Blowing out a deep breath Caroline prepared herself for the inevitable look and questions that were sure to follow her opening Klaus's home as though it were hers.

"Hey Bonnie," I said breezily trying to ignore the tight ball in her stomach.

"Care, what is going on?" Bonnie whispered walking through the door way. "I get this weird call from Klaus, about your relationship? Since when do you and Klaus have a relationship?"

"In here Bonnie, and you can direct those questions to me, as I am sure Caroline would much rather not answer." Klaus smooth voice floated through the entry hall.

Shooting Caroline an exasperated look Bonnie followed her into the huge living area where the devil himself stood waiting. Lounging on the couch he looked up at them as they walked slowly in. "So Bonnie, why don't you tell me what you found out? Why am I craving Caroline's blood?"

"You're craving my blood?! When were you planning on telling me this?" Caroline turned quickly to face him, furious. "You put my life in danger, yet with every breath you take claim to be only protecting me?"

Flicking her an annoyed glance Klaus answered, "Enough Caroline. Why give you more ammunition towards me? And I don't want to kill you, I want to…taste you. Like you did me earlier. Shall we tell Bonnie about that episode?"

Feeling the blush creep up her neck and into her face, Caroline stalked over to the giant window wrapping her arms around herself in comfort.

"Okay, you guys are creeping me out. All I know is you," she said pointing at Klaus. "Called me asking about werewolf mates and if it would apply to you…"
"Did you just say mates? Like animals?" Caroline interrupted her face shocked.

"Let me finish, Care," Bonnie crossed over and put an arm around Caroline. "I don't know what's going on with you and Klaus. I do know that he is a psycho killer who hasn't cared about anyone except himself in over a thousand years, until you come into the picture. You don't find that odd?" Without waiting for an answer she continued. "I brought some books about the werewolf mating process, but as you figured Klaus, there is nothing about a hybrid mating. If Care, is your mate, then it would explain your patience with her, and inability to kill her."

"Maybe not kill me, but let's not forget the emotional distress he has provided, or the fact that he has almost killed me twice. TWICE, Bonnie, how would a 'mate' do that?" Almost hysterical Caroline could feel tears welling in her eyes at her frustration. The emotions surging through her ranged from relief at knowing what pulled her toward this dark man and at the same time despair. If she was his 'mate', if this whole thing was real then she wasn't getting away. So why did she feel alright with that?

"Caroline sweetheart, let's save the dramatics for when we are alone. Bonnie," he focused on the small witch. "Continue."

"Right, well there is no 'ceremony' or right/wrong way to do this, you won't turn into a hybrid as well or anything like that. It mainly means you are 'it' for each other. Everything is not only heightened, but there is uh, a chance of other side effects besides what you are already feeling Klaus."

"And what about what Caroline isn't feeling?" Klaus asked impatiently.

"How do you know she isn't feeling it? She's just fighting it, not allowing it to develop," Bonnie explained.

"Would you both please stop talking about me like I'm not hear? Seriously." Caroline huffed.

" Calm down, I'm just trying to help, and tell you what to expect. As you continue your er sexual relationship the urge to bite each other will develop. It's a dominate gesture and allows the male to reassert himself. Since Klaus biting you would obviously cause a painful death you would be … biting him back." Bonnie shifted her weight from foot to foot obviously uncomfortable. "Klaus's instincts towards you will also just get stronger. Jealousy, possession, dominance all of that will start coming out in spades as your bodies/souls recognize each other."

"Are you telling me he could get moreof control with me than he already is?" Carolines eyes went huge. "I really don't know if I could take that." She sat down heavily eyes unfocused.

"Oh I don't know, love, I think you are taking everything I give you quite...well." Klaus smirked in her direction.

"Okay how about ew. Can we leave the sexual innuendos for when I am not here please?" Bonnie asked twisting her face in disgust. "Look, I'm still figuring this whole thing out. A lot of the information I am getting is spotty, and unreliable. Werewolves have mates but they don't always find them. And this could be something else entirely, it's just a theory for now."

Clapping his hands together Klaus stood, "Well thank you Bonnie, please come back with any information you may come in contact with. I believe you know the way out, and Bonnie?"

Pausing in her flight out the door Bonnie turned her head slowly. "Yes?"

"Let's keep what we have learned here, to ourselves, shall we?"

Twisting her mouth into a semblance of a smile Bonnie nodded. "Of course. And I expect I'll see Caroline...?" She trailed off waiting for Klaus to finish her sentence.

"You'll see her around I'm sure. Now I am sure you have other things to do, besides hang around here." He look pointedly toward the direction of the door.

WIth out another back words glance Bonnie walked through the front door, leaving the grand home she threw herself into her car, whipped out her cell phone and dialed the first number that came to mind.

"You will never believe where I just was..."

"I am not your mate. That just sounds like something out of a bad romance novel." Caroline was speaking numbly, she was still struggling with to many emotions to make much sense out of what she had just heard. "I don't feel anything toward you, so how I can be your mate? I feel disgust, and hate, and..."

"Caroline, if you continue insulting me I'll break that very fine thread holding my temper right now. And then not only will you be sorry, but your very delicious ass will be too. Understood?"

"Are you threatening to spank me?" she gasped out.

"I don't threaten first of all. Second you don't feel only disgust and hate or you wouldn't have been panting out my name only a short time ago. " Crossing over to her he stared down at her bowed blonde head. "Look at me, love." She raised her head slowly. "You feel more than you want to admit. You're scared, and upset with yourself for liking it." Hunkering down so he was eye level with her he caught a strand of her curly hair and twirled it between his thick fingers. " Let it go. Enjoy the sensation of having the most powerful creature on earth feel for you. Instead of hating it, revel in it. Realize the power that comes with it, how many men could actually lay the world at your feet? I'm offering you that and more."

She broke eye contact. "I need a shower."

Veiling the disappointment in his eyes he stood up. "Of course, how remiss of me. I believe you know the way. Don't take long we have plans today."

"You mean you're taking me out of the house? Be still my heart," She replied sarcastically.

"Careful sweetheart. You're treading that thin line again."

Rolling her eyes Caroline stood and before she could toe the line again took off in the direction of the staircase.

Upstairs Caroline pushed the heavy door open into the bathroom, trying not to enjoy the splendid gaudiness of the shower. Sheer glass rose from the floor encasing a shower big enough for three, with amber colored stone gracing the inside with bronze handlings. Pushing the shower into the 'hot' direction she pushed her jeans down and lifted her top. Stepping closer to the mirror she studied her reflection. She kept expecting to look different now, she felt different. She felt...alive. Guiltily alive she reminded herself sternly.

"The shower is behind you, sweetheart." A droll voice said from the doorway.

Jumping she whirled around with one hand to her heart. "Jeez, do you always have to sneak up on me? I wanted a private shower."

Quirking a brow he stared at her. "You need to work on your vampire skills, love. I was hardly 'sneaking'. As for your private shower it's my shower, and you're my possession so I think I can do what I like. Now...continue." He waved a hand in the air.

Furious that he wouldn't even allow her this small pleasure alone she walked past the door to the shower. "Any privacy I give you Caroline, is mine to give don't forget that."

Caroline yanked on the shower door stepping quickly into the moist heat. "How could I forget Klaus? You remind me every chance you get."

"No sense in letting you forget who you belong too sweetheart," a cold gust of air entered the shower as he stepped in. "I wouldn't want you getting to comfortable."

"Is showering with your captives a regular thing?" Caroline asked annoyance creeping into her voice.

"I just thought you might like some help shampooing your hair," he gave her a wounded look.

Not fooling her for a second she turned her back on him, "I doubt you came in here to wash my back…or hair for that matter. Don't you ever think of anything but sex?"

He swept his hand down her back lingering on her bottom before turning her in his arms. "I think of many things concerning you, I admit the majority are sexual." He grinned down at her. " How could they not be? You my love, are perfect in every way." He traced his fingertips over her breast, pinching her nipple lightly.

Her eyes darkened, but she stepped back further into the spray. "Don't, we had sex earlier, besides I am still thinking about what Bonnie just dumped on our plates. Don't you think we should talk about this?"

"Darling, I always want to talk to you," Pushing her up against the showers stone wall he lowered his head nipping lightly at her mouth. "So talk." He began nibbling his way down her neck to her breasts.

Squirming in his hold she gasped when he tightened his grip and bit down harder than usual on her nipple. "I can't talk when you're , you're …" she stuttered.

"Fucking you?" he asked calmly not a tremor in his voice.

Glaring at him she nodded. "It's very annoying trying to have a conversation in a shower, with your captor while he's trying his best to get in your pants."

Throwing his head back he burst out laughing. "First of all, you aren't wearing any pants, and second of all there is no 'trying' going on here. I am getting what I want, when I want it. Sometimes I like to play."

"I hate how sure of yourself you are," pushing at his shoulders she held back the cry that almost burst out of her mouth when he pushed his finger into her.

"How could I not be?" He studied her face as he started finger fucking her slowly.

She closed her eyes, not wanting him to see how much it was affecting her, not caring how vain the effort was.

"Tell me you like it," he whispered in her ear. "Tell me you like my finger in you, fucking you."

She let out a whimper, struggling to hold on to her sanity. She could fight it, she could not say what he wanted, and drag it out or she could cave. She could cave and this would end faster, so why was she hesitating?

He kicked her legs further apart giving him more access. Using his thumb he pressed against her clit hard enough to make her cry out. "Tell me Caroline. Now."

Pressing her lips tightly together she shook her head. Growling, he slipped his finger out and spinning her around told her, "Put your hands on the wall."

Trembling she did as he said, pressing against the wall, she cried out surprised when he slapped her bottom sharply. "Stop denying what you feel, dammit. I know you like it, I know you want me so say it damn you," he slapped her bottom again, then adjusting her position pushed himself into her. Gripping her hips to hold her in place he thrust in her deeply enough that he thought he was reaching the closest to heaven he would ever get. Tugging on her wet hair he positioned her head so he could plant rough kisses on her mouth as he pumped into her. "Say it," He growled warningly in her ear.

"Klaus, I … I want it." Caroline whimpered.

"What is it you want Sweet Caroline?" Klaus asked locking his jaw in her shoulder being very careful not to break the skin.

"You, dammit, I want you!" She pressed her face against the wet wall wondering when exactly the game had started to change.

She laid on the bed staring at the ceiling while Klaus finished getting dressed, feeling more empty than she had ever felt before. She was becoming his doll, his sex doll, his Barbie doll. A part of her enjoyed it, no more decision making no more worrying, because he did everything for her. She wasn't Caroline Forbes anymore, she was just Caroline, Klaus's Caroline.

"Ready sweetheart?" Klaus stood at the end of the bed looking down at her, he ran a hand up her jean clad leg and offered a hand to help her up.

Numb she took it allowing him to put her on her feet. "Tonight, we are having quite the party to introduce you to everyone. Well," he corrected himself. "Re-introduce you, that is." He smirked down at her. "As mine."

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