(Changed rating to Mature, do to some dark subjects, and sexual situations. I hope you enjoy. ;)

Saved By The Devil

Chapter 3

"Stop the car."

"What?" Klaus said with an incredulous lift of his brow. "Don't be ridiculous, love. We stop now, we'll never beat the morning rush hour traffic on highway 85."

The glare on Caroline was insane, but he did everything he could, not to show his amusement. Okay, he was being a bit of an ass, but there was so much Miss Forbes didn't know, and understand. This wasn't the time for dramatics. The sooner he got her away from that damn town, the better for all of them.

"I'm not some prisoner, Klaus. What were you doing at Bonnie's?"

Of course, she wasn't going to let this go. With a sigh, he tilted his head to the side. "Oh, well let's see," he added, his defenses up. "Talking, breathing, catching up with old friends…"

"Alright, alright," Caroline interrupted, shaking her hands. "Just… just tell me you didn't do anything."

"Will that make you feel better?"

He wasn't going to lie. It wasn't his fault they tried to stop him. He'd gone there completely with peaceful intentions. Nobody ever listens.

"Oh, my God. I can't do this. I can't do this." Klaus flicked his gaze up to the rear view mirror. Caroline's hands cupped her mouth, as she leaned forward looking like she was either half hyperventilating, or about to vomit.

"Caroline?"

"Just stop the car. I want out. This is all wrong. I know nothing about you, and…and…you killed that nurse."

Klaus grit his teeth with an agitated groan. "I didn't kill your friend, okay?" He hit the break, pulling over to the side of the road. He couldn't talk to her like this, and drive at the same time. This was absurd. "She'll be fine."

Caroline nodded, several short nods, and then without looking at him, started to open up the side door. Pale shades of the breaking morning light seeped in through the crack of the doorway, and within an instant, he moved from his driver's seat. Both of his hands landed on the roof, above where she opened the door, blocking her view from the sun. "What are you doing?" he asked, the panic gripping his chest, surprising even himself. He didn't want her to go. He had barely known her but from a distance, but he didn't want her to go. Not now.

She looked up at him with a start, obviously not expecting him to be there. "I'm going home," she said rather bravely. Her gaze flicked away from him, and he could see her shaking. "My mom's a cop. I'll find a payphone. You've killed people. I know nothing about you. …I can't get hurt again."

He would have taken time to admire her strength, but her last words hit him to the core, and something in him softened for but a moment. "I would never hurt you, Caroline. Did someone hurt you?" he asked, his finger curling into the steel frame of the car. "Tell me."

Several tears rolled down her cheeks, and she sniffed, bringing her hand up to her nose. Shaking her head, she still refused to look at him. "I can't. I can't. I just want to go home. I need to go home. My mom will be worried, and my friends, …and I have school tomorrow, and there's a cheer meet on Thursday…. and, and I'm drinking blood." Her chest broke with two quick sobs. "What's wrong with me? I'm drinking blood, and I care about stupid cheerleading! I can't do this. I can't."

She reached for the door under his arm, and then let out an earsplitting cry of pain. Smoke billowed up from the back of her hand, and blisters rose across her flesh. Klaus grabbed her arms, sliding her back inside, along with him, and shut the door.

"Shh shh, it's okay. This is normal, love. Your emotions are heightened right now. It's part of the change. You'll feel everything more deeply now, or," he said, flicking his gaze up to hers, "you can turn it off."

"So all of this is just…"

"You're confused, and scared. No one could blame you, Caroline. Look," he said, flipping the back side of her hand up. He brushed his finger soothingly along her knuckles, as the blisters sealed up, and healed before her eyes. "The sunlight will hurt you now. That's what I was doing at your friend's home. I was getting you a ring."

Caroline gasped, and her skin paled two shades whiter. "So you can walk in the sun," he amended, with a small smile, catching the adorable little flicker of embarrassment on her cheeks. "I'm not going to hurt you, Caroline. It's charmed so that the sun will not harm you. I was merely looking out for your well-being."

She nodded slightly, and he pulled the ring from his jacket pocket, and slipped it on her finger. Her face scrunched up slightly. "So, I have to wear this thing forever?"

Klaus smiled. "I'll be happy to get you something much better in the future."

"But what about my mom, and my friends?"

"I've already spoken to them. They all believe you are attending boarding school. You're new, Caroline. It's best they not know the truth about what you are. They wouldn't understand, especially your mother. Besides, we don't want to upset her now, do we? You, and I both know it's better this way for their sake. Best not to traumatize everyone."

So, he was playing slightly on her sympathy card, but he wasn't lying. This way no one would be upset.

Caroline's breath seemed labored again, as she tried to take this all in. "So, I'll never see them, ever again?"

"Just for now, sweetheart, until you've fully come in to being a true vampire, and know how to handle yourself." Klaus slipped a finger under her chin, lifting her eyes to his, as he gazed down intently. "I …don't want anyone …to hurt you, love."

Tiny goosebumps spread across the nape of her neck, and her watery doe-eyed gaze remained fixated on his. "I'm scared," she said, swallowing. "Why me?"

"Because you are strong, stronger than you even know. I've seen it, and I can help you, so that you will never have to be afraid of anything, or anyone, again."

Carefully, Klaus reached up to brush the stains of her tears from her cheeks with the back of his hand, and to his surprise, she leaned into his touch. He found he couldn't look away, as she pulled in close, tucking her feet up under her along the seat, as if she wanted him to hold her. Him. She rested her head against his shoulder, and with a strange numb-like feeling, he webbed his fingers up through her hair.

He hadn't expected this, well he did, but not like this. He didn't know what he was feeling. It almost hurt. He didn't want to feel.

"You need blood," he stated, deflecting the moment to something else. She was delirious, confused, and her senses were overly heightened. Caroline hadn't had any real human blood. She needed to feed. That's all this was. "Petersburg is less than an hour from here. We should get going. I'll get us a penthouse there for the night, and I'll order room service for the both of us."

"But I thought I needed blood?" she ask, still leaning up against him.

A dark, toying smirk teased Klaus' features, and he winked. "That's exactly what I'm talking about, love."

"Humans? Real live human beings?!"

"But of course, love," Klaus said with a rousing grin to his features, as glanced back over his shoulder, to where she was sitting cross legged on the motel bed. They had just arrived, and he was still putting a few things away in the drawers. 'Course, Caroline was still going on about his room service idea, ever since she figured out exactly what that meant. It was amusing.

"These are innocent human beings. You can't be serious!"

"What did you think I meant?"

"I don't know," she said, waving her hands. "Maybe they'd bring up blood in champagne bottles, or something?"

"Oh, right," he said with a small chuckle, turning around. "I'd like for you to send up two pints of O-Negative on ice, please. Hold the human."

Caroline reached behind her, and hurled a pillow at him, the furious pout on her face, absolutely adorable. He couldn't help but laugh again.

"This is not funny, Klaus."

"Actually, I rather think it is. We're vampires, Caroline. You need to stop thinking in human terms." Of course, he was a hybrid, and an Original, but he wouldn't bog her down with those little details now. There'd be time for that later. "You'll see. Once you get some blood in you, it'll be easier, everything will."

He sat down on the bed next to her, with a smirk, letting the tips of his fingers toy through her hair, just before leaning behind her, to grab the phone from the bed stand. He saw her bristle as he sat back up. "Shh, it's going to be all right." Moving her hair behind her ear, he rested his forehead down against the side of her head. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I promise, you're going to love this."

A faint tint of her veins darkened for but a moment under her eyes, and Klaus ran his finger down to the smooth, full, edge of her lip. Caroline let out a soft, tight, whimper; nervousness, fear, and more than one kind of excitement, lifted from her skin. He could smell it, and tiny little goosebumps trailed her neck. He wanted to taste them.

Bringing the receiver to his ear, he dialed downstairs, just as he ran the tip of his nose up her neck with an inward groan. "Two bottles of your best wine." He hung up hearing Caroline gasp at his proximity, and slowly he let his lower lip just barely brush her warm skin.

"Klaus…," she whispered, her tone breathy, and light. He could tell she was inwardly battling her own thoughts, but everything about her body betrayed it; her scent alone, a giveaway, if not the way her fingers were curling about the edge of his shirt.

Slowly, he moved to the front of where she sat, keeping his forehead to hers, his gaze unmoving, as he watched, and gauged her reaction. He wouldn't hurt her. The wolf in him crawled up under the surface of his skin, wanting, as heat soared through his veins. She smelled so fucking good; her skin so warm, and perfectly beautiful. His little vampire.

A knock sounded at the door, and he left Caroline, her expression slightly flushed, and dizzy. With a smirk, he turned to open the door.

Before the man with the wine could speak, Klaus' gaze locked with his. "Walk over to the bed, and don't make a sound."

He took the bottles from the man, carrying them, as he followed after him over to Caroline. Her lips parted, as fear started to fluster in her eyes, but the draw, and need was there as well. He could see it, and the temperature of her body was already raised.

"Klaus…," she said, again, as if holding on to him for life support. Adrenaline pooled in his veins, and he loved it. "Trust me," he whispered, as he tossed the bottles on the bed. He grabbed the man by the back of his hair, and thrust it back to expose the vein of his jugular.

The man garbled, and coughed, but he couldn't speak do to compulsion. Moving back on the bed, just behind Caroline, he held the man up to her, nicely on display, and his free hand threaded back through her hair. "Go on, love. Drink, and become strong. Let all your worries go. Be free," he whispered, just as he mouthed the base of her ear.

Her back arched against him, as her veins blackened under her eyes, and the points of her teeth slipped down. A tight whimper escaped her lips, still afraid to actually bite the man, even though he knew the scent, alone, this close, would dominate her newborn senses.

"Drink," he whispered against her skin, the word a command this time, as the muscles in his right arm flexed, tightening his grip on the man's hair.

Caroline's finger nails dug into Klaus' jeaned thigh, where he knelt from behind her, and he moved his free hand down, to thread his own fingers through hers, squeezing them tight. In a flash, she let go of her human qualms, and bit down into the man's neck; her entire body rising with it in a frenzy.

"That's my girl," he whispered, as she divulged in the man's blood. "Enjoy it, love." He slowly kissed each digit along the back of her neck, and she moaned a high pitched sound through her drink. A dark smirk lifted across his lip. Kill him for me. Be strong.

Her fingers clenched against his, and he slid their hands from his knee, into her lap. She released the now dead man, blood staining her lips, and not letting go of his hand, she opened her thighs. The man dropped to the floor, and before she could react to it, Klaus grabbed her through her jeans. With a breathy cry, she arched her back into him, pressing her hips into his hand.

He met her gaze through the dresser mirror, and slowly unzipped her fly. They both watched her breath deepen, and the contours of her face twist with flushed want, even with the veins under her eyes, and the blood still on her lips. He wanted her to see it, to feel it. This wasn't a bad thing. She was beautiful.

Her body cried out, as he pressed his fingers inside her, quickly bringing her to the point of release. "Look at yourself," he said against her ear, his lips mouthing her lobe. Her eyes met him through the glass. "Not me. I want you to watch yourself." She did as he asked, her body squirming with the need for release. "This is not a monster. This, is a queen."

…and then he let her let go.

(Note: Thank you all for the wonderful comments on chpts 1 and 2! You guys are all really supportive, and that means so much to me, so thank you! I apologize for this being a little bit darker/sexual, unless that's a good thing. :P Please let me know what you think of this chapter, questions, or thoughts. I love feedback. As you can see, this chapter got (imo) a lot deeper on quite a few different levels too. I'm hoping to make both Klaus and Caroline non-one dimensional through this story, as their characters on the show, are not. I'd like to try to keep them as true to their actual character as possible within this entirely different context, and time in their progression from the show. Let me know what you think! 33 )