The night was unusually quiet, something too uncanny for vampirekind to adapt themselves with. Perhaps they revered this night and had decided to retire after all the tragedy that had befallen lately. It seemed as if they were ready for the amiable night to offer them some tranquility - a manner inconsistent with the severity of their innate nature. The night, though discombobulating, was compassionate to not only the king of the hounds but also to the most servile of the beasts.
There was only one being as pretty as the very night and she was in her bed contemplating the rare silence of the night-time Mystic Falls. The glory of her beauty was enriched by the silver beams of the moonlight resting on her angelic hair. Her eyes hinted torturous grief, something troubling even for the beholder. It was too cruciatus, but poetic, for this abysmally delicate soul. Perhaps this eternity was growing too abominable for her to accept; perhaps she despised the loneliness that fate had now offered her. But as they say, nothing lasts forever, and when you are eternally existent, ‘forever’ is always an overstatement.
She had a visitor and she knew it before he revealed himself.
There was a long silence. Usually, whim and impulse were the manners she preferred but this time she chose to act differently. It seemed as if she chose to abhor her inborn blonde-hood; but for someone with a crave for mystics, it would only be too obvious that she knew something quite before it actually happened. She knew it was going to happen, as implied by no hint of the element of surprise.
“What are you doing here Klaus?” She remarked his presence. It was categorically rude but her harmonics was too soft to claim the latter and so was his remark, in turn, a bit condescending but, given the chemistry, all was well as far as conscience was concerned, “A bit impolite for Miss Mystic Falls, isn’t it, love!”. The ‘trademark’ evil grin was out of his equation of mannerism today. It was a different version of Niklaus. Caroline turned the other side facing the window that revealed the gorgeous night-sight of the boulevard, overlooking the river.
“I want you to leave Klaus; I am no mood for diabolism today”, she broke the ice, still facing the side opposite to the visitor.
“We both know it is not correct, now, do we, love?” Klaus was too quick to reply. Perhaps he was right; Caroline might have been expecting someone - probably him.
She turned around; Klaus was right in front of her, closer than an inch off her evoking breasts. Caroline gasped. He was staring at her eyes, something too unbeastly about the king of the beasts. She tried to lift her eyes off but only in vain. She promptly refrained and sighed a few times as she allowed herself to land on her bed. She felt something, it was his hand on her exposed shoulders; she shivered, her heart pounded heavily and she swallowed her breath.
She knew it was wrong; she parted with someone she loved so dearly a few hours ago and that, just because of the man who was with her at the time. But it was as if Klaus had compelled the night to lock away the conscientious boredom. She must have tried to escape, at least momentarily, but the milieu was too adorable for fate to change its mind. Klaus befitted his fingers betwixt hers. The resonance was epic and was apparent in their breaths and heart-beats. Klaus turned her around and she obeyed like a little child lured for sweets. Resistance must have crossed her mind but somewhere in her heart, the elation of the fact that she, and only she, could unmonster the evil inside the immortal Klaus was more than just obvious. It was only a second before Klaus drew himself to her that she surrendered herself to the lord of the hybrids.
All the thoughts he had about her filled him up - all those hours spent thinking of her silky smooth skin; and that smooth, plump, juicy access of love, below her navel, was a constant inspiration of his paintings. He would smile, while painting those scraps of his mind, thinking of how their fantasy would occur. This was the day and perhaps no different than the one he fantasized.
Apparently, ignorance was bliss.