Caroline had been stuck in her room so she began to paint her toe nails a bright pink. After some boredom came and stayed, Caroline found the room that held Rebekah. She tapped her fingers against the coffin before sliding it open.
"Afternoon Rebekah, I should probably unstake you, but you'd kill me in less then a second. Also, I kind of hate you." Caroline said to the staked original, "You probably want to rip my throat out now or go and flaunt Tyler in front of me."
Caroline paused, as if waiting for a response.
"God, I'm going insane." Caroline groaned, placing her elbows on the edge of Rebekah's coffin.
"Wouldn't surprise me." She heard a familiar voice say from the doorway, and she turned to see Tyler Lockwood.
"Tyler." Caroline choked out, slamming the coffin shut and twirling around to see him.
Tyler grinned, dimples highlighting his face, "In the flesh."
She wasn't sure whether to break into a run and hug him, or just turn away from him without saying anything.
"Klaus bring you here?" She settled for a snarky remark instead.
Tyler lightly scratched the back of his head, "Yeah, he did actually. Wanted me to hang out with the other Hybrids, make connections or whatever."
Caroline nodded, "Oh yeah? Why don't you go and hang out with your new buddies? Since obviously nothing else matters to you except damn Originals and Hybrids." Caroline moved to brush past him but he grabbed her elbow.
"We both know that's not all I care about." Tyler said, his eyes glowing with passion.
Caroline swallowed hard, "Oh yeah? Prove it then." She replied, pulling her elbow out of his grip.
He then spun her around and his hands were on her face, his lips stroking hers, gentle and fragile - the absolute opposite of Klaus's kisses.
She didn't feel any kind of spark, she felt nothing.
She tore away from him, "I can't do this Tyler." She admitted, her voice raspy as she backed away from him slowly, "I'm sorry."
Tyler looked at her for a moment, but she was already tearing down the hall, desperate to escape his eyes, those eyes. She knew if she saw those pain inflicted eyes, she would run back to him and soothe him. Let him know she was sorry, and she was such a idiot.
But she couldn't bare it.
Caroline could hear Klaus fiddling around downstairs, distant crashes sounding every few seconds. Caroline just rolled onto her stomach and continued reading a magazine she found suspiciously on her bed when she arrived in her room. Her legs were in the air as she waved them innocently back and forth.
Her eyes threatened to drag closed, but she let her eyes remain open.
Caroline finally grew tired of herself and went downstairs, she saw Klaus pacing the kitchen, a phone clenched between his hands.
"Stefan, damn it!" Klaus shouted into the phone, "What do I need to do?" Klaus growled through clenched teeth, then a long pause, "No, you know I can't do that, Stefan."
He hung up the phone by throwing it at the wall, a fierce growl escaping his lips.
"Are you okay?" Caroline asked, stepping out from her hiding place, rattled by his reaction.
Klaus locked eyes with her, "Obviously not." He replied through thin lips.
"What's going on?" Caroline asked, eyeing the broken phone on the wall, "I heard you say Stefan's name."
Klaus looked away from her, "Yes. Of course, it's always the Ripper."
Caroline ignored him, "What did he want?"
"You, obviously. Willing to drive the Doppelganger off the bridge to have you come back."
Caroline turned a bright red, "What?" She asked quietly.
"But he won't. It's Elena, you don't drive someone off a bridge that you love." Klaus rolled his eyes and began to pour himself some scotch, "Want some?" He asked.
Caroline nodded, "Yeah, sure. Hand me the bottle."
Klaus raised a eyebrow at her, "Don't want to go too tipsy do you? Might end up doing something you regret."
Caroline took the bottle from him, raising it up in the air, "That's exactly what I was aiming for." She said, raising the bottle to her lips and taking a large swallow.
A few hours later, Klaus was exactly right. Caroline had trouble standing up on her feet while the loud bass erupted through the house, rattling the walls.
Klaus finally took the bottle from her, "Love, you've had enough to drink tonight." He turned down the music and she put out her lip in a pout.
"You're so mean to me!" Caroline called at him, strolling over to him, "I don't care if you're a Original, I still like to.." Her sentence disappeared from her suddenly, "What was I going to say?"
Klaus grinned, "I don't know, you tell me."
Caroline hiccuped then, she erupted in giggles, "Hm. I'll tell you what Mr. Hybrid Master or whatever, if you let me go, I'll make it worth your while."
Klaus had a amused grin, "Are you offering yourself up for a plea bargain?"
"I guess you could say that." Caroline winked at him and nearly fell over, but she caught herself in time.
"How about when you're not drunk, love?" He asked her.
Caroline laughed hysterically, "I'm not drunk! - Your drunk!"
Klaus smirked, "I'm drunk? Just barely, love. You can't bare to stand on your feet a second longer."
"Oh yeah? Is that what you think? How about a bet on that, Mr Hybrid Master?" Caroline grinned at him, wiggling her eyebrows as some kind of challenge.
Klaus chuckled, "I don't exactly have a breathalyzer laying around."
Caroline shimmied off her jacket, becoming searingly hot in the room with the fire place blasting flames.
"How about we play strip poker?" Klaus suggested innocently, but innocence was far from what was in his eyes.
"Oh, what is this? Is the Original hitting on me?" Caroline mused to herself, delicately planting a finger on her lips, "Okay, you know what, deal, I'll play this dumb game of yours."
"Don't flatter yourself, darling." Klaus told her, a amused grin lighting up his face, he turned towards the table to see that beer pong was set up, but they were playing a completely different version, "Your turn first." He handed the small white ball to Caroline and she took it graciously.
Caroline threw the ball, but it bounced off the rim of one of the cups and fell onto the floor, she grimaced.
"What do you want off?" Caroline turned towards Klaus. His eyes showed a hint of surprise that she was allowing him to pick.
Klaus raised a glass of scotch, "The shirt will do."
Caroline smiled at him while stripping off her shirt, which left her in a black lace bra.
"My turn." Klaus said, picking up the ball and just throwing it at the wall.
"You know, the point of the game is to get it in one of the cups." Caroline pointed out to him.
Klaus just smiled at her, "What do you want off, love?"
Caroline shifted uncomfortably, and decided to quote him from earlier, "The shirt will do." She nodded towards his shirt.
He chuckled softly to himself before taking his shirt off in inhuman speed, "How about everything instead?"
Caroline laughed, "You didn't miss that much."
"What if I want to?"
Caroline turned a bright red.
He took quick steady steps towards her, before his hands gripped her face and his mouth was urgent and demanding on hers. Her sober subconscious slowly slid away as he fumbled for her pants.
Her lips met his with the same urgency, and she could hear small voices in her head whispering the same exact thing.
You'll regret this in the morning.
But she didn't care at the moment, because in light speed, her back was on Klaus's bed and the door had been slammed shut and locked. His warm body pressed against hers, she could feel his abs digging into her abdomen as he pressed against her, his own pants sliding off in a matter of seconds.
That left the two in their underwear.
Klaus's lips were now on her neck, sucking the gentle skin as she moaned.
Soft gasps as his fingers trailed down her body towards her panties, and he casually slid them off.
Caroline woke up with a pounding hangover, so, getting drunk was not all that it was made out to be, especially the after effects. For one, she woke up next to a naked Klaus, then she realized that she, was also naked. Caroline fumbled out of the bed, quietly and desperately searching for her clothes.
Oh god, she was dead meat. If she ever returned to Mystic Falls, it would be in a casket or in a vase full of her ashes, Damon was going to kill her.
Knowing Klaus, he'd dangle this above her head whenever she made any kind of threat, he'd just pick up the phone and casually be like: hey Stefan, guess who I just slept with last night?
Caroline was doomed.
She was sliding on her bra when she heard Klaus shift behind her, she turned around to see Klaus propped up on his elbow, watching her.
"In a rush to leave, love?" He asked her, rubbing his hand against the space she had left behind.
"This was a mistake." Caroline quickly said, as if she needed to jump to her own defense.
"Didn't feel like a mistake to me."
"Of course it wouldn't to you." Caroline quickly snapped, "Damon, Stefan, Elena, and Bonnie are going to kill me. Unless you do it first." She muttered the last part under her breath.
Klaus leaped out of bed so fast, Caroline didn't have time to blink before his hand was on her waist and flinging her into bed, climbing steadily on top of her, Caroline become vaguely aware of the fact that he was naked.
"You really think I'm going to kill you?" Klaus cooed, his hands restraining her wrists above her head.
Caroline didn't flinch from his eyes, but she shifted uncomfortably under him.
"I fancy you." Klaus smoothly said.
"You don't know me!" Caroline cried, trying to break out of his grip.
"I got a few glimpses last night." Klaus smirked.
"But that - isn't - me!" She cried once more, "My naked body barely counts!"
"I wasn't counting that, but if you'd like to.." Klaus trailed off, obviously enjoying the reaction he was sparking out of Caroline.
Caroline glared at him, fuming in the lightest way, "You're just crazy!"
Klaus smirked, "Isn't that the beauty of it?"
She finally was able to break his hold and flipped so she was on top of him this time, but he held onto her hips.
"Obviously you've forgotten how I arrived here." Caroline said through clenched teeth.
Klaus leaned up as far as he would dare, "You've forgotten that I always get what I want."
"And what exactly is it that you want?"
"You, Caroline Forbes. I want Caroline Forbes." Klaus chuckled to himself at seeing the surprise fade into Caroline's eyes.
"No you don't. You can't." Caroline said raspily, "No one wants Caroline Forbes."
"I want the underdog, just this once. I want the outsider of the group, the baby vampire." Klaus pulled her down so she was fairly close to his lips, "I want you."
She could feel goosebumps decorating her skin in bunches, "No you don't." She whispered, afraid that if she spoke that it would break her and she would begin screaming.
She had to be in a nightmare, this couldn't be real.
Wake up damn it!
"I won't stop until I have you." Klaus let a hand innocently stroke her face.
Caroline pulled herself away from him, "B-But.."
"But what, is there someone else? Stefan, perhaps? He seems like the most likely choice."
Caroline felt herself blush at the mention of Stefan, sure, she had always looked at Stefan as a friend, but she wouldn't bypass the opportunity to kiss him - if it ever arose.
Klaus sat up in the bed, "I've got a very short list of people Caroline."
"This can't happen. Us, we can't." Caroline shook her head at the craziness of it all.
He grasped her hands in his, "We can leave this place, go to Paris, go to Rome. I suppose you've never been to those places, I can take you to see the world."
Then he was pressing down on her again, her back on the mattress as his kisses slowly smothered her.
He kept whispering words between, "You want me, I know it." He'd break away and whisper this at times.
"Why shouldn't two beautiful people be together?" Klaus would murmur against her neck as he trailed kisses along her collarbone.
Caroline flipped so she was on top of him, clenching his face between her small frail hands, kissing him hungrily and angrily, as if she was suffocating and he was the only one who could save her. His moans erupted in her mouth as Caroline kissed him, his tongue circling her mouth.
They had rough angry sex.
Hate-filled sex.
Caroline remembered every minute of it, and she wasn't sure how she was going to get out of this mess she had made for herself.