Power and control,
I'm gonna make you fall.
Power and control,
I'm gonna make you fall.

-Marina and the Diamonds, Power & Control

It was a predicament. She wanted to run and get away from this nightmare, block out and forget everything that happened that night but her body betrayed her and she was stuck like a sitting duck. The boy meanwhile was tracing her lips with his thumb, staring at her in fascination. She trembled as he smiled and leaned closer.

"You're very beautiful," He remarked. "Almost too much ."

Hearing a compliment from a monster was not reassuring. Sure, when his fangs and eyes weren't bloodshot, he was handsome. With his dark hair and eyes, perfect pale skin and delicate features. He looked like an angel, abandoned by heaven and swallowed by evil. The perfect boy she'd always dreamed about meeting but not like this, never like this.

"My name's Kol by the way," He continued. "What's yours?"

She couldn't speak, too terrified and she stared at him like a scared rabbit. Her eyes wide and her teeth biting into her lower lip so hard it drew blood. His thumb swiped over the droplet and he brought it to his mouth, tasting her. He seemed satisfied but his eyes were red again.

Oh no, not again! She scrambled to get away, crawling backwards on her hands and knees but his hand wrapped around her ankle and he pulled her back with surprising strength like she was just a rag dog. Caroline wasn't any means fat but she wasn't light either. She wanted to scream but it was stuck in her throat.

"Now, now, come down, my sweet," He tried to assure her. "It'll be alright. I've fed enough for now, I won't bite you."

His features returned to their perfect handsomeness. She watched in confusion as he bit into his wrist and offered it to her like it was a lollipop. What was it her mother had told her as a child? Never accept things from strangers.

"Come on now," He coaxed. "Drink. It'll help,"

She stared at him like he was crazy. Drink his blood? She'd read way too much vampire literature to know that couldn't be good. She shook her head and he sighed in aggravation, taking hold at the back of her hand with his non-bleeding wrist.

He pulled on her hair and she yelped, his wrist shoved on her mouth and she swallowed as blood flowed into her throat. It tasted bitter like copper pennies and she suddenly felt better, stronger. He pulled away after a minute, satisfied. She touched her neck and found the puncture marks gone saved for the dried blood there. Her limbs no longer quacking and sluggish, she tried to stand up.

She was still a little woozy and the vampire caught her with a hand to her waist, she leaned against him heavily like a damsel, mentally noticing the lean muscle underneath his clothes. He looked down at her, so much taller than her and stared into her eyes. She suddenly felt light, like floating, her mind no longer clouded with thought. "What year is it?"

"2011,"

He seemed surprised. "What? That means I've been asleep for…a century and more," He scowled unhappily, kicking the dagger on the floor with his foot. "I'm going to kill that bastard!"

Kill who? She wanted to ask but she restrained herself. She just watched as he seethed, muttering things underneath his breath as he plotted his revenge against someone. She wondered who he was so angry at. Why he'd been buried underneath the church for what he seemed to be more than a century.

"Caroline,"

He turned back to her, surprised, stopping his plotting. "What?"

"My name is Caroline." She explained.

He considered her and nodded. "Pretty name for a pretty girl,"

His words made her giggle. Oh, she thought she was pretty. She felt mindless, fearless and she wanted to tell him he was pretty too. Like really pretty! He looked like a Renaissance painting come to life.

He cupped her face with the hand that wasn't holding her up. "Come, my sweet. Let us leave this dark place. I've spent more than enough time here."

She held on to him as they descended up the stairs, his arm around her like they were an intimate, loving couple. They went up the basement and into the marble floors of the church. Moonlight drifted into the rooms, illuminating it and giving it that haunted feeling.

"Congeler! Que faites-vous ici? (Freeze! What are you doing here?)" A voice stopped them, a guard came approaching them and looking furious. "Ne savez-vous pas que vous êtes intrusion? (Don't you know you are trespassing?)"

Kol rolled his eyes, glaring unhappily at the guard like he was a cockroach underneath his feet. The guard kept talking. Shouting at them in French until Kol finally had enough and moved like a blur, so fast in the blink of an eye he was in front of the guard. The guard stopped talking and stared at him wide –eyed.

"Que l'-"

And then Kol was biting into his neck, sucking the life out of him, dropping to the ground when he was drained, dead. Caroline stared at the corpse of the guard and then back at Kol, his perfect mouth bloody and red. He walked towards her in human speed, smiling and cupped her cheek, staring at the way the moonlight illuminated her.

"Are you going to kill me?" She asked quietly, in a whimper. It sounded almost pleading.

He caressed her cheek and leaned in towards her, his lips brushing her ear. "Not yet."

She melted against him as his body closed around her, wrapping around her petite form and his head pulled back to kiss her, his mouth vicious but soft. He was demanding, not asking for a response and she responded, moaning when he bit into her lip. Not hard but firm. It was a passionate kiss, too much and her head began to swim as the oxygen was deprived from her.

He stopped when she felt herself begin to faint, his hand on the back of her neck, patting her soft, blonde hair. He smiled at her and it felt light. "Come now, sweetheart. Show me this new world of yours."

With his hand in hers, she led him out of the dark church and into the dark knight, the streets abandoned as they made their way to what destination she wasn't sure. He stared at all the street lamps and parked cars like he was a small boy lost in Neverland. He looked intrigued, his eyes fresh. She smiled at him and tightened her hold on him, never letting go.

Continued due to threats I've been receiving. Compulsion is a lot of fun. Have you noticed something? Kol always calls Caroline 'sweetheart' or a variation of in my stories, never 'love'. It's because I believe that belongs to Klaroline, I don't want to steal.