Ahhhh, Stefan I adore you, sorry for kinda making you an asshole in the last chapter, but Klaus did kinda screw with your head, we'll blame him, not me XD
Thank you guys so much for the reviews I've been getting on this, please as usual continue to review because:
1.) I love them
2.) They make me update so fast (I wasn't going to write this for like a week then I saw the reviews and knew I had to do it asap for you guys)
3.) Loads of you want Klaus to meet Niklaus, which wasn't supposed to happen for a while but you asked nicely ;) And I couldn't get this scene out of my head, and well, yet again...you'll see ;)
I'm gonna stop rambling now...and watch TVD season 3...
"What did you do?" Matt hissed, watching a sly smile take over his friends face, "He's going to kill her!"
"Don't be ridiculous," Stefan laughed and grabbed his drink, draining the glass dry and throwing a few pennies at Matt, leaving him agape as he leaves the Grill.
He smells the girl before he hears her blood curtling scream and restrains himself from joining Klaus in his meal, he punches the wall hard in frustration but what he truly wants to do is take a stake and stab the man again and again, watching as the life drains from his eyes, his very essence eliminated.
He wonders if Elena will take him back then, he punches the wall again, thinking of her growing connection with his brother, Klaus's doing. Yet, he knew, he'd always known that he needed to talk to her, to let her back in, that kind of love never dies.
But what if it does? What if he needs to win her back by anyway possible, killing the man causing her so much pain must be the only way, his distorted mind forms more images, mixed in with her face as he peeps round the alleyway, watching Caroline's startled and heartbroken expression, watching as she turns and flees.
Immediately once she's left Klaus turns the blonde to face him, compelling her to forget what had occurred and to run along, his eyebrows rise and a grin sneaks along his lips, he's just found Klaus's new weakness.
Klaus paces near the fireplace, his hand hovering over another portrait of Caroline, he closes his eyes briefly and ignores all the human emotions inside of him as he rips into the sketch book and tears apart its entire contents. He throws each picture individually into the cackling flames and watches as her face contorts and finally burns.
It gives him no satisfaction.
When the last one finally disappears he lets out a grunt and falls into his arm chair, his head in his hands as he tries to process tonight's events. Had it really all been a lie? He hadn't thought she was capable of such cruelty, he laughed sarcastically as he recalled her once calling him the monster.
But then her tear filled eyes flashed before him as she caught him feeding from the girl who looked so similar to her, identifying the act as hatred towards her. Klaus sat up straighter in his chair, what if Stefan had merely planted the thought in his head and it had manifested, what if he was the one lying and Klaus had fallen for it?
He banged his fist against the chair and stood up, determined to seek out Stefan and torture the truth out of him, slowly, but then his vision became blurry and he fell to the floor in pain, his room twisted and warped in front of him and transformed into Caroline's bedroom.
His human self was sitting on the bed, wrapped up in his own misery, was he dreaming of this yet again? Hadn't it agonized him enough the last time?
He looked up as Caroline entered, her face was covered in tears and she leaned against the doorframe catching her breath, his human self stood up and breathed her name, she seemed to snap to her senses and she rushed towards him, her hands melting in his hair and she brought his lips harshly to hers.
Klaus pressed his fingers to his lips as he felt the sensation overwhelm him, it was as if the ghost of her lips were pressed against his, he gazed up at the couple, stunned as his human self snaked his hands around her waist and pulled her closer.
She gasped at his forwardness and responded, yet the kiss did not seem intimate, it seemed rough, harsh, nalmost desperate and Klaus saw Caroline open her eyes briefly, tears still in them, she softly pushed the human away from her and ran her hands through her hair, letting out a muffled a cry.
"That was wrong," She muttered, turning away from him.
"Why?" Niklaus asked, running his finger's along his lips, that was his first kiss, had he not done it right?
Was he that terrible at pleasing a woman?
"Because it was!" She hissed and faced him but the second her gaze met his, her face softened and she put her hand on his shoulder, "I didn't do it for the right reasons."
She went to remove her hand but he grasped it against him tightly, "Listen to me Caroline," He breathed, trying not to betray how nervous he felt, "I've never felt like this before,"
"Neither have I."
"But what I did wasn't right; I took advantage of your upset state-"
"Oh no, don't you dare," She said, snatching her hand away from his, "I get to decide what I want to do, I wanted to do that, your so different from him you know," She said, running her thumb along his cheek, trying to trace his face to memory, "Your so…untouched you know? I can't describe it, you're just not him-"
"Not who?" He asked but the question seemed irrelevant as she leaned towards him.
"I don't want you to become him," She began to stutter, "Your so..innocent I suppose."
Niklaus let out an embarrassed laugh and his cheeks turned a bright shade of pink, misinterpreting her statement, "Of course I am, sex isn't until after marriage where I am from Care."
She smiled at his nickname for her then whispered in his ear, "That's not how it's done these days."
She heard Niklaus's heartbeat race, almost as if it would burst from his chest and she swelled in pride at his response, she wondered if she could make modern day Klaus feel like this, not that she would care, he was a monster.
A mischievous smirk appeared on Niklaus's face and he looked Caroline up and down quickly, she couldn't help but think that Klaus would be slower and more experienced.
Niklaus raised his hands and cupped Caroline's face, bringing her lips softly to his, this kiss was so much more, before she had been consumed by her anger towards Klaus, and resenting her own feelings for wanting to be with him, Niklaus was an easier way for her to live with herself.
But this kiss had her doubt herself; it was so sweet, Niklaus's trembling hands holding her, travelling from her face to the small of her back where he melted her into him, her hands tugging at his hair playfully.
Niklaus's tongue begs entrance to her mouth and she obliges, his hands move from her back and pause at the hem of her pastel white t-shirt. She stops kissing him and he misinterprets her actions and moves his hands but she grabs them, "The second I saw you," She whisper's, moving his hands to lift up her t-shirt, "I chose you."
His eyes widen and she beams at him, this is the man she wants, but inside a part of her is screaming no, she pushes it aside as her t-shirt falls to the floor with a soft thud and she glances at Niklaus shyly, the heat creeping its way onto his face and her smile broadens.
She expects his gaze to linger on her chest, most men are captivated by what a woman has beneath her clothes; it turns them into monsters. But Niklaus is different, she should have known, his eyes hold hers and she tries not to feel exposed as a small breeze wraps around her.
"I didn't think," He whispered, "That I'd ever have a reason to live."
A small gasp emits her mouth at the sincerity of his words and reaches for him, his arms wraps around her waist as she kisses him quickly before unbuttoning his shirt in a hurried state, she pushes the shirt from his shoulders and it joins hers on the floor.
Her fingers trace patterns on his chest and his hands hesitantly move up her stomach and when she presses her mouth to his he cups her breasts and squeezes lightly.
She involuntarily moans into his mouth and he smiles as he parts her lips with his tongue and moves his thumbs over her nipples. Her back arches until they're pressed chest to chest and she hears her breaths come out in let raspy gasps.
He removes his lips from hers and she pouts, he smiles wickedly and lowers his face, his lips touch her neck and begin to suck lightly as he pushes her down on the bed.
Klaus is watching in shock, wanting to protest, wanting to attack himself, but he can still feel it, feel the actions of his human self and hear her moans as if he was the one causing them.
He stands up and moves towards them, they land on the bed and his human self hovers over hers, one of his hands stays on her breast, repeating the circular patterns and making her moan whilst the other trails down her body to her leg and hoists it over his waist.
"Is this what you want?" Caroline moans, and Klaus swears her eyes flicker to meet his, he takes a step back and feels himself being pulled away, he reaches out a hand to grab her but her gaze is already returning to the man on the bed and he is wrenched back into his own body.
He rubs his head in shock, feeling a violent migraine which shouldn't be possible, he staggered to his feet and grabbed his phone, he dialled Caroline's number, if she answered, even if it was telling him 'to go to hell' he would be satisfied.
But it kept ringing, the sound drumming into his head and he threw the phone across the room with a yell, it shattered and he grabbed his car key's, almost punching a startled Elijah as he raced past him.
He whirls down countless roads, feeling as if they stretch on for an eternity before he finally reaches her house.
He expects her to come outside and greet him with a stake, he can still feel that girls blood on his teeth and he runs his tongue along it, he doesn't regret, that's who he is, this baby vampire wouldn't change that.
He stood still for a few seconds and that's when he heard it, he cocked his head to the side as he heard Caroline moan his full name, the name that no one apart from his family was allowed to even know, let alone breath, "Niklaus."
He almost knocks the door from its hinges as he uses all his speed and agility to get to Caroline's room in a matter of mere seconds, his dead heart pounding as he sees what's before him.
She's half naked, her hands immediately grab the duvet and use it to cover herself, her hair is wild and her eyes are shocked, she begins to tremble as she takes in his stony expression, the human however is not as quick to react.
Klaus strides into the room and grabs the man by his hair, he hurls him to his feet, Caroline screams as Klaus, in blind fury raises his hands to snap the guy's neck; she launches herself between them and puts a hand on Klaus's chest which he shrugs off with disgust.
"Stop it!" She yells as he tries to get around her, seeking his prey.
He can hear the man breathing, the one she called Niklaus, is this her sick game, role play? Pretend she's with him for excitement? Or did she want him to hear her? He pushes her to the side and she falls onto the bed, her sobs echo around him as he pulls the man towards him.
Before he kills him he wants to know why, why he hasn't reacted, why he hasn't even moved a hand to defend himself or the woman he was just on top of, then he stares into his eyes, he looks at his hair, his mouth, his nose.
It's like looking into a mirror.