Happy REALLY late bday, candisaccola!
WARNING: Contains smut, dubcon, compulsion used questionably. Oh, and spanking.
Caroline was released from his compulsion once she entered his room, eyes blinking from the flood of returning free will. Letting her gaze roam across the area, her stare settled onto Klaus’s face once she was aware of where she was, and what he had done. With the veneer of forced obedience broken, the acquiescent expression on her face crumbled, replaced by furious intent.
Fixing a steely expression on his face, he regarded her coldly, letting her know she had need to be frightened if she didn’t watch her actions. She scoffed at his audacity.
“You compelled me,” She said angrily, clenching her fists. He decided to indulge her, quirking his brow at her comment before allowing her to continue with her tirade. “I’m not yours to control, Klaus. Just because I say something you don’t like doesn’t mean you have the right to compel me.”
“Now come on, love. We both know that’s not true.” Stepping forward, he closed the small distance between them, pressing his arousal into her back. “I have let you escape with your life tonight numerous times. But tempting me to retaliate with your words is foolish. I could very well end you right here.” Letting his finger trail down the curve of her hip, his other hand swiftly went to unzip the dress he had bought her, her protests silenced by his next words.
“Do be quiet, Caroline. I would hate to have to kill any unfortunate soul who roams unto us.” With that he pushed the dress down and Caroline gasped as he let his hands wander to her breasts, ripping her bra off before cupping each.
Of course. Of course Caroline would be the last out of the trio to get married. Now normally, Caroline didn’t consider herself shallow. Well- not anymore, not really- but seriously it was totally typical that she would be the last one picked.
She was happy for them, of course. Ecstatic. Bursting with happiness.
Okay, maybe not so much. Sighing, Caroline mulled about in her house, deflated from the wedding she had just returned from. Bonnie had been the blushing bride to Jeremy’s bashful groom. It was all sweet and tasteful- she had been a bridesmaid- and she couldn’t help but swallow her protests and bitterness. While she was returning home to an empty house, Elena was going home to Stefan. Bonnie was going on her honeymoon with Jeremy. And what did she get to look forward to?
Roses from her stupid stalker.
Letting out a cry of frustration at the red roses on her doorstep, she picked them up reluctantly after taking the keys from her purse out and opening the door. When she grasped the bouquet, she cursed at the thorns left on the stems, glaring at the plants in scorn. “That man has the darkest sense of humour,” she muttered harshly.
She was so not in the mood for him tonight. Tossing the roses into the trash as soon as she entered the kitchen, she got out of her jacket and looked around for her favourite bag of chips and a glass for her alcohol.
Just as she had the vodka in her right hand and her chips in the other, a knock on the door interrupted her movement upstairs. Pausing, she considered ignoring the visitor until she heard impatient knocking, along with an –unwelcome- familiar voice. “Caroline! I think you are probably going to want to let me in, love.”
Restraining herself from yelling back that he could go to hell, she dropped her chips on the table. Yet instead of releasing the vodka, she opened the bottle and took a long swing, knowing she would need it after an interaction with Klaus. The man had been relentless in his pursuit of her, no expense being spared in his attempts of wooing her. She always rejected him though- there was something sinister in him, she saw it- and she really didn’t want to see how far it extended.
He was the main reason she really wasn’t dating; she couldn’t even do anything about it, really. If a hot shot corrupt billionaire wanted to harass a pretty young girl, he could.
Steeling herself with another drink, she took the bottle with her as she went to open the door. When she peeked out, she saw Klaus standing there with an amused expression on his face, and his hands tucked away in his pockets. “Evening, sweetheart. A little early to be drinking, isn’t it?” He commented slyly, pushing his way into her house with ease. Grumbling nonsense, Caroline stepped back from the doorway so as not to brush against Klaus; no need to try and encourage him.
3x14 Klaus doesn’t let Caroline go home that night after she yells at him.
Tightening his jaw at her outburst, Klaus tried to control his temper as Caroline continued to glare at him. Her assault on his character, while bothersome, showed her fire delightfully. However her rejection was already becoming tedious, and he could feel his arousal growing as he stared at the beauty in front of him; he would have her tonight, whether she wanted it or not.
Drawing her gaze into his eyes, he spoke sternly as he regarded her. “I see you are very forthcoming in your loathing, Caroline, but now it’s my turn. Stay where you are, my love.” He could see the look of understanding, of fear overtake her, but at the moment he didn’t care. Klaus was drawn to her fire and compassion, but if she deemed it unnecessary to allow him any chance to further his interest, he would see to it himself that she thought differently.
“Now Caroline,” He began in a soft purr, “You will cease to speak as we venture upstairs. Should anyone inquire as to where we are headed, I shall answer. You will follow me without hesitation, your eyes solely on myself until we come to our destination.”
He could see Caroline trying to fight the compulsion in vain. Demurely, she let him take her by the waist as he led her upstairs, her eyes on him throughout the journey. Once they reached the top, Klaus led them to the left wing, where his bedroom was located.
Had it been anyone else, her little outburst would have resulted in the loss of her life. However, he thought a more pleasurable punishment should be in order.
He could already hear her screams as she would beg for him to take her tonight.
Smut warning. Also, unedited. Sorry! :x
“This could have been simple, but you have forsaken my trust,” His tone evoked the disappointment on his face. But Caroline refused to feel guilty- she had been kidnapped! It was her right, her prerogative to escape.
“Do you expect me to get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness? Just because you think I’ m your mate doesn’t mean I am yours!” Dropping her gaze, she turned her body as if to move away and dismiss the conversation. He refused to let her. Grabbing her arm, his strength held her in place, leaving her to glare at the air as he continued his tirade behind her.
"You must understand I cannot ignore this?
You disobeyed me and fled when I specifically told you not to. I really don’t think you understand the seriousness of your offence.”
Moving her body forward to face him, Klaus gently held her chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing her to look at him; a loving gesture in a rather terrifying situation.
She refused to yield easily, however. Holding his gaze, she tilted her head to the side. “I’m not afraid of you, Klaus.”
His lip curled at her spunk. Bringing his hand to rest on her shoulder, he swiftly pressed his body into hers. “I see we will have to rectify that, won’t we, love?”
kind of au: Caroline finds out another truth about the bloodlines firsthand.
Caroline remembered the only time that Klaus had fed her his blood. While it hadn’t been that long ago, the time passed had been enough to constrict the memory from her mind; yet now it was brought rushing to the forefront as she gulped in the taste of metallic blood.
She was alive.
She had no idea how- she should be dead, there had been wood flying everywhere, she was hit- but looking up at the concerned faces surrounding her, she knew she wasn’t dead. She didn’t know what she was.
“Caroline… Caroline, we tried, we swear…” Elena’s sobs racked the silence, echoing off the walls in harsh wheezes.
“There was only one way, Caroline. I’m sorry. We’re sorry.” Bonnie eyes were drifting to the floor, her speech full of regret. Caroline could feel her hand being covered by both of her friends.
“She’s alive, isn’t she?” sounded Damon’s dispassionate voice; lifting her head some, she could see him leaning against the wall of the house; only his eyes gave off the slightest hint of concern, of guilt.
“This is not okay! Do you see her? Look at her!” She was still dazed; but the voice of Bonnie, Elena- she didn’t know- was disconcerting her. What had happened in order to save her life?
Vaguely, she heard footsteps enter the room. “No need to sound so harsh about it, love. It’s not the worst fate in the world, being sired to me.” That voice. She knew that voice.
It was Klaus.
“In fact I would say she- that you all, really- are quite lucky,” His voice was low, and held a deadly calm assuredness. “Had she been dead, nothing would’ve stopped me from killing you all.”
He strode towards her, ignoring the hostile looks passing on her friends faces. “Come on now sweetheart, time to wake up,” said Klaus gently as he lifted her head into his arms, “Show me what has been born from my blood,”
The pull to obey him, to please him, was astonishingly apparent as her eyes immediately opened. He smiled as he regarded her, lifting a hand up to crease her cheek. While she would never usually have let this happen -at least, before- now she was leaning into his touch, even pleased by it.
"Klaus," Stefan’s stern voice exclaimed from somewhere behind her.
"Relax, Stefan!" Klaus said as he tugged Caroline into his grasp, cradling her in his arms as he stood. "I’m sure Caroline would be more comfortable staying with me, isn’t that right, sweetheart?"
She nodded slightly, shutting her eyes to her friends astonished and concerned faces.
"Klaus," She whispered quietly, tugging on his arm as he strode away from her friends, "Why am I still alive? What happened?"
He frowned, and she felt a pang of sadness hit her. But then he quickly brought a kiss to her forehead, muttering, “The bloodlines,” He glared, as if upset with himself. “Your witch found out a way to save you, involving the bloodlines.
Another vampire can only become a hybrid if they descend from my bloodline, drink my blood, and are killed. Of course, when they wake up a sample of Elena’s blood must be provided as well.” He added, watching as her face transformed in realization.
She was a hybrid.
It was going to be a multi-chapter story… but then I kind of flopped and got distracted by two others… Might do a part two though. ;)
In which Caroline becomes a cat and runs into Klaus. He in turn becomes oddly attached to the little thing. /Completed/ =)
Reeling at the unknown emotion in her chest, Caroline chose to ignore his comment as he placed her in his room. Hopping onto his bed when he released her, she began pacing across the blanket, trying to think of a way out now that all distractions had ceased.
“I’m going out for a bit, sweetheart.” Stated Klaus abruptly, roaming around the room for his leather jacket. She meowed excitedly- finally, peace and no guilt and freedom and-
“Don’t sound so sad,” He said sarcastically, smiling down at her. “Of course my siblings are only too happy to look after you,”
Instantly she deflated, groaning in defeat.
But she would not give up! As soon as Klaus left, she squeezed through the partially open door and darted through the hallway, searching for the staircase. Every little thing made her jump, and down a deserted hallway she almost got distracted by a very mouse-like sound, but she would not let herself be foiled.
Finally she found the staircase leading down to the living room.
Crouching low, Caroline slowly made her way across the floor, hoping to avoid any stray Originals. Glancing around as she crept quietly onto the staircase, she saw the coast was clear. Yet from her position on the stairs she could catch snippets of the original siblings’ conversation.
“Where did that cat go? Nik said she was in his room!”
“Well then, we had best find her before Niklaus returns home.”
Frantically, she started moving down the stairs quicker, only to end up tumbling down and letting out a strangled hiss.
At once she jumped up, ignoring the pain in her leg knowing that the Originals’ would be right behind her.
“Hear kitty kitty,” The sound of Kol’s agitated voice filled the air and she froze, ducking behind a bookshelf just as she saw Kol flash into the living room in a frenzy.
“Nik is going to throw a fit if we lose that cat!” said Rebekah. In frustration, she tried clapping her hands once, twice, to see if the pesky cat would appear. “It’s not working! Elijah, make it work!”
“Patience, Rebekah.” Elijah walked down to the center of the living room, appraising the room with a meticulous eye. “There is no doubt that the cat will turn up in this room. After all, she could not have gotten far.”
“Come now Elijah! Where’s the fun in that?” Kol walked around the room slowly, hands entwining themselves behind his back. “And please, brother, let us all have some fun!”
A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes, “Why not just hunt the troublesome feline down and eat it? Of course it would hardly be considered a snack, but we could make do.”
Immediately Elijah shoved Kol into a wall, eyeing him in distaste. “Let us not provoke Niklaus’s temper, brother. As he is quite fond of the cat, we shall see to it that she is found.” Tossing Kol away, he turned to take a place on the sofa, ignoring Kol’s pout.
“If you insist upon it Elijah,” He grinned, walking around the room once more with a confident stride. “I was merely jesting, anyways.”
Caroline was fed up of hiding. Deciding it best to make a run for it, she stealthily hid herself behind the body of Rebekah, following her as she moved.
When she peeked behind the blonde, she saw Elijah scrutinizing the area she had hidden herself, so she quickly ducked behind a chair, then behind Kol, who was now standing nearest to the doorway.
Elijah suddenly stood, inspecting the room. “Do not think that you can out smart an Original so easily,” He spoke in the air.
“Are you so desperate, Elijah? The cat cannot understand you.” Rebekah said flippantly, scoffing as he threw a stern look her way.
Caroline was trying to stay agile. One wrong move and she was not only stuck here, but she suspected Elijah would put her through a scolding. Backing up from her position behind Kol as quietly as she could, she was just about at the huge entry way when a loud noise sounded from upstairs.
She jumped, but it was silent –thank god- She watched as the Originals’ took on alert expressions and flashed upstairs. Someone had left the front door open- probably Kol, or Klaus, like seriously they were both too arrogant for their own good- so she had no problem leaving.
Releasing a breath, she finally exited the mansion and took off to Bonnie’s house, hoping Klaus would not be too disappointed by her departure.
Klaus was setting the orders for his hybrids quickly, anxious to get back to his cat. She was the first thing that he had that was completely his, damnit, and he didn’t want to share her with his siblings for too long.
He tried to slow down on his way inside the house, not wanting to appear too apprehensive. But when he saw the door to the house slightly ajar, he began to panic. He flashed into the house, only to see his siblings gathered in the living room somberly.
“Well?” He said, annoyed. “Where is the troublesome thing?”
Silence greeted him. He felt his chest swell in dejection.
“She escaped, Nik.” Rebekah tried, standing up and reaching out her hand to comfort him. “She really was a crafty thing.”
Klaus ignored her efforts, glaring at his collective family before exiting the house swiftly. He did not wish to test his control.
“Of course,” He said as he exited, voice cutting. “No matter; I shall find her myself.”
This is the end… Hope you enjoyed the series. :)
Elena believes Klaus has kidnapped a missing Caroline.
“Open up Klaus! We know you have Caroline!” shouted Elena for the tenth time as she banged rapidly on the door. Finally in frustration, Klaus appeared to open the door, his appearance ruffled and displeased.
“I wish I could say it is a pleasure to see you; however we both know that I would be lying,” Glaring at the doppelganger in his doorway, he made a move to close the door before being stopped by the irritating girl.
“Stop playing games Klaus! Where’d you take Caroline?”
“I assure you I haven’t seen Caroline for quite some time,” He snarled darkly, only to moments later feel a nudge on his leg. Taking a breath before looking down, he flashed a small smile towards his pet before facing Elena again with a hard gaze.
Giving Klaus an unbelieving look, she peaked behind his visage and spotted a blonde ball of fluff behind him.
“Oh god, you’re actually killing defenseless kittens now. Do you really have no limits?” exclaimed Elena incredulously, gaping at him in disgust.
“The man carted his family around in boxes for a thousand years; do you really think he has limits?” muttered Damon behind her as he crossed his arms, a droll look on his face.
Caroline had been in the living room when she had heard Elena’s shouting. In happiness, she had scampered over to the door, behind Klaus, only to see him about to attack her friend, he seemed so angry.
She knew if she tried to go with Elena now, he might flip on the girl and hurt her. So she decided to play it safe and merely placate Klaus for now.
“Look Elena, we asked him, he replied no, now let’s go.” Grabbing her arm, Damon made a move to drag Elena off. But she looked unconvinced, and gave the cat a sympathetic look before letting Damon drag her away.
She could still hear Elena’s anxious voice as she was carted away, “But Damon, we haven’t seen Caroline all day. Where could she be? What if she is in trouble?”
Caroline looked up to Klaus, who appeared deep in thought. Stealthily, she tried to slink past him.
“And what do you think you’re doing, silly cat?” Glancing up at him innocently, she gave off a meow.
“I cannot let you out of my sight for a moment, can I?” Grabbing her by the scruff of the neck, he brought her back inside and shut the door.
“I believe you would enjoy Caroline,” Klaus mused, “quite the girl, that one.”
One more drabble for this and the series is done! :)
Klaus joins cat!Caroline in a bath.
“Poor little darling. Having to deal with a grumpy Nik all day is never fun,” Rebekah cooed as she wrapped her hands around the midsection of the cat’s belly. Snickering, she continued, “Especially when he is in one of his moods,” Caroline purred in agreement.
“And now that we’re mates cat, I must say you can always come to my bed if my brother becomes too much for you,” said Kol from his place on the sofa, laughing at the enraged expression on Klaus’s face.
“Alright, that’s quite enough. Both of you out! I will not listen to you all mock me in my own home a second longer.”
He reasoned that they were annoying, that he wanted to clean the rascal and that would be easier without his family around, but in actuality he was getting quite jealous of the attention they were receiving from the feline.
His new pet seemed to be ignoring him after the debacle with Elijah. While he knew this sounded ridiculous, he knew when he was receiving the cold shoulder. Kol even kept throwing triumphant smirks his way, which became quite annoying.
Now he had an irritated cat on his hands, and he was going to add water to the mix.
“Terrible thing, cats,” He muttered in annoyance, “And I’ve never encountered a more stubborn cat in my thousand years than you,”
At his remark, she seemed to scowl at him. Smirking, he sardonically remarked, “Don’t fret though, I will be sure to fix that.” The little thing continued to ignore him.
“First however, we must bathe you,” This seemed to get a reaction- immediately she started meowing crazily and struggling in his hold, as if she could escape him if she tried hard enough. She looked so adamantly against the idea, that if he didn’t know any better he would say the creature could actually understand him.
“Preposterous,” He mumbled under his breath, inspecting the obdurate kitten for a moment before continuing his trek to the bathroom.
“Come on now, you are my cat now so you must do as I say,” Klaus scolded his pet, watching as she completely ignored him in favor of gazing at one of her paws unflappably.
“Do not think I will not punish you for disobedience!” He asserted, only to elicit a yawn out of the insipid creature.
“Challenging me, aren’t you?” Inspecting the cat with a glare, he moved to lift her up into the bath only to be met with more resistance. “Fine,” He grounded out, lifting his shirt off his body and letting it fall to the floor. Soon after, the cat froze. He shrugged, simply removing his trousers and scooping the cat into his grasp.
Lowering himself gently into the water with his pet in his arms, he sighed at the feeling of the warm water against his skin. He shut his eyes for a moment, before hearing a strangled hiss from below.
Caroline could not believe what was happening; this was beyond humiliating!
She was in a tub with Klaus who was naked and hot and- oh god she was cat- this could not happen. But then she felt him moved his hand somewhere that he should not touch.
She hissed, loudly before she scratched his chest and scrambled onto the rim of the tub in despair, soaked. Her ears lowered when she heard a growl on her right, and when she turned her head to look at him his eyes were a bright yellow.
“I think I have humored you enough for the day, pet. If you do not get back into this tub within the minute, I will make this drastically more unpleasant for you. No, do not give me that sorrowful look.” His voice was threatening, and held no room for qualms; he was unsympathetic.
Pouting, she held his gaze for a little while longer before bowing in defeat.
Cat!Caroline becomes injured, causing Klaus to react less than kindly.
Caroline had been dozing off next to Klaus, content for the moment to be petted. She knew she couldn’t leave now anyways, so why torture herself?
She had figured out Klaus was actually a semi-decent human being. She now knew he didn’t go out and kick kittens for fun, anyways. Sighing inwardly, she was just about to go back to sleep when she heard a noise out in the hallway.
“Well well well, what do we have here Nik? A tasty little snack before bed?” At the new voice, Caroline’s head snapped up, quietly meowing in anxiety. It was Kol. “I didn’t know you were into befriending the alley cats now,”
“Stefan finally got to you, brother?” Kol continued as he made his way across Klaus’s room.
Raising an eyebrow, Klaus glared, “Leave me be, Kol. What I do is none of your concern.”
“Oh but it is- for what better to do on such a boring day than spend it engaging with my brother in some fun?” Flashing to stand by the bed, Kol bent down to inspect the animal curled in Klaus’s grasp. “And I cannot do that if your time is taken by some feline.”
Hissing, Caroline jumped up and swiped her claws at Kol’s face. Surprised, Kol jerked back, but only after Caroline had scratched him. “Yet it seems my animal companion has gotten one up on you, brother,” Laughing, Klaus looked onto his pet with amusement in his eyes, slight pride welling up in his chest.
While the injury healed swiftly, the point was made. Scowling, Kol pilfered up the cat, causing more hissing to be elicited from its mouth.
“What’s the matter, Kol? I thought you liked pretty little things with sharp tongues.” Klaus pushed himself off of the bed, plucking his cat from Kol’s hold before walking away. “Or in this case, sharp claws.”
“You’re hilarious, brother.” Refusing to be ignored, Kol rushed over to Klaus’s side. “Come now. Kill that flee-ridden creature already; a predator nurturing its prey, it’s pathetic!”
Growling, Klaus’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “I will do what I like, regardless of your thoughts.”
“You would look more threatening if not for the kitten in your arms,” Smirking, Kol dashed away before Klaus could strike him. Klaus was about to go after him, before he felt a slight prick on his skin. Not bothering to glance down at the troublesome cat, he merely began to admonish the creature as he calmly went to the stairs.
“You bite me after I defend your honor! Ungrateful little thing.” Climbing down the stairs, Klaus proceeded to drop his cat onto the floor and walk into the kitchen.
Glowering, Caroline followed after him.
“I have half a mind not to feed you.” He commented, glancing down to see his cat’s adorable grouchy expression.
Giving him a look of languor, Caroline proceeded to plop her body down on the floor and turn her head away.
“I was merely jesting, love.” Placing a bowl of cooked fish on the ground –only the best for his pet- he made his way over to where his sibling sat on the couch.
“Why do you dote on the cat but ignore your dear brother and sister?” taunted Kol, laughing as Rebekah punched him in the arm. “Do not tell me you aren’t the least bit jealous, sister.”
“Rather adorable that you are, Kol.” said Rebekah in return.
“Oh stop it, both of you,” Klaus instructed coolly, sitting on a lounge chair in the living room. “I have spoiled you both plenty.”
Caroline strained her ears to listen to the sibling’s interactions, noticing that they were all distracted. Although the scent of cooked fish was still filling her senses, she ignored it in favor of the open kitchen door. Racing across the kitchen, she leapt the final distance to freedom before a large figure stood in front of the doorway, and stepped on her tail.
A strangled meow of pain escaped her. Tears in her eyes, she could still identify the figure before her to be Elijah. His face contained shock as he quickly removed his foot from her tail, as if trying to apologize.
Before much else could happen, Elijah was thrown into the kitchen wall, Klaus’s hand on his throat.
“What did you do?” Klaus’s voice was deadly quiet, and even Caroline was in fear. Why was he so mad at his brother? As if to comfort or reassure him that she was okay, she made her way over to his feet and nuzzled his leg. Glancing down at her, Klaus dropped Elijah and attended to Caroline.
“Do not think to harm my cat again, Elijah.”
“Please do not think so low of me, brother. It was a mere accident.” Elijah’s expression was indifferent, but his voice gave way to his confusion. “I apologize.”
“Good. See that it does not happen again.”
“No need to be so antagonizing, Nik.” stated Rebekah as she walked into the kitchen, “He’s being protective. Isn’t it cute?”
“Delightful,” commented Elijah dryly, before moving out of the kitchen; but not before closing the kitchen door, and thus killing that plan of escape.
Groaning in defeat, Caroline covered her face with her paws in exasperation. She was never getting out of here!
Extra long because of the wait. Hope you enjoy!