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Games III

She curled her lip up in disgust as she eyed the bottles she had taken out of the cupboard shelf. Cheap liquor, plenty of that, actually, almost too cheap to get the honor of being her weapon of choice. But it would do.
She opened the first bottle and spilled it all over the kitchen, being especially thorough with the places she'd touched. Every detail of the last few days was safely stored in her mind, she could recall exactly where she'd been, every move she'd made, every surface she'd brushed.
She continued with the bathroom and then the main room, being especially generous with the bed.
She sighed, eyeing the place for the last time.
Crappy place.
Almost not worth the effort it took to burn it down.
But then again, she found herself in love with the idea of burning everything that had outlived its purpose for her.
Back before she'd turned it off, she'd always made it her mission to accommodate with the past, find a way to make it right again, integrate it into the now. Become friends with Matt again, learn to tolerate Damon, bury whatever envy she'd held for Elena. But in contrary to what she'd thought back then, that hadn't been her strong point but her burden. Of course she'd excelled in it because she'd put her mind to it – she'd excel at everything if she tried.
But it was even better to turn her back on everything not worthy of her time, or even more drastically, destroy it. The path she'd take from now on would not be retraceable, except by the trail of bodies and missing links, that would soon be replaced or forgotten about. What was a single life in the context of an eternity?
So she smoked one last cigarette in the kitchen, with the window open and recalled the previous night, a small, sneaky smile forming on her face.
Klaus had been just as good as she'd imagined. And she'd been able to play him like an instrument.
She'd have to be more careful now, though, since he now had a general idea of how she played. Most likely he thought she'd already shown him her set of cards. Which in the end was another ace in her hand.
She felt a tingle of anticipation at the thought of the game that she was about to engage in again tonight. Having both Marcel and Klaus on her board was far more exciting than she'd anticipated before coming here. And not to forget, there was a whole royal court to play with, in the picture.
She dropped the cigarette butt to the ground and flashed over to the entrance to take a moment and watch it burn, the fire quickly spreading through the kitchen, then through the bedroom.
The familiar melody that the flames produced sung in her ears and she felt her chest swell in excitement.
She stayed as long as she could, but when the fire was about to reach her she turned around and left.

She sat down on the king size bed of the five star hotel that she had just compelled herself the president suite in, lighting herself another cigarette.

There were two things she knew for certain.

One: There was a good chance Klaus was still hiding something from her. There had to be another reason why he hadn't killed Marcel yet. Klaus was impulsive, a control freak and paranoid. His actions on prom night had just proven that again. The way Marcel talked to Klaus, the vibrant tension hanging between the two of them should have set Klaus off long ago. Without a doubt he should have exploded in some way already. Maybe he already had – she'd have to investigate that further.

But Klaus wouldn't let Marcel live just in order to gain the respect of his court – his usual strategy was to force people into respecting him, and what she had learned so far about Marcel's little vampire-mafia-organization, was that violence and intimidation were just the right tool to make them kneel and serve. Something that attracted her interest as well. To obtain that kind of respect – the idea held a certain appeal.

Maybe he'd actually learned something from the prom debacle but her instinct told her that there had to be another factor in the calculus, and she was going to find out what that was. She had to be careful not to do that in front of Klaus, she would leave him believing that she was satisfied with his answer.

Two: She had to adapt her strategy on how to deal with Klaus altogether. She couldn't be continuously driving him to his limits or he would snap. An idea that she very much liked in the bedroom but not anywhere else. If she pushed him far enough he'd lock her in a room, wait for the vervein to leave her system and make her turn it on again, just for the sake of not being manipulated by her. If there was anything Klaus wouldn't tolerate it was being controlled. He had mastered getting around that and being the one in control for a thousand years, but that was exactly what made the idea of controlling him so appealing. If she changed her strategy too abruptly, he would notice. She would keep up her attitude, but never go too far. Maybe she'd even pretend to slowly grow more and more accustomed to his presence, to like him, make him feel like in the end he was the one in control, even if it seemed to him as if she thought she was. She had to be smart about this. It was a challenge, really, and that was exactly what made it so exiting.

It was exactly what she had come here for, besides, of course, the sex, which had been mind blowing, just as expected.

She'd work her way into Marcel's court, gain their respect and try and lower the tension between Marcel and Klaus under the pretense of having her fun with them. She'd sneak her way into all of their minds, make them trust her, make them feel like they knew her, like her actions were predictable. She'd portray herself as smart but never reveal her true colors, hiding under the guise of just wanting to have fun – which, in some twisted way, was what she really wanted after all. Blend them with the truth and leave out some parts, cover the loopholes so that they wouldn't even come up with the idea that there were hidden motives to discover.

She also shouldn't underestimate Marcel. She'd been careful last night. There had been two of his men set on her trail but she had made sure they lost her track and she was confident that Klaus had been smart enough to be careful as well.

There were a few questions to be answered: Did the vampires wear daylight jewelry? Did they take vervein? (That would take away the benefit of Klaus being able to compel about anything and everything) How were they organized?

She'd come in at night but Marcel could still have noticed her daylight ring. She'd have to find out whether he knew that she had one and how to use that to her advantage.

As she went through her stack of clothes she realized that she'd have to go shopping one of these days. She chose a red sleeveless dress and smirked to herself as she eyed herself in the mirror. Then she curled her hair into long, loose curls and added a little makeup. Perfect.

She was on her way to the party when suddenly she found herself yanked into an alleyway and pinned against a wall. Klaus.

She didn't even falter, just raised her eyebrows questioningly.

He smirked down to her. Someone obviously was in a good mood.

"We have to talk," he said. "Preferably somewhere Marcel's little spies can't find us."

She cocked her head to the side.

How to react? There was a good chance he was leading her into a trap, but she had taken her fill of vervein. He could always lock her in some room and wait until it wore off. On the other hand he really benefitted from this situation and she believed she had made her point clear about the fact that her turning it back on was not exactly an option.

She should also play along now, but not too blatantly to raise his suspicions.

"What do you wanna talk about?" she asked, a sweet smile on her face.

She grinded up against him, feeling the arousal evident in his pants. "Or is talking just a synonym for fucking?" she chimed, smiling up at him seductively.

He raised his eyebrows but he didn't seem as easily provoked as the night before.

"How about we take this somewhere else?" he asked, pulling her towards him and then he flashed them away.

They were in a bedroom, not unlike his home back in Mystic Falls, just a lot older. All dark wood interior, combined with the unique New Orleans charm.

For a moment he held her in his embrace, his gaze predatory and a welcomed shiver ran down her spine. Then he took a step back, the grin forming on his face again.

"You will stay here. This is a room in my house that you can now call yours."

She raised her eyebrows and scoffed. "How generous," she chimed, running her hand over a dresser. "But I decline. Wouldn't want you to lock me in here, would I?"

He rolled his eyes in an exaggerating manner, stalking towards her. "Come on love, we are through with this subject. I will not try and make you turn it on again unless you and your little dominance fantasies go a little overboard."

She turned away from him, chuckling lightly, looking at herself in the mirror. "Dominance fantasies? I didn't realize those bothered you that much last night."

He stepped in behind her, placing his hands on her hips and leaned in until his lips brushed her ear.

"I most certainly don't appreciate people taking my blood without my particular allowance to do so," he whispered, his voice low and she could feel his breath against her ear.

She suppressed the urge to gulp and locked her gaze with his in the mirror.

"You know, threatening me is not the way to get me to live at your place," she hummed as she watched one of his hands travelling upwards, cupping her breast.

He lowered his mouth to her pulse point and sucked on it without warning. She let out a moan, leaning farther into him.

"Damon could arrive here any moment. I will not have you unprotected," he whispered against the wet skin on her neck, creating goose bumps down her arms.

"Yeah," she responded, running her hand over his arm. "Leaving myself at the mercy of the devil in order to protect myself from a low life demon – sounds like the perfect plan." Her voice was husky and her eyelids fell half shut as his fingers pushed down her dress and exposed her breasts.

"Oh, love," he chuckled, a dark glint in his eyes as they met hers in the mirror. "But you already are. It's too late to remake that decision."

He grabbed hold of her breast, massaging it roughly as his fingers slid over her nipple, causing another moan to erupt from her throat.

"Who said I wanted to remake it?" she asked, smirking back at him in the mirror while pushing her hand between them, sliding over the bulge in his pants.

He let out a gasp and then sucked on her pulse point again, this time she felt the soft sting of his fangs against them. She felt another shiver run down her spine as she remembered the last time he had tasted her blood. In some twisted way, it turned her on even more. A wide smile spread on her face as she let out a sigh, eyes vacant. Oh, how she loved being twisted.

"I have something to talk to you about as well," she moaned and he raised his lips to her ear again. Their eyes met in the mirror again and she saw the raw hunger in his.

His other hand slid down her thigh, pushing up the fabric of her skirt until she could see her panties in the mirror. His fingers hovered beside them, touching her skin just right next to where she wanted him to.

"And what would that be?" he asked her, his scruff grazing over the skin of her cheek.

"Marcel…" she said, and he stilled for a moment. She saw a glint of jealousy in his eyes. She smirked.

"Does he have a daylight ring? What about his entourage? Do they have vervein?"

Klaus raised his eyebrows and his fingers continued their assault of her breast, suddenly pinching it almost painfully and she let out a little squeal. He chuckled.

"Smart girl. Yes, they do use vervein. Most of the vampires are nightwalkers but the ones closest to him, his family," he said they word with a dripping menace and she watched his eyes darken considerably. Oh, poor Klausy was jealous. She smirked again. "have daylight rings."

He ran his fingers over her panties, the hunger returning to his eyes as both of them felt how ready she was. She heard him let out a low growl as she bucked backwards against the bulge in his pants. For a moment she saw his eyes turning golden but it was gone as soon as she had spotted it.

The idea excited her even more.

She'd just love to enrage him enough to make him bite her but chances were that the maneuver would backfire on two accounts: 1. She didn't want to push it with him again just yet 2. He most likely wouldn't bite her out of anger with the guilt still weighing heavy on his shoulders.

What was this change of mood anyway? Last night he'd been all indecisive, impulsive and desperate, now he seemed like he had made up his mind.

"Bite me," she said, locking her eyes with his again and for a moment she saw a frown appear on his face. She grinded up against him again, making him gasp involuntarily and buck his hips against hers, trapping her between the dresser and his back.

His eyes turned dark and unreadable again as he pulled her back a little and slid a hand into her panties, taking her by surprise. She gasped, grabbing onto the dresser as she felt him enter to fingers into her without warning.

"You don't trust me enough to sleep in my house but you trust me enough to heal you?" he whispered against her ear, the words sounding strangely erotic as he moved his fingers inside her, his thumb brushing over her clit. She mewled, her eyes falling shut for a moment as she leant forward a little, her hair cascading off her shoulder, barely covering his view of her breast in the mirror.

She giggled, another wide smirk spreading on her lips as her eyes were still half closed but fixed on his intense glare in the mirror.

"Come on Klaus, I know you like the taste of my blood. I know you liked it last time."

He froze again, his eyes turning to stone.

She chuckled. "Oh, don't be shy. Don't tell me I'm the only one with a dirty mind here."

For a moment she saw a bit of the vulnerability of last night reflected in his eyes but then it was gone again, replaced by a darkness that made her breath stumble again.

He moved his hand up from her breast while his other hand started working her again and brushed aside her hair, granting him free access to her pulse point.

His face changed, the veins appearing under his eyes that were now golden and she stared back at the reflection of the beast, an exhilarating feeling rushing over her. He opened his mouth and fascinated she looked at his fangs. There were two sets of them and they were longer than hers. She felt another shiver run down her spine as she watched him slowly bring his mouth to her neck, tilting her head to the side a little. Their eyes connected once again in a fiery blaze of lust until he closed his and bit down, sinking his fangs into her flesh and she moaned.

It hurt but at the same time it felt good, ecstatic. The image of the red head she had killed flashed back to her mind and she smiled as she moaned again and realized just what exactly that special little girl had meant. His fingers kept sliding in and out of her and he quickened up the pace until the combined sensations of him sucking her blood and his hand touching her send a sudden, powerful orgasm over her. Her fingers clutched onto the dresser and she let out a series of gasps and moans as he slowly removed his fangs from her neck and his hand kept moving, riding her out of her high.

She was breathing heavily as their gazes connected again.

He raised his hand from her panties and licked his fingers clean, all the while staring holes into her and she found herself aroused again. His face changed and he was about to bite his wrist but she shook her head, still panting.

"No," she hummed, lowly "Not yet."

He frowned and she smirked, bending forward over the dresser and grinding into him with the motion. "Take me," she whispered and she heard his breath stumble.

He chuckled. He ripped down her panties and she heard him unbuckle his pants.

He bent down towards her, one hand on her hip, his tip brushing her entrance and she felt his lips against her ear again.

"Under one condition," he whispered, his voice raspy as his other hand clutched into her hair, turning her head towards him slightly.

She looked at him and she saw his expression turn serious in the blink of an eye.

"You don't let Marcel touch you."

She laughed, throwing her head back a little. Oh, jealousy. Precious.

She raised her eyebrows, licking her lips. She bucked her hips back against him, his tip entering her in the process, but his hand held her in place. She saw his eyebrow twitch.

"You sure?" she asked, chuckling. "We could do a threesome."

She saw the rage flare up in his eyes again. "You're mine," he growled and she felt another wave of excitement tingle over her at his possessiveness. She smirked at him, triumph on her face.

Oh no, Klaus, I am not yours. I belong to no one but myself.

But rules were there to be broken, weren't they?

"Fine," she chimed and he pushed her lips towards his with his grasp on her hair at the back of her head, kissing her while he entered her in one clean motion until he was buried to the hilt.

She gasped into his mouth, kissing him back as he started to move, fast and hard and a wail left her lips at the pleasure the friction created.

She could feel the pain radiating off her shoulder around the area of the bite and it only added up to the sensation. Pleasure and pain, alright.

She broke the kiss, turning her head away and he leant back a little for a better angle, hitting a deeper spot inside of her as he kept thrusting into her again and again at a merciless pace.

At this rate things wouldn't last long, she already felt another high building up.

A low moan left his lips as she pushed back against him and he quickened his pace even more, the dresser shaking beneath them, leaving damage on the wall while the mirror shook, too.

Swiftly she took hold of his arm, ripping it up to her mouth and bit down.

She heard him growl in protest but he didn't stop moving as his blood hit her tongue and almost instantly she came, a low, raspy noise leaving her throat.

He followed her and another growl left his throat as he pushed into her hard, one last time and she heard and felt something in the dresser break beneath her.

She was panting heavily but she chuckled as they remained like this for a while until he took a step back, closing his pants and she bent up and rearranged her dress.

She ran a hand through her hair and turned towards him, smirking.

He frowned, eyeing the dresser.

"That was an antique," he said, his tone less bothered than his words implied.

She giggled. "Wonderful. I like breaking precious things."

He raised his eyebrows, hard gaze fixed on hers again and shook his head in feigned disbelief.

"Where's the bathroom?" she asked, eyeing the bloodstains on her neck in the mirror.

He pointed towards one of the two doors. "There," he said.

"Let's not make Marcel wait," she chimed, making her way to said door.

It could be calculated on his part but so far it seemed like she had him exactly where she wanted him. A wide smile was plastered on her face as she entered the party. Klaus would follow afterwards, he was still keen on not having Marcel learn about their connection.

The blood sharing had really been one hell of an experience.

She let her eyes wander through the crowd in order to find Marcel but instead she found something else. Her eyes widened in surprise for a second as halted.

In the middle of the crowd was the red head she had killed just yesterday, smiling her feigned innocent smile at her.