Hi everyone! This is the last chapter of Requiem. Please note that the chapter is very mature. You have been warned.

The hot water felt like heaven.

Caroline tipped her face up, let the steady pressure wash away the rust and stain. The clinging scents of blood and alcohol, that lingering sweetness of death was pushed aside by the less tempting smell of honey. Bringing up her hands, she looked at the blood under her nails.

Downstairs, she could hear the sounds of Klaus snarling and she very determinedly ignored it, ignored him. Reaching for the soap, she attacked her hair with rough hands, chest hot with temper. She didn't know who she was more pissed at. Was that really how Klaus and Rebekah saw her - the morally uptight vampire from Mystic Falls? Wringing out her hair, Caroline ground her teeth.

Slaughter - absolute destruction, was a high. Letting the monster under her skin, the teeth that lived in her soul gorge on blood and flesh was a sensation she'd never been able to explain to her mom. To Bonnie. How could you describe an endless thirst, that ache that throbbed in your gums and burned down the back of your throat endlessly suddenly being gloriously sated?

She understood, Stefan. She knew how easy it was to flip that switch, to saturate in blood and death like the addicts they all were, incomparable monsters that feed on life, that lived for death.

Come to my slaughterhouse.

I'll paint us both red.

She was never going to be easy with that kind of slaughter, but she loved life.

Her life.

She heard her door open, yanked the towel viciously off the hook. Uncaring, she took the time to towel dry her hair before leaving her bathroom. So what if she was just wearing a towel, she hadn't invited him in.

"I'm not talking to you," Caroline said coolly. Klaus' eyes narrowed, body tense as he watched her. He hadn't showered yet, and the scent of blood was heavy between them.

"No, sweetheart? Should I expect the silent treatment?"

"You can get the hell out of my room," she informed him as she dropped her towel. Caroline ignored the way she could feel him still, that blazing intensity carving lines down her back as she pulled on a t-shirt and sleep shorts. She turned once she was covered, met the wildness behind his eyes and then dismissed him.

A low, angry noise rumbled in Klaus' chest. "Do not bait me, Caroline."

"Bait you?" She retorted, turning to face him. "That would actually require you to pay attention to what I was saying. You know, acknowledge the little thing called my opinion. And we both know you've done a piss poor job of that this evening."

Teeth bared, eyes glittering wolf-gold, he took a step in her direction. Caroline held up her hand and stared at him. "You've made your opinion perfectly clear, Klaus. Now here's mine. I don't want to look at you or talk to you right now. Leave."

For a moment, he stared at her with a face carved from stone. She didn't bend - chest hot, lungs crumpling - and he made a rough, furious noise before he turned away from her and did as she asked. She stood still until she heard his shower kick on, lower lip caught hard between her teeth.

Tonight was supposed to have been fun.

Shoulders rounding, hands scrubbing her face she took a moment to turn off all the lights before crawling into bed. It wasn't that she hadn't expected them to argue - they were both too stubborn for that. She just hadn't expected that tight, jaw clenched rejection.

Caroline hugged a pillow close and blinked rapidly. Stubbornly, she crawled under the covers and closed her eyes. Pressed her face hard into the mattress as the burning in her eyes persisted.

She had no idea how things had gotten so out of hand. One minute, she and Rebekah were out exploring the city after a bite to eat and then next they were ambushed. It had been a bloody fight - the vampires well coordinated, but none of them expected her to be threat and they hadn't brought a witch.

Not that it mattered.

"You bloody idiots," Rebekah snarled as she kicked a body. "Nik will burn this city to the ground."

"What?" Caroline demanded, wiping her face as best she could. Her monster was on full display, the violence a siren's song that she hadn't managed to fully block - her fangs sharp against her tongue. "What do you mean?"

Rebekah snorted, hand flinging out. "These vampires are between a century and perhaps three. There is only one vampire in this area old enough to have sired them. That he decided to attack me, the little prick, is unfortunate but that he did so while I was with you? Nik has been on edge ever since you were bitten, how have you not noticed?"

She swallowed. "But, surely..."

Cold eyes caught hers. "You need to put your precious, infantile morals aside and realize what kind of a statement this is Caroline."

That stung. Eyes narrowing, Caroline opened her mouth to snarl back but the air suddenly changed. Twisting around, she found Klaus standing in the entrance to the little alley.

His clothes were ripped, blood staining his beard, splattered across his face and darkening his riotous curls. The furious burn behind his eyes turned nearly incandescent as Klaus took them in; looking over their blood soaked clothing and the bodies around them. Gaze already wolf-gold, his rage became nearly palpable. Red and white streaked along his jaw, muscles and teeth grinding tightly together.

"Go back to the house," Klaus ground out, words bitten off. "I'll deal with this."

"How did you find us?" Caroline questioned, stunned at his appearance. Her monster liked what it saw, heat a low coil in her gut. But her confusion pushed that aside. Klaus was supposed to be home, working on a painting or whatever he did when they got out of his hair. Not here, blood a vibrant splash against his skin.

"Rebekah, take her home."

Something hot sat in her stomach, pushed up into her lungs. Ignoring the step Rebekah took in her direction, Caroline frowned at him. "Klaus - how did you know we were here?"

"The Bennett witch and I came to an agreement," Klaus said, words flat as he turned away from her. "The ambush at the house has been dealt with. Stay inside, Caroline."

Then he was gone.

Rebekah curled her hand around Caroline's forearm, tugged. "Let's go."

Caroline shook her off forcefully. Spinning, she faced her friend. "Did you know about this?"

"That he was monitoring your safety?" Rebekah shrugged. "After the disappearing act, and then later, getting yourself bitten? I'd have been more surprised if he hadn't."

"Did you know?"

"Yes," Rebekah said.

Caroline turned on her heels and stalked away, hands fisted tightly. The kick in her gut, it was so unexpected. So was the burning behind her eyes. Setting her teeth, she refused to cry.

"Caroline - having a temper tantrum can wait until we're home." Rebekah growled from behind her. "There were clearly two ambushes already planned - let's avoid a third."

She spun around, eyes blazing. "A temper tantrum? Finding out my best friend basically aided your brother in magically stalking me and being angry about it, is not a temper tantrum. I might be a young vampire but I'm not a child, Rebekah."

Rebekah took her fury as a chance to flash them the the house they were staying at, fingers steel bands around her wrist. Slamming the door shut, she rounded on Caroline.

"What did you honestly expected, Care?" Rebekah rolled her eyes. "Untwist your panties. Do you think Klaus has been killing most of the vampire population because he's bored? He's done it because he has this pathological need to keep you safe. Can you blame him? If you'd hesitated tonight, you'd have died, spell or no spell."

"I'm pissed because none of you asked me!" Caroline snapped. "Because not a single one of you thought to treat me like my opinion mattered! Do I want to be magically stalked? No. Would I be willing to discuss it, why it's necessary? Yes. I am not a thing, Rebekah, without thoughts or opinions and the last person who treated me that way I cut out of my life. So no, you think about that."

"Is that a threat?" Rebekah questioned, eyes flashing. "So willing to just walk away from my brother? From us?"

"I don't know, does my opinion matter? Do I get a say in when I can leave?" Caroline snapped. "Because clearly if the reasoning is good enough, those things don't count."

"Stop being dramatic," Rebekah ordered. "What did you expect from someone willing to cart us around in boxes? Not all of those times were ploys, Caroline."

The door slammed open and Klaus stalked in. He ignored the eyes boring into his back, reached for a drink. "We're leaving in the morning."

"Great, fashion week is approaching and I'm tired of this part of Europe." Rebekah replied, never taking her eyes from Caroline. "Let's stay at the villa."

"I'm not going anywhere with either of you until you tell me exactly what this spell is and then you bloody well take it off." Caroline ground out.

Rebekah froze. Klaus' head turned and Caroline met his gaze straight on. Refused to flinch from that flat, dangerous expression.

"The spell is non-negotiable."

"Take it off," Caroline demanded. How could this have been a good idea? Why would Bonnie even agree to it?

"That's not happening, sweetheart." Klaus said, tone dismissive. "It's not up for discussion."

Teeth grinding, Caroline stared back at him. "Then I imagine you and Rebekah can go to Milan on your own."

God, when was the last time she'd been that pissed? The last time she'd fought with Klaus? Sitting up on the bed, Caroline wiped her eyes, and let out a shaky breath. She hadn't cried over a boy since Tyler. Figured Klaus would be the one to open wounds in her chest she long thought had healed over. She hated feeling eighteen. Hated the tight feeling in her chest when other people took away her right to choose. Hated it.

The bedroom door swung open, and Caroline twisted, blinked to find Klaus striding into her room. Eyes narrowing, she scowled while he made a beeline straight for the bed.

"What are you doing?" Caroline demanded. "Which part of I don't want to look at you didn't you understand?"

"Enough, Caroline," Klaus said in a tight voice. "I've had enough."

The covers were tossed away and the world tilted, her words coming out in an oomph as her stomach hit the line of his shoulder. By the time she'd gotten her bearings, he was striding through the hall towards the bedroom he'd claimed as his.

"Put me down," she snarled, hands pressing into the flat of his back to rear up. The hold on her thighs tightened, fingers digging into muscle as he ignored her attempt to get loose.

"Gladly," Klaus said as he dropped her onto his bed. She bared her fangs and he smiled at her, a nightmare thing of teeth. "Better."

Then he headed to the door, slammed it shut as Caroline scrambled to her feet. "What the hell is your problem?"

"Right now?" Klaus questioned as he pulled his shirt over his head, leaving the lean expanse of his chest bare. "A certain blonde, pain in my ass."

Her mouth ran dry at the sight of him - dark jeans clinging to his hips, barefoot and his face flushed with temper as he stalked back to her. She sucked in a breath at the look behind his eyes, temper and arousal leaving her flushed.

"Don't you growl at me," Caroline warned. "You've already hit your limit on assholery tonight and that was before your reenactment of life as a caveman."

"And how did you think I would react? Feeling the warning, that split second of knowledge only to be delayed reaching you by the idiots who thought to kill me? To find you with the blood still dripping from your clothes?"

"A 'hey, are you alright, Caroline?'" She retorted, hands fisted tightly. "That would have been nice. If I'd have had time to think about it, I would have fully expected you to do your crazy, over protective, hybrid routine, but maybe I should have expected the asshole. Isn't that your default setting?"

His lips peeled away from his teeth as he snarled. "In two months, you've been hunted, bitten and attacked. Now, what remains of those who think they can challenge my family tried to kill you. This time, you survived because they underestimated Rebekah. Tell me, Caroline, how should I have reacted? Do you know how it feels, after centuries of knowing your family is near indestructible for your heart to suddenly beat outside your body?"

She stepped back and he followed, face stark as he refused to give her any space. "No, I will not apologize for wanting you safe. I will not bend where your safety is concerned."

Caroline placed both hands on his chest and shoved. He didn't budge. "That's not why I'm pissed, you unbelievable ass!"

"No?" Klaus caught her wrists, tugged her into his chest. "Then why this temper, love? Why the tears?"

She dug her nails into his skin and glared. "You ignored me. You didn't care about what I thought, my opinion. Do you know how much it sucks, realizing that?"

"I assure you, Caroline, I did nothing of the sort."

"Really? Then that dismissive attitude was what? Do you think I don't know you're paranoid?" She shifted as far as his grip allowed, stared at the stone of his expression. "Did you imagine in that thick, stubborn head of yours that I would have taken well you deciding this for me? Would it have been so damn hard to just ask? To explain?"

"And what would have said, sweetheart, had I laid out my plan? If I had offered you the choice?"

"I might have said yes!"

His eyes narrowed, disbelief crawling across his face. "Really, love? That simple?"

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Caroline demanded. "I know you and I know your paranoia and I know how you think. You said it's a warning? What does that mean, what is it tied to? God, maybe Rebekah was right. Maybe I should have expected this I just..."

"You what?" Klaus managed, jaw right.

She smiled bitterly. "But it all comes down to you believing me, doesn't it? No one else believes I know my own mind, why should you? I'm just a baby vampire, after all. What could I possibly understand."

Klaus laughed at her. "Age? Ten years, a century are mere moments. A thousand years, and you'll still be at the beginning of your existence. Dismissive? Looking at you, skin wet and blood hot, do you know what I wanted? To bring you the mangled corpses of our enemies, to strip you naked and lick the rust from your skin; to taste the war on your tongue, to sate the creatures beneath my skin on the feast you wore like armor."

Caroline froze, lips parting as he stared at her, grip bruising.

"Oh no, little love." Klaus purred, pressing into her space, releasing her hands to grip her hip, pull her flush again at his chest, hand tangling in her hair. "I want to wreck you. These hands stained black, I want on my skin; your mocking eyes, I want focused only on me; I want to gorge on your taste. My patience lies in tatters. Do you want me, Caroline?"

She swallowed, hard.

He watched from beneath his lashes, gaze predatory. "Yes or no, Caroline. No more boundaries, no more thinking. Just you and me."

Caroline stared at him, the iron behind his eyes. Felt the way his hands gripped, the unrelenting line of his jaw. Waiting, for her. Again, offering her everything. The world. His homes. His heart. Offered from hybrid teeth and an ancient soul. If she would just take it. Grip him - this nightmare that infuriated her, drove her crazy with emotion no one else came close to managing - with both hands and promise to just hang on.

Her fingers curled into his shirt and Caroline bared her teeth. "Yes."

Smile feral, he dragged his hand up her ribs and she shivered. His fingers fisted in the collar of her shirt, and he tore it down the middle; the hand at her hip pulled her flush against him, until her breasts pressed nearly flat against his chest. She gasped at the sudden sensation, the contact searing against her nipples and his mouth caught hers; tongue sliding slick and hot.

There were no words as he tumbled them onto the bed, his mouth open and persuasive before she'd stopped bouncing. His hands glided across her back, along her sides as his lips memorized hers. Senses singing, Caroline arched her back to rub her breasts against his chest. The low, guttural noise as he lifted his head sent a shot of heat straight to her throbbing clit.

Gaze catching hers, Klaus tugged her sleep shorts away from her hips and down her legs. He paused, near her calves to trace the line of an ankle. "I adore your legs, Caroline. I've imagined them over my shoulders, around my hips since that day in the forest. Hawaii was a too quick an indulgence."

Caroline blew out a breath at the memory of his mouth, struggle not to squirm as he continued to draw slow patterns on her leg. "So you've said."

His eyes gleamed as his lashes hooded his gaze, tongue flickering across his lower lip. "You doubt me?"

"That you like my body? No."

Klaus laughed low in his throat, bending to kiss her knee. His hands went for his zipper, jeans joining her sleep shorts as he spoke. "Oh, sweetheart. A man likes a dress, he likes a smile. You, spread before me aroused and wet, pretty breasts flushed is such decadence. A sinner's feast, and love, I've made sin an art."

Scalding kisses and hotter flicks of his tongue painted her knees, her thighs. His fingertips dragged across her skin as he alternated legs, palms skimming in broad strokes. He took his time, lingering to suck, teeth nibbling the places that left her mewling. Curls clung to her neck, the sweat-damp valley of her chest as she moved against his hold.

"Would you like my mouth against your clit, sweetheart?" Klaus asked, voice low and rough. "My tongue?"

"Yes," Caroline panted, shuddering as fingertips traced the crease of hip and thigh. He followed the pattern with his tongue, hands shifting to hold her thighs apart. Caroline's spine melted into the mattress, fingers sliding into his curls, fisting in the sheet. Breathless, panting moans as Klaus kissed across her abdomen, teased her inner thigh with his stubble.

"I remember your tongue in much more interesting places in Hawaii," Caroline complained and he nipped lightly.

"So impatient," he teased, dipping his chin to lick teasingly across her clit. She shuddered, hand tightening in her hair.

"I'll remember this," she threatened, even as her hips rolled against the next velvet slide.

Klaus lifted his head, made a pleased, indulgent sound. "Your lips around my cock, your defiant tongue against my shaft? The torture fantasies are made of, love. Let's see if I can entreat you to mercy."

He sealed his mouth against her clit and teased her with his tongue. Two fingers pressed along her slit, pushed into the hot sheath of her muscles. Caroline's spine arched, hips held flat by his hand as he slowly edged her towards orgasm. She scrambled for sanity, her focus narrowed to the wet strokes of his tongue, the push and pull of his fingers; the glorious way they curled along her walls, rubbing against nerves that left her writhing.

She came with her toes curled in the sheets, body arched into his hands, breath a sobbing moan in her throat, his name on her lips. He licked her through her orgasm and only eased when she tugged on his curls, the pleasure almost painful.

Those blue eyes streaked gold caught hers as his fingers dug into her hips. She had a moment to suck in a breath and then he pulled her sweat-slick body across the sheets, hesitating only to align their hips before he thrust into the hot clamp of still trembling muscles.

"Oh god," she gasped, even as her legs wound around his hips, body grinding against at his. "Klaus."

He kissed the curve of her breasts, words whispered in low, rich tones she didn't know - but the tone. Hands digging into his shoulders, nails dragging against his skin Caroline lost herself in the rough rhythm of his thrusts, the words he breathed against her skin; the way his fingers dug in hard enough to bruise, adding an unexpected layer of sensation until the winding coil of it broke her open.

"I dreamed of this," he panted against her skin, his release still vibrating in the roughness of his voice.

"I'll admit to thinking about it once or twice," Caroline breathed.

Klaus' head lifted, gaze predator sharp for all that he'd just come. "Did you think of me Caroline, when you touched these pretty breasts?"

Her lashes flickered, a soft noise catching in her throat as his cock twitch, still inside her. She licked her lips as his eyes dropped to her mouth. "Yes."

"Show me."

"Have a thing for watching, Klaus?" She meant her words to be light and teasing, but they came out a throaty rasp.

His lips curled, eyes dragging down her throat to trace her breasts. "To watch you take your own pleasure, with these hands I crave on my skin? I've thought of it. Fantasized. To see all your face, framed by your wild hair with your monsters teeth in a mirror? Your perfect ass cradled against my hips, my hands holding you steady while you tease yourself? Have you watched yourself flush, imagined the slide of wet fingers, the clumsy stroke of your thumb?"

She sucked in a deep breath at the way he hardened inside her, hips moving just enough to tease the fullness along her muscles. Watching those unblinking eyes, she rocked her hips against his, moaned as her hands slid up her abdomen to cup her breasts. Klaus' lips parted, erection just drawing out to slide back in - an agonizingly slow thrust. Lashes heavy, she played with her breasts, toyed with sensitive nipples until his control broke; his lips sucking hard and lewd against her nipple. Caroline pushed her breast against his mouth, fingers tugging desperately at the other while he reached between them and teased her clit.

"More, more, more," she begged, and he pulled back to thrust hard and deep; fingers pinching her clit roughly as teeth grazed sensitive skin. Legs a vice around his waist Caroline screamed through the orgasm, moaning as Klaus followed her. Bones heavy, she grunted as he rolled and pulled her against his chest. Fingers tangling, she thought about demanding a shower, but her eyes were already closing as Klaus soothed a hand along her back, chest rumbling low and content under her ear.

Caroline woke to Klaus laying slow, soft kisses along her spine. A low, pleased noise escaped her as she stretched and he responded with the edge of his teeth. Humming, she slowly opened her eyes to look at Klaus.

He'd obviously been awake for some time.

"You look happy," she murmured.
lazy fingertips wrapped around his wrist, anchored her to the disheveled and sexy hybrid watching her.

"Yes," His lips curved, dimples flirting. "My fingers itch to draw you like this, hair a wild tumble of color; skin so beautifully bare for my eyes. Yet, here I am, loath to leave you to find a pen and paper."

"No naked drawings," Caroline murmured, cheeks flushing pink.

Klaus dipped his head, kissed her shoulder. "I would keep this moment mine. My pretty little vampire, sleep flushed and grumbly first thing in the morning."

"I'm not grumbly," Caroline protested.

"No?" Klaus questioned, sliding his hand through her hair. "If you say so, love."

Rolling her eyes, she closed her eyes before speaking. "What is the spell?"

Klaus went still next to her. "Caroline..."

"No more boundaries," she repeated. "Both ways or not at all."

When he finally spoke, his words were low. "It's a warning."

"For who?" Caroline asked, lashes parting so she could look at him. His jaw worked, but he answered.

"For me. I can't cage you, as much as I'd wish. Your witch friend was very determined that I be very limited in what the spell offered." Klaus glanced away, cheekbones stark. "I will not apologize."

"You should have told me."

"I imagine it won't be the last time we argue about it," Klaus said with a shrug, but his eyes met hers, serious. "Regretting your choice?"

Caroline rolled onto her back, ignored the glitter behind his gaze as she kept the sheet in place. "Klaus... I'm angry because for most of my life, people tried to limit my choices. Sometimes it was with love, other times it was to benefit themselves or someone else. Do you understand?"

His chin dipped, lashes hooding his gaze. "I won't promise to consult you about everything. The same as won't consult me."

"I know," Caroline murmured, reaching for his jaw to trace his stubble. "But it's important that for the big things, we both try."

"This will be difficult for both of us," Klaus warned.

"I know," she bit her lip, considered him. The broody line of his mouth, his tense shoulders. "But do I regret this, you? No."

He arched one brow, head canted to the side, but said nothing as he looked at her. Amused, she brushed her fingers across his lips. "Waiting was never about not wanting you, Klaus. I've wanted you since I was eighteen and you promised me the world, loath as I was to admit it."

Klaus caught her hand, kissed her palm. "I know."

"Don't be an ass," Caroline said firmly, but her eyes stayed soft. "It's terrifying, seeing your eternity at eighteen."

He moved, straddling her suddenly, arms bracketing her head as he bent over her mouth. "You love me."

Caroline arched both her brows, "Assumption."

He bit her lip, licked until her mouth opened, her hands tangling in his hair. "Caroline."

She smiled at him, moved to cup his jaw. She couldn't tease him. Not when his gaze glittered, jaw a tight line of words he refused to say. Not when the sting of their argument was fresh, driven by his need to protect, to keep her safe. She'd no doubt that they'd have this fight dozens of times during their lives. She was looking forward to it.

"Of course I love you."

Those ancient eyes slid shut, everything so perfectly still. When his lashes parted, a pit had opened behind his gaze, darkness sliding over her face, devouring every inch of her expression. So possessive, her hybrid, the feral greed of him evident as he bent his head and kissed her again. There was no burning seduction from last night, no bruising hands, but his body gave her no quarter. Gliding fingertips and searching palms, his tongue a filthy caress against her skin - Klaus explored every line until the sheets ripped under her hands, stroked her with his cock until her voice broke and every part of her begged.

Until his name was a sob against her lips.

Then he cuddled her close, breath hot and uneven against her skin. She dozed that way, head pillowed on his arm, legs tangled with his, the tips of his fingers gliding across her skin.

"We should get up," Caroline murmured finally, voice lacking any desire to do so.

"Nonsense," Klaus breathed against her hair.

"Klaus..."

"Caroline, love, I have little intention of leaving this bed anytime soon." Klaus cupped her breast, teased her nipple just to feel her arch; the curve of her ass moving against his cock. "Mmm, your body doesn't seem inclined to agree with you."

"I want to show you something," Caroline gasped out. He paused, tugged lightly at her nipples just to hear her protest before his fingertips smoothed across her skin, no longer seeking to tease.

"Oh?"

Biting her lip, she glanced at him. "You need to let me up."

Both brows arching, he sighed but did as she asked. His gaze followed her as she crawled off of the bed; watched with displeasure as she pulled on his discarded shirt. She caught his huff, rolled her eyes.

"Don't give me that look. You tore mine."

"And I'll greatly enjoy peeling that one from your skin," Klaus told her, tongue wetting his lips. "Why do you need clothes?"

"Because I need to get something from my bag and I'd prefer not to give someone an eyeful."

"Hurry back, then."

She laughed, but did as he asked, returning holding a carefully folded piece of paper. He'd sat up, sheets pulled over his lap as he watched her settle cross-legged, worrying her bottom lip. Amused, Klaus tugged her across the blanket and onto his lap.

"You're blushing."

"Shut up," she mumbled, fingertips hesitating over the old notebook paper. She settled a little more firmly against his chest before unfolding the aged paper. She looked at the slightly faded words and swallowed. She knew, he'd understand what this was and the importance. But not even Bonnie knew about this list, the quietly painful secret she'd kept close.

Klaus kissed the skin of her shoulder left bare by the collar of his shirt. "What's this?"

"My list," Caroline said simply. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, licked her lips. "For my mom."

Understanding softened the line of his jaw. He reached forward, touched the edge of the paper with fingertips softer than her own. Barcelona was marked off, but the other destinations written in her careful hand were left untouched; ordered dreams that remained unfulfilled.

"I didn't want to see these alone, you know? Mom was the most important person in my life and when she died..."

"Sweetheart," Klaus murmured, voice low and gentle. "What do you need?"

"I'd like to start here," Caroline said, stroking across a location. Rolling her lip between her teeth, she turned to look at him. Offered him this piece of herself she'd kept tucked away; knowing he'd keep it safe.

"Come with me?"

The End

I just wanted to write a quick thank you for joining me on this journey. Requiem of Fire was my first Klaroline fic, and I don't think I would have stayed in this fandom long if I hadn't met such lovely, and amazing people. There are far to many to say thank you to - from encouragements to well meaning threats - but thanks guys. You're the best!