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“So that’s how you want to play this, love?" | The Mikaelson Boys

Hey My Lovelies! I hope all is well today! I received a request ages ago from @activist-af to do something like this, as you will read below. I honestly aimed to fit the movie night theme in there but it was swallowed up pretty fast! I only meant for this fic to be 3000 or so words but, as it always seems to do, it got away from me.I truly hope that you enjoy this, you've given me an unwavering amount of support these past few months while I was battling a major bout of depression and writers block. I can't repay all the kindness and love you've given me but I hope this is a start! Much love darling! And much love to all of you lovelies! Please have a fantastic evening for me! <3

Please read before continuing: I usually wouldn't write this much before my story but I wanted to add this: this story is my first full blown smut. I'm honestly not sure how well it will go over but I tried to make it as loving and healing as I could. I take my writing very seriously. I know sex for many is a touchy subject, and that truly pains me. I sincerely hope every single one of you reading this feels all the love and saftey I tried to incorporate into this peace. I wish you an eternity of love and healing. Be safe my loves!

Request: "Could u do a mikaelson boys x reader? Any plot really, but I’d very much love it if it was a bit more Kol focused. there’s just such a lack of content for all three of them and I love your writing so much. If u need any plot point ideas maybe a movie night kinda thing? I really hold him a bit higher than the other boys. Or something similar to the fic with the Klaus + Eli being injured? Fluffy ending please, smut is fantastic too 🖤"

Description: Y/n is upset that the boys won't let her come on their mission with them, feeling isolated and useless. Kol is supposed to stay behind and watch out for her however things get heated after she tells him off.

Pairing: The Mikaelson Boys x Fem!Reader, mainly Kol and Elijah

Warnings: THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY FIC!!! This is a full blown smut, I honestly do not know how it happened, probably 4000/5000 words are pure sex scenes, also there's a bit of fighting/angst at the beginning of the first scene but it doesn't last

Word count: 5343 (I'm so sorry)

Tags: ANGST, SMUT (full on), FLUFF

(Pics aren't mine but the moodboard is :) )

“I really don’t see why you guys are leaving me behind, again,” you run an agitated hand through your hair, huffing indignantly at the two boys in front of you.

Yes, boys. Not men. If they aren't going to treat you like the full grown woman you are then no way in hell are you going to give them any validation either. Even in your head.

“It’s too dangerous,” Elijah’s chocolate eyes are stern, his hands clenching at his sides, “I can’t risk the witches doing anything to you as a way to get to us. You’re too important.”

Your chest warms slightly at his words but it isn’t enough to break down your resolve. Three hundred years under your belt; they’re going to need to do better than that if they want to keep you away. There are only so many times you can stay away from a fight, only so many times you can watch them come home hurt knowing that if you had gone with them then maybe you could have prevented it. You’re a family and you’re tired of feeling like you aren’t pulling your weight.

You narrow your eyes at the tall boy, still not man, trying to peer through all the red you’re seeing, “I’m not a child, Elijah.”

He stares right back, not backing down, his face cut like marble, unwavering. Beautiful but harsh. Stone. He wears a white shirt, the first button popped and the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His veins are prominent and tempting. Elijah means business. You swallow the lump in your throat, pushing away the heat growing in your stomach.

“Love, trust me, we know you aren't a child. Any other time I would gladly rip you upstairs and prove it. Right now, though, I agree with him. You’re staying here,” Klaus’ softer voice pulls your attention from your staring match with the eldest Mikaelson.

He has a leather jacket on, the material clinging tight to his arms, ready to burst. He’s smiling but it doesn’t reach his crystal eyes. He folds his arms neatly in front of him. He’s not going to budge either.

You scoff at him, shaking your head, “I want to come, Klaus. I need to.”

A new voice joins the three of you in the foyer, “I can make that happen, darling, but you’ve got to stay home with me if you want that.”

You don't even need to turn around to hear the smirk on Kol’s voice but you do anyway, meeting the youngest Mikaelson face to face. He has a grin on his lips, one that, in any other situation, would have you weak in the knees. He has a sweatshirt on and a pair of sleep shorts. He’s on babysitting duty, he doesn’t need anything else. You only roll your eyes at him before facing Elijah once more.

“I’m part of this family, too, you know. It should be my choice,” you have to will your voice not to crack, keeping your tone as low and as steady as you can, “I’m not useless, Elijah, as much as you’d obviously disagree.”

You rub your hands over your bare arms, fending off a sudden chill. You feel like there’s ice coursing through your veins. A traitorous tear tracks down your cheek but you make no move to get it. Elijah’s hardened face softens when he notices.

“Baby, come on,” he reaches to grab you but you step back, not allowing him to touch you.

He can’t do that, make the decisions for you. Maybe if you were still human it would be called for but now it’s not. Sure, you aren't a millennium like they are but you’re not a piece of glass either. You’re strong, whether they want to acknowledge it or not.

“Don’t, Elijah,” you back away further, your cheeks drenched but your eyes fierce, “I’ll see you guys in a few days. Be safe.”

You turn and walk away, ignoring all three brothers as they call out to you, heading up to your room before any of them decide to follow you. You close the door, not slamming it but not exactly shutting it gently either. You can hear Elijah sigh from the front hall and you know he’s tugging on his hair. Klaus swears, his frustrated voice floating up to your ears. More tears fall but you brush them away angrily, lifting a pillow from your bed and screaming into it. No doubt they can hear it but, right now, you couldn't care less. The front door shuts and your heart plummets.

You sit on the edge of your bed, gripping your dark comforter tightly. Usually you like being the one they take care of. You like being held, how small they make you feel. Right now, though, it’s too much.

A soft knock draws your attention to the door, Kol’s careful voice cutting through the wood, “darling?”

“Leave me alone, Kol,” you try your best to make your words harsh but you only sound tired.

“Not likely, love,” he presses, “you know I can go all night, now it’s up to you what that means.”

Your cheeks flush and, as if he can see you through the door, he chuckles. The sound echos through your chest, stirring the remains of anger and frustration and mixing them with something hot and untamed. You pull the door open, coming face to face with the smirking Mikaelson.

“Sorry you landed with babysitting duty, Kol, but I’ve kept myself alive for three hundred years now and I’m pretty sure I can handle two more days on my own. Why don’t you go help Elijah and Klaus, yeah? Seeing as you are the only three who can actually do any good. I’m clearly not strong enough to do anything so I’ll just sit here and look pretty and do absolutely nothing at all because I’m useless. Okay?”

With that you close the door in his face. Well, you try to but he wedges his body in the way so you can’t shut him out. Whatever smile had previously been on his face is long gone and in its place sits a deep frown. His brown eyes ice over slightly and he stands taller than he did mere seconds ago. You can feel a switch in the atmosphere and suddenly you’re face to face. You honestly can’t tell which one of you is more pissed off.

“So that’s how you want to play this, love,” he pushes closer to you, “you want to get angry, yeah? Alright darling, I can do that.”

You open your mouth to protest but before any profanities can fly out his lips are on yours, fierce and strong. He uses his foot to kick the door closed, slamming it into place. It’s done merely for effect. No one is home but the two of you. He spins you around aggressively, pushing you roughly against the hardwood. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, no doubt drawing blood. As if on cue a copper taste fills your mouth, drowning your senses in red. This time, though, the anger is mixed with a wicked kind of lust.

Your hands find his hair without your permission, tugging harshly at the roots. He groans into your mouth, a sound that makes you want to slap him across the face and wrap your legs around him all the same. His hand snakes around your waist, squeezing your hip with a fervour that will no doubt leave bruises that will take longer than usual to heal. He pushes against you, every single part of him rock hard.

“God fucking damnit, Kol,” his lips find your throat with painful ease, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth in a way thats just this side of painful over pleasurable.

Right now, though, you crave every bit of pain that Kol lays on you. In a sick way you’re proving that you can take it. That you’re strong enough to do the things that they do. Another flash of red floods your vision when you think of the other two Mikaelson's who refused to let you help. You drag one of your hands down Kol’s back, scratching hard enough for him hiss against your neck.

He jerks away from you quickly, only long enough to rip the sweatshirt over his head before he attacks your neck again. He sinks his teeth in at the same moment he rips your tank top in half, lulling you into that sweet mixture of pleasure and pain, hate and lust once more. His shoulders are deliciously toned under your searching fingers and this time when you drag your nails down his back you know you draw blood. Serves him right anyway.

“Fuck, baby,” he wraps a hand around both of your wrists, pinning your hands above your head, “that kinda hurt.”

You want to claw the smirk off of his face. Or kiss it. You can’t quite decide. His other hand is slowly sliding up your back, inching towards the clasp of your bra. His eyes burn into yours, the inferno behind them nothing less than intense. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears so loud it’s almost hypnotic when combined with the tantalizing draw of his hand. It lulls you into a false sense of security, your eyelids heavy in anticipation. He stops moving when his fingers are about to undo the hooks.

He pushes his hips closer to yours, locking you between his body and the door. His stomach is hot against yours and cut like marble. Your fingers itch to feel every bump and dip with agonizing intricacy. Every inch of your skin is alight, every hair raised waiting for anything to happen. You can feel every breath he takes as if it’s your own, your covered breasts just barely grazing him with each rise and fall of his chest. It’s delicious torture.

“Before we go any further here, I need to know what you want. Do you want some quick fuck that’s going to leave you more angry when it’s done?” He rolls his hips against yours, sending sparks flying through your body at the first real touch you’ve had tonight, “or do you want me to make love to you like you know I can. And make all these terrible feelings go away. It’s your choice, darling?”

His words tangle and knot in the pit of your stomach, weaving through the white hot hatred that had been building in your stomach until it explodes. They hit you right at the source like missiles aimed with the utmost precision to destroy every bit of anger left in you. Tears prickle at the edge of your vision, your senses overloaded from the sudden loss of your fury. All that’s left in its wake is this gut wrenching feeling of not being good enough. It’s the original problem and he just effortlessly broke through to it.

“I,” you tug your bruised lip between your teeth, if only to keep it still, “make it go away, Kol. Please.”

“That’s all I want to do, darling.”

He releases your wrists, opting instead to haul your body into his arms and slamming his lips against yours once more. You waste no time running your freed fingers down his sculpted chest, admiring the way his muscles tense as he holds you up. You push yourself as close to his body as you can get, wrapping your legs around his taught stomach and clinging on for dear life. He kisses you slowly, as if drawing all the negative energy out of your body with his lips.

He walks the two of you backwards towards your bed, sitting on the edge, leaving you straddling his hips in the most delicious way. You push your hips to bring you closer together, wanting to feel every part of him that you can. He meets every movement with his own energy, wrapping an arm around you back to keep you pressed against him. Your body is warming up once more in his arms.

He pulls his lips from yours reluctantly, his hand snaking back to the clasp on your back, “this needs to go.”

You shiver at the light touch of his fingertips on your spine, arching with the click of the hooks coming undone. He pulls the lace from your chest slowly, his thumbs grazing down your arms, memorizing every inch of skin he can get his hands on. His eyes meet yours again and he drops the fabric on the ground next to your bed. His hands, now resting on your hips, trail fire up your stomach as they trace their way over your ribs.

“Kol, please,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders, reveling in the warmth of his chest so close to your own, “I need you.”

There’s a glint in his eye again but this time you don’t want to slap him. No this time you want him to do heavenly things to every part of you. You want him to take the last remains of this awful feeling and snuff it out with his mouth. His hands finally crest the remainder of your ribcage, his thumbs teasing the underside of your breasts with tantalizingly careful circles. Tears sting your vision again from all the pent up energy inside of you.

“What shall I do, darling,” his thumbs draw along the sides of your breasts, stoking the untameable fire in the pit of your stomach once more, “tell me how you want me to touch you.”

His fingers dance closer to their target, each stroke driving your brain further into it’s Kol induced frenzy. All you can see, all you can hear, all you can smell is the boy in front of you.

“Kol,” his name falls from your lips in a desperate moan, “please just do something, god.”

He chuckles, a sound that flows like honey and wraps around every inch of you like silk. His eyes sear into your own, daring you to break his stare but you don’t. You can’t

“Well I could do this.”

His thumbs roll over your hardened nipples, as if to punctuate his words, and you see stars. You don’t even try to stop the moans that tumble from your lips, turning to clay in his hands. You give him free reign to mould your body in any way he desires, as long as hands never leave your skin. He pinches each bud between his fingers gently, pulling more praises from deep within you. His eyes never leave your face, drinking in each expression with unashamed greed.

“Or maybe I could do this.”

You know what’s coming when he leans forward, It’s quite clear what his intentions are. However, what you aren’t expecting is for the first gentle nip to send you so violently crashing over the edge that you have to squeeze your thighs around him to avoid falling off the bed. He doesn’t stop when you cry out and you don't want him to. Every swirl of his tongue around your nipple sends you spiraling further into the sweet oblivion he’s created just for you. He rocks his hips against yours while his mouth assaults you, pressing the delicious hardness against you while you fall apart.

He detaches his lips from your lips when you start to come down from your high, kissing his way up your sternum, over your collar bone, before settling on your throat.

“So beautiful darling,” he pulls your skin into his mouth as if he didn't just get enough just moments ago, “so damn beautiful.”

You press down on his hard length again, pulling a groan from deep within his chest, “I want all of you, Kol. Please.”

That's all the encouragement he needs to flip the two of you over and lay you on your back. He kneels between your legs, hooking his thumbs in your plaid sleep shorts and pulling them off much faster than he had down with your bra. He’s more than warmed up now, something that excites you to no end. You’re left laying in a pair of black lace panties that match the bra on your floor.

Kol’s eyes go dark at the sight, a growl that hardens your nipples again rumbling through the air. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh before pulling the lace off of you once more and adding it to the growing pile of clothes. He kisses the junction of your thigh next, sending electricity rippling through your body. It restarts the heat once more and the familiar wildfire rips through your abdomen. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to stand many more orgasms if each one is to be like the first.

“Please just make love to me, Kol, I need to feel you.”

He lifts his head from your thighs, a sight that you will never grow tired of, and his eyes set ablaze, “I was made for nothing more.”

Your heart flutters rapidly in your chest, a warmth spreading like butter over your bones. He kicks his own shorts and boxers off quickly, moving back up your body to rest between your legs. You drink in the heat radiating off his body, allowing it to soothe the remaining ache leftover from your small throw down. His one hand slips under your head, lacing through your hair gently. The other reaches between you, lining himself up against your opening. The slightest touch of him against you is enough to have you mewling his name already.

He teases you slightly, taking his sweet time before pushing in. The first thrust is pure magic, filling you in the way that only Kol can. Each of you boys feel different. Kol lights every one of your nerves on fire with his slow movements. He makes you feel every deliberate movement. He makes you know that every circle of his hips, every time he joins you together is done to perfection exactly how he intends. Kol makes you aware of your entire body and just how much control he has over it.

He pulls back slowly before thrusting back inside of you hard enough to rock your bed into the wall. You clench around him without warning, pulling your name from his lips with mouthwatering ease and sending small shocks through your lower half.

“Christ, baby,” he rocks his hips deeper into yours, burying himself all the way inside you, “how are you so close again already.”

You giggle quietly from underneath him, wrapping your legs around his hips and rolling your own to meet his thrusts. Your hands glide over his shoulders, soothing the scratches you left earlier. You draw his face to your own, pulling his lips down to graze yours. You want him to feel every word you say.

“Don’t play coy, you know exactly what you’re doing,” the end of your sentence is blurred with unrelenting moans.

His hand grabs your leg, pushing your knee to your chest before pushing you into the mattress with a world altering thrust, “you’re right darling, I just like to hear you say it.”

He closes the gap between your lips with another shattering push, your walls clenching harder than before around him again. You swallow each moan that slips from his mouth and into yours. His nutmeg scent clings to you and you know it will take days to scrub him off of you, not that you want to. You could very well spend the next century wrapped up in Kol in every single way possible.

He picks up the pace, slamming into you with controlled ease. Your hands lace through his hair, keeping him as close to you as possible. Your senses are overwhelmingly heightened, allowing you to feel every damned inch of him. You’re in serious danger of falling apart. The fiery ball in your stomach is at its peak once more. When he pulls your lip between his teeth, and you taste the crimson, it explodes.

This time you don't just see stars, you see the sun and the moon and every planet in the solar system. He continues to move in and out of you, drawing out the intensity of your orgasm as he rides his own out. You cling to him with everything you have, refusing to breathe anything but Kol. Everything in this moment is about him and the way he makes you feel. Nothing else matters anymore. Perhaps nothing even mattered before. All there is, all there has ever been, is this one moment.

When you finally land back on earth, he slowly pulls out of you, giving you one last taste of electricity before drawing you to lay on his chest. Your ears ring from the energy you just exerted at Kol’s mercy, your skin deliciously sticky against his own. You're completely and undeniably spent.

You don’t realize that you’re crying until you go to speak, “Kol.”

You feel the sharp inhale he takes rather than hear it. Before you can blink the fresh wave of tears away he’s flipped you around, laying between your legs again and propped up on his elbows. His face is pure concern, his eyebrows creased together in a way that makes you want to smooth every harsh line away. It makes you cry that much harder.

“Darling, talk to me,” he runs a soothing hand down your thigh, pulling you close to him, “what’s wrong baby?”

The tears pour faster at the gentle tone in his voice, drawing an answer to the surface before you even process what you’re saying, “Do they think I’m useless? Do you?”

Your voice is shattered, all the emotions from today coming together in yet another crescendo. You can hear your blood rushing through your ears, drowning out the sounds around you. It’s probably the reason you miss the footsteps pounding up the stairs. You can feel Kol’s soft caresses but just barely. The only thing registering in your mind is the feeling of being completely and utterly weak. Why do they keep you around if you can’t even hold your own?

“God’s no, never. Not even a little bit,” just as Kol speaks, the door opens.

Well, the door slams open, hitting the wall with a crack that echoes through the large house. Kol isn’t startled. He should be but he doesn’t even flinch at the bang. You, on the other hand, tense underneath him, the pounding in your ears still as intense as before. A woodsy scent flows through the now open doorway, pine mingling with your already nutty skin. The pieces start clicking together, albeit at a slower pace than you like.

You’re almost certain you know who’s in the doorway but you look anyway to make sure, “Elijah.”

His name is a whisper and it gets lost under Elijah's own words, his dark eyes searing into yours, “Kol, do you mind giving us a moment?”

Kol glances down at you, a small smile playing on his lips. You plead with him to stay but this is Kol, he’s your hell-raiser. He places a soft kiss on your forehead before he stands, still completely naked, and walks out of the room.

He pauses on the other side of the door, settling a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “careful brother, she scratches.”

Elijah shuts the door when he leaves, much gentler than he had been when opening. Your boys, always the ones for theatrics. He leans against the frame, folding his arms over his chest. You stand from the bed, trying to meet his height but failing. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand but it doesn’t do much to clear the droplets. He tracks your every movement with a fire raging behind his chocolate eyes. You’re painfully aware of how much of your skin is on display for him; that is, all of it.

“What,” you pause when your voice cracks, stealing a moment to compose yourself, “what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be off saving the day.”

He pushes off the door, taking a few steps towards you. You can see he's fighting back a lot of primal instincts. He's as affected by your lack of clothes as you are. His eyes shift rapidly between his usual brown and a deeper coal colour. Despite the situation, you can’t help the heat seeping from between your thighs. He stops a few feet in front of you. There’s no way he can’t smell you right now.

“I was needed elsewhere,” his eyes dip down momentarily, his jaw clenching, “by someone infinitely more important.”

You watch him squeeze his fists together, forcing his eyes to remain on yours. The determination in them is unwavering and fierce. He takes another step towards you.

“It seemed important a few hours ago,” you drop your eyes to your feet, breaking his stare.

He grabs your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him and, in turn, igniting your body, “I assure you it was not nearly as important as making sure that you’re ok.”

Your throat tightens, aching with the promise of even more tears. You wish you could just stop. You’re not afraid to cry but usually you can control it. Right now you can’t. Everything has been building, every little insecurity has pooled, and today was the chip in the damn needed to make the whole thing collapse. It’s too much.

“I’m not,” you wrap your arms tight around yourself, gripping your arms with bruising strength to try and hold back the tremors, “ I am not okay Eli. I feel so helpless. Everytime you come home bleeding and exhausted and where am I?” You run a trembling hand through your mussed hair, yanking at the roots, “Here. Always just here, useless, letting you and Klaus and Kol take it all for me. Am I really that weak? That I’m just extra collateral damage to worry about? What is it, Elijah?”

The words pour from you, each one making him flinch like he’s being hit by an invisible enemy. Every syllable is a bullet to his chest. His body tenses further, his eyes no longer holding any trace of their usual warm brown. Instead they're pitch black, the veins under his eyes a deep plum. The veins in his arms pop as well, his fists iron tight. He curses under his breath when you finish. His voice is gravelly and scrapes the deepest pit of your soul.

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, whatever resolve he had been clinging to snaps. He pulls you towards him, wrapping his strong hands around your hips and lifting you against him, giving you a second to wrap your bare legs around his clothed hips.

“Elijah, what are you doing?” You cling to his chest, trying to avoid tumbling out of his arms when he begins walking you towards your bed once more.

He doesn't answer your question, laying you down against your ruffled comforter, “You aren’t collateral damage, baby.”

His voice is the lowest you’ve ever heard it, emanating from somewhere deep inside him. He opens the first few buttons of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before making it even halfway down his chest. He drops it, much like he Kol had not long before, next to your bed. Kicking off his shoes, he kneels on the bed, coming to rest between your thighs. The heat emanating from you is now a furnace and it in no way goes unnoticed by him. His dark eyes swim across your naked body, drinking in every inch.

“Eli-” whatever you’re going to say is obliterated when he leans down and attaches his lips to the crook of your thigh, dangerously close to being exactly where you need him.

“You aren't weak,” he moves to your other thigh, nipping at the delicate skin and pulling unintelligible murmurs from your throat.

He kisses his way to your center, the anticipation growing like a knot in your stomach, begging to be unraveled once more. Even in the midst of falling apart you can’t get enough of these men. He lays a soft kiss against you, offering you the slightest glimpse of what you know his mouth can do. In the exact same way you had with Kol earlier, every part of you craves Elijah.

Your body arches willingly to meet the first swipe of his tongue, his name falling from your lips like a praise, “you aren't a burden to me, you beautiful creature.”

You cry out as he works his mouth expertly against you, his words humming ecstasy into your skin, melting away any trace of doubt in your mind. His arms wrap around your thighs, bringing you as close to his face as he can get you. The sight of him completely engulfed in your heat is almost enough alone to send you tumbling right there and then over the edge.

“You mean more to me than anything else on this fucking earth,” his dark eyes meet yours as he works you dangerously close to breaking before letting up once more, “and if I have to spend every hour for the next hundred years worshipping you to prove it then consider it done.”

He lowers his mouth against you harder, sucking your electrified warmth with renewed vigour. Your hands seek out his hair, tugging him against you and raising your hips to meet every pass of his tongue. The smell of pine trees and sex envelope you, brining you the closest yet to the kind of high only Elijah can draw from you. In this moment you’re nothing more than entirely his.

“I cannot lose you, baby,” he slips a few of his fingers inside you, “please let me protect you. I need to. Please.”

He curls his fingers just as the last syllable rolls off his tongue and into your core, shattering you into a million tiny pieces. Your hands fist his hair as your body clenches around his hand, pulling a delectable groan from his lips. Your third orgasm almost puts you to sleep on the spot, each of your muscles completely exhausted. Elijah watches you come undone the entire way through, nothing less than reverent awe locked on his face.

He wastes no time pulling your spent body into his arms, wrapping you as close to him as he can manage. You bury yourself against his neck, admiring how even the most unassuming parts of him have an undue amount of strength. He truly is your warrior.

“Eli,” you yawn into his chest, basking in the warmth of his skin, “I can protect myself.”

He tightens his arms around you, “I know you can, baby, but you shouldn't need to. I’ve been searching my entire life for a meaning. A thousand years of trying to be honorable. Then I found you and, all of a sudden, it all makes sense. All the searching and fighting and pain finally has a purpose: to protect you. Let me take it for you. Please.”

You’re speechless, there isn’t anything else to it. His words hit you with immense power, sinking into your skin and settling around your bones. You’re his, all of theirs, to watch over. You really didn't know he felt this strongly. You’ve always had to defend yourself. Perhaps you just aren't used to someone else being so willing to take on that task. Someone begging to take it.

He stands suddenly, with you still in his arms, and walks out of your room, starting down the hall. The faintest sound of rushing water fills your ears, lulling you into a welcome daze.

“Where are we going, Eli?” You have yet to open your eyes, stuck in the soft between being awake and falling asleep.

He kisses your forehead, resting his head on yours, “Niklaus said he wanted to take a bath, my love.”

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The Howling

They just knew the moment their eyes locked and suddenly the full moon made sense. No longer was Caroline going to have to suffer through a heat with no partner to calm that urge; having refused to take another to her bed since the incident. No longer was she going to have to run wild through the woods, searching for the other half that was to belong to her; only to come up empty. Caroline always knew that one day she would find her mate.

She just never thought it would Klaus Mikaelson.

Written for June 2020 Bingo- Prompt "Mates" @klaroline-events

A/N: Before we begin, please note that there are sensitive things discussed in this story that could be triggering for some. Mentions of sexual assault do occur in this story and if that is something that bothers you, please keep that in mind.

The Howling

“That tickles.” Caroline muffled in a chuckle as Klaus’s lips trailed down her side. She could feel his blonde stubble from his chin on her skin; a sign that he had not shaved in days. Caroline did not care. She enjoyed the scratching the prickle of his hair caused; knowing that it would leave red marks on her skin. She wanted to be coated in his scent; for the rest of her pack to know that she was his. That he claimed her, marked her and would stand by his side. More importantly, she wanted her scent on him. “But don’t stop.”

“I’ll never stop Caroline. You’re mine. As I am yours.” Klaus’s husky voice trailed over her, causing her to quiver. She let out a moan as his tongue took a long lick of her center, causing her to cry out his name. She could feel his smirk against her, enjoying her reaction to him. He continued to eat at her, inserting two fingers inside of her and curling them to touch that specific spot that always made her come. “I’ve claimed you, Sweetheart. Over and over again, I have marked you.”

“Klaus!”

It came as a surprise to Caroline that the Alpha of the largest werewolf pack in the continental United States would be the one her wolf would choose. Of course, no wolf really knew how mates were chosen; they just knew when they met. They just knew the moment their eyes locked and suddenly the full moon made sense. No longer was Caroline going to have to suffer through a heat with no partner to calm that urge; having refused to take another to her bed since the incident. No longer was she going to have to run wild through the woods, searching for the other half that was to belong to her; only to come up empty. Caroline always knew that one day she would find her mate.

She just never thought it would Klaus Mikaelson.

Caroline came from a small pack located in an out of the way town in Virginia. The founding families of Mystic Falls were all made of shapeshifters who transformed every full moon into a pack of wolves. Packs were scattered all over the world and each pack were territorial of their land; Caroline’s pack was no different. When Klaus informed their pack Alpha, Caroline’s mother Liz, that they were coming for a visit; it set the town on edge. He ensured that he meant no harm but wanted to meet but his reassurance did not sooth the packs worry; Caroline included.

Klaus was known for his brutality and willingness to kill anyone who dared cross him. However, he was also fair and beloved by the wolves that followed him. He took care of his people and took offenses to them seriously. Klaus did not venture far from his home in New Orleans often, nor to simply come and decimate a random pack in the middle of nowhere but it did not settle their nerves.

“What do you want Caroline?” Klaus purred and she whimpered as his voiced echoed through her veins. He kissed his way across her flat stomach and Caroline rubbed her thighs together trying to create some friction; the sight only caused Klaus to chuckle. He enjoyed seeing her squirm and toying with her body; making her release that much sweeter. “You’ll have to tell me what you want, Sweetheart.”

“You. I want you.”

They had not left her small studio apartment in three days. After the moment in the woods when she first saw him, they did not want to leave each other’s side. They created a bubble that was just for them; rarely getting out of bed. It was their Claiming; a werewolf tradition that occurred when two mates meet, and they lay claim to one another. They marked each other, letting others know that they belonged to another.

For the first time in a year, Caroline felt whole.

Caroline stood by her mother’s side, in the middle of the woods surrounding the town her pack claimed as their territory. The woods were bright with the morning sun shining through the branches. Birds were chirping overhead, and their songs made Caroline’s wolf unsettled. It did not help that her mother invited him. She was nervous and on edge; her wolf itching to reach out and attack but the moment she started to feel Klaus approach the clearing, all worry seemed to end; all that mattered was him.

The leaves bustled and the light breeze that caused Caroline’s hair to flutter caused her to catch his sent. His scent set her on guard; knowing that her mate was near before she set eyes on him. She could hear the cracking to the twinges beneath his boots as he and a few of his wolves hiked towards them. She heard how his feet moved faster and quicker; he could sense her too. The few members of her own pack could feel his presence but not in the way Caroline could.

Caroline felt her mate before she saw him.

Caroline was surprised that Klaus did not take her in the clearing, she would have let him, a fact that surprised even her, but she quickly learned that he was possessive; he wanted no one to lay eyes on her but himself. The moment she saw him with his dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and dimples; she could not focus on anything else. She vaguely remembered him introducing himself, his eyes never leaving hers. Without a thought or a care, Caroline had walked towards him, Liz calling her name; asking what she was doing, but she ignored her. All she could think of was putting her hands on him; touching him and feeling him.

Klaus let her.

It became quite apparent what was happening to all those around them, but she cared not. She didn’t even care that her own personal monster was there. A man in a suit stepped from behind Klaus and took over the conversation but Caroline did not bother to listen to him. All she could see was Klaus and the feeling of her wolf wanting to claim him; to submit to him. She wanted her scent on him, to mark him as hers. Caroline pressed herself as close to him as she could, pressing her body to him while her teeth nipped at his throat.

“Do you have a name Sweetheart?”

“Caroline.”

“My Caroline.”

As they lay tangled in her bed, the days slowly ticking by, neither cared for the outside world; only focusing on laying their claim. In the moments that came in-between; lying beside one another, their bodies covered in sweat; they talked. It felt easy to open up to him and she listened to every word that came out of his mouth. He told her of growing up in a hostile pack with an alpha who he had always known was not his biological father; calling Klaus’s real father out when he realized the child his mate carried was not his. How Klaus challenged him at the tender age of sixteen and won. Hundreds of wolves bowed to him and even when he was challenged, he conquered.

Caroline told him of her childhood in Mystic Falls; how almost everyone was a wolf and those who were not knew nothing of those who were. It was the best kept secret in the town. She told him of her father leaving when she was in high school for a man; abandoning the pack for one in Atlanta. They never spoke anymore. She told him everything she could.

Well, almost everything.

There was one thing she could not bring herself to speak of.

Klaus crawled up her body and gazed down at her; her eyes meeting his. She spread her legs for him for what felt like the thousandths time since she saw him three days previously. Klaus entered her, rocking his hips back and forth. His touch was never going to be enough. She knew she would always crave him, want him; the feeling of his body against hers was beyond the sex she had with the others she had been with; the one still bitter in her mind. Caroline knew it was because Klaus was her mate and that their lovemaking was far more primal than anything a heat could produce.

When they were able to pull themselves from one another enough to allow the rest of the world intrude into their sanctuary. Reality set in and no longer could they hide themselves from their mutual packs. Caroline pulled her phone from the spot she had tossed it days earlier, plugged it in and checked all the messages that had been piling up.

[Elena]: Text me when you can.

That was yesterday. Caroline bit her lip feeling like an awful friend. While her life was changing, faced with the upheaval and decision on whether she was leaving her pack for Klaus’s, Caroline recognized that in some ways, Elena would be facing the same choice but with a different set of circumstances.

[Caroline]: Hey, sorry. What’s up? [Elena]: Can I swing by? I need to talk. [Caroline]: Of course.

Klaus’s arms wrapped around her middle and he placed a kiss on the side of her neck. Caroline moaned but it wasn’t sexual, the feeling of his touch soothed her in a way that she had never experienced. The thought of leaving Mystic Falls terrified her. She had always assumed that if she found a mate, he would join her pack; Caroline never expected that she would be mated with an Alpha.

“I’ll never make you choose.” Klaus whispered to her in the dead of the night, holding her naked body close to him. The stars shined brightly outside her window and the light of the waning gibbous shined upon them through the glass; the full moon only days away. “The alpha here is your mother. I would never make you choose.”

“It’s a scary thought. Leaving.” Caroline leaned up and kissed him. “But I want to be with you. You’re my mate. And besides, New Orleans is not far. I can always come back for a visit.”

“Whenever you want.” Klaus vowed, pushing a small strand of hair behind her ear before kissing the top of her forehead. “She will always be welcome in New Orleans, Sweetheart. Your entire pack is welcome. The city is full of wolves already. What are a few more?”

“Can I ask for one thing?”

“Everything I have is yours, Caroline. Ask and it shall be yours.”

“One more full moon here. I want to run in the woods one last time before we go. I want you to run with me.”

Elena arrived quickly; the knock on the door sounded just in time for Caroline to put on her pants. Klaus jumped in her shower, knowing that Caroline would want the privacy. Elena looked as she always had; long brown hair, doe eyes and a kind smile that made the entire town love her.

Everyone knew the story of Elena Gilbert. A young wolf cub found roaming the woods alone who was no older than three. No memory or way to tell where she had come from; only stating that her name was Elena and she missed her cat. The town took her in, Grayson and Miranda Gilbert adopted her, and she became one of them.

“Hey. How are you?” Caroline opened her arms and Elena hugged her close. “I’m so sorry. I should have called and texted. This must be a shock for you but I just...”

“It’s fine Care. I get it. You found your mate and that would have taken all your time.” Elena blushed slightly, knowing what Caroline would have been doing for the last few days. While Elena was not mated with anyone, she had a relationship with Stefan Salvatore a few years back and Stefan had helped her through her heat more than once. Elena may be prudish, but she understood the concept of a claiming. “Where is Klaus?”

“In the shower.” Caroline replied, leading Elena to the sofa that sat near a window that overlooked the square of Mystic Falls. Caroline had sat in that exact spot a thousand times watching the people pass by in the early mornings. She would miss that view but was excited to see the bustle of Bourbon Street in the dead of night and in the early morning. “What is it?”

“It’s Katherine.” Elena whispered. “She wants me to go back to New Orleans with her. I just don’t know what I want.”

Caroline was distracted, Klaus’s hands were on her hips. She could not hear the voices of the wolves around her. She could not feel the light breeze that were rustling through the trees. She did not see the curious looks the few members of both packs were sending their way. It wasn’t until the man in a suit called for Klaus that her mate was able to turn his head and Caroline got a glimpse of her.

She was identical to Caroline’s best friend. She had the same features, but her expressions were different. She held herself differently and there was something harder about her than Caroline was used to seeing on Elena. If it had not been for the skintight clothing Elena would never wear, the curly hair and the seductive posture, Caroline would have never been able to tell them apart.

“My name is Katherine. I’ve been searching for my sister. Elena. Do you know her?”

“I was born Elena Peirce. My birth parents were John and Isobel Peirce. They died in a car accident twenty years ago. They got stuck in a flashed flood and their car went off a bridge. Katherine and I survived but somehow, I ended up roaming the woods. Getting lost. Liz found me before my birth parents’ pack could begin searching. Apparently, Katherine was in a foster home for a few days before the pack claimed her. Most thought I was dead but not Katherine. She never gave up the search.”

“How did she find you?”

“Klaus. He helped her track me down. It took a few years, but they succeeded.” Caroline’s brow creased. She did not know if she liked the idea of her mate helping another female wolf; Caroline’s wolf howled at the thought, feeling the need to claim him again. As though Elena could sense Caroline’s jealousy, she quickly added. “Katherine is mated to Elijah, Klaus’s brother.”

“Oh.” Caroline replied in a small voice and Elena gave her an understanding smile. Caroline’s wolf calmed and settled inside her. “Klaus won’t make you choose. If you come to New Orleans, he won’t make you cut off your relationship with your parents or Jeremy. Or if you decide to stay in Mystic Falls, you would always be welcome to visits Katherine or me.” Caroline bit her lip, reaching out to take Elena’s hand into hers. “It might be selfish of me, but I would love it if you came with me. I’m excited to start this new adventure but it would be nice to do it with a friend.”

“You’ll be having an adventure with Klaus.” Elena laughed, tossing her head to the side. “He is your mate and your new Alpha. Not only that but you’re going to be by his side. Holding a high position, standing next to the Alpha who commands the largest pack in the United States. Look at you Caroline. Destined to be the Queen of the Wolves.”

“Yeah. Maybe. I don’t know if I’m strong enough for that.”

“Not maybe. Most defiantly. If anyone can do it, it’s you.” Elena told her, a flash of anger in her brown eyes that Caroline had seen many times in the past year. Elena did what she could to build that confidence Caroline had been lacking ever since. “How are things with you and Klaus? Katherine told me what it was like, the claiming.” Elena whispered, blushing bright red again. “She said it is intense. Like a primal need that is similar to but stronger than the heat only it is directed at one person.”

“Yes. That would be a good way to describe it.” Caroline paused before pressing onward. “You know that need that you feel when in heat?” Elena nodded. “It’s like that. You need to…mate…but unlike with the heat that need is for one person, your mate. But its more than just the relief you get from the act. It’s about marking that person. When he was inside of me, all I could think about, well, besides the obvious, was that he was mine and no one else could have him. That he was it for me and I was it for him.”

“It sounds like you and Klaus really have bounded.” Elena replied with sadness. There was a time when she thought that Stefan was her mate but Caroline, and everyone, knew Elena was confusing the intense need of her heat to a claiming. Stefan relived that pain that came with a female wolf’s heat. However, it wasn’t until a wolf by the name of Lexi came to town and Stefan was mated with her. Elena was heartbroken. “Have you told him about, you know?”

Suddenly it felt like a bucket of ice was poured over her. Caroline froze as the memory of ice blue eyes and pain coursed through her. Elena was the only one who knew, besides Grayson Gilbert, and Caroline had every intention of keeping it that way.

“No.”

“Caroline-“

“No. He will demand for a Howling.” Caroline hissed and Elena’s eyes hardened. She knew that her friend was only coming from a good place but it was too much; Caroline could not face it. Elena hated him as much as Caroline, almost more she did sometimes.

“Maybe he should.”

The conversation ceased when Klaus opened the bathroom door and stepped out. Caroline’s heartbeat increased at the sight of him. He wore nothing but the pair of jeans she had washed for him during the spare moments when they left the bed. He was shirtless and Caroline was torn between admiration of his form and growling at the thought of Elena seeing her mate shirtless. Klaus sensed her reaction and tossed her a smirk before grabbing his Henley.

He introduced himself to Elena but allowed for the two of them to continue their conversation while he made a few calls in the kitchen; checking on the status of his pack. Elena went back to discussing the possibility of her moving to New Orleans to be with her sister and not having to watch Stefan with Lexi; but cringed at the idea of leaving her parents and Jeremy behind. When Elena realized that Caroline’s eyes kept shifting to Klaus, and he returned the gaze, Elena bid her goodbyes with a small smile.

The moment Caroline shut the door behind Elena, Klaus came and wrapped his arms around her middle; something Caroline was slowly realizing would become a habit. Not that she minded. She loved the feeling of his arms holding her close. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder, causing Caroline to moan at the touch of his lips.

“Sweetheart?” Caroline gave a soft whimper of acknowledgment as he continued to nip at her skin. Her eyes fluttered shut and she tilted her head, allowing him better access to her neck. She wanted him to suck on her neck but instead he pulled away to place a soft kiss on the top of her head. “Why would I demand for a Howling?”

Her entire body burned. It felt as though she was dying. If she tried to move, she knew that the pain would only worsen. Her naked body lay bruised and broken in the woods. It was not as though she planned for it. Caroline watched as the leaves flowed in the breeze, landing on her. The night sky seemed to torment her as the waxing gibbus hung high among the stars.

She did not mean for it to happen. No more than he did. Perhaps it was it was foolish of them both to neglect protection, but the heat clouded her judgment. Made Caroline beg for release and he had been willing; eager. Yet, when the full moon came, and she did not turn; they both knew why. The next morning it was like he could sense it on her. Caroline remembered his angry face and the fear that surged through her.

Caroline had a cub inside her, and its father wanted nothing to do with it.

The pack would demand he care for it. He would not be able to shrink his responsibilities. He did not want children with her no more than Caroline wanted to be tied to him. She just needed someone to ease the pain. It would not be the first time a cub was the product of the heat; that was the point of them after all. Procreation.

He had dragged her into the woods and beat her until she could not longer move. He stripped her of her clothing, forcing himself inside her before beating her again. He claimed that it was no matter if he came inside her now, he would ensure that she bore no children of his. When he was done with her, he left her there to die.

If Elena had not found her, Caroline was certain that she would have.

“You have to tell Liz.” Elena pleaded with Caroline, but she refused. She did not want to have to suffer through a Howling; of everyone knowing what had happened to her. Elena had brought Caroline to her father, a doctor, and he cleaned her wounds. “Caroline. He can’t get away with this.”

“I just want to forget.” Caroline had whispered, begging both Elena and Grayson to keep their silence. They did, only because they did not want her to suffer more than she already had. “No one else knows that I was unable to turn the other night. I’ll pretend I did. I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings. I got hit by a passing car. Wolves heal quickly. I’ll be fine.”

“Caroline-“Elena started but Caroline shot her a forceful look. “Fine, but I still hate him.”

Caroline turned on the next full moon, feeling empty; her hand always going to the place her child should have been.

“I do too.”

“I want a name.” Klaus’s teeth were clenched, and his fist balled. Caroline could feel the anger radiating off of him. She wanted to go to him, sooth him with her touch but she could sense that nothing was going to get rid of his fury but holding her assailant’s throat in his teeth; but she still tried. Caroline walked towards Klaus and placed her hands on his chest. She could feel his muscles relax ever so slightly but it did not release his tension completely. The rage he was feeling was unprecedented; even for him.

“Klaus-“

“A name Caroline.” She did not answer, at a loss for what to say. This is exactly what she wanted to avoid. Yes, it was painful to see him almost every day and know what he had done to her, but it was better than putting herself through a Howling. “He killed your child. His own flesh and blood and then he-“Klaus paused, sickened at the thought of what she endured. “I would have claimed that child as my own when I found you. I would have been a father if he did not want him.”

“But he wouldn’t have been yours.”

“Do you think that matters?” Klaus implored as though she had lost her mind. “A heat is a biological response for female wolves. I always knew that my mate would have had others before me. If a child was the product of it then so be it. As long as you are faithful to me- “

“I would never be unfaithful.” Caroline hissed, as though insulted at what he was insinuating. The mere thought of having another after the Claiming was nauseating. “And you better listen to me Klaus Mikaelson. I am not one who is willing to share her mate. I do not care if you’re my Alpha, I will not share.”

“It’s only you. It will only be you.” Klaus leaned down and kissed her hard, conveying what he was trying to say but couldn’t. Caroline wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hoping that her touch would be enough for him to forget his anger; but she should have known better. After a few moments, Klaus broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. “I still want a name and if you do not want to go through a Howling; then I will challenge him.”

“And if you lose?” Caroline whispered, gripping him close. She could not stand for the thought of losing him so soon after finding him, was something that she could not stand for. Images of Klaus’s mangled body and him standing over her mate victorious made her stomach roll. “Please. Can we not just let this go? It was a year ago now. I’ve moved on.”

Lie.

“No. I can’t. Many things, yes, I would be able to let go. If he had just helped you through your heat, I may have been jealous, but I never would have called him out. He abused you. He killed his own child that was inside you and he raped you just to show that he had power over you.” Klaus hissed, the anger flashing behind his eyes once again. “He deserves a Howling.”

“You’d have to speak with my mother. He is part of her pack; not yours.”

“Do you honestly think that I would not disclose why I am challenging him to Liz?” Klaus questioned and Caroline closed her eyes, tears falling down her cheeks. Klaus’s shoulders slumped helplessly. He placed his hands on the side of her face, gently whipping her tears away. “I do not like seeing you cry.” Caroline stared back up at him. “Why do you want me turn a blind eye? Why are you not out for his blood? Make me understand.”

“I’ve never seen a Howling. I know what they are. We all do but to experience it firsthand? I don’t want to put myself through that.” Caroline whispered in a hollow tone. “The entire pack would know what happened to me and I just can’t…” She trailed off before finding her voice again. “They will look at me like I’m something dirty. A failure. Female wolves are taught to keep themselves protected. To prevent children until they want them. They will say it was my fault! That I deserved it.”

“No. It was not your fault, it would never be your fault, Sweetheart.” Klaus told her gently. “And the child? It was an accident. My mother never intended to get pregnant with me. Her heat occurred when her mate, our alpha at the time, was out of town. She needed relief and I was the result of that. That did not make her weak.” He leaned down and kissed her gently. She knew the rest of the story; for he had told her in the dead of night. Esther was mated to their Alpha, but he did not take it kindly when she bore another wolf’s child. “And hear me Caroline. You are a survivor. You are so strong and full of light. He is a monster who hurt you. He was just as responsible for the creation of that child as you were. If he was so concerned about preventing a pregnancy, then he should have worn a condom. You were in heat. Your mind was not going to be able to focus on anything else.”

“Thank you.” She was crying in earnest, tasting the salt of her own tears on her lips. The gaping hole that had been tearing at her insides felt raw but in a way that was bittersweet. She buried her face into his chest, terrified if she lost that contact that she would break down completely. She never had the felt such validation; always having to hide behind a lie that she started herself.

“When we have children, they will be loved. I will never harm you in such a way. You could not turn in the next few days at the full moon because my seed took root and I would not harm you. I will worship the ground you walk on because you would be giving me a gift.” Caroline looked up at him, resting her head against the spot over his heart; hearing its thumping. The sound brought her comfort. “But if it means that much to you, I’ll walk away. We will go to New Orleans and you will never have to see him again.”

“You would do that? For me?” Klaus nodded. Caroline could see the immense effort it was taking not to demand a name from her and call for a Howling at the next full moon. He would wonder who it was for the rest of his life. He would wonder if the wolf would visit his pack when Liz came to see Caroline. He would wonder if he welcomed the man who raped his mate into his home. Caroline realized that she did not want to have that hanging over her head; for their lives to be tainted in such a way. She gave him a year of her life and that was enough. “If we do this. If I give you a name and we do this, will you stay with me? You won’t leave my side?”

“I will hold your hand the entire time and when we change, we will hunt him down together.” Caroline searched his eyes, looking for a sign of dishonesty. She found none. He meant each and every word. He would stand with her, even if she faced scorn at the hands of wolves who would argue for his side.

“His name is Damon Salvatore.”

“I heard you got hit by a car, Blondie.” Damon sneered at her. “Better look both ways next time.”

A Howling always took place during the full moon, bleeding into its apex. The woods held a haunting look to it. Torches had lined the pathway to a clearing and dozens of people lined the edges; watching the spectacle. The silence was deafening. Not a single person spoke. They simple looked on. Listening to their Alpha.

Damon was in the center of a large circle on his knees. His blue eyes boring a hole into Caroline, but she just glared back. Klaus’s hand was gripped in hers, providing her strength; allowing her to stand tall as she faced the one thing, the one person, she feared most. A Howling was terrifying and far worse than she expected but there was one thing it lacked.

Scorn.

Her mother and her Alpha stared down at Damon as though he was dirty and pathetic; tainted by the acts he committed. She detailed his crime for that pack and hearing their hiss of anger was enough for Caroline. Klaus gave her hand a tight squeeze and it allowed the tears to fall freely. For the first time, Caroline realized that she was not weak. She was not broken.

She was far stronger than she had ever given herself credit from.

Liz passed her judgement.

Guilty.

Caroline looked around and slowly each and every wolf lowered themselves to their knees. They all bowed to her justice. Elena’s knees hit the ground first, ready to condemn Damon to a Howling. Katherine linked arms with her sister while Elijah bowed next to his mate. Neighbors and childhood friends stood behind Caroline. Everyone except one.

“Stefan.” Liz replied in a low tone. “Do you want to speak on behalf of your brother? Why should he be spared?” Stefan looked at his brother in sadness, his fate tearing at him. Lexi reached up, yanking on her mate’s arm; hissing her displeasure in his ear. Slowly, Stefan sank down to his knees. “Very well. Klaus? Do you want to proceed? The moon is almost full.”

“No.” Klaus told Liz and Caroline whipped her head around. That was the deal the two alphas had made. They would share the responsibility of handing down Damon’s fate. Caroline looked at her mate in question. Klaus just brought her hand, that he never once let go of, to his lips and gave it a kiss. Caroline knew what he was offering; a chance at closure. “Go. Sweetheart. I’ll be right here. I promised you one last run. Okay?”

With a pounding heart, Caroline dropped Klaus’s hand and made her way over to Damon. He was still kneeling and this time it was Caroline who towered over him. He looked at her with those same eyes she had been terrified of for the past year. She sank down so she was at his eye level and never looked away from him. This time she had all the power. Wolves would howl at the moon, their teeth gleaming with his blood.

“Run.” Caroline whispered. “Run as fast as you can Damon because we will be following you. This is no pack of yours. You do not belong here but you will die here.”

A/N: I just want to say, this story is not at all how I anticipated it turning out; but I love it.It is by far one of my favorites that I've written for Bingo. I think this one, Contraband and Songbird (that will be posted Friday) are my top favorites.

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‘Cold’ Chapter Five

Word Count: 2,939

TW: Violence (abuse, scars, trauma, ((maybe)) victim-blaming), course language, advanced themes

The Deputy was having a nightmare. It was one she'd had before, a recurring nightmare that still got to her. It caused her to bolt straight up in bed, breathing heavily while staring ahead. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her mouth was dry, contrasting her sweating forehead. She used her sleeve to wipe off her face, trying to control her breathing.

"What's wrong?" Jacob asked, he was looking at her with a frown from down on the bed.

"It's...it's nothing, just go back to sleep." The Deputy said and faced the fire again, pulling her knees up to her chest.

"I can't, I already got more sleep than I ever get so I'll be up for hours." Jacob said and folded the covers off of himself. His shoulder winced as he lifted himself off the bed, his bandage still holding tight.

The Deputy didn't say anything, she just looked at the fire with tired eyes. She hated having nightmares, they made her feel weak, especially that one. She didn't sleep that often either, because when she did she'd have dreams and they always changed to nightmares. Adelaide had told her to talk to Xander about it, that he'd probably have something he could give her that would help with them but the Deputy was just too busy. This hunting trip was some of the only 'her' time the Deputy'd gotten since she came to Hope County and it was weighing on her. She got sick all the time, she was much skinnier than before. Even Hudson noticed, making a comment when she rescued her from John's bunker. But the Deputy knew (or rather hoped) that she was doing the right thing. Besides, she'd made promises to people like Pastor Jerome and Eli, and Whitehorse, and hundreds of other people that she'd do whatever it took to help save this place, and that was what she was doing. No matter the cost.

Jacob noticed how uncharacteristically quiet the Deputy was being. He also noticed her blank stare when he added yet another piece of wood to the fire. "I know that stare all to well." He said, confusing himself on why he cared about what she was thinking. "Nightmare?" He asked and the Deputy hesitantly nodded, not looking away from the fire.

"Just something from my past I can't seem to get away from." She spoke in a gravelly voice, her eyes staying unfocused. She gave her head a gentle shake, snapping out of her daze. She sighed and rubbed her hand across her face, as if she wanted to wipe the memories away.

"Is he the one that gave you that scar?" Jacob asked after sitting in silence for quite some time, which proved he was actually thinking about what the Deputy was thinking about.

"What scar?" The Deputy asked absentmindedly.

Jacob motioned to the side of her neck, using a single finger to trace a line down to his shoulder blade, following the same path as one of her scars. The Deputy shook her head. "No that was something else, surgery... Wait how did you know I had a nightmare about-" "Klaus? You mumble in your sleep. Kept saying his name over again and telling him to stop so I could only assume." Jacob said, looking down at the knife he used before to whittle. Klaus...he was the Deputy's nightmare. He was the reason the Deputy moved to Montana, she was trying to get away from him. But even after moving hundreds of miles he still had a hold on her life.

The Deputy grew red faced, who knew what else she'd said in her sleep. She didn't want Jacob to know that much about her.

"He didn't give me that scar, he gave me others." The word 'others' was hard to say, each one crystal clear in her memory. She knew where they were and when she got them, but most importantly she knew why she got them. She knew Jacob had probably seen them, for while there she was pretty much naked. She just didn't know if she wanted him to know which ones were because of Klaus.

"Why would you be with someone like that? Someone so weak they had to hurt you just to keep you?" Jacob asked, his tone was harsh but not exactly towards the Deputy.

The Deputy was quiet. That was a question she'd been asking herself since the day she left Colorado. "I don't know." She finally said, looking down at her hands. "He had a way of pulling me back, and he was my first so-" The Deputy stopped herself, that was to much information. Jacob didn't need to know, nor did he have any right to know about her sex life. Her face grew hot with embarrassment and she tried desperately to avoid Jacob's eyes.

"He's the only one?" He asked, surprisingly sounding curious and even gentle.

The Deputy hid the bottom of her face by balancing her chin on her knees, using her arms to hide herself from the nose down. She didn't know how to approach this. She could always lie and say no, but Jacob had a way of seeing right through people's lies.

"I...guess so."

"You guess? Deputy, you've either fucked someone else or you haven't, if you're not clear on which one I think you have a problem."

"I haven't." The Deputy snapped, bringing her face back to her knees. She closed her eyes and tried to take a small breath, not wanting to let her fight or flight mode start a fight.

Jacob didn't say anything, he seemed to have all the information he needed. The thought that Jacob now knew something like that that he could hold over the Deputy's head made her stomach turn. She'd normally saw off her own leg before she'd tell Jacob Seed anything about who she is or who she's been with. But for some reason it was different up there, sitting in a cabin in the winter storm. Jacob set his knife on the table and stood up. He walked over to the bed and sat himself on the corner.

"Show me the scars he gave you." Jacob said out of the blue, his voice gentler now. The statement shocked the Deputy. She figured those would be the last things he'd be interested in seeing. "I want to see where he hurt you."

The Deputy couldn't speak. She had absolutely no idea how to react, it was as if her brain couldn't process what was happening. But then she held her hand out flat, facing her palm up to the ceiling. Her body was working despite her brain having not made up its mind. She used her finger to trace the small scars that dotted her palm. Jacob moved closer to her so that he could see her hand. "What's this one from?" He asked.

The Deputy stared at the scar, not looking up at Jacobs face. "We were having a fight, I don't remember why, probably because of something I said to him. But he threw a broken bottle at me and I caught the wrong side." She looked up, her eyes catching Jacob's. It was one of the less painful memories, on the scale of pain it was pretty low compared to the other scars he'd given her.

Jacob nodded, looking back down at her palm. His eyes dotted up her covered arm, wondering if there were more there. The Deputy rolled up her sleeve carefully, as if she was worried about what would happen if she went to fast. She showed him her upper arm, pointing to a jagged scar near her shoulder. "Another fight, this one he used a cord, I don't remember what I did but it was bad."

Jacob paused and raised a careful hand, gently moving her chin to the side, a scar on her jawline caught his eye.

"What's this one?" He asked and pulled his hand away from her chin.

The Deputy swallowed and felt the scar with her fingers. "He wore rings." She said simply and lowered her face. She looked at her other hand, looking over her soft skin, it didn't bare any scars but the Deputy knew it wouldn't take all that long to acquire more.

Jacob waited for the Deputy to say something else, but she didn't. She took a shaky breath and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to use it to help hide her face. Jacob raised his fingers up to her hair, brushing it behind her ear so that he could see her face. His touch was like static, it scared the Deputy by how good it felt to be touched gently.

The memories of Klaus were overwhelming. She'd of course thought about it before but she'd never been close enough to somebody to share with them about it. She quickly tried to wipe away a tear, scared about what would happen if Jacob saw her cry. Klaus always hated it when she cried. But what Jacob did shocked her.

Jacob cupped the side of her face in his massive hand, using his thumb to wipe her cheek. He could feel her trembling underneath his touch, but he didn't blame her, he knew that he wasn't what she was really afraid of.

"He isn't worth your tears." Jacob spoke quietly but firmly. The Deputy nodded in his hand, squeezing her eyes shut as if to block out the memories. Slowly, Jacob leaned into her, pressing his lips to hers in an electrifying kiss. Jacob's beard scratched against the Deputy's soft skin, their lips moving slowly but together.

The Deputy didn't understand what was happening but it felt good. It felt good to be with someone who understood her pain, even if it wasn't theirs to share. This was the most gentle she'd ever seen Jacob be with anyone, part of her wondered if this was some sort of test. But even the Deputy couldn't imagine Jacob getting so physically involved with a test. Her body was tense but she was melting into his hands. She lowered her knees and Jacob pulled his hand away from her face, snaking his arm around her waist. The Deputy wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him closer to her.

He placed a firm hand on her back, holding her into him. With his other hand he moved the covers off her legs, snaking a hand up her thigh. When he touched her thigh the Deputy flinched, her body tensing again. They separated, the Deputy glanced down at his hand.

Jacob removed his hand. "Did he hurt you there too?" He asked, his breath warm against the Deputy's cheek. The Deputy bit her lip and took her hands off of the back of his head. Jacob backed off of her.

"I just don't think I can." The Deputy spoke barely higher than a whisper. Jacob nodded, his eyes went back to their natural studious look. "I'm sorry." The Deputy's voice became a plead, she didn't know how Jacob would react to her saying no. It took everything in her to say it and it felt wrong.

"Don't apologize, I'm not even sure what I was thinking was going to happen. You should try to get some rest." Jacob said and turned around, getting up off the bed. The Deputy's heart stayed pounding as she tried to quietly even out her breathing. It felt so good to be in Jacob's arms but she had to remind herself who he was. Even if he made her feel better about her scars or wiped away her tears, even if he saved her life, he was still Jacob Seed.

She just couldn't get past his actions. The soft tone he spoke in, his hand on her cheek. She didn't think that he could be like that, so affectionate and attentive. She wondered to herself which Jacob was the facade and which one was real. She'd heard about his childhood, all of those terrible things his parents did to him, she'd only imagined that they must have squashed the love out of him but in those two days in that cabin the Deputy was starting to go back on her original idea.

She watched as he sat back down in his chair, picking up his knife to continue whittling. His body language had returned to normal, as if nothing ever happened. As if they weren't just making out as enemies never do.

"I really am sorry." She said again, wishing that her voice would stop wavering the way it did.

"It's fine, Deputy. I was too forward." Jacob looked back at her again. His facial expression wasn't angry, it wasn't even disappointed, it was just Jacob's normal expression, the one he had when he was planning the next step. In his mind he was three steps ahead of whatever could happen, he had it all down. Or at least that's what the Deputy assumed.

They sat in silence, the only sound was the wind and the fire crackling. The warm light from the fire danced across the cabin walls, flickering larger and smaller every second, casting tall shadows against anything out of reach.

Jacob did think he had been to forward and that the Deputy was probably right to stop him. They were enemies, and they would leave the cabin enemies, he couldn't imagine the sort of mess that would have started up if they'd actually slept together. But still, she fit so perfect in his hands... He could see how badly that Klaus guy had wrecked her, he was convinced that he was the reason the Deputy hated talking about herself. The reason why even in the exhausting heat of summer she kept a jacket on to cover herself.

Jacob had tried to pry his way into the Deputy's mind, into why she would fight so hard against them, but she never budged. He'd been trying for months to get even a scrap of something he could use to either put in the trials or throw back at her, but he didn't think he could use this. It wouldn't be right to hold that much trauma over someone's head. Besides, if she told him about Klaus and he used it against her? She'd probably kill him for it.

He glanced over at the Deputy, her eyes lost in the flames of the fire while the rest of her body curled up under her arms. He tried to remember her rage, the rage that had cursed him on his cameras and destroyed his outposts. He just couldn't see it. He saw a broken person, trying to get past their trauma for the people they cared about.

It was scary for him to think about how similar they were to each other. He'd spent numerous nights laying awake trying to stop thinking about Miller. He spent years roaming the streets of Atlanta, trying to find enough alcohol to make him forget about who he was and enough food to make sure he didn't die. He was angry, and that anger manifested itself into leading his own men and training his Judges. He found a cause, same as the Deputy. But he'd had his time, he'd gone through the stages to figure out who he was, even if he was still trying now.

He didn't know how much time the Deputy had had to process her anger, but he knew that if it was unchecked for too long then she'd wind up killing herself trying to do the impossible. That was another reason why the Father wanted to get her to join them. Not only would it solve most of their problems but he had seen what that sort of inner rage had done to Jacob. Granted, Joseph had no idea what the Deputy was facing, but he could tell that it was something that was terrible. People with no trauma don't fight the same as those with trauma, it's just a fact of life. If nothing is there that's driven you to the point of fighting then why would you fight?

The Deputy moved the sheet's off of her, getting up off of the bed. She didn't say a word as she walked over to Jacob. He looked up at her as she stood in front of him, looking down at his shadowed face. The Deputy guided his hand to set the knife and wood down on the ground then climbed onto his lap, straddling his hips with her own.

"Let's go slow." She said.

"What are you-" The Deputy cut Jacob off with a kiss on the lips, putting her hands on each side of his face.

He grabbed her hips with his hands, pushing back into the kiss. They pulled away from each other, searching each other's eyes for some sort of answer. They could have been trying to ask each other if they knew what was happening, but neither of them had a response. They kissed again, knowing it was wrong but it felt too good to stop, their hands searching for more of each other.

The dark night outside grew quieter until there was no sound but the distant call of wolves howling. The crisp cold tried to nip it's way into every house but was blocked by heat everywhere it tried. The clouds had cleared, sending streaks of white moonlight down to the surface of the snow, causing everything to sparkle magnificently.

Many people were snuggling closer to each other that night, all trying to stay warm in the cold.

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Time Travel & Epic Loves Chapter Four

Gif Not Mine

Series Masterlist

My Masterlist

Warnings: Arianna jumping to conclusions, Tatia being a bitch, mentions of past smut.

Word Count: 4,350

‘Please can you go? Katherine begged, which was very rare for her, ‘I’m a wanted woman and I need these herbs, or rather the witch needs them to make the glamour tea!’

‘Katy I don’t want to go into New Orleans today. Maybe tomorrow?’ I was being a chicken and I knew it. I had slept with the very person Katherine was taking steps to hide from less than twenty-four hours ago. Part of me was terrified that I would run into him in the quarter.

‘If I have to spend one more day locked up in here or sneaking around out there, I’m going to start ripping off your limbs for something to do!’ She growled, pulling the covers off me. It was eight in the morning and I was close to growling at her myself.

We had been following the Mikaelson’s for almost two years now and Katherine usually had a witch to do a temporary glamour spell for her so she could wonder about the city without having to worry about being seen by Klaus. However the witches here weren’t allowed to do magic, but Katy had found a witch who had offered to make her a tea that would have the same effects, it just meant a spell wouldn’t have to be cast.

‘Fine. I’ll go, but if I murder a vampire because I’m awake at this ungodly hour and I too get sentenced to death, that’s on your conscience!’ I warned her before climbing out of the bed and flashing to get dressed. One thing I loved about Katherine was our similar fashion sense. Some thought we dressed too provocatively, but I liked my body and I was happy to dress as such.

I changed into some high waisted black leather shorts, a white vest top, leather jacket and black Mary Jane’s that I may or may not have borrowed from Katherine—she owed me for being awake at eight on a damn Saturday. My light brown hair hung to my waist, the loose curls bouncing as I walked.

‘Don’t get murdered, Ari.’ Katy mock warned me, but I could see the genuine concern in her eyes. My bad mood ebbed a little at the sight and I kissed her cheek in assurance before leaving our apartment in search of the herbs I apparently needed to collect.

I managed to get them with no trouble, seeing as most witches in this town were terrified of vampires. And I assumed the fact I was wearing a daylight ring helped as well—they assumed me to be in Marcel’s trusted circle and probably thought the ingredients were for him. By the time I was finished, it was nearing noon so I decided to pop into Rousseau’s for something to eat. I idly hoped Camille would be there as she had been lovely the night before. But of course that conversation had led to me meeting him. I shook my head free of the image that entered my brain; him hovering above me, his eyes shining with such intensity that I couldn’t look away. The way he had leaned down and captured my lips in a searing kiss as he pounded harder into me—.

No! You need to stop thinking about him, he’s the enemy. He killed some of your friends back home and he’s had Katy on the run for five hundred years! Pull yourself together, Arianna!

Taking a breath I wandered into the bar, smiling brightly when I saw a familiar head of platinum blonde hair. I made my way over to the bar and sat on a stool, placing my bag on the ground by my feet.

‘Hey, Cami!’ I greeted, my hands splaying out on the wood.

‘Hey, how did it go last night?’ she gave me a suggestive look that made me laugh.

Once again, flashes of my night with Klaus flickered through my mind without my consent and I found myself biting my lip at the passion and chemistry I remembered between the both of us.

‘It was… amazing. Best one night stand I’ve ever had anyway.’ I grinned, taking the bourbon she slid my way gratefully.

‘Details, please, my sex life is pathetically none existent so I would like to vicariously live through you.’ She said quietly, leaning her elbows on the bar so she was eye level with me.

If I were still capable of blushing, I would have.

‘I’m sure that’s not true. I’ve heard Marcel has a thing for you.’ I commented, remembering Katy commenting on it the other day. I was grateful that I had listened to her, as I was able to steer the conversation away from myself.

Camille did blush and I smiled devilishly.

‘That’s nothing, he seemed interested until another blonde came into the picture.’ She frowned. That was right—Marcel and Rebekah had a history and the female original had arrived in town a few days ago. I idly wondered if she would remember me—we had actually had a drink in one of the many towns Klaus and Stefan had travelled to over the summer a few years ago. Stefan and Klaus were off hunting and Katherine was following them, wanting to keep an eye on Stefan.

I knew who she was as soon as I saw her, the accent and aura of superiority gave her away, but to my surprise she sought out my company and before I knew it we were laughing and drinking together well into the early hours of the morning.

‘I’m sure we can find you someone.’ I smirked, glancing around the surprisingly packed bar and trying to sense another human. I bit my lip when I found one. He was an African American man and he was actually already staring in Cami’s direction.

‘Like him.’ I discretely gestured in his direction. She followed my gaze and sent the man a seductive smile that he returned.

‘I’m gonna go and see if he needs anything.’ She murmured and I laughed a little as she sauntered away. That was easy. I finished my drink and was about to go and find someone to snack on when the stool to my right was suddenly occupied.

‘Hello, love.’ His smirk made my breath catch and my knees weaken. I decided to stay seated until I was confident I wouldn’t fall on my face. I cursed myself for not leaving the bar sooner but it didn’t matter now. He was here.

‘If you’re looking for a booty call I’m pretty sure I already told you I only wanted company for the one night.’ I gave him a look that made him chuckle. I ignored what the sound did to my stomach. Damn butterflies.

‘Actually I was hoping to ask you a question.’ He leaned closer and I couldn’t help it when my gaze fell to his lips for the briefest of moments before flickering back up to his eyes, ‘why did you leave so suddenly last night?’

Call me crazy, but I could have sworn I saw a knowing glint in his eyes, as if he knew the answer already. But he couldn’t have; before last night we’d never even crossed paths.

‘It sounds like you already know the answer to that.’ I mumbled, leaning away from him and trying to get my bearings.

‘I have a feeling it has something to do with the problems I made for you and your friends back in Mystic Falls.’ He said bluntly, not bothering to beat around the bush.

‘Yes, it does.’ If he was being straight forward then I decided I would be as well, ‘but I didn’t know that you were the elusive Klaus Mikaelson until you offered me your blood. How did you know who I was? How did you know I’m from the town you tormented?’

He opened his mouth to speak and then shut it again, his lips twitching as if he were fighting off a smile that made me want to slap his chest, so I did. He blinked at me and then that annoying dimpled smirk was playing on his features once again.

‘I have eyes and ears everywhere, Arianna. As soon as you told me your name it rang a bell and when I checked in with my contacts my instincts were proven right. I heard your name mentioned a few times back in Mystic Falls, I just never had an opportunity to put a face to the name.’ He shrugged, but he wouldn’t look me in the eye. I knew I didn’t know him that well, but something at the back of my mind was telling me he was lying. But seeing as he didn’t need to trust me and his answer did make sense, I brushed it off.

‘Alright. Well it appears you’ve answered your own question.’ I said dryly, sipping my drink.

‘I’m sorry for what I did to you and your friends. None of you deserved the horrors I inflicted on you. You have to understand, I had been plagued by my curse for over a thousand years at that point, and I wasn’t thinking rationally; my only goal was to break the curse. To free the part of myself that had been repressed against my will.’ His words and eyes were so sincere that I felt myself freeze in shock.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I did to you and your friends.

The words bounced around in my head on repeat and I felt my hesitance to be around him thaw a little. I couldn’t believe that he was apologising, and to me. I didn’t understand why. Why he felt like he owed me anything. Why the powerful Klaus Mikaelson was apologising to me when he famously never apologised to anyone. I felt my heart squeeze a little when he mentioned his repressed side. I had heard the story, and even then I had felt a small amount of sympathy for him, now it had tripled.

‘Thank you.’ I said softly looking up to him with a small smile, ‘for your apology.’

His eyes flickered over my face, and a look crossed over his face but it was gone too quickly for me to analyse it.

‘What are you doing today?’ He asked, flagging down the barman for a refill.

‘I have to get back to my friend and drop off the things she asked me to pick up.’ I said, biting my lip at the reminder. I glanced at my phone and noticed the time—it was almost two and Katy was probably pissed. Or worried.

‘That’s very vague,’ he was amused and I shrugged, knowing I couldn’t give him any more details than that.

‘What about you? I’m assuming the usual plans for global domination.’ I teased, grinning at his laughter.

‘Of course.’ He smirked and leaned closer, ‘just don’t tell anyone love.’

I chuckled but my laughter fell away when his hand went to my thigh. It seemed innocent enough but his touch reminded me of the pleasure he was capable of creating and my mouth was suddenly very dry. I cleared my throat and downed the rest of my drink before slamming my glass down to the bar with a thump.

‘I should get going. It was good to see you, Klaus.’ I smiled, genuinely meaning it.

I stood from my stool and headed towards the door, but before I could safely escape I felt someone grab my elbow and turn me around.

‘Let me take you to dinner.’ He murmured, so quiet I was sure I was the only one able to hear his words, despite the vampires present in the bar.

He terrorised my friends. But you would have done the same thing if it were you under a curse. He’s had Katherine on the run for half a millennia. She did betray him and force him to live with his torment for another five hundred years. I shouldn’t but my heart and head were at war with each other and my heart was winning.

‘When?’ I whispered. He blinked for a moment, clearly surprised with my answer. But then his shock dissipated and was replaced with a genuine grin that made my dead heart pound in my chest.

‘Tonight. Seven. Meet me here.’ He told me and after placing a kiss to my forehead, he was gone.

I stared after him, one question bouncing around in my head: what just happened?

Xxx

That morning I was awoken from my dream of a memory by someone knocking at the hut. I couldn’t help but smile when I opened my eyes and saw Klaus’s sleeping form next to me. I let the memory of our second encounter in the future play in my mind as I watched him, realising for the first time that Klaus already knew me when he had seen me in the bar for the first time. He perused me because he remembered me.

I’m sorry for what I did to you and your friends.

Klaus Mikaelson was apologising to me when he famously never apologised to anyone.

I could have sworn I saw a knowing glint in his eyes, as if he knew the answer already.

He shrugged, but he wouldn’t look me in the eye. I knew I didn’t know him that well, but something at the back of my mind was telling me he was lying.

He apologised because he loved me and felt genuinely bad about what he had done. He didn’t know I lived in that town, or that time, until he met me when we spent our first night together. That was why he wouldn’t give up, that was why he sometimes had a knowing glint in his eyes when I mentioned something I liked, or he told me stories of when he had been human. He had mentioned a girl he had fallen for, but I had just assumed it was Tatia. What if I was wrong? What if that girl had been me? My eyes flickered over his sleeping form once again as my mind reeled with the information and new questions, but I knew I wouldn’t receive any answers until I got back to my time. But seeing as Nik hadn’t been surprised when he had found me in that bar, I assumed he knew the truth. He knew that I wouldn’t remember our time together when he was human until I got sent back to the past. He knew that he would meet me again one day, which was why he hadn’t wasted any time earning my forgiveness, and getting me to fall in love with him. It explained why he hadn’t killed me when he learned of my friendship with Katherine, because he loved me enough to not want to lose me again, enough to forgive a betrayal he had been chasing for half a millennia. Not only that, he must have realised that the Katarina they had all been friends with in the past was Katherine. I could understand that he hadn’t realised it to be her when he tried to break the curse the first time, but her being in my life later on and knowing what he knew would have made it undeniable. He didn’t want me to lose my friend, and he knew that at some point, he had been a friend to Katy himself. If it were possible, I felt myself fall even more in love with him. I gently kissed his cheek and after watching his peaceful expression for a moment longer, I detangled myself from his arms carefully, not wanting to wake him, and went to answer the door when someone tentatively knocked again. I had been so holed up in my own mind I had forgotten what had awoken me in the first place.

‘Bekah, good morning,’ I smiled brightly, more than a little refreshed.

‘Good morning. I assumed seeing as my brother was absent from our hut last night that he’s with you?’ she lifted a brow that had me biting back a shy smile.

‘Yeah, I didn’t want to be alone and I asked him to stay.’ I continued when I noticed her suspicion, ‘nothing happened.’ Well, not last night at least…

She observed me for a moment before nodding, accepting my answer.

‘I was wondering if you would like to take a walk with me? Mother sent me out to gather ingredients for dinner tonight and I would appreciate the company.’ She smiled almost nervously.

I glanced over to where Nik was still sleeping and shrugged, figuring why not. Since I’d gotten here I hadn’t really been able to spend alone time with Bekah. Back home Katy, Bekah and I had girl nights at least once a week and I was really missing my girl time.

‘I’d love that.’ I grinned, genuinely excited, ‘I’ll just get dressed.’

‘Of course.’ She nodded, seeming embarrassed when she noticed my night attire. Honestly this was more modest than the clothes I wore in public in the future.

‘Come on in and wait if you’d like?’ I opened the door wider and ushered her inside, ignoring her protests. I didn’t want her to be embarrassed or feel awkward so I was ignoring the tension in the room as I fished out a deep red dress to change into. I slipped into it when Bekah turned her back for a moment. I chuckled at her surprise when she faced me and saw me fully dressed.

‘I’m a fast dresser.’ I placed my nightgown carefully underneath the pillow Nik was lying on before taking her hand and pulling her out of the hut.

We walked in comfortable silence for a few moments until I realised something else. Nik wasn’t the only one who would remember me, and again none of them were surprised when they first met me. Bekah and I had met for the first time in a bar—I was seeing a recurring theme here—when Katherine and I were stalking Klaus and Stefan. I had wondered then why she had been so nice to me, why we had seemed to get along as if we had been friends for years. She knew. They all knew. That meant that the plan I had come up with, I carried out on all of the originals. That made me breathe a sigh of relief.

‘Were you aware that Elijah and Katarina spent the night together?’ Bekah’s question broke me out of my thoughts.

‘No. I was actually going to ask you if you knew where she was.’ I smiled softly, brushing my hair behind my ear, ‘I’m sure nothing scandalous happened. Elijah is a gentleman, is he not?’

‘He is, but I’ve never seen him so enamoured with anyone before. Not even Tatia.’ Bekah admitted and I bit back a knowing smile.

‘What about you? Anyone in the village caught your eye?’ I wondered, not remembering Bekah mentioning being in love when she was human, but I’d never asked her about it either.

‘What? Of course not!’ She denied, but the red colour that swept across her cheeks gave her away.

‘Something tells me you’re fibbing Bekah.’ I teased, reaching up to pick a green apple from one of the trees we were walking thorough.

‘There is someone…’ she admitted softly, biting her lip and looking around suspiciously.

‘You can talk to me about it, you know. I won’t tell anyone, not even Nik.’ I told her seriously, placing my hand on hers comfortingly.

‘Promise?’ She asked in a small voice.

‘Promise.’ And then I added with a smirk, ‘us girls have to stick together after all.’

We shared a smile before we continued walking in the direction to gather the herbs.

‘There is a boy. His name is Daniel. He’s sweet, handsome and kind.’ She started, and once the damn was broken everything came rushing out, ‘he has the bluest eyes and the most ridiculous laugh. Of course father would never allow me to associate with him, as he doesn’t come from a wealthy family. He doesn’t even know who I am.’

She suddenly looked very sad and it wasn’t a sight I liked. I wound my arm around her shoulders.

‘Let me assure you, Bekah, you are one of the sweetest, kindest, most beautiful women I know. Daniel would be lucky to have you and if your father has an issue with it… then that’s his problem, isn’t it?’ I said, but I wasn’t so sure—wasn’t marrying someone with a large fortune rather important in these times?

‘I wish that were the case. Father would be furious.’ Bekah sighed forlornly and it hurt my heart a little.

‘I promise you Bekah, you will find happiness it may not be with Daniel,’ in fact I knew it wouldn’t be, but I couldn’t tell her that, ‘but you will. You’ll find someone who makes you happy and content.’

‘You really think so?’

‘I know so.’ I assured her.

We weren’t in silence for very long when Bekah steered the conversation to a new topic.

‘So speaking of romantic interest… what’s going on with you and my brother? You seemed rather close at the feast last night.’ She gave me a pointed look that made me smile happily.

‘I don’t know what came over me last night, I mean he hadn’t really expressed any romantic interest in me before last night and I just… I couldn’t help myself I guess. Being with him, being around him feels so right it’s as if I am drawn to him. I hope I didn’t scare him away with how forward I was being.’ I bit my lip in concern, was I acting what was considered “indecent” for a woman of this time?

‘I don’t think he would have spent the night if you had scared him away. Honestly I’m glad you came here. Before you and Katarina arrived, I thought the family was going to be torn apart with how they were messing around with Tatia. Now I haven’t seen Nik look in that tarts direction since father…’ she trailed off and swallowed harshly before continuing, ‘and he was losing interest even before then. I think his sudden feelings for you confused him, which was why he was still hanging around the strumpet. He and Elijah both.’

‘What are you trying to say?’ I asked, happy with what she had said so far.

‘My brothers are both happy with different women and it’s a nice sight to see. Especially seeing as you and Katarina aren’t awful like Tatia.’

‘Thank you, Bekah, I’m happy that I seem to be making him as happy as he makes me.’ I smiled, but I was still a little unsure—were his feelings for Tatia gone? Just like that? I would have to talk to Katy about it.

We eventually reached the patch of woodland where we found the herbs and ingredients Ester had requested her daughter to find. It didn’t take us long to pick them and soon we were on our way back to the Mikaelson house, but I noticed Bekah led us in a different direction about half way back. I was about to ask her where we were going when I noticed the familiar surroundings. I smiled when I heard the running water. We had come to the same creek that I had wondered to our first night arriving here. The same creek where Nik and I had been intimate. I was grateful for my inability to blush as I my eyes drifted to the bank where he had laid me down.

‘I thought a drink of water and a wash would be nice.’ Bekah explained before I could ask her why we had stopped.

‘Very well.’ I shrugged and went over to the edge of the water, washing the dirt that had gathered from picking things from the earth. When I was done, I leant down and scooped some of the water up to my lips to take a drink.

‘I quite like it here.’ I mused, sitting back on a near by boulder and letting the sun wash over my skin.

‘Is this village different from your last?’

‘Very different.’ I hid a knowing smirk, ‘do you ever swim here?’

‘Of course.’ Bekah smiled, ‘my brothers and I have a game we like to play, but of course Niklaus never loses.’

I remembered him mentioning a game that night, but he had never explained the specifics.

‘What game?’

‘We draw straws and whoever draws the shortest has to find everyone underwater. Of course it’s relatively easy for that person if the other players aren’t good at holding their breath.’ She explained.

‘And Niklaus does well with holding his breath?’

‘Very well.’ She nodded.

Very well indeed. I had seen just how well the other night. I smiled at the memory.

‘What do—,’ Bekah’s question was cut off by the sound of laughter. It was a sound I would recognise anywhere and after Bekah and I shared a confused look we gathered our things and headed in the direction of the sound.

The sight we walked in on made my blood boil, while my heart felt like it had been ripped out and stomped on. Klaus had Tatia pinned to a tree and he was grinning down at her. The doppelganger saw me over his shoulder and smirked, pushing herself closer to Nik. My teeth clenched together in anger but I could feel the stinging in my eyes, and I knew I needed to get out of there. I couldn’t focus on what they were saying, I couldn’t hear Nik when he turned and saw me standing there with his sister. Instead I turned away and ran. I forced myself to move at human speed until I was out of sight and then I flashed away, mindful not to enter the werewolf territory. I reached an empty field and sat down underneath an old willow tree, and finally allowed my tears to fall, unreserved.

#klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson x oc #Katherine pierce x elijah mikaelson #Katherine Petrova x Elijah Mikaelson #Kol Mikaelson #Rebekah Mikaelson #Elijah Mikaelson #The Vampire Diaries #The Originals

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The One Where Caroline Rides A Horse And The Salvatores Win Top Chef

many moons ago, i was lucky enough to be involved in a massive writing ficathon project with a handful of absolutely talented writers. i stumbled upon it by chance when i was traversing my dusty, abandoned livejournal, laughed to myself way too many times, and decided that i simply must share it here. so without further ado...

Title | A Chinese Whispers Fic; Or, The One Where Caroline Rides A Horse And The Salvatores Win Top Chef Authors | catteo, swirlsofblue, cranmers, jane_wanderlust, kwritten, bogwitch, kachera, steph2311, ovariesofsteel, nereemac, lizwontcry, jeremy_finch, elenarain and waltzmatildah Artist | pamsblau Fandom | The Vampire Diaries Characters/Pairings | Rebekah, Damon, Stefan, Caroline, Klaus, Elijah, Finn, Bonnie, Elena, Jeremy, Katherine, Alaric (Klaus/Caroline, Rebekah/Damon, Katherine/Jeremy, Bonnie/Finn) Rating | MA Word Count | 10000 Summary | This fic was written by a team of authors who were only given the several hundred most recently written words to work from each time they added a new section. It doesn’t make sense, it’s not supposed to make sense! It’s supposed to be crack, and it is! Crack, glorious crack! The title says it all, really… .

ONE: The Part Where Caroline Rides A Horse And Rebekah Rides Damon

The clock on the kitchen wall tells him it’s four twenty seven. AM or PM is anyone’s guess as the little hand fails to tick a languid journey around the circular face. Damon makes a brief mental note: must buy batteries. Amends: rechargeable batteries. From the inky black that still shrouds the windows, drapes pulled slightly askew as he wanders back into the living room, he guesses the harsh light of morning remains hours out of reach. He takes to cataloguing the damage done as a means to pass the time. A resounding crack in the plasterboard where his shoulder-blades had connected roughly with a support beam. Jagged fragments of vase and lamp and picture frame, shattered, confetti-like, along the length of one hallway. He winces as he bends to collect the larger shards. Notes he can no longer tell the Ming from the Portland and offers up a soft sigh of relief that they’d only been replicas of the real things. There’s a dent in a silver serving tray that looks suspiciously like the curve of Rebekah’s ass. Which is odd because he doesn’t remember them making it as far as the liquor cabinet. Which is empty so… Hmm. Okay. ------ “What are you doing?” He double-takes at the sight of her, naked and dishevelled at the base of the staircase. Imagines glass shards pricking at the soles of her feet and shudders at the inevitability of bloodstains on his oriental carpets. “I’m vacuuming.” His reply swallowed by the airy roar of the device’s motor. “It’s the middle of the night.” He doesn’t really see her point. Tells her. “I don’t really see your point.” “Come to bed.” Which is funnier than it should be but only because, by the smell of her, she’s been rolling around between Stefan’s sheets since they parted ways at the top of the stairs. Naked and breathless and, admittedly, kind of sore. Jesus. “We could have sex again,” she offers. As though she can read his mind. And he must admit, the thought of fucking an Original in his brother’s bed is seven levels of tempting, but… “I’m vacuuming.” Because this mess won’t clean itself up. And it’s not like he can trust anyone else to do it for him. At least, not properly… She pouts, but then… “I’ve never used one of those before…” ------ With a degree of reluctance that is only almost embarrassing, he finds himself handing over control. And when exactly was it that he became this person? This person that could enthusiastically share cleaning tips with his naked sexual conquests. He thinks there must be something about this particular one and the almost wistful way in which she’d regarded the newest member of his collection. The Dyson DC39. Purchased especially because Ric has allergies… Also, the lifetime (heh) HEPA filter warranty and the latest in Radial Cyclone technologies had also been a top selling point. But she’s not quite doing it right he notes. Her sweeping motion with the nozzle entirely too haphazard to ensure optimum debris collection. And he arcs his chest around her bare back then, slides one arm along the length of hers and grips the handle just below where her fingers are tightly entwined. Guides the head of the cleaner into a more fluid motion that is easier to maintain. “Oh,” he hears her whisper. Soft against the side of his neck. “I think I understand it now…” Which is lucky. Because that’s the moment Caroline chooses to ride in. ------ “Is that a - ”No. Ridiculous, he thinks. I’m obviously drunk. Vaguely, he feels his grip loosen on Rebekah’s hand. Notes out of the corner of his eye that she keeps up the fluid, efficient motion he’d taught her moments ago but is too busy gaping at Vampire Barbie 2.0 sitting atop her rather large black horse. Side-saddle, he notes. As if it matters. “Yes. It is a horse. No, you’re not drunk.” She rolls her eyes. “Okay, maybe you are drunk. But this is still me. On a horse.” “In my living room.” Ask him later, and he’ll tell you this is the most hilarious scenario to be part of in almost a century. Right now he’s too busy thinking about the possibility of the animal making a mess on his new Persian rug. Because there is no other logical action that he can think of, Damon rubs a hand over his face and heads for the liquor cabinet. He’s almost there when he remembers it’s disappointingly empty. Luckily, he remembers he keeps a bottle hidden in his room especially for the rare instance in which he runs out downstairs. “Excuse me.” He doesn’t wait for an answer before speeding up the stairs. “Nice ass, Damon!” “Bite me, blondie!” ------- A still naked Rebekah continues vacuuming as if nothing awkward has happened. “Well. I see Niklaus is going for big and bold. He always did seem to overcompensate.” Caroline laughs, despite herself. “What the hell am I supposed to do with a horse? And why are you naked?” “That’s rather obvious, isn’t it? You ride it. Which works as an answer for both questions, doesn’t it?” “But I have nowhere to keep a horse. Or money to pay someone else to keep it for me. Or the desire to own a horse! They’re pretty, yes, but that’s it! When your crazy sociopath hybrid brother asked me if I liked the horse I was looking at, I didn’t think it was so he could make up his mind to buy me one!” The Original gives up on the vacuum when she hears the younger blonde’s hysterics. Notes, rather proudly, that she’s managed to make the carpet look quite like new. “Caroline, this happens to be a very beautiful horse. You happen to look fabulous riding it, as much as it pains me to say, but if neither of those things matter to you, then just give it back.” A rather loud plop, followed by a rather strong odour, serves to punctuate Rebekah’s words of wisdom. ------ Rebekah rolls her eyes as she realises that it doesn’t matter how proficient she is at naked housework, the Persian rug is done for. Damon’s going to be furious. He still hasn’t gotten over Stefan’s sorority girls breaking his crystal decanter during a particularly vigorous game of ‘Twister’ last month. Apparently he was saving it for an especially significant dramatic moment. She realises she’s probably going to have to keep him occupied. Also, she really needs to find out what ‘Twister’ is. “Where are you going? You can’t leave me!” Caroline’s looking a little wild around the eyes. Rebekah wrinkles her nose in distaste as she navigates her way around the rug. “I’m going to distract Damon. You should probably get rid of this. And maybe that.” She gestures vaguely towards the horse. “No hurry. We’ll be a while. I’m sure that Nik would be only too happy to keep you…” She pauses a beat. “Busy.” She blurs upstairs to the sound of Caroline’s new horse snorting in perfect tandem to Caroline herself. Rebekah gives a passing thought to the parquet floors as she goes – manure is so tough to remove from wood. She’s spared any further rumination on the finer points of housekeeping by Damon, wrapping his arm around her waist and tackling her to the bed. “God, you’re sexy when you vacuum.” Damon lifts an eyebrow, pouts slightly, picks up a twenty-five year aged malt and slowly pours it over her body. Busies himself for the next twenty minutes licking it off. It’s the most fun Rebekah’s had since she learned that vinegar could remove lime-scale. Damon’s teaching her a lot. Her back arches as Damon buries a head between her legs, fangs bared. She forgets all about housework. ------ Meanwhile, downstairs, Caroline is finding that there are a lot of things that a horse won’t do. Make a tight turn in a crowded sitting room for example. There are all kinds of things trodden into the carpet and she decides that it’s probably best to leave whilst she still can. The last thing she needs is an irate Damon sprinting down the stairs. The back view was quite enough to be coping with for one day. Besides, she has an original hybrid to deal with. She aims the horse towards the French doors and discovers, as they crash through a window, that the steering is nowhere near as good as her Dodge. She’s not sure if the screaming coming from Damon’s room is pleasure or fury. Decides not to stick around to find out. She flicks the reigns and feels a thrill rush through her as muscles bunch and flow under her, racing towards Klaus’ tastefully renovated home. READ MORE ON LJ

#tvd fanfiction #tvd crack fic #klaroline #debekah #keremy #hannah writes things #WITH THE HELP OF MANY OTHER PEOPLE!!!!#oh livejournal days

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dance with the devil

For Day Two of Klaroline AU Week 2019: Crossovers and Fusions.

Happy KC AU Week! @klaroline-events

This is for all the Lucifer fans and is based off this picspam I made several months ago.

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ao3 link: here

word count: 1668

summary: Detective Caroline Forbes of the LAPD questions an eccentric nightclub owner who claims to be the devil, not knowing that he'll change her life.

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LAPD clusters around the sidewalk, bright yellow caution tape separating the bullet-ridden, bloodsoaked body of the young blond from the public. Uniforms take statements from shock blanket-covered witnesses, and crime techs swarm the scene, picking up shards of glass and bullet fragments with tweezers and gloved hands.

As Caroline Forbes, formerly Forbes-Lockwood, approaches the scene, sensible boots tapping out a rhythm against the pavement, she eyes the bright flickering sign from the nearby nightclub The Abattoir. She’s immediately grateful for the sunglasses shielding her eyes, tossing her blond ponytail over her shoulder as she arrives besides her ex-husband Tyler.

“Care,” he says, greeting her with a civil nod. Their divorce was finalized two weeks ago, and based on the tightness of his jaw, he’s apparently still not over the fact that they now share custody of their seven-year-old daughter Lizzie.

“Detective Lockwood,” she replies coolly. “Fill me in.”

Tyler struggles not to sneer. He definitely used to be a lot more supportive before they separated. “It’s pretty basic.” He turns towards the body. “College student Camille O’Connell was leaving The Abattoir when she was gunned down by a nearby driver. Based on the cocaine we found in her pocket, she likely owed some low-level drug dealer some cash or something, which makes sense. She wasn’t exactly rolling in it.” He nods towards the nightclub. “O’Connell used to work here as a bartender. Maybe this is where she formed some connections.”

Caroline hums. “Any prime witnesses?”

“One. The nightclub owner.” Tyler grimaces. “Says his name is Niklaus Mikaelson.”

Following the slope of Tyler’s finger, Caroline eyes the man he’s pointing to. Niklaus Mikaelson is a mouthful of a name for a multifaceted man. At first glance, he looks nothing like the rich club owner he apparently is; dressed down in a Henley, dark jeans, and boots, a subtle string of wooden beads around his neck, he wouldn’t be out of place traipsing around in the woods. The devil, however, is in the details: if one looks more closely like Caroline is, they’ll spot the expensive authentic leather of his boots and the handsome Rolex around his wrist or the sleek smartphone he’s slipping from his pocket, a model that Caroline’s quite sure hasn’t even been released yet. Mikaelson is also undeniably pretty: expressive stormy eyes, a dimple grin, mussed sandy curls, lean but muscular.

“So,” is the first thing Caroline says to him as she arrives besides him, “Niklaus Mikaelson? Is that a stage name or something?”

Mr. Mikaelson shakes his head, eyes twinkling strangely. “God-given, I’m afraid.” He pauses, studying Caroline. “You know, you look familiar. Have we met before?”

No, they haven’t. He’s likely seen her in one of the few chick flicks that she starred in before she decided to follow her mother into law enforcement, but to keep his mind from wandering to the full-frontal nudity role that really made her stand out to the public, she quickly shakes her head. “Yeah, five minutes ago.” She purses her lips. “And I’m the one asking the questions.” When he hums in acknowledgement, she nods. “Tell me about your relationship with the victim.”

“Well,” Mr. Mikaelson says consideringly. “Cami used to work here a few years ago; she was trying to gain admittance into a prestigious undergraduate psychology program. She’d dropped out from college when she was younger to help her twin brother with some family problems. I pulled some strings.” He frowns. “She was about to graduate, so she came by to thank me.” His eyes flicker a shade darker. Caroline blinks, swearing she spots a glimmer of red in his pupils. “Then someone decided to end her life.”

Huh. So Mr. Mikaelson definitely had some personal investment here. Could he have been in a relationship with the victim? What kind of strings had he pulled for her?

“Did you know the shooter, Mr. Mikaelson?” Caroline asks.

He grimaces at the name. “Please, call me Klaus,” he requests with an easy smirk. “And no, but we did have an interesting little chat just before he kicked off.” His smirk becomes a bit subdued. “I asked him why he did.”

“Like to play cop, do you?” Caroline cocks a disbelieving eyebrow.

Klaus chuckles. “No, I like to play in general, Detective.” He eyes her form appreciatively and smiling amicably at her. “What about you?”

Caroline ignores his question, delving forward with her investigation. “So you had a conversation with a dead guy?” She knows that it’s her case, that she’d insisted on it to Tyler, but why does she always interviewing the weird guys?

Frustratingly, Klaus shakes his head, but his eyes are still indecipherable. “Oh, no, he wasn’t quite dead.” He taps his elegant fingers along his upper thigh, drumming out a rhythm that only he seems to be able to hear or make sense of. “His soul hadn’t crossed the threshold.”

Seriously?

It takes all of Caroline’s willpower to keep her expression neutral and calm. “I see,” she replies sharply. “Did he tell you why he did it?”

The nightclub owner fixes her with an amused glance. “Why, money of course. You humans love your money.” He says it ever so strangely.

“Yes,” Caroline retorts, suddenly defensive. “Yes, we do.” She raises her chin pointedly. “And, uh, what planet are you from? London?”

To her surprise, Klaus tosses back his head and laughs full-bodied. The sound, although charming and handsome, catches the attention of several of the uniforms, and they turn to stare at them. Amongst them is Tyler. Caroline nearly flushes. “Yes,” Klaus admitted. “He also said, ‘I just pulled the trigger.’”

“Now, don’t you think that’s interesting?” She lifts her head, fixing Klaus with an appraising glance. “Cami was shot to death by a drug dealer and looks like Cami herself kept the guy pretty busy.” Her ponytail swings over her shoulder with her movements. “You know, it’s sad, it’s ugly, but it’s not rocket science. Something probably went south between them. She gets riddled with bullets, and a nice little act of God takes him out.”

Something dark passes over Klaus’s eyes, and his lips press together tightly, voice becoming strange. “You know, it doesn’t quite work like that, Detective,” he tells her.

Caroline hums, tapping her foot against the pavement. “It’s quite a neatly wrapped little present for the LAPD, don’t you think?” She raises a critical eyebrow. “Why don’t you tell me something?” She pauses. “How did she end up dying in a hailstorm of bullets, and you get away without a scratch? I think that’s interesting. Don’t you?”

“The benefits of immortality,” Klaus says.

“Immortality.” Dryly, Caroline shoots back, “Mm, of course. Uh, you spell that with one or two M’s? I always forget.”

“What will your corrupt little organization do about this?” Something about the way Klaus says it makes Caroline look at him strangely. There’s something off about it, something strictly non-human, but she can’t put her finger on it.

A moment later, she shrugs it off, shivering, and focuses on his question. “Excuse me?”

“Will you find the person responsible?” Klaus asks her directly. “Will they be punished? Will this be a priority for you?” He fixes her with a stern look. “Because it is for me.”

Under his gaze, Caroline bristles. “You’ve got some balls on you, pal.”

At her remark, he looks delighted, eyes twinkling, anger slipping away like mercury. “Oh, thank you very much, but they’re really...quite average.” He smirks.

“I bet.” Caroline allows an edge of steel to slip into her voice. She’s used to her colleagues and the public underestimating her as a woman and as a detective, but she won’t stand for it.

“Now, are you sure that we haven’t met?” Klaus ignores her warning. “I could swear I’ve seen you naked.” He looks considerate now. “Have we had sex?”

A wave of anger washes over her, her vision flashing red. “We’re done here.” Her boots scrape against the pavement as she storms away

“Uh, Detective! Wait!” Klaus chases after her. “Someone out there needs to be punished,” he says as he catches up to her and matches her stride. Something about the way his accent caresses punished strikes her wrong. “We’re not done.”

Turning her back on him, Caroline peels off in the opposite direction, heading towards one of the uniforms. “Yeah,” she calls behind her. “Yeah, we are.”

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If someone had told Caroline later that this was the moment her life would change, that this man, this nightclub owner, who looked like an angel, claimed to be the devil, and would sometimes smile like a demon would uproot everything she had ever known, she wouldn’t have believed them, but it would entirely be the truth.

Not much later, Klaus Mikaelson would show up everywhere on the Cami O’Connell case until they finally found the killer, a former classmate named Aurora de Martel. He would try his little “desire is my superpower” trick on her and fail, though he would somehow use it to trick Aurora into stuttering out her confession. Eventually, he would somehow convince Caroline’s boss, the police chief, into letting him become a consultant. Then she would see him every single day at work.

Soon, he would save her life over and over again while she danced around his flirtations and rolls her eyes at his claims of being devil, even when he introduces her to his bartender Marcel - apparently a demon - and his brother Elijah the angel. He would meet her daughter Lizzie and treat her better than even Tyler at times despite inching away desperately whenever she launched herself at him to hug him. He would belittle and irritate Tyler too, but both men would begrudgingly work together.

Unbeknownst to her - and to him, Caroline would fall in love with him and Klaus with her, and when he revealed his true devilish form to her and when she finally believed him, she wouldn’t recoil.

Because she would be in love with the devil.

#kcauweek2019 #klaroline #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #klaroline drabble

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The Hunter’s Council: Ch. 7

Hello, my lovely readers. Romance is the air and that may not be a good thing for a couple of characters. On with the show..

Chapter 7: It's a Coping Mechanism, Really

As general rule, in Caroline's new life as vampire-demon-slayer-thing she tried not to get hung up on things like parties or dating, or having any sort of a life. Not that she had much of any of those things back when she was just "The Slayer of the Vampires," and other things that might try to eat someone's face. Nope. Her big love was a big monster and they didn't think too much about a casual Friday night bowl of popcorn and a movie, or double dates. That would be too normal. Too much like a regular human couple. It was always screaming. Or fighting. Or running from some new threat. Or chasing down a new threat. Or having new threat pop out at them when they did try to do something normal like go to a dance and get run-through with a sword.

So, no, Caroline did not come back to Mystic Falls High to worry about finding a new, normal boyfriend. Until today…

Blowing some hair out of her eyes, Caroline looked across the lunchroom at the table the football team took up. She'd never been that into the jocks. No, Caroline sadly had a thing for the bad boys. Or one bad boy. But she was over that. She had a new life to live. And when Klaus did show up, again, Caroline would kick his ass, buy a new pair of cute shoes and go out on a Friday night with her friends.

"Caroline?" Bonnie waved a hand in front of Caroline's eyes. "Earth to Caroline. Are you alive in there?"

Caroline continued to stare at the table full of jocks until Hayley tossed an orange at her head. "Ow!" Caroline snarled. Her hand shot downward and she threw the offensive piece of fruit back at Hayley who laughed and tossed it at Stefan. He caught it without looking up from their English reading assignment for the week. Then Caroline did a double take at the book in Stefan's hands. "Are you seriously reading Interview with a Vampire?"

"He calls it 'research,'" Hayley said, peeling her orange and shoving a slice into her mouth, talking around it. "I think he has a crush on Lestate."

"I thought he said it was because the vampire in the book might really be based on some variation of Klaus?" Bonnie pointed out, waving a spork at Stefan.

Stefan rolled his eyes. "Bonnie's right. And Anne Rice is a good writer." He flipped a page.

Rolling her eyes, Caroline shook her head. "The last thing I want to think about is Klaus freakin' Mikaelson." Her eyes traveled back to the football player's table.

"You mean cause you still want to bone him?" Hayley asked with a leer.

"Hales, shut up!" Bonnie snapped. "Ignore her, Caroline. She's just a horny kid with no one to play with at the moment."

"Hey! I have plenty of people to play with!" Hayley snapped. "I don't need to live through Caroline's creepy sex antics with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Talked-About." She slid down in her chair and winked at a freshman who walked into the football player's table. The accidental smashing of one's body into hard wood shook the table just enough for a carton of milk to fall into the lap of the linebacker.

"Shit," Caroline groaned. She watched as the linebacker stood up and his hands balled at his sides. "Be back in a moment," she hissed at her table.

"Need back-up?" Hayley called, already moving to her feet.

"No," Caroline snapped. Bonnie lifted a hand and Hayley fell back in her seat with a grumble. Straightening her shoulders, Caroline made her way across the room to save a little human from a human twice his size. Sadly, she needed a release.

But Caroline hesitated when Matt Donovan stood up. "Hey, man. It's just a little spilled milk. You remember what your mom said." His face lit up with a grin that made Caroline's heart pound a little harder in her chest. He moved down the table and came to stand by the freshman. "You okay, man?" he asked.

Thank you for reading, liking, reblogging and following. 😊

-J

#caroline forbes #klaus mikaelson #klaroline #matt donovan #bonnie bennett #tyler lockwood #hayley marshall #elijah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #stefan salvatore #tvd fanfiction

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The More Things Change: Ch 5

The More Things Change

by Aivaeh

Disclaimer: Familiar characters, plot elements, and settings belong to L.J. Smith, Julie Plec, and the CW. The author of this work of fanfiction has made no money from it. Summary: I have no idea how it happened, but one morning I woke up in the world of The Vampire Diaries. Which, aside from the insanity of waking up inside a television show made real, might not be so bad—if I weren't stuck in the body of vampire magnet and doppelgänger herself, Elena Gilbert. Pairing(s): OFC x Damon, OFC x Stefan, OFC x Elijah, OFC x Klaus Rating: M Warning(s): Graphic descriptions of violence on par with the show itself. References to sex and drug use. Mind control and all the issues of consent that go along with it. Character death. Author's Note: I know there are a ton of these fics out there. Still I recently got into the show, and I can't get enough of these types of stories. The urge to write my own wouldn't leave me alone so here it is. Hopefully someone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. Master List External Links: AO3 | FF.Net | Wattpad

Chapter Five

I woke up in Elena's bed, drenched in sweat. The slanted ceiling occupied my blank stare for several minutes while I laid on my back. I was well and truly stuck. How?

There was no figuring it out. If the show were real, maybe this was some sort of parallel reality. Yes, because parallel realities—as opposed to just losing my mind—made perfect sense.

I covered my—or Elena's—face with my—or Elena's—hands and concentrated on breathing and not, you know, screaming. It took a while. The alarm clock went off.

Dragging myself out of the bed, I went on autopilot. Bathroom. Shower. Brush teeth. Get dressed. Makeup.

By the time I was finished putting Elena's hair up into a ponytail, I had a good hour before I'd have to leave for—ugh—high school. That gave me some time to snoop before anyone might expect me for breakfast. Not that Jeremy would care, but Jenna would probably notice if I skipped another meal.

I went to Elena's desk and pulled her laptop over. While her diary would probably tell me more about her, it felt wrong to dive into a teenage girl's private thoughts. Her search history was fair game, though.

What I found was that Elena spent a lot of time reading fashion blogs, following models and designers on their facebooks—when she wasn't looking over the hundred other pages of people she apparently knew—and browsing the online sites of high-end fashion stores. She also had a large collection of links to blogs by and for writers. A quick perusal of her drive revealed a folder full of original stories and poems. I didn't have time to read more than a few of the latter. While poetry really wasn't my thing, what I saw was pretty good.

She also had a bunch of pirated music and shows. Tsk tsk.

Shutting down the laptop, I sat back and thought. Far as fashion went, my knowledge was limited to reality game shows—and that was about it. I was going to have to be careful not to bring it up around Caroline or Bonnie, because I'd probably sound like an idiot. At least I had an idea of her taste in music and movies. We shared a love of Pop, which was good, though Elena had a more extensive collection of Indie rock. We liked a lot of the same movies and shows, too. Except she had a noticeable lack of horror in her collection which—was hilarious or sad, depending on how you looked at it, I supposed.

I had enough time for breakfast before I had to leave.

Jeremy's room was quiet as I walked by. I glanced at the door, at the sign warning others to stay out, and wondered if I should knock and see if he was awake. Elena probably would've.

But I wasn't Elena. I didn't know Jeremy beyond what I'd seen on television, and the kid was not coping with the death of his parents all that well. If such a thing could be said of any kid who'd lost their parents. He also probably knew his sister pretty damn well. I didn't want to risk saying or doing something wrong around him. Jeremy was clever. He'd put together the existence of vampires for himself. No need to go stirring up his curiosity if I didn't have to.

I decided to leave it to Jenna, his actual guardian.

Unfortunately, all there was of Jenna was a note on the fridge saying she'd had to leave early to work on research. I helped myself to some cereal and started a pot of coffee for Jeremy. Provided he ever woke up.

As the time crept closer to eight, and he still hadn't made an appearance, I muttered a quiet, "Dammit." After rinsing the bowel out in the sink, I made my way back upstairs and to Jeremy's door.

I knocked. "Jeremy?"

Nothing.

Blowing out a breath, I knocked harder. "Hey, Jeremy? It's getting kind of late."

"Go away."

Alrighty then.

I wandered back to Elena's room for her bag before going downstairs. I was about to head for the garage when I heard a car rumble up the driveway. Had Bonnie thought she still needed to pick me up?

Switching tracks, I went out the front door and into a neon-bright Virginia morning. This time, I locked the deadbolt behind me. Who knew what Jeremy was going to do? Shaking my head, I started down the porch.

Only to stop at the last step.

Damon. Seated behind the wheel of a top-down convertible. Lips already twisted into that ever-present smirk. He lowered his head until his eyes peeked over the rim of his sunglasses. "Morning Elena."

Leather creaked in my grip. Over my shoulder, the front door tempted me.

"C'mon. I'll give you a ride to school."

"I can drive myself." I'd never make it before he was in front of me. And he could get in.

His grin suggested that was the most amusing thing he'd ever heard. "Let me get this straight," he began before pulling off his sunglasses, "I am offering to take you to your little podunk high school in a classic american sports car, and you'd rather go in a—" he squinted, "Ford SUV."

Since there was no way to get away and I didn't want to keep shouting across the lawn, I walked from the sidewalk to the driveway. I stopped a good few feet from the car. "That's right."

Damon rolled his head back until it was resting against the leather headrest. "Hm." Icy eyes flickered down. "And where did that come from, I wonder?" he asked, staring at Elena's bag.

"Your brother," I bit off. "And he said he found it in the woods."

"Found it?" A side of his mouth crooked into a grin. "Good ol' Saint Stefan." He slung an arm across the passenger seat. "C'mon, Elena. Let me take you to school."

"No, Damon." I sucked down a breath and made for the garage.

And there Damon was, right in my personal space. "Wow. You didn't even take a moment to think about it." He leaned even closer, eyes big and intense. "That really hurts my feelings, Elena."

I gasped. Dry grass crunched as I stepped back. "Don't do that!"

"If you did what I asked, I wouldn't have to," Damon said, as if it were the most logical thing in the world.

"You don't ask, Damon. You demand."

"Fine," he said in the surliest tone imaginable. "Elena," his lips stretched into a shape that technically met all the requirements for a smile, but was too grudging to truly qualify, "will you please," he pressed his hands together, "let me drive you to school?"

I squeezed the bag's strap. "No."

Damon's breath blasted through his nose. "You have to make everything so much more difficult than it needs to be, don't you?"

"I didn't ask you to come over."

"That's what makes it a surprise." His brows shot up. "Surprise!"

Lips mashed into a thin line, I glared.

"Fine. We'll do it the easier way." Ducking his head, Damon stare bored straight into mine, until I could make out the fine flecks of silver growing around his iris like frost crystals. His pupils contracted to points. "You want to ride with me to school."

Was he trying to compel me? "No, I don't."

He went still as night, pinning me beneath narrowed eyes. "You don't," he murmured.

The gentleness of his voice made the fine hair on my arms and neck stand on end. "No."

Damon's hand flew to his mouth, fingers rubbing across his lips as he stared. "Hm." His eyes were fever bright, like two chips of ice reflecting the winter sun. "Alright." His hand fell away. "We'll do it the hard way."

"What do you mean—"

"The blonde. Caroline, isn't it?" He smiled, and this time, it was closer to genuine. "She's cute."

My guts twisted.

"Mm. Yeah." Closing his eyes, Damon stretched his neck to the side. "I bet she'd like to take a ride with me." Eyes meeting mine again, he folded his arms and pursed his lips for a moment before wondering, "Or your other little friend. Bonnie." Damon's black shirt stretched as he shrugged his shoulders. "Personally, I could go either way."

Static filled my ears. Heart speeding up, my chest turned to ice that spread outwards all the way to the tips of my fingers. I didn't know what Damon had planned for Elena—for me—but I was pretty sure he'd do worse to Caroline or Bonnie. I knew what I needed to do, but it was hard. My knees trembled. I had to move, but every instinct in me screamed to stay. I was pulled in two directions, unable to move in either. I stood still and hated myself.

"Just tell me what you want from me, Damon," I asked—pleaded—quietly.

"I already have. This is not a difficult concept, Elena." His smile was all teeth. "I want you to get into the car so that I can take you to your boring little high school. And when you're finished, I want you to get back into my car, so I can take you home."

"Why?"

Damon shrugged again. "Because I want to."

It couldn't be that simple. Damon had to have some ulterior motive. I just couldn't figure out what it was. Unless toying with me was that fun to him. "You swear that's all."

"Mhm." He lifted his hand, two fingers up and the rest curled down. "Scouts honor." His grin returned with a vengeance. "You can do that if you eat one, right? It still counts?" At my horrified expression, he rolled his eyes. "Oh, ease up, Elena. Just a little vampire humor."

"Eating people. Hilarious."

"You'd be surprised. I'll tell you some stories sometime."

"Please don't."

"Spoilsport." He plucked his sunglasses from his collar and slid them on. "So, c'mon now. Wouldn't want to be late." His brows drifted up. "Unless you actually don't like your friends and won't mind if I eat one of them." His grin took on a sardonic twist. "And I'm not joking this time, bee tee dubs."

I sucked down a deep breath and managed to slide a foot towards the car. The second step was easier. The one after that even moreso, as if the momentum was building once I got going. So it went, until I had made it all the way to the passenger side of the convertible.

Damon appeared in front of me again, making me jump. He ignored my startled breath, opening the door for me. Peering over the rims of his sunglasses, he wiggled his brows. "Miss Gilbert."

If my heart kept jumping whenever he got near, I was going to have a heart attack before the day was out. I slid inside and let him shut the door. He appeared at the other side of the car. Sitting inside and pulling his door closed, Damon looked over and said, "Seat belt."

I pulled the strap out and buckled in, trying not to feel as if I were wrapping a chain around myself.

Damon grinned and started the engine. "Now this, Elena," he started before the engine suddenly roared, startling me into gripping the edge of the door, "is a nineteen sixty-nine Chevrolet Camaro." He shifted the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway. "Try not to look so terrified." He threw the car into drive and took off down the street. Even though we were just cruising down neighborhood streets and not going very fast, the wind still picked up. I was glad I'd tied Elena's long hair back into a ponytail.

"Can't imagine why I'd be scared. Who wouldn't love a joy ride with a psychotic vampire."

"This isn't a joy ride. You'll know when I take you on one of those."

I noticed he didn't dispute the psychotic part. And I didn't like his use of when instead of if. I hoped he was talking about the trip to Georgia he drags Elena on later.

He didn't have a modern stereo in his dashboard. Instead, it looked like the original radio that came with the car. It was tuned to the classic rock station. I was somehow unsurprised that Damon liked eighties hair bands. I tried to picture him with a mullet and nearly broke into peels of nervous laughter.

"Cute turtleneck." The high collar of my shirt pulled slightly out, right where I'd put a pair of band aids over the puncture wounds.

My heart rabbited. I jerked aside, slapping his fingers away before I could think better of it. "Don't touch me."

He smirked as he took his hand back, holding it up.

My heartrate stayed elevated. I leaned slightly towards the door instead of settling back into the leather seat. As the neighborhood houses morphed into brick storefronts, I wondered what the point of this was. Damon wasn't talking. He seemed content to just soak up the sun as he navigated the streets.

I wasn't about to break the silence. Who knew what he'd start talking about. One of his 'funny' stories?

I let out a relieved sigh as soon as the school appeared. Not that I thought Damon was taking me somewhere to murder me, really. He wouldn't have needed to leave the house for that. But it was still reassuring to know the ride was almost over.

The camaro purred like a sated tiger as it glided into the parking lot and rolled up the lane. Damon, arm slung over my seat and sunglasses on his face, soaked up the stares of the students like an attention starved sponge. I hugged my bag tighter. "See," he said as he pulled near the curb, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Yeah. It's been great." I had my hand on the door handle as soon as the camaro rolled to a stop. "Bye."

His hand landed on my shoulder, a firm warning grip keeping me in place. Suddenly he was leaning into me, his face right next to mine. I stared, wide eyed, as his breath stroked my lips. He stayed like that for a moment and then, ever so slightly, tilted his head to the side and stared over the rim of his sunglasses at something behind me.

"Have a lovely day, Elena," he murmured into my ear. Straightening back into his seat, he winked.

As soon as his hand let go of my shoulder, I was shoving the door open and jumping out.

"I'll see you after school," he added as I shut the door. My answering glare bounced off his smirking face.

Head down, I quickstepped away. I was up onto the sidewalk when I heard the convertible's engine growl as he pulled away. Sighing in relief, I lifted my chin.

And immediately saw Stefan.

Jaw clenched, backpack strap straining in his white-knuckled fist, he glared at the shrinking camaro.

Damon had been taunting Stefan. Damon had threatened Caroline and Bonnie, manipulated me into getting into a car with him, so he could put on a show for his brother.

Bastard.

My anger started as a smoldering heat in the pit of my stomach, climbed up my spine and set my cheeks on fire. Flushed and quivering, I struggled against the childish urge to kick at something, shout at someone. Mostly a certain smug-faced blood sucker.

While I silently fumed, I realized that while Stefan may have been Damon's intended audience, he hadn't been the only one. Half the school must have noticed—or so it looked like from the crowd of teenagers who had nothing better to do than stand around and gossip.

Including Elena's friends. I could see Tyler and Vicki over on a nearby bench, watching me and trading words that made each other snicker. Matt was frowning from his spot beside his truck. Caroline had been holding court by the doors but was now marching across the grounds towards me. Bonnie, who'd also been arriving from the parking lot, was the first to reach me. "Who was that."

"Trust me, you don't want to know."

Surprised, Bonnie fell in next to me as I headed for Stefan. "No, pretty sure I do."

I realized she wasn't going to let this drop. Why would she? Her best friend had just arrived with a hot mystery guy in an expensive sports car. "Damon Salvatore. Stefan's older brother."

"That's Stefan's brother?" She shook her head. "Wow. The gorgeous gene must run in the family."

"Yeah, well. He's nothing like Stefan. He's arrogant. Selfish. Cruel."

Bonnie's eyes widened with each cutting, nearly-spat out description. "Then how'd you end up with him?"

I didn't know what to say. Bonnie didn't believe her grandmother yet. At the same time, she'd have to work with Damon—would even one day become best friends with him. Say the wrong thing, and I'd poison the well.

On the other hand, Damon had threatened her, and she wasn't able to defend herself yet.

"Because he's good at getting what he wants," I sighed. "Try to steer clear of him, Bonnie. He and Stefan have issues. And he's not beneath using people. You don't want to get into the middle of it."

"But you're in the middle?"

"Apparently."

Caroline had reached us. I could see the questions forming as she took a breath to speak. "I thought you weren't going to need any more rides."

"So did I," I muttered.

Hands on her hips, Caroline ordered, "Spill."

"His name's Damon. He's Stefan's older brother," Bonnie answered for me. "And he's a jerk who we should stay away from."

She gave a disbelieving huff. "We should, should we?"

Oh no. "Caroline, he's bad news."

"Then why are you riding around with him?" Caroline demanded.

"Because he's using me to get to Stefan."

Caroline's lips mashed together before she said, "That doesn't explain why you got into his car." She turned suspicious. "Unless you're trying to make Stefan jealous?"

"I'm not," I said flatly. "There's nothing to be jealous of. Besides, Stefan and I are friends."

"Friends."

"I mean, we just met, but I'd like to be. I think we are. He agreed to hang out."

Caroline stared. "I don't even know where to begin," she declared, throwing her hands out to the side. She strode back to the small gathering of girls she'd been talking with.

Frowning, Bonnie and I shared a look. "She'll get over it," Bonnie soothed.

I grimaced and rubbed at my forehead. "I'm messing everything up."

"No. Care's being Care."

"I better explain things to Stefan," I muttered.

"Okay. Meet you at my locker?"

I nodded. Bonnie headed off to the doors, parting with an encouraging grin. I couldn't wait till she could give Damon aneurysms. It would make dealing with him so much easier. At least until he got over his fixation with Katherine and started giving a damn about Mystic Falls.

Stefan was seated on top of a picnic table that had been set up beneath a giant maple. Patches of sunlight and shadow flitted around him like butterflies. He'd had his head down in thought but straightened up as he noticed my approach.

His stare was searching, wandering all over my face. "Are you alright?"

It was on the tip of my tongue to say no, but then what? Stefan would try to enact his, 'Lock Damon Up,' plan early? All that would accomplish was getting Zach killed sooner than it had happened on the show. I don't think Zach had even shown him the room of vervain yet.

But Damon was a problem. Something had to be done.

I settled on saying, "Your brother is an ass."

Stefan cracked a slender little smile. It was the barest lift of his lips, but it eased some of the lingering anger from his face. "Yeah. Sorry."

"It's not your fault."

Brows furrowed, Stefan glanced down. I remembered he did, in fact, blame himself for Damon. "But you're okay?"

"Aside from a bad case of windswept hair," I patted at the loose hairs that had fallen out of my ponytail, "I'm fine."

"Your hair looks lovely."

Fighting the urge to look away from the intensity of his stare, I swept a few of the strands behind my ears. "Well. It was a lot neater before Damon insisted on driving me."

That little smile ticked a bit higher. "I stand by my earlier comment."

Grabbing my upper arm, I turned to side to look at something other than his earnest, handsome face. I settled on the line of buses dropping students off.

"I looked for your phone this morning." Stefan said, drawing me back. "I'm sorry but I couldn't find it."

"Oh." I adjusted the bag's strap before letting my hand fall. "It's alright. Thank you for going to all the trouble."

He shook his head. "It wasn't."

"I guess I'll have to talk to my Aunt about getting a new one." That would be a fun conversation.

He nodded. I noticed the crowd of students around us were starting to thin out as more trickled inside. "I better go. I promised to meet Bonnie before class."

Stefan hopped off the table. "My locker isn't too far from yours. Mind if I walk with you?"

"'Course not."

As we walked, we talked about the reading list for our upcoming English class. We had both read everything on it, not that the news surprised me. He'd probably read most of it when it was originally published. Stefan and I went our separate ways once I met up with Bonnie, and after we headed towards my locker, went on to class.

The rest of the morning passed a lot like the first. Well, there was more discussion and lecturing. I knew the way to English and was able to find a better seat—which happened to be near Stefan and Caroline. A pop quiz in Biology really made me regret not doing the homework the night before.

Which led to History before lunch. Stefan again sat fairly close, and it wasn't long through the lesson that I was glad for it. The instructor was really on a tear about a Civil War battle called the Battle of Willow Creek.

After he'd subtly insulted Bonnie and Matt, it was my turn. "Elena. Surely you can enlighten us about one of the town's most historic events?"

I glanced down at the textbook, flipping through a few pages, skimming for Willow Creek. Would this even have been in the reading? I thought it was a general American History course. Was the Battle of Willow Creek so pivotal that it'd be in a standard textbook?

"Willow Creek?" I asked, squinting.

"Yes, Elena. It was fought right here in Mystic Falls."

Oh. Well then it must've been bullshit, because Mystic Falls wasn't a real place. Annoyed, I pressed my lips together before admitting, "I don't know."

"I was lenient last year, Elena. For obvious reasons." Oh. Wow. Right. This guy. "But that ended over summer break."

I wanted to ask if it was because her—my—parents magically came back to life, but I kept my mouth shut. Let the asshole dig his own grave.

Wait. Damon kills him. Bad metaphor.

"There were three hundred and forty-six casualties, unless you're counting civilians," Stefan interjected. And Stefan would know.

The whole class looked from him to the teacher. "That's correct. Mister—"

"Salvatore."

"Any relation to the original settlers here at Mystic Falls?"

I couldn't help but turn to watch Stefan, careful to keep my amusement from showing. He glanced aside before answering, "Distant."

Liar.

"Very good. Except there weren't any civilian casualties in this battle," he said before moving around his desk.

"Actually, there were twenty-seven, sir," Stefan corrected, halting the teacher in his tracks. "Confederate soldiers fired on a church. They believed it housed weapons. They were wrong." Stefan's voice was the embodiment of confident. No wonder. That was the night he was turned, and the other vampires entombed. "It was a night of great loss."

And then Stefan delivered the knockout. "The founder's archives are stored at Civil Hall if you'd like to brush up on your facts, Mister Tanner."

You could hear the 'ooo's throughout the room. The teacher, Tanner, could only respond with an attempt at a face-saving smile. Didn't work.

I glanced at my notes, grinning. That was beautiful.

Tanner flipped open his book. "Thank you, Mister Salvatore. Everyone, page thirty-three."

I flipped forward the required pages before peering out the corner of my eye. Stefan met my glance. His mouth lifted into that small smile I was really beginning to adore.

The rest of the class was filled with history that was actually covered by our textbooks. I made a mental note to memorize dates and figures. It seemed like he'd be one of those history teachers. I was good at the cause and effect when it came to history, remembering the context and environment and the events themselves, but I hadn't been wholly lying when I told Stefan I was terrible with numbers. I was horrible at remembering dates, too.

Wouldn't that make the rest of my time here fun. Monsters and sacrifices and homework. Oh my.

When the bell rung, I was happy to stand and get out of there. I waited just outside the door for Bonnie and Stefan. I didn't miss the look Tanner threw him as he walked out, either. Stefan had not endeared himself with that little stunt.

I remembered there would be another incident between them. Stefan rattling off dates, showing Tanner up again. Tanner wouldn't be a Stefan convert until he saw him play football.

And then Tanner would die.

My buoyed mood fell. If I knew about it ahead of time, did that make me responsible for it if it happened? This seemed like one of those Good Samaritan debates.

"Right, Elena?"

Bonnie and Stefan watched me with expectant looks on their faces. I had no idea what they'd been talking about.

I offered an apologetic smile. "Sorry, can you repeat that? I kind of spaced out for a minute."

Bonnie's brows pinched together in concern. "I was telling Stefan he should join us for lunch."

"I don't want to intrude."

I wondered if he was being polite or looking for an excuse to go hunting. I decided to reassure him. "You wouldn't be intruding. But if you have other plans, that's fine."

"No." He shifted his bookbag higher up his shoulder. "I'd like to sit with you."

We headed to the cafeteria, picked our food up from the line and ended up at the same table with the same people as the day before, plus Stefan. Caroline made the mistake of asking Stefan about his brother.

"We don't speak." Stefan poked at his salisbury steak. I wondered if he regretted his choice to follow us.

"Ever?" Bonnie asked, surprised.

Stefan paused in his inspection of the food to look up and add, "Whenever we have to talk, we end up fighting." He accepted the packet of ketchup I handed to him and looked to Caroline. "Wherever my brother goes, someone ends up hurt. Take my advice and avoid him."

"Elena doesn't seem eager to take your advice," Caroline said.

"You should," he said quietly to me.

I folded my arms and stared down at the rest of my lunch, appetite gone.

Sensing the disquiet, Bonnie thankfully changed the subject back to classes. Which was how Stefan and I got back to our earlier conversation about books we'd read. That led to a discussion of our favorites. And while Elena was a Victorian romance lover, at least on the show she'd been, my tastes were more for modern historical romances and thrillers. Stefan and I got into a discussion of which was the better book: Red Dragon or Silence of the Lambs. I was firmly on the side of Red Dragon, he stuck with Lambs.

The rest of the day passed too soon. By the time the last bell rang, and I was done dragging my feet to my locker, it felt like only a few minutes had passed instead of hours.

Outside, the parking lot was filled with cars backing out and lining up for the exits. I scanned the front of the school, where a line of cars had parked along the curb in front of the entrance. Damon's car wasn't among them. I wondered if he'd forgotten.

I should have known better.

The distinctive growl of the camaro's engine came rumbling down the lane. He parked alongside the curb. The car's sleek sky blue lines gleamed in the sun. Damon's arm was draped over the wheel, his sunglasses tilted down as he met my nervous gaze. His lips curled.

I managed a tight smile at Bonnie. "See you tonight."

Bonnie, shielding her eyes against the sunshine, smiled back.

"Elena." Stefan placed a hand on my arm. "You don't have to do this."

But right as he said that, Caroline strutted past us and walked right up to the passenger door. "Hi. I'm Caroline. Elena's friend."

Damon tilted his head, sights roaming over Caroline. "Damon."

"This is a really amazing car," she said while leaning forward, forearms resting on the door.

"Why, thank you. It's nice to know there are people who appreciate her." His hand ran along the wheel with a lover's caress.

I rolled my eyes. I appreciated the car. It was the driver I had a problem with.

While Caroline continued to flirt, and Damon replied in kind, I met Stefan's concerned stare. "I kind of do." I mustered another smile for him. "See you at the Falls."

He nodded. I adjusted my bag's strap and, as if going into battle—which I kind of was—marched over to Damon's car.

Caroline was laughing at something Damon had said as I approached. Damon's sights flicked over her shoulder to me. He winked. I frowned.

"I like your friend, Elena," Damon called.

I fixed him with another unamused look before shifting my attention to Caroline. She straightened back up, smile stiffening as she regarded me. "So where are you going?"

"Home," Damon and I answered simultaneously.

I started, looking over at Damon. He turned his head to stare out the windshield. "I did say I'd take you home."

"Sounds boring," Caroline pouted.

Damon rolled back around. "So boring."

"You should come to the falls tonight," Caroline went on.

My eyes widened as I attempted to get her attention. "No way." At their combined stares, I forced my cheeks to pull the corners of my mouth up into something resembling a smile. "I'm sure Damon doesn't want to waste his time at some high school party," I tried to keep it light, but ended up sounding frantic.

"Don't be silly, Elena." His lips twisted. "I love high school parties." He focused on Caroline again. "You'll be there, won't you?"

"Obviously," she laughed. "I'm helping set everything up."

Of course she was.

"Then I'll definitely be there." His smile was a wicked thing. His sights shifted to me. "Better get going."

"Aw. So soon?" Caroline pouted.

Damon sighed. "'Fraid so. Elena made me promise. There and back." He crooked a finger at me.

My frown deepened, but I did as he bid. Sliding around Caroline, who glowed with triumph, I pulled open the car door and lowered myself into the leather seat.

As soon as the door was shut, Damon sent a sinful grin Caroline's way. "See you around, Caroline."

"I'll hold you to that," she replied, flicking her blonde curls back behind her shoulder.

Damon's grin widened before the engine growled and the car took off.

"You said you'd leave her alone if I rode with you," I accused as he swung into one of the parking lanes that headed back out of the lot.

"I didn't do anything. She came to me." Damon sighed. "These looks. They're a curse."

Sonofa—

"But don't let it be said I'm not a man of my word." I eyed him doubtfully. He lifted a hand. "I won't touch a blonde hair on her head. So long as you remain—" he pretended to think about it, "agreeable."

"Fine," I all but growled.

Damon turned out of the lot and onto the main road without signaling. "Jealous?"

"Concerned." I fell back against the seat and folded my arms. "Caroline doesn't deserve to be the rope in the Salvatore brothers' latest game of tug-of-war."

"There's a simple solution to that. Don't give my brother the time of day."

I'd rather not give him the time of day but had enough sense not to say it. "Why do you really want to go to a party full of drunk teenagers, Damon?"

"Because it's a party full of drunk teenagers." His eyes sharpened, like a pair of slate flints. "And I'm thirsty."

I swallowed and slid further down in the seat. "Please don't hurt anyone."

He hummed. "Hurting is kind of necessary."

"No, it's not. You could drink out of blood bags."

"And deny them to the poor soul who needs a blood transfusion?" His nose wrinkled. "Besides, blood tastes differently when it's been refrigerated."

"But you could do it."

He sighed. "I could. But why should I?"

"Because it's not right to attack people." I couldn't believe I had to spell this out.

Damon shrugged. "Don't care." He stretched his other arm out over the wheel before drawing his right back. "That's the best part about being a vampire, Elena. The old rules just don't apply anymore. Do what you want, whenever you want."

"And you want to hurt people."

"I want to quench my thirst." He glanced over. "I'm a vampire. I drink human blood to survive. It's natural."

"But you can do that without hurting or killing."

"But I don't care."

I thought for a moment, weighing the risk. But, hell, I had to push on his rusty moral compass at some point. "I don't think that's true."

Behind his shades, Damon rolled his eyes.

"I think you do care. You're just determined to pretend you don't."

"There's a switch we have. We can turn our emotions off like," he lifted his hand and snapped his fingers, "that."

But I remembered the look on Damon's face when he'd finished feeding. How tender his gaze had been, his expression wistful as he lost himself to a memory. "Except you haven't."

"'Course I have."

"If that were true, you wouldn't care about what your brother thinks so much."

"We all have our hobbies."

"Say whatever you want, Damon." The car turned into Elena's driveway and idled. Damon lounged in the driver's seat, an arm stretched over the wheel as the other rested across his door. I took in the way his posture screamed indifference and saw it for the act it was. "But you don't fool me."

"Or maybe you want to believe I'm capable of caring whether people live or die to convince yourself I won't kill you," Damon suggested airily.

I forced myself to smile, even though he probably heard my pulse racing. "You say the sweetest things."

He turned his head and grinned. "See you tonight, Elena."

I worked to stay calm as I got out. His stare followed me all the way to the door. As soon as I was on the other side, I fell against it, sliding down to the ground, bag dropping beside me. He pulled out of the drive, and only once the rumble of his car disappeared down the street was I able to breathe freely.

Sinking my head into my hands, I wondered what I was going to do tonight. Both Salvatores at a party full of rowdy, drunk teens. Damon still trying to make life hell for Stefan.

It sounded like a recipe for disaster.

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Chances - Part I

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Careful Elena, Someone Might Start to Think You Care - Part 6

His fingers tapped the spine of the book in his hands. He had returned to the house after a night of searching when his reason had caught up with him. He didn’t have a reason to look for her; she had made it perfectly clear she didn’t care about anything.

Part of him was hoping he would find her at the house, but the place was deserted. Her things were still there which he took as a good sign.

His eyes shifted from the novel on his knee to the bedspread. He had carried the grimoire back with him from the falls after finding he couldn’t leave it behind.

Now that he was trying to relax and give her the space she obviously wanted he was nervous. The glow of the full moon had all but diminished and most, if not all, of the wolves in the area had been turned while Elena was human, but in the back of his mind a tiny voice was whispering: ‘what if’.

What if Klaus had missed a few wolves? What if she was in trouble somewhere in the woods?

Dawn broke over the horizon as phantom growls set off in the back of his mind. The thought that she was hurt or even bitten sent him running down the stairs. He was at the front door before the book hit the ground.

His pounding heart stuttered and stopped when he wrenched the door open. There on his doorstep was a shivering brunette and for a moment all he could do was stare at her, but then he jumped into action.

A line appeared between her brows.

Kol took hold of her elbow and pulled her into the house. A deep frown marred his normally amused features and made him look far older than the nineteen mortal years he had been.

“Are you alright?”

His hands explored her skin, shifted her wet clothes and held the sides of her neck.

“You’re as cold as ice,” his hands slid back down her arms and curled around her frozen fingers.

“I’m cold because you dragged me through a waterfall and I spent the night in wet clothes,” she shivered. The places where his hands had ghosted over her bare skin tingled; the whispers of heat and longing crept down her spine.

“You weren’t bitten?” His eyes sought out her gaze.

“Careful,” Elena looked down slowly to where he was still holding her hands. “Someone might start to think you care.”

She slid her hands free and pivoted on her heel to stride into the house. The sudden sense of eyes watching made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

Kol slammed the door shut before following her up the winding staircase. He moved her shoes out of his path and stepped into the ensuite attached to her room.

“I understand that you’re without emotions darling,” he struggled to keep his voice level, “but have you also abandoned your common sense? Do you have any sense of self-preservation left?”

Elena glanced over her shoulder while peeling off her wet t-shirt.

“You could have died, Elena,” his hands shook with fury.

“I didn’t,” she shrugged. Her fingers popped the button of her jeans.

“What are you doing?”

His eyes narrowed when she stood before him in her midnight blue underwear. He tore his gaze from her curves and met her eyes.

“I’m cold,” she tilted her head. Her hands snaked around her back.

“And stripping is going to help?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“No,” she gave up with the clasp. Her frozen fingers were useless at the moment so she busied them turning the knobs of the shower. “Hot water is going to help.”

She left the water to warm up and turned to face him. Her bare feet slowly crossed the path to stand in front of Kol.

“Now you are welcome to continue your tirade,” her hand splayed over his heart, “but you’ll have to join me.”

He didn’t have time to be impressed with her speed before she planted her lips on his in a sound kiss. Sparks erupted into a flame as her tongue swept into his mouth.

Her breath hitched. His warm hand spread over the small of her back to pull her flush against him; the heat from his palm seeped into her skin.

Her lips moved against his with an almost desperate hunger. She could feel something fluttering in her chest again. There was something missing from the kiss; something she hadn’t noticed until he slowed things down and backed her into the shower wall.

She realized what it was when he broke away to breathe and looked down into her eyes. He had said he cared, but it wasn’t until then that she realized just how much.

Her hands shifted from his hair to his chest in order to push him a few inches back. She needed to turn around. She needed to break the eye contact before the fluttering in her heart mutated into a full blown emotion.

Somewhere over the pounding of the water she heard the unmistakable sound of someone moving about downstairs. She tilted her head and peeked over her shoulder while finally unhooking her bra.

“It sounds like you’ve got company,” she dropped the wet fabric and stepped into the spray while shimmying out of the last of her clothes.

He was contemplating following her into the shower when he heard glass tinkling. The split second he looked away was enough time for her to step behind the frosted glass and leave her lacy undergarments on the floor.

“How deeply have you really buried things Elena?”

She turned her face up into the spray and closed her eyes. It was there right under the surface; she knew it. Part of her was relieved when she heard the door close.

Separating sex and feelings had been easy before, so why was it so much harder with him?

Why did she want to feel every emotion behind his kiss?

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To say he was puzzled by his early morning guest would have been an understatement. Maybe in other families it was common to pop around on your siblings but he and Klaus had never been like that.

They were either the most chaotic of mates or the vilest of enemies, but always… always there was a layer of animosity between them. He liked to blame it all on Klaus; they might have had a wonderful relationship if not for the daggers of the five.

Well, not wonderful, but perhaps normal. There certainly would have been less bloodshed brought on by their hands.

“Did you raid my stash?” Klaus glanced up from the bottle in his hands. It was a rare bottle of Chateau Lafite from 1869. “Correct me if I’m wrong but were you not asleep this year?”

“I believe there are only a dozen bottles left in existence,” Klaus set the wine on a low table and stood from the armchair.

“And I’ve purchased two,” Kol’s smirk was tight. The feigned amusement didn’t reach his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s come to my attention that you’ve been harbouring my doppelganger,” Klaus tilted his head.

“She’s not yours Nik!” Too late Kol caught the heat behind his voice.

“Oh…” Klaus chuckled. He glanced to the tick in his brother’s jaw. “You care about her.”

Kol opened his mouth but before he could say anything Klaus cut in. His blue eyes flashed with dark amusement.

“Don’t bother denying it,” Klaus smirked, “I heard you from the street. It’s not like you to care about anyone else.”

Kol gritted his teeth and strode across the living room. Snatching up the bottle of wine he moved to replace it on the shelf. He kept his back to Klaus; he wasn’t sure he would be able to refrain from wiping the smug smirk from his brother’s face.

“It’s very foolish of you,” Klaus stood from the chair and reached into his jacket. “Caring, I mean; since she’ll be human again soon.”

“That’s her decision,” Kol exhaled slowly.

“No,” Klaus clapped him on the shoulder, “it’s not.”

Kol’s mouth popped open as his eyes darted to his chest. A choking sound rose in his throat which Klaus had no problem interpreting.

How occupied had his mind been not to notice Klaus in the house sooner? How long had it taken him to locate the daggers and the ash?

“You’ve grown distracted little brother. That works out well for me,” he drove the blade deeper and watched the grey spread. “I don’t want you interfering. Don’t worry,” he met Kol’s eyes as the light faded, “it’s only until the end of Elena’s natural life.”

Klaus lowered his brother to the ground and looked to the door.

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Elena slipped from the shower and began towel drying her hair. She was pulling on a pair of sweats and a tank top when she heard the tail end of a conversation involving her name.

Her feet made next to no sound on the stairs, but she knew from Klaus’ smirk that he had seen her.

It took a second for the full image to take shape because for a moment all she saw were flashes of colour: a glint of silver, a spread of grey, a malicious red grin, a bottle of black ash, and a prone body.

She was barely able to breathe as Klaus placed his brother on the floor, but when the hybrid stood and she saw Kol incapacitated her body began to warm. It was less than a minute before her blood was boiling. Her voice shook with her suppressed rage.

“What did you do?” Her stomach trembled. She curled her fingers into fists.

“I put him down,” Klaus stood back up. “He would have gotten in the way of my plans.”

“What plans?” Elena gritted her teeth. Somewhere in the back of her mind she recognized her body’s reaction as anger, but she made no attempt to stamp it back down.

“My plans for you,” he sighed. “In making you human again.”

Elena was certain she heard her tooth crack from clenching her jaw.

“I don’t want to be human, Klaus!”

He shook his head and gave a humourless laugh.

“You don’t get a say in this.”

“Yes I do!”

Her eyes darted around the room once before she ran at vampire speed. Her hand closed around the dagger and yanked it free. She snatched up the bottle of ashes and raced into the kitchen.

He stole centuries of my life.

He wouldn’t steal them again.

She poured the ashes into the sink and just managed to turn on the water when a hand closed around her throat. Her heart leapt into her throat as she was slammed onto the counter.

“Are you going to kill me Klaus?” She wheezed through her crushed windpipe. There was another doppelganger out there so she wasn’t necessarily needed. “Go ahead,” she gasped, “but Jeremy will never help you.”

Klaus’ narrow eyes darted to the ashes being washed away in a steady stream of water. He knew she was right; Jeremy Gilbert would never consent to aiding his plight if he were to turn his attention to Katerina after killing his sister.

“Maybe I’ll just torture you,” he tightened his fingers around her throat. “I need you alive, but you don’t require all of your limbs.”

“All because I poured out the ashes?” Elena tried to pull his hand free. “Sorry Klaus; you’ll just have to learn to live with your siblings.”

Her eyes widened when Klaus neck twisted at an unnatural angle. She rolled over and gasped for breath as her windpipe slowly healed.

She straightened in time to see Kol look from the empty bottle of ashes to the dagger in her fingers.

“Careful, darling,” he took the blade from her hand, “someone might start to think you care.”

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Smooth jazz floated through the air and around the bodies of dozens of patrons in the upscale restaurant. People were dressed to the nines and dining on absurdly small portions.

Lawyers worked out business deals over pate, arranged shady deals and planned underhanded acquittals.

Amidst the dark dealings and glittering couples sat a beautiful brunette in a little black dress. Her cunning eyes observed every backhanded deal and hidden argument. Her lips lifted when a man slid into the seat across from her.

“You’re late,” she tilted her head. “I was told you’re the best, and I expect the best to be punctual.”

“Sorry babes,” he adjusted his tie, “but I had to find something to wear.” His eyes darted around the restaurant. “This isn’t my typical scene.”

“I don’t do dive bars,” she opened her napkin and spread it over her lap.

She crossed her legs and looked up in time to see his eyes roaming over her slowly. He took in everything from her chestnut curls to her designer shoes.

She was his typical client: bored trophy wife, or spoiled heiress.

“Shall we get down to it?” He wondered who had driven her to call him: her husband or her lover.

“Let’s,” she smiled brightly and pulled a file from her handbag.

He flipped open the plain file and viewed the first image. It was a young man getting out of a car.

The lover then, he glanced up at her while closing the folder.

“What did he do: break your heart?”

“Something like that,” she leaned forward. Under the table the toe of her shoe trailed up his calve. “You’ll only get one shot at this. There are people who will stand in the way.” She tilted her head and reached out to run her fingers over the man’s wrist.

His eyes dropped to her hand as her foot made it passed his knee. He lifted his gaze to her face.

“There’s the matter of my fee,” he cocked an eyebrow.

“You’re going to wave it.” She hummed.

“Now why would I do a thing like that?” His eyes fell to her chest.

“Because,” her smile was sickeningly sweet, “I’m telling you to.” With a flick of her wrist she dug her nails into his skin and brought his eyes back to hers in time to see her dilating pupils.

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lalainajanes · 6 years

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45 and 53

45. chocolates of romance + 53. mutual pining. This is the last of the trope x trope prompts!

Sweet As

Caroline’salways a bit tired the morning after the full moon but, given how many of herneighbors also feel the moon’s effects, she’s far from the only one. She doesn’t turn furry and spend thenight racing through the forests. She just sacrifices sleep to prep for therush of wolves that pop by her café the following morning.

She’d notedthe ragged edges of her customers her first month in business, how even thededicated caffeine freaks chose hot chocolate, how all the non-chocolate dessertselections got passed over. Still new in town she hadn’t quite been able to puther finger on the reasons for the change. Her neighbor had filled her in.

Bonnie’s awitch, a powerful one from an old family, and Caroline had learned long agothat witches made better allies than enemies. One never knew when a protectionspell would be needed – sometimes the urge to put down roots was too strong forher to fight and she could be slow to wake when comfortable in her tree. Bonniehad been slow to trust but, helped out by her kick ass snickerdoodle recipe,Caroline had managed to win her over.

Uponlearning that her new town housed a large pack of werewolves, as well asfrequent wolf-y visitors, Caroline had recognized a business opportunity.Chocolate helped with a wolves recovery from turning, provided a much neededpost moon pick me up. As an admitted chocoholic Caroline had developed a decentrepertoire of recipes to soothe her own cravings.

Using themfor profit? A no brainer. The day after the full moon has become one of the busiestof the month, helps to pad her emergency funds nicely.

She usesthe tips to buy herself something pretty. Caroline figures she deserves it. Shespends the night at the shop, first slaving over a hot oven, later crashing onthe couch in her office. Her home is surrounded by forests and while she’sstrong enough to fight off a werewolf she likes the town, it’s quirky mix ofsupernatural types and oddball humans. She sees no need to rock the boat byinjuring one of the wolves, or risk the pack retaliating. They steer clear ofher cherry grove, likely able to sense the magic of it even better in theirwolf forms. Caroline appreciates it, would like for her little bubble of peaceout in the forest to stay pristine.

When thebell above the door chimes, a familiar frame slipping inside, Caroline’sbleariness instantly melts away. She straightens as Klaus pushes the door shutfirmly, locking out the chilly fall air. She wriggles her fingers in anenthusiastic greeting – it’s been a couple of days since she’d seen him last. Hesmiles, weaving through the mostly empty tables and chairs to get to thecounter.

Perhaps the leader of the werewolf pack has somethingto do with her desire to keep the peace. A smallsomething. He’s very nice to look at,walks and talks with a confidence that she can’t help but be intrigued by.

They’ddanced at the town’s fall festival a few nights ago and Caroline’s beenthinking way dirtier thoughts ever since she’d gotten up close and personalwith the way his body can move. He’s been busy with pack business, hasn’tstopped by, probably a good thing because Caroline probably would have blushedhighlighter pink had she run into him that first morning.

She’d neverviolate the health code the way they had in her dreams but taking Klaus’ coffeeorder with the images so fresh in her mind would have been awkward. Today, witha few days to let the images settle, she’s able to smile back and flip herponytail over her shoulder, confident she can have a completely normal, onlymildly to moderately flirty conversation with him.

Withoutstaring at his mouth, hopefully.

A goodthing because she does like talkingto him. He’s funny in a way that skews slightly mean, so Caroline’s beencomfortable enough to drop her perky customer service façade drop and beherself.

She pourshim a mug of hot chocolate as he leans a hip against the counter. “How wouldyou like it today?” she asks.

His lipscurl, a challenge sparking in his eyes, “Surprise me.”

Huh. That’snew. She thinks back, running through the list of things she’s seen himconsume, but Klaus’ tastes are varied, he rarely orders the same thing. She’staken it as a personal challenge, mentally pats herself on the back when heasks for something a second time.

Makes sureit pops up in the bakery case more often.

She drumsher fingers on the counter, twisting to consider the row of flavored syrups andpowders and toppings she has. “If I had a liquor license this would be easier.”She’s run into him at the bar plenty of times and he’s much pickier aboutbooze. It’s always bourbon on the rocks, from a fancy, slightly dusty, bottlethat Enzo seems to pull out just for him.

Klaus makesa low sound, a laugh he tries to swallow, “Ouch. Not sure that’s a flatteringstatement, love.”

The curl ofhis lips doesn’t fall and Caroline has no problem scoffing. “Please. I didn’tmean it like that. It’s a pretty well known fact that werewolves can hold theirliquor. Besides, even if it was a dig yourego can handle the blow.”

“PerhapsI’m feeling fragile. I did break most of the bones in my body not four hoursago.”

She turnsback to him, running her eyes over his body anew, looking for signs of aninjury. Klaus’ pack had been hosting another from a territory on the coast. Afew strangers had wandered into her shop, had been pleasant enough, if a littleintense. She’d felt like a butterfly pinned under glass a time or two when she’dcaught one of them studying her.

She’dfigured they’d just been trying to figure out what she was. Dryads are muchrarer than wolves or witches.

She wracksher memories, trying to remember if she’d said anything about Klaus to thevisiting wolves. She hopes they hadn’t been hanging out at her place in hopesof spotting one of his weaknesses. Klaus doesn’t often mingle outside the pack.Caroline is well aware that his attempts to get to know her are an anomaly.

She hasn’theard anything this morning about the meetings going awry, had assumed they’dall happily howled at the moon together last night, but none of her wolfcustomers had been particularly talkative. They’d all been too focused oninhaling as many chocolatey confections as possible. Perhaps it had been a postbattle fatigue, not just the regular human to wolf to human transformationfatigue.

The urge toround the counter, to touch him and check for injuries, is nearly overwhelmingand Caroline presses her hands to the chipped wood to still herself. Pressingher hips to his in time to music was one thing. Tearing his shirt off mid-morningand running her hands all over him is another. “Are you alright?” she asksanxiously. “I can pop next door and see if Bon has…”

Klaus’ handcovers hers, pressing down until her tense fingers relax, “I’m perfectly fine.”

The tensionleaks from her and she straightens, attempting to recover her former perkiness,“Glad to hear it! But you’ll be better once we get some chocolate in you.”

She turnsfrom him again, hopes he doesn’t notice the slight shake of her hands.

Apparentlyher feelings for Klaus had tipped beyond the slight crush point. It would havebeen nice to not have that realization rightin front of him.

Carolinecan feel him watching her, resists the urge to glance over her shoulder and seeif she can read his expression. She works quickly, adding a hint of the spicysyrup she makes herself, a healthy dollop of whipped cream, and a pinch ofcinnamon.

It’ssignificantly more frou frou than anything she’s ever seen him drink but he’sthe one who’d pointed out his recently broken bones. She slides it over, “Enjoythe extra calcium.”

He dips hisfinger into the mound of whipped cream and Caroline ducks down, sliding open doorto the small refrigerator behind the counter. She doesn’t trust herself not tostare should Klaus do what most people do with a whipped cream coveredfingertip. His quiet hum of enjoyment has a small shiver racing up her spine.

He’s made asimilar in her fantasies a time or two.

She’d hiddenaway some things just for him and she sets two plates on the counter in frontof him. He’s surprised, his eyes widening, but she can see that he’s pleasedtoo. Still, a pang of self-consciousness washes over her. Before, when she’smade something she knows Klaus likes, she’d just plopped it in the case witheverything else and waited for him to stop by. This is more deliberate. Anobvious signal. Caroline smooths an escaped curl away from her face, “I madethe chocolate cherry cheesecake brownies that you liked. And I had some extracherries so I figured…”

Looking atthe plate, the artfully arranged chocolate cherries, Caroline can’t believethat she’s just now considering howthe freaking romantic implications of the gesture.

“I figured…”she stutters, barely noticing that she’s repeating herself.

Klaus turnsaway from her, finding Marcel sitting in a booth across the shop. “Marcellus,”he says, firm and commanding in a way that is not helping Caroline get herhormones under control at all, “Ineed to speak with Caroline for a moment. Privately. Mind her shop, will you?”

Itobviously hadn’t been a question because Klaus takes a few quick steps, flipsup the top of the counter, and eases behind it. He reaches for her, his longfingers gentle as they wrap around her elbow. He nods behind her, “Shall we usethe kitchen? Or perhaps your office?”

The pullout bed is still open in her office and Caroline suspects if they enter thatroom they won’t be doing much talking.

And whilethat wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world she thinks they need to clarify athing or two before any hot office sex happens.

“Kitchen,”she says.

Klausreleases her, his hand skimming down her arm. He nods to the swinging door,snatching up the plates she’d set out for him. “Ladies first,” he murmurs.

A quicklook around the shop tells her that the few customers are watching themcuriously. Marcel’s slid out of the booth and when she catches her eye he seemsamused. “Don’t burn down my shop,” she warns, before she leads Klaus into thekitchen.

She hearstwo clinks and then he’s grasping her arm again, stopping her motion. She canfeel him hot against her back and when his hand hovers over her stomach shepresses it down, against her. His lips brush the side of her neck and Caroline’sknees go unsteady as she leans into him. He inhales deeply against the curve ofher shoulder. “You do smell of me,”he rumbles. “I half thought that a taunt.”

Okay, thatwas weird.

“I what?”she asks, the words shriller that she’d meant them to be.

“What doyou know of mates, Caroline?”

She peelsherself away from him, circling until the steep prep table is between them. She’stempted to put her flushed face to the cool surface, maybe that would help herthink. “Mates,” she repeats. “Pretty common amongst supernatural species.Varying degrees of free will are involved.”

It’s a ceremonywith Dryads, a binding of souls, old and complicated. It’s written in a bookCaroline’s mother had gifted her with when she’d left home. She’d skimmed it,ages ago, hadn’t figured she’d ever need it.

Maybe she’dbeen wrong.

Klausshifts, seemingly restless. He looks… nervous, a state Caroline’s never seenfrom him. “I don’t know that I consciously chose to mark you when we dancedaround that bonfire. I wanted it, certainly, but I’d always planned to broachthe subject while we were sober and aware. But between the punch and the magicin the air it happened and I couldn’t stop myself once I realized.”

“Sorry, butyou marked me? How?” There’s been nobiting, not even a kiss. They’d just danced, for ages, yes, from sunset to thewee hours, but Caroline doesn’t remember any marking.

“It’smagic, sweetheart. Mine reaching out to yours to signal my intent. Had you beena wolf you would have smelled it. I’m sorry I didn’t think to explain beforenow.”

Carolineducks her head, attempting to smell herself, glaring at Klaus when his lipsquirk up like he’s going to smile. She smells like she always does, like thevanilla lotion she uses and baked goods (it’s an occupational hazard but no onecomplains), a hint of fresh cherries and the forest that always lingers, nearlyunnoticeable. Super senses aren’t a part of the Dryad bag of tricks, however. “Idon’t smell you,” she says.

“My packdid. I do too. It’s faint but it’s there. I imagine our recent werewolfvisitors did as well.”

“That mightexplain the weird looks,” Caroline mutters. Klaus’ eyes narrow and she cuts himoff before he can say anything that will annoy her, “Will it go away?”

“Should youdecide that you don’t want me after all it will fade. A wolf’s scent onlylingers when a mate is receptive.” His satisfaction is obvious, in both histone and his face, a hint of gold shining around the edges of his pupils. Heplucks one of the cherries from the plate, popping it into his mouth. His eyesflutter closed in pleasure as he chews and Caroline swallows hard, fights theurge to go to him once more.

This timeit’s not worry that’s causing the itch in her fingertips.

When he’sdone his eyes drift open slowly, darker than before, lit with a hunger that hasnothing to do with food. “Are you, Caroline? Receptive, I mean?”

She’s notthe least bit surprised he wants her to say it. She lifts her chin, “I wouldn’thave made you those if I wasn’t. Everyone else gets the cherries I pick up atthe market, you know.”

He goesstill, eyes darting from her to the plate. Then he’s circling the table, fasterthan she’s ever seen him move in public. She lifts up onto her toes when heburies his hands in her hair, moans when his open mouth settles over hers. Helicks into her mouth, all certainty and want, kisses her like it’s all he’sbeen wanting. He tastes like cherries and chocolate, the tiniest hint of cinnamon,and she wishes she’d been bold enough to make a move months ago.

When helifts her onto the counter she stops thinking about much of anything, too busytracing the flexing muscles of his torso under his shirt.

A crashfrom outside breaks them apart and they take a moment to tug their clothes backinto place and smooth their clothes before they venture back into the shop.Their hasty attempt at hiding what they’d been doing fools no one and Carolinecatches quickly hidden smiles and hears smothered titters. Marcel is attemptingto sweep up a broken pile of china and Klaus shoots him a glance that’spositively murderous.

Carolinemakes him a new hot chocolate on the house. His timely interruption had saved her from violating the healthcode so he deserves it. Klaus clearly doesn’t agree but his temper is easy enough to cool. Caroline tells him to pick her upfor dinner at six, smirks and murmurs that they’ll pick up where they left offafter dinner.

She offersto bring dessert.

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bellemorte180 · 4 years

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Winners of the Wanderlust Betting Pool - @donlrose

Thank you so much to everyone who participated in the Wanderlust Betting Pool. In return, @klavscaroline and I decided to make a mini drabble and edit of their choice for the winners.

Prompt: Anything along the lines of mates where Caroline is a lone wolf and comes across Klaus pack. At first, she's hesitant to trust him but can't deny the mates bond. But give them a happy ending, real life is depressing enough.

Written by @bellemorte180 | Edit by @klavscaroline

Caroline looked out over the busy streets of New Orleans. After years on the run, Caroline never thought she would ever find a home again. She had been alone for so long that she was beginning to believe that she was a freak. That she had some mutation that lingered in her genes; or a punishment for the death that was caused at her hands. Seeing that her parents were dead, she supposed that she would never get the chance to ask them. When she first turned at the full moon, she was angry at their death and at them for leaving her so unprepared.

“What are you thinking of?” Klaus asked as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle. Caroline leaned back into embrace; feeling his lips touch the top of her head. How her life had completely changed in the last six weeks. She went from being alone, bouncing from city to city, to belonging to a pack when she did not know others like herself existed. She resisted at first, not understanding what was happening around her or why she felt this electric draw to a man who was cursed in the same way she was. She wanted to touch him, run her fingers through his hair and that instinct put her on edge; so she bolted. “I can hear the wheels turning in that beautiful head of yours from across the room.”

“I’m thinking of my parents and wondering what they would have thought of all this.” Bill and Liz Forbes died when Caroline was five years old. It was a strange accident that could not be explained, and Caroline was taken in by Grayson and Miranda Gilbert. They were the only family that she knew. She had a family but all of that was stripped away during the first moon transformation she experienced. The Gilbert’s threw her out of the house; even if they didn’t blame her for Elena’s death but they could not abide by the fact that she turned into a wolf at the full moon. They called her a monster. “I know that the Gilberts would be ashamed, because apparently I terrify them, but I wondered what my birth parents would say. What they would think of all this. If they even knew at all about the gene.”

“They may not have.” Klaus answered her honestly. “The gene has been lost in many families over the centuries, or so I’m told. If not, a single person kills someone else, even by accident, there is a chance that they wouldn’t know until…”

“Until you get really drunk and push your sister into a pool as a joke; forgetting that going headfirst into the shallow end could break someone’s neck.” She looked down at her hands. Elena’s death still tore at her conscience. She loved her like a sister and to be responsible for her death was not an easy thing for Caroline to get over; sometimes she feels as though she deserves the curse put on her. “Is it wrong to feel as though I don’t deserve you? Or is it wrong to be happy?”

“Caroline.” Klaus turned her in his arms and leaned down, kissing her lips gently before placing his hands on her face. “When I was fifteen years old, my father was teaching to shoot a bow and arrow. My finger slipped and I ended up killing my father’s friend. I felt guilty for a long time, especially when the curse was triggered but don’t let the fact that we are mated make you guilty. It’s a gift, one that I refuse to let go of.”

“Yeah. You made that abundantly clear when you refused to accept my rebuff towards your advances.” Caroline teased. When Klaus had all but stated that he wanted to claim her as his mate, she did not know what that meant. She had thought it was some caveman ritual that would lead her to being barefoot, pregnant and completely dependent upon him. Not even knowing Klaus then, she ran for the hills. It took him the better part of three weeks to explain the werewolf world and what having a mate meant to them.

It meant having a partner.

Equality.

The sex was just a bonus.

“You didn’t make it easy that is for sure.” He leaned down and kissed her gently again. They broke apart and Caroline leaned against his chest. She closed her eyes as she listened to the sound of his heart beating against his chest. It was a sound that Caroline found soothing. “I suppose that is why I like you. I suppose our wolves knew what they were doing when they bounded us together.”

“I suppose waking up naked next to you in the woods during a full moon kind of forced me to accept the fact that you were not just giving me lines to get me into bed.” Caroline told him and Klaus snorted at that. During her travels, she had seen all sorts of men try and pick her up and get her into their bed. However, Caroline was not that kind of girl so when Klaus pretty much said that they were fated to be together, she assumed it was just another pick-up line and a bad one at that; she never actually considered that he was serious. When she woke next to him, naked and in the woods, not only did she realize that he wasn’t lying about them being mates but the pull she felt in her bones to him began to make sense. “Being with you now, it makes me wonder why I resisted for those first few weeks. Especially, when I was so excited to find people who were like me.”

“You were a lone wolf for years, Caroline and one who did not understand what was happening to her. It’s natural and understandable that you would be resistant.” Klaus soothed her worries. She thought on his upbringing and compared it to hers. He was raised with wolves his entire life. His mother abandoned him on his father’s doorstep days after his birth because she didn’t want to raise a wolf child. His father, Ansel, never provided a name or address for his mother; just that she didn’t want him. It explained why he bonded so closely with his wolves and why they mattered so much to him. “You’re not alone anymore, Sweetheart. You have a family.”

“I do, don’t I?”

“Yeah you do.” Klaus’s smile was wide and his dimples creased in his cheeks. “I played in those streets as a kid. This city is filled with wolves and I always felt like I belonged here. Our children, when they come, will never suffer the uncertainty that you felt if they ever trigger the curse. Their lives and the one we will build together will be filled with laughter, love, and music. Genuine beauty. I promise you.”

“Are we…making plans?” Caroline asked. It was such a foreign concept to her. For years she traveled from one place to the next, never knowing what the next few years would bring her; haunted by Elena’s ghost that she felt followed her everywhere. In the span of a few weeks, she had a family and a life that she could build.

“Yes Sweetheart, I believe we are.”

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Hopeless: Chapter Two

Klaus Mikaelson x OC

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‘Well hello, love, aren’t you a sight for soar eyes?’ Klaus smiled, his eyes shining with both hunger and curiosity as he took in my clothing.

Shit.

I could understand his interest given that he was in fifteenth century clothes that were clearly stained with blood, while my skinny jeans, vest top and ankle boots were clearly not normal attire to wear in 1492. I was pretty sure I saw his eyes darken with lust when he saw how much cleavage this top showed—clearly it wasn’t a common way of dress.

‘Well maybe your soar eyes should look somewhere that would appreciate the attention.’ I retorted before I thought it through, ‘which is not here, encase that wasn’t clear.’

He stared at me for a moment before he laughed loud enough that the sound echoed off the trees. I rolled my eyes and ran my hand through my hair, starting when he suddenly grabbed my wrist, all traces of amusement gone from his face—he looked angry and shocked.

‘Where did you get this?’ he demanded.

I glanced down at what he was looking at and saw my daylight ring. I snatched my hand out of his grasp and took a step back, trying to think of an explanation—obviously daylight rings weren’t as “heard of” six hundred years ago.

‘I won’t ask again, love, so I suggest you tell me.’ He threatened, taking another step towards me.

‘Well, you see, the explanation is very simple…’ I trailed off, trying to think of a suitable reason.

Klaus cocked his head to the side, a clear sign that he was waiting, impatiently. I was never good at thinking on my feet and after stuttering a few times I gave up… and ran for it. I could hear Klaus’ sigh of annoyance as I disappeared from in front of him and a second had barely passed before I heard him coming after me. I was screwed. I’d been here for less than a minute and I was probably about to get sent back—I was pretty sure Klaus was going to kill me when he caught me. I didn’t know how long I was running for but just as I was about to consider the possibility that Klaus had lost me I was forcibly pulled to a stop. I was pushed into a tree trunk and I groaned when I felt and heard the bones in my skull crack.

‘I do not appreciate it when people waste my time, love.’ He growled, his face a mere inch from mine and I felt my irritation spring up. I used it to push him away from me, ignoring the surprise on his face.

‘Excuse me if I didn’t want my heart ripped out before I could offer you an explanation.’ I huffed, biting my lip in concern—telling him I was from the future would be the easiest explanation, it would explain the clothing anyway. But I couldn’t exactly tell him I’d come back to kill him, could I?’

‘You know, I’ve killed people for looking at me the wrong way,’ he said casually, but his tone was anything but.

‘Yeah I know.’ I rolled my eyes.

‘How would you know? I assume my reputation precedes me?’ he smirked, smug.

‘I know because, I’m from the future.’ I said, my voice portraying confidence I didn’t feel.

‘The future.’ He repeated, his expression blank.

Before I could blink he was right in front of me, his hand gently tilting up my chin so that he could meet my gaze.

‘Where are you from?’ he compelled.

‘The future,’ I said again, cursing myself for not consuming any vervain before I came—when Klaus had left Mystic Falls I had become a little lax with taking it. I made a mental note to find vervain ASAP before shoving him away.

‘I had to make sure you were telling the truth.’ He said, shrugging apologetically, though it was clear he was anything but.

‘So, what are you here for, love?’ He said, that curious glint back in his eyes.

‘I’m here to help you, with the ritual.’ I admitted, that was the only explanation I could think of, but I barely got out my words before his hand was clasped around my throat.

‘Seriously?’ I managed to get out, my voice seeping with irritation.

‘What do you know about the ritual?’ he compelled.

‘I know it’s used to break a curse placed on you by your mother. You need a werewolf, vampire and doppelgänger to sacrifice so you can release your werewolf side.’ I told him robotically; terrified he was going to ask the wrong kind of question.

‘Why did you come here?’ he asked and I groaned at the unfairness of everything.

‘To dagger you and hide your body where it couldn’t be found.’ I had no control over the words spilling out of my mouth.

‘How were you planning to do that? The daggers don’t work on me.’ He snarled, black veins appearing underneath his eyes due to his anger.

I was surprised that he didn’t compel me when he asked the last question. I was even more surprised that he dropped his hold on my throat, allowing air to flow into my lungs with out restriction. Seeing as the cat was officially out of the bag I sighed and lifted up my shirt, revealing the gold dagger I had stashed there.

‘With this—it’s specially made for you.’ I told him, ‘but seeing as you know what I was hoping to do with it, how about we make a trade?’

‘And what could you possibly offer me that I couldn’t just take myself, love?’ he smirked, amused by me trying to negotiate.

‘I’m from the future. I know the ritual you’re about to attempt is going to fail.’ I continued when I noticed his eyes darken, ‘and without my help, it will be another six hundred years before you do break it. I’ll give you the dagger if you let me help you complete the ritual.’

‘And how does helping me complete the ritual help you?’ he clearly didn’t believe my intentions.

‘Because the whole point of me daggering you and putting you somewhere you wouldn’t be found was to stop you from coming to my town in half a millennia and screwing up my life by killing people I care about. If I help you now, there will be no need for you to enter my life and you won’t have to live with your curse for another six hundred years.’ I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

‘How do I know that you’re not lying to me, love?’ He said.

‘You’ll have to trust me.’ I said, throwing him the dagger and cocking my brow in challenge.

He grinned and if I wasn’t mistaken I saw a flicker of admiration in his eyes, ‘very well. You’ll help me complete the ritual and then you can leave.’

‘Great.’ I nodded, but I was still tense. I had told him to trust me, but how was I supposed to trust that he wouldn’t kill me now that he had my only weapon against him?

‘Follow me, you’ll be staying with me and my brother.’ He informed me, he gestured to my left and I gave I’m my best do-you-think-I-was-born-yesterday look, which he apparently didn’t appreciate as he grabbed my arm rather harshly and started to drag me behind him.

‘How long until you do the ritual?’ I asked him after forcibly yanking my arm out of his grip.

‘Two weeks. The doppelgänger will arrive three days before the full moon.’ He informed me, ‘is there anything I need to be aware of?’

‘Not yet.’ I shook my head, knowing the real trouble would start when Katherine got here.

‘What is your name?’ Klaus asked.

‘Evangeline Gilbert.’ I told him, figuring him knowing wouldn’t hurt.

‘And who is it that I hurt so badly that you were willing to come back in time to save them?’ he was curious, but I didn’t understand why.

‘My family.’ I answered, purposely being vague.

‘I was expecting a boyfriend.’ He retorted.

I rolled my eyes, fighting the amused smile that tried to form on my mouth—the truth was since my life had become mainly supernatural drama, I hadn’t exactly been dating like most people my age. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had sex and that was just sad.

I cleared my throat, shaking my head free of my thoughts, ‘well you expected wrong.’

‘Clearly.’ He said dryly.

We stepped out of the woods, without the trees to block it, a beautiful house was revealed. I was in awe of the structure I saw before me; I had seen buildings like it in history books of course, but seeing it in person was incredible. It was hard to describe, but it was definitely a perfect example of medieval architecture. I noticed Klaus observing my reaction but I ignored him and moved to follow him inside, only to hit an invisible barrier.

‘Ugh… Klaus?’ I said, trying not to let annoyance seep into my tone—I didn’t know if he had done this on purpose after all.

‘Yes, love?’ he said. I noticed the amusement in his eyes when he turned around, ‘it appears you’re stuck.’

‘Give the man an award.’ I muttered sarcastically, ‘would you please to tell the compelled human who owns this house to invite me in?’

‘Well since you said please,’ he smirked, ‘Lily!’

An elderly woman joined Klaus in the hall, her eyes were unfocused, the clear indication that she wasn’t in control of her own body.

‘Yes, Lord Klaus?’ she asked robotically.

‘Please invite my friend in,’ he ordered.

‘Come in.’ she said and I offered her a kind smile she couldn’t have registered as I stepped over the threshold.

‘That will be all.’ Klaus said, not sparing the elderly woman a glance; his eyes were on me and the clothes I was wearing.

‘What?’ I asked, my hands on my hips.

‘You can’t wear that.’ His chin gestured to my outfit.

‘Really? I think twenty first century fashion blends in pretty well.’ I said sarcastically.

‘Do all women from your time speak to men so brashly?’ he asked, his brows rising in amusement, ‘I quite like it. Compliance isn’t fun. I like fire in a woman.’

‘Are you trying to seduce me?’ I said bluntly, annoyed when his confident mask didn’t falter.

‘You’re an attractive woman.’ He shrugged as if that was answer enough.

‘I’m not talking about this. Where exactly will I be staying?’ I tried not to snap at him, seeing as he was actually being co-operative.

‘You’ll be staying in my quarters.’ He said, offering me a devilish smirk before turning to lead the way, cutting off my retort.

I followed him, making sure to pay attention to my surroundings so I could find my way there and back without a problem. I noticed all of the artwork on the walls, they seemed to be hand painted and I wondered if Klaus had painted them, or maybe even Elijah. But even as I thought it I dismissed it—Elijah seemed more like a guy who enjoyed reading in silence, Klaus I could easily picture as an artist.

‘Here you are Eva,’ Klaus’ voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I saw him gesturing to a closed door, when I joined him there he pushed it open.

Before I could enter he stopped me with a hand on my arm, gesturing to the room across the hall when I looked into his eyes, ‘I’m across the hall.’

The way he said it was not friendly; he was warning me not to try anything, not to run, because he would be able to hear me if he did. The tone of his voice indicated that the punishment wouldn’t be kind if he caught me doing anything he didn’t like.

I nodded and walked into the room, closing the door behind me—I could have groaned when I saw that there wasn’t a lock. Deciding I wasn’t going to have any privacy while I was here, I turned to look at where I would be living for at least two weeks. Honestly, it was beautiful, in a gothic kind of way but I assumed it was the most luxurious way of living for people in this time. While I appreciated the architecture in books, I wouldn’t want to have my own home styled this way—every piece of wood present was dark, the canopy hanging over the bed matched the walls, sheets and drapes—it was a bloody red. I felt like I was in Christian Grey’s red room of pain, except without the “toys.” I walked over to the closet near to the bed and tentatively opened it, only to find it empty but I just shrugged—I didn’t like the idea of wearing something Klaus got for me anyway.

But I couldn’t go out looking like this without drawing attention and I needed to feed. I could go into town—however far away it was—and get some culturally appropriate clothes and potentially find someone to feed on, if I could find the nerve. I had never fed from the vein before and I didn’t know if I wanted to test my control where there was no one near who I trusted to stop me if I went too far. But I would have to; I couldn’t afford to become weak around Klaus, or Elijah for that matter. He may be noble, but during this time, his loyalty lay with his brother.

Having made my decision I turned and headed out of the room, silently making my way downstairs. It was time to see more of the fifteenth century.

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Chapter 67

It was afternoon, Rebekah was awake, the guys now all knew about the girls talk so the girls promise to not give so many details to her friends about them and they were all now in the Mikaelson movie theater watching a movie.

Caroline was dressed with a top, training pants and a hoodie, with her hair out with the use of only a brush, without any makeup, just to help Klaus not be so attracted to Caroline, but that didn't do anything, Klaus kept being drawn to her. Her beauty didn't seem to be possible to hide, specially in his eyes.

Klaus kissed Caroline and made her move to seat on his lap, while they kissed.

"Love... you're so beautiful... you can't make yourself not be noticeable."

"Nik..." she moaned in a whisper and they kissed passionately. "I should go and... get more popcorn."

Klaus followed Caroline to the kitchen and kissed her passionately. They made rules but they seem to not be able to control themselves when they were around each other. Caroline wrapped her legs around Klaus's waist while they kissed and he took off her hoodie, throwing it to the ground.

"No! Not in the kitchen. This is a place to eat not to have intercourses." Elijah said.

"Sorry, Elijah." Caroline whispered and quickly put on her hoodie.

"You shouldn't even be so close. This ritual is powerful and once starts, it's complicated to not make the mates complete the ritual."

"If you could be with Caroline, you wouldn't even think twice." Klaus said.

"Why would I go for Elijah when I have you right here?" Caroline said, making Klaus smirk and kiss her.

Elijah grabbed a spray that contained water and he used for gardening but this time he used them on them.

"What the bloody hell?"

"You two need to stop being like bunnies in heat."

"Says the guy who had sex in the woods, where anyone can appear and caught him doing the nasty." Caroline said.

"Would you like some aloe vera? Cause you just got burned!" Klaus said then he said to himself. "I really need to stop spending so much time with Kol."

"Don't take personally. I'm just looking out for you." Elijah said calmly.

"We know. Sorry." Caroline said with an apologetic look.

***

After the movie was over, the girls went shopping to help April buy an outfit for her date with Kol that was just days away from happening.

"Maybe I should cancel the date." April said and the girls gave her a look.

"April, we will find the perfect outfit for you and in a few days, you'll be telling us how amazing your date with Kol was, while I'll try to not throw up." Rebekah said, making them chuckle.

"Yeah. We get that it's hard but if we don't take a chance, we can miss out on something great. I mean, I could never know how happy I could be if I hadn't take a chance on being with Elijah, Caroline would probably be sexually frustrated if she wouldn't get together with Klaus."

"That's very true. Even if we only did it once... and I'm already wanting more... sorry, I'm getting off topic. What I meant was if I hadn't gave a chance to Klaus, I would be missing out on this amazing relationship we have and I would probably still be sad and feeling sorry for myself... Klaus makes me so happy and he is the only one who truly is able to make me feel special and loved." Caroline said.

"Yeah! Same with me and Damon. He can be a total jerk, but I gave him a chance and I couldn't be happier." Bonnie said.

"Okay. I'll go on the date..."

"Great! I'll want to know all the details later." Caroline said with a smile, making April blush.

***

Klaus went to the woods and shifted into a wolf, letting himself be alone in the middle of the trees with only his thoughts and his connection with nature because of his wolf part.

He started to walk faster and faster, quickly finding himself running around, feeling this freedom that he was only able to feel when he was a wolf. Suddenly he heard a click and felt pain in his leg, making him look down and see that his leg was stuck and wounded by an animal trap, which he found odd because he never seen things like this in Mystic Falls before. Klaus couldn't help but howl in pain.

***

The girls were now in the bathroom of the mall talking while Elena washed her hands but quickly took her hands out of the water, while taking a step back.

"Is everything okay?" Bonnie asked.

"No. There's something in the water. They put vervain on the water." Elena said, making the girls look shocked at her.

"How is that possible?" Rebekah asked upset.

"I'm going to call my dad." April said because her father was not only the pastor but also the leader of the Founder's Council, which made him very important and well connected in Mystic Falls.

"I'm gonna call my mom." Caroline said, getting her phone from her pocket.

"I'm gonna see what my dad knows too." Bonnie said.

After the girls hung up the phone, they knew that what they were suspicious about was what was happening.

"So...?" Rebekah asked, hating the suspense.

"They decided to put vervain on the water supply of Mystic Falls." April said.

"Apparently, it was important to do that to ensure the safety of the people of Mystic Falls." Bonnie said, making Caroline roll her eyes.

"Yeah... But my mom also said that we should be careful because there might be another reason for this."

"What?" April asked.

"To find vampires and kill them." Caroline whispered.

"What?!" Rebekah said now angry.

"I'm sure they won't hurt you guys. You drink from blood bags. You don't kill people." April said to try to lift their spirits.

"Just think about it. They put vervain on the water without warning, making them put vampires and hybrids feel burn in their throats whenever they drink water or coffee... and be burned once they get a shower. Once they see who's being more sensitive, they know who in fact is a vampire and they might kill us." Caroline said.

"I'm gonna call Damon." Bonnie said, concerned with him.

"I'm gonna call Stefan." Rebekah said now worried too.

"I am going to see if I can change my dad's mind and maybe make him convince whoever did this to stop." April said, leaving along with Bonnie and Rebekah.

"Klaus!" Caroline suddenly said.

"What?" Elena asked confused.

"Nothing. I just... I think there might be something wrong with..." Caroline was about to say and then heard a howl that made her feel the need to go see from who came from. "Someone's in danger."

"What? Who?"

"I don't know. But that howl didn't sounded good." Caroline said.

"What howl?"

"You didn't heard it?" Caroline asked in disbelief, making her then worry even more that it was Klaus in danger and she felt and heard it because of him marking her and them going through the mating season. "I gotta go."

to be continued...

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ashleighxx · 7 years

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Klarolinemashup Day Three

Sunday16th|TropeMashupPrompt|MythicalCreatures+CoffeeshopAU

She was deep into her favorite book, coffee machines and people chattering as background noise as she was consumed by the story yet again, and she never tired of the feeling she got when she submerged herself into a new world, lived a different life from someone else's eyes.

"Your kind are hard to come by." A deep, accented voice brought her out of her reverie. She glanced up from her book that was sat in front of her next to her latte and saw a handsome man. He had stubble which helped emphasise his jawline a bit, short, curly, brown hair and bright blue eyes. Very handsome indeed. He exuded charm, bravado and power underneath the good looking exterior, her inner demon was itching to come out and play. Can tell how powerful he was, can tell how more powerful he could be too. Her demon smiled in delight. "And yours is fun to play with." "I'm glad you think so, maybe you can help me out with a tiny problem?" He leaned forward into her personal space, his scent of woods and whisky and age travelled to her, she nestled purred in delight. "What kind of problem?" She raised her eyebrow in question, trying to tame herself, rein her claws and teeth that itches to sink into his skin. "One that requires your unusual tactics. Come by place tomorrow," he passed her a business card with and address and number on, "we can have a chat in private if you're interested." And with that he stood up from his chair and walked out of the coffee shop. Glancing at his card she spotted his name. Klaus Mikaelson. His kind was so much fun indeed. Especially a family of Original vampires.

Caroline walked up the pathway leading her to a massive mansion. The architecture of the place was simply stunning and was highlighted with the off-white limestone paint. She stood in front of the huge door way, two large marble pillars at either side of her, she knocked the door quietly knowing she would be heard. "Well hello there, darling. What can I do for you?" The young, dark haired, roughing looking man greeted her. A seductive smile graced his face but his eyes were all predatory. A gust of wind drew her attention behind him where Klaus appeared. "Come in, love. Ignore my brother Kol here would you, he knows no manners." Stepping into the house she was awestruck by the beauty of the interior. No matter how long she had lived her life, she still loved seeing the beauty in the world, was still shocked by the wonderful sight of it all. Caroline turned back to see Klaus gazing at her with a pleased smiled, and he should. "So you're the succubus." Kol concluded before his features lit with glee and mischievous. "You have got to do me! Glamour me, put me in a trance!" He practically jumped around like he was a child wanting treats, a dog wanting it's chew toy. Caroline looked at Klaus to see if his brother was insane or dead serious in his request and the hybrid shrugged his shoulders a little, giving her the choice to use her power on him or not. She looked into the younger originals eyes and felt her power prickle beneath the skin, smiling seductively she touched his shoulder as she walked passed, leaving him to sand where he was, stuck until his visions were over. "Follow me."

The hybrid led her into his study slash studio. The large room was split in two, on the left was an easel and paints decorated around a table, canvases strewn across the side wall and sketch book upon sketch book stacked on a side table too. She was surprised that the art studio was as organised as an artist could be. She's seen her fair share of them over the centuries. The right side of the room had floor to ceiling height bookcases, lined up with ancients rolls of parchment and books. A large wooden desk was sat in front of the bookcases and a chair in between them, facing his art studio. In the middle of the room sat two sofas opposite each other and a table in between. Decanters of blood and alcohol inside them. "Please sit." Klaus nudged her further into the room and he walked around her to gather some crystal glasses, sitting on a sofa while he poured the brown liquid into them. "So how did you know what I am? Only a few know my kind exists, never mind actually finding us." Caroline asked him. It was true though, not many people seemed to find her species out, even witches claimed they were myth and that only vampires and werewolves existed. "Let's just say my brother Kol is on good terms with a friend of yours, Lorenzo?" She nodded, thinking of ways she's gonna kill him if this goes wrong. "Well he told us if your location as you were closer to us than him. He also said you wouldn't mind as you'll enjoy playing." Caroline took a deep gulp of her whisky as Klaus leaned back in his chair, confident that she would help. He had a tiny gleam in his eyes, excitement. Hers probably matched his, she did enjoy having fun. "What is it you wish for me to do?" "What is it you can do?" Klaus challenged her, not many that did know of her existence knew the power she held and how she weaved it. It's how they liked it. "Don't you worry about that, what do you need done?" She challenged. "There's a precious stone that I need to retrieve, but I cannot procure an invite to the house. The town of Mystic Falls are aware of vampires and their weaknesses due to a council of founding families. The whole town aren't aware but just enough to get messy when I need to do a bit of light thievery and murder you know?" He paused sipping on his drink before he carried on. "The moonstone I need back is in the mayor's house, somewhere. There is also a teeny glitch called the Salvatore brothers. Both vampires and harbouring my doppelgänger." Caroline was deep in thought planning, seeing what powers would be needed and what not. Humans are easy, they don't really question much. Vampires, though fun to play with, may be able to tell if she put them in a trance depending on how old they are.

“So why don't you just kill them all in a horrific town meeting then take the doppelgänger?”

“My brother, Elijah, made me a deal unfortunately. If I was to spare his deceitful doppelgänger who escaped my last ritual and promised not to kill anyone next time round, then he and his whore would help me by keeping an eye on her family lineage, let me know when a new doppelgänger popped up and stay out of the way.”

A few hours later, a few more drinks later, Caroline and Klaus had finally mapped out a plan and a contingency plan and a further few more ideas if anything should go wrong. But she was confident in getting the job done the first time. Klaus was doubting as he didn't know of her abilities and he also didn't want the ritual to go wrong.

Suddenly the doors barged open, Kol standing in a slight gaze, looking at her in awe with a huge smile on his face. "Oh my God. That. That was amazing! Wow. Nik, you need a go of that.." He thrummed in excitement. "Thank you." And with that he flashed back out.

"What did you make him see? When he was in that trance?" Klaus asked her, still curious of her powers. She didn't mind answering this though as she didn't know herself. "When I put people in that trance like state of mind, it shows the person their desires. It could be money, power, sex. It differs person to person. Once in that trance I could see what they are seeing, use that information to seduce them into plans and schemes or I could choose not to see their desires and still feed on the power they produce from the trance." "So that's one of your powers?" "And that's all you're getting to know of them." She pointed her finger at him sternly. . It only took Caroline an evening to do her tasks, like she told the hybrid, so she waited until the night before the full moon. She made sure he had his witch waiting for the ritual. She was in the Grille for her unsuspected target, son of the mayor, Tyler. He was so into her all evening that she didn't need to seduce him with her powers before he invited her home. Luckily enough for both of them, he passed out in bed from all the alcohol he drank. Waiting until she could hear his parents sleeping she cast her powers over them that made sure they slept, giving her plenty of time to find the moonstone in the location Tyler drunkenly slipped out. The house only had one safe. After Caroline pocketed the moonstone, she made her way over to the Salvatore boarding house. The eldest brother and the school teacher, from the notes and research Klaus told her of, sat by the fire drinking, brooding. From the power she absorbed from the Lockwood's, she felt it prickle under her skin, itching to get out. She focused her power as she let it loose and she knocked the pair out before casting them into a sleep. Just one more house to visit tonight then she had work to do tomorrow to keep them distracted. The Gilbert house, just three humans and a vampire staying in the house. Perfect. It was nearly sunrise so the occupants were already asleep, making her job so much easier. The aunt and brother were the easy targets, but the vampire had to be done first in case he woke up and spotted her. Once the three were under her spell she woke the brunette doppelgänger up, her eyes lit in fear and confusion as Caroline's eyes turn silver whispering seductive commands for her to calm down and follow, into her car and back to her hotel where Klaus waited for her.

He smiled gratefully as he took the moonstone and the Gilbert girl away, leaving her to get some much needed rest and a shower.

The next day she spent all day trapping them inside the grille unknowingly under her spell before she made her way to the woods to watch Klaus' ritual. Watching him slaughter three innocents before he fell to the floor, blood dripping down him, bones cracking and golden eyes. Breathtaking. . Caroline spent three days pacing her hotel room nervously, constantly checking her phone for any signs of him being alive. She wasn't used to feeling this anxious before, this need to know if someone is safe. But she had and she needed to know. So she grabbed her bag and made her way to the front door, surprised at opening it to reveal the hybrid in question, looking very much alive. Looking very, very attractive. Wearing his dark grey henley, black jeans that fitted his rear perfectly, black combat boots and his array of necklaces. Bringing her eyes to his face hoping she wasn't caught practically drooling, she brought herself back down to her mask of boredom and nonchalance. "Finally going to take me up on that trance offer?" He walked in without taking his eyes off her and closed the door after him, "You could try if you want." Frowning, Caroline brought her power from deep within her, felt it being cast over Klaus but it didn't click, didn't sink into his body but instead drew back into her. "It didn't work." "Performance issues." He joked as he walked towards her, making her step back unconsciously. "That's never happened before." She was still staring back into his eyes as she felt the wall hit her back all of a sudden, Klaus standing in front of her, gazing, searching. "Why didn't it work?" She questioned herself more than him, but he answered anyway. "Because I don't want a little fantasy, Caroline. I want the real thing." His voice came out husky as he positioned himself, hitching her right leg over his hip and drawing his hand on her bare thigh as her dress moved. "The real thing?" She gulped in anticipation, blood pumping with arousal. "And what real thing do you want?" She spoke breathlessly. His other hand came up and cradled her face, both thumbs moving in circles, in sync with each other over her soft skin. He tilted her face up towards his more as he closed the gap between them. Both smiling as their eyes flicked to the others lips and back to each other's eyes. "You." He barely managed to get the words out before his mouth finally reached hers, her hands coming up to cling on to the back of his neck, grabbing into his curls as she deepened the kiss.

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