A/N- So I'm counting this as a half chapter because it's word heavy but story light. It wasn't supposed to be like this but I went off on a Klaroline tangent and before I knew it was at five thousand words which is as long as you can make a chapter before you lose reader focus.
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TW- Mentions of Sexual Abuse

In the middle of the night, Caroline awoke with a start and for a moment couldn't move as the sensation of falling back to earth, back to her bed disoriented her.

At least until she realised that she wasn't alone.

Something was in the room with her.

Something was in the bed!

Having slept alone for most of her life, she was still getting used to the loss of solitary repose and could wake up at strange moments with all her senses on alert for this intruder.

Which had often led to frightened gasps and Klaus being woken up by a defensive punch, to the point where he had forcibly relaxed himself so that his instincts wouldn't kick in and he wouldn't…

Oh.

Her frantic, terrified brain finally manages to pull a bit of logic out of the swirl of chaos and she begins to relax, knowing that if something was coming for her, it'd have to go through Klaus first.

And even more likely…

"Klaus…?" Caroline whispers, turning her head to see his side of the bed empty, "Are you…?"

She's lying flat on her back and for the first time notices the large bulge under the duvet that couldn't possibly be her body.

And the blunt teeth nipping at her ticklish toes couldn't possibly be hers either.

Is it weird that by now she thinks she knows the feel of his teeth, that she knows line until the gap where the two eyeteeth have been pushed back to accommodate the double fangs?

She relaxes but tenses up again in delightful anticipation as lips ghost along under her knee and up her thigh, pressing briefly into her belly button before she jolted him with her knee, hit his shoulder and Klaus' head emerged from underneath the duvet, his face the picture of bewilderment and she laughed,

"Seriously!" she demanded, "I thought you were a monster!"

He shrugged with absolutely no apology whatsoever, "You aren't wrong"

She rolls her eyes and tries to glare even as she was still laughing, "I meant an evil monster coming to kill the blonde cheerleader"

He tilts his head slightly, the duvet falling back to expose his blonde hair, "Are we role playing?"

Role playing.

A concept that was kind of lost on the Original brothers.

One of the first shopping trips she'd taken with Katherine had ended in an adult store with the doppelganger buying toys that had left Caroline unable to look Elijah in the eyes for days afterward. Curious, Caroline had begun browsing through some of the costumes available before Katherine had shut it down,

"No point" she'd told her, leading her over to the lingerie section, "They were born long before most of those fantasies came about and don't understand the rest. Naughty school girl, nurse, nun, police officer- well, you probably wouldn't choose that costume anyway- but trust me, I'm speaking from experience, he'd appreciate the effort but it'd go over his head"

Oh well. He understood the concept of sexy lingerie well enough…although Caroline had been forced to put her foot down and start implementing sex bans whenever he ripped the material off her.

Victoria's Secret was expensive.

"No" she shook her head, "I actually thought there was a monster coming to kill me"

He smirked, "Sorry love, I won't be that merciful"

He pulls back, clearly determined to duck back under the covers and she laughs again, resting her head on the pillow with a smile as Klaus eased her thighs apart and settled between them, his breath warm and welcoming against her vagina, causing her to squirm as the sensation had her body responding, desire pooling and arousal starting to make her wet.

Klaus breathed again and when he knew she would be stimulated opened her with two gentle fingers before his tongue darted out and teased her folds, causing a burst of sensation that had her closing her eyes in anticipated delight.

Caroline whimpered and shifted her body, Klaus splaying a hand over her stomach to keep her in place as his fingers kept her delicate folds spread so that there was no barrier between his hot tongue and her clitoris. She reached down and stroked the golden curls as his head moved under the duvet, tracing the shell of his ear and resisting the urge to hold his head in place and keep him trapped there for the rest of the night.

His tongue delved inside her moving with the skill Caroline had long since become wonderfully accustomed to and when he moved up to suck and then bite her clit she gasped and moaned as her orgasm rushed through her. She arched her back and her eyes opened with surprise as she felt a tugging on her thigh, suddenly she wasn't seen the ornate canopy of the bed but had been yanked down underneath the heavy duvet and was immersed in darkness.

Except for two glowing, golden eyes.

"Someone fed you after midnight didn't they?"

That particular pop culture reference was lost on him but she knew he'd grasped the concept when he growled and his heavy hand reached up and squeezed her neck gently before he darted away, the duvet falling on her face as below her, hands spread her legs apart as far as they can comfortably go and hold her there.

She's quivering with anticipation, thighs wet with her arousal and her blood rushing through her body after the orgasm. Her world had shrunk to this darkness, this heavy silk on her head, her breath short in the confined space and is the only sound aside from the drumming of her heartbeat in her ears. One breath, two…three.

She screamed in surprise and pleasure as he suddenly slammed into her, his penis penetrating her to the very base and she moaned at the sensation and her walls clenched, trying to hold him inside her as he quickly pulled out and she couldn't feel him between her spread legs, couldn't sense him until he was thrusting into her hard and fast, leaving her breathless.

God this was erotic.

It was like being fucked by a ghost, or a demon.

Or the Devil himself.

She surrendered to the act as she fantasised about Klaus coming upon her in a haunted house, or that she was an angel imprisoned in Hell.

Her hands are tangled in the sheets beneath her and she cries out at one particularly fierce thrust that almost borders on pain but she doesn't feel anything beyond the thrill of the forbidden and the hint of danger.

Her orgasms come down upon her so quickly that she almost can't tell them apart and when he explodes within her with a triumphant shout, they soak the sheets under them with their pleasure, the duvet is lifted as Klaus crouches over her body and then falls back down when he flops down atop her, careful not to hurt her but draping his sweaty body across hers while he continues to tremble with his release. She runs a flat hand down his back and rests it on his arse cheek, holding him against her while they catch their breath, idly wondering if this was a one-act show or if they were going to go all night. She mentally shrugs, she'd find out soon enough.

She's come a long way to reach the point where she can fully submit to someone sexually, where she can let Klaus hold her body and bring them both to pleasure without the fear that he'll enslave her, grow bored or angry and decide to use her as he wished.

Shortly after Christmas, in the days before the New Year began, Klaus had taken Caroline on a two day trip to Baton Rouge, they'd seen some of the sights, enjoyed a nice lunch at a restaurant and brought some bagged blood for her to drink before she'd walked him to an abandoned, neglected park deep in the suburbs, sat him down and finally explained to him the reasons for her anxiety and occasional panic attacks during sex.

Klaus wasn't an idiot of course, he'd long since suspected that she could have been a victim of rape but to suspect and to have confirmation had been two very different things.

He had been angry, because he was Klaus Mikaelson and when he didn't know how to act he lashed out.

Not at her obviously but the closest tree had endured a rather vicious removal of branches and violent beating. He'd then taken a deep breath, come back and stood in front of her, he'd cupped her face in his hands and told her that this changed nothing for him and that he was so proud of her for not letting this bad experience ruin her life.

His voice had been so gentle, his touch so soft that Caroline's eyes had fluttered closed as she rested her cheek in his hand and nearly answered without thinking when he asked for the name of her attacker.

She'd shaken her head but he hadn't got the message, trying to cajole the name out of her until she refused and shut down.

She had predicted this, Klaus Mikaelson Decision-Making 101, if something or someone hurt one of the few people he loved, he killed it.

Plain and simple.

But Caroline was not going to have lives ruined so Klaus could feel as though he'd lived up to his Alpha Male status by protecting her years after the fact.

He'd grown close to cruel then, telling her that if she loved him as she claimed then she would give him the names of those who'd hurt her.

She'd walked away and wandered the streets for two hours before Katherine had rung her, obviously under duress to check that she was okay.

Caroline had explained the situation and could almost hear the doppelganger shrugging on the other end of the line,

"I could have told you that was going to happen" she'd responded with little sympathy,

"He's an all-powerful supernatural king and you gave him a situation where you were hurt and he couldn't stop it, so he wants to make things right by killing D-…the man and present his head to you on a silver platter"

"That won't make me feel better" Caroline pointed out and Katherine sighed,

"I know…are you afraid that it will happen again?"

Was she?

Yes.

Logically she knew that Damon Salvatore would never rape her again, not now but there was still that fear that all survivors lived with.

It's happened to me once, what's to say it won't happen again?

It wouldn't be a man in a dark alleyway, or a roofie in a bar but what if…?

"Can I speak to Elijah?" she'd asked and Katherine had sighed,

"Okay…but this'll take a minute, I'll have to untie him"

"Oh God!" Caroline had shrieked, "Oh ewww! Seriously?!...Wait, where's Erik?"

Katherine scoffed, "With Raina obviously, you think I'd babysit the miraculous little mistake?"

She hears Elijah's muffled voice and Katherine sighing, "Yeah, yeah I know…Erik is a gift not the accidental result of a drunken one night stand, lift your head my love"

"Cawowine" Elijah slurred his words, "Jus a momen"

She repressed the urge to shudder, "Massage your jaw and try again"

"Thank-you my dear"

She heard his bare feet against the wooden floorboards and the sound of a door shutting,

"You wished to speak to me?" he inquired, "I trust despite whatever foolish action my brother has probably committed that you are well?"

Being spoken to in such a formal, polite manner had her calming down slightly and she almost felt bad when she asked the question,

"Elijah...Has Klaus ever…raped anyone?"

There was silence on the other end of the line before Elijah replied softly,

"Has he threatened you or made you feel unsafe in any way?"

"No" she assured him, "It's just…I need to know"

"No" Elijah answered firmly, "Not to my knowledge, never once in all our years have I ever heard him accused or suspected, nor has he ever given me any reason to believe that he would"

Caroline released a breath she hadn't realised she had been holding. After all, when she had entered into this relationship with Klaus it was with the knowledge that he had one thousand years as a vampire behind him, many of those years spent with humanity trying its best to rip each other to shreds so whilst all the moments of history fascinated her, she had been trying to overlook the bloodier pages in the book, the shadows she were sure existed.

"You should understand Caroline" Elijah continued, "Most of Niklaus' human existence was spent being rendered powerless by Mikael. He knows what it feels like to have free will taken away and while he will have no qualm attacking his enemies physically and emotionally, to exert his power over someone sexually to invade them in this most personal manner…It's also a matter of pride I suppose" he muttered, now considering the matter academically, "If a woman rejected him, he would go out and find pleasure with another, he wouldn't force his company where it wasn't wanted…in a sexual manner anyway"

She'd thanked him and ended the call, looking up at the lilac evening sky and deciding to head back to the hotel. She had guessed that Klaus wasn't a rapist, if he had been then surely he would never have allowed her to refuse him for so long but still…to have confirmation of this fact had made her feel safe.

And that was the only thing that mattered.

Yes she had been raped and yes there was always the chance that it could happen again but what mattered is that she felt safe with Klaus.

She trusted him.

And he was waiting for her when she got back to the hotel room, pacing the tiny living area of the bed and breakfast she had insisted on because it was so quaint with the antique furniture and fresh flowers and the tiny television from the late nineties.

His head had shot up when she'd come in the door and he didn't resemble a human so much as a caged animal.

"Where have you been?!" he demanded, "It's been hours! I've been worried…"

"Shut up" she told him, pressing a finger to his lips which he glared at but stayed silent.

"I love you and I know that you love me too…No, you don't have to say it" she said when he opened his mouth, "And after the way you behaved today I don't want to hear it. I know your response to every bad thing is to lash out and kill it but you can't erase my history Klaus, you can only support me and understand where I'm coming from. You don't have to kill my rapist to make me feel safe because I feel safe with you, I know you'll protect me with your life if need be and do your best to ensure something like that never happens again"

"It won't ever happen again" he swears, his eyes cold as steel and she inwardly sighs, knowing this is the closest she'll get to an apology,

"I believe you"

In their tiny world under the duvet, Caroline felt Klaus stir atop her and his lips begin to kiss her shoulder and then her neck. She snickered at his predictability.

"Uh uh" She pushed him back by his forehead and giggled at the sight of his double fangs,

"Come on sweetheart" he whined and she shook her head,

"Here" her hands tangled in his hair she led him down to her stomach, he went with little grace and lots of grumbling but sank his fangs into her flesh, drinking deeply.

Ever since she'd come to New Orleans, Caroline had been experimenting with blood sharing, having Klaus drink from different places on her body so she could experience the different sensations. She'd even guided him to where her thigh met her vagina but the hybrid was not comfortable having his sharp fangs so near to such fragile skin.

But for the opportunity to blood share with Caroline he'd gladly endure being shuffled around her body like a temporary tattoo.

Especially when she'd suckle gently on his neck or wrist afterwards for his healing blood and then fall asleep curled up in his arms

"And this is the Liberal arts admin office, which if Klaus was a student here would have been burnt to the ground years ago and the ashes scattered to the four winds"

Caroline laughed at Cami's colourful statement, "I'm guessing you have issues with them?"

The older blonde rolled her eyes, "I had lit electives in my first year, no major subject clashes or anything, I just had to take my enrolment forms in…the bastards declared me AWOL six times, I nearly ended up having my PHD application rejected because of them"

Caroline winced sympathetically and made a mental note to ignore her usual habit of asking politely first and just use compulsion straight off the bat.

It was the first day of February and Cami had offered to give Caroline a tour of Tulane University campus, helping her get ready for when she started classes in August.

She was continuing her drama major, transferring all her credit over from Whitmore College and already looking at the residence halls, even though the university was only a ten minute drive from the Garden District and maybe twenty minutes in traffic from Bourbon St.

An argument Klaus himself had made, telling her that it'd probably be faster for her to commute by car than on foot from a residence hall, and at Le Coeur Jardin she'd have her own bathroom free of foot fungal diseases and a kitchen that wasn't riddled with black mould.

However, Caroline was still determined to have a normal college experience and that didn't include driving a Porsche or living in a multi-million dollar mansion or in a manor on Bourbon St with a bevy of unemployed, obscenely rich and even more stunningly beautiful immortals.

But her protests hadn't stopped Elijah fitting out a beautiful bedroom/study area for her just down the hall from Klaus bedroom in the mansion.

She'd admired the room and thanked him profusely but when she'd reminded him that she was living on-campus he'd got offended.

Caroline wasn't sure if it was just her or if it was because she was living with him on a more permanent basis but she had begun to notice just how cold Elijah was. The polite, friendly man from her two week sojourn was gone and in his place was an impatient older brother who always seemed annoyed with his siblings.

She shrugged internally, she was an only child, what did she know about how brothers and sisters functioned?

"Here is my favourite sun-soaked lawn" Cami waved her arm to encompass the rolling green expanse, "Perfect for sunbaking, studying or napping when you're completely hungover and can't leave campus because you've temporarily forgotten how"

Caroline laughed again and took a moment to appreciate just how good it felt to be carefree again.

It had been a hard four months for her.

She'd lost a friend in Bonnie, her home and the life she had known. Her mother had moved two hours away to a tiny Southern town and her best friend was now somewhere along Route Sixty-Six communicating with her via postcards or infrequent text messages.

It had shaken her to have her feet cut out from under her. To have been hunted and forced to seek shelter in New Orleans, not that she didn't enjoy being in the beautiful city but she had always figured that when she and Klaus started living together on a permanent basis, if…if they had started living together on a permanent basis, it would be her choice one hundred percent, not something affected by external factors.

She had wanted to come to him as an equal, not as a victim.

Still, she was here now and determined to make the most of it.

And it wasn't all bad, in fact, she was having a lot of fun.

She was becoming fast friends with Cami who was her favourite female in town on account of never having kidnapped or killed her. Although for all the enmity between them, Katherine was a lot of fun, taking her shopping, dancing, bar-hopping and introducing her to new experiences that Klaus would have never considered.

Just yesterday they'd gone to Katherine's favourite day spa and had been treated to a facial which she'd found out afterwards had included powdered diamonds and rubies in the paste.

Well…it sure had left her skin glowing.

Rebekah was still avoiding her, typically only turning up at the mansion around dinner time to say something snarky, grab some food and head out again. At first Caroline was worried that his sister's obvious dislike of her would cause trouble between her and Klaus but he didn't seem the least bit concerned and Rebekah clearly didn't like Katherine any more than she liked Caroline and she and Elijah were engaged.

Not that Caroline was getting married to Klaus.

No sir, she was not getting married until she was at least twenty-five.

Her phone beeps and she pulls it out, checking the screen before blushing.

She wonders if there's a bat signal that goes off somewhere every time she thinks about Klaus, or if they were just on the same wavelength. Either way he had texted her,

'I hear that sex on campus is a thing'

She smirks and rolls her eyes, catching Cami's attention and relaying the message to her. Cami just smirks and shrugs,

"Thousand year old supernatural, I wonder if he's had sex on a campus before?"

Sex talk with a girl. Now this was something Caroline had never enjoyed before, one of the downsides to having dated Matt and then Elena dating Damon, too few degrees of separation in their sex lives to make the conversation comfortable.

'Cami wants to know if you've had sex on campus before?'

She waited almost a minute before the reply came in,

'Not in America and not with uniforms'

With uniforms?

She's hitting speed dial before she even stops to think and he picks up immediately,

"Hello sweetheart" he purrs into the phone, "Where should I meet you?"

"Are you watching porn on my laptop?"

Caroline and the Mystic Falls refugees as Klaus had dubbed them had hit up an Apple store on their first day in town and stocked up on all the technology they could need. Caroline had bought a beautiful silver laptop top of the line which she'd then made the mistake of leaving to charge in the living room.

She'd quickly learnt that while the Original siblings understood that the privacy of handwritten journals was sacrosanct- at least for anyone who wasn't a blood relative- they had absolutely no idea about respecting personal ownership of technology and considered any fancy gadget communal property.

She'd found Klaus using her laptop to order art supplies online, Elijah had downloaded an entire season of a Danish political drama after his laptop had gone missing and Katherine had changed her homepage to the Neiman Marcus online shop and filled her shopping basket with new outfits which she called
'New Caroline'.

So she had called them all into the kitchen and explained to them that laptops were just fancy journals, everyone had their own and stayed away from hers.

It had worked for a little while but Klaus still had a tendency to grab it if it was the closest piece of technology available so she'd given up and made him his own user account.

Annoyingly no one went near Katherine's lap top, although to be fair that was less respecting the doppelgangers privacy and more because of the terrifying amount of shoe porn that was on the hard drive.

Which brought her back to the present and the starting noise that was her computer being

"You have pornography on your computer?"

She could hear his excitement through the phone and the rapid tap of fingers on the keyboard,

"Not anywhere you could find it, now get off my laptop"

"But sweetheart" he cajoled, "How am I supposed to make you scream with pleasure if I don't know what turns you on?"

She smirked, "Right because you had so much trouble figuring it out last night"

"Well…" he stretched the word out, "Imagine how much more fun it would be if we were enacting your fantasies"

She began to grow hot and bothered at that idea and realised that if she didn't hang up soon she would likely be spending the afternoon spread out over a hard surface while Klaus…

Nope, she had way to much planning to do.

"I have to go" she tells him but then bites her lip cheekily, "But remind me to go down on my knees and suck you off when I get home tonight"

She hangs up as he begins growling and turns to Cami who had trailed away during the conversation and was chatting with a guy.

Not happily either.

Caroline frowned as she noticed Cami's body language, the way her eyes darted about for distraction and her hands kept fluttering.

"Hey Cami!" she called loudly as she strode over, "We totally have to go now!"

Cami turned to face her with wide-eyed relief, "Caroline, sorry I got distracted…but we are late for that meeting"

The man was looking between the two blondes with confusion and after a moment's hesitation held out his hand to Caroline,

"Hi" he tried bravely, "I'm Vincent"

Caroline gave his hand the briefest shake, "Hi, nice to meet you but we're late for something so bye"

She and Cami practically raced away, "It wasn't that he wasn't cute" the older blonde argues once they were out of sight, "But there was just something there, I think it was the way he was looking at me…I don't know"

Caroline shrugged, "Not your problem, now where's the student union? I want to make a note of all the improvements that will have to be made"

Vincent cursed as he stomped through the campus parking lot. Dammit, it figured with his luck he'd wind up flirting with the wrong blonde.

How was he supposed to tell them apart however? Caroline was still such a young vampire that she hadn't yet acquired the unearthly grace and sense of immortality that gave away the older creatures and Cami spent so much time around the Original family that they'd begun polluting her aura.

He didn't think Celeste would take these excuses however. No, more likely she'd kill Eva without a second hesitation…

Unless he neglected to tell her the entire truth.

She picks up on the second ring,

"What?!" she demands, her voice shrill and impatient and his heart sinks.

"No go I'm afraid" he tries his best to sound sincere, "She told me she has a boyfriend and didn't even look the slightest bit tempted"

Celeste curses, "Well…did you try a spell?"

Vincent snorts, "Like a love spell? Those are at best aphrodisiacs and at worst herbal roofies"

"No like a capitulation spell" she points out, sighing as though his stupidity is beyond her and he comes to a stop in shock,

"A capitulation spell is rape and forbidden by the tenants of my coven, of all the covens in New Orleans" he reminds her sharply,

"More to the point when it wears off she'd figure out pretty damn quick that she'd been taken against her will and then we'd have a very angry hybrid recreating Salem witch hunts in our back yard"

"You greatly overestimate Klaus Mikaelson's nobility" Celeste sneers, "He likes his toys shiny and new, not broken and passed around"

"And what of my nobility?" he argues incensed, "You think I would do that to a woman? Even a vampiress?"

"I think you're a witch in a town that we've nurtured for centuries that is now being taken over by the most blood thirsty family in the world"

"And if we stoop to their level how are we any better?"

There's a long pause and he wonders if the line has cut out before Celeste speaks again,

"We're not vampires"

A/N- See, not much progress but expect update tomorrow or later in the week.