A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Klaus is an assassin. His target is Caroline. It doesn't go according to plan.
2. Drabble for Klaroline Wednesday, May 6th.
3. A drabble I wrote FOREVER ago (re-edited) exploring the whole body-switch spell thing. Probably a part I.
Enjoy!
-Angie

Klaus gets a contract to assassinate Caroline. But as he starts stalking her he gets fascinated by her. He lures her in and decides to keep her close in order to protect her from the person that ordered her death and from all those that are coming after her next. Caroline however is not an easy person and things get complicated. Instead of killing her he ends up doing other more hot things to her.

"This is your target," the contractor said, pushing a manila folder with a picture of a beautiful blonde clipped to it.

Klaus flipped through it quickly, scanning the essentials. Daughter of the head of a government-funded project to create a serum (codename: vervain) that would cause pain to the skin without physically damaging it to enable legal torture...Twenty years of age...Holds three first place titles in regional handgun shooting competitions as well as fourth place at state level...former head Cheerleader...winner of her local town beauty pageant…

So basically an annoyingly wholesome girl-next-door that could shoot people. Excellent.

"Fifty grand."

"Thirty-five."

"She's technically a high risk target. Fifty."

"Forty."

"Fifty. Don't make me bump it up to sixty."

"There are others that I could hire."

"None more suited than I."

"Fine," the contractor growled. "I'll write the check when it's over."

"Pleasure doing business," Klaus said, grabbing the folder and giving the man a mock-salute before gesturing for him to leave his office.

Once the man was gone he poured himself a glass of bourbon and put his feet up on the desk, pulling to file towards him. It was time to learn all about Caroline Margaret Forbes.

XXX

She was sure she'd seen that guy before.

He was two tables away at the diner, and he looked so familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on where. He gave her a bad gut feeling, and as soon as she finished her cobb salad and paid the check she told Bonnie that they should leave, her fingers wrapped around her keychain pepper spray just in case.

Sure enough, once Bonnie had bid her goodbye to catch the bus back downtown for work and Caroline had walked a few blocks, she saw the man walking in her direction slowly in a car's rearview mirror as she passed by.

Her heart began to thud a little bit harder, and she fingered her keychain, moving the metal prongs between her knuckles while uncapping the pepper spray and settling the pad of her finger on the spray button. The man was catching up to her and she kept the same pace, though she counted down in her head to when he would have been a few feet behind her, and turned, pressing the spray button...into thin air.

Frowning, she looked around, slowly bringing the spray down next to her before someone grabbed her from behind and forced a chemical-soaked cloth to her nose. She struggled for a few moments before losing consciousness.

XXX

"Where am I?"

He looked up from his book to see Caroline sitting up in the hotel bed slowly, her hair slightly rumpled.

"You're in a hotel."

"No, really?" she asked sarcastically, her voice still gravelly from her nap.

He waited for her to ask another question, but she didn't, simply throwing the covers off and holding onto the bed carefully as she attempted to stand up on wobbly legs. He quickly became impatient. "Aren't you going to ask why you're here?"

"Would you tell me?" she asked, sounding more curious than sarcastic.

"Well, I was going to kill you," he said, shrugging. "But then I watched you for the past week, and I've found you intriguing."

She blinked before rolling her eyes. "Oh. Great. A serial killer finds me intriguing. Life goal achieved."

"Not a serial killer, love. More like a hitman. An assassin, if you will."

"Whatever. Do you have a name, Mr. Not a Serial Killer?"

"Klaus."

She nodded shortly before turning to look out the window. "So, are you going to kill me then?" she asked, not looking at him.

"Do you really think so low of me?"

"Well, since you literally just told me that it's your job to kill people, I'm going to have to go with 'yes'."

"Be careful with that mouth, Sweetheart. It'll get you into all sorts of trouble."

She shrugged. "I've been told that I'm the Queen of Sass. Your observation isn't really anything new. I'm hungry. Is there food?"

He found himself speechless for the first time in long while.

XXX

"Can I ask a question?"

He grunted in acknowledgement, checking over his shoulder before merging onto the highway.

"Why haven't you killed me yet?"

"I fancy you," he said plainly, flicking the turn signal to merge into the fast lane.

"Why?" she asked, genuinely confused.

"I enjoy you."

"You basically just rephrased your answer to my last question."

He shrugged. "Well, regardless of whether or why I fancy you, keeping you alive has cost me fifty thousand dollars, so we're on our way to remake that."

"We?"

He gave her a small smile. "Well you didn't think that I'd let you go, did you?"

No, she really hadn't. And, if she was honest with herself, she didn't really mind. She knew it was ridiculous (and rather Stockholm-syndrome-y), but she felt safe with him. They were currently trying to make a fast getaway from the most recent hotel they'd stayed at within the last few months. There had apparently been some sort of order put out for her death (and she couldn't for the life of her figure out why), and Klaus had gotten this strange idea in his head that he should protect her.

Not that she was arguing, or anything, since the last guy had gotten uncomfortably close.

Plus there really hadn't been anything left for her in her town. Her father had basically disowned her in favor of his new family, her mother had died in a freak police accident the year before, and her friendship with Bonnie had been fading. She'd wanted excitement and adventure for a long while.

She'd admit that it was mildly terrifying to be kidnapped (okay, fine, pretty fucking terrifying), but Klaus didn't seem to want to hurt her, and really it was better than being stuck in her apartment with a dead-end job.

Okay, fine, so she was being a little casual about this. But, what could she say, she was Caroline Forbes, and she adapted quickly.

XXX

"I'm sorry," she mumbled against his lips, cupping his face in her hands, stroking his cheeks.

"I know," he said, pulling her hands away to nuzzle her cheek, brushing soft kisses on her jaw.

He didn't know when he'd become so affectionate (or-god forbid-cuddly), but he'd learned to like it for her.

"I thought I would be fine for an hour at the grocery store, it didn't even occur to me that they'd think to look at the grocery store. I didn't mean to make you worry."

"I know you didn't, love."

"Let me make it up to you?" she asked, pulling away from him, her eyes wide and imploring.

And who was he to say no, really?

"If you'd like."

She smiled at him and pushed him slightly so that he raised himself up on his elbows while she pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra before unfastening his jeans and helping him pull them off with his boxers, tossing them aside. He cupped her breasts as he leaned down to kiss her, tweaking her nipples, and she arched her back to press them further into his palms.

She let out a small sigh as his teeth scraped down the column of her throat before his tongue soothed the pain. He smiled against her neck, leaving bright red marks on her creamy skin with his lips. She parted her legs a bit more so that he could slip his hand under her skirt to the apex of her thighs, smiling wickedly when he brushed his fingers across the naked, sensitive skin of her pussy, making her shiver.

"Do you like that, love?" he breathed against her ear.

She moaned and nodded, rolling her hips slightly against his hand, which was now rubbing her clit rhythmically.

"You're so beautiful, spread out for me like this," he whispered, groaning in surprise as her palm found his cock, hard against her thigh, and she began to stroke him in time with the thrusts of his fingers into her heat.

He pulled his fingers away, making her moan at the loss of sensation, and gently pried her hand away from his cock, gripping her wrists and bringing them to his face to kiss her knuckles before pinning them gently by her head and positioning himself at her entrance.

"Please," she breathed.

"Please what?" he teased, tweaking one of her nipples as he pushed himself inside her at a torturously slow pace.

"Fuck me, Klaus."

He laughed quietly, biting her ear softly and making her moan. "Wrap your legs around me."

She did so, her skirt bunched up around her waist as he moved in languid, deep strokes.

"Klaus, faster, please."

He obliged, his thrusts gradually becoming more hurried until she clenched around him, moaning his name, her hips undulating against him wildly before he spilled inside her.

"Am I forgiven?" she asked after she caught her breath, giving him a sly smile.

"You always are."

Overwhelmed with over flipping the switch and causing damage, Caroline leaves Mystic Falls and finds herself feeling lost and alone. She calls Klaus. How does it go down? What does she say?

She had planned on spending a year sans-humanity—she had it marked in her phone and everything—and live a peaceful, emotion-free life.

It had been going swimmingly until Stefan Fucking Salvatore decided that he had to put on his goddamn Hero Hair and save the day (which really hadn't needed saving in the first place, thank you), and had failed spectacularly in doing so. Honestly, how they'd ever gotten anything accomplished when fighting evil overlords was a complete mystery to her. The Salvatore brothers were overwhelmingly incompetent.

Anyway, now she was the worst of both worlds: completely alone and more emotional than a preteen girl who's favorite 1D member was Zayn.

Hey, just because she didn't have her humanity on didn't mean that she didn't keep up with gossip, okay? Steven Hawking was now officially her spirit animal.

She felt her gums ache and flipped on her turn signal to take the next exit, hoping that she'd be able to find someone to eat (and then heal and compel, obviously). She'd been driving for about seven hours, still not quite sure where she was going (she'd just gotten to Atlanta, Georgia).

Well, actually, in her heart of hearts she knew exactly where she was going. She was just putting off calling him. Despite his repeated reassurances that he wanted her—he'd said that he wouldn't come back to Mystic Falls, but they did email occasionally, usually just so that he could make sure that she was alive—she still wasn't quite convinced.

Now, though, she was halfway done with the trip, and she decided to bite the bullet. She pulled over, fed (and healed and compelled) on a girl who was taking a quick smoke outside of a restaurant, and then returned to her car, putting her phone on speaker in its pink plastic dock on her dashboard.

"Call Klaus Mikaelson."

"Calling Matt Donovan."

"Ugh, Siri, you piece of shit," she mumbled, poking the 'end call' button a bit harder than necessary before darting her eyes on and off the road to find Klaus's number in her address book, narrowly avoiding hitting a rather oblivious squirrel.

She bit her lip as it rang twice before he picked up. "Caroline, love. Is everything all right?"

Just those words somehow made all the dams break, and she just started crying, completely unable to stop. She could almost picture Klaus in her mind, staring rather confusedly at his phone, trying to figure out what to say.

He was rather socially stunted, that way, it seemed.

"Er—Caroline? What's wrong?"

"I—My mom died, and I flipped the switch. I made Stefan turn it off and we killed people, Klaus. Lots of people."

There was complete silence on the other end of the line before Klaus spoke again. "I see."

She fought the urge to burst into hysterical laughter. Of course he did. He was the Original serial killer. She said as much to him and she could almost hear the answering eyeroll.

"Where are you, love?"

"The highway."

"Which highway, love?"

"I-75. To New Orleans."

There was complete silence for at least thirty seconds before he spoke. "Oh."

"Oh? I'm showing up at your goddamn door ninety-eight years early, and all you can say is 'Oh'?"

He chuckled. "Sorry, love. I'll text you my address. When you get here we can talk."

"Okay. We're not having sex."

"I never said we were."

"You were thinking it."

"Perhaps," he acknowledged. "But, as usual, that sort of decision is completely up to you. I know where my opinion is not wanted nor needed."

"I guess."

"Right, well. Either way, love, shall I let you go? There's still about seven hours of driving to go, correct?"

"Wait, Klaus…Could you maybe stay?"

"Stay on the line?"

"Yeah. I just…I know it's probably stupid, especially since you aren't, you know, actually here, but I just don't want to be…" she trailed off, but he finished her sentence for her.

"Alone."

"Yeah."

"I'll never leave you alone again, love."

"I'm not sure whether to take that as a threat or as you being sweet."

"If I were you I'd assume both options."

She laughed—a real, true, happy laugh—for what felt like the first time in weeks. Months, even.

"Thank you."

"Always, love. Always and forever."

I wrote this forever ago. It needs work. Don't judge me. Klaus and Caroline switch bodies for an unknown reason. Probably the first part of a set of drabbles.

Klaus shoved a pillow over his head and resisted the urge to strangle the chirping bird that was outside the window. It was too bright, and he just wanted to go back to that very nice dream he had been having in which Caroline had been begging him to fuck her while she was tied to his headboard.

Having her in his dreams wasn't close to almost as good as having her when he was awake, but he'd take what he could get.

He sighed loudly, and then realized that something was seriously wrong.

That sigh was very high pitched.

And he had hair in his mouth.

Very Caroline-smelling hair.

Why the fuck did he have Caroline's hair in his mouth?

He opened his eyes slowly and rolled over, half-hoping he'd see Caroline lying next to him. The bed was empty, but had white sheets and a sunny yellow blanket.

He had black sheets.

He sat up slowly, and looked down at his hands.

Caroline's hands.

He was in Caroline's body.

He took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes, and opened them again.

Still Caroline's hands.

He was instantly on high alert. Why would he be in Caroline's body? If he was in Caroline's body, did that mean she was in his? Did some witch body-switch them? Was this another elaborate plan by the residents of mystic falls to orchestrate his death?

How on earth would this help orchestrate his death?

He spotted her phone on her bedside table and picked it up and punched in his own phone number. Before he could hit the dial button, he heard a whoosh and he turned to find…himself.

"What the fuck Klaus?"

Hearing his voice speak in an American accent might have been the oddest experience he'd ever had.

"I had nothing to do with this, sweetheart, I promise."

He saw his own face contort with disgust. "God, don't ever do that again. That was insanely creepy."

"Do what?"

"I don't know sweetheart, what do you think?"

Klaus rolled his eyes and threw the covers off to get out of bed. "No. Stop. Stay there."

"I'd like to get out of bed if you don't mind."

"I do mind."

Klaus raised an eyebrow and decided that watching himself blush was decidedly more awkward than anything else had been so far.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Of course you didn't. I need to get dressed."

"Over my dead body."

"What are you going to do, exactly Caroline?"

Klaus wanted to hit himself as he watched a very familiar evil grin took over his own face. Caroline flashed up to him and looked into his eyes. "Close your eyes and stand still unless I tell you to move."

Klaus felt his eyes shut involuntarily, and he let out a string of swear words in at least five different languages.

He heard Caroline scoff at his reaction and then felt the tiny pajama shorts and camisole get ripped off of his body, before Caroline guided him to the shower. He heard the spray start, and said, "You realize you're going to be touching me, right?"

"I'd rather molest my own body than have you see me naked."

"You are free to molest my body any time."

Caroline scoffed and he heard her squeeze soap onto a sponge. He felt his own calloused palms over his skin, washing gently, and wished that he were back in his own body for this because damnit he wanted to touch her. Himself. Whatever.

He felt an odd aching sensation in his lower belly, and realized that Caroline's body was becoming aroused. He heard a sharp intake of breath near his ear and realized that Caroline could smell it. She roughly turned him around.

"Open your eyes," she growled.

She compelled him to fall asleep, but not before he caught a glance in the mirror of Caroline's full breasts and taut stomach, dripping with soapy water.

When he awoke he was lying on his own bed in the mansion, but still in Caroline's body which was fully dressed in denims and a long-sleeved blouse. He looked up and realized that Caroline was towel-drying his hair and had put on denims and a Henley. He smirked at her.

"You compelled me."

"Yep."

"You can't do that."

"Apparently I can."

"I forbid you from doing that again."

"Do you?"

"Did you enjoy showering in my body?" He asked, changing tactics, smirking at her.

"Wipe that smirk off my face. It's super weird-looking."

"Is it?"

"And to answer your question, no. I didn't. It was really awkward."

"Not as 'awkward' as you washing me."

"I should have compelled you to forget that." Caroline mumbled.

"Probably."

"How did this happen, anyway?"

"I honestly have no idea."

Caroline rounded on Klaus with a hand-on-hip stance that looked so out of place that Klaus found himself laughing. "Are you sure? Because you seem pretty comfortable with my body."

"I'm just choosing not to look a gift horse in the mouth, love."

"Whatever. How are we going to get out of this?"

"Again, I honestly have no idea."

"I'm going to call Bonnie and see what she says."

"All right then. Do you want me to do it?"

"No. I'll tell her."

Caroline stepped out of the room to have a quick conversation with Bonnie, which Klaus heard the entirety of. Bonnie promised to do some research and said she'd call back as soon as possible with her findings.

Caroline sighed melodramatically and thwumpd down next to him on the bed.

"This sucks massive donkey dick."

He restrained a laugh at how the vulgar phrase sounded falling from his lips. "It does indeed."

They laid there in silence for a few minutes.

"We'll stay here for a few days while the Bennett witch finds out what the spell is. No one will bother us, and you're free to entertain yourself however you wish."

Caroline snorted. "I'll ignore the blatant sexual innuendo in that statement."

"Does that mean you'll stay?"

"Yes. If only so that you aren't sleeping in my room for the next week."

They spent the day separately, but when night fell Caroline cornered Klaus in his room. She made him close his eyes while she re-dressed her body in pajamas, and then grabbed his face to add further instructions. "You will not undress in any way shape or form, or look at any part of my body that isn't visible at this moment unless I explicitly give you permission, and you can't touch yourself in a sexual way."

She grimaced slightly at the awkward wording, but called a goodnight over her shoulder and turning the light off as she left, and Klaus collapsed into bed.

If there was one thing he had learned over the centuries he had been alive, it was that compulsion had to be very specific in order for it to work. The spirit and intent of the order didn't matter if the wording could be misconstrued.

Caroline had told him that he couldn't touch himself, and so he decided to interpret that as he couldn't touch his own body. Therefore, he was free to touch Caroline's.

He laid on his back and let her hand wander down to stroke Caroline's nipples, making them pucker and sending a delicious stab of arousal to her core. He let her hand creep under the tight cotton shorts she was wearing to tease at her entrance. He felt the wetness of her juices cling to her hand and began lightly rubbing her clit while dipping two fingers into her core. He spent a long while exploring her body, trying to find potential sweet spots for later, figuring out just how she liked it.

It wasn't long before an orgasm crashed over him, and he sucked Caroline's juices off her fingers, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the exquisite taste.

He suddenly heard a tiny masculine sigh from the room across the way and smirked as he realized that Caroline was a hypocrite of the worst kind.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed them. Please tell me your thoughts! :D
Hugs!
-Angie