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Chapter 1

Why, she asked herself does she always provoke him? She knew how insane he was, how easily angry he gets yet she couldn't stop making him so furious. It was a thing Caroline couldn't control. He kidnapped her, it doesn't mean she was going to make things so easy for him. Her punishment was sleeping on the cold hard floor in the dark cellar. She didn't mind as long as she makes him angry. She could not prevent herself from deliberately enraging him, pushing him to the very limits, constantly reminding him of how a monster he was like his father. Klaus had a temper so every time she said something to upset him, she enjoyed watching him throw a fit. He would spent minutes destroying every single thing in the room. It was quite a sight Caroline wanted to see each and every day. She had even wanted to ask him if he could sign up for anger management, but she knew it would only make things worse for her so she kept quiet about it. Didn't mean she wouldn't suggest it in the future. Like Klaus always said, her sharp tongue would get her killed and he might be right about that. Did he expect her to keep quiet? Hell no. He brought this upon himself and she was going to make sure she gave him hell. Klaus was going to regret kidnapping her.

Caroline wasn't going to stop making him angry unless he killed her which she doubt that he would.. not yet anyway. If he wanted revenge on her friends, he would have to keep her alive. And she knew, oh she knew how much he wanted to stab her in the heart with a stake, but he wouldn't which made things so much fun. The only thing he could do was lock her in the dark cellar which he did at the moment. She had been locked in the cellar so many times that she had lost count, and she had started getting used to the dark.

The first time he locked her in the dark cellar, she had pleaded but the bastard only smirked. She knew he was enjoying her begging him. It was the fourth time Caroline stopped pleading. He didn't even had to drag her to the cellar because she went there herself. And boy, did she enjoy the look on his face. Caroline had smirked and waved- actually waved at him. It was so obvious that Klaus fought the urge to strangle her. Who wouldn't. She had thought he was going to stop putting her in the cellar, he didn't. She wanted to ask him, but she was afraid that he would put her somewhere more scary so she kept her mouth shut.

It had been two weeks since she had kidnapped and for a week she didn't see Klaus. He never came to check up on her or sent anyone. What kind of a kidnapper abandoned the person he had kidnapped for a whole week?! But this was Klaus she was talking about. He wasn't normal at all. Caroline was afraid that she would start drinking her own blood. She had watched a movie once where zombies started eating themselves because there was no one to eat. It was stupid of her to even think about movies and drinking her own blood in the first place. Thankfully, Klaus returned on the eighth day and gave her blood. She had been so happy...not. The blood wasn't much. It was so little and Caroline wanted to bit him if he hadn't left the room before she could do that. Two bloody weeks, nobody came to save her. And Klaus made sure to remind her every single day that no one was coming to save her. Bastard. It was so nice of her friends to forget about her, she had thought sarcastically.

Did it mean they didn't care enough to save her or what?

Sleeping on the floor made an extremely uncomfortable bed, and every time she squirmed around trying to find a more agreeable position, the reasons that she found herself here came flooding back. Two hours ago, Klaus had thought it was funny to give her a fake blood- she didn't even know what it was! She only knew it tasted horrible. Angrily, she had poured the whole thing on him. Caroline continued to lay on the floor, muttering all the horrible things she would do to him when she escaped.

The idea of escape occurred to her time and time again, but knowing that the house must be surrounded by his Hybrids and what he would do to her when he found out that she was trying to escape. As she lay on the floor, hating Klaus for putting her in the cellar and the painful stab that knifed through her whenever she remembered that no one was going to save her.

Was her mother looking for her? She knew she was. Her mother would not rest until she find her and she just hoped the first place to look for her would be in Klaus' mansion. But who knew what lies he would tell her about not kidnapping her. Besides she didn't want her mother to come alone. Klaus could kill her in a heartbeat. Caroline had already lost a parent, she didn't want to lose another.

The next morning, vaguely she heard the opening of the door and the sounds of footsteps approaching her. Her eye lids flew open but it was too late. Klaus had already dumped an entire bucket of cold water over her head. The shock of icy water so unexpectedly dousing her body took her breath away. When she could breathe again, a gasp of astonishment came from her, and she sat up, shaking her head, sending droplets of water spraying in all directions. She looked up at him, her whole body shivering and shaking in anger. Was that a new way of waking her up? And if it was, there were going to have a big problem. How dare he pour that cold water on her? What the hell was wrong with him?

Caroline resisted the urge to strangle him.

He was smirking his trademark smirk. If he didn't stop, she was going to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. Caroline managed to get up from the floor and faced him, placing her hands on her hips. The bastard looked amused.

"Good morning, love," he said cheerfully, way too cheerfully for Caroline's liking. But something told he was being like that to annoy her. It was working. She stiffened. For a wild, fleeting moment, she thought of jumping on him and snapping his neck, but she was too weak to do so. Even as she stared at him, snapping his neck wouldn't satisfy her. It really wouldn't, maybe it would make her feel a tiny little bit happy. And she thought 'fuck snapping neck', there are words that could anger him, words that could hurt him and Caroline was happy to use them. First she had to calm down, must make her anger go away and she didn't have trouble doing all that.

"How nice of you to pour water on me. I was a bit hot so thanks, Klaus. Really." she said calmly. "You must really care for me to do that."

He threw his head back and laughed. "You're right, sweetheart. I do care." He held up a finger. "Give me a moment."

Why did he say that and why did he need a moment? It was really suddenly confusing and half annoyed because she didn't actually get to say all the things she needed to say. She didn't expect him to agree with her and she sure as hell didn't expect him to take a moment. And do what? She just have to wait and see. But there was the door. Unlocked, wide open. A chance for her to run away. How far would she go, she asked myself. She was weak and she wouldn't get far before he catch her.

Klaus came back before she could think of another way to escape. He had his hands behind his back as if he was holding something. She tried to take a peek but he shifted a bit and she couldn't see what he was holding. Caroline drew back when he started walking towards her. The corners of his mouth tilted up. She was scared. He saw the fear in her eyes and his smile widened. Next thing she knew, a bucket of cold water was dumped on her. She let out a squeal of shock, outrage and pain as icy water ran down her body. This time around, there was vervain in it and she moaned in pain.

"Y..you bastard," she spat.

"I've been called worse," he replied as he dropped the bucket. Klaus was staring at her and was smiling cruelly. Caroline managed to straightened up. A normal person would be afraid of the way he was looking at her, but not Caroline. Never Caroline. She wasn't scared of him.

"What the hell did you do that for?" she demanded angrily. She was cold, in pain and there was nothing she wished for at the moment than Klaus' head in her hands. But that won't happen, would it?

"That was me caring, love." The way he had said it made her even more angry. Caroline should feel so lucky. Not so many people get lucky when they are held captive. Some got raped got killed and some tortured. The fact that Klaus did neither to her, she was grateful.

"There was vervain in it, Klaus!" she snapped. He moved closer to her, lifting his hands as he stroked her cheek.

"Yes, there was." He continued stroking her cheek, never looking at her eyes but at her face. "Shouldn't you be grateful, Caroline? Not everyone is as lucky as you. I could be the bad hybrid you don't want me to be. I'm a dangerous person, Caroline. I can torture someone, not just physically but emotionally too. I've done that to so many people, sweetheart and the whole lot of them wished they were dead." His hands reached her mouth and he squeezed it tightly enough to make her groaned as he sneered. "You've been doing nothing but provoking me, making me angry. If you don't want that to happen to you, do learn how to talk to me. You will wish for vervain more than the things I would do to you. Personally, I'd like nothing better than an excuse to do it." He moved his hand to her left cheek again.

Caroline slapped his hand.

Her eyes blazed. "What will you do if I don't? Threaten me to death?"

"No, Caroline. I will cut your tongue. Believe me, I will do it. And I will shove it down your throat." He promised. How sick was Klaus? "And go ahead and try escaping if you can. Your mother will pay the price." Blinded with fury, she struck him on the cheek and his blue eyes went murderous. He grabbed her by the collar and pulled her face closer to his, their nose almost touching. There was a sneer on his face. "Hit me again and you will wish you've never done that." She gulped. "How will you feel when I torture your mother? Your friends, Caroline? And for them to know that it was your fault? By the time I'm done with them, they will ask for death." He smiled, but it wasn't a nice smile. He pushed her back quickly as if touching her burnt his fingers. "I do love torturing people. It gives me pleasure."

"You sick son of a b-"

"Enough, Caroline. You're giving me a bloody headache alright." He pointed his hands to the door. "Now get out of here. Unless you want to stay here of course. I will be happy to lock you in here for a week."

She hated him.

She hated him so much it hurt.

She obeyed him, not because he asked her to but because she didn't really want to stay in the room. Quietly, she went back to the other room. He walked behind her, and Caroline wished that she wasn't so weak or she would've hurt him. Just as she was about sit, he grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the room. He took her to another room and when the door opened, she gasped at what she saw.

What the fuck.