Edited by myladyelise.

This chapter contains a detailed sex scene.

Re-edited September 4, 2015.

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Caroline was in heaven. Warmth flowed through her in waves, from the tips of her fingers to her toes. The terrible hunger pains that once clawed at her insides were satiated. She was comfortable and safe and without even opening her eyes, she knew she was in Klaus' arms. She fed recently and she could still taste the sweet tang of his blood in her mouth. It was all so blissful, she didn't want to open her eyes. The real world would interfere and she didn't have the strength to face reality. She wanted to stay cocooned in his arms forever. Except the memory of the stake in her chest and the look of glee on Bonnie who was not Bonnie would not leave her. Too many questions needed to be answered and Klaus must be at the center of it all.

Opening her eyes, she found she lay in a dark wood canopied bed and there was a fireplace with a cracking fire across the room from her. On the walls hung magnificent and priceless artwork. The furniture scattered in the room was made of rich wood and upholstered with dark brown leather. Flickering candles adorned the dresser and several low bedside tables. It created an intimate scene she wasn't quite ready to deal with. She sat up and scooted away from him on the bed.

"Love?"

His voice, the magnetic purr within, made her ache to move back into his embrace. She choses to stand her ground instead.

"Where am I?"

"You're in my bed."

"What?" she squeaked out. He shifted on the bed to lie on his side and her gaze was drawn to the smirk on his face and the hint of dimples in his cheeks. "You were supposed to bring me home."

"I think you are much safer here. Don't you? Besides, you needed to eat and it is much easier for both of us if I feed you here. That way I can attend to my needs as well."

Caroline swallowed. She knew what he meant. Having been drained by her, he needed human blood and he wouldn't want to take it from a bag. No, he had someone to feed him. Someone beautiful and willing like Antoinette. Just thinking of the beautiful brunette who offered to her once made her hot with anger. His arms, around her, his lips on her wrists and neck - she wanted to be sick.

"I suppose you took care of that with Antoinette?" She spat out the girls name like it was a dreaded disease.

Klaus's smirk turned into a grin, his eyes glinting with what looked suspiciously like laughter. "Would that happen to bother you, sweetheart?"

"Yes. That poor girl is forced to be your personal blood bag. She can't possibly enjoy be mauled over for your pleasure."

"Is that what you believe? I hate to disappoint you, but the humans offering their blood in my home are here because they want to be. Before Elijah left, he made sure to recruit only the willing. Plus, they are all being handsomely paid for their contributions. My brother, in his wisdom, thinks this give us better terms with Mystic Falls and in a way protect us. As for mauling…" Klaus paused, his eyes glinting gold, "there has never been any of that between me and any of the girls. My interests lay elsewhere."

Caroline couldn't stand to look at him. Or for him to see the relief in her eyes. She stared down at the red satin comforter on his bed. It was the intense, vibrant color of fresh blood and the contrast of it against her once pure white gown highlighted the dried brown stains marring the silk.

"My dress." She wanted to cry. It was so expensive and now it was completely ruined.

"I will buy you a hundred more."

"But it won't be this one. This one was all supposed to be about dancing, spiked punch and giggling with my friends. Now, it is about a failed prom and my friend almost killing me."

Klaus crawled towards her on the bed. "We will make new memories with every new dress you wear."

Caroline looked up with caution from the front of her gown to find Klaus now inches away from her.

"I wanted to take it off you when we got here." With his finger he idly traced the top edge of the strapless bodice of her gown. Tucking his thumb between the silk and her skin, he tugged lightly exposing more of her cleavage. Caroline hated the dark pink flush flaring from the tops of her breasts all the way up to her throat. "Somehow, I guessed that would be unwelcome."

"Very unwelcome." Caroline batted his hand away.

"So I fed you. You are feeling better?"

She actually felt really good. It was like she was never staked earlier. There was no soreness in her body and no hunger pains in her stomach. Her fingers poked around the front of her dress, finding the hole where the stake once was. The flesh was solid and when she pressed it, she felt no pain.

"Yes. Thank you."

"Good. I was worried. You lost so much blood. One inch closer and —"

Klaus paused and the strange, strangled quality to his voice forced her gaze to him. His pupils were so very dark in his eyes and looking into them she thought she could see straight into the blackness of his soul. For a moment, stripped of his usual smirk and cocky demeanor it was possible to see the truth. He was terrified of losing her. Raw emotion flooded Caroline and it was impossible to find her voice. How silly she was not to see it before. All this time she thought his interest to be merely obsession, but could there be more? Was it possible that his feelings extended to something beyond that? She would have never thought a hybrid like him could have feelings of affection, could even love. The way he looked at her now… it pierced her, an arrow to her heart.

Lifting the hand had fed her, she turned it over to study the wrist in the flickering light of the candles. Running her thumb over the smooth skin, she frowned when she touched what could only be scar tissue that hadn't fully healed yet. The marks of her teeth were still there, embedded in his flesh.

"Klaus, you need to eat," Caroline said, not hiding the tenderness in her tone."My bite mark is still here."

"I like it there."

Caroline grazed the mark again with her thumb and for a second she wondered if she Klaus shuddered. "It could scar."

"Let it, love," Klaus rasped.

She lowered her head, pressing her mouth to the bite mark. Caroline kissed the spot where once her mouth sucked his blood, his life from his body. He did that for her. Bled for her, giving her back her life once more. The thought sat heavy on her heart and she fought back tears. Lowering his wrist from her mouth she felt his gaze rest on her. "You should feed."

"Later."

She wanted to protest but stopped herself.

Klaus reached for her hand and pulled her closer to him. He threaded his fingers through hers. "Tell me what happened tonight with Bonnie?"

Caroline took a deep breath. "No matter what I tell you, you will promise not to touch her?"

"Does she have reason to fear me?" He lifted the back of her hand to his lips.

"Of course not. It's Bonnie."

"Then there is nothing to worry about."

Caroline eyed him with suspicion, refusing to acknowledge the shiver that ran through her when his mouth grazed her skin. "

"Did she lure you out of the gym?"

"No. Nothing like that."

Klaus paused, his lips leaving her flesh and she nearly moaned with regret. "You left the gym without Rebekah or I?"

"Yes, I…I shouldn't have but I was annoyed with Damon and wanted some fresh air."

Something in Klaus shifted, his eyes narrowing and his body coiled tightly, like a cobra read to strike. "What exactly did Damon want?"

Caroline yanked her hand from Klaus'. "Nothing."

"Did he threaten you? Hurt you in anyway? Because if he did —"

"No. Of course not," she interrupted, not liking the way the way this conversation was going.

Klaus relaxed a little, but his jaw was still tight with tension. "Damon never does anything without some ulterior motive behind it. Usually it involves his obsession for my doppelgänger. So tell me, love, what did he wish to speak to you about?"

Oh, God. She was going to be sick. Caroline stomach rolled. She couldn't possibly tell him the truth. Not when Elena's life was at stake. Except, how could she lie to him when he was in danger? Her heart was torn into two. She needed to make a choice and with every second she delayed answering him he was growing more and more suspicious. She couldn't have him questioning or attacking Damon. If she could give him enough of the truth maybe he would drop the subject. She locked her gaze on him, forcing him to see the honesty in her eyes.

"He wants me to spy on you. Find out your weaknesses so he can protect Elena."

"How foolish of him not to realize that my one and only weakness was dancing in his arms."

Caroline couldn't look at him now. Not when he said such sweet things to her and she was – she was supposed to…no, she wouldn't think of that now.

Klaus spread his arms wide open. "Spy all you wish for him. He will soon realize that there is nothing that can stop me."

Her heart leapt into her throat when she thought of the white oak stake Damon had for her. Not wishing to continue this dangerous line of thought, Caroline distracted herself by fiddling with the magical daylight ring on her finger. "I won't spy for him."

"No, I believe you won't."

No, she would do something so much worse. Caroline twisted her ring over and over on her finger until it hurt..

"You're upset." Klaus freed her hand from her relentless torture of her ring finger. "I'm sorry, but I still need to hear what happened between you and Bonnie."

"I have questions for you too." Caroline lifted her chin. "When Bonnie was possessed she said some things that didn't make much sense. Things about you and I."

Klaus looked at her sharply, his eyes glinting and Caroline's heart tightened in her chest.

"What things exactly did she say?"

"She talked like she knew you long ago. She said you didn't deserve happiness and love," Caroline paused to take a deep breath she didn't need before speaking the part that most bothered her, the part that terrified her more then anything else Bonnie said. "She mentioned that I wasn't supposed to be reborn again. What did she mean by that?"

Klaus flinched at her words. He knew exactly what she was talking about.

"What is it? What did she mean?" Caroline her voice insistent, her panic multiplying the longer he remained silent.

Klaus pulled her hand to his chest, laying it over where his heart once beat. Caroline moved closer to him.

"Do you really want to know?"

There was hesitation in his tone, like he feared her answer no matter what it was. Caroline stared into his eyes. They were pure black now. She stood at a precipice. If she chose truth, her life would never be the same, and if she chose ignorance, she would never rest peacefully again.

"Love?"

Caroline pressed her hand tighter against his chest, feeling the ripple of muscle against her fingertips. "Tell me."

Keeping her hand against his heart, Klaus moved into a kneeling position on the bed. Caroline followed, one hand on his heart the other clasped in his as her knees sank into the soft bed.

"Close your eyes."

"But —"

"Shhhh. I will show you."

Caroline closed her eyes. She flew into his mind within a second. Once again she was faced with the long white corridor with a multitude of doors. One of them flew open and she stood at the threshold. She paused and drawing in a long, shaky breath, she stepped through.

Flashes of bright colors assaulted her and she was with Klaus, somewhere in his past. It was a great hall, a chandelier above burned brightly with candles. He stepped forward to greet someone. It must be Queen Elizabeth I for no other could possibly have that shade of hair or wear a dress like that. Somehow she knew that. Behind Caroline, moving towards them was what could only be her… or rather the historical Caroline she saw before. She rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe Klaus was showing her his fantasy again.

Historical Caroline danced with past Klaus and she watched with fascination they way the couple blazed with passion and desire. It pulse all around her and she followed like pulled by an invisible threat when they went into the same rose garden she saw before. She could sense Klaus struggling with his desire to kill her lookalike, smelled his hunger in the air, but in the end he only kissed her. The vision switched again and there was scene after scene. A hunt, another dance, meetings in the forest and once more they were in the rose garden. Only this time things were different.

Someone else was there with them. Caroline heart slammed into her throat and she opened her mouth to warn the couple, even though they couldn't hear her. A woman appeared from the shadows, Klaus falling into some kind of trance. When the woman spoke, Caroline recognized her as the same person Bonnie channeled earlier. Klaus must have known her too because she was here in his memory. The woman spoke to Klaus, but Caroline didn't pay attention to her words. She was too busy watching the play of emotions on historical Caroline's face. When the witch advance on her lookalike she rushed forward to protect her. To her horror, historical Caroline fell to the ground like a ragdoll and Klaus woke from his trance and without even a glance at the dead girl he walked away. It was as if she never existed, as if he never loved her, never danced with her and never kissed her.

Tears gathered in her eyes and Caroline fell to her knees in front of her lookalike. This had to be a fantasy of Klaus'. This couldn't possibly be a true memory, could it? But then why else was he showing it to her? Why had she dreamed of this girl and Klaus so many times?

You should have never been born again

"It's not me," she whispered. "It can't be."

Caroline gathered the young girl in her arms as tears streamed down her face to soak the front of the other Caroline's velvet gown. Gentle, she brushed the golden curls away from her lookalike's pale cheek. They looked exactly alike, even down to the small freckles barely visible on their cheekbones.

"Tell me it isn't true, Klaus."

There was nothing except silence at her words. It didn't matter because she already knew the answer. Laying her lookalike back on the ground, Caroline pressed a teary kiss to the poor girl's forehead. She never had a life, never had a chance since the moment she engaged Klaus' interest. Had she felt pain at the end?

Then she knew. It was like a hidden door unlocked and sprung open and she could see it all. She was historical Caroline and her own look alike. The revelation didn't shock her. It was rather like the last piece of a puzzle finally falling into place. She could remember the loss of her parents, her loneliness growing up, her devotion to the queen and finally the joy that came from at last finding love. Meeting Klaus was the most wonderful thing in her life. She loved him with every fiber of her being, given all of herself to him. In the end, her last thoughts were only of him.

Caroline's eyes flew open to find Klaus staring at her, his own eyes wet. Lifting her hand from his, she cupped his stubbled cheek. "Niklaus."

"Yes," he murmured thickly.

She could see him now, as he was that first night. His hair gleaming gold in the candlelight, his eyes dark and filled with lust when he lifted her into the Volta. It was all there, in her head. Their secret meetings, the stolen kisses. Last of all, Caroline could feel his mouth on hers, his fingers between her legs when he introduced her to pleasure in the hallways of Whitehall.

Caroline's mouth crashed into his, seeking to steal with her lips the centuries that were lost. She kissed him again and again. Her hands wound around his neck to tug at the small curls at the back of his head. With a small moan he kissed her back, thrusting his tongue deep. She slashed her mouth tighter around his, attempting to suck his very essence from his being, take it within herself so she would never be without him again. He tasted of tears and loss and it made her realize how much she missed him, how much they lost. There had been so little time for them. Stolen moments here and there, when they had managed to escape from court, but it was never enough.

Their mouths fused again and again, their kisses becoming frantic and insistent. A frenzy of desire rose up in Caroline and she yanked tighter on his hair, trying to be as close to him as possible. He groaned against her mouth, his hands reaching to the back of her dress to tear the fabric. The tiny silk buttons ripped from their holes. Her dress slipped forward, pooling around her knees, revealing her white, lace bustier and matching thong she wore under her prom dress.

Klaus dragged his mouth from her lips, kissing down the side of her neck, his stubble rasping against her highly sensitive skin. With each kiss, the heat rushed faster and faster through her veins. Her whole body was liquefying and turning into molten lava in her desire for him. When he sucked at that place on her neck, where once her pulse raced, drawing the taunt skin between his lips, she gasped.

He laved the flesh in his mouth while his fingers nimbly unhooked the front of her bustier one hook at a time until she cool air fell on her breasts. Removing the annoying garment he tossed it on the ground, his lips never once leaving her neck. Caroline began unbuttoning his white dress shirt, one pearl button at a time. Impatient with her progress he tore the shirt off and Caroline laughed when the buttons scattered over the bed and floor.

Their lips met once more, his mouth bruising hers with the intensity of his kiss. She pressed her breasts against his muscular chest and at the heated contact, the intimate touch of her skin against his, her nipples instantly budded. Klaus's fingertips walked a path down her spine and upon reaching her hips he cupped them, thrusting them against his own. Through the fabric of his pants she felt his hardness rub against her most intimate place and she shuddered. It had been so long for her and just that little touch, that small graze through her lace thong had her clit swelling and begging for more. Her hands reached for his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh and he moved against her once more, aware of the pleasure he gave her.

Klaus continued to kiss her, his tongue thrusting against hers with long deep caresses that only made her think of him thrusting in other parts of her. Parts that now ached with want and need. His hands left her hips, yet she continued to grind against his manhood, unable to stop the fire he kindled between her legs. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking lightly at her erect nipples and they hardened even more under his touches. His mouth on hers, his hips pressed against her, his fingers on her breasts overwhelmed her with erotic sensations. Unable to take such pleasure any longer, she moved her hands to the front of his pants, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. It was his turn to gasp when she took his swollen member in her hands, lightly stoking the entire length of him. He was smooth as satin and so very long and hard. Just the thought of him inside her, his length tight within her had her moaning with passion.

Impatient with desire, Caroline pulled her mouth from his. She locked her gaze on his, falling back on the bed. When her head hit the soft mattress, her body sinking into the silky comforter, she flung her feet from the remains of her gown and spread her legs. She had waited for centuries, wanted this ever since that dark hallway in Whitehall when he had gave her that first orgasm. She wasn't going to wait any longer. She smiled up at him and the way he looked at her, with awe and something akin to reverence took her breath away.

"Klaus," she begged, putting all of her want, all her need into that one word.

"Not yet, love." He flashed her a wicked grin.

She considered protesting. Before she had a chance, he lowered himself between her spread legs and was making a path with his mouth towards her molten core.

"Oh," was all she could say when he nipped lightly at her inner thigh with his teeth and ripped her lace thong off. Tiny kiss after painstaking tiny kiss he pressed against her skin while he traveled up her leg and when at last he reached her center he started the same process again with her other leg. She was so wet and achingly sensitive she trembled and bucked when at last with one finger he lightly traced her womanhood from clit to opening.

"Please," she mewled.

Klaus chuckled, but he gave her no release. He continued to lightly stroke and tease her with his fingertip. At last, his mouth covered her core and she nearly wept at the delicious flutter of his tongue. She was going to come, she was so close. To her agony, he paused his attentions, leaving her on the cusp of release. Only to set his tongue on her once more, circling her nub gently, barely touching her until she was on the verge one more. Again and again, he tormented her bringing her to the edge and back again, driving her half mad with desire.

"Now, Caroline. Come for me," he growled.

He massaged her clit with his tongue, while at the same time he pushed two fingers deep inside her, curling them slightly. That was all it took and her orgasm burst through her like a ball of fire, searing her nerve endings and setting her whole body on fire. She was burning, her insides shaking from the scorching heat. The orgasm continued to flare through her, one shudder at a time until she was limp from head to toe.

Caroline was barely coherent as he kissed his way up her body, lingering to lick one of her nipples into a hard point and then moving to the other. When at last his lips slid to her neck, he settled between her legs, caging her on either side with his bent arms.

"Look at me, love."

Her eyes flew open at his command. Klaus stared back at her, gold leaping in his irises as he forced her to recognize what he was about to do. That it was him who was about to give her even more pleasure. That he owned her. He slid the silky head of his cock over her now highly sensitive clit, smirking when she moaned and undulated at the touch. With one deep thrust he slid all the way into her. Caroline shook around him, feeling every beautiful inch of him. He was sheathed so tightly in her, so deep inside he could barely move and when he attempted to pull out, she clamped down on him as hard as she could.

Klaus made a strangled sound as his whole body trembled. Then he pulled free from her grasp, thrusting again inside of her. He was so rock hard, so big. She had never been filled like this before, so possessed by another. With each thrust he made sure to move his hips in such a way that he hit her clitoris every time. Soon she was moaning and moving along with him. She clenched him inside of her again and again, taking pleasure in the small sounds he made. His muscular chest rubbed against her breasts, causing her nipples to once more peak. The delicious friction inside and outside was almost too much to bear, but she fought it, biting down on her lower lip.

His hands moved to her hips, grasping and lifting them up even more to match his thrusts. He was fucking her in the wildest way, his cock plunging harder and faster with every movement. His head fell into her neck and once more he sucked at that vulnerable spot and she cried out with bliss. Then, he swiveled his hips, hitting some sensitive part inside of her that brought instant pleasure to her entire core. Once more she was on the verge as he pumped harder and harder into her, rocking her entire body on his cock.

Caroline was so close and she was sure she couldn't take it one moment longer. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she climbed higher and higher into ecstasy. She felt him move his head, felt the attack before it happened. There was nothing she could do to prevent it, even if she wanted too. With one long thrust of his hips she came, his fangs buried deep in her neck. The world went black around her, yet he kept moving faster and faster, slamming into her. Caroline was dying in the most blissful way ever, her whole body awake and alive with sensations that ran over her skin like tongues of fire. Her blood soared through her veins. She was trembling, near to falling into another orgasm. Her fingers clawed up and down his back and he bit her harder, burying his fangs even deeper into her.

Klaus had to be close now because his whole body tensed, his muscles tightening to granite. Caroline clamped down as tight as she could around him, relishing the sensations that trembled through her and the way his body jerked on top of her. They were both pushed to the brink now. No longer able to hold on to her sanity any longer, with a wild cry she came again and he followed moments later. They lay, locked together as one, their bodies satiated at last.

Pulling his fangs from her neck, Klaus licked at the wound and it tingled while it closed. Ghosting kisses along her jawline and across her cheek, he at last found her lips. He kissed her slowly, gently, like he was savoring this moment…the calm after the storm of their lovemaking. Caroline stroked her tongue along his; luxuriating in feeling the weight of his body pressed against her, his cock still in her. For the first time in her life she was at peace, like she found her place in the world at last and it was at his side. When he pulled out of her at last, she knew a sense of loss, even though he gathered her tight in his arms.

Being in his embrace, his warm body pressed against hers made it almost easy to forget everything that happened tonight, but she couldn't. Her conversation with Damon, Bonnie's possession and the return of the witch, it all weighed heavy on her.

"Klaus, I —"

"We'll talk in the morning. You need to rest."

She wanted to argue, but she was so very tired. She had almost been killed, found out she was reincarnated and had mind-blowing sex with a vampire/hybrid all in one evening. Did she really want to face reality at this moment? Plus, it would be so much easier to avoid it all and just let herself enjoy this moment being next to him. Because she knew with the harsh dawning of the morning she would have to deal with the fact that nothing had really changed between them at all.