0o Be My Doll o0

Birds flew in the sky, tweeting happily about their freedom.

Caroline stared at them; her irises held no life. She was about to die in the hands of monster ruler. That's all she knew as she stood at the window, waiting and welcoming her death.

She denied a monster, and landed herself in front the most powerful man. It was going to be a mess, but she had no regrets whatsoever.

The clicking sound of the door brought her to the real world.

Klaus neither stepped inside nor let go of the door knob for a minute or two, as he scrutinized her.

"Do you know why I came to see you again?"

Caroline shrugged. "Probably to kill me or to torture the life out of me."

Klaus might have decided what to do with her. He stepped inside and left the door open. "And why is that?"

"Because I have attacked one of your people, and it is not what I was trained for."

It was purely magical that she was speaking for him, when she determined not to respond to them. Words over silence had never done good for her.

Klaus could have differentiated her behaviour. Observant, he appeared like a calm person. Calm before the storm? She did not know. Honestly she was not even afraid.

"You have anything to say about that?" he asked for the second time. In front of his people, she did not open her mouth. There was no change this time either. She thought he would be annoyed from her silence, but he moved to one of the chairs and settled down. "I'm all ears."

He wanted to listen to her, that was unusual for slaves.

Caroline kept her eyes on the ground. Moments flew by and none of them spoke.

"It is not wise to keep an Original waiting." He suggested in impassive tone. "Consequences are not entertaining, I say."

Caroline sucked in air before meeting his curious yet dark stare.

He was another beast eager for the plaything.

She wanted to tell she had stopped worrying forever ago. He could kill her for all she cared.

Instead she found herself asking him. "And if I provide truth, what would happen?"

Klaus started to smile, appeared like a bad omen. "I will consider facets of situation and see the justice served as per."

To that she snorted, looking away momentarily. "Perhaps you will be generous enough to let me live."

Klaus sped in front of her, and that was an impulsive move. She backed off as a chill of fear crept in her spine. It had been quite long she got that feeling of terror. Especially the way he looked down at her.

They did not call him dangerous for simple reasons, she thought.

Reaching for her lips, he cooed. "Your tongue works magic. I wonder what else it can do." With much difficulty she swallowed bundle in her throat, and observed his moves. "Why don't you enlighten me with the truth, hm?" His fingers moved further to her neck, tapping gently on her pulse, and he regarded her reaction.

Probably her eyes reflected terror, which pleased him.

And Caroline spoke, her voice strained. "He prepared to lay hands on ten year old in front of my eyes. I fought it from happening." She referred the vampire she attacked. "I—I was imprisoned for that."

That was fact. But Klaus seemed to hardly believe that.

"I was told the other way," he muttered.

"The other way." She repeated. "His view."

Caroline breathed out loudly, as she peeled her fluttering gaze away. She did not understand why he bothered to ask, but he did. And she opened mouth not because she could get away with the crime, but he asked.

Klaus leaned in, pressed the tip of nose to her neck line. Caroline closed her eyes, preparing herself to face the wrath.

End it, end it, end it.

End the misery.

Maybe she would have said those words out loud. She felt his smile warming up her skin pleasantly. Then he kissed. She trembled.

"It would be such a waste to destroy," he murmured, almost to himself. Staring at her, Klaus smirked. "What is your name again?"

"Caroline."

"Caroline." He repeated huskily. "Tell me Caroline: Do you want to get back to your owner?"

"The slaves have liberty to make decisions since when?"

She was not supposed to talk to the master like that. But he did not own her yet.

Klaus' smile widened in a way that could haunt the weakest souls. "Bring it in." He called for someone.

One of the servants brought a red velvet box. The vampire ruler took it and dismissed him. Klaus traced the opening of that box and met her cautious stare. "They train so well that you slaves barely showed signs of life." Arrogance oozed out of his words, and the twinkle of mischief never left his stormy blue eyes for even one second. "And then you are here."

Caroline felt something snap inside. Probably the chains on her anger broke because of his exhibited comportment.

Her feelings might have displayed well on her face. Rare for a slave, and inappropriate that she uncurled upper lip.

Squinting at her he spoke, pleased and challenging her in return. "That's what I'm talking about."

Soon as she realised she had gone far with an Original vampire, the Hybrid who maintained a city of army, she lowered her gaze and became what she was meant to be.

A slave.

That's what she was.

"I apologize for the unexpected behavior. I won't repeat it again." Her words were mechanical.

"Unexpected, but this is what I'm expecting." He threw back almost instantly. "I would be truly disappointed if you had turned out common, and then had to get rid of you myself."

Caroline let that sink in gradually. And he did not wait.

"I wonder, it is going to be real fun to deal with the old you."

Soft sound escaped her involuntarily. "Which had died and never comes back."

"I would like to prove you wrong."

"I was broken beyond repair."

"Was it challenge I heard in your voice, sweetheart?"

Caroline simply stared at him, her eyes were void like always.

He liked to play. Although something said he was not planning to go back on his decisions - to build her again.

Neither had she objected, nor accepted right away.

She would like to see.

And she had seen all the way. From slave to being a possession.

Caroline could not see difference really. Once again she regarded him with empty look in her room.

When she was asked to dress up pretty for their evening walk in the streets of New Orleans, Caroline had remembered the walk after he had claimed her as his slave. A cream colored fabric had hugged her like second skin, nothing beneath, and he had made sure it was strapless to elevate his collar around her neck. Now a fresh bite mark replaced the glitters. She wore a dress similar to that of her first time.

However, it appeared like he did not appreciate this time.

"That is way too revealing to my liking, sweetheart." He commented, closing the gap with three long strides and reached for her cleavage. She did not even flinch when he discarded the material by tearing with bare hands.

A very naked Caroline was perplexed, and parted lips while gasp came out from his fondling her breast and kissing on her neck. Her core throbbed in familiar sensation, as his arm tightened around her.

"This time I plan to show off little differently." He murmured before grazing her skin.

Hardly Caroline could balance herself let alone grasping his words. With his support she managed it.

"Klaus." She would have either begged him or warned him not to tease, when his fingers started working on her.

If it was the latter that would be a surprise. For her.

"What is it?" he index finger traced her hip bone. Then he smiled, purely raw. "I tell you what. Let us continue this later, sweetheart."

Caroline shot him another look, full of questions. He had been messing up with her through evening.

Klaus' did not stop smiling as he quit, and within no time a lady brought in box.

Caroline was draped in rich purple silk, that precisely reached to her knees. That woman styled Caroline's hair into bun leaving her neck and shoulders bare. Except for the eyes and lips, not an inch of her face was touched.

She remained simple yet lovely by the time Klaus returned.

Watching her with hooded eyes, he bent mouth into one of his darkest smiles.

A walk on the streets in the city was nearly suicide for commoners.

Caroline had composure despite her situation. Though she was not worried because she had already done this thing before.

Previously as a slave almost exposing her body with some dazzling dollar around her neck. Now with a dash of class she was walking beside Klaus.

"Ever since I established reign over this city I had stopped going for silly parades with slaves." He spoke while Caroline toyed with the diamond engraved bracelet around her wrist which he had given earlier. "About time, love."

She pondered for a moment. He meant for centuries he had not shown his possessions to his crowds.

Oh. In fact that surprised her.

"I was told I'm the only human to live this long with you."

"True." His smile was mischievous. "Now I plan to keep you alive no matter what."

Caroline did not want to be a subject of hope. She was not feeling, was she?

There was a small party at one of the bars to which he took her. She had recognized few faces, while the others were falling into either new vampire category or the slave group.

"Klaus Mikaelson!" she heard gasps from the corners. People were making way for them. She kept her eyes on the floor most of the time despite she was walking beside him.

"You don't need to bring snack when you attend my party."

Only little number of people could speak to Klaus in that tone, and Marcel was one of them.

Marcellus Gerard the subject of Klaus' interest or Caroline would call him legal heir of the ancient Hybrid, was one of the cool headed vampires. Yet the stories of him demolishing a witch clan wasn't forgotten. In fact he learnt it from his mentor, Klaus.

Klaus responded with his signature smile, but didn't put any word. Instead he led the younger male into another room for some privacy. She thought it was to discuss about any possible threats for the ruler or his place.

Sticking to one of the corners, Caroline kept to herself. She avoided eye-contact with anyone to prevent unfavourable scenes, she ignored whimpers of the prey.

But her isolation didn't go longer.

Two vampires approached on either side. One of them had serpentine smile, while the other looked hungry.

"So, you are the slave Klaus has been hiding from everyone?" one purred unpleasantly.

"I see no collar around her neck. He must have been bored." The other one wondered.

The first one found mark on her neck, and tensed. "She's marked."

"That would stop me?" the second guy scoffed. Immediately Caroline understood he was newly turned vampire. He wasn't aware of boundaries of his kind.

"It had to." Klaus replied from behind inspected a piece of wood before he threw at the youngling, aimed his gut, and it sent him crying, groaning on the floor.

People around them stopped their actions to catch up what was going on.

Klaus extended hand for Caroline, which she took quickly. He pulled her beside him and addressed the crowd.

"Take a look at her, all of you." He posed dramatically. "Tomorrow if she walks alone on the road, I want you all remember that she belongs to Klaus Mikaelson. Caroline is her name." Then he turned to the vampires who tried to mess with her. "Spread the news, will you?"

Not waiting for response, he led her out as people gave space.

It took minutes to find her voice again.

"You left me there on purpose, didn't you?" she waited to meet his eyes.

His chuckle came first. "I appreciate you are reading me well." Then he looked her in the eyes and confirmed. "Yes, I had it planned."

"Why?" slightly she became curious.

A full-smile that was cold enough to bestow nightmares tugged at his lips. "Because that will send message."

0o Be My Doll o0

I was moody when I started this chapter, and this is outcome. Let me know your thoughts.

Take care =)