Bonus two chapters in one day. I am taking a break tomorrow though. I need to work out some of the finer plot points in the next five chapters. We saw the entrance of an associate of Klaus's that is loosely based off Alexander Skaarsgard (another favorite vampire of mine). It won't concentrate on him though as this story is specifically geared towards Klaus and Caroline. This is a monumental turning point in the story.

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 7

The virginal brides file past his tomb

Strewn with time's dead flowers

Bereft in deathly bloom

Alone in a darkened room

The Count

-Bela Legosi's Dead

Her sense of foreboding was not relieved at all as they followed Klaus into a very formal dining room. As with the rest of his mansion it was tastefully and beautifully decorated. The long table, inlaid with dark wood spanned almost the entire length of the room. Beautiful crystal candle holders decorated the center of the table. A glass and crystal chandelier hung in the middle of the room. The room was painted in a soft muted gold and had delicate trees in a slightly darker gold cascading up the walls. A large cabinet at the end housed beautiful bar and dinner glasses as well as an entire set of china. It reminded Caroline of Gone with the Wind and what she imagined Scarlett O'Hara's dining room must have looked like before the war. The table was set in a formal setting with crystal goblets and fine china. Klaus's dream scenario 1, three people forced to share a meal and pleasant conversation with him; a literal captive audience, she thought to herself. As the table was quite long, all four place settings were located at the far end with Klaus settling into the head of the table. He motioned to his left to Caroline and to his right to Hayley and Sebastian.

The servants, an older woman with a tightly secured bun and a younger man with a large protruding forehead entered and served wine to all of them. Klaus' raised his goblet to make a toast. "Were't the last drop in the well, as I gasped upon the brink, Ere my fainting spirit fell, 'Tis to thee that I would drink." Caroline was polite although the entire display was fairly strange and she raised her glass and took a small sip of the wine. The evening dragged on, with Klaus recounting tales of his life and Sebastian returning tales of his. Sebastian was quite amused with himself as was Klaus, causing both Hayley and Caroline to roll their eyes when they weren't looking. Dinner was amazing though, they were served rack of lamb with various sides of differently prepared vegetables. It was quite decadent. After the servants had served and cleared dessert which was simple, strawberries and homemade whipped cream, Klaus suggested that they adjourn to the music room. It was through a door and down a short hallway.

They crossed a threshold into one of the most beautiful rooms Caroline had ever seen. White sofas were stationed on either side of a solid white baby grand piano. Marble statues were positioned all around the room at each window. The windows had flowing gold coverings. In between the windows was placed a wrought iron candle stand, although there were three large crystal chandeliers suspended from the ceiling equal distance the entire length of the room. A large marble fireplace stood at one end with a large painting above it that suspiciously echoed a painting she had seen by Monet. She imagined that there was a great possibility that it was real. The glass doors on the opposite side were opened and one could see a lavish garden just beyond them lit by a tremendous fountain. The furnishings were all very modern and from the looks of it, very expensive. The sofas each had what would turn out to mink coverings thrown across them in a very purposeful way.

As they sat and were served cordials by the servants; Klaus sat at the piano. As he started to play, Caroline was drawn into the music that was flowing from the baby grand. His technique was extraordinary; at least it appeared that way to Caroline until she recognized the piece that he was so effortlessly playing. It was Beethoven's Funeral March Piano Sonata. The only reason that she even recognized it was because her father was obsessed with Beethoven when she was growing up and she had heard it more times than she cared to. She swallowed hard wondering if there was any significance to the music choice. He continued through the piece as if he was Beethoven himself. It was really quite chilling.

When he rose, he bowed slightly. It was polite to clap and everyone did. As he took a seat beside Caroline, a smirk came across his face. "Caroline, you have an interest in music, do you not?" He stared at her unrelenting. She looked at him and shrugged in a non-committal way, then looked quickly away.

"No I could never play like that." She smiled nervously.

"No not the piano, but you sing don't you love?" Her face went white as she politely shook her head no. Klaus was very amused with himself. "What was it?" He paused. Caroline stared at the ceiling, her cheeks turning red. "Ah it was Brahm's Lullaby wasn't it?" He leveled his stare directly at her and lost the smile from his face. She turned to look at him; the flush of anger cascading across her face as she realized he heard her. Still she maintained her composure. She smiled politely trying to brush it off in hopes that he would let it go. "Caroline love, why don't you sing for us?" Her hesitation was evident. She sat there a moment longer, before he broke the tension and said "Caroline…sing for us." It was no longer a request. She threw a glare his way as she stood; the flush of embarrassment spreading across her face simultaneously revitalizing his lust.

She stood and walked to the back of the piano and shifted back and forth a few times wringing her hands. Her eyes dropped and as she raised them she started singing. His chin dropped slightly as his eyes burned into her. When she had finished singing, relieved that the humiliation was over for now, she immediately turned to sit back down on the sofa beside Klaus. They all clapped for her, not that it was any consolation.

As they finished their cocktails, Klaus turned to Sebastian and told him that he was welcome to enjoy Hayley for the rest of the evening if he cared to. Sebastian smiled and nodded. "Fine, let me show you to Hayley's room." Hayley looked distraught at this news. She was not as good at maintaining her composure as Caroline. She was shaking visibly. Caroline smiled trying to comfort her. Caroline herself was slightly terrified at the turn of events. Klaus guided Caroline up the stairs and down the hall to Hayley's room where they bid Sebastian and Hayley goodnight. Caroline's eyes dropped as Klaus once again gripped her elbow and led her through the hallways and up to the third floor.

She had caught his mire tonight; the anger seething from him as he steered her into his room. Refusing to cry, she was dying inside knowing that it was not going to be a good night. He pushed her through the door causing her to fly forward. She managed to catch herself before falling on the ground. "Remove your clothes!" He shouted at her. She pleaded with her bright blue eyes before unzipping the back of her dress and pulling the dress over her small and quaking frame. She looked back at him on the verge of rebellion when her mind flashed back to the last time she had done that, instead she withdrew into her mind slightly. "Wait here." He turned and walked out of the room.

A few minutes later he returned with a glass of alcohol which he downed in about three gulps. He then crossed the room and picked up the restraints which he used to tether her hands to each side of the bed. She was standing there, her stomach turning and terrified of the monster that stood before her. He grabbed a long thin and round piece of wood and glowered at her.

"What am I being punished for?" she practically yelled at the irate man in front of her.

He stopped for a moment. "Punished love? This is not a punishment. This is for my amusement." He lowered his gaze and laughed to himself as he brought the cane down across her exposed thighs. The pain at contact was so intense that it made her scream out. It was sharp and concentrated in one spot. He brought the cane down again with exacting force across the stripe that was already there. She cried out again and again as the implement sliced through the air and made contact with her skin. Pain rippled through her body but wouldn't seem to dissipate. She was starting to feel dizzy from the pain and somehow it seemed to lessen even though he seemed to be increasing the amount of force. At one point, she looked down at her thighs and they were bleeding. The red stripes criss-crossing each other in a haphazard pattern; her skin looked lumpy and deformed. He threw the cane to the side and released her hands. She fell to the floor in a heap. With long strides he crossed the room from her; his gaze concentrated on the lovely blonde. "Come here Caroline. I want you to crawl to me. Because that is what blood slaves do. They crawl." His words were callous and his voice venomous. When she didn't respond, he walked over and pulled her up by the hair to stare into his now amber eyes. "CRAWL."

Throwing her down to the floor; he crossed the room once again. Caroline was beside herself. She pulled herself up and pushed herself forward with all the will she could muster. Her head fell forward as she shuffled her legs along the carpet slowly and painfully. When she reached his feet, she reeled back and looked at him. Half of her was glaring; the other half begging for mercy or death. "Kiss my feet Caroline" He said delighted at her internal torment. She went to kiss his feet and he moved out of the way, forcing her into a game of cat and mouse. Only the mouse in this case was a treacherous evil sadist who was delighting in her demise.

Growing bored with that game, he picked her up by the shoulders and threw her towards the bed. He landed on her with the full weight of his body, grabbing a fist full of hair on each side of her face; he forced her into a deep and violent kiss. His blood lust was rising to the point where his fangs were protruding from his gums. He growled in her ear as he nuzzled his head into her neck and then jerked his head away.

He rolled her over and pulled her further into the center of the bed. The pain of her thighs against the bedspread was causing her tear up, although she refused to cry or even move. He kneeled between her legs, observing her and used his hands to part her cheeks. She was too far gone to even feel the humiliation she normally would have felt. She felt the bed shift as he leaned over to get something from the nightstand. She closed her eyes upon feeling something cold rubbing her other entrance. She squeezed her eyes shut as he manipulated his fingers in and out of her. She felt the first stab of pain as he violated her. She didn't cry out, she just lay there unable to move, unable to speak. At one point he laid down on top of her to continue his assault. Throughout the night she could vaguely recall him attacking her again and again. She thought to herself that she was going to die and felt relieved at the prospect. She was ready.

Her entire body ached when her eyes flickered open the next morning. Her muscles were atrophied and her body felt like a lead weight. She was sore and she could hardly move. Disappointed that she was awake; she dragged herself from the bed and went to the bathroom. Blood was smeared all over neck and legs. Looking into the mirror; she didn't even recognize herself. Her eyes were vacant and her hair was tangled beyond comprehension. At some point during the assault, she passed out, although she could recall images throughout the night, she was mostly out of it.

She leaned forward slowly towards the running water and cupped her hands under it to splash water on her face. How much longer could this go on? Why didn't he just kill her? As she was patting her face with the towel when she heard a light knock on the door. Sarah.

Caroline opened the door quickly; a look of rage spread across her face as she stared her down. Surprised Sarah took a step back; partly out of fear. Caroline passed in front of her, glaring the entire way, not waiting for Sarah to lead the way. She slowly made her way down the staircase and to her bedroom; closing the door in Sarah's face before she could even say anything. For a moment, Caroline panicked as she remembered Hayley. OMG Hayley. She ran to the door on the opposite wall and knocked. She was relieved when she heard a quiet voice mutter something. Caroline didn't wait, she threw open the door and ran into Hayley's room. Hayley was hidden under layers of sheets and blankets.

"Hayley, are you okay? Hayley had been crying all morning. Caroline stroked her hair. She hadn't washed her blood stained face and she could see the pattern her tears had left in the crusted blood. Hayley was not in much better shape. Her body was bruised and beaten. Caroline sucked her breath in and whispered to Hayley that it would be okay. One way or another, it would be okay. She thought sadly as she stared down at Hayley. Neither of them ate that day, nor read. The air was thick and depression about their hopeless circumstances had begun to set in for both of them.

By dinner, they were hungry and they ate together in Hayley's room; Caroline because she knew already how Klaus felt about his slaves not eating and Hayley because Caroline made her eat so she wouldn't get in trouble. Caroline was desperately trying to come up with a plan; something or anything to get them both out of this. There was just nothing. The only possibility was for Klaus to kill them, which at this point seemed to be the best option.

It was several days before Sarah came in with news that Klaus would be visiting. Caroline showed no emotion about it. She felt dead inside. The fact that he was coming neither caused fear, nor relief. So he was coming. Who cares? The bitterness welled up in her throat like a stone. She swallowed hard before she excused herself from Hayley's room, hugging Hayley as she left.

Klaus walked through the door straight-faced that evening. No smile graced his face and he regarded Caroline with a slight indifference. He had conquered his fascination with her and reduced her to nothing more than a blood slave. He felt released of the burden of looking forward to her fights and passive aggressive quips. She approached him flatly and said her greeting. Her eyes were dead and she looked devoid of any feeling. He lowered his eyes and let them roam over her, searching for any sign of resolve. There was none. He sat in the chair and motioned to her with his eyes to sit at his feet. She lowered herself to the floor. "Caroline. How are you love?"

"How am I? I fucking hate you...that's how I am Master." She seethed at him through clenched teeth. Ah there was the resolve that he was looking for.

"Caroline mind your tone with me, lest I give you something to really hate me for love." He didn't flinch. It was just fact. She may hate him but she would mind her manners in his presence.

While her tone softened slightly, her glare did not. At one point her defiance started to infuriate him so he leaned forward and slapped her across the face hard, more for her benefit than his. It was a momentary set-back. Something was familiar to him though; he recognized that anger and rage. He had seen it in his own mirror.

They traded semi-pleasant conversation the rest of the evening. Her cold and calculated responses a far cry from what he expected though. He had imagined that he had broken her; however it seemed that it had had quite the opposite effect. He was curious to see if Hayley responded in the same way. From his understanding, Sebastian was very hard on her so he wouldn't be visiting her tonight and honestly he didn't care to. Hayley did not hold an interest for him other than a toy.

He stayed through the night, reinforcing the fact that Caroline belonged to him and that he could do whatever he wanted to her and there wasn't a single thing she could do about it.

The next day came and went with only the occasional interruption from Sarah delivering food. They were both in Hayley's room when she came in and announced that they would both be seeing Klaus that evening together. Caroline's heart sank a little remembering the poor girl from the last time. Hayley picked up on the look, "What Caroline?" Caroline closed her eyes as she shook her head and forced herself to smile at the girl.

That evening as they drudged up the stairs to the third floor, Caroline was feeling nothing. It was bound to be horrible so she might as well get it over with. She was secretly praying, no begging God that she was the girl that would die tonight.

Klaus swept into the room like the Lord of the Manor, grinning and holding his hands out. "Ladies. Welcome." He seemed to be in a really good mood…for Klaus...which would probably prove terribly dreadful for them.

Caroline rolled her eyes, accidentally within his view and nodded "Master." Hayley responded the same way without the eye roll. Klaus looked at Caroline directly in the eyes, his blue eyes burning a hole through her, "We'll discuss that later love. For now you can have a seat in the chair." His obscure smile a passive aggressive reminder of the brutal monster that he actually was. Caroline obediently crossed the short distance to the chair and sat down. "Hayley please have a seat on the bed and wait for me." He walked to the closest wardrobe and removed leather restraints that were connected to a long chain. Caroline sucked in her breath and placed a hand on each arm. He nodded at her as he placed the restraints on her wrists and attached them to either side of the chair. Leaning down, his eyes clouded with contempt. "Love don't close your eyes. You remember the rules yes?" She glowered at him and nodded.

He took a number of implements out of the wardrobe and laid them in front of Hayley. She was trembling. Caroline stared at the floor silently moving her feet below her; being unable to bear looking at Hayley. He had attached each arm to either side of the bed; forcing her almost to her tiptoes. Her arms were stretched upwards and pulled until they were completely straight. Caroline could hear the sobs starting to escape from her lips as he started to beat her. "Caroline are you watching?" She forced her eyes towards him, refusing to cry but inside dying for Hayley. She wished she could hug her. He continued to lay into her for another 45 minutes before she finally buckled at the knees. Her screams turning into moans of pain.

Finally, he undid the restraints and threw her on the bed. Thinking it was over Caroline started to relax. That was when he turned and stared at her, a demonic smirk spreading across his otherwise beautiful face. She sank back in the chair, choking down her breath as he turned on Hayley and began to attack her. At one point his body raised up and she could see a change in him as he collapsed back on her. When he came up again, he was covered in her blood; throwing his head back and growling. He was no longer a man, if he ever was, he was an animal and a vicious animal at that.

He turned on Caroline; his face still contorted into some kind of wild beast with his fangs still extended. He unlocked the chains. She screamed at him and somehow managed to slap him in the process. Caught off guard by that, he threw his head back and roared with laughter. Growling, he yanked her towards him and kissed her hard, the blood lust pumping through every pore of his body. She could taste the blood on his mouth, Hayley's blood. She felt her stomach start to convulse; she then started pounding her fists on his chest and screaming at the top of her lungs, alternating between "I hate you. Fuck you. I hate you." And "Hayley I'm sorry." Grabbing Caroline by the hair; he dragged her towards the door. She was still lunging at him, which seemed to make no impression on him whatsoever, when the guard showed up and Klaus pushed her out of the room. "Come back as soon as you are done. We have a situation to clean up." That statement sent Caroline into further rage. "You evil bastard. I fucking hate you. I'll fucking kill you. I swear I'll kill you." While her fists made no impression on Klaus, the guard was certainly having a difficult time holding on to her. Klaus slammed the door. The guard finally managed to pick her up and carry her to her room. She screamed at Klaus the entire way down the hall; not shedding a single tear until the door was slammed shut, then the tears poured down her cheeks like a waterfall. She heard the door click and ran to the door trying to open it but it was locked. She then ran to Hayley's door which was locked as well.

She thought of Hayley. She was her only salvation here and he had taken that away too. The vengeance was spreading through her body like thick black tar. All she wanted was to kill him, not caring if she died in the process, as long as he was dead.

True to form, Klaus did not show up the next day. Caroline refused to speak or leave her room. She did eat, knowing he would go raving mad if she didn't. She didn't care; she just had no desire to see him; not that she ever did. She sat at the window the entire day staring out into the cold wintery world. It was mid-November by now. The window pane was clouded with frost. Although there was no snow, the trees were bare and the grass was dying and the sky was a cold grey.

The same thing happened the next day and the next. Her hope, like the flowers in spring, was gone with the dead of winter. It was nearly a week later from the day Hayley was murdered that Sarah came in to tell her Klaus would be by. Caroline just stared out the window. Let him come. She wondered if she could break the glass and stick the shard through the artery in his neck; just as he had done to Hayley. Rage filled her once again. She knew that he wouldn't kill her, she didn't understand why though. It seemed to be some crazy control thing with him. She pondered that for a moment and wondered if she didn't want to die, if that would have the opposite effect. Maybe that was the key to ending her misery. She would test that theory later.