Blackout

Chapter Three: Wake Unto Me

Klaus was growing fond of the girl who had saved him. Her innate kindness and determination surprised him, and he enjoyed her immensely. She had intrigued him, and he was determined to have her; whether she wanted it or not. However, staking his claim would have to wait until he was well and able- and had finally broken the hybrid curse.

He knew he would soon have to leave; the full moon was in but a fortnight and he had much to prepare for. If only the incessant pull on his body would cease; he was growing tired of being the sickly vampire being feed blood bags to heal. Yet he could still not recuperate fully, as if something- more likely, someone- was causing his body to be in a partial state of desiccation. From what he could assume, a very powerful witch was suspending him in this state, trying to leave him defenseless. Later, he would have to find out whom and teach them that messing with an Original was a suicidal expedition; for now though, he would wait. He could feel his body becoming stronger by the day.

It would not be long now until he was back to his full power, and the doppelganger would be within his grasp; and soon thereafter, Caroline as well.

Caroline woke up with a kink in her back, finding herself curled up in a small chair overlooking her guest. Grumbling, she brought her hands up to her face and covered her eyes. If she didn't look like a creepy stalker before, she sure did now. At her thoughts she groaned loudly and dragged her hand down her face, shaking her head. She really had to get rid of these weird stalker tendencies; she did not want to become like Damon with Elena. Shuddering at the comparison, she tossed off her blanket and went to brush her teeth, her thoughts drifting to the dream she had had last night.

It was than before different; Klaus seemed more possessive. And the fact that he knew something that she didn't- about the ritual, his intentions- sent a chill down her spine. All she knew was that this man- this vampire- had spent a thousand years trying to break a curse; she really did not want his obsessive need for power, for control, to be redirected to her if he broke it.

Which he wouldn't, her brain supplied for her. Because if he did, that would mean Elena would be dead; and no one was willing to let that happen.

A loud crash sounded from the living room, and she turned around quickly, startled. Dropping her toothbrush and spitting out her toothpaste, she hastily fled towards the living room, only to discover her guest trying to push himself up off the ground. Gasping, Caroline went towards him slowly, carefully watching him. He seemed unable to fully move himself up, but stopped trying once he heard Caroline approaching, almost as if he expected her to come help him.

Caroline scoffed and crossed her arms, pursing her lips at his assumption. Looking down at him, she lost her smirk when she caught his eyes; they seemed almost angry at her refusal to help, and demanding- a prickle of fear shot through her before she repressed it. Surely he was simply mad at her teasing. Joining him by the couch, she bent down to lift him up. Yet when he was finally situated to move, his hand found its way to her neck. Immediately she froze. His fingers started stroking her neck gently, but unapologetically. All of his moments were deliberate.

His actions reminded her so much of Klaus that she quickly dropped him on the couch, backing away from him warily. Again, she saw anger flood his eyes, as if he thought everyone- including her- had best obey his every whim. She laughed uneasily; vampires and their sense of self-entitlement.

"Well, now that you are awake, I am just going to go get you another blood bag… over there. Yes. Then you can be on your way once you can stand." She practically ran as she departed to the kitchen.

She returned to find that he had finally gotten full control of his movements, as he was sitting up and resting against the couch, expression calculating. When she entered, he caught her gaze and gestured to her with two of his fingers, beckoning her over to him.

Grasping the blood bag tightly, she was almost afraid it would pop and she would get her hands and the carpet soaked with blood. Trying to delay, she took small steps toward the man, hoping that she hadn't just signed her death sentence by helping him. Growing impatient at her stalling, he snarled at her. She picked up the pace, walking over to him at a normal speed.

Once she had made her way over to him, he brought his hand to the back of her head to pull her towards him. His other hand rested upon her cheek, creasing the skin. Caroline squeezed her eyes shut at the moments, breathing in and out unsteadily.

He looked at her intensely before letting his face transform and pricking one of his fingers hard with his fangs. It was astonishing, seeing his vampiric nature out- he looked terrifying and beautiful and more so like a predator than ever, especially with his gaze on her as though she were the prey. Holding the bloody finger up to her lips, he urged her to take it in her mouth by pressing it against her. She shook her head vehemently at his command and tried to back away from him, until the grip on the back of her head tightened and she was forced to remain still. The sweet scent of his blood filled her nostrils as he continued to hold it before her. Caving, she hesitantly stuck her tongue out, licking the tiny amount of blood pooled onto his finger.

He sighed at her ministrations. Watching her pink tongue lick his finger was an exquisite torture, but necessary if he wanted to keep her. Soon he would leave, and it would be easier to find her with his blood in her system.

Petting her hair, he watched as she drew back from him after she had finished, regarding him with a horrified stare.

"What the hell was that?" She screamed, stumbling back and falling to the floor.

He felt revived, especially at her scream- it seemed as though whoever had been holding him down had disappeared. Grinning wolfishly, he turned around and crouched down next to Caroline, watching her as her eyes alighted with fear. "It's a pleasure to finally be able to speak with you face to face, darling."

That voice- Caroline gasped, covering her mouth with her hand in horrid surprise. It couldn't be. Her eyes widened, and her breathing began to come out raggedly. "Klaus?" The disbelief in her voice is palpable. She blinked once, twice, almost as if she is excepting to wake up from her dreams.

Snatching her arm with one of his hands, he dragged her forward until she was facing him. His eyes were wild in excitement, almost psychotic. His breath lingered on her face, and her expression had been transformed into one of panic; the realization that she was right next to Klaus –murdering sociopathic billion year old vampire- was overwhelming.

"Even more gorgeous in the flesh," He murmured as he regarded her, letting his eyes roam over her body.

His words snapped Caroline out of her reprieve, causing her to glare at him. Raising her hand quickly, she slapped him across the face hard. It barely stung; but his response was immediate, and harsh. As she was pulling her hand away, he grasped her wrist in his hand, squeezing until her features were contorted in pain.

Letting his hand continue to crush her appendage, a snap sounded throughout the silent house. "You really should not have done that, sweetheart." Klaus's calming lilt filled her ears as her eyes filled with tears. She knew it would heal soon, but it hurt. So much. When Klaus released her wrist she cradled the assaulted limb in her hand.

"It's okay, love. I forgive you. You are going to be fine now. You simply have to learn your place." He spoke softly, gently, while petting her hair. "If you behave, I promise to let no harm come to you."

Staring up at him with hatred, Caroline took a deep breath and let her aching wrist go. "I should have let you rot on that road." She spat out.

Immediately Klaus grabbed both of her wrists, and the pain overtook her again. Forcing her to the ground, he pressed his body against hers forcefully. "Be that as it may, I would be careful as to how you speak to me. I am only so gracious to a certain extent until you tax my patience."

Caroline could feel his taunt muscles pressed into her. She was flushed against him, no matter her struggle. She scowled at him and really just wanted to cry; because of course she would help the evil vampire on accident. When he saw her expression he tsked, and moved her face with one of his hands so that she was looking into his eyes. "Careful love. Keep that up and I don't know if I'll continue to restrain myself." Gazing at her intently, he caught her bottom lip with his teeth and nibbled lightly before releasing it.

At his actions Caroline lost it. Flipping him over, she quickly tried to run off of him. However his hand caught her ankle and she dropped to the ground. Defiantly, she started kicking her leg, as if to shake him off- only this did not deter him. He put a hand to her back, holding her in place as she struggled.

Chuckling at her attempt of escape, he continued to hold her down. "I have to say you have surprised me." As Klaus soothingly rubbed her back, Caroline growled. "I thought you would be easier to manage; clearly I was wrong." Letting his fingernails dig into her back, Klaus reveled at her moan. "My apologizes." he said smoothly.

Caroline could not believe what was happening- she was on her stomach while Klaus held her down. It couldn't get much worse.

"Might as well get a taste for the road," He taunted her, ripping her shirt sleeve off and revealing the smooth skin of her shoulder. Panic rose up in Caroline as he kissed the spot of skin he was going to bite, before she felt the tell-tale prickle of his fangs.

As he ingested a small amount of her blood, Caroline shuttered from the sensation of his bite. "So what? Instead of bunnies and deer you're going on an all-you-can-eat Caroline Forbes diet?" She alleged scathingly as he continued to drink from her.

Releasing his fangs from her a moment later, he licked his lips and smirked. Raising an eyebrow, he tilted his head and looked down at her mockingly. "Well my dear, your blood is quite exquisite. All we're missing now is you writhing in pleasure underneath me."

She barked out a sarcastic laugh. "Never going to happen,"

"We shall see," He said ominously. "But for now, I have business to attend to- as delightful as this has been."

Trying in vain to stand up despite the slight dizziness, Caroline pushed herself up with her arms. "If you think I am just going to let you walk out of here…"

"There will be no 'letting'."

Standing up and dusting himself off, he put his hands behind his back as he regarded his strong-willed baby vampire lying on the floor.

"Don't worry darling, I'll be back for you. You're mine after all." With those final words Klaus moved towards the door, only to stop at the feeling of pain in his head. Howling, Klaus knelt as another spell hit him.

Gripping his heart, he let out a harsh sounding growl. It seemed that whoever had been affecting him had come back. His skin started becoming paler, then grey. His veins became more pronounced- but this time, his eyes were open. As his body desiccated, he watched her unremittingly. Gulping at his steadfast gaze, she stood and fled as soon as he lay still, leaving his body on the ground.

She would deal with him later- all she could think of now was that she had gotten in over her head.

"Well, this will not do."

The spell was weakening, he could feel it. It was trying his patience, but after an hour he could move a finger, than a foot, an arm, and finally he was up. His joints were stiff, and his skin was pale, but he could move. Bending down, he took the blood bag from where Caroline had dropped it this morning and ripped it open with his fangs, draining it in an instant. Throwing away the bag, he looked around in triumph.

Finally; it was about time he recovered.

There was no time to waste. It was time to find himself a werewolf and vampire to sacrifice; and stop for a bit of a proper blood bender, of course.

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