4 - it's ourgirlfriend. :3 i couldn't help myself~callmeklausSeptember 9 2011, 13:54:23 UTC
[It's true; if Klaus ever felt remotely lonely in any way, he could and would compel anyone to share his bed. Or perhaps, sometimes more preferably, compel others to entertain him in different, equally delicious ways. But there's something about this fresh, sweet-looking blonde vampire with a sharp mouth on her. (Stefan has told him so many interesting things.) Something he'd like to... touch.
He simply watches her sleep, casually draped upon the chair near her vanity, sometimes absentmindedly touching a golden necklace she left hanging on the mirror, her perfume, the curve of some keepsake box. Funny, how human these things are. How human she seems to be.]
looove it XDstopkissingmeSeptember 9 2011, 15:28:02 UTC
[Caroline's sleep is anything but peaceful, in fact, she's been tossing and turning quite a bit, her body restless for some unknown reason she can't quite grasp in the state of slumber she's in. Her eyes flutter a few times as she rolls back over onto the left side of her bed, leaving a large gap on the mattress, one that's calling to be filled.]
[Klaus could venture a guess as to why her slumber is so disturbed, and the answer does bemuse and please him. A millennia and change, and still. It never fails to amuse, how much power he has. How easily it to simply... plant a thought, manipulate a dream into whatever he pleases, into whatever breakable mind he wants.
He smiles now, gets up to move gracefully to the bed, because who is he to turn down an invitation? She's already dreaming of him, and blood, and death... He sits at the edge, reaches over to caress a trail down the curve of her cheek, his voice a whisper.] Shh, now... Just a dream.
[She makes a soft whimpering sound as once again her dreams are filled with horrible things, things she doesn't want to face, things she doesn't want to see and is desperately trying to escape.
She makes another soft sound when she feels, somewhere between sleep and awareness, a gentle touch, an unsettling gentle touch.]
[His finger follows down over her chin, thumb skimming her lips. That she is so unsettled means nothing to him; it's just nearly excites him what might happen when she wakes. Perhaps curious is an apter description. He continues on in a soft, lilting voice, musing.] Or a nightmare. What's the difference, with a monster inside you?
[It's the combination of both the lingering touch and his words that stir her from her sleep. More like jerk her from her sleep. She wakes up with a start, pressing her back against the headboard, her eyes wide, her body unfairly and poorly prepared for any sort of fight when she's still half-asleep. She doesn't think about how she's barely wearing anything, just that there's a vampire in her room and she doesn't know him.]
Who are you? [Though, she has a sickening feeling she knows exactly who he is.] What do you want?
[He doesn't flinch. Instead, he drops his fingers to rest near one of her naked thighs, studying her waking form. She is a sight to behold. Frightened and beautiful. Klaus' eyes darken for more reasons than one; there is steel promise in his voice.] Someone who could tear out your sleeping mother's heart before you could even blink, my sweet Caroline. [And then the menace in his eyes recedes, and he reaches to crawl his fingers over one of her little knees.] I hate to bring it up so early in our conversation, but I thought it might convince you to... hear my proposal.
[She flinches at the touch, trying to jerk away but too scared to move very much at all. But his words only make her heart turn to ice, her eyes widening.] Please don't hurt her. [She makes a face at his touch, trying to resist the urge to just... get away.] What do you want?
Stefan? [He flicks his eyes to hers.] You remember your lovely, noble Stefan? [He sighs almost convincingly, looks back to the circles he's drawing down a silky calf.] He's becoming a bit of a bore; I was wondering if you'd like to... accompany us out of town. Add some... fresh blood to our little duo.
[She feels even colder than normal, barely able to keep his gaze as he touches her. Honestly, she taste the fear in her mouth and the new animal instinct within her is screaming at her to run. But she listens to his words... Can vampires barf? Because Caroline feels like she might when she hears his words.] What do you think? [Of course she doesn't want to do it.]
[It's not every day someone is so rude to him, especially someone who has a miniscule inkling of what he's capable of. He smiles, almost pleasantly, and pulls his hand away from her.] Aren't you sassy? That's exactly the kind of attitude I'm looking for.
[She's just frowning at him, trying to curl her body as close together as she can, wanting to get away. Her voice is smaller sounding than she wants, she wants to be strong--] I can't.
[And isn't that just adorable. Klaus shifts, much too casually, much too like everything he's not (human) and reaches to lean over her legs, just the better to face her. Just the better to cage her and get her undead heart racing.] I've found the most unwilling eventually... succumb to their desires. [Any amusement in his eyes leaves.] You will.
[Caroline keeps her eyes lowered, she knows he can compel her, he's an original. She can feel him moving closer, trapping her in, making her feel even more faint.] No. Please. I don't want that at all.
[Now why would he compel her so soon when dragging this out is so much more fun? He'd rather make this enjoyable. He'd rather she agree for herself. He smirks, just barely, and inches up the bed to gently pinch her delicate chin between his fingers, tip her head up. If he must use some force to do so, he does.
Better she thinks he will compel her. Because he will, if he must.] This is a gift, Caroline. What I'm giving you is a gift. You don't want to be rude and miss out, do you? Why wouldn't you want to leave this boring little town and travel the world with someone with power and experience? All I ask is for your company. You wouldn't have to spill any blood... unless you want to. [He smirks, lifts his other hand to smooth back her silky hair.] I have Stefan for that.
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He simply watches her sleep, casually draped upon the chair near her vanity, sometimes absentmindedly touching a golden necklace she left hanging on the mirror, her perfume, the curve of some keepsake box. Funny, how human these things are. How human she seems to be.]
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He smiles now, gets up to move gracefully to the bed, because who is he to turn down an invitation? She's already dreaming of him, and blood, and death... He sits at the edge, reaches over to caress a trail down the curve of her cheek, his voice a whisper.] Shh, now... Just a dream.
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She makes another soft sound when she feels, somewhere between sleep and awareness, a gentle touch, an unsettling gentle touch.]
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Who are you? [Though, she has a sickening feeling she knows exactly who he is.] What do you want?
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Better she thinks he will compel her. Because he will, if he must.] This is a gift, Caroline. What I'm giving you is a gift. You don't want to be rude and miss out, do you? Why wouldn't you want to leave this boring little town and travel the world with someone with power and experience? All I ask is for your company. You wouldn't have to spill any blood... unless you want to. [He smirks, lifts his other hand to smooth back her silky hair.] I have Stefan for that.
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