Thanks for the reviews and suggestions. Some of them, I can't say which are already part of the outline :) I'd hate to ruin the ending though, especially when there are only five chapters to go, well four now. Like a freak I designed the entire floor plan for the house today. The site won't let me post links though. :(

As far as Klaus's motivation when it comes to Caroline; he doesn't care. He can be hard when he wants, soft when he wants, but it's all about what he wants. His instincts are based on control. He cares that she is a distraction. In some way, he is drawn to her and that's a weakness to him. And while it is enough to keep him entertained, for awhile, eventually he will grow bored with the effect on him. The closest example I can think of is a stalker, that is obsessed and then kills either for the passion or to get rid of the cause for distraction. It's not in the way of love though. This story is all about the control and dominance. He may have enjoyed the humiliation but he is also all about polite dinner conversation. I think he would humiliate her further but it would have to be about him, in my eyes it wouldn't be with other people. He didn't give her away because of his possessiveness of her. He didn't feel possessive of Hayley. He recognizes that, that's why he keeps her alive. The control over her is like a drug to him. He likes to build her up and then tear her down. Even the letters are a measure of control. He likes to reread the letters that he sends to his victims. Don't get lulled into a false sense of security :) You'll see more of a back story in Chapter 8.

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 8

When Klaus entered Caroline's bedroom, he noticed the disarray of the room. Blankets were strewn and pillows lie on the floor. Caroline didn't stand up when he entered the room. He watched her with morbid fascination wondering what she would do. Their last meeting had been somewhat traumatic. Anger and aggression were the least of the adjectives he would use to describe what he did to Hayley. Admittedly, he did it to force Caroline's hand; to humiliate her for being so present in his brain. His desire to dominate her was unlike anything he had felt in 800 years.

Looking up, her blue eyes lacking the sparkle they once held. "Caroline, love, come greet me." She started to turn away, her eyes drifting towards Hayley's door. After a minute she stood and walked towards him stopping a few inches short of his reach. With a hoarse and quiet whisper she managed, "Good evening Master."

He surmised that she was grieving by the state of the room, which was exactly what he feared when he noticed they were getting close. However, now that situation had been dispatched; there was nothing else to think about besides him. He wasn't a jealous man, but he was possessive of what was his. And Caroline was his for however long he desired her to be.

Contrary to prior events, he did not invade her space, he simply turned and walked towards the chair in the corner of the room where he sat down. He silently watched her cross the room to sit at his feet. Taking an envelope out of his jacket, he reached his arm towards her for her to receive it. "You can read that later love and respond."

She looked up at him, very calculating, trying to cover her lackadaisical state of mind. "Are you going to kill me Master?" Her affect displayed no anger, no aggression or passive aggression. It was simply a question and it moved him for a moment while he studied her. Was he going to kill her?

That single question burned in his mind. That seems to be the question. "I'd hate to speculate love." He leaned forward, putting his forearms on his knees while looking down at her expressionless face.

She gathered her strength; forcing a tear. "I don't want to die." The statement caught him by surprise. He was pretty sure prior to this that she did want to die. What an interesting turn of events. Suddenly his interest was piqued once again. The metamorphosis of Caroline was indeed intriguing to him. It was unclear if it was an inability to control emotions due to the aggression against her or perhaps something much darker, a manipulation brought forth to force his hand. He was unsure though and decided to consider the matter later. He much preferred to talk about more polite subjects.

"Have you read Caroline?"

"No Master."

"Why haven't you been doing your reading? I understand that you did not go see Mrs. Erdman either. You understand love that the schedule is non-negotiable here, yes? While I understand you mourning the loss of your friend, I will only allow this behavior to continue for so long."

"I understand Master. Why did you kill her Master?"

Raising an eyebrow, his voice became somewhat hard. "Well love, I did what I did because I wanted to. It is nothing more than that. I always do what I want. It is very simple. For you Caroline this is a traumatic event. For me, however, it is simply a way of life."

That was the most she would ever find out about Nikklaus Mikealson while she was alive. In fact, the confession shocked her. It was very simple for him. Killing was a way of life. She was nothing more than a passing obsession.

As he left that evening; he considered the girl. Her complexity was intoxicating to him; her responses a mystery and her submission sublime. He was drunk with power when she was present. Still there was only one ending to this story, whether he killed her or exiled her to one of the houses, at some point she would be non-existent to him. He didn't have an idea as to when that would be. Right now, he was enjoying the transformation.

He sighed as he made his way back to his bed chamber and sat down on one of the couches near the fireplace, contemplating the last time he had been so obsessed with tormenting a girl. There really was only one. Tatia. He first met her in England when he first became a vampire. She filled his thoughts every waking hour. He wanted to possess her. It was the closest he ever came to love in his long life. She was beautiful, much like Caroline. Long flowing blonde hair and blue eyes; she was fearless and independent. So independent that she decided to take another lover. Klaus had discovered it on his way to propose; funny how things turn out. Klaus's rage was unstoppable. He was not a man to be trifled with after all. Alpha male did not begin to describe him, then or now. He was beyond that. He was fierce. In his rage, he killed her, along with everyone in her family. It was then that he turned off his humanity switch. Although after a few centuries, he came to the conclusion that turning off his humanity had indicated a lack of control. And control was what it was all about. He wanted to drench himself in every human emotion; fear, love, passion, anger, turmoil. He wanted to feel the rush of adrenaline when someone's heart was about to give out because they were so enveloped by fear at the sight of him.

In a way, Tatia was to blame for Caroline. It was then that he started torturing women mostly, he wasn't opposed to the occasional man. Sexually he preferred women. At first, it was one or two a year. In the modern world though, it was so much easier. Money could buy everything, even sadistic fantasies. There was no end to the supply of fresh blood in and out of his house and how glorious it was.

He would kill Caroline he was pretty sure. Perhaps it would be during one of his little games that he so enjoyed playing with her or perhaps he would make it ritualistic. Either way, Caroline would die. As long as her heart beat, she would be a constant distraction to him; one that he did not care to have for the rest of his life. For now though, it was a pleasant diversion.

Caroline

Caroline had weighed Klaus's responses heavily that evening, trying to judge if wanting to live was the way to escape, dead or alive. She looked down at the letter still in her hands. Her hands trembled slightly as she knew the subject would concern Hayley.

Dearest Caroline:

I'm sorry for your friend. I'm sure it is difficult to have lost someone that has come to mean so much to you over the past weeks. I, myself, have lost people I love. Not that it is a matter of comparison, it is not. Life is very temporary, even when it has reached its very conclusion.

I am thinking of a poem by Robert Frost as I sit here and write to you. It is a poem about alienation and death. At least that is what I read from it.

Acquainted With the Night – By Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain – and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat.

And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street.

But not to call me back or say good-by;

And further still at an unearthy height,

One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I look forward to our next time together love. Sleep well and feel better.

Klaus

Rolling her eyes and swallowing hard; the indignation forming in the depths of her belly. The loss of her friend. It was his fault she lost her friend. She found herself wondering how delusional he was if he could completely miss that fact.

The next day Klaus sent word through Sarah that she was allowed to sit in the garden if she wanted. She grabbed her sketch pad and 'Dorian Gray' and followed Sarah out the door. It might be nice to have a change of scenery. As they walked through the beautiful music room she noticed how different it looked during the day.

The garden was beautiful and enclosed in a conservatory that spanned the entire height of the house; that wasn't apparent the night of the fateful dinner party. The huge dome ceiling was made of glass and it was very large. A beautiful fountain stood in the middle with benches on either side. Lush greenery and flowers surrounded the room.

He watched her from the other side of the conservatory. She walked in and sat on a bench. She wasn't aware of his presence there. He marveled at the site of her. It occurred to him that she had started to rebuild herself after the unfortunate events the preceding week. Quietly he approached her, as she sit there drawing.

She saw him out of the corner of her eye and decided to ignore him. She had nothing to say to him anyway. Although, she understood that her lack of desire to converse with him had nothing to do with the reality that she would talk. "Caroline love. I see you decided to enjoy the conservatory. Do you like it?"

Bothered by his sheer existence, she replied "Yes. It's very nice Master."

"Are you feeling better?"

"Well, Master, if you mean have I gotten over my friend that you savagely attacked and killed right in front of me? No. I haven't Master." She smiled insincerely.

He nodded his head backwards with a sense of exaggeration. "You know Caroline. Instead of weeping for what is done, maybe you should concentrate on being grateful that you are alive, alas it could have been you that I savagely attacked."

Her eyes drifted up to him. Now was her chance. "Yes Master. I'm trying to be grateful for that. I'm glad I'm not dead. It was just difficult to watch and you scare me when you are so…aggressive."

He raised his eyebrows as he took a seat next to her on the bench. "Well. I suppose it is quite scary, although fun for me." A nefarious grin spread across his handsome face.

Caroline tried to ignore that comment.

He rose from the bench and turned to look at her. "So I will see you later Caroline." With that he disappeared through the ball room doors. She finished sketching the fountain and walked through the ballroom and foyer to the stairs, which she climbed to the second floor. It didn't even occur to her to use the intercom to call Sarah.

As she stepped in the shower, she realized that she hadn't written Klaus a letter back. She would do that when she was done. Just as she was sitting down at the table to pick up the pen, the door to her bedroom flew open, there stood Sarah looking completely aggravated. Oops. "You were supposed to call me. You are lucky that they didn't just stop you and take you straight to Klaus's room."

"It wasn't purposeful. I just forgot. I didn't run away. I don't see what the big deal is." Caroline stared at her square in the eye.

"The big deal is that had anyone known, you would have gotten in a lot of trouble WITH KLAUS."

"What do you care? You just stand idly by while people get killed and all kinds of terrible things happen. So what! I get in trouble for 'not having an escort'. Do you honestly think that makes a difference in how my life will end up here?" Caroline stared her down, daring her to respond.

"Just don't do it again okay?" She turned around and slammed the door behind her.

Caroline rolled her eyes and turned back to the blank page in front of her.

Dear Master:

Thank you for your letter. I can't imagine that my grief has an effect on you one way or another. Hayley was a wonderful girl who didn't deserve what you did to her.

I suppose the same will happen to me at some point, although I have hope that it won't and you will let me go. I miss my parents (Liz and Bill) and my friends (Elena and Bonnie). I don't deserve this either.

I can only imagine that something horrible happened to you in your life to make you this way. I'm sorry for that, but hurting others because you were hurt is not justification. The rage that you have inside will end up killing you too.

Your slave,

Caroline

Caroline had read somewhere that humanizing a victim might get through to a psychopath. What the hell? It was worth a try. Although she knew it was probably a waste of time. Her goal was to just try to be good and find the will to live so he would eventually end her life or let her go, but she doubted the later would happen. She folded the letter, put in an envelope, addressed it to 'Klaus' and rang the intercom. Not wanting to be bothered by Sarah again, she slipped the letter under the door.

Klaus

He thought intently about the evening ahead as he looked out at the balcony from his desk. He had an early day tomorrow so it would not be a particularly long night. He was calling down to give Sarah instructions when she walked in the room. He acknowledged her presence with a nod when she entered the room; holding an envelope out towards him. He smiled as he saw the handwriting. "Sarah. Arrange to have supper brought to my bed chamber tonight at 8pm and don't take Caroline her supper. She will be joining me. That will be all."

Sarah nodded and turned to leave.

The letter was a full page this time which was pleasing. He thought it amusing that she tried to appeal to his humanity. Her assessment of his reasoning was somewhat accurate, although not really her place to point out; still accurate none the less.

He finished up some emails and phone calls that he had to make and started down the hallway to his bed chamber. Once inside, he lit the fireplace and decided to paint for awhile. His painting, appropriately enough, titled 'Caroline' was just a portrait. Her haunting blue eyes framed by long black eyelashes staring forward, almost mocking and beautiful blonde hair framing her ivory complexion and perfect pink lips. He was so lost in the imagery that he didn't hear her approaching until they were almost at the end of the hallway. Turning the easel towards the window; he placed the brush on the tray and took a step away.

She entered the room, immediately eyeing the dinner on the table. Something was different though. Her affect was softer and her eyes reflecting the light of the fire, were no longer vacant. She stepped further into the room, lowering her eyes said, "Good evening Master". Klaus took four strides towards her and pulled her into his arms into a long, passionate kiss. Stepping away he motioned towards the seating area where dinner waited. He himself picked up a goblet and started to drink down the sweet nectar that was inside.

Caroline ate agonizingly slow that evening. His manhood was straining against the material of his jeans. He had to readjust his position several times while they engaged in polite conversation. Giving her a few minutes to digest her meal, we continued to trade thoughts on Dorian Gray, although she hadn't read in quite awhile, she grasped the main theme of the story.

After a few minutes, he rose, and held his hand out to her. She took and it followed him to the bed. He led her around in front of him. "Take of your dress Caroline." She complied showing no uneasiness. Standing back for a moment to admire her; he slowly caressed the skin on her arms. "Get on your knees Caroline." Again, she complied immediately. With his right hand, he ran his hand through her hair starting at her forehead and moving to the back of her head. With the other, he released his cock which was constricted in his jeans and begging for release. Slowly but forcefully he pulled her towards the head and pried her lips open. He could feel the slick inside of her mouth as her saliva coated his shaft for the first time. His body shuddered when he pulled his entire length out of her mouth and then rammed it back in her moist mouth. He was in no rush tonight. He wanted to enjoy her. He started moving his hips back and forth to meet the movement of her head. He could feel his release was imminent as he fucked her mouth at varying intensity. Fuck she felt so good. Deciding that he wanted more, he pulled out and looked down at her at the same time kicking his jeans to the side.

Offering her his hand; he led her to the bed and pushed her until she fell backwards on the bed. "Spread your legs." As she opened her self up to him, his hunger started to become insatiable. Diving into her center with his tongue, he ran it up and down the full length of her opening and lapped up the juices. Turning to her right thigh, he first licked then quickly sank his fangs into the soft supple flesh that lay spread out before him. He could feel the warm thick plasma pour into his mouth as he drew on her again and again.

Once he had his fill, his thoughts flew to ravishing her body which he did with immeasurable force. Grabbing her wrists he pinned them above her head. He drew her into a long bloody kiss and then with one motion rammed his rigid member into her tight wet center. Rocking back and forth, his head lowered to her nipple which he caught in his still lowered fangs. She jumped a little when he pierced it lightly. He sucked on the hardened nipple and could taste her blood intermingled with his own saliva.

He withdrew; sliding his hand around her tiny waist and flipped her onto her knees. He leaned back for a moment, before reaching forward, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head backwards until her back arched for him. He grabbed his cock and guided it to her opening, which waited for his violation. Roughly he slammed his hips into her, causing her to lurch forward. Using his hands on her hips to hold her in place; he began his slow and aggressive intrusion. She gripped him tightly, her slick walls massaging him to release as he picked up the tempo. He grunted loudly before plunging his cock into her one last time. He fell forward on her sinewy back twitching inside her as he poured his seed into her delicate folds.

Once he'd recovered, he withdrew from her and sat up on his knees. "Turn around." She crawled around to face him in the bed. His half engorged member still having spasms. "Lick it clean." Casting her eyes downward, she moved forward, grasping it in her hand and started to run her tongue up and down the full length of the shaft. He took his cock from her and pushed her head down further so that she could lick his balls. His head fell back basking in the sensation.

He pulled her down beside him when he decided he was finished and held her tightly by the arm. She didn't attempt to pull away and she didn't make any noise. When he looked at her a little later, she was asleep. What an extraordinary thing to sleep so peacefully after an assault he thought to himself before closing his eyes.

In the morning, he thought about taking her once more before he left, as he wouldn't be back for a couple of days. There was no time though. His plane was leaving in two hours and he was already behind schedule. He left the naked sleeping blonde in his bed and shut the door.

Seeing Sarah on his way out, he left instructions to wake her up at 9, and that she could have breakfast in his room. Afterwards, she was to meet with Mrs. Erdman. He let Sarah know that he would be gone for a few days and that everything should proceed as normal. Caroline could finish the jewelry. He also told her to see to finding someone to get her some decent dresses. He was bored with the ones she had. Caroline also had permission to sit in the conservatory if she wanted to. During the next few days, he wanted Caroline relocated to the third floor.

Sarah tilted her head at the last order. He had never done that before, not that there was any "norm" for Mr. Mikealson but it seemed like an unusual request.

There was a soft knock at the door. Caroline was oblivious until Sarah walked into the room. Caroline jumped up and pulled the sheets around her to cover herself. She placed the breakfast tray on the table and then politely told Caroline that she would be back to get her at 9:30 so that she could get ready for Mrs. Erdman at 10:30. Caroline looked around the room before dragging herself and the sheet from the bed. She found her dress at the bottom of the bed on the floor. Out of curiosity, she stopped at the easel on the way to eat breakfast. The image made her gasp. It was of her and it was remarkable. "Okay that's not creepy." She said to herself.