Another KPOV Chapter! You'll notice I write him much different than I do Caroline. He swears more, it's a little more vulgar and his thoughts a little darker. But I feel like that keeps him in character! Please please PLEASE let me know what you guys think of this chapter. It would be greatly appreciated! -Cheers! (P.S. Sorry for any grammar mistakes! 2 AM editing session yo.)
Klaus's point of view
Her insistence that I leave is infuriating. Blood boils in my fingers is they find her neck, damp with a sheen of sweat from the heated moment, I love that I have this effect on her. I wonder briefly if I'd had her hungry, as she seems to be now, before she allowed her walls to come down...
"No," I growl, moving my mouth to the soft skin of her throat, feeling goose-bumps rise there from where my lips leave a trail down her neck.
Sliding her hands across my back, her nails press into me, so slightly I'm not even sure she realizes she's done it. I moan against her mouth, my muscles coil under her possessive touch. Feeling her attempts to bring an end to this heated minute, I take charge. Stepping closer even, I move my leg between hers, letting her feel me against her bare thigh.
It works as I'd hoped. She relaxes against me, arching her back, tilting her hips towards mine—she's out of her own control, and it's an addicting thing to witness. Her body shivers against mine, and it radiates through me. Taunting me.
"Klaus," She sighs, I can't be sure if this is an involuntary purr of pleasure, or an attempt to scold me for not complying with the rules. Either way, it causes my already fiercely pulsing blood to launch into overdrive, matching her heavy breaths with my own. Unable to remember a time, when a woman was able to make me feel this way, this turned on—with merely her words, and her mouth against mine. My entire body aches to be with her, take her right here, move with her—inside her..."I need to go inside."
Jesus Christ.
Reluctantly, I let her pull away a few inches; she shakes her head, as if to clear it. But when she opens her eyes, they burn with groggy passion.
"I'll come," I say, leaning into her once again, but allowing her silent request for space between our bodies be granted, the cool night air feels like ice as it slips through the small gap between us.
She laughs, it's breathy and weak, placing a firm hand against my sternum, she pushes me back a step. Taking the step with me, she stays close, very close.
"You can try, but I doubt the man of the house would invite you in."
God Damn it.
That human bartender is what stands in the way of me; making love to the woman I've forgotten how to live without, late into the night. I'm beginning to regret this plan for the hundredth time since it was put into action not eight hours ago.
"Hey. This is just temporary." My expression must have given away my distaste for the sleeping arrangements, because she's all of a sudden gotten her let-me-fix-your-hurt expression on her face, "Believe me I would rather come home with you..." Snaking her arms around me, she pulls her body against mine once again, and nuzzles my neck playfully.
I close my eyes.
Alright, if you're ever going to walk away from this; without tearing her clothing off and throwing her against the railing once again, it's time to leave.
With great caution, and self restraint, I slowly mirror her actions, winding my arms around her small frame, holding her to me with little force. Allowing room for her to make the decision to pull away first.
"Mmmm..." She purrs against my neck, her hum vibrating through my bones, rekindling the fire I've been working on drowning with self restraint and gentlemanly conduct.
Shit. Take your hands off her, now—
"Hey Caroline," Matt's voice interrupts my fiery train of thought. My hands fall from her hips instantly. I'm essentially grateful for the distraction from her glorious body. The insipid human boy is holding out a cordless phone for Caroline to take from him, he's covering the mouth piece, making it obvious there's someone on the line. "You're moms on the phone." He glances my way quickly, his eyes narrowing a smallest of fractions.
Caroline nods, hesitating a moment before reaching her hands around my neck, pulling my mouth to hers for the briefest of seconds before releasing me from her fervent touch completely.
I raise an eyebrow at her, challenging her in front of Matt, for something better than that. But I know that's all she will give me... At least with a witness. She smiles coyly before slipping around me, her hand tailing across my abdomen as she passes. I let out a heavy breath, relishing the seemingly casual way she touches me. Finally.
"Thanks Matt," Reaching out, she retrieves the phone from his out stretched hand. Matt offers her a warm smile, but as she passes him into the house, his expression cools as we're left alone.
"Hey mom," Caroline sighs into the phone, her voice muffled slightly as she wanders deeper into the house.
Matt's uncomfortable stance is amusing as he leans against the side of the house. His eyes narrowing deeper as he stares me down. I'm sure it would seem intimidating, if his defensiveness over a woman who's so much stronger, so much brighter than himself, wasn't so ridiculous.
"I suppose I'm obligated to thank you," I push my hands into my pockets, relishing in his unease as I mimic his posture, leaning against the railing across from him. My mind fleeting back to a minute ago when I had Miss. Forbes, captive against this very fence. I enjoyed the company more so than now.
He shrugs, looking stiff, "Not really," He crosses his arms across his chest and stares daggers my way. "I didn't do it for you."
I chuckle, shaking my head.
"And I suppose I should thank you for cutting your porch sex session short. 'Preciate it." His voice is thick with sarcasm and bitterness.
I'm unable to keep my amusement to myself as I watch him squirm with discomfort. "Don't worry mate." Leaning forward for dramatic effect, I smirk. "I didn't do it for you."
I watch as he looks angrier as my words sink in. Giving me immense satisfaction.
"It bugs you doesn't it?" pushing himself off of the wall, he takes a few steps towards me. He looks less uncomfortable and more vengeful now. This should be good. "The fact that I can protect her and you can't."
Fuck.
Feeling the veins around my eyes ripple to the surface dangerously.
"The fact that she needs to be here, because of you. Because you're the one who keeps putting her in danger." He's in front of me now.
A growl grows deep in my throat; I stare at this human in front of me. Imagining the thousands of ways I could make him suffer.
"I'm not scared of you." Matt continues.
When I don't make a move, he takes a step away, his casual stance resuming. "So if you could get off my por—"
Lifting his hand, as if to shove my shoulder, a dismissal. Before he can make contact with my shoulder, or get another aggravating word out, I grab his wrist, wrenching it sideways.
It's not until I hear the pop of his fingers, and the shock in his face that I've registered the damage. I watch as he cringes in pain, holding fast to his broken fingers for another second, savoring the feeling of his suffering, before I release my grip.
"Ahh," He looks at his hand now, examining the damage.
Hearing a few footsteps from inside, it sounds as if Caroline were approaching; I stop to listen for her to continue, but the movement has halted.
"Like I said," Watching as he glowers at me, holding his broken right hand, "I'm obligated to thank you."
"Go to H—"
"So thank you." I spit at him.
His resentment is palpable. Possible jealousy. He gets to spend time with her, my time. The thought makes me ill.
After another second, he turns, stocking back into the house and disappearing through the doorway.
I listen as he walks further into the house, his quiet footsteps fade.
"I love you too, goodnight." Caroline's voice slices through my anger, tearing a hole in it, causing it to fall flat.
Caroline. Sweet, compassionate Caroline. Caroline's friend's broken hand...
Shit.
Leaning against the railing once again, I close my eyes, and pinch the bridge of my nose hard. Making a point of blocking out the conversation between the two of them that is inevitably unfolding in the deep corners of the mansion. Well done Niklaus. Well fucking done.
Its only minutes when I hear her quiet footsteps approaching the door.
Leaning against the doorframe, she crosses her arms across her chest. Avoiding her eyes for only as long as I can. Her expression is unreadable.
"You have to go."
No. Damn it, she's stubborn. I tense.
"I have to get some sleep, and you have a lot of explaining to do to Elijah."
I frown; this is not the lecture I expected. I'd anticipate yelling, clawing, accusing, possible homicide. Not a mellow justification of an early night's sleep, and a mild request for a conversation with my brother. I relax slightly at her calm demeanor, a frown deepening on my brow.
He didn't tell her.
Standing straight, I test her. Taking a few steps towards her, gauging her body, the way she moves back slightly into the house. Blinking at me, she tilts her head into the shadows of the door, warning in her eyes. As if daring me not to come any closer...
The invisible barricade bringing back the memory the witch, trapping me in the doppelgangers living room. So close to her, yet unable to do a thing but watch, listen to her demand compassion and honor from me. Saying it like she truly believed it existed, somewhere, deep inside me.
As I come to stand in front of the doorway, she timidly reaches out her arms, sliding them around my shoulders, leaning out of the door. Cautiously, I tilt my forehead to meet hers. Resting there, she closes her eyes.
"I love you."
Her voice is soft, calm and collected. Confident.
I sigh, sliding my hands up around her hips. I groan as I feel my finger tips hit the infuriating barrier of the doorway before I can pull her towards me; control her every move... My thumbs rest on the top of her skirt, the bare skin there is warm, soft. Teasing.
"I like the way that sounds." I tell her, watching as her closed eyelids flutter with my breath on them.
"Mmmh... Me too."
I smile at her cue. Her eyes blink open, watching me intently.
Slowly, I glide my hands up her rib cage, over her shoulders, and cup her face. Forcing her eyes to meet mine, I try to portray as much honesty I'm capable of in this look. Her shaking intake of breath is my only encouragement I've done something correct.
"I have loved you, Caroline Forbes... Since the night you walked out on me at my own party." Recalling the night she spilled out harsh words in the drawing room, honesty hitting me in the stomach like a stiff punch. My mind replaying the memory of her words.
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Loosening my tie, I unbutton the top button of my tuxedo shirt.
"Where's mother?" Kol saunters into dark room, the only light coming from the large fireplace in the corner. I take a long swig from a bottle of well aged scotch, before he snatches it from me, taking a long pull for himself.
"Probably with Fin." I growl, watching the coals in the fire collapse in on themselves, buckling under the hot flames. Glowing red and blue.
"Sour mood are we Nik?" I hear his smirk, and roll my eyes, turning to my drunken brother.
"It's past your bedtime Kol," My words are drowned out by shrill giggles coming from the hall. Looking over his shoulder, two young and obviously intoxicated women stumble on their heels, leaning on each other for support as they laugh at something, I can't imagine what.
Both have large, jagged looking bites into their neck and wrists, no doubt this having something to do with their instability.
"Friends of yours?" I raise an eyebrow at my younger brother, and his smile widens.
"You're right," He points at me, taking another long drink from the bottle before tossing it my way. I catch it easily, a few drops landing on the cuff of my jacket. "It is way past my bed time." And with that, he turns from me, laying a possessive arm around each girl, assisting them in the strenuous task of staying upright.
"They're bleeding on my wood floors." I murmur, receiving only an exasperated glance over his shoulder, before wobbling towards his bedroom, the two women stumbling along beside him.
"Well I'm spoken for, by Tyler."
"I thought you two ended things..."
"Yeah, because of you and your freaky sirebond with him!"
"So you aren't spoken for then..."
Beautiful silence.
Taking another drink from the long-necked bottle, I place is on my desk with a loud smack; taking a seat at the chair, I remove a yellowing piece of art board from under an antique paperweight from Baijing.
Sliding a dark brown pencil between my fingers, I feel the tip. It's dull, and jagged. Grazing down at the blank paper, I narrow my eyes, trying to push the image of Miss. Forbes from my mind to no avail.
Leaning back in my chair, I slip the pencil behind my ear and close my eyes.
"I get it. Your father didn't love you so you assume no one else will either. And that's why you compel people, or you sire them, or try to buy them off, but—that's not how it works. You don't connect with people, cause you don't even try to understand them—"
Loud, high pitched female laughter sparks sharp from Kol's bedroom— my eyes snap open.
Removing my sharpener from the top drawer, I twist the end of the pencil inside it, against the blades. Letting the shavings fall to the floor, I begin to draw the only thing, right now, that assists in me block out the rest of reality.
Time has gone by unnoticed, the pencil is dull, and the ink from my pen bleeds dark on the nearly white paper.
Thank you for your honesty
Klaus.
"Where are you going?" Elijah frowns.
"Out."
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"And I will spend the rest of my life trying to understand every part of you."
She says nothing, but leans closer, brushing her lips across my jaw. Listening to her heart hammer in her chest, I turn, stealing her mouth for my own once more before she's withdrawing.
"Goodnight."
"Sweet dreams Caroline," I say, hating the thought of going to home, to sleep in the bed she so usually frequents. "I'll see you tomorrow." It's not a question.
Pushing the door mostly shut, she smiles, peering out at me in the night, completely at her mercy.
"Of course you will."
And with that, she disappears behind the door. Out of site.
I hear her sigh deeply as she leans against the door from the other side, taking deep breaths in and out. I smile as her body betrays her, giving away her hidden, out of control side. After a minute, I hear her kick off her shoes, and make her way further into the house.
Tonight I lay silently, on top of the made bed, I will myself to relax, focus on slowing down my train of thought as each possible scenario plays through my mind at a hundred miles an hour.
Eventually, giving up on any hopes of dozing, I do the only thing I can think of. Pulling a large blank canvas from behind my headboard, I prop it on an easel shoved carelessly in the corner of the room. Rubbing my eyes with the heels of my palms, and running a hand through my hair— I begin a new project.
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