"I was enchanted to meet you"

Caroline was driving in her black BMW and she was tripping. There was no other word to describe her inner turmoil. She was so confident when she grabbed the Wickery road mansion file, or better said snatched it, from Tyler's desk and ran from the office before anyone noticed anything. She found his number and called him. He was rude and unpleasant, just as she imagined he would be. Although she had to admit she didn't imagine such a sexy accent. Let's just hope he never gets to chance to find out that she had always had a thing for British accents, she thought. Ever since she spent two weeks in London and hooked up with that Cambridge student, a cutie named Colin. He was so good in whispering naughty British words during sex. But Niklaus Mikaelson would not be doing such a thing, not in this lifetime. But ok, she called him, he was a British ass, she didn't care, she was just happy they've set up a meeting. Yes, she was happy then, and now she was freaking out. I guess some common sense had finally reached her brain. Better late than never, they say, but who the fuck are those they? Because it was too late, she was approaching the mansion as we speak, and she saw a car there. He was waiting for her. There was no turning back. "Oh God Blondie" she thought to herself, "I hope you haven't just signed your death sentence."

She parked her car and took a deep breath. Ok, she didn't technically need one, but it was just a stupid human habit that stuck.

She wanted to sit in the shelter of her car some more but knew this was not an option. He would see that as a sign of weakness, and Salvatore's are anything but weak. She was anything but weak.

She stepped outside of the car, trying to keep her legs calm. Shaky legs are never a sign of a good salesman. And she was selling, not just the mansion, but she was selling the image of herself as a strong woman not afraid of the big bad wolf. Good thing she remembered to put her sunglasses on, that way she would have a second or two to observe him before actually approaching him. And then finally the big bad wolf came into the picture. And Caroline could feel her jaw drop, although she was trying so desperately to conceal it. He didn't look like a big bad wolf, he looked more like Prince Charming actually, never were looks so misleading as now when it came to this guy.

Cambridge cutie Colin who? All other guys faded in comparison to this man. And it wasn't just about his curvy hair that looked so delicious she right away thought about going through it, while screaming his name in bed. It wasn't just about his eyes that looked so versatile, like they were too amazing to decide which exact color they would be. No, it wasn't about his great body that was noticeable even though he was wearing simple jeans, a t-shirt and a black jacket. It was about his smile. A smile that literally said: "I have seen and done things you can't even imagine. And I wouldn't mind showing them, all of them, to you" Now she saw why her father said he was dangerous, he wasn't a normal monster, he was a charming monster. The one who would lure his victim into the lair and play with her, toy with her, before ending her misery. And he would relish in every second of the sweet torture. Funny, but this actually got her a little angry and gave her strength. Because he could be Prince Charming and God of sex in one, but she was Caroline Salvatore and she was no one's victim. She was not helpless. Never again. So she took of her sunglasses and looked straight into his eyes. He didn't look back. It was like a little battle, their first … but somehow she already knew it wouldn't be their last … not by a long shot…

"Niklaus Mikaelson I presume?" she said while finally approaching him.

"Your presumption is correct, and you must be Caroline Salvatore. But please, call me Klaus." he offered his hand and she took it.

Their hands touched. His was strong and hers was gentle. But they fit like two pieces of the same puzzle. It was like an electric shock when right through her. From her toes to her spine straight to her unbeating heart, it felt like it could start beating again. From a stupid handshake? She was losing it for sure. So she was the first to pull back. He looked way too content with himself. Conceited bastard, she thought. So she put her business face on and said with her most serious voice: "Well, I'm sure you're a busy man so I wouldn't want to waste your precious time. Let's see the house, shall we?"

"I never consider it wasting time when spending it with such a beautiful lady." he said.

She couldn't help but to roll her eyes, not even caring if he would pick up on that. He might be the client but he was annoying her. He noticed it, but just smiled slightly and followed her inside the mansion.

"Impressive" he said looking truly amazed.

"I know, it is a gem. So beautiful." she said while taking one last chance to admire all her hard work. It was worth it. She was only a bit sad her baby didn't get a better owner. Oh well.

"Truly a gem." He said but not looking at the house but at her. Good she was a vampire and couldn't blush. The human Caroline would blush, like Elena this morning, or even worse, adding a new shade of red into the palette. He was really pushing it in the compliment department. And although she tried so hard not to care a part of her was blossoming. Hey, don't judge. She was only human after all. Ok, she wasn't … But even vampires love compliments. But it took so much more to buy her.

"Let me show you around. What would you like to see? "

"The bedroom … "he said straightforwardly without even thinking it.

Oh, she saw what game he was playing. He was trying to make her uncomfortable. She thought of letting it go. The wise thing would be to just ignore it. But this wouldn't be Caroline, the crazy Caroline who more than once got herself into trouble because of her sharp tongue. Two could play this game, she thought.

"Ok, follow me then. It's the first door to your left. I hope it's to your taste, I picked everything in it. Even the bed." she said while looking at him and not even twitching. Oh yeah, two can play this game wolf boy, she thought while leaving him speechless for the first time that afternoon. Finally, it was Caroline's little victory.

But then they entered the bedroom and she didn't feel as comfortable anymore. Not that anything between them would happen here, ever, but still … It was too intimate for her taste.

"Monet?" he said looking at the picture on the wall.

"Only a reproduction I'm afraid, but I love this picture. It's so full of light."

He observed her, but this time it was a different kind of observation. For the first time she felt like she wasn't being observed just as a pretty little object, he was looking at her in amazement.

"Have you seen the original?"

"No, I haven't got the chance to visit Paris yet."

"I'll take you."

Just like that, four words that he uttered so simply. Caroline had to remind herself he probably used this cheesy "I'll take you to Paris line" on every girl.

"Oh really?"

"Yes really, I'll take you wherever you want."

"That's sweet, but I'll take myself wherever I want. Sorry to disappoint you but I don't need some guy to take me anywhere. So, did you want to see anything else, or can we get down to the paperwork. Boring I know, but it has to be done."she was rude, she knew she was rude, but she just about had enough of this seducing game. She was starting to forget he was an evil monster; she was starting to enjoy his company. She was starting to forget he was her enemy. This could not happen. Ever. She couldn't let her guard down. Or it would end in tragedy.

So they sat in the living room and did the paperwork. And she could feel his gaze on her all that time. It was creepy. And exciting, she hated to admit it, but it was. Ok, to be honest; men looked at her all the time, in million different ways, in million different inappropriate ways. Caroline never had problems with that, sometimes she even enjoyed it. But now … She was feeling uneasy. It was different with him. It wasn't like he was just trying to picture her naked, although he was totally doing that too, it was like he was trying to look inside of her soul. Probably to find her biggest weakness and use it against her family. That charming son of a bitch. She was furious. Why did he ever have to come to her town and disturb her on so many levels? She was furious and it was getting harder and harder to hide it. She let a little huff escape her, and it didn't go by unnoticed, like anything could.

"Something wrong, love?"

"No … I mean yes … I mean, stop calling me love."

" Someone is angry." he said. He was making fun of her. The little bastard was making fun of her. She was maad as hell. She needed to get out of there before she did something stupid. Like getting that Monet reproduction from the main bedroom and smashing it over his head.

"I think we're done Mr. Mikaelson. I'll leave you your copy, your keys, your mansion. It was pleasure doing business with you." she pronounced the word pleasure like it was poison setting into her body and killing her.

She offered her hand, unwillingly, but she was playing the role of a cool business woman, once more. Once more he took it and once more the electricity was there. But this time something more was there. He started doing little circles inside of her palm with his finger and she felt like she was drowning. She felt her eyes go black.

"Won't you stay for dinner love?"

This love brought her to reality; she remembered who was seducing her. Efficiently, and that made her angry on a whole different level of angry. She was angry she was actually falling for this, just for a second, but it was a second too much. A second she couldn't afford.

"What are you doing?"

"Whatever do you mean sweetheart?"

"Don't play this game with me. What are you doing here?"

"Well at the moment I'm having a rather strange discussion with a thrilling lady."

"You really are something, you know that?"

"I'll take that as a compliment." he wasn't backing down an inch but neither was she.

"Don't … What are you doing in Mystic Falls?"

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know little Salvatore. Came to check up on me have you?"

And before she could say a word he threw her onto the sofa and pressed her body against hers. It was so hot, it was on fire. His and hers. Wait … That wasn't exactly the point. What was the point? Oh yeah, he had her pinned down and she couldn't move. She tried to do something but he really was strong. Damn it, too strong.

"If that is the case, not a smart move love. Not a smart move at all. We wouldn't like anything happening to that pretty little head of yours, would we now?"

And just like that he released her and sat in the opposite chair, finishing his whiskey and watching her look at him in amazement.

"We'll leave the dinner thing for some other time then." he said dead serious.

And for the first time after a long, long time, longer then she could remember, Caroline had nothing to say. She was in a bit of a shock. The way he threw her onto that sofa… The rush of it all was too much. The bad rush and the good one. But she stood up, collected her things, and was planning to leave without even looking at him, without a greeting of any kind. She made it to the door, touched the doorknob when she heard: "Oh Caroline?"

She wouldn't look back, she wouldn't look back, she wouldn't look back. But damn it, she looked back.

And saw him sitting in his chair and watching her with the biggest smile she had ever seen.

"It really was enchanting to meet you."

Ok,so they finally meet ... I made this a bit longer than I expected, but when I started writing the inspiration just came. And I have to say I rather like this ... For all of you reading my story patiently and waiting for this, I hope you liked it guys ... What now? You'll have to wait and see ... I think the next chapter could be - Klaus/ Caroline perspective ... little bit of both of them recovering from the enchanting meet ... :p

but please REVIEW, cause I'm dying to see if you liked this ;) ... Thanx for reading once more ;) ...