I should give in. It's the easiest way. I'll finally be free to embrace him. Do I really still hate him? It feels like all I know is him. He is… everything. He is my captor, my tormentor, and my lover. What else is there beside Klaus? A black void was there in place of the answer. That scared her more than anything else.
Her eyes were dry and vacant while she stared out the only window in the room. The large window left the light lingering on her entire body. It was a beautiful sunset. When was the last time she was outside?
She glanced at the ring on her finger that protects her from a fiery death. She could probably wriggle it off if she tried. Without conscious thought, her thumb rubbed against the cold metal.
"Oops." Just as the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, her ring fell to the ground.
Klaus walked in a heartbeat later. "Hello, sweetheart."
She didn't reply as he kissed her lips and down to her neck. Instead, the random words fell from her lips, "Klaus, why do you love me?"
"Why? Well, poets and songwriters have been trying to find the answer to that for longer than I've been around. After all, why would anyone create a personal weakness? I don't give a damn anymore about why. We love because we have to."
She seemed satisfied enough with that answer. Her cherry red lips curled into a smile when she said, "Klaus, can you pick something up for me…? I dropped my ring."
Electricity shot through his whole body. He jerked his head to look at the ground, finding the ring. "Caroline-"
Her voice was steady but her words were careless, "I need more than this, Klaus. I need more than you."
"If this is about that bloody Tyler-"
She cut him off again. "I don't even remember his face. Just black, spikey hair comes to mind. Guess I don't love him, huh? I think I'm starting to forget a lot. My memories are in a fog. I don't remember how to laugh or the exact color of my mother's eyes or where the Salvatore house is or my two best friends' favorite movies. If you don't let me go, I might forget that this ring is all that keeps me from burning to death."
Klaus stood from her side. Calm as ever, he walked to a closet door. She didn't flinch when he bashed open the wood, sending pieces of wood flying everywhere. He was furiously shouting, cursing words she couldn't understand. She's never seen him so angry.
She felt no fear when he stomped over to her. The original vampire ripped off the bonds around her feet before shredding the ones around her hands. He pulled her flush against his body and forced her to look up at him. His grip on her jaw hurt. His eyes were enraged to the blackest color.
"I just wanted to let you know, I could have blocked the window if I had wanted to. But I won't have you fucking depressed. So go. Do whatever your little heart desires. Go find out where we are and how to get back home. You'll come back. You are mine, Caroline, and you always will be."
He let her go. Her legs, after so long of being unused, collapsed and she fell to the floor. Caroline looped her arms around her knees, loving the feel of being in a different position. The sound of his retreating footsteps reminded her of something.
With her vampire speed, she ran in front of him. Her eyes were black in their glare. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked like it was the most normal question in the world.
She pushed his chest hard enough that he flew into the bed. The blonde vampire slowly crawled up his body. A lopsided smile was his only warning. "It's my turn."
Her lips were on his for a harsh kiss. Tongues battled but she eventually pinned his down. His hand tangled into her hair. She was straddled on top of his hips, grinding against him. As she shredded his shirt with her nails, she bit his neck. He groaned her name. The taste of his blood filled her amazingly. Pulling away, she licked her lips. She brushed aside the remaining pieces of his shirt.
Still disbelieving she was actually doing this, he could only watch as she dragged her teeth down his chest. Up and down, she explored the wide muscular chest, lusting for more contact. Her hands reached to undo his pants. He was hard and thick for her. She palmed his erection, causing more moans from him.
Once he was free, she kissed his navel one last time. Going further down, she licked up his length. Klaus growled her name, "Caroline."
She took as much of him as she could and covered the rest with her hand. He was going mad from pleasure, heating to the point of no return. She hummed in her movements, loving the power she had over him.
With the hand that was tangled in her hair, he yanked her up. After flipping them over, he viciously said, "I want to take you now, love."
"What are you waiting for?" she snarled back.
He picked up her thighs, lifting them over his shoulders and thrust into her. She screamed at having him completely within her. The bliss of finally being inside of the girl he had so long loved was indescribable. Their breath was ragged but in synch.
The pace was hard and fast, the feel of two frantic people. She was bucking her hips furiously against his. His fingers dug into her thighs as he roared. She could barely keep up. All those times she wanted to bite and pull at him manifested in a vengeance. Her teeth were biting wherever they could as her arms were gripping his broad shoulder for dear life.
"Klaus!" she cried. White light blinded her as she shuddered at the intense orgasm.
The feel of her tightening walls around him forced him to come. He sunk his teeth into her neck at that moment, extending his orgasm. Klaus fell onto his back and dragged her to lay top.
She bit him back, the blood warming her already hot body.
"I love you, Caroline," he whispered, running his hand through her hair.
She retracted to rest her cheek on his bloodied chest. In fact, she's sure that she was covered in blood, both her own and Klaus's.
"Goodbye, Klaus."
And she was gone.
He had heard from the others later that she showed up at her house, naked and bloody in the middle of the night. She absolutely refused to talk about where she had been. All she could say was, "I'm free now."