Written for Klarosummer Bingo 2019. Prompt: Seashells

I Dream of Caroline

Klaus Mikaelson was walking along the beach in one of his favorite places in the world: Hawaii. He had traveled the world a hundred times over in his thousand years. Hawaii was among the last as it was literally in the middle of the ocean. He had compelled himself this tiny island during his first visit nearly a hundred years prior. Once they left New Orleans, Elijah retreated to France while his younger brother and sister stayed together… for a while. After daggering Rebekah in the 1920s and adding her to his other two temporarily dead siblings, Finn and Kol, Klaus needed to get away for a while.

Klaus spent the second half of the 1920s roaming around the Hawaiian Islands alone. He had come across this island on an extended outrigger canoe trip. There were a few families here, but he killed them and spread word amongst neighboring islands that the land was filled with terrible beasts and all who set foot there would be damned for all time. At first, the locals didn't believe it. After a few people who never returned turned into a dozen, they believed. It was his now and he loved it. Nobody would ever find him here. Not even his siblings knew of this place. He had daggered Elijah days after breaking his hybrid curse and left town promptly after the body was safely stored with the rest. On occasion, he missed his two younger siblings, but not enough. The last few years had been boring and the thought of his mischievous brother and sister held a certain appeal.

The Original Hybrid walked along the beach and idly kicked seashells and seaweed out of his way. The shore wasn't very expansive as most of the island was a jungle with an inactive (he hoped) volcano in the center. It was a very small island and probably not more that three miles at its widest point, but it was his. No matter what had happened in Mystic Falls or New Orleans, here he was the only and only king. He had a small house, a shack really, but he built it himself and loved the sound of the island at night. It was HIS house. Everything on this island was his: seashells, fish, conch, trees, plants, flowers, sand, volcano… antique oil lamp?

Why was an antique oil lamp laying innocently in a pile of Hawaiian seashells on HIS island? It better have floated in with the tide… if someone had been here, he would have a lot of tedious killing and rumor spreading to do. He picked it up and looked at it. It was obviously ancient, probably middle eastern… Iraq? Of course, it wasn't always called by that name. He had visited Baghdad for the first time in the middle part of the thirteenth century but got the hell out when whispers of the Mongol invasion began. He had been many times since, but it had never returned to what it once was, which he found a pity.

The lamp was a tall bottle that was wide at the bottom and tapered up, ending with a glass stopper. He tried to pull it out, but it wouldn't budge even for his hybrid hands. It was an odd type of paint for the era in which it must have been produced. It was light blue, but it was very metallic and changed shades as he turned it around in his hands. It was some type of ceramic creation encrusted with beautiful gems and etched with solid gold. It was a true work of art. He dipped it in the water to rinse it off. He used his artist's fingers to wipe away some of the sea water when it suddenly burned white hot and jumped out of his hands.

Klaus was knocked back into the sand by some magical force. He watched in shock as ice blue smoke shot up from the mysterious bottle. A cloud of blue fluff filled the air and slowly began to form a shape. When the smoke cleared, the hybrid's jaw dropped as he looked upon the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was small and petite, but with large breasts and a perfect smile. She had bright blonde hair and cornflower blue eyes. She didn't look particularly middle eastern. She looked like a Norse goddess he learned about as a child long ago. Her skin was porcelain and most of it was on display.

The woman was wearing a tiny vest that could only have been held on by magic. It was perfectly molded to her perfect shape. It barely went past her nipples, didn't touch in between her breasts, and stopped at the bottom of her lovely mounds. It must have been the finest silk ever produced. Her pants billowed around her legs and closed just above her ankles. While they were the same periwinkle as the mini vest, the fabric was so sheer he could nearly see through it. With no shirt, he had a perfect view of her toned abdomen. She had a sapphire dangling from her belly button. A gold silk scarf was tied around her waist, the knot at her hip hiding nothing of that thigh and the rest draping just below her bottom. Her shoes were a darker blue and pointed up at the toe. Her long blonde hair was held in place by a tiny hat from the middle of which her hair cascaded in curls halfway down her back. When she smiled at him with her glowing white teeth and strawberry lips, her eyes sparkled.

Klaus' gut reaction was to throw her down in the sand and claim her in the most primal way possible. He felt a possessiveness he had never felt before… and that was saying something for a man who felt that his loved ones literally belonged to him like treasures in a chest. He had never seen anyone so ethereal that he questioned his consciousness. She emanated a light and happiness he had never believed existed until this moment. A calmness came over him as he rose to his feet and wiped the sand off his bare chest and jeans.

"Hello, Master. My name is Caroline and I am your Jeannie," the woman, Caroline, said with a deep curtsey that gave him an even better view of her barely covered cleavage.

Klaus blinked his own blue eyes and shook his head. "Come again, love?" he asked with a raised brow, his mind in a haze.

Caroline beamed at him as though he was the only man, perhaps even only being, on the planet. She held her fists on her hips as she explained. "I am a jeannie. I grant wishes to my master. I live in my magic lamp and cannot out unless my master calls upon me. When my master dies, my lamp vanishes, and I am banished to the far corners of the earth until I am rescued by a new master. You have found me and are now my Master, if you will have me." She held her hands in front of her and smiled at him sweetly, balancing on her tip toes.

Klaus' eyes were wide as he stared at her, stunned. Realizing she was worrying her lower lip as she patiently awaited his answer, he shook his head and answered her at last. "Yeah, of course, I'll have you, sweetheart."

"Oh, thank you, Master!" she squealed, throwing herself into his arms. Still stunned, it took him a moment to return her embrace. She jumped back out of his arms and nodded her head vehemently up and down, her high-pitched voice musical in its beauty. "I will be a good jeannie, Master, I promise! I will grant your wishes and do your bidding and stay by your side as long as you live."

Klaus smirked. "I'm immortal, little jeannie."

Caroline nodded her head and smiled her radiant smile again. "As am I, Master. I have been alive for over ten thousand years. We will have many happy centuries." She grinned widely, showing him her perfect teeth.

Klaus smiled softly at her. Her enthusiasm to be in his service was intoxicating. Never before had anyone willingly pledged themselves to him with no ulterior motives. "Walk with me, jeannie. Or do you prefer Caroline?" he asked, taking her arm in his as they began to walk down the beach as the Hawaiian sun set over the volcano.

"I prefer to make you happy in every way at all times. You may call me by any name you wish, Master," she replied with a smile.

Klaus smirked as he stared down at her mostly bare chest. "And when you say in every way…" he said, his voice husky as he trailed off.

Caroline popped her head up to meet his eyes. "Oh, do you mean sexually, Master? I am an expert in all types of sex, and you may do with me as you wish. However," she added, her smile fading as her eyebrows pinched together, "I am for your pleasure only. If you choose to give me away, I will be released from your service and my lamp will vanish from you forever."

The jeannie looked miserable at this prospect, so Klaus quickly reassured her. "I don't play well with others and I never share. I promise," he said sincerely.

Caroline's face lit up again and she threw her arms around his neck once more. As before, she jumped back down and returned to his side. "Good!" she cheered. "In that case, you may do anything with my body you wish, and I will be happy to provide you pleasure," she said, beaming at him.

The new couple continued their walk down the beach. Caroline told him her long history and explained the current state of her clothing and lamp. She had been enslaved to a master a millennium before who decided to make her a new home, hence the middle eastern design. She had been on every continent and had been owned by men and women from all cultures and walks of life. However, in the end she always ended up heartbroken and alone. She was delighted with his immortality. Perhaps he would be the first to never hurt her. She hoped so.

"So, tell me about these wishes. You said I have an unlimited number but are there things I cannot wish for?" he asked curiously. There had to be a catch somewhere. Things like this didn't happen to men… monsters… like him.

"You may wish for anything you like," she said with a smile. "Although there are wishes I do not have the power to grant." He raised his eyebrow at her, urging her to continue. "As I said, you may not share me with anyone at anytime for any reason, either sexually or otherwise. I cannot grant a wish for anyone other than you unless you make that wish on their behalf without coercion."

Klaus snorted. "Nothing to worry about there. I'm not easily manipulated, I assure you."

Caroline nodded her head in agreement. "Yes, I can tell you are very smart. That makes me very happy, Master," she added, kissing him on the cheek and smiling up at him. "I cannot reverse death, nor can I end life. I cannot use violence unless it is to save my master from an imminent attack. I cannot manipulate emotions. I cannot reveal myself to others unless you say so and you must do so each time you wish me to be seen," she explained.

"What if someone comes in and you're with me?" he asked curiously.

"No one but my master can see me. I am for you and only you unless you choose to reveal my existence. If you choose to do so, that person will lose all memory unless they are under your instructions or in your immediate vicinity. I cannot be the cause or end of a war. I cannot do silly things such as breathe underwater or make giant buildings suddenly appear or walk through walls. However, I can teleport!" she shared excitedly.

"Can you fly on a magic carpet?" he teased.

Caroline did not seem to understand the reference but smiled and answered anyway. "Yes, I can. Although I have not used a carpet to fly. It would not be necessary. Normally it's more like levitating, Master," she said as though this were very obvious and his suggestion had been ridiculous. "Flying is very fun, but teleporting is much more practical. My last master liked to get around in a thing called an automobile. Have you heard of them?" she asked, her voice perky.

Klaus laughed out loud at that. "Yes, yes I do believe I have. When exactly was the last time you had a master?" he asked.

"What year is it, Master?" she asked politely.

"It is currently 2019, jeannie," he informed her.

Caroline nodded her head in thought. "It has been 101 years since my last master died. He caught influenza. It was very sad. Many people died," she said sadly.

Klaus remembered that pandemic. Rebekah had been a volunteer in a New Orleans flu ward. "Fifty million people died. It was very unfortunate," he concurred. "Do you have any other restrictions on wishes?"

Caroline tilted her head to the side, thinking. "Sometimes I am not aware of what I cannot do until I try. I had a master who wanted me to cause a tornado so he would be the only farmer with pigs, but I was not able to do that for him," she said casually. "I have found I cannot do things that would cause mass suffering. Other than that, I live to serve!" she said bouncing on her funny shoes.

Was this really happening? A jeannie? It seemed so farfetched, even for his life. If he was hallucinating, Klaus sincerely hoped he never came back to reality. He pulled her to him with his strong hands on her delicate hips. She continued to stare up at him with that same enchanting smile. He wound his hand in her cascading curls and kissed her roughly and deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her tiny fingers playing with the end of his golden locks. His tongue dominated her mouth and she purred, the vibrations thrumming down to the back of his throat. He pulled back and looked down at her body appreciatively. Just to see what would happen, he pinched one of her nipples and then the other, so they stood at attention. She smiled the whole time and never moved her hands from the back of his neck. "Your little outfit doesn't cover much, little jeannie," he teased, tracing the line of her mini vest between her breasts.

Caroline looked down at his talented fingers caressing her skin and then back up at his lusty expression. "I can remove it if you wish, Master. Would you prefer me naked?" she asked enthusiastically.

Klaus barked out a laugh. No, he definitely never wanted to wake up if this was a dream. "Yes, Caroline, I would prefer you naked," he joked, laughing hysterically when she blinked her eyes and was immediately bare before his lusty gaze. "Wow. You do aim to please, don't you?" he whispered as he took her in his arms. He tugged at her curls that now fell free without her tiny hat. "I would like it if this was the only hair you had," he informed her. She blinked as was as pristine as the day she was born… if she had been born. Were jeannies born or did they come out of the oven as perfect sex goddesses? He wasn't sure, nor did he care as he examined her figure.

A low growl emitted from deep in the hybrid's throat. His jeannie wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled back to give him an unobstructed view as she smiled up at him like he was the best thing in the entire world. He glided his thumbs down her body, admiring the way she melted at his touch. She dissolved into him as though they had been together for every one of his thousand years. Caroline was made for him and she would never leave unless he willingly gave her away… and he was never, ever going to do that. She was HIS now and would be his always and forever.

So… do we need a sequel? :)