A/N: So my story broke the 300 review mark with the last chapter. That's so amazing guys. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read and review this story.
I thought I was going to get some serious hate for denying everyone the Klaroline reunion for another chapter, but most of you seem to like Elijah like I do and weren't too upset.
As a token of my appreciation and in celebration of a new TVD episode tonight, I worked very hard to give you – what I hope is – a satisfying two chapter update.
The second chapter isn't as long as the first, but I felt the need to split them up because each part has a significant development at the end (and no, I'm not just talking sexually, perverts! lol) and part one is from Klaus's point of view, while part two is from Caroline's. Plus I thought putting them into two chapters would give you a minute to catch your breath. ;)
As a warning, things do get pretty delicious in these two chapters, and by delicious, I mean sexy, so if that bothers you, skip over these chapters. I will also warn you that these chapters contain some serious Klaroline fluff, so if that bothers you at all, then I would also recommend you skipping over these chapters.
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Her head was buried in his chest, but he could hear her quiet whimpers and feel her tears soaking through his shirt.
He rested one of his hands against her damp hair while the other curled around her waist protectively.
It used to be that her tears made him unexplainably uncomfortable, but now he knew what that discomfort was. He was angry; angry that anyone could make her this upset; angry that there was nothing he could do to make things right between Caroline and her friends short of leaving her, and that was not a concession he would even consider. His impulsivity urged him to leave for Elena's and threaten the lives of the Salvatores to take her forgiveness, but if he knew Caroline at all, she would not accept anything less than authentic.
The discomfort he felt was also guilt. He had never felt this guilty since her; not even when he daggered his siblings. He hated feeling guilty. All it signified to him was another's control over him. Admittedly, he quite enjoyed the control she had over him. However, the guilt was almost suffocating. He was a part of the reason she was crying now. No, he did not feel guilty that she had to make a choice between him and Tyler, but by choosing him she did this at the expense of her other friendships. Sure, he had not forced her friends to abandon her, but indirectly he had. Elijah was right; she was risking everything for him by standing up to her friends. He wasn't even sure why.
At the same time that he was uncomfortable he was pleased. Despite the risk and the sacrifice, she was here. She had met him here like he had requested. She was here with him and nowhere else. She had sought comfort from him. When she appeared in front of him and Elijah he could barely contain his relief.
He felt her shift against him before stepping back.
"So what happened tonight after I left the Founder's Hall?" he inquired finally, knowing that question was just one of the elephants in the room.
She sighed.
"Tyler refused to listen to me; he left with Matt. Elena has practically disowned me. Bonnie was a little more understanding but no less angry," she scoffed. "Matt knew about us already," she told him.
He eyed her curiously, unaware of this fact. That would explain why Matt had been so uneasy around him while he was in Tyler's body. At first he thought it was because Matt suspected that he had been in Tyler's body, but it had been about this all along.
"The night of his accident I brought him back to my house so he'd have someone to stay with. He ended up finding the drawings you did of me," she revealed. "I told him about us. He agreed not to tell anyone as long as I came clean."
He frowned in an effort to sympathize with her.
"I suppose their reactions were exactly what I expected them to be," she admitted.
"I'm sorry," he said, that guilt creeping up on him again.
She peered at him.
"Don't be. I knew they would react the way they did. This was my choice," she assured him.
He nodded reluctantly.
Her eyes drifted anxiously around the room before they examined the floor curiously.
"What happened?" she asked as she wiped her eyes, referring to the broken glass and blood.
He shrugged.
"Just a little sibling dispute," he mused vaguely.
She looked concerned.
"With Elijah?" she asked.
He shook his head.
"No, Rebekah actually," he informed her. "Would you like a drink?" he asked, moving back towards the cabinet for the decanter of liquor; his attempt to change the subject.
She turned her gaze away from the fireplace and nodded, an appreciative smile tugging at her lips.
"What was the fight about?" she pried as she warmed herself beside the hot flames.
He shrugged casually as he filled two glasses.
"She threw a bit of a tantrum over the fact that I didn't tell her I was alive; that I was mad about their deal with Elena. Needless to say, she decided to exact revenge by destroying the remainder of the doppelganger blood I had in my possession," he admitted, handing her the glass of scotch.
Caroline eyed him disapprovingly as she took a sip of the liquor; her face contorting slightly as it hit her lips.
"I was mad that you didn't tell me you were alive," she pointed out. "As much as I hate sticking up for your sister after what she did to Elena, I think she was justified to be upset."
He smirked at her attempt to undermine him.
"And you know how I feel about the doppelganger blood," she said flatly, avoiding his stare.
"I thought you were supposed to be on my side?" he mused playfully.
She glared at him, a small smile appearing on her lips.
"A few more hybrids could offer protection; you protection; in the event of the Council catching on to us," he argued, before drinking from his glass.
Turning towards him she arched an eyebrow.
"Aren't you supposed to be the biggest baddest hybrid?" she wondered, amused.
He smirked as he felt his cheeks begin to flush.
"I suppose I am," he chuckled, knowing where she was taking this.
"Then you're all the protection I need," she concluded.
Admittedly his ego was boosted, but he still wasn't satisfied.
"I just want to ensure your safety," he stated, setting his nearly empty glass on the mantle.
She smiled.
He brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face, prompting her to look at him.
"I'm serious, love. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you," he told her.
He could see her reddened cheeks against the glow of the flame.
Elijah's words were weighing on his shoulders and he wanted to go further but he hesitated once more.
She spoke before he could.
"Then you can imagine how I felt when I thought something actually did happen to you," she retorted.
He sighed, turning away from her persistent stare.
She was preparing to confront him again; he could almost feel the tension in the air.
He waited for her to speak.
"It was like there was this big empty space inside of me. Sometimes I felt like I couldn't breathe; and the only thing I could think about was that I would never get to tell you how I feel about you," she started, tears rising in her eyes. "And when I found out you were alive it was like my world was put back together in an instant," she smiled. "And then I told you how I felt, but you could barely say anything back," she frowned. "It's like I mean nothing to you; that you don't care," she whispered, looking down self-consciously to avoid his reaction as she took another short sip from her glass.
Elijah's voice inside his head was shouting at him now. His body was completely tense. His chest was heavy and breathing was the last thing on his mind.
"You know how she feels about you, but have you told her how you feel about her?" Elijah taunted him.
"Bloody hell," he relented under his breath as he exhaled. "You don't know how wrong you are, sweetheart," he admitted.
That garnered her attention instantly as her head spun to look at him.
He laughed at himself mockingly.
"I care; I care about you probably more than you will ever know," he said, cupping her face in his hands. "You mean everything to me," he confessed. "I've lived for centuries, yet have never lived more until you. I want nothing more than to you please you; to give you everything you've ever wanted," he paused, "and all of those things are why you terrify the hell out of me, Caroline," he gasped, releasing her from his hold.
From the corner of his eye he could see her mixed facial expression; she looked like she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Why...why does that scare you?" she asked as her voice cracked.
He sighed discontentedly.
"Because it means that the 'biggest baddest hybrid' has a weakness after all; it means I have something - someone – to lose," he admitted.
She smiled.
He could feel the smooth skin of her fingertips glide along the rough palm of his. Her delicate hand clasped around his.
"Klaus..." she murmured, tugging gently at his hand.
He gazed down at her bright eyes and tear stained cheeks.
"You're not gonna lose me," she assured him confidently. "I'm right here," she whispered, bringing her his hand up against her cheek.
She leaned into him slowly barely brushing her lips against his.
That alone sent the most pleasant of chills down his spine.
He let her take the lead for a few moments; he quite enjoyed her method of reassurance.
Her lips played along his, coaxing his own lips gingerly into a deeper kiss that tasted of scotch.
She dropped his hand from her hold, but he held it against the side of her face.
Her eyes opened slowly as she parted the kiss, her eyes drifting slowly from his lips up to meet his lustful stare.
She was staring back at him with a similar look of want; tempting him.
Reaching down with his other hand, he took the glass of liquor she was still holding from her hand and set it atop the mantle beside his, his eyes never wavering from hers.
With that, he startled her by capturing her face in both his hands and crashing his lips against hers.
They began to kiss frantically, their tongues sliding against each other's in need.
His hands moved down over her collarbone, outlining the curves of her body hidden underneath the heavy dress she was wearing.
In his mind, he wanted to take his time; he wanted to go slow for her; to worship her, but his mind and his body were two competing forces.
And judging by the way her hands were roaming his body and tugging at his shirt, she felt the same.
Sure, it had only been a short while since they were last together, but it had felt like a century; and he knew from past experience how torturous a century could feel.
Desiccated in the coffin he thought he might never experience this again; to feel the kiss of her lips, to feel her hands on him, and to hear her soft little sighs that he helped to provoke.
He yearned for this. He needed to have her.
She showed no signs of slowing down either as her fingers curled around the hem of his shirt, pulling it up enthusiastically.
He pulled it over his head the rest of the way and discarded it on the floor.
Her eyes roamed over the sight of his bare torso and he couldn't help but smirk at how obvious she was being.
"See something you like?" he mused.
She blushed upon realizing she had let her eyes linger a little too long.
Regardless, she nodded shamelessly.
"I see a lot that I like," she confessed.
Biting her lip in that seductive way of hers, she closed the distance between them, pulling him towards her by the belt of his jeans.
One of her hands snaked its way up his back, while the other moved over his stomach.
Her lips dragged languidly over his chest and then pressed against his neck.
He closed his eyes, savouring the feel of her tongue against the sensitive flesh under his jaw.
A part of him longed to feel her young fangs pierce his skin in this instant, but really, he wanted to save the best for last.
With his hands on her hips he pushed her back against the edge of the large sofa table.
The contents on the table shook as their bodies leaned against it.
Her mouth found its way to his once more, and he caught her lips with his; kissing her deeply and fervently.
There was an undeniable electricity between the two of them; an electricity that coursed through him and was driving him crazy.
He ran his tongue along her lips and brought his hands around her waist.
The jagged teeth of the zipper on her dress reminded him of her earlier proposition.
He grinned against her neck as he clasped the zipper in his hand and pulled it down carefully, slowly exposing the skin of her back to his adventurous hands.
Planting kisses along her neck, he revelled at the sound of her whimpering against his ear.
He could smell fresh blood moving through her veins and he distracted himself by slipping his hands inside her dress.
His calloused fingertips travelled up the tender skin of her back and rested on her shoulders.
She eyed him expectantly as his hands moved over her shoulders, bringing the material of her dress with them.
He pushed the dress down her arms and over her chest, exposing the sheer black lace bra she opted to wear underneath.
She pulled her arms out of the dress eagerly, allowing it to fall further down her torso.
Licking his lips hungrily, he lowered them to her luscious cleavage, kissing and sucking the flesh lightly.
Moving his hands over her stomach, he pushed the dress down over her hips before it fell to her ankles.
He backed up allowing her the space to step out of the dress.
She moved out of the dress anxiously and released her tangled hair from the tie that had been containing it.
Her breathing quickened as she made eye contact with him.
Backing up against the table, she clenched her fingers around the wooden edge.
He admired the sight of her before him. Her mussed hair led his eyes over the curves of her breasts and then down to the black lace thong that was framed by her silky long legs. The fact that she was still wearing her heels made her appearance even hotter to him if that was possible.
"See something you like?" she challenged.
He grinned and nodded
"Of course, sweetheart," he said, pursing his lips.
Moving closer, he kissed her lips, excitedly parting them with his tongue.
Her hands latched onto his belt and undid it hurriedly, as they continued their feverish kissing.
"Let me take you upstairs," he said breathlessly before kissing her again.
She shook her head in refusal.
"No...here; I need you now," she panted.
If he wasn't painfully hard already, her expression of pure want made his jeans even tighter.
He brought his hands up the back of her legs teasingly before lifting her up and placing her on the table.
With his belt undone, he unbuttoned his pants and removed them impatiently as she watched him intently.
She reached out and pulled him closer to her, his firm arousal pressing against the lace and cotton of her panties.
He growled under his breath at the barrier between them as he ran his hands up her thighs on either side of him.
She kissed him hard while his hands travelled ardently to the clasp of her bra.
With one small movement of his fingers her bra was undone and readily slid the straps over her shoulders.
She leaned back in response, revealing her bare torso and her perfect breasts to him. While one of her hands propped her up the other guided his lips to the supple flesh of her bust.
Her fingers curled themselves in his hair as he cupped one of her breasts and took the other with his mouth. He swirled his tongue over her nipple, while his hand kneaded the flesh of her other breast.
She moaned instinctively and he could smell her intoxicating arousal flush between her legs. He continued his ministrations prompting her to buck her hips helplessly towards his for any semblance of contact.
When he barely offered her a reprieve, loving how she was squirming against him, she took matters into her own hands, literally.
He should have expected her next move when her hands dipped in between them, but he gasped in surprise nonetheless when her fingers traced over the skin of his aching member.
Indeed, she was giving him a taste of his own medicine as her hand wrapped around him completely using his own ample pre-cum to lubricate her movement.
He rose from her chest to see her looking back at him with a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
Resting his hands flat against the surface of the table, he draped his head over her shoulder nibbling and kissing her neck as he allowed himself to indulge for a few moments in the feeling of her jacking him off.
"Don't stop sweetheart," he hissed, distracting himself from the overwhelming sensation by placing one of his own hands in between them.
She tensed when she felt his fingertips glide over the material of her damp panties. Pushing the material aside, he stroked a finger long her wet slit, causing her to shudder against him.
He teased her a bit longer with shallow strokes of his finger around her clit and down to her opening until one of her hands was digging hard enough into his back to draw blood.
"Please," she whined just as he removed his hand.
She gave him the most vindictive but seductive stare he had ever seen as she ceased touching him.
He smirked.
"You drive me crazy when you look at me like that, love," he described, as he latched his fingers around the edges of her underwear.
"That's the point," she breathed.
She pressed her thighs together and lifted herself up, enabling him to slide the dainty piece of material over the curve of her ass and down her legs.
He lifted both of her legs one at a time as he slipped them out of the undergarment.
His hands then caressed the backs of her ankles as he pushed the straps of her shoes over her heels, enabling them to fall from her feet with ease.
He paused for a moment to drink in the sight of her fully revealed to him.
Her body was perfection; a natural work of art.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and brought him closer as she spread her legs for him.
He consumed her lips in a heated kiss, loving how hungrily she kissed him back.
She was quivering under his touch in anticipation as he pressed his hard length against her slick folds.
Breaking their kiss, he watched her fixedly while he pushed inside of her; her delicious heat completely enveloping him.
She cried out appreciatively in response, and he thrust back inside of her harder, gripping her thighs to keep her in place.
He bit the inside of his mouth and groaned through his clenched lips as he slammed into her once more.
Her arms and legs constricted around him possessively while her mouth made its way along his neck. Her hot breath under his ear was sending him reeling.
She kissed his mouth longingly as she moaned delightfully against his lips.
He slowed his movements slightly so he could draw this out awhile longer; he wanted to savour the staggering feeling of being completely buried inside of her.
His unhurried thrusts also freed his hands, which he used to readily tease her hard nipples and the sensitive pearl between her legs.
She leaned to the side and brought her mouth to his ear.
"Taste me," she urged, exposing the vulnerable flesh of her neck to him.
His immediate reaction was hesitation, knowing that his bite was fatal to her, but the prospect of her biting him in return to heal herself eased his reservations and excited him.
Focusing on the scent of the blood rushing through her, he could feel his eyes begin to change and his fangs begin to protrude.
He continued his thrusts as he dipped his fangs into her neck.
As soon as his fangs pierced her skin he felt her begin to shake and the grip of her hands around his back tighten.
She released a loud moan into his shoulder; and as he sucked the saccharine blood from her neck he could feel her womanhood begin to spasm frenziedly around him.
"Mmm, yes!" she gasped as her orgasm rippled through her.
He pulled his fangs from her skin and licked and sucked at the wound he had left behind, before kissing her once more.
His own orgasm was not far off; the taste of her blood and her own climax were only driving him further to the edge, but he couldn't grant himself release until she drank from him.
He quickly bit into his own wrist and offered it to her.
She had been the only one he had ever shared his blood with like this.
As his hybrid features began to disappear, her vampire ones began to emerge. Her eyes darkened and her slender fangs emerged.
She held his forearm with one hand, while the other entwined her fingers around his.
Gazing up at him, she dug her fangs into his wrist.
He thrust hard against her in response.
His eyes clenched shut as the overwhelming feeling of her draining his blood and impending orgasm washed over him all at once.
A flurry of warm emotions overtook him as she drank.
She released his wrist gasping for air only to be devoured by his lips.
Finally, the pressure between his legs was relieved by the blissful feeling of his own orgasm pulsing through him.
He came undone inside of her, grunting against her mouth and kissing her sporadically, as he filled her.
He struggled to catch his breath as he came down from his climax.
Her hands cupped his face and her lips planted light kisses against his lips.
He flashed a contented grin as he pulled out of her.
She smiled back at him; her normal features having now returned.
Brushing his thumb under her swollen bottom lip, he wiped away the blood that remained.
She pushed herself off the table, smirking guiltily down at the floor as they both noticed the antique items they had not heard fall during their intense moments of passion.
"Sorry," she whispered playfully before sucking on his lips teasingly, prompting him to completely forget for a second the reason for her apology in the first place.
"You can make it up to me later," he joked.
She nodded as she bent down and helped herself to the black long-sleeved shirt he had been wearing.
Admittedly, it looked a lot better on her than it did on him.
As she took a drink from her previously disregarded glass, he slipped his pants back on.
He sat against the arm of the couch collecting his thoughts, staring at the dying fire, as she collected the rest of her things from the floor.
It was done. He had finally spilled his guts to her and told her how he felt. He expected to feel sick to his stomach or regretful, but he felt neither of those things. Truth be told, he felt relieved.
"Klaus..." she murmured, dragging him from his thoughts.
He looked up at her questioningly.
She held out her hand to him.
"Take me to bed?" she asked demurely.
His stomach knotted delightfully at her request; no woman had ever asked that of him before.
"Of course, sweetheart," he obliged, taking her hand.
He stopped as they passed the side table that contained the small serving tray of doppelganger blood.
She looked at him curiously.
"Go on upstairs to my room, love. I'll be up in a minute," he explained.
Her eyes were burning with suspicion but she nodded reluctantly and turned for the hall.
When she was gone, he picked up the tray of blood and studied it closely.
This was what he had been after for centuries. This was what would give him the hybrids he had so desperately wanted for all those years.
Now, suddenly, he felt completely indifferent.
He sucked in a breath and exhaled sharply as he tossed the glass platter into the fireplace.
A/N: Onto the next one...