(Rated T for violence, and brief language)

Saved By The Devil

Chapter 2

Klaus rapped the back of his knuckles against Bonnie's hard wood door. The black sedan, with a sleeping Caroline inside of it, was parked idly by the curb, the engine still running to keep her warm. Knowing this should only take but a moment, he knocked again. Her little witch friend did not know who he was, and the compulsion would be quick, and without warning. Caroline needed a daylight charm. As it was, he already had to compel half the staff at the hospital into believing indeed the murdered nurse had been the patient in the room all along. Too bad the old woman was suicidal, and had to snap her neck from hanging herself with monitor cords.

Goddammit it. Where was the bloody witch?

Morning would be up soon, and he wasn't in the mood for another near catastrophe. Caroline was too new, too scared, and he wouldn't have any of it.

With an annoyed huff, he switched the weight on his feet, and knocked again. With a start, the door swung wide on him. "About time, love. What if…" Klaus froze mid-sentence when he realized the person standing there, was not the witch at all. "Why hello, Stefan," he said with a forced grin laced with sarcasm. "What a pleasant surprise to see you here."

"What are you doing here Klaus?"

"Not expecting you, that's for sure." A tight smile flickered to view, before disappearing again. "I see I'm losing my touch, old friend. How is it you remember who I am? You see," he paused, "I remember specifically compelling you. Who might I ask, should I thank for this oh so wonderful opportunity to have all my plans thwarted?"

"Your sister," Stefan said, moving to rest a hand on the doorframe, blocking a clear view inside the building. "When you finally undaggered her a few weeks ago, who do you think she came running to find? She compelled me to remember."

Fantastic. Of course she did.

"That's impossible," he said, switching feet, irritated. "You can't negate compulsion with another. It doesn't work that way."

Stefan merely shrugged. "Bonnie helped."

Klaus grit his teeth, twisting his head with an inward groan. "Fine. Why not? Let me inside, I need to see the witch."

"Can't help you there, mate. Not my house."

"Then GET me the goddamn witch, and bring her here." His chest rose and fell erratically with a sparking rush of irritated fury. He didn't have time for this. Caroline was waiting in the car.

"Bonnie," Stefan called out behind him, and then turned back to Klaus. "Don't hurt her."

Klaus held in the smile wanting to lift on his features. He always could count on Stefan to behave. He liked that about him. He was smart. "You know I won't if she does what I ask."

"No, I don't know." Stefan shifted in his stance as if to look around him. "What's this about? Who's in your car?"

The ache to turn around and see if Miss Forbes was still resting, or up, burned like a pulling cord, but he forced himself to ignore it. "That's not your concern."

"Hi, what's going on?" the dark haired witch asked. Her gaze flicked, concerned, to Stefan, before eying his own with a tight start. The contorted features on her face, alone, let him know she realized he was a vampire.

"Be careful," Stefan said. "He's an Original, one of the first living vampires. His family are the progenitors."

"What do you want?" she asked, her expression drawn, and hard.

"I merely need a daylight ring. That's all I ask."

Bonnie and Stefan gave each other an incredulous look as if they didn't believe that truly was all he was requesting. It was annoying.

"What's the catch?" Stefan added. "You're a hybrid, you can walk in the sun."

Klaus rolled his eyes, pacing back with a deliberate sigh. "It's not for me you idiot. Now hop to it, before I decide to get more creative."

The chime on Stefan's phone rang, and he pulled it from his pocket, the screen lit, and clear for them all to see.

Text from Katherine: Just thought you might want to know, Klaus has Caroline. Ta ta. 3

A dark toying smile lifted across Klaus' features, just as Stefan's went slightly pale. The Salvatore's gaze hung onto his, as if deciding to actually risk stupidity, and run to the car, or not. Dark adrenaline crawled under Klaus' skin, as he grinned down at his old comrade; the burn of the challenge rippling through his veins.

I dare you…

In a blur of speed, Stefan moved from the protective, invisible seal of Bonnie's doorway, and Klaus had him in an instant. Klaus threw him into the side paneling of the house, and several of the shingles cracked, and fell to the ground. He was up, in a desperate flash, but Klaus again, had him by the front of his shirt, lifting him from the ground. "DON'T …make me do something I'll regret, old friend."

"Let him go," Bonnie said, her voice wavering in her attempt to sound strong. Her hand came up to press against her forehead, and a surge of forceful energy pummeled into Klaus from the side, knocking him, with Stefan still in his grasp, into the nicely painted white step railing, crashing them, and it, to the patio floor.

An infuriated growl rose from Klaus. He grit his teeth, and snapped off the long loose railing with his free hand. Before Bonnie could even see it coming, he moved, and jammed the sharp, crude end up through her gut.

"Klaus, please…," Stefan begged, through labored breath, still choking, and struggling to stand within Klaus' other grasp.

Klaus smiled, ignoring Stefan's words as he watched the horror reek through Bonnie's eyes. She stumbled back into the house, holding the railing, as her blood seeped down the front her shirt. The sadistic flush of power, was ecstasy, and dark veins broke from under his eyes. He loved it. "All I want," he said, with an almost too eerie calm, "is a daylight ring."

"GET ME A GODDAMN FUCKING DAYLIGHT RING!" Klaus smashed Stefan's back up against the hard siding again, and his irises began to dilate, and expand. "You…," he said, as he twisted his head to the side, teeth clenched, "are going to leave Miss Forbes, and me alone. You are going to compel the sheriff into thinking she sent Caroline away to boarding school. It's safer for her there with all the strange deaths around this town. She will not think to visit or call, for they have strict rules. You will also compel this witch, to believe this has already happened, and that she never saw me here today. You will not speak of this meeting to anyone. Do I make myself clear?"

He released Stefan, and with wide eyes, Stefan coughed, backing away with a nod. He immediately went to Bonnie's side to help her, and removed the railing.

"You sicken me," Bonnie spat through her blood stained teeth, still holding her stomach with one hand. She stumbled over to the hall dresser, and removed a small ring, chanting several unrecognizable words. "Here's your stupid daylight ring," she said, as she threw it at him.

"Why thank you, love," Klaus cooed, as he reached down to pick up the discarded rail. He ran the tips of his fingers over the blood stained edge, and almost put them to his lips, but paused instead. Dropping the rail, he winked. "It's been a pleasure."

He tossed, and caught the ring in his other palm, and then sauntered down to the parked car that was still running idly. Miss Forbes was still asleep. Perfect.

Slipping himself in the backseat beside her, he shut the door, and softly ran the fingers of his left hand through her hair. With a breathy, soft whimper she responded to the touch.

"Caroline…," he whispered, and her sleeping lids fluttered open.

"Klaus?"

"Shh, it's okay, love. It's me. I've got something for you."

"Where are we?" she asked, her voice scratchy, and faint from sleep.

He put his fingers to her lips, catching her gaze, and then her newborn veins flooded dark under her eyes. Blood; Bonnie's blood laced his touch, and her hand came up to take his own, wanting it. She started to shake, still clearly warring the idea of it all; her human sense of morality and disgust, lingering too near the surface, but he knew better – and the idea that it was Bonnie's sent chills down his spine.

"It's okay, love. Don't judge yourself. You're not the girl you were before. It's different now. You can be powerful, strong, and agelessly beautiful. All of it," he whispered, watching her breath deepening at the thought of licking his fingers. "Never again will you have to take second place, for your mere presence will demand it so. I'll demand it so."

Caroline's darkened hues flicked up to his, the hunger, and desire clear on her features, and his own lips parted; a dance of adrenaline burning in his core. "Go on," he whispered. "Have at it."

With a light moan, her mouth surrounded his fingers, taking with her all the remaining blood, and his eyes nearly rolled to the ceiling. Fuuuck. He loved watching her like this, and he wanted more. He wanted her truly his queen, and he'd mold her to fully be everything she was, and truly could be. Too long he'd watched her, pushed to the shadows, like him. They were the same, and it was time to show the world, everything she had to offer.

"You need more blood," he said, softly letting the knuckles of his other hand, caress her cheek. "Real blood."

God, just looking at her, watching him with those raw, desperately, lost eyes, nearly made him kiss her there. Everything in him burned for her, wanted her. She…was…incredible.

Never the less, this wasn't the place. Yes, he had compelled Stefan to leave them alone, but the witch would surely do some mojo soon, once she had found a way to heal herself, …and being parked outside her lawn, wasn't exactly what he had in mind.

Before Caroline could answer, he took hold of the back of the front seat, and climbed his way up into the front, sliding down behind the wheel. He shifted into drive, and sped out onto the main road.

"Wait, was that? Were we just at Bonnie's house?" Caroline finally spoke up, coming to her more rational senses. He couldn't help a small smirk. It was adorable, and he had to admit, slightly amusing. He peeked at her from the rear view mirror. Caroline was frantically looking over the back seat, out the window. She turned back to him, and he quickly flicked his gaze away to the road. Her face had become a fluster of combined anger, and confusion. "Why were we at Bonnie's house?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, love," Klaus said with an innocent look, as he floored the pedal, leading them out of town.

I decided to break the chapter there. Of course, there is much more to come. ;)

I want to thank you all for the wonderful response and comments to story so far! It really means a lot to me. This fandom is truly incredible, and I love you guys 33 I love, love feedback, and comments, and hope I addressed some things from chapter 1 that had been kind of left hanging. Please let me know what you think, and I hope you continue to enjoy the read! The next chapter is going to be much more Caroline intense. ;)