A/N: Hey, guys! Kind of a quick update. This hasn't been beta'd since I wanted to get it out pretty soon, so please excuse any mistakes you find.
Chapter Sixteen: This Is Not a Fairy tale
Caroline's supple cheek brushed against the smooth, hard pane of the chest beneath her. She could feel her lips still stretched out from the previous night. Not surprising, considering that her entire night was filled with fantasies of the guy underneath her.
She lifted her head, waking up to the sight of Klaus's serene countenance, watching him take one languid breath after another in his slumber. It was astounding just how innocent even the most malignant person could appear in such a vulnerable state, not that she would ever wholly believe that Klaus could be vulnerable.
Her hand reached out to his face, intent on stroking his stubbly cheek with the back of her hand.
Klaus's hand wrapped around her wrist with a firm grip and flipped her onto her back as he grounded himself between her legs.
She screamed and panted as she registered Klaus's smug face looming over her. "You're such a jerk!" She pushed against his naked chest, having minimal effect. He laughed at her futile efforts. "Don't do that! I'm paranoid enough walking down the hall."
Klaus dropped down to his forearms, nose to nose with Caroline. His eyes scanned her carefully. "You have no reason to. Nothing will happen to you ever again. Trust me, Caroline."
"I do," she assured him. "It just that... it's a force of habit, you know?"
He stared at her like his eyes were piercing into her soul. "You have no idea."
They laid there, time seeming to have completely escaped them, paralyzed by each other's all-consuming gazes. Caroline couldn't begin to fathom their connection, but in moments like these, she would swear it was as if their souls were anything but two separate entities.
Klaus captured her lips in his, his hands grasping the messy tendrils behind her head.
Caroline moaned against his mouth, inviting his tongue into her warm mouth. She sucked on his tongue, drawing a growl from his throat. Moisture already began to pool between her legs and Klaus's lips formed into an arrogant grin simultaneously.
He nibbled on her bottom lip and she sighed with pleasure, her fingers running through the curls on his head.
"Klaus..." she hummed as he released her lips from his slow torture.
"Yes, love...?" He ran his nose along the underside of her jaw, sending goosebumps shooting down her back. "I thought I should make it up to you for giving you a fright." His full lips grazed the delicate skin of her neck beside her pulse. The slight contact leaving a burning sensation across her skin.
"How selfless of you." She raised a dubious brow and sat up, Klaus still laid between her legs. "You know, I do remember I was promised a date, and if memory serves, sex usually comes after the date."
"Well, I was never one to conform to social norms," he quipped. "And something tells me neither are you." His hand brushed up her bare inner thigh, his fingers reaching the hem of her skimpy cotton shorts.
A surge of heat immediately shot towards the damp juncture between her legs. Her thighs feeling propensity to clamp shut.
Klaus smiled haughtily, looking all too pleased with himself. "Your arousal smells divine, love, and it tastes absolutely sinful. Don't be modest." Pressing his searing lips against her knees, his eyes never broke eye contact with hers.
Caroline's entire body tightened and she groaned. She couldn't explain into words how much she wanted that wicked mouth of his to twist her into whatever shape it wanted for the entire morning, but the obtrusive feeling in her heart urged her to recollect her thoughts. "Klaus?" Managing to untangle her legs from his body, she laid back down beside him, resting on her elbow. "I am really horny for you right now, but... I don't want that to distract me today. I want to know you. I want to know everything you'll allow me to know and everything that I find out about you."
Klaus stared back at her with intensity. "The feeling is mutual."
She felt her cheeks heat and she dropped her eyes for a moment. It wasn't fair for her to hold back when Klaus was granting her a day to peruse through his mind, she was well aware. She just needed time; time for her to feel comfortable with the idea of sharing this part of her heart with someone. Her excuse had always been that they wouldn't understand, or they couldn't be trusted. Klaus fell into neither of those categories. He was different.
"Klaus... there are so many things I want to tell you."
"Then tell me, Caroline," he urged. "What are you afraid of? Whatever demons you bear, they cannot hold a torch to mine, believe me. Everything I learn of you augments my reverential view of you."
She sighed. "Can we just leave this topic for another conversation? Please? I know I probably sound like an enormous hypocrite right now, but I would just rather not be blindsided when I say my sob story out loud for the first time." Klaus was struck by her words, and she took the opportunity to press a chaste kiss to his lips and head for the bathroom to get ready for the day.
With Caroline's hand folded into the crook of his elbow, Klaus led her through one of the secret pathways that led up to a flight of stairs. His siblings were aware of its existence, but they knew better than to ever disturb him here.
"So are you going to tell me where exactly you're taking me?" Caroline smiled, her nerves conspicuous in her voice.
"I do love a good surprise, sweetheart." He met her inquisitive eyes, astonished by how much light still filled those blue orbs. It was the most peculiar thing he had ever witnessed. Caroline Forbes was a walking irony. They couldn't be more alike, but there were moments, where he could catch glimpses and believed that they were polar opposites.
Setting his hand against the heavy door, it glided open for Caroline, and he followed her inside. His eyes never left her vibrant face, analyzing every slight twitch of her features.
Caroline's countenance exemplified the epitome of wonder. In that moment, she wasn't a malicious girl haunted by her past; she was simply a girl who shared his appreciation for the beauty of the world. That was what made Caroline so utterly beautiful to him. She wasn't shallow, in the sense that she didn't see the world through black and white eyes, she saw everything in color, just as himself.
"Klaus," she breathed out, turning back to him. "These are your paintings, aren't they?" Lifting one of the dried canvases to eye level, she carefully examined a painting of a stallion, its glossy coat a deep crimson red with black tints swirled into the rich color. The wide coal eyes burned like the souls found in the darkest pits in hell. It was like a beast meant for Satan's designated driver.
Her hand reached out to the demonic creature like she felt a pull towards it, like it called to her.
Caroline wore her darkness like robes of the finest silk and she allowed herself to be consumed in it from head to toe. Klaus had never felt more irrevocably entranced by another creature. Every move she made, every breath she took, it all drew him even deeper into her clutches.
He fingered the back of her hand, guiding her petite one to the delicate painting, and her eyes connected with his as they examined the painting together.
"He's beautiful," she stated.
His lips curved up slightly. "Not many would agree."
"Well then those people need to readjust their perception of beauty."
Klaus brought his other hand to her face, his thumb gently swiping across the top of her cheek. "He would have liked you. You have quite a bit in common."
Caroline's cheeks heated as her brows lifted simultaneously. "This was your horse?"
He nodded.
"What was his name? What was he like?"
"Theodore." He ignored the dull pain in his heart and feigned his trademark arrogant expression. "He was a warrior, extremely intelligent, and he was loyal."
The blonde coyly dropped her eyes, a small smile on her lips. "We haven't even been together that long. How can you know that third part?"
Klaus's hands slid down to her hips, the uneven lacey texture of her creamy dress heating up his skin. He smirked when he heard Caroline suck in a breath. "Because I've spent enough time with Theodore to recognize loyalty in anyone's eyes."
Caroline appeared like there were over fifty different things she was trying to say, but all her words were lost in her throat. Her mouth stretched out into a toothy grin as she tilted her head up. He couldn't put into words the amount of pleasure that Caroline's happiness incited in him. He was the most selfish person he had known, aside from his siblings, so the emotions he was experiencing in these moments had him wholly perplexed.
She pressed her lips against his, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He moaned as her little tongue swirled inside his mouth, stroking every inch of him. His hands tightened against her hips and pressed her against his body more firmly. Klaus's lips responded more ardently, imprinting his lips onto hers until they were red and swollen.
He swore that he could just drown in her dark and sweet taste. She was so soft in his arms. He would give just about anything to take everything she had to offer, without limitations and without consequence; he would indulge her for eternity.
Caroline's warm breath warmed his now swollen lips, still aching for hers. Her blue eyes peeked up from behind her long lashes, teasing him with her playful eyes. "Show me the rest." She broke away from his eyes and led him over to the other canvases by their intertwined hands. "So what are these?"
Klaus wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her snug against his side. "These are some of my landscapes. One is a metaphor for post-modernism and the other a metaphor for loss of innocence."
Caroline seemed stricken by the latter half of his answer. Picking up the painting, her eyes adhered to the dark colors, her focus remaining on the broken child, seeming lost in the background. Her eyes weren't ones of pity, in fact, they contained empathy.
"The boy in the painting... it's you, isn't it?" She glanced up at him, morose emotions welling in her eyes.
"Yes." Klaus's features remained hard.
She laced their fingers together and he moved to stand directly behind her so they could admire the painting together. The young child that represented Klaus wasn't just surrounded in darkness, he was drenched in blood. And it wasn't the blood of assault, it was blood of vengeance. He had taken a life, the literal act of loss of innocence.
Klaus watched her expression precariously, waiting for the slightest flinch from fear, but there was none. Caroline simply squeezed his hand, sending chills up the breadth of his arm.
"This boy... you painted him like some savage beast that should be hidden away in the forest... that's how everyone saw him... but I know the truth." She set the painting down and turned in his arms to face him. "That's not how I see him."
"What do you see then?"
"I see someone who was dealt a bad hand in life, and because he went through that hell, he rose above everyone who tried to tear him down. It is human instinct to eradicate anything and everything you fear- I've had a lifetime of therapy to learn that. And that boy in that painting is not a monster. He just has a different perception of morality, which makes him stronger. He's not afraid to fight back, or to take what's his. He feels more strongly than others and sometimes he lets his demons control him, but, nonetheless, he was just a boy."
Spontaneously, Klaus crushed his lips against Caroline's, pushing her back into one of the stone pillars overlooking the floral bushes beneath them. Her mouth responded enthusiastically, moaning as he thrust his tongue into her mouth.
Caroline's soft hands brushed against the sharp stubble on his cheeks, electricity surging through her fingertips.
He nibbled on her bottom lip, his desire for her ignited like dropping a match in a bottle of whiskey.
Caroline hissed, trying to taste as much of him as she could. Her legs wrapped around his hips and Klaus's hands gripped her thighs, hoisting her up so that her core met his hardened groin.
She quickly lapped her tongue at Klaus's full, red lips, smirking when he growled. His eyes were feral, yet intense on a far more different level.
His mouth assaulted her neck with open-mouthed kisses, his lips burning her skin. She threw her head back, exposing even more of her neck for him to torture, and her hands ran through his soft curls. Klaus's name fell from her lips as she purred.
"Caroline..." he sighed against her neck. His lips brushed against hers as their foreheads tenderly met. "You're extraordinary."
Her cheeks flushed a light pink color and she swiped her tongue across her lips. "Because of what?" She had a feeling he was referring to her commentary on the painting, but there had also been the very passionate kissing and groping in between.
Klaus brushed a stray curl away from her face and back in its rightful place. "Everything. Your existence. You are unlike anyone I have ever met before, Caroline Forbes."
Caroline's cheeks exuded a warm glow beneath his fingertips, heat shooting up his arm. She stared back into his eyes, without reservation, only recognition. "I feel the same way about you. You're like... someone I never thought I would find." Her hands continued to cup his face as her fingers brushed against the roughness of his cheek.
He leaned in, his lips meeting hers languidly. Their lips moved together, melting in the softness and sensation of each other's mouths. It was different from the last; this one spoke volumes of the deeper connection they shared, one they would only find in one another.
Klaus forced himself to retract from Caroline's mouth, the bridge of his nose touching hers as they panted against the other's still sensitive lips. He gazed into her light blue eyes, a darker tint smoking her irises, and he knew that he could sever his soul from Caroline's as he could sever his werewolf genes from his vampire.
Composing himself, he set her back on her feet and slipped his hand into hers once more.
"What are you doing?" she asked, breathless and disappointed.
"You said you wanted to save sex after the date." He smirked.
Caroline's face contorted like she was reaching for the memory painfully. "I said that?"
"In fact, you did, love." He pressed a scorching kiss on the back of her hand as he led her back towards the stairs. She shivered along the way, and his grin stretched even wider. "I have plenty more in store for you today. You will be thoroughly... entertained."
Caroline's jaw dropped, her eyes readjusting to the dimly lit room. Klaus had cast down all the lights and the room was engulfed by the glow of the candles that he had artistically placed around the room. The emitting warmth flushed her skin, casting an orange glow against her complexion. There was one round table covered in a cream cloth in the center of the room, a single rose and candle occupying the center of the surface.
"Klaus." She turned to him, throwing her arms around him and jumping into his. "I can't believe you did this!" Pressing her face into his shoulder, she inhaled deeply, taking in his seductive scent. It evoked all the memories she got to drown in his scent, igniting her desire for him all over again.
"Of course I did it," he whispered against her ear. "Because I was doing it for you."
Caroline paused, staring at Klaus, again recognizing that all-encompassing look that no one has ever regarded her with. Immediately, she latched her lips onto his, conveying every fervent emotion he just elicited through this kiss. It was harsh and desperate, and he responded with just as much ardency. His lips scorched hers and her mouth begged to be nothing but a conflagration.
Klaus finally pulled away, giving her room to breathe.
"Thank you..." She met his eyes with reverence.
"Well, I was expecting your gratitude after I made you come the fourth time, but I won't argue. I do have a very skilled tongue, after all." He grinned cockily.
Caroline's cheeks burned red, gaping at his last statement. "Oh, my God. No, I wasn't talking about that. I mean, well, yes, thank you for that too. But, I mean... thank you for reminding me that even the darkest hearts deserve to be loved."
She watched Klaus's face shift from smug to moved, and smiled, placing one more deep kiss on his lips.
His hand was on her lower back as he led her over to the table set for two, pulling her chair out for her. He placed two covered, silver dishes in front of them, and they conversed over their heart's desires during dinner. Klaus had obliged, speaking of his interests as a child, weaving in several comedic stories into his speech. She had felt free to speak of her own interests, meticulous in avoiding heavy subjects.
"Painting from the top of the Eiffel tower is... astounding," Klaus emphasized as he described Paris as one of his favorite places to visit. "Have you been?"
Caroline unconsciously released a heavy sigh. "In between sedations? Oh, yeah, plenty." She couldn't hold back a bitter smile. "I'm sorry. That was unnecessary."
Klaus reached across the table, covering her hand with his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You will one day. We won't just stop at Paris. You'll see every inch of Europe. You can go anywhere, be anyone, do anything that you desire. And if I have any say in the matter, that day will be sooner than you think."
Caroline's entire arm tingled and she had to remind herself to breath. She flashed him a small smile and filled the silence by picking her fork at her food. "So what's your secret?"
Klaus slowly lifted his eyes to meet hers, watching her carefully like he was preparing himself for her to blindside him. "Everything a man keeps close to his chest constitutes as a secret, love. You're going to have to be more specific."
Resting her elbows on the table, Caroline rested her chin on her hands. "You know, how you get everyone to obey you so easily. I mean, your family is intimidating for sure, but killers don't always have common sense. There's always gotta be some idiot who gets himself killed."
"I never said there haven't been such cases," he answered demurely. "We handle those situations as appropriate, and use them as examples. You could call it, 'survival of the fittest.' Those who did not carry intellectually efficient genes for this school died off and there remained those who could learn how to fall in line. My family and I were superior in every aspect in relation to the other students."
Caroline slowly nodded, in agreement with his reasoning. "And what's your philosophy? The one thing that distinctly separates each killer is their code, their decisions on who lives and who dies, the motive that drives them."
"That is the million dollar question, isn't it? What possesses one to take a life? Without mercy." Klaus grinned inscrutably, bringing his glass of wine to his lips. "I choose to preserve those who are above human kind. It's true I hold a bias towards my family, but there are select individuals who surprise me- more like individual." His eyes bored into her, and shivers ran through her. "I have no tolerance for the weak, nor do I acknowledge them. What I have learned from myself and over the years is that strength is earned and those who have suffered the greatest are either one extreme or the other: frail or invincible. The weak are nothing to me. They are what we have for breakfast, akin to a wild buffalo.
"We have the privilege of choosing who we kill and who we spare. I typically do not discriminate, because strangers appear all the same to me. Delinquents, politicians, the elderly, they are all the same. The whole lot of them are inferior to my siblings and I in every way. They are nothing; therefore, they are disposable. I have an intrinsic urge to carve out a man's organs. I kill people because it brings me immense pleasure, because I can, and because I want to."
Caroline slowly nodded, processing his answer. She couldn't help the cold chills that ran down her spine. She didn't doubt that Klaus wouldn't hurt her, but the way he spoke sadistically of the strangers he had killed made her uneasy, because, once upon a time, she had been a stranger to him as well. "If strangers are so disposable, then why didn't you kill me? You had every opportunity to." She had a feeling that she already knew the answer- Klaus hadn't been very subtle in his attempts to seduce her- but she wanted to hear it from him.
Klaus flicked his eyes down to the table. "I hadn't intended for you to be so... captivating." Caroline felt her heart clench slightly inside her chest. "When I first saw you, I found you beautiful, and when you allowed me to see your perplexing darkness, I knew that I would raise hell to make you mine."
Her lips pressed together to hide her flattered smile. "Perplexing?"
"The other girls I've met who also have a taste for spilt blood, they know nothing of life beyond murder and depression. It gets quite dull after a while, believe me. All that brooding, it must be exhausting being them." He rolled his eyes playfully. "You, on the other hand, you still know how to enjoy life as it was meant to be lived. You can still smile and laugh, and your eyes are not wholly shrouded in darkness, even as you take a life."
Caroline swiftly averted her eyes, as if Klaus had just revealed an embarrassing story about her. Her heart rate sped up. This wasn't supposed to happen; Klaus wasn't supposed to notice. She thought that she had been stealthy about maintaining the facade she wanted everyone to see. She should have known better than to think it was that easy to fool Klaus Mikaelson.
Her skin burned at the touch of Klaus's fingers on her chin, tilting it up for her to meet his concerned blue eyes.
"I know," he whispered, and Caroline's breath was caught in her throat. "It doesn't make you weak, Caroline. It makes you strong. Whatever it is that you're hiding from me, it doesn't make you any lesser."
Her breathing became heavy. She scanned his handsome features, disbelief that he would be alright with this, assuming that she knew what he was referring to. Klaus liked her for her darker nature, didn't he?
Everything she knew was starting to smear into one another like watercolors. Her brain was being rattled. The image she had carefully crafted for herself here was gradually being torn away, piece by piece. Now, she could only do what her instincts vociferously told her, what she had longed to do since the morning, and what she believed would reveal Klaus's true feelings.
Caroline stood from her seat and motioned for Klaus to remain seated when he began to rise as well. She sauntered over to him, her lips curling up deviously as she caught his surprised mien. Straddling him in his seat, Klaus's lips stretched out into a lascivious grin, and Caroline looked up at him through hooded eyes, her arms circling his neck. His hands were on her hips, her body heating immediately.
She dragged her hot tongue along his neck, starting from his collarbone, until her tongue was scraping against the sharpness of his stubble. Klaus hissed at the burning sensation Caroline left on his skin, his fingertips aggressively digging into her skin. He immediately hardened, pleasing Caroline.
"Caroline..." he breathed raggedly. She was kissing him maddeningly along his jaw and her teeth were nibbling at his ear. She giggled at the clear sexual frustration in his voice. "Are you trying to distract me?"
Her lips brushed against his, her hands lightly holding his face. "I'm trying to get in your pants. I'm really glad I got to know more about you today. Everything I learn about you reinforces my belief that you're the only person that I could ever be with, and I find you infinitely sexier after today."
Klaus grinned seductively. "Well, I can't argue with that." His hands squeezed her ass, bringing her higher onto him.
Caroline moaned, pushing her lips onto him, one hand trailing down his covered chest, heading south. Klaus's tongue penetrated her lips, and she greedily took him in, letting his tongue pleasure her, flicking and taunting the inside of her mouth. Her hand cupped the hardened bulge in his pants as she simultaneously trapped his bottom lip between her own, sucking down, hard.
He growled mercilessly, his hips bucking into her hand instantly.
She slowly relinquished his lip, biting down on her own to provoke him.
Klaus stared intently at her mouth, his control visibly slipping. He crushed his mouth back onto Caroline's, tasting every inch of her pretty mouth that she offered.
She gasped as she returned his fervent kisses, barely remembering to breathe through her nose.
Klaus rose to his feet, and Caroline hooked her legs around his waist, her hand still firmly grasping him through his pants. The knowledge of Caroline Forbes literally holding him in the palm of her hand sent a thrill through him, of arousal and the unknown.
Caroline felt her back slammed against a smooth wall, Klaus's hot kisses bruising her lips. She felt her panties getting wetter with every new bruise acquired.
All she could think about was getting Klaus naked, inside her, and then lying awake with him for hours. She hummed against him and threw his jacket off his shoulders and ripped his soft button down open, her nails lightly grazing the uneven surface of his sculpted abdominals.
Klaus groaned, the heat she had created at his midsection shot straight down to his growing erection. He ground his hips into her damp core and buried his face into her neck, lips, teeth, and tongue lighting the column of her neck on fire.
Caroline's head fell back as she gasped. Her hands pulled his dirty blonde curls, desperate to hold onto anything. Her panties felt soaked and the hardness now between her legs only inflamed the burning ache there.
"Klaus..." Her voice trembled. "Fuck me. Now." She disposed of his white dress shirt, leaving his chest completely bare to her eyes.
Their eyes connected again, and Klaus's eyes burned hotly, not like a wild animal, but like something else entirely. They were nose to nose, and Caroline was breathless.
Her heart beat rapidly, a warm sensation settling into her chest.
"Not against a wall," he muttered.
"What?"
"I'm going to worship you in my bed- our bed." He retreated his steps away from the wall, holding her securely against his body.
Caroline's heart jumped inside her chest. On the one hand, nothing sounded more romantic than having sex in Klaus's room; on the other, she didn't know if she could wait that long. She was already coiled so tightly, she could explode any second now. "Klaus... I need you." Her head fell against his neck, and her mouth applied searing, lingering kisses from the base of his neck to his shoulder.
Klaus bit back a moan as he carried her out of the room. "I know, love... you're not making this any less difficult... I promise to be swift."
She felt a strong gust of wind surge past them, her hair being thrown into the air. Klaus hadn't been kidding when he said he'd be quick. It seemed like no time had passed before he brought her back to his room, his mouth capturing hers again.
Her back hit the soft sheets of Klaus's bed, her heels dropping to the floor. Klaus climbed on top of her, settling himself between her legs, her lacy, white dress riding up to her upper thighs.
He helped her dispose of the dress, lifting it over her head. Klaus licked his lips, his eyes taking in her beautiful form. She was an absolute vision, only her magenta bra and panties hiding her from his eyes. His shaft twitched in his pants, the urge to feel Caroline around him beginning to take control of him.
Caroline giggled at Klaus's lustful expression. She loved the insatiable behavior he always exhibited around her. Unhooking her bra and sliding her panties down her thighs, she threw the remaining under garments off to the side and Klaus's breathing became heavy.
Klaus's eyes burned into her skin, memorizing every facet of her body. The image of Caroline Forbes would be branded into his skull forever. Even when his memories of this century are faded, this memory of Caroline will still remain.
"Beautiful," he uttered. He dragged his finger down the valley of her breasts, past her belly, and brushing her slick flesh.
She whimpered at the brief friction, and the ache at the juncture of her legs intensified when Klaus sucked down on his finger in front of her, moaning at her taste.
Klaus's mouth landed on her breast, his tongue twirling around her nipple and then sucking it into his mouth. His teeth rolled the sensitive nub between, and Caroline mewled, arching her back into his mouth. His hand covered her other breast, sending warmth across her soft flesh. His fingers pinched her nipple, and she winced at the roughness.
Caroline rubbed herself against the rough fabric of Klaus's pants, trying to create any kind of heat. Her hands pulled down his zipper and pushed down both his pants and his boxers to his thighs, freeing his erection.
Klaus smirked at her eagerness and kicked off what remained of his pants. He hovered over her and kissed her deeply before he lowered his head to her entrance.
"Klaus," Caroline breathed, her heart accelerating in anticipation.
He licked her folds once, carefully tasting her delicious juices. His lips pressed a burning kiss against her clit and Caroline moaned loudly, her hips bucking. Klaus stroked her thighs, calming her body slightly. Opening his mouth, his tongue stroked between her folds, strong and provocative.
Caroline's insides melted and she was tight as a fist. She tried to steel her hips down to the bed, all the while, Klaus's name sputtering from her lips.
His mouth went slow, intending to prolong the torture for as long as he could. He wanted Caroline to feel every inch of his talent and this experience. His tongue circled her nub agonizingly slow, and she writhed beneath him. He swept his tongue across Caroline's slit, sweet moisture still pooling out.
Caroline clawed at the sheets surrounding them, praising Klaus, feeling heat radiating throughout her body.
Suddenly, Klaus was on top of Caroline again, the head of his stiff member at her entrance. He pressed his lips against hers, allowing her to taste herself on his mouth.
She sighed against his lips, the erotic taste of her essence on him caused her opening to release even more of her liquid arousal. The sight of herself on Klaus's mouth was just another way to lay claim on him and she couldn't think of anything sexier in that moment.
Klaus slid one hand underneath her to grip her ass and the other locked down around her hip. He gazed into Caroline's blue eyes, recognizing an emotional storm behind her irises. Slowly, he eased into her, thrusting again and again, until he was buried at the hilt.
Caroline placed a hand on his broad shoulder and another on the back of his curly head. She looked straight into his eyes, finding something she has never found during intercourse. There was something in Klaus's eyes; he didn't look at her like she was some blow up doll like all the previous boys she'd met. This time was different from their first time. It had been hazy and feral, and fueled by hormones. There was an honesty and openness about what was transpiring between them now.
Klaus rocked into her, feeling every slight muscle constrict around him, bringing him pleasure. Caroline's name easily rolled off of his tongue, and he took pride in knowing that it was her that could provide him such a euphoria state of being. She was so nice and tight for him, her heat so desperate for him, never letting him escape. She was so beautiful, taking him completely, never breaking eye contact.
She lifted her hips up to meet his thrusts, moaning gratefully every time she took him in completely. In that moment, she knew they were not just connected physically. It was like he was a part of her, body, mind, and soul.
Those were the eyes she always wanted to stare into whenever she felt filled, whenever she woke up in the morning, and whenever she smiled.
Klaus touched his head against Caroline's forehead as he rammed his hips into hers one more time, sending her over the edge.
A great surge of heat flooded Caroline's body and she groaned out Klaus's name, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Her body was a glowing work of art as she trembled under him, her body like a vice around him.
Once Caroline's orgasm took her, Klaus spilled into her, moaning against her body, joining her in her intense pleasure. They were both covered in each other's arousal and couldn't be more content.
The human looked up into his eyes, both of them panting. Klaus kissed her quickly before rolling off and laying beside her.
They simultaneously turned to each other and shared a knowing smile.
Caroline climbed on his chest, throwing a leg over his thigh under the blanket. Klaus looked at her curiously, encouraging whatever she had in mind. Her fingers mindlessly played with the necklaces laying on his chest. "Thank you. This was the best date I've ever been on. You've... changed my life... and I like it like this."
Klaus grinned devilishly. "You speak like it's over, sweetheart."
She squealed as he flipped her back onto her back, kissing her neck.
Caroline's cheeks flushed as Klaus's soft lips left her cheek burning. As if the roses he just handed her weren't embarrassing enough, now she was blushing in front of the entire school. He didn't have to do that. She shouldn't have accepted them, but she knew that he would be elated if she did and the gesture touched her.
He'd been completely perfect the entire morning. It was like she was living in a bubble and she'd waiting for it to pop since she started seeing Klaus. People like her didn't get fairytales, even if they were twisted versions of them.
"Klaus. Thank you." She wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing in his seductive scent, ignoring the hundreds of eyes that watched them in the cafeteria.
"Anything for my girl." His lips curled up. "Caroline, I regret to have to tell you that I have some business to clear up this morning. I won't see you until history."
She pouted. "Is that why you gave me these?" She raised the roses up, teasing. "Just trying to butter me up."
He gave her a knowing look. "You know perfectly well why I bestowed you with those." He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her against him. "I want you to remember your worth."
She smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. "I won't. Now go. I can finally get some work done now that you won't be here to distract me."
He chuckled, kissing her again before he left.
"What's the occasion?" Rebekah's accented voice sounded in her ear. "Is it your four month anniversary, or some other poppycock?"
"What do you want?"
"Why do you have to assume I want something?"
"Because you almost just spoke to me like a normal person, so you clearly want something."
"Perhaps this is my tone when I'm making an effort on my brother's behalf."
Caroline eyed the other blonde precariously. "Really? You?"
"Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves. It's not as if I were inviting you to get your nails done with me."
Caroline smiled to herself, now there was the Rebekah she knew and loathed. "Nevertheless, I appreciate it." She began to turn in the other direction, but faced Rebekah instead. "So you were actually friends with Taylor at one point, right?"
"Oh, you mean that treacherous little bitch? The only reason I remember her face is because I never thought she had enough stupidity to defy me."
"So you wouldn't have any idea who killed her?"
Rebekah watched her warily. "You have very peculiar taste in people, you know that?"
Caroline rolled her eyes. "Answer the question."
"She was just another face, another delinquent. Everyone has every reason to kill everyone. We're killers, it's what we do. The only question you ask your self is, who is your food and who is your family. For some, everyone is the former and for others, they always choose wrong when it comes to the latter. So no, I don't know who killed Taylor. She was a loose girl, not very bright, she never would have made it out of here alive, so don't lose sleep over it, sweetheart. She's not worth it."
"Thanks for your honesty." She walked in the opposite direction, pulling her phone out.
Do me a favor, or you'll never type code again.
Collins was coughing erratically, only pausing when Klaus's fist knocked the wind out of him all over again, and then continued an entirely new chain of wheezing. His face was bright red as new bruises formed in his abdomen, in the exact shape of Klaus's fist.
He would have internal bleeding, the blood spilling onto the floor ensured this.
Klaus let a content smile rest on his face. He watched the school teacher suffer as he calculated his next moves. "I had an interesting talk with my girl yesterday." He bent his head towards Collins, his hands resting on his knees, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Do you want to know what she told me?" He didn't wait for Collins to catch his breath. "She told me that you told her that she was better off without me. Now I'm wondering why you're so interested in my romantic entanglements. I have a few ideas of my own, but I'd like to hear it from you first."
Klaus pushed the man against the wall, his back flat against the concrete, and Collins heaved.
"You want to know why I told Caroline to beware the beast? Because, for one, I actually like Caroline, as opposed to the other evil, spoiled brats in this place. She has a future and she's smarter than this, smart enough to know better than to trust you."
Klaus clasped his tight hand around the teacher's neck, limiting Collins's oxygen. "You're right, Collins, Caroline is too smart to fall for my manipulations. But then, why would she be so inclined to show affection toward me...? Perhaps it's because there is no manipulation." He grinned superiorly.
"I don't believe it." He choked out. "You loathe humans. And furthermore, you don't feel real emotions. The closest thing to that is that sick way you cling to your siblings, and I only believe you do that because you're afraid you'll get bored without them."
He wore a tight-lipped smile. "Oh, yes, that's right, I forgot about my notorious black heart. And if I were you, I wouldn't be so quick to talk back to a monster that doesn't know the meaning of mercy." The man trembled in his grasp. "But you're right, I do loathe humans like a tick on a mongrel. However, life has a funny irony to it, because every creature must be human before it can become a vampire."
Collins's eyes widened, and Klaus grinned like he was Satan himself. "You wouldn't."
"Don't claim to have knowledge on subjects you know nothing about. It only makes you appear folly." Klaus stepped back from the other man and wiped his blood-covered hand in a clean handkerchief.
Collins gasped for breath, his eyes never leaving Klaus. "I thought you didn't believe in turning humans, that they were disposable, and all one needed was family."
"Caroline is family," Klaus uttered. "I know what you're pondering. You know that you need to go straight to my mother and inform her of what you've learned today, but you fear my wrath. I can't kill you because you're not alive, not that you're death either, but I can make you suffer a great torture. Caroline will not be harmed. Breathe a word of this and the only one who will be injured is you." He analyzed Collins's eyes, a silent understanding passing between them.
Klaus pushed the door open to leave, but paused at Collins's voice behind him.
"Klaus," he heaved. "She's never going to accept you. Caroline's got some psychological issues, but she doesn't want a pair of fangs and red eyes. She has future in society, don't take that away from her. If you force this on her, she'll never forgive you."
The hybrid clenched his hand around the edge of the door, leaving dents in the shape of his hand. He ground his teeth. "I'll remember that when I offer her your carotid artery."
Agitatedly tapping her manicured nails against the cement wall, Caroline trained her eyes on the girl behind the laptop in front of her. She barely even knew her name, not that it mattered; all she needed was her hacking abilities and she would no longer be of use. She hadn't decided on what the girl's fate would be yet. Killing her would probably be impractical since she could use those hacking abilities some time in the future.
With a sharp click of a button, the girl lifted her head up, a sigh of relief in her voice. "Done!"
"It's about time," Caroline snapped, pushing the metal door open and entering the morgue. Her head turned one-hundred eighty degrees, taking in the cold room. There were probably thousands of metal drawers, filled with bodies, not surprising. The computer nerd had acquired Taylor's body number beforehand, allowing Caroline to pull out the body with celerity.
Taylor looked the same, except her skin was pale white and ice cold. Now that the blood had been cleaned, she could clearly see the dozens of bite marks that stretched from her neck to her collarbone. The punctures were outlined by a faded red where the blood used to be.
The wounds were clean, indicating that the weapon had to have been extremely sharp and precise. There was no way in hell that human teeth could have caused this damage. But then, what did?
She counted exactly six pairs of puncture wounds, each of the two holes in a pair were identical.
For some reason, the only possible weapon she could come up with were teeth. She's seen many different ways a person could be killed and this was completely foreign to her.
There were no animals around these parts, everyone knows that.
Caroline was ripped out of her thoughts at the sound of metal clanging against the floor. "Amy?" Knowing that clumsy moron, she probably dropped her laptop, or something. When there was no response, Caroline pushed the body back into its rightful place and approached the entrance she came through. "Amy, what the hell is-"
A firm hand wrapped around her wrist and she screamed as it yanked her back into the hall. She panted and her eyes met two familiar angry brown ones, laying underneath graying furrowed eyebrows.
"Mr. Edwards." She breathed out.
"You're not supposed to be here," he scolded her.
She gulped. She wondered which was worse; murder, or exhuming a body without permission. In any case, people were always ready to eat up the dumb blonde stereotype. "I'm not? Oh. I was just looking for the nurse's office. I feel a strep throat coming on." She strained her throat, coughing into her fist for emphasis.
"Right," he spat, unamused. "And I'm the King of English." He took a step toward her, and she backed tracked towards the morgue. "You know, I'm really sick of the Mikaelsons. And I have an even greater aversion to you because of the way you walk around this school like you can do whatever the bloody hell you want simply because Klaus Mikaelson smashes your back doors in at night."
Caroline was seething now. "I think? I know, Mr. Edwards. I only have the power that people give me. Yeah, I gained an even larger following because I made smart choices in my alliances, but that was mere coincidence. I held my own just fine before I went out with Klaus. You don't know me, so don't act like you do. And you don't have to like me, not that it matters, because I have a lot more power here than you do." She smirked.
She attempted to maneuver around him, but he blocked her exit.
"Out there, yes, you're untouchable," he admitted. "However, we're not out there right now, are we?"
She watched the gears shift inside his skull as he slowly approached her. She backed up into the morgue and her heart accelerated. "You know I always you knew you were creepy. I just never figured you for a coward. You're clearly afraid of what Klaus would do to you if he knew, otherwise you would have done this in front of the school. Unless, of course, you don't want people to see you get your ass kicked by a little girl. Imagine that, a grown man afraid of teenagers. You truly are sad."
The back of Edward's hand struck her cheek, and her head snapped to the side. Caroline tasted metal on her tongue, glaring at him with burning enmity. Her cheek throbbed, the bruise already forming.
"I wouldn't be so certain of your Romeo just yet," the teacher warned darkly. "How well do you really know Klaus Mikaelson? Klaus cannot love, none of them can. They're an entirely different species of evil, one that would even send you and I running. If you died, do you really believe he would mourn you, or would he put you in this morgue himself?" he taunted. "You were always going to be the prey, but you actually believed that you were more to him."
The impact of Caroline's hard fist smashing into his eye made him stagger and his head was thrown back. She winced at the feeling of shattered bones in her hand, shaking it out. Edwards reached out for her hair, and she elbowed him in the nose angrily, drawing blood.
He pushed her into a silver cart carrying medical equipment, hitting her back before tumbling to the floor. Caroline caught sight of a scalpel and met Edward's eyes, knowing he'd seen it too.
She swiped it away from the cart before he could grab it when he dived towards it. She aimed it towards he neck as she swung it at him. He caught her arm before it pierced his skin, and she used to hands to try to drive it down.
Edwards used his hand to try to push her face back, but Caroline was quicker and bit his wrist, and he shouted in pain. She kicked him in the stomach and plunged the tool into the side of his neck and cut it across the breadth of the front of his neck.
Caroline breathed heavily as she watched blood spurt out of both his fatal wounds and his mouth. She didn't have time to wait for him to die. This would be the second faculty member she's killed this school year; it was like she was trying to break some sort of record.
Thinking on her feet, Caroline opened one of the occupied metal drawers, shoving Edwards in while he continued to choke on his own blood. "I hope you don't mind sharing."
Actually, she hoped he did since he was a real douche.
She quickly cleaned up the blood spillage with a towel and closed the metal door behind her. She'd dispose of him properly tonight.
Klaus hadn't seen Caroline in History class that day, which he found extremely peculiar. Caroline was not one to miss class without a worthy warrant. She hasn't missed a single day of class this entire year.
Striding back into his room, Klaus found Caroline sitting at his desk, her eyes glassy. His brows furrowed in concern, mystified as to what could be the root for her strange behavior and then his eyes fell to the object in her hand: a phone.
More importantly, it was Kol's phone.
"Caroline..." He eyed her warily and caught a purple mark on her left cheek, anger immediately boiling inside him. "What happened to your face?"
She raised a hand up, silencing him. Her hand clenched around the small electronic device, threatening to shatter it.
"I asked you if you knew anything about Taylor's death... and you lied to my face." She was speaking more to herself than to him. Her fingers swiped through Kol's phone until the picture she had just been staring at reappeared, her eyes glued to the screen. She held the picture up for Klaus to see, averting his eyes.
It was clearly a picture of Kol and Taylor taking a photo together straight after intercourse. He mentally cursed that incompetent fool. How difficult was it to keep incriminating evidence out of Caroline's hands?
"Where did you get this?"
"You don't get to ask the questions now. I do," she bit out. "You told me that we would have no secrets. You said that you've always been honest with me. I can't believe I fell for that." She tried to storm past him, but he caught her by the shoulder.
"Do not make a liar out of me," he warned harshly. "Let me remind you that you asked me why I hadn't informed you of Taylor's death, and I replied that I hadn't been aware of her passing: the truth. I have never lied to you, Caroline."
"And the part where you chose to omit the fact that your brother is likely responsible for her death? That's because you don't want any secrets between us, right? You knew I wanted to know, yet you kept me in the dark. What are you hiding, Klaus?"
"Perhaps something along the lines of what you're hiding from me."
"That's different. I was upfront with you about not saying anything. And this feels like you're going behind my back," she confessed. Klaus felt a pang in his heart. "I can't look at your right now." She tried to maneuver around him, and he blocked her path.
He caught her wrists when she tried to shove him to the side, his eyes going hard. "You're right. There's something about my family that I haven't told you. And it's not because I don't trust you, it's because I wanted you to be ready when I told you."
She wrenched her hands out of his grasp. "Klaus, I don't need to be baby'd. I've seen the cruelest parts of the world, lived it, and delivered it. Whatever it is, it won't scare me off. You know me. It's not like I have room to judge. I just need you to be honest, completely." Caroline slipped her hands into his.
He placed a lingering kiss on her lips, and his face changed as Caroline kept her eyes closed. Blood rushed straight towards his face and the skin underneath his eyes shifted. He breathed in the sweet scent of her blood and his eyes became gold. His double fangs pierced through his gums, dropping past his lips.
Caroline's eyes opened, meeting his glowing ones, and gasped.
"They called me a monster and they were right. More specifically, I'm part vampire and part werewolf. Caroline, I'm a hybrid."
Caroline's back hit the wall and she screamed.
Thanks so much for continuing to read! Looks like things just got interesting in terms of where Caroline stands with Klaus's supernatural status. I guess we'll see her full reaction in the next one. Send me a review of what you thought of the chapter and your predictions on how Caroline will deal with this new knowledge ;)
I have a lot more time this summer so I'm planning on writing a lot (if everything goes as planned). So I believe that this fic will be wrapped out in June/Julyish and already have ideas for a new fic.