This story has dark themes and possible triggers for PTSD.

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Klaus Mikealson never believed in things like fate or destiny but he did believe in blind luck. He had to be, how else would could he explain his current circumstances? See, he was in Portland looking to make more hybrids like himself and just as he was about to leave the state he stopped in a diner, where he saw her.

She was gorgeous, blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs, of course her most enticing attribute had to be that she was werewolf. How lucky. She was wearing a bright yellow waitress uniform while she was talking to a customer. She was smiling brightly but he could see the pain in her eyes.

He sat down and waited for her to come to him. She gilded over to him "What can I get you?" she asked with same fake smile he saw earlier. "I'm not sure. What do you recommend," He read her nametag, "Ava?" "Well, the vegetable soup is pretty good." He smiled at her "I'll have that then." "okay anything to drink?" He nearly said 'your redheaded coworker.' But he thought better of it "An Iced tea." "Okay coming right up." She said before walking away.

It took him all of three minutes to realize she'd snuck out. Sighing, he stood up and followed her she wasn't that difficult to track which, on some level, disappointed him. He saw her duck into an alleyway and he used his vampire speed to appear in front of her.

"Hello love," she gasped, "I assume I need no introduction." The girl swallowed "You're Klaus the hybrid." He took a step toward her "Great. You know my name, now I'd like to know yours." She took a step back, her followed her "you know my name, it's Ava." He took another step forward, she hit the wall of an old building. "Oh, come now love we should at least be honest with each other, don't you think? We both know your name isn't Ava." He said much too close to her ear. She closed her eyes and swallowed, she was shaking slightly "Caroline. My name is Caroline." She said firmly, trying to sound more confident than she was.

He smiled "Caroline," he said testing it out, "it suits you." He took a step back "we have much to discuss. He led her back to the diner and had her sit at his table. "Oh look my food's here." He said as he sat down. "You look a bit peckish, would you like something?" She stayed silent. He frowned in mock disappointment "Not much of a conversationalist, huh? That's alright, I suppose, all you have to do is listen. As you're aware I'm a hybrid and I want to create more of the. And I think you'd be a prefect fit."

Her response was quick "no." He wasn't that surprised most of the wolves he turned had initially refused, not that it mattered much. "Why not?" He asked not really interested, now was about the time they went on a rant about how they'd rather die than be a vampire. "I like being a wolf, ok? I like turning, and I don't want it to change."

That did surprise him, but he quickly rearranged the sales pitch in his head and continued "I understand. We're the same. You like being strong, fearless. Well, love, being a hybrid doesn't change any of those things, it enhances them," he slowly began to massage the back of hand, causing her heartbeat to jump and her eyes to close, he was fascinated by how to strongly she reacted to one little touch it made him never want to stop, he leaned in and whispered "it enhances everything."

She opened her eyes and pulled her hand away from him "It's not about being strong or fearless, it's about being... you know what forget it. Thanks but no thanks, now if you'll excuse me I have a life to go live." She said angrily before standing up and abruptly exiting the diner. He didn't immediately go after her this time, she was expecting that and if he went after her he'd catch her and the game would be over.

He did follow her eventually, she was staying in a cheap hotel in a seedy neighborhood. He stood outside and waited for her to leave again. When she exited the hotel a few hours later she was not wearing her waitress uniform anymore, she was in a short dark blue dress, that left very little to the imagination.

He followed her again this time, to a nightclub not far from the hotel. She wasted no time, making a beeline for the bar she downed four shots in a minute. That's when he decided to approach her. He sat down on the stool next to her "Now, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" She jumped slightly "Klaus, are you following me?" "No, I'm just lucky." She gave him a look "alright, fine I wanted to see if I could convince you to rethink my offer." "Well, maybe you're not so lucky after all, 'cause my answer's still no." "Pity. I meant what I said earlier it'd suit you." "And why do you think that?" He smirked and leaned towards her "you're beautiful, you're strong, you're full of light. And as I said beging a hybrid only amplifies who you are so you'd be extraordinary."

She shook her head and turned her attention to the dance floor, her eyes searching for something. She got up and and started moving towards a dark haired man with a determined look on her face. Klaus noticed it and put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. He smirked at her "love, if you're looking for someone to take home tonight, I can assure you I'd be far better company than him." A small smile appeared on her face "are you propositioning me?" He smirked "well that depends, love is it working?" She leaned in, ran her lips across his check and whispered "better luck next time." Before she sauntered off like a wolf stalking her prey.

He doesn't know why he didn't stop them, he could've easily but he didn't he just sat at the bar for an hour before going to her hotel. When he got there Caroline's fling was exiting the hotel with a self satisfied smirk on his face. It enraged Klaus and he didn't know why, without thinking Klaus sped up to him ripped out his heart and tossed him in a dumpster.

It was easy enough to compel her room number out of the receptionist, when he got up there he heard the shower running and sat in a chair and just waited. She came out of the bathroom wearing a white tank top and pink shorts. She gasped when she saw him "hello Caroline." "What are you doing here?" "I'm here to talk to you about my offer." She groaned "not this again." "Yes. This again I'm giving you one last chance to accept it." "I already told you no." He sighed "too bad I was hoping to do this the easy way, but hard way it is then."

Before she could utter a syllable of confusion he had pinned her to the bed. He was on top of her close enough to smell her shampo, her body wash, and- he smirked. "Caroline I must say I'm loving the ideas you'd body seems to have right now." And he was the scent of her arousal was intoxicating, it took all of his will power not to rip her shorts off and show her how wrong her choice of company was. But he refrained a thousand years and he'd never forced a woman into his bed, he wasn't going to start now.

He bit into him wrist and used his other hand to push her mouth towards it. She struggled against him "I know love," he said soothingly, "this is always the worst part." When she'd swallowed enough blood he pulled his wrist away. She was breathing heavily and had a drop of his blood on her mouth. He wiped it off with his thumb.

She looked up at him with fear in her eyes "are you going to kill me?" "Yes. But I promise it'll be quick and as painless as possible." She closed her eyes in defeat, her breaths were shaky with anticipation. "You'll thank me for this later." He pressed a kiss to her neck and he felt heartbeat jump again. He placed his hands on the sides of her head and twisted. There was a snap and Caroline Forbes was dead.

AN: Should I continue? This is my first time writing something as dark as this will get so let me know what you think.