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A few aspirin and a cup of coffee later, Freya was hard at work sorting the curse Mikael left on Caroline. After a few tries, she gives up and stares at Caroline irritably. "I don't get it…what am I missing?"
"Maybe you need a boost?" Caroline suggests, holding out her hand, "I can help."
"How?" Freya blinks at her, "I can't channel your energy for the reversal spell because you're the cursed person in question."
"No," Caroline smiles faintly, "But I can help you cast it."
"That's not possible," Freya says wearily, leaning back on the couch, "How are you able to use magic?"
"I wasn't born a witch," Caroline says thoughtfully, fingering the pale blue stone embedded in a casing of silver on her right index finger. "But I apprenticed under your Mother and learned a lot about magic over the years. I know my way around her grimoire. I came up with a way to defend myself against Mikael, it was the only way I could escape him. I made this ring—it channels the magic used to sustain me as a vampire and I can turn it into magic for any basic spell I need. I can't do anything fancy…locator spells, barrier spells…that kind of thing. The last time I tried to do something big it knocked me out."
"That's…that's brilliant," Freya says, examining the ring on Caroline's finger, "I'm assuming that without this you can't use magic anymore."
"Exactly," Caroline says, "which is why I spelled it to stay on my finger."
"Good thinking," Freya says thoughtfully, "but I won't risk channeling your magic for the spell, the curse might corrupt it. Elijah—would you mind?" Freya says, extending a hand towards him.
"Of course," Elijah says as he takes her hand, allowing her to channel his power. Caroline eases away from him, careful to stay within the salt circle Freya made for the spell. Already she can feel the creep of pain sliding up her arms with his nearness.
"qui captivatur et liberate," Freya chants, her eyes closed as she focuses her power on the circle and Caroline, "qui captivatur et liberate…"
Caroline winces, flashes of pain rip through her body as she drops to her knees, the feeling of her blood burning in her veins as the curse is ripped away from it. By the time Freya is done, she is a weeping mess on the floor, the curse cleansed from her blood and body but not without consequence.
"Leave it to my Father to ensure when removing the curse, it would cause absolute pain," Elijah says, kneeling at Caroline's side so he could swing her up into his arms and carry her out to the car. "We need to get moving—now."
"What about Silas?" Damon says, "he stole some of your witchy sister's blood."
"We'll worry about him later," Elijah tells him, "I will return when Caroline is safely back in New Orleans."
"I'll use a cloaking spell to shield us from him," Freya says, following Elijah out to the car, "Silas is definitely a problem but what's happening at home is currently at the top of my list right now."
"What's happening back in New Orleans?" Caroline blinks, shifting her gaze between Elijah and Freya curiously.
Two hours later, Freya and Elijah have caught Caroline up on current events happening in the quarter. This thing that calls itself The Hollow is hunting children down and stealing their power. Marcellus, the boy she remembered who was so sweet and curious has become a creature that many have taken to calling The Beast, Rebekah and Kol are running amuck in Europe, Finn apparently came back and died again, Klaus is off his head between losing a woman named Camille and being terrorized by the hollow, and Marcel isn't any better.
Great.
She's gone for a few decades and everything goes to shit in the Mikaelson house.
"Tell me about Camille," Caroline says after a beat.
Freya and Elijah exchange glances before Elijah responds, "You have to understand…Niklaus was alone for a very long time…he mourned you for years…he wasn't the same when you were lost. He got worse, he was violent and vengeful…angry…"
"Yeah, I remember," Caroline says pointedly, "Remember I was here when he came to town and tried to kill my best friend. I know how he was—get back to Camille."
"Cami was the first person who has come along and not run away from him," Freya says quietly, staring out the window, "she was our friend…she saved him so many times…and he saved her. For the first time in decades our brother had finally found some semblance of happiness since losing you."
She takes a moment to soak in this new information, wrapping her mind around the idea that Nik had moved on. She understands it, she can't blame him for it because in all honesty, she would want him to be happy. He thought she was dead, she can't hold this against him. "I see."
The car ride to the airport is long and quiet after that, Caroline staring out the window at the passing foliage, the road signs, the swamps. When they reach the airport, she follows them to the plane that awaited them, making herself at home in one of the many rooms the private jet had to offer.
Maybe she should just stay away…maybe he didn't love her anymore. Suddenly, eternity seemed like a long and endless road, stretching on into forever. Always and forever no longer seemed like a promise but a chain around her neck, binding her to the Mikaelson siblings for the rest of her days.
"I was wondering where you were hiding," Freya's voice is smooth and gentle as she enters the room, making herself comfortable on a cream colored leather sofa across from Caroline, "I know this is a lot to take in," she tells her after a pause, "I realize it must hurt…but she was good for Nik…she changed him…made him better…she was changing him back to the man you all knew before he lost you."
"I'm ok," Caroline says tersely, suppressing the ache of jealousy—she shouldn't be jealous….she wanted him to be happy and move on if something had happened to her. She never actually intended him to move on however when she wasn't actually dead.
"Maybe I shouldn't go," Caroline says quietly, staring into a glass of chardonnay she poured herself shortly upon arriving. "Maybe he doesn't want me there."
"Of course, you should go," Freya sits up, meeting her gaze, "He wants you there."
"How do you know that?" Caroline asks her seriously, "He moved on…and I'm just…"
"Niklaus has never stopped loving you," Elijah cuts in, his frame filling the doorway, "never—and though he might hide it or perhaps never realized it…Camille reminded me a great deal of you."
"You said they left for Santa Fe," Caroline says after a beat.
"Caroline," Freya says pointedly, "Don't run away from him."
"I don't want too," Caroline says after a beat, "but this is…a lot to take in. I spent decades in a tomb with a dagger in my chest—he thought I was dead I get it—and…he was out there falling in love with someone else." She laughs bitterly, downing her chardonnay, "Mikael will never stop tormenting me…not till the end of eternity. Not even when he's dead and gone he's still here haunting me."
Freya frowns at her words, stares nervously at her hands before saying, "I loved my Father…he was a good man. He wasn't always cold and cruel…once he was kind and gentle. That's the man my Mother fell in love with…but when I disappeared, he changed. I saw what he became at the end, and I'm sorry for what he did to you…but I love him regardless…and I don't think blaming him for this will change anything."
"Where is he now?" Caroline asks quietly.
"Dead," Freya responds, "Very dead…for good this time—Niklaus made sure of that."
Caroline doesn't say anything, merely stares at her empty glass and ponders the memories she had of her time with Mikael, of the nightmares that followed, and those brief shining moments when she could see beneath all that horror and cruelty existed a man who once held so much love in his heart.
"How did you disappear?" Caroline says after a long while, pouring herself another glass, "I was told you died of plague."
Yet another long story, and it takes Freya an hour to explain it all.
"Wow," Caroline says, staring at her thoughtfully, "So…she cast some sleeping beauty curse on you and that's how you became immortal."
"Not anymore," Freya smiles wanly, "I…will grow old and die now. I'm free of Dalia forever."
"So, you escape and your crazy aunt chases you to New Orleans," Caroline recaps aloud, "you run to Klaus hoping for help which of course in traditional Klaus fashion, refuses because he's a paranoid shut-in."
"You married him," Elijah remarks from somewhere in the background.
"Best decision I ever made too," Caroline says in response.
"Anyways," Freya cuts in.
"Anyways," Caroline says with a sip of chardonnay, "Elijah decides to trust you, you take out Dalia and everybody lived happily ever after—honestly this is kind of starting to sound like Tangled."
"Tangled?" Freya quirks a brow.
"You know, that Disney movie…I found it in Bonnie's stash of happy movies…can you believe that there's actually some things about the modern world I don't know about yet? I left before they came out!"
"I assume you know how to use a phone yes?" Elijah says, handing her a sleek black smartphone, "I've programmed all our numbers into it already."
"Thank you," Caroline smiles warmly up at him, tucking the phone into her back pocket.
"Of course," he smiles wanly before finding a seat near Freya.
"So…how did you end up in that tomb anyways?" Freya asks curiously, quirking a brow.
"That….is a very long story…" Caroline smiles before beginning her tale.
June 22nd, 1922
In the days that passed, she believed she would never escape him. Her family had fled New Orleans, believing her dead and Mikael had carried her off into the bayou to bid his time. Now she sits on the floor of an old wooden shack, glowering at him while he cleaned Rakul.
"Staring is rude," he comments idly, "you know how I feel about it."
"You're not my Father," Caroline says flatly, "your nothing to me…you're a murderer and you a psycho that hunts his own children."
"You've a sharp tongue Thyra," Mikael cautions, "If you wish to keep it you should shut your mouth."
And so it began.
The longest trek of her life with the most irritating man she's ever met. They stayed in the bayou for a month, the stench of swamp and moss growing sour by the day, while her hunger ravaged her body and her mind began to drift. Mikael was starving her, he'd taken her daylight ring from her as well. Chained to the wall she could do little to fight him, the manacles were spelled to keep her at bay, to keep her weak. Finally, when she could endure no longer she spoke again.
"Please," she says brokenly, her lips cracked, her skin flushed. Her veins felt like sand paper and with every breath and every movement she felt nothing but agony.
"Are you hungry?" Mikael asks her, turning in his chair to look at her from across the room, "That's good—I need you to be hungry. It's the only way I can show you the error of your ways."
"What?" Caroline asks weakly, confused.
"I have rules you will follow," Mikael says pointedly, "important rules…you will never feed on another human again—only vampires…and you will do as your told."
"Cannibalism?" Caroline makes a disgusted face, "You want me to eat my own kind?" Caroline stares at him like he's gone mad, "That's sick."
"You will do as your told, or you won't feed at all do I make myself clear?" Mikael says firmly, gritting his teeth in irritation at her outburst.
"Why are doing this?" Caroline says brokenly, fighting back tears, "what have I ever done to you?" She stares and stares, searching his angry face, "It's because I married Nik isn't it? I loved him and you hated me for it. You hate anyone who loves him—who cares about him at all. Your doing this because I love him and you can't stand it."
"I never understood why you loved that weak little coward," Mikael says darkly, meeting her gaze, "that boy is useless and always will be."
"He's not the coward," Caroline says, steeling herself, "You are—you're the coward…only cowards beat innocent children, only a coward hunts his own children half way across the world just to murder them—if anyone is a coward, you are."
He doesn't react, careful to hold his anger in check as he casually stands and walks towards her, "I think that's enough out of you for now."
He is a blur of speed as he snaps her neck in one fluid motion, and she knows nothing for a long while after that.
She tries to escape many times over the past year.
One of her greatest was the day she got her hands on the white oak stake, wielding it like a swordsman in battle as Mikael approaches her. "Stay away from me."
"What are you going to do with that?" Mikael laughs coldly, skeptically, "are you going to kill me with that?"
"I don't want to hurt you, but I will use it if I have to," Caroline tells him forcefully, "Stay back!"
He takes another step forward, unafraid.
"Stupid girl," he grounds out irritably, "Do you think you can honestly kill me with that? Me? I put a roof over your head and kept food on your table, I guarded you against wolves and enemies who sought to destroy our village and you would turn that against me?"
"You've held me captive for six months," Caroline screams in anger and outrage, "You chain me to the wall like a dog, you starve me, you take my daylight ring from me, you force me to be a cannibal and hunt my own progeny, hunt the children of my siblings and you think I wouldn't turn on you for that?"
"You and your siblings made that mess," Mikael hisses angrily, "it is only fitting that one of you help me clean it up!" He glowers hotly, his gaze shifting between Caroline and the stake in her hands.
Mikael had taught her to fight over the course of the last few months, he was forcing her to help him hunt down every vampire they made, to vanquish the disease they spread across the land as he puts it, and in that time, he taught her many things. Most of it involved him breaking her bones and beating her ruthlessly every time she got it wrong…but aside from that, she learned something. He was buying time, she had the white oak in her hands, literally holding the key to her freedom and he needed to get it away from her.
She would never let it go—he taught her that—your weapon is an extension of your hand, it cannot part from you.
"You taught me to kill vampires," Caroline says coldly, meeting his gaze, "I see one before me right now."
He laughs—actually laughs at her.
"Your too weak to fight me," he sneers coldly, "like your husband, you will never be anything more than a weak little child."
Unfortunately, what he didn't realize was that she wasn't exactly chained to the wall anymore.
In a blinding movement, she attacks. They dance like only vampires can, a blur of movement, the white oak flashing back and forth but she never lets it go, refuses to let it go. When she realizes she can't win this, when she knows he is too fast she tries something else…something desperate.
She turns the stake on herself, meeting his gaze with steel in her own.
"Oh," he raises his eyebrows, "you're going to kill yourself, are you? Well go on…." His gaze turns poisonous, hateful, "Do it—or are you as much as coward as your precious Niklaus?"
She only stares at him, hate and sorrow burning in her eyes.
"You know," he says as he tucks his hands in his pockets, "Niklaus tried to kill me once too—it didn't end well for him." He watches her thoughtfully for a moment before adding, "You remember what I told you when we first came here? I told you that if you ever tried to betray me, I would dagger you and leave you to rot in a tomb…let your precious Niklaus go on in the world believing you dead and nobody would ever come for you—you would be forgotten. Until the time came that I could use you to lure Niklaus out…then I would finally end this once and for all."
She could do this…she could do this….
A deep breath…the wood presses against her skin and tears burn in her eyes, she would die but Nik would be free of that influence, Mikael could never use her to get to him. With every last ounce of strength and bravery she wields, she raises the stake and strikes.
But that moment never comes.
Instead, Mikael is behind her, the stake in his hands, driving it into her back with cold and cruel agony. She screams and stumbles, feels the tip of it grazing against her heart, death creeping up her arms, her legs…her body felt like lead.
"Do you feel that?" Mikael hisses near her ear, "feel it grazing just near your heart…enough to paralyze but not kill? Imagine—I could only press down just a little more and you'd die. Rest assured I will not kill you now, but if you ever steal from me again I will do more to you then drive a stake through your black little heart—I will first kill all that you love. I will force you to watch Niklaus die, and then and only then will I kill you. You will not escape me, and if you try and touch this again—I will cut off your hand."
He wretches the stake free, snaps her neck and she knows only darkness.
The very last time she tries to escape, she succeeds…for a little while.
It is raining, a dark and cloudy day in the south of France, they were held up in a hotel room—Mikael relinquished his hold on her enough now that she was allowed to help him mend weapons, to walk around the room, to even go down and get coffee. He nearly killed her the last time she tried to escape him, and that fear was enough to drive her to behave…for now. She earns his trust slowly but surely, makes him believe she's changing her ways…that she agrees with his views…that the Mikaelson's must die and though she loves Niklaus…he is a monster. She pretends to struggle with this—Caroline is a good actress. She pretends to weep on balconies, to stare longingly at the sky…she wants him to think she mourns Niklaus, dreads his death but knows it's necessary.
What a shmuck.
What he doesn't realize is that though she wasn't born a witch, she knew how to contain him.
All she needed was magic.
That part wasn't easy, and she gathered the things she needed while travelling with him through Peru and France and Russia. She couldn't risk conning a witch into imbuing it for her so she used old school magic to do it herself. For this, she didn't need actual magic to prepare the ring, she simply used the magic of nature to make it happen. Old school magic infused the world around them to perform magic, things like apples….herbs…slivers of tree bark…all of these things had magical properties that could be used to cast spells without actual magic.
Esther taught her well.
The ring is ready when she uses her knowledge to prepare it under the light of a full moon, charging it and giving it the strength she needed to channel the magic within her own body to create a boundary spell around the hotel room.
While Mikael slept, she created a salt ring around the door of the room, every window and every exit was sealed. Hands outstretched she stood just outside the room and closed her eyes, chanting quietly least Mikael wake and try to stop her.
"Ligare loco signum illud, quod ex natura insunt retinent haesitaret, serva obsisti," she chants pointedly, the ring on her finger glowing as it channels the magic used to keep her alive, to make her a vampire into the spell. "Ligare loco signum illud, quod ex natura insunt retinent haesitaret, serva obsisti…"
Mikael is awake, she doesn't break focus even as he slams into the barrier at the door, blood begins to ooze from her nose as she chants. "Ligare loco signum illud, quod ex natura insunt retinent haesitaret, serva obsisti…" Her body is turning to lead, the magic is being siphoned from it, the very magic keeping her alive.
"You stupid girl!" he roars in anger, slamming his fist against the barrier, "Let me out!"
"Ligare loco signum illud, quod ex natura insunt retinent haesitaret, serva obsisti…" Caroline presses on, her chanting getting stronger as she struggles to breath, forcing the words out with nothing but her own willpower, collapsing to her knees as the spell drains the life from her. "Ligare loco signum illud, quod ex natura insunt retinent haesitaret, serva obsisti!"
It is done.
As she collapses into a heap in the hallway, Mikael crouches down on the opposite side of the barrier, sneering at her thought there is a glimmer of surprise in his eyes, "Clever… little… witch…."
She blacks out.
When she wakes, she scrambles to her feet, the magic flooding her body, the color returning to her skin. Mikael is still trapped, and he's staring at her thoughtfully. "I underestimated you little witch."
"That makes two of us," Caroline says as she turns to leave.
"I will find you," he calls as she goes, "no matter where you go or how far you run…I will find you. This barrier won't hold forever Thyra."
"My name," Caroline says as she glances back at him, "Is Caroline—and I'll be long gone before you ever get out of there…goodbye Mikael."
That is the last time she sees him for at least another month.
She's never told him her real name before, she wonders if he even knew it.
December 25th, 1923
She is home.
New Orleans is beautiful, it's been a year since she last saw it. They had fled, or so she thought but Caroline discovers quickly that they never really left. It takes her ages to find them, because Mikael spent most of his days chasing his tail, believing he'd found them and dragging her along for the ride. So, she never knew they'd never left, and now that she'd found them…
Niklaus.
There he was in the crowd, that devilish smile, that sleek white suit. His siblings were dressed to the nines, Rebekah looked beautiful as ever. She saw the Christmas photo they take, the pretty blond Kol flirts with, the laughter and then music as Caroline makes her way through the crowd.
How long has she waited for this?
How far has she ran, and how hard has she fought to reach him?
"Nik," Caroline beams, free at last….so very free, and he was so close.
"I told you I would find you," Caroline lets out a cry of alarm, Mikael wrapping an arm about her waist, yanking her back into the shadows. "NIK!" Caroline screams as he drags her away, "NIK!"
She struggles, he is too strong. She screams Klaus's name until her throat is raw, clawing at his arms, flailing with every ounce of strength she had.
"I warned you about what would happen if you betrayed me Caroline," Mikael says coldly as he drives the dagger into her heart.
"Nik…" she says brokenly, her heart shattering into tiny pieces, he was so close and yet she would never reach him now. Her body turns to lead, her skin turning gray. Mikael swings her up into his arms and is gone in a flash.
Little did Caroline know that though she believed she'd led Mikael to them, it was Rebekah who had betrayed her.
It was Rebekah who had summoned Mikael to New Orleans…and Rebekah who stopped Caroline from ever reaching Klaus. Of course, Rebekah hadn't known Caroline was there at all.
Nevertheless, because of her actions she spends the next few decades daggered and sealed inside a tomb in the middle of North Virginia.
Mikael felt it was only fitting of course, that she be entombed in the very place it all first began.
Freya swallows thickly, staring at Caroline with a mixture of horror and sorrow. "I'm sorry."
"It is what it is," Caroline says with a sigh, downing the last of her chardonnay.
"Niklaus mentioned to me once that he knew our Father was there was because he could have sworn he heard you screaming his name…" Elijah says in deep thought, "You were the reason we were able to get away that night….he went looking for you, I kept telling him you were dead but he was certain he heard you….that's how we ran across our Father and in the years to come Niklaus grew to believe you'd somehow warned him as some kind of guiding spirit so to speak…"
"He thought I was his guardian angel?" Caroline snorts with a laugh, "I'm hardly an angel, believe me." She frowns thoughtfully, leaning back in her seat, "I took measures to protect all of you…I killed people in the name of Always and Forever…I wanted to get back to you and I didn't let anything get in the way of that. I am no angel…I did terrible things to get back to you on that day...I killed witches and compelled humans and burned whole houses to the ground to distract Mikael, to keep him chasing his own tail so I could sneak back to New Orleans and search for you all."
"Nothing we all haven't done before I can assure you," Elijah says quietly, setting his glass aside, "Our pact is a difficult one to live up to."
"Tell me about it," Freya mutters, still sore from her battle with Silas.
New Orleans is hot and muggy when they arrive, and Caroline isn't accustomed to the heat. She changes into a pale white sun dress, staring at herself in the mirror and wondering if this was a good idea. She missed him with every breath in her body and yet would he still miss her?
They leave for the town house, a run-down building shrouded in greenery since Marcel had apparently run them all out of town. It wasn't the homecoming she anticipated, but it would do. She really didn't care where they lived so long as she was with them. The sound of jazz and food perfume the air, and the joy of New Orleans comes rushing back to her, bringing a smile to her face. She'd forgotten how much she loved this place, how good it felt to be here.
"I remember that smile," his voice says and she freezes, listening to his soft words, "the first time I saw you…you were doing that. Your face turned towards the sun, a smile on your face."
Elijah glances up at his brother before taking Caroline's luggage in his free hand, glancing at Freya as he does, "Freya it's been a long journey and I think I would like a drink—would you join me?"
"Yes I will," Freya smiles at him before picking up her own luggage.
"Come," Elijah says as he turns towards the downstairs parlor, "Let's leave Niklaus and Caroline to reacquaint."
When they are gone, the silence in the room is deafening.
"Nik," Caroline smiles, she was so nervous—why was she so nervous?
"Caroline," he's in front of her in a blur of movement, his eyes drinking in her face, a hand sliding along the delicate skin of her cheek. "Is it really you?"
"Yes," Caroline tells him softly, "Nik I'm so sorry….I couldn't get away-…"
"Stop," he tells her softly, a finger to her lips, "we'll have time enough for stories later—I assume Elijah informed you of the danger we face here?"
"Yes," Caroline says softly, meeting his gaze, "I say bring it."
He smiles wanly, "We have much to catch up on I think."
"Yeah," Caroline nods, "I know some of it…Elijah and Freya filled me in on a lot of it."
"Caroline," he is hesitant, unsure for the briefest moments, "if I had known he held you captive…if I'd known…"
"I know," Caroline smiles, stepping forward, a hand to his cheek, "Nik it's alright…you didn't know."
"I would have never allowed him to imprison you," he says desperately, leaning close, "I'd have ripped the very heart from his chest for it."
"It's ok," Caroline reassures him, leaning her head on his shoulder, "I'm just glad to be home."
"And you'll never have to leave again," he says as he embraces her, pressing a kiss to her temple, "I promise you that."
Curled against him, they watch the sun fade in the horizon and night descend on New Orleans through the lavish windows of his bedroom. She never wants to leave his side, her head on his shoulder, a hand on his chest. The fire crackles quietly in the hearth, the room feels so warm and inviting. He's decorated it beautifully, but then again, he does that with everything.
"I can't believe you knew what you knew and you were sitting there just letting me run around with Tyler," she says, smiling against the material of his shirt.
"And you wondered at my motives for driving him off," Klaus smirks as he stares at the ceiling thoughtfully.
"Killing his Mom and murdering his pack was a little too far," Caroline says idly.
"That," he says after a beat, "that was for other reasons aside from him touching what didn't belong to him…I knew you were mine the moment I saw you."
"Is that so?" Caroline grins as she leans up to look at him, "as I recall, you were chasing Tatia's skirts for the better part of our human lives."
"I was a fool," he says, a hand sliding along her cheek, "I couldn't see what beauty lay before me."
"Flattery will get you everywhere Niklaus," Caroline grins as she leans in close, their lips touching soft and supple like the wings of a butterfly. It was tentative and gentle, as if he feared to frighten her off and she feared he would turn her away. He is gentle at first, tentative when his hands slide along her shoulders, down her arms, to her waist. She lets him push her down into the mattress, leaning over her, one leg between hers, pinning her down beneath him. Her arms curl around his neck, sliding along the strength of his shoulders, his biceps. "Nik…" she breaths when his teeth find her shoulder, his fingers curling along the hem of her skirt, sliding along warm soft skin, skating higher towards her breasts. She can never resist him it feels like, every time he touched her it felt as if her body would catch fire and burn. Nobody ever made her feel as he does, her fingers curling in his hair when his mouth finds the tip of her breast over her dress. She arches against him, her body sliding along his, a gasp of need bursting from her lips as desire floods her body.
She is practically itching to rip his shirt off.
He wasn't going to let that happen.
When her fingers tense at the collar of his shirt he pins her hands above her head, using his free hand to dance along the hem of her skirt, hiking it up above her thighs, skilled fingers dancing along the lace of her underwear. He touches her everywhere but where she needs him to touch her, stoking the fire burning low in her belly, making her nipples ache and her clothes uncomfortable. She lets out a little gasp of shock and desire when he smoothly rips the lacy underwear from her body with a single sharp yank, a warm hand cupping the apex of her desire. Fingers sliding along the wetness between her thighs, and she is panting with need.
"Nik…Nik please…" Caroline moans, "Please."
She arches towards his fingers, pressing closer, her breasts aching to be lavished by his mouth, her body aching to be pleasured by his hands.
"Do you remember the first time we lay together," he says against her breast, his teeth pulling the edge of her dress down, a soft supple breast sliding free from the confines of her lacy little bra. He always liked her in lace, soft and supple, it cupped her in all the right places, framing the beauty before him like one of his paintings.
"We'd just turned," Caroline pants softly into the fading light of the room, "everything was new to us….everything felt different….sex was like….electricity…."
"We couldn't stop," he grins, a tongue sliding against her nipple and making her cry out in pleasure, "I bed you on every surface we could find…we drove my siblings mad."
Caroline grins, unable to stop a laugh, "Rebekah threatened to put a chastity belt on me."
"I doubt that would have stopped us for long," he grins against the skin of her neck, nibbling, making her squirm beneath him. When he pushes a single finger into her, she cries out as her hips rock against his hand, her body begging for more. "Yes…please…please…"
He is ruthless when he rips the dress from her body with a sharp yank, leaving her with nothing but a thin lacy bra to shield her body from him. He slides his tongue over the lace, heat radiating through the thin lace while he pushes another finger into her, his hand stroking her body, making her cry out as pleasure rips through her body, her skin burning for him, her every breath craved him, her hands frantic as they claw at him, tearing his shirt, ripping it right down the back as she scrambles to get it off of him.
"Behave," he says as he meets her gaze, "Or I'll stop."
Caroline huffs in frustration, lifting her hands above her head, resting them against the head board. He flips her over, hands sliding over her bare ass, between her cheeks, his warm mouth pressing kisses to the skin of her back. She lets out a little cry when his a single digit presses down against the tender skin between her cheeks, biting down hard on her lip as he works that same digit slowly into her, another reaching down to pleasure the heat between her legs as well.
"Oh fuck Nik…" Caroline whimpers into the pillows, arching towards his hands.
"See if you'd came to me when I asked for you…" he whispers against her skin, his fingers working her harder as she screams, her body rocking with pleasure, "we could have been doing this a long time ago."
"If I remember correctly, we did," Caroline smiles against his skin, "Many...many times."
"I only took those memories from you to preserve your unruffled feathers until a time you could accept them," he says in defense, nibbling her shoulder playfully.
Not that she didn't have wet dreams about him doing this to her after that night at his house, of the way they danced, the way he stared, the beautiful blue gown…the smoothness of his voice, the firmness of his grasp on her waist…fuck did she want him that night. As hard as it was to admit, Elena hit home when she spoke of Caroline's dirty thoughts about Klaus. Elena knew, she'd always known but because she had humanity at the time, she never called her out on it…but when Elena turned it off….
He bites down, sharp teeth sinking into the tender flesh of her shoulder and she screams, rocking back against his hands. His venom would seep into her blood and make her burn, but his blood could equally heal her. That same venom heightened her arousal, made her float as light as air, whimpering when he pulls away, undoing his pants, shedding the last of his clothes. She blinks away the spots dancing in front of her eyes, face down against the pillows, his hands sliding over her backside, down hips, over her waist as he pulls her towards him. She gasps at the feel of him spreading her, the strength of his need when he pushes into her, just enough to make her ache and grow hotter.
She is a panting mess when he moves, her body rocking back against his, the only sound in the room is the sound of skin against skin, of their breathing, the giggle she makes when the frame begins to creak and snap.
There is no way Elijah and the others can't hear them right now.
She can't hold back the cries when pleasure rips through her again, their bodies pounding against each other with desperate force. His wrist appears before her when the venom in her blood starts to overpower her, though she is an original, it still sucks to be bitten. Her teeth sink into his wrist as he finds his own pleasure, and she drinks greedily like a little savage, hungry for him, for his blood and his body and his very breath. She wants him close and it's never enough, she can never be close enough.
They make love four more times, one again on the bed, another on the floor when the frame collapses and they go toppling off of it, another in the shower, once on the bathroom sink and then again on the bed before they both finally fall asleep, the sound of a vacant house around them.
No doubt the rest of the family has fled save they be forced to listen.
Oh well.