It started innocent enough. His hand brushing against hers when he handed her the champagne glass at his mother's ball, she was oddly surprised at the warmth of it, almost as if expecting it to be as cold as his dead heart.
That night she dreamt about a warm hand brushing against hers.
The next evening at the Grill when she utilized her skills as Klaus' distraction for the first time, she noted how easily Klaus could switch from evil murderer to charming suitor. When he asked her about her hopes and dreams, her eyes could not help but watch the way he lightly bit his lip. She never noticed before how plump, pink and perfect they were, she wondered how they would felt kissing hers and she snapped her eyes back up to meet his, reminding herself who she was talking to.
That night she dreamt about a warm hand brushing across her body and soft pink lips against hers.
At the decade dance she hated him. She hated that he was the reason she couldn't be with Tyler, and Tyler was forced to undergo terrible pain just to be free of this tyrant. But when they danced, she could not help the shiver that passed through her body as he whispered in her ear, the vibrations ghosting down her neck. Even though she scoffed at what he said, her body enjoyed the bass of his voice far more than she liked.
That night she dreamt of a warm hand brushing across her body, soft pink lips against hers, and sweet promises being whispered in her ear.
When Alaric kept her hostage in the school, she believed she would die. There stood a man in front of her with no emotions, no compassion, no feelings and while she knew she was just used as bait to get Elena to the school she didn't for one minute think he would let her just walk out.
When Klaus grabbed her in the hallway, she thought it was the end for her that Alaric had caught her again and there no more second chances. Klaus' voice calmed her, which was alarming on its own but even through the pain, the fear and the anxiety, she could not help but notice the way her body seemed to fit so perfectly against his, the way his strong arms encompassed her and the way that even though she was being held by a murderous monster she still felt safe.
The next day, she celebrated his demise.
But that night she dreamt of a warm hand brushing across her body, soft pink lips against her own, sweet promises being whispered in her ear and a firm body behind her, keeping her safe.
Playing the distraction was not a fun role. Caroline never claimed to be perfect, but her honesty was a characteristic that she reveled in. Whilst she knew Tyler and Stefan had a greater cause, it still made her feel uncomfortable to use someone's affections for her against them, even if that someone was a sociopath. When she joined him at the bar for a drink, he stomach dropped when she saw the hopeful way his eyes caressed her, almost as if believing his chance had finally come.
She gulped nervously. His unrelenting affection for her always unnerved her. She accepted his drink, causing the charade to go on further, and she saw how his eyes continued to rake over her form while he thought she wasn't noticing.
That night she dreamt of a warm hand brushing across her body, soft pink lips against her own, sweet promises being whispered in her ear, a firm body keeping her safe and blue eyes worshipping her.
Miss Mystic Falls was always her favorite town event, even as a child when her father took her religiously every year as his date. It was one of the highlights of her life when Gina Fell, the Miss Mystic winner when Caroline was seven, allowed her to try on the crown and she knew that one day she will win the title. Ten years later, the crown was hers.
He was an attentive date, giving her space but always being there when she needed him. His teasing of her was a welcome distraction from Elena's odd behavior, Jeremy's disappearance, and Hayley's enjoyment of playing house with Tyler. His laughter, so careless and youthful, left an odd, warm feeling in her stomach. It made her feel almost as if she constantly wanted to make him laugh like that. Wishing they could just forget the cure, the supernatural and the past.
That night she dreamt of a warm hand brushing across her body, soft pink lips against her own, sweet promises being whispered in her ear, a firm body keeping her safe, blue eyes worshipping her and a soft familiar laughter making her smile.
Insecurity is a bitch. It doesn't matter how many beauty pageants you win or boyfriends you have, insecurity tends to rear its ugly head when you least expect it. She knew that Klaus loved her, that much was obvious. He was a cruel man but not with her, with her he was kind and charming, even when she was her worst to him, he still remained hopeful and persistent. That was until he stabbed her with a hat stand.
She did not know him well enough to know whether he would cut off his nose to spite his face, if he would let her die, to punish Tyler but she did know that he would regret it. Even though he, who had made her feel important, had diminished her to collateral damage again.
In her delusional state, she revealed all to him, not knowing whether she would live to breathe another breath. The last thing she saw was his tear stained face before her eyes closed and his bleeding wrist was placed against her mouth. His blood was sensational, her usual B+ was water compared to his fine wine.
That night she dreamt of a warm hand brushing across her body, soft pink lips against her own, sweet promises being whispered in her ear, a firm body keeping her safe, blue eyes worshipping her, a soft familiar laughter making her smile and delicious blood filling her.
Time had passed since he had driven Tyler out of town and she had rejected him again on the porch and emotions-less Elena had brought her guilt-ridden, inappropriate thoughts about Klaus to light. She was wary about seeing him, knowing that Elena had been right, knowing that every interaction with him, good and bad, just added to her already twisted fantasy.
When Stefan invited him to join them find where Silas was planning to sacrifice the witches, she knew it was a bad idea. Especially since Elena exposed her dirty little secret to the public, it became harder not to picture him doing sinful deeds to her, on the couch in the Salvatore living room, on the table in Professor Shane's office, in the woods. She knew it was wrong, she willed herself to stop, he was the reason she wasn't with Tyler, as she forced herself to believe that if she were still with Tyler she wouldn't be having these thoughts.
As the realization hit her that she had killed 12 witches, she wanted nothing more than to have his arms around her, that same arms that she watched with rolled-up sleeves dig 12 graves, cleaning up her mess. She wanted to be covered in his scent, for him to tell her that she was going to be okay but when he rejected her she found herself missing something she never had.
That night she dreamt of a warm hand brushing across her body, soft pink lips against her own, sweet promises being whispered in her ear, a firm body keeping her safe, blue eyes worshipping her, a soft familiar laughter making her smile, delicious blood filling her and strong arms comforting her.
Every five minutes her phone would buzz and his name would flash across her screen. She was pissed with him, he was worse than a Katy Perry song, hot and cold, hot and cold. The 'ignore' button was his punishment; he couldn't expect her to jump whenever he was feeling particularly charming.
After the 28th missed call she decided to see what the hell the emergency was, and that was when she found him shirtless and sweaty on the floor of his mansion. He was beautiful. She almost wasn't surprised; he didn't have the decency to have a less-than-perfect body. Even in his moment of pain, she could not help to imagine her hands and her tongue tracing his defined abs, the V that stuck out from his pants…She shuddered, blinking to regain rational thoughts.
His touch was electric and as he held her hand to thank her, and in that moment she felt so much affection for that broken man, that despite all the wrongs that he had done he kept pulling her back in, and helping him just felt right.
That night she dreamt of a warm hand brushing across her body, soft pink lips against her own, sweet promises being whispered in her ear, a firm body keeping her safe, blue eyes worshipping her, a soft familiar laughter making her smile, delicious blood filling her, strong arms comforting her, and her hands tracing over hard, perfect abs.
Relief hit her first. Him moving away meant that he wouldn't be able to bother anymore, that he couldn't wear her down, add to her fantasy. She hoped the dreams would stop now that it no longer had fodder on which to feed. But the absence of him, made her feel far emptier than she realized.
She kept recalling the time they did spend together, noticing little things that she missed before, thinking about it at a different angle, trying to fathom what he thought in that moment, and the fantasies would begin.
What began as innocent, a small role in a big dream had become center stage. Every night he haunted her: caressing her, kissing her, whispering to her, making her feel things that she had never felt before. No matter how late she went to sleep or how preoccupied her mind was, her dreams would eventually feature an accented and dimpled blonde man pleasing her over and over again. But the next morning she would wake up, put on her best smile, and suppress all thoughts of the blonde demon.
A/N: Sooooo what do you think? Too redundant? Boring? Really confusing? Get back to writing sex Caryn?
Also I changed my Tumblr url if you were considering chatting, requesting or following, it's carolinemykhaleesi :)