(Note: Heavy sexual content)

Saved By The Devil

Chapter 5

Numb, Klaus nodded at Caroline's words, as he found his footing, standing up through the mess. Blood stained the carpet around him; the silence following the storm of violence, almost deafening. Only the rhythmic inhale and exhale of his lungs sounded in his ears.

"Come on," she spoke softly, yet he did not look at her. He couldn't. Her fingers found his, sliding their way through his stained ones, and she clenched them tight. "Let's get you cleaned up."

He took two steps back with her, before stopping, his gaze still on the room. "I need to take care of the bodies."

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he should have been shocked at this reaction from her. Why wasn't she running away?

"We'll lock the door, and put one of those thingies on it, so no one comes in," she said, urging him to follow with her out of the room. "Come on. You're not okay. We'll figure out something after. Klaus…"

He finally met her gaze, and it was more like a death glare of, 'Come or you die'. He almost choked a short smile. Almost. Damn her. He didn't understand any of this, but too numb to argue, he let it drop, following her out of the room.

She led him by hand back into their suite, and into the large ornamental bathroom, decorated in smooth black marble accents, and silver fixtures. "Sit," she said, dropping his hand, and pointing to his chest.

Reluctantly, he did as she asked, taking a seat on the edge of the round, smooth, black marble tub, without saying a word. Chin down, he watched her, as she fiddled with the drawers, and cabinets, until she found some towels, and a face cloth, and then turned the sink water on. Slowly, the room began to lift with steam, and she ran the towel under the faucet, soaking it down.

His breath deepened, as flecks of the mist began to saturate his skin.

Turning the water off with a squeak, she approached him, the tap of her shoes echoing off the tiles. She moved in between his knees, placing one hand on his shoulder, and raised the other, with the cloth, to his cheek. Warm water dripped to the stubble on his chin, and his lips parted, as she ran the cloth up, and across the line of his hair. "You're covered in blood."

Klaus shook, looking down, and he swallowed hard. "Caroline…," he started to say, his mouth dry, and his mind unable to think right. What was she doing? She re-fixed the towel to find a clean edge, and then brushed the warm, damp material up to the corner of his lip. His hand came up to grab hers, stopping her.

"I'm a killer, Caroline." He paused to meet her gaze, the vulnerability of the confession, surprising even himself.

She shifted her stance, fitting him with a pointed glare. "And I killed someone too. I'm a vampire, Klaus, like you… and…and I don't know what I'm supposed to be feeling right now. Okay? I don't. This is all new to me, and it's confusing." She placed her hand on his cheek, taking a deep breath. "All I know, is that no one, ever, has made me feel …as wanted, as you."

Tilting his head to the side, he reached up with complete and utter awe, and then slowly traced the line of her cheek bone, with his blood stained fingers. She sighed, and his breath deepened, as she leaned into his hand, and then brushed her warm lips across his palm.

"You are so beautiful."

"Shh," she said, pulling back. "You're still a mess." She reached over to the tub faucet, turning it on, and the roar of the hot water filled the air.

He couldn't help a small smirk at her assertiveness. This, was his adorable queen; strong, beautiful, and completely his.

She put the stopper down on the tub drain, and a warm brush of steam began to fill the air again. "Come on, you," she said, moving back around in front of him, her fingers finding the edge of his shirt. "Let's take this thing off."

Nearly biting his lip, he reached around to the grab hold of the end of his shirt, and slowly lifted it up over his head, dropping it to his feet. His chest flexed with the rise and fall of his breathing, chin down, his gaze lifted to hers. Everything in him began to burn.

Without waiting for her approval, he began to unbuckle his jeans, sliding his belt out onto the floor. He watched her breath catch, and she stepped back for a moment, allowing him to see the effects of the steam, causing her clothes to cling to her perfect form.

"What's the matter, Caroline?" he asked, standing up.

"Nothing," she said, her voice tight, and small.

Slowly, he sauntered towards her, his jeans half hanging, loose, from his hips. Fear, and arousal lifted from her skin, almost as thick as the moisture in the air. A smirk flickered across his features, noting where her gaze seemed to linger.

"You're supposed to be in the tub."

"Join me."

Her back hit the edge of the sink, and his hand landed behind her head, making a hot print against the steam covered glass. A low growl burned in his chest, as he moved his gaze from hers, to run his nose up the base of her neck.

She shivered, and then he reached up with his other hand, to pull the edge of her shirt off her smooth, slender shoulder.

"Klaus," she all but breathed, the scent of her want blooming from below. His mouth found her skin, and she crumbled against him, the sigh of her voice, filling his ears. "God, take me, please."

He scooped his arm down, lifting her from under her knees, and carried her to the edge of the tub, slipping off his shoes as he walked. "What are you doing?" she asked, but he didn't answer, stepping, jeans still on, into the running water of the tub.

With a smirk, he hit the knob on the faucet, bringing the hot mist of the steaming shower down upon them, Caroline, clothed, and all. Blood ran in rivulets down from his hair, and cheeks, finding home in the pool of water, below.

In a blur of speed, he had her back to the marble-tiled wall, and he ripped the front of her jeans in two. Caroline's gasp was muted by the pounding rain, and he slid his fingers up, in between her folds. Her cried surprise echoed throughout the clouded bathroom.

"I want you, Caroline," he finally spoke.

His forehead pressed against hers, water dripping from his parted lips, as he slowly worked her, below. Her body writhed, and he watched her eyes roll to the ceiling, before he moved his other hand down, to pull himself free from his jeans. A low groan escaped him, as his erection hardened even more. Holding himself, jeans dangling open on his hips, he melted his lips to hers; his body rising with fever.

Fucking, God...

"Klaus," she cried out. The wet, tight outline of her clothed breasts, arched against his chest.

He smiled into her lips, just before he placed himself under his probing hand, slipping it out, to push his length inside. With a groan, heat flushed through his senses, and Caroline's finger nails dug into the tattoos on his skin. His entire body shivered, and then he started to move inside her, her breath, matching his own. His hands fell to her hips, moving her with him, controlling it, deep, and deliberate, as he bit, and sucked her lip. With each movement, her walls clamped around him, and his teeth itched to slide down.

"Please, Klaus," she begged, trying to move against his hold, but he wouldn't let her. He wanted control, and each sliding throb, rippled his core into sensory havoc.

Mine.

Crimson dripped from the ends of Caroline's fingers, and the scent of his own blood under her nails triggered his vampire side to surface. She seemed too dizzy to care, and he scraped the tips of his teeth along her neck, as he let go of one hand to slide it down the front of the collar of her shirt.

Finding her breast, he squeezed it, and her warmth, exploded around him in waves. Her head fell back against the tiles, and Klaus took her fingers, and ran the blood down, across her swollen, exhausted lips. The veins darkened under her eyes, and then he shoved his hips up, releasing himself inside.

"Mm, Caroline," he muttered, just as somebody out in the hallway screamed.

SHIT…

He quickly put Caroline down, whipping the shower curtain open, and stepped out. Fear and panic plastered her features. "Oh, my God," Caroline whimpered, trying to cover herself with her soaked arm. "What are we going to do?"

Fixing himself, Klaus grabbed his discarded shirt off the floor, and hurled it into the waste basket, while slipping on his shoes. "Stay here," he said, pointing. "Don't leave, or answer the door. Just get dressed."

"Klaus…"

"It's fine," he said with a tight roll of his eye. "I'll take care of it. Stay here."

"What are you going to do?" he vaguely heard her say, but he was already out the door, and through the bedroom area, to the hall.

Strangely, everything was quiet. Not a soul lined the finely carpeted corridor, and the wolf part of him crawled under his skin. Something wasn't right. Stepping out, he shut the door, locking it, and headed over to the room where they had left the bodies. The occupied sign still hung from the handle, and he paused for a moment to listen, but there wasn't a sound.

Jiggling the handle, he broke the lock, pushing it open. The veins under his eyes darkened, as he stilled. Everything was in impeccable order, clean, and the bodies …were gone.

Moving in, he looked around. Nothing appeared to be touched, as if the room had been vacant all along. The made beds had clean linen, the curtains straight and ironed, even the remote controls were aligned in perfect arrangement by the TV. …then he saw it.

Steam rose from under the bathroom door, and he made his way to it, pressing it open. Smudged across the mirror, a single word was written.

CAROLINE.

Ice dropped through his body, and his eyes went wide. "Caroline…Oh, god…"

In a blur of speed, he all but crashed through the doorway back into their room. "Caroline! CAROLINE!" he called out, but he couldn't see her. Panic flushed over him, he started to pace, his hand to his head. He couldn't breathe. "Caroline!" He flipped up the oversize king bed, moved the curtains, and then yanked open the bathroom door, greeting Caroline as she jumped.

"Jesus, Klaus, you scared me. What's going on?"

"Oh, thank God," he said, dropping his hand, and rolling his head back.

"Are you okay? What… what happened?"

"Pack your bags," he said, stepping backward, and pointing to her luggage in the corner. He pulled out the drawers, and started throwing things into his suitcase.

"What's going on?"

"We're leaving. NOW."

It had to be Mikael. He tracked down his whereabouts, probably got tipped off from Katerina, and found about Caroline. It made sense, and now he was going to mess with him, and use her to try to get to him. Well, he wouldn't have it. Mikael could go to fucking hell.

"Why? Talk to me. I'm in this too you know."

Klaus turned to her with a snap. "Don't argue with me, Caroline. You will do as I say." Without waiting for her to respond, he grabbed her suitcase, and her arm, and pulled her, stumbling to the door.

Thanks for reading! I decided these two lovely people needed more to the overall plot then just teaching her to be a strong, dark vampire. I wanted to add an element of suspense and mystery as well. I hope you still like. ;)