A Halloween Drabble for sheisquitelovely
“I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.”
Klaus threw back the last of the bourbon in his glass and snapped his fingers at the waitress he’d compelled earlier in the evening, summoning her to his side.
“More spirits, sir?” she asked, taking his glass in her hands and waiting expectantly for his answer.
“No,” he replied gruffly, shifting in his chair.
“Another drink then, sir?” she added, sweeping her long mahogany locks to the side and offering up her neck with the tilt of her head, multiple bite marks trailing along her skin and indicating the location of her jugular.
“No, now leave me...” Klaus barked, catching her eye and letting his pupils dilate to reinforce his command and the girl turned and strode off purposefully with a blank stare.
“Niklaus, you cannot just sit here sulking at your own party.”
“Your party, brother,” Klaus replied, not bothering to look in the direction his older brother’s voice had come from and staring off into the throngs of supernaturals dancing on floor in front of them.
“Pardon me for attempting to lighten the mood after all the trouble we’ve been through as of late...” Elijah replied, sniffing and straightening his perfectly knotted tie.
“Don’t you have a postpartum hybrid to attend to?” Klaus added gruffly and he could heard Elijah sigh.
“You know I’d actually been under the impression that new life would’ve been just what this family had needed: a fresh start, a ‘do-over’ as they say. I should’ve known you were the same self-loathing, sorry sod you’ve always been.” The eldest Mikaelson swept past his brother and made his way through the throngs of supernatural party-goers to make his rounds as host as Klaus huffed after him.
“I wasn’t a sod with...” Klaus began to think to himself, but the moment that golden hair, radiant azure eyes and dazzling smile came to mind, he pushed the memories back into the furthest reaches of his mind. He always found that easiest, pushing away feelings and memories; although he couldn’t help the few lonely nights his mind had wandered, remembering a certain encounter in the woods. And just as Klaus was ready to “sulk off,” as his brother would say, to his study to be alone, he saw her.
“How long is forever?” Alice asked.
“Sometimes, just one second,” the White Rabbit said.
Golden hair pinned up into an elegant twist with two strands framing her face in soft waves, radiant azure eyes dancing under artful, long lashes and a dazzling smile between two lips painted blood red. Her head was thrown back in a laugh, her graceful, exposed neck captivating his gaze and he raked her form, her choice of attire leaving little to the imagination. Her outfit was appropriate enough for the semi-formal party his elder brother had assembled, but the expanse of skin she displayed with her small black silk bustier top triggered his memories of her in the woods that day.
He rose and made his way to her, drawn like a moth to a flame, but the crowd parted and he slowly came to a stop in front of her. Her attention wasn’t distracted from the men surrounding her that had been captivated just as Klaus had, their faces never straying from the gorgeous blonde’s face.
“But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad."
"How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.”
“What are you doing here?” he said, a little harsher than he’d meant to, the jealousy he felt with her being surrounded by other men influencing his delivery.
“Oh, hey there, Klausy,” she said, turning to him for the first time, but Klaus didn’t miss how she avoided looking him directly in the eye before turning back to her captive audience. “I was just telling Benjamin here that the professional wrestler he took down in Ukraine has nothing on that big, scary biker I took down in Atlanta as I made my way down I-85.”
Her casual demeanor and voice shocked Klaus, she spoke to him casually in front of these supernatural beings as if he were just another partygoer and not the most feared and powerful being in the whole of New Orleans. He glanced down at the glass in her hand that she waved emphatically as she continued entertaining the men with stories of her travel to the French Quarter and while he could smell the distinct and strong alcohol from the glass, he smelt something else even more shocking.
“Excuse us just a moment, won’t you, gentlemen?” Klaus said with a slight sneer, the frightfully challenging look in his eye offsetting the pleasantness of his tone, knowing that no one at the party dare cross him---save for one.
He placed his hand at the small of her back and guided her to the edge of the dance floor, her willing and compliant accompaniment not the only thing that shocked him.
“Since when do you openly and unabashedly imbibe in public?”
“Please, I’ve only had three or four,” she scoffed with a roll of her eyes, taking another large sip from her glass.
“I’m talking about the sanguine nature of your drink,” he said, his eyes darkening as he finally succeeded at forcing her eyes to lock with his. She gave him a knowing smirk as she took another, more careful and deliberate sip of her drink, the red tinted liquid lingering on her equally crimson lips. She slowly dragged her pink tongue across her lips, catching any remaining liquid and drinking it in.
“Well I am a vampire,” she purred, her free hand finding its way to his tie and fiddling with it absently, “And I’d be a fool not to imbibe in the more delicious beverages offered at your little All Hallow’s Eve shindig...”
“It’s not mine, it’s Elijah’s,” Klaus clarified, and quickly added, “and you still haven’t answered my question.”
“My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place.
And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that.”
“Mystic Falls has gotten a little too dramatic for my tastes,” she replied, her eyes finally straying from his for the first time and going back to the throngs of beings assembled in the Mikaelson’s ballroom. She slowly moved in place before turning as if she were going to move away from him, “I decided it was time for me to take a much needed and long awaited vacation, and I’ve never been to the French Quarter before, so...”
“Caroline,” Klaus said with his voice raised as he took a firm hold of her arm, keeping her where she was and forcing her to look him in the eye again. She gazed back into his questioning blues before her lips turned up into a graceful albeit devious grin.
“That’s the first time you’ve said my name...”
“Because I’m questioning if I actually know you or not...” Klaus replied, and Caroline gazed back at him, her face revealing no emotion. “The Caroline Forbes that I knew that hailed from Mystic Falls abhorred the notion of consuming blood and would never have openly consumed it in public, especially mixed with hard liquor. The Caroline Forbes I knew felt earth shattering guilt over taking the lives of twelve people, even when it was to save her ‘best friend’ Bonnie so she’d never even dream of killing a biker in cold blood along a highway out in the open--”
“The ‘Caroline Forbes you knew’ had had enough of loss and rejection,” Caroline interrupted Klaus even though she didn’t remove herself from his firm grip. “The ‘Caroline Forbes you knew’ lost her best friend again with no hopes of ever seeing her again what with a crumbling and now nonexistent Other Side. The ‘Caroline Forbes you knew’ lost her other best friend Elena to crippling grief over losing her boyfriend Damon, the sadist that had abused her repeatedly as a human.
The ‘Caroline Forbes you knew’ had had her heart stomped on by someone she’d considered perhaps her closest friend that she’d been there for through thick and thin. The ‘Caroline Forbes you knew’ lost the boy that had been her ‘first love’ as you called him, and the ‘Caroline Forbes you knew’ finally had enough.”
“If you don’t know where you are going any road can take you there.”
Klaus gazed at her throughout her passionate speech that lacked any real emotion behind the delivery of her words and he realized.
“You’ve switched off your humanity,” he murmured, studying her face and realizing his suspicions had been correct and he cursed himself for not realizing it immediately.
“Yep,” Caroline said, her lips popping on the end of the word as she waved over a waiter that already had a new drink ready for her. “And with that pesky little switch in the off position, I can let my bad girl flag wave, and let me tell you... it tastes so good.”
“But this isn’t you, love...” Klaus began to argue but Caroline laughed him off.
“And knocking up the little neck-breaking, betraying wereslut is so you?” She replied with a quirk of her eyebrow. When Klaus answered her with silence, Caroline continued, “Please, news about your ‘magical, miracle baby’ reached even Mystic Falls. Just one more thing to add to my list of things that are the bane of my existence. But who cares? It’s not like you were cheating on me. We’ve never really been together...” Caroline carefully maneuvered out of his grip and strolled casually through the ballroom, knowing he’d follow her. “Although it was kinda funny that you had no problem keeping that info from me and screwing me in the woods...”
“I never meant to hurt you, Caroline, you must know that...”
“Oh I know. Once you bite a girl and let her knock on death’s door before you save her and assure her that ‘you’ll never hurt her’ again, there’s little you can do to hurt her...” She replied nonchalantly. “So like I said, ‘Who cares?’”
“I do. I care. I always have, you know that, Caroline,” Klaus said forcefully. “I cared enough to leave and never come back, just as I promised I would, as you made me promise I would.” She shocked him again for the millionth time with a wry laugh.
“Figures every guy I ask to stay leaves, and the only one to follow my instructions is the one I order to leave..” she laughed to herself before pausing and turning back to Klaus. ”Well c'est la vie, or whatever the phrase is. I’ve been the good little baby vampire for too long and now I’m ready to have some fun. At least I wore a costume... who doesn’t wear a costume to their own party?” she added, tugging on Klaus’s lapel teasingly.
“Again, not my party, sweetheart,” Klaus couldn’t help but smirk as he looked away, glancing around at the other party goers and taking in their obvious yet elegant accessories that informed as to what they were dressing up as for the party. He brought his gaze back to hers, his eyes trailing up from her black Louboutins, all the way up her long legs encased in black stockings, her pencil skirt and black bustier that made her decolletage more bewitching than it had ever been. A cluster necklace of multi-stranded pearls hung around her neck and rested atop her bosom, a matching bracelet on the wrist closest to the glass of spirits and blood. “What are you supposed to be?”
“The Queen of Hearts...” she replied with a smile before jabbing a finger towards the top of her head where a small gold crown rested. “Duh!”
“I see,” Klaus chuckled, his dimples showing as he finally made the connection between her pencil skirt with red hearts and her crown. “Ever the clever Caroline I once knew. Rip any hearts out yet, your Majesty?”
“Not yet,” she murmured, her eyes travelling back out to the dance floor as she nonchalantly added, “I was hoping somebody’d rip my clothes off before I’d rip out some hearts.” Her eyes flitted back to his, her grin telling as she watched his become dark and carnal.
“I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir,” said Alice, “Because I'm not myself you see.”
“Not like this, love,” he murmured under his voice, making sure it only carried as far as the flaxen temptress before him.
“What? Because my I’ve flipped the switch?” She asked, her eyes searching his, before she smiled at him deviously. “Don’t think of it like I’ve switched off my humanity; think of it as me finally and wholeheartedly embracing--oh what was it you called it? Oh yeah--the ‘allure of darkness’...” Klaus remained silent and stock still, refusing to encourage Caroline’s cajoling; that is, until she closed the distance between them, her lower abdomen lightly but purposefully grazing his groin, eliciting a guttural growl from the thousand year old hybrid.
“Caroline,” he said, her name a warning on his lips, but Caroline removed one finger from around her glass and pressed it to his lips, the damp condensation from the glass wetting his lips. Her eyes were locked on his as she leaned in closer.
“Just a few pieces of fabric and then I’ll just be in my stockings...” She whispered, her free hand trailing down from his tie down his torso and to his pressed trousers, “...and nothing else.”
“In another moment down went Alice after it,
never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.”
Hands grabbing, voices moaning, breaths gasping. It had all become a blur to Klaus and if he’d found Caroline intoxicating that day in the woods, she was irresistible now.
Either he had dragged her away from the party or she’d pushed him out of the party―although there was the very strong and likely chance that both had taken place. It was moot point as Klaus’s jacket, shirt and tie were discarded on the floor of the library, as was Caroline’s shredded silk bustier.
He kissed her soundly as his hands palmed her breasts, Caroline moaning wantonly as his rough artist’s hands swept over her soft, sensitive skin. Her hands went to make quick work of her skirt, but with the creak from an adjacent room, Klaus decided that he was unwilling to share his blonde goddess with anyone else’s prying eyes and he grabbed her into his arms and sped them away.
Caroline had been too consumed with practically biting off Klaus’s ear to notice their location change, but once Klaus had set her down, she opened her eyes and got her bearings down. They were in some sort of private study, the only books in it all historical texts or about the great artists of the world over, and various sketchpads and charcoal on tables around the room.
“This is your study?” Caroline asked, turning back to Klaus, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, and Klaus nodded, his hands ghosting along her torso as he drank in the sight of her breasts. She turned away from him and casually sauntered over to a small mahogany table that held a few crystal glasses and a decanter of brandy in it, shadows dancing along her form from the low lit gaslights and fireplace.
“The artist’s fortress of solitude...” she murmured more to herself as she opened the decanter, poured herself a drink and took a sip of the aged liquor. “The man leaves Mystic Falls to come to New Orleans with his family and he locks himself away in dark room to be by himself, nothing but his memories to keep him company...”
“It was much pleasanter at home," thought poor Alice.
"I almost wish I hadn't gone down the rabbit-hole--and yet--and yet...”
She gasped as Klaus’s arms wrapped themselves around her torso, his skin sliding along hers and teasing her as his lips met her ear.
“Not all the memories are lonesome...” He murmured, one hand slowly moving to titillate her breast as the other slowly made its way down to the side zipper of her heart pencil skirt. “One memory has been haunting me the most, of a clandestine meeting in the woods with an exquisite young woman, her beauty unsurpassed by any being I’ve ever known with an equally unsurpassed voracity...”
Once the zipper stopped, the skirt pooled around her feet and she realized that he was equally bare as she felt his hardness press against her lower back. “Her eyes danced around my face before she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine, and once I saw her jubilant, and welcoming smile, I had her against a tree and her hands rid me of my clothes nearly as fast as mine rid her of hers.”
“And then you took her?” Caroline gasped, her hand falling and placing her glass back on the table before she pushed back so that her body was flush against his, her bottom pressing against his hardened cock, and Klaus took hold of her hips and with one quick motion, entered her.
“And then I took her,” he replied, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips as Caroline moaned, her back arching as he filled her and she accustomed herself to his size within her.
“Was it fast?” Caroline breathed, her hands gripping the table as she rolled her hips against his, urging him on and Klaus held fast to her hips and began to move in and out of her in a steady rhythm.
“The first time it was. She wrapped her legs around me and I drove into her hard and fast, her bare back scraping against the rough tree bark,” Klaus growled, the back in question arching in front of him erotically as its owner held fast to the side table. “I remember the way her breath sounded, catching in her throat as I buried myself deep inside her over and over and over again. The way her wild, sunkissed locks flew freely around her face.”
Caroline felt her hair suddenly fall around her back and shoulders as Klaus freed it from her perfectly pinned coif and soon his fingers were knotted in her wavy hair as he continued his nostalgic monologue.
“I wanted to bury my hands in that lustrous mane of hers that always smelled of sunshine and goodness, but I was too afraid she’d run away from me as she always did; so I kept her there, pinned to the tree, and had my way with her, my manhood reaching the furthest depths of her over and over again..”
Caroline moaned both at the memory he was recounting and the feeling of Klaus driving into her again and again while his hand gently but securely knotted in her now wild mane, pulling her back towards him over and over until she came undone against him. As the waves of pleasure washed over her, her body fell lower and lower, her head nearly resting on her hand against the table, and Klaus took the opportunity slide his hands down her stocking encased legs and hoist her up.
He sped them over to the lounge sofa where he spun her around and pressed himself into her again, but she took him by surprise with a sudden burst of energy and flipped them so that she was on top. She surprised him yet again by twisting in his arms and impaling herself on him again with him seated, her hands out and holding onto whatever part of the furniture she could for leverage. She towered over him a bit, still wearing her sky high Louboutins, but Klaus dare not ask her to remove them and lose the sight of her sexy calves flexing as she rose and fell over top of him again and again.
He leaned in an attempt to see her face, but each time Caroline would turn her face away although her pace never faltered. He realized she was intentionally keeping her face from his but the feeling of her silky warmth around him kept him where he was and had him hold fast to her delicious curves as she moved atop him. Once he himself felt close, he wrapped his hand around her hip to seek out her bundle of nerves, and with a few quick caresses, she fell just as he did, her warm core tightening around him and milking his own release from him.
She eventually slowed to a stop and sat astride him, her hands resting on his knees and leaning forward as she caught her breath. She smirked as she felt his hands and lips ghosting up her bare back, a light sheen of sweat covering both of them from their romp. He pulled her back against him to press kisses to the base of her neck and soon they were horizontal as he spooned her, a thin throw blanket covering them partially. Klaus continued to recount his memories of their past encounters, both erotic and innocent, as they lay together gazing at the crackling logs in the restored fireplace. Caroline, however, remained silent, her gaze never leaving the embers as her eyes slowly slid closed and sleep overcame her.
“If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.”
Sunlight streaming in through the lone window in the room danced across Caroline’s eyelids and woke her that morning, her brow furrowing as she regained consciousness from the sound, dreamless sleep that had consumed her. She sat up slowly, both the blanket and arm that had been draped across her torso falling away as she yawned and stretched, the form behind her still fast asleep on the couch.
She crossed to the opposite side of the room and retrieved her skirt, pulling it up and zipping the side up again. She glanced around and grabbed a sweater that was draped over the back of a chair at a desk along the wall, both her and Klaus’s shirts somewhere in the library downstairs. She pushed her arms through the sleeves and wrapped it around her body, Klaus’s scent lightly tickling her senses and she padded out of the study in her stocking feet. She snorted, recognizing in herself how she normally would’ve felt some sort of girly sense of excitement, wearing the clothing of the man she just bedded, but didn’t feel a thing. Turning off her humanity had been unbelievably liberating, but it had also felt unexpectedly empty.
““I have seen so many extraordinary things, nothing seems extraordinary anymore.”
She peeked her head out of the study door into the hallway, and when she focused and used her heightened hearing to confirm the coast was clear, she strolled out and began meandering about, curious to see what she could find without Klaus’s direction. A few empty rooms, some with Klaus’s scent, some with Elijah’s and some with the Wereslut’s, and finally the door at the end of the hallway was before Caroline and the knob was twisting in her hand. She took two steps in and froze at what lay within; her.
Her face reflected back at her in a myriad different mediums from oils to watercolors to charcoal sketches. Her at school, her at the Mikaelson’s ball, her at the Decade Dance, her in her prom dress, her at graduation in her cap and gown, her in the woods that day and her in a thousand other imagined scenarios. She wandered around the room, her hands tucked underneath her arms and buried in Klaus’s sweater, and she kept herself from lingering too long at any one piece for fear of past memories and feelings overwhelming her. She’d resolved herself to leave and pretend that she hadn’t seen Klaus’s “Caroline room,” but as she turned, something caught her eye and stopped her dead in her tracks.
“Impossible,” she whispered as she tentatively approached one small sketch, one she’d never thought she’d see again. The piece of parchment was mounted onto a black matte backing that rested on top of the frame that it was no doubt meant to live within, and her fingers traced the fine lines that were barely visible. To the naked eye, most likely a human eye, the picture looked whole and pristine; but to Caroline’s eye with her superhuman sight and distinct memory of what it had looked like once she’d destroyed it, she could see the faint lines of where the parchment had been cut but pieced back together and glued carefully to fuse the parchment together again.
“You can thank the great Katerina Petrova,” Klaus’s voice suddenly came from behind her, but Caroline neither turned towards him nor did she acknowledge his presence. “Her parting gift to me, to remind me that everyone who knew me hated me. I’ll admit, I was a little puzzled when I received the envelope from her, and even more shocked once I saw it’s contents. How did she get the drawing I gave you? Why did she destroy it? But I realized if she had destroyed it, she would’ve sent me the ashes. Katerina always had a flair for the dramatic and fire is far more final than a man-made machine tearing it apart into the finest of pieces.
But that’s when I realized that had been your intention all along: to destroy, not obliterate. If you were gone, you would’ve burned it to a crisp and eliminated any trace of its existence. But you were hurt...” Klaus saw Caroline twitch slightly at the word, but he continued his slow advance towards her.
“You're not the same as you were before," he said.
“You were much more... muchier... you've lost your muchness.”
“I knew, just like I did that day in the woods, that you do what you want and when you want. I gave you an ultimatum but that gave you the ability to act on what you’d always wanted to do. So I had to fix your picture... You’d come for it when you wanted it... When you wanted me.”
Klaus paused, less than a foot away from her, and waited for her to respond. They stood in silence and Klaus resisted the urge he had to hold her or turn her around and demand some sort of response. Just when he thought he was going to be driven mad by her silence and was ready to grab her, he heard the choked sob. Caroline’s stiff form suddenly turned to face him and Klaus saw her already sleep smudged make up running down her face. Her eyes were still averted from his, but eventually her emotional, tearfilled eyes met his.
“Klaus...” she sobbed, her voice shaking and full of sorrow. Klaus rushed to her, taking her face in his hands and pressing his forehead to hers. Caroline’s hands flew to cover his as she continued to sob, her eyes tightly pressed together.
“I’m here, love. Whatever you want, whatever you need,” he cooed soothingly as he rubbed his thumbs against her cheeks. Her response nearly elicited a sob from Klaus himself.
Happy Halloween, sheisquitelovely!
Hopefully you liked your Klaroline treat!
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