Unfortunately this story is going to stay dark and get even darker. This is a side of Klaus that I wanted to explore and I have the story already sketched out so while I'm open to suggestions on the characters and reactions, the story itself will stay on trend.

Caroline will not always stay so compliant. However, she is scared and he is a monster. But you will see her develop some more independent traits which will actually lead Klaus to his decision in Chapter 12.

With regard to her using the sketch pad that Klaus drew in. It was actually intended for her so he wouldn't have gotten mad. He likes his girls to have an interest in art. One of the key characteristics I've always gotten from Klaus is that he likes polite dinner conversation. In this way, he is just controlling the subject of those conversations so it is something he enjoys.

I do not own the Vampire Diaries or Originals Characters. I own the story. ****Note: This story contains themes of an adult nature, including and not limited to rape, murder, kidnapping, domination, submission and more. If you are uncomfortable with themes of this nature, please do not read. This story may cause triggers*****

Chapter 4

Listen as the wind blows
from across the great divide,
Voices trapped in yearning,
memories trapped in time,
The night is my companion
and solitude my guide,
Would I spend forever here
and not be satisfied?

-Sarah McLachlan

Caroline awoke the next morning with a new sense of power. Of course it was all in her head and she knew that but she felt better and that was the only thing that mattered. She noticed a set of stationary on the little table that was not there before. Rolling her eyes, she walked towards the table. What is it with this? Letters really? Oh she would write him. She would write him and tell him what a terrible person he was.

She sat there fuming. Sarah walked in with a breakfast tray. Caroline noticed the sad look on her face when she saw the stationary. Caroline returned her look with confused eyes. "What?" Sarah shook her head and then walked out of the room. Okay. That can't be good. Why would she have such a sad reaction to stationary? She had a pit in the bottom of her stomach that told her that this was a thing with Klaus, probably right before he killed someone. Caroline choked back the tears. Good. She hoped he did kill her. It would be better than staying here and serving him for the rest of her life. Sarah didn't even tell her that she would be back to get her, she guessed it was because her "duty" was to write Klaus today.

Klaus:

I don't really know how to begin. I think you are a monster. How you could think I would want to write you a letter at all is beyond me. But yes, it doesn't matter what I want; only what you want so here I sit. I can think of no less pleasant way to spend my time. I'd love to know what happened to you to make you such an uncaring and treacherous monster. How sad it is that you can only feel fulfilled by dominating and hurting people.

I'd rather die than spend the rest of my life with you. Any fate, I'm sure, would be better than this one.

Yours by force,

Caroline

She folded up the sheet of paper, placed it in an envelope and addressed it to him. There. That was done. Now on to more pleasant tasks; she stood and walked away from the table. She knew that the letter would cause some reaction to him as it isn't what he would be expecting, or maybe it was what he was expecting. In either case, she didn't care. He said he wouldn't punish her. No sense in lying.

When Sarah came in at lunch, she inquired about the letter as she sat the tray down. "Is this ready?" she inquired.

Caroline turned to look at her and simply responded "yes". She retrieved the letter and promptly left.

Klaus

Sarah walked into his office. She hated this floor. Klaus was kind of terrifying, even though she knew that nothing would happen to her. He was extremely cruel and she had heard rumors on the grounds about the horrible things he had done to people. She was under a non-disclosure and threat of death to never repeat it, however it still terrified her.

He was sitting at his desk. He looked up and regarded her pleasantly as she extended her arm to hand him the letter. His eyes lit up. So soon? That was much faster than most of his girls accomplished this task. He relished the letters. Usually they would drabble on about how someone loved them and beg for their release. It was fun for him though to allow them to spill their conscious and anger at him. The letters lent a certain amount of irony and foreshadowing to the end result for him.

He grabbed the silver letter opener out of the drawer of his desk and sliced through the paper at the top. He was excited at the prospect of reading her letter. One of his personal maids came into the office to clean up. He looked at her directly. "Leave." She quickly turned and walked out of the room without a word.

As he took the single page from the envelope, disappointed that it wasn't longer, he began to get hard at the prospect of her words. As read he read the letter though it caused a different reaction. His surprise at her words made him roar with laughter. The servants on the third floor looked at each other. They had never heard him laugh like that. She wasn't weak in spirit. She may be shy and embarrassed but she just insulted the most powerful creature in the world. He laughed to himself for another five minutes as he reread the words on the paper. He thought to himself, we will see, dear Caroline, if we can come up with a fate that is worse. It is true he wouldn't punish her. He gave his word and he found that keeping his word was powerful over the centuries, whether it was threats or otherwise. He always followed through.

During the day, he found himself walking down her hallway several times and listening at her door. Several times, he could hear her talking to herself. He was determined to find out what made this girl, this human girl tick. He would break her and in the end she would beg him to end her.

He stopped Sarah in the hall and instructed her to bring Caroline to his room that night. He required her company. He also instructed her to gather his letter as was normal procedure.

It was about 5 when Sarah walked through the door. She looked at Caroline who was busy reading and told her that she would be going to see Klaus that evening. Caroline stilled herself and responded that she would be ready. She refused to die weak. She was sure Klaus would kill her tonight or at the least break his word and punish her.

She got up and went to the bathroom to get ready. Sarah would be back shortly and true to her word, Sarah returned promptly at 7 to collect Caroline and deliver her to Klaus. On the way out, she picked up the letter from Klaus. Caroline saw it but did not say anything. They walked down the hall and then up to the third floor.

Usually Klaus liked to make an entrance; however, tonight he was waiting for her. He wanted to see her face when she entered the chamber and saw him standing there. He heard Sarah and Caroline coming up the stairs. He smiled to himself as he anticipated the knock on the door. A few seconds later and the knock came.

"Come"

The door opened slowly and Caroline stepped through nervously. She did not disappoint. He could tell she was second guessing her words to him and that she was very nervous.

"Caroline love, join me here." He motioned to the red velvet couch in the corner of the large bedroom. Caroline sat down, wringing her hands while she looked at him.

"Are you afraid love?" She shook her head no. Klaus raised an eyebrow. "Oh I think you are. What did you think would happen if I read that letter?"

"You you said you wouldn't punish me." She looked at him half afraid but seething on the inside.

"Oh I'm not going to punish you." He paused and smiled at her. It was the kind of smile that sent shivers down her spine. The emphasis on 'you' was noticeable. She looked away from him, the air was so thick with tension; one could almost slice a knife through it.

She sat down on the couch beside him. Inside, he was feeling almost giddy. It had been a long time since he had felt this kind of thrill. It was exhilarating. He wished to continue his game. "Wait here Caroline."

She watched as he left the room, sure he was going to find some terrible thing to use on her. Honestly, she didn't even care anymore. She would never let him break her. She'd come close. However, there was one thing about the Forbes family, they were fighters. Her mom was a sheriff! He may hurt her, beat her, torture her, rape her…she sucked her breath in that that thought…but he would never own her mind.

When he entered the room again, he had a young brunette girl with him, it was difficult to see her face as her hair was falling in front of her face. She was frightfully thin. She was sobbing softly. Caroline could feel the fear raising in her throat as he drug the girl besides him by her elbow. OMG. What…what is he going to do? Klaus threw the girl over the edge of the bed and with a sarcastic grin looked back at Caroline and raised his eyebrow.

Before she knew what hit her, she got off the sofa and ran at him. "Please Klaus. Please don't do anything to her. Punish me. I'm the one that wrote the letter." She didn't know the girl but she didn't want someone to get punished because of her. She was much younger. She only looked to be about sixteen years old.

Klaus whipped around before she had a chance to approach him and grabbed Caroline by the neck causing her to cough from the force. "Klaus please." She was begging. He let go of the sobbing teenager on the bed and turned on Caroline studying her. Very interesting. He thought for a moment before he spoke. "Do I need to restrain you love?"

"Klaus please." She coughed out as he released her throat. Caroline was desperate to save this girl. He found it very interesting that she would try to save someone she didn't even know.

"And what would you give Caroline" looking back at the girl "to save her from punishment? Would you give me anything I wanted?" He narrowed his eyes and waited patiently for his reply.

Caroline knew exactly what he was asking. She backed away. Klaus raised an eyebrow at this movement. Her heart fell. She began shaking her head. "No Klaus. Please."

The girl was still slumped over the bed when Klaus moved towards Caroline. "What would you give Caroline?" His voice was harsh and demanding. Caroline couldn't speak; she was just shaking her head no. Although Klaus was entertained by this latest display, he was growing bored. He grabbed Caroline by the elbow, stopped at a wardrobe and removed some restraints. He guided her by the elbow to a chair. He then forced her down and grabbed her wrists and restrained them to the chair. Caroline was sobbing by this time. Klaus leaned down and looked her in the eyes. "Caroline. You are going to sit here. You will keep your eyes open the entire time. If you do not, I will do as I please and it will not be enjoyable. Do you understand?"

"Please Klaus." Her face was covered in tears. She was on the verge of hyperventilating.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" He raised his voice and leaned in to her. He was losing his patience and that was never a good thing for anyone.

She nodded her head and managed to squeak out "Yes Master." She wanted to look away. She wanted to kill Klaus. She was suspended somewhere between extreme anger and fear. That poor girl. She watched as crossed the room to another wardrobe and grabbed a whip. He grabbed the girl and attached her hands to ring at the top of the bed using similar restraints. She was twisting beneath them and screaming; begging for her life. It was a surreal scene. At some point Caroline stopped crying. There was nothing she could do. Klaus started whipping the girl. There were long red marks that resembled scratches forming all over her back and ass, some of them were bleeding. For awhile with every contact, the girl would cry out. After awhile she buckled at the knees and went limp against the restraints. He eventually stopped and picked up the girl. He carried her to the bed and restrained her again.

He turned towards Caroline. His eyes were no longer blue, they had changed to amber and were completely focused on the blue eyed blonde on the other side of the room. The lust in his eyes was apparent. He walked quickly across the room, released Caroline and then grabbed her by the arms to make her stand. "Stand up Caroline." She didn't respond. She was catatonic. He walked her to the door, pressed the intercom and told whoever was on the other end to come to his room. It was less than a minute when someone knocked on the door. He grabbed Caroline and pushed her through the opened door. He told the muscular guy outside to take Caroline to her room.

As the door shut, Caroline looked back and swallowed hard. She was terrified for the girl. She slowly turned back around and just watched the floor the entire way down the stairs and to her room. She crawled into bed a few minutes later and started quietly crying. Had she just caused someone to get killed? She didn't even want to know the answer. The guilt enveloped her. She would kill him someday and she would enjoy it. Or he would kill her. Either way, this would end eventually.

As she started to wake up the next morning, she remembered the girl. She shook her head and brought her fingers to her temples, squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to block the image out of her mind.

Sarah walked in with breakfast. "Are you awake?" Sarah knew she was but wanted to be polite. "There's nothing to do today. Klaus said you may need the day to yourself. He did say he would be by to see you tonight though."

Caroline was silent. Sarah walked out of the room. She drug herself out of bed and walked towards the food. Klaus said you may need the day. She said to herself mockingly shaking her head. Uggggh! She hated his name. She hated everything about him. She had never hated anyone so much, but then she had never known anyone as evil as him either.

She ate her breakfast and took a shower. At least she had the day to herself. She picked up one of the new books and began reading it. It was called Leonardo's Brain and it was by Leonard Schlain. It was about DaVinci. She read a bit of that and then read some more of Wuthering Heights. She did love to read. It was a great distraction. She'd never read quite this much in her life, however, there was really nothing else for her to do besides sketch. Mrs. Erdman wanted her to bring a sketch to the next meeting on Sunday. She put down Wuthering Heights when Sarah brought her lunch. She decided after lunch she would finish the sketch she started of the grounds. It wasn't Da Vinci, but she thought it was fairly good. Time passed slowly today. She decided she should get in the shower now as it was getting later and she hadn't yet had the energy to do that. She had put off thinking about the girl all day. She didn't even know her name.

Once she was done in the shower, she sat on her bed blankly staring off into space. She wished she could talk to her mother. Her lower lip jutted out as she welled up. No. I'm not going to cry. Shaking it off, she stared off into the distance wondering what horrible things Klaus had lined up for tonight. Dinner came and went; still no Klaus.

It was nearly 9pm before the door handle turned. Klaus walked in, hands clasped behind back. He used his foot to close the door. He waited there. Oh. She said to herself. She jumped off the bed and walked towards him slowly, "Good evening Master." He smirked at her as usual and pulled her towards him, his lips crashing into hers with definite intention.

He crossed the floor to the chair. "So tell me Caroline, what did you think about our evening?" He smiled broadly expecting a hail storm of anger.

While she did glare at him, she didn't respond with anger. She decided instead to go with sarcasm. "Why, what did you want me to think, Master?" She added the Master with a just a hint of passive aggression.

He raised his eyebrows as she said it. This girl was fascinating to him. He'd never had anyone try to stand up to him like she attempted to. Admittedly, when he first brought her home, he thought she would just be another run of the mill girl. Either weepy and desperate or absolutely boring, there were on occasion girls that embraced his proclivities but that was boring too after awhile. Who wanted to beat someone that wanted it? He sighed as he studied her.

"So Caroline, tell me about what you are studying." He decided to switch to pleasant conversation. He rather enjoyed pleasant conversation.

"I'm still reading Wuthering Heights and I started to read Leoardo's Brain Master." She wasn't in the mood for polite conversation. She was determined to keep it short and simple tonight.

He studied her carefully for a minute trying to decide where her mind was. "Well Caroline we can either discuss what you are studying, or we can move on to more pleasurable things." He said it flatly with no fluctuation in his voice whatsoever, all the while weighing his facial expressions.

She recovered quickly and said "Fine. I'm on Chapter 3 of Wuthering Heights. I think the entire plot is a little dark, weighing love against money. I'm not really far enough into DaVinci's Brain, but I've always loved DaVinci's art. M.C. Escher, Da Vinci, Van Gogh and Dali are my favorite artists. Although Starry Night is my favorite painting; overall, I prefer M.C. Escher's body of work…Master"

His eyes perked up at her interest in surreal artists. He loved all the artists she had named. He had met them all, with the exception of Leonardo Da Vinci, personally. He smiled at her. "What is your favorite M.C. Escher?"

"Well I like them all but my favorite is 'Relativity' followed closely by "Convex and Concave'. I just liked that he was so calculated about his art. And he could use art to make people see whatever he wanted them to see."

"Yes I share that ability with him. You know Caroline, art is all about control. It is what I fancy about it. Every choice is mine."

"Do you paint? I know you draw. I saw in the sketchbook."

"I've been known occasionally to pick up a paintbrush. Yes."

"What happened to the girl from last night?" Caroline blurted out. "Did you kill her?"

He sat there for a moment holding back the amusement. "Do you really want to know the answer to that question Caroline?"

She shook her head no and dropped her head. She swallowed back the lump in her throat. It was true. He had killed her and it was her fault.

They spent the next two hours discussing art and then Klaus rose and left. He was confusing to her. One minute he was an evil, blood thirsty killer and the next it was like he was this refined gentleman from England who liked discussing art and literature. It was infuriating. She thought to herself he was a little of both, which is precisely what made him so dangerous. She wondered if there was any part of him that was human anymore. If he ever felt bad for the things he did to people. She couldn't imagine he did. He was enveloped in rage when he was in that state and he was always so controlled, even when he was angry you could see a measure of control in it. He did what he did for effect, not for loss of control.