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Enzo drove towards Midtown in the sleek black SUV with bullet proof windows. At first, Caroline had thought Klaus’s insistence that the vehicle that transported his wife and their unborn son be bulletproof was ludacris. However, during Damon’s trial, when one of his men made an attempt on her life while she was being escorted to testify against him, in FBI custody, changed her mind. She had been eight months pregnant at the time.
In the five years they had been together, two of which needed to be kept under wraps due to her then marriage to Stefan and then Damon’s trial, Caroline learned one thing about her husband, family came before all to him. Especially Caroline and their son Kol. So when Caroline had gotten a phone call from Rebekah, begging for help, she did not hesitate to go to her sister-in-law’s aid.
Caroline turned to look at the blonde beside her. Their relationship was not exactly civil at first. Rebekah had come back to New York in the midst of Damon’s trial and took one look at the heavily pregnant Caroline with nothing but distrust. While at first, Caroline could understand Rebekah’s hostility, having been sent out of New York for the sole purpose of protecting her from the Salvatore crime ring, Caroline found that her sympathy waned the moment she opened her mouth.
“Fucking a Salvatore bride, Nik? Have you stooped so low?”
Rebekah Mikaelson was anything but easy. The fights that occurred between Klaus and Rebekah during those few months were like nothing Caroline had ever seen. They were both stubborn with tempers. While Elijah assured her that this was normal for them, Caroline could not help but feel responsible for the rift between them. Rebekah did not believe that the child Caroline was carrying was Klaus’s, claiming that Caroline was trying to pawn her now dead husband’s child off as her lover’s.
Yet, when Kol was born with wild curly hair and his father’s blue eyes did Caroline see Rebekah begin to thaw. Moving forward, the relationship between Caroline and Rebekah became almost tolerable, if not built on a mutual respect that she had lacked with Elena. So seeing Rebekah silent, heartbroken and bruised made what was about to happen all the more devastating.
“You called him, didn’t you?” Rebekah asked in a stale tone, little to no emotion lingering behind her cherry red lips, the bottom having a slit down the center of it. Caroline gave a slow nod and for a moment, she thought she saw tears well up in Rebekah’s eyes but as quickly as they came, they were blinked away. “I called you for help. Not him. You know this will not end well.”
“He is your brother and do you honestly think he wouldn’t notice?” Caroline’s tone was as gentle as it could be, because she had been in Rebekah’s position before. Rebekah was born into the crime world and it was no surprise when she had a different man on her arm every week. The ones that lasted longer were typically her marks, digging her claws in deep in order to get as much out of them as she possibly could. Men, both married and bachelors, have turned over millions into her outstretched palms.
Until Alexander Ellison.
“I don’t know. I didn’t think that far ahead.” Rebekah leaned her elbow against the armrest, bringing her fingers to her temples and massaged the tension from her head, wincing when she touched the fresh bruise on her face. Caroline’s eyes caught Enzo’s in the mirror and noticed her bodyguard and friend had a phone in his hand. Apparently, it was not just Caroline keeping Klaus informed. “How angry do you think he will be?”
“At you? Not at all. At Alexander? Well, you know the answer to that.” Rebekah nodded slowly and Caroline could see the old warehouse up ahead. It was strange how often they found themselves at that particular warehouse. It was the place she learned of her mother’s death and watched Damon undergo the most brutal of torture, on her command. Caroline also personally used that warehouse for storage of the illegal contraband she moved for Mikaelson Inc. “Enzo, go to the side and I’ll open the door, it’s probably best to have the SUV inside.”
“As you wish Gorgeous.” Enzo followed her command and turned left only to make another down the large alleyway before rolling to a stop. Caroline climbed out of the SUV, straightened her black pencil skirt and walked towards the massive industrial door, hearing nothing but the soft rumblings of the engine and the tapping of her heels on the pavement. She saw the silver keypad on the side of the door, a code that only she and Klaus had, a code that changed every three days. She entered the code and listened to the door open before, motioning Enzo to drive through. Enzo drove through the open door while Caroline stepped inside, turned the lights on and reentered the code, causing the door to shut.
The warehouse was empty, having just sent a shipment of priceless artifacts and illegal weapons to Saudia Arabia the day before. All that was left was a few chairs scattered around and a table waiting in the middle. As the door closed, she heard the tell-tale sign of Rebekah’s heels hitting the concrete and beginning to pace. She was keyed up and could not stand still. Enzo moved towards the back of the SUV and leaned against it, causing Caroline to smile. She did not know what she would do without the first real friend she had made since she married Stefan seven years prior.
“Ugh! I wish he would just get here already. I want this over with.” Rebekah bemoaned, before opening the back seat again, pulling out her huge black bag and ruffled through it. She walked over to the card table and pulled out a laptop and a few other gadgets and Caroline could not even begin to know what they were. She pulled up one of the discarded chairs, sat down and opened her computer.
“What are you doing?” Caroline asked in a bemused tone as she studied her sister in law. When looking at Rebekah, no one would know just how good with a computer she was. The first night she was back in New York, Klaus had asked his sister to hack into the secured files in the Pentagon to retrieve something that Elijah’s security clearance was just not high enough to get his hands on.
Rebekah had it within thirteen minutes.
That was before Rebekah had gotten a good look at Caroline.
“Do you honestly think I’m going to let the last year and a half be wasted because Alexander decided to hit me across the face? No. I’m taking everything and I’m taking it now.” Caroline nodded and spared a glance with Enzo, who simply shrugged, knowing better than to interfere with one of the Mikaelson siblings when they were in a mood. Caroline walked around to look over Rebekah’s shoulder and saw a black screen with a series of codes that she could not begin to understand. “I’m draining his account and putting it into the family one in Cayman Islands before transferring it again to my personal account in Switzerland. But before you worry, no one will be able to trace it, I’ve made sure of that.”
“If you can just drain a man’s account, why go through all the hustle of getting close to them?” Perhaps it was her history or the fact that she could not see being with anyone other than Klaus, Caroline could not understand why Rebekah continued to put herself in situations with men just to take everything from them and leave them hanging. As far as Caroline knew, Rebekah had never killed anyone outright but there was a trail of suicides left in her wake from the men she had sunk her claws into.
“Because it’s fun. Well, usually anyway.” Before Caroline could even begin to make a reply, the large doors opened up again and Caroline could hear the sound of a car door shutting just before Klaus’s sleek black lamborghini rolling into the warehouse at a furious pace. Suddenly, Caroline was glad Elijah was in Paris for work and not here to deal with this mess. She did not know if she would be able to handle three Mikaelsons going off the rails. Even though Elijah was the most poised and collected of them all, Caroline still remembered how Damon screamed as Elijah cut out his tongue. She did not know what he would be capable of if he saw his baby sister’s face bruised as it was.
The sound of the car door slamming again and Klaus’s furious face was unlike anything she had seen in a very long time. Their eyes met and Caroline took a deep breath, bracing herself for Klaus’s rage that was going to surface. She knew he wasn’t going to be angry at her, he rarely ever was but that did not mean his temper would not boil over in other areas. However, Klaus took Caroline by surprise when he stood before her and placed a kiss on her forehead; but by the strength of his grip on her arm, Caroline could tell that he was trying to ground himself by going to the one person who gave him comfort.
“Are you okay?”
“Me? I’m fine. Enzo and I got there after. Rebekah took care of most of it herself.” Caroline told him in a low whisper, vowing to never tell Klaus of his sister’s terrified voice on the other end of the phone call as she locked herself in Alexander’s bathroom, begging her to come and pull her out of a very toxic situation. “Go to your sister.”
Following his wife’s command, Klaus walked over to his sister and took her into his arms. Rebekah went willingly and Caroline could hear her slight sobs as she buried her face into her brother’s chest. Klaus ran his hands up and down her sides, gently tracing her skin as he did his best to comfort her. While Klaus would never admit it aloud, Rebekah had always been his favorite sibling. He loved Elijah and missed Kol dearly but his baby sister always had him wrapped around her little finger.
Caroline did not know what she would do if they ever had a daughter.
“Where is he?” Klaus’s tone was low and while there was a hint of comfort to it, Caroline could not help but feel the chills tingle down her spine. In the years of being with Klaus, she had seen him do all sorts of unspeakable things, yet very little of those acts held such a personal nature. Outside of Damon, and to some extent Stefan (even though he allowed Caroline the pleasure of watching him die) , Klaus had never faced such a advorsary that had harmed one of his own. Everything was typically just business, but Alexander had made it personal.
“I had Enzo put him in the trunk.” Caroline said quickly and out of the corner of her eye, Enzo pushed off the SUV and opened up the hatch. Klaus pulled away from his sister and walked towards the trunk, both Rebekah and Caroline following in his wake. Inside the trunk was a man with brown hair that was a bit longer than Caroline found attractive and was dressed in an expensive pair of black pants and a light blue silk, button shirt with a gold pattern across it. Despite the fact that he was bound with duct tape around his ankles and wrists, with another running across his mouth, she could see a gold chain hanging around his neck. Every time Caroline had met Alexander, she was reminded just how much of a tool the man was. Wealthy, but still a tool.
“He is still out cold.”
“Yes. Well. I always keep a needle of propofol for emergencies in my purse.” Rebekah shrugged as she tried to keep her voice calm. She took a few deep breaths but never took her eyes off the man bound and gagged in the trunk. Caroline studied her, eyeing the look of betrayal, anger and fear all written on her sister-in-law’s feathers, making Caroline realize why Alexander had lasted so long, why Rebekah had not robbed him blind before now. Rebekah was in love with this one, and he betrayed her most cruelly.
“Enzo, tie him up on the chair and then I want you to take Rebekah home. Have Bonnie look over her injuries and make sure she is okay.” Klaus commanded and Enzo nodded, reaching into the trunk to pull Alexander from the back of the SUV roughly. Rebekah let out an indignant cry and her blue eyes grew wide.
“I’m not going anywhere Nik!” She crossed her arms and walked over to Klaus, the sound of her heels echoing through the warehouse furiously. Caroline took a deep breath and walked over to Klaus’s car to retrieve the items in the trunk that she knew he had brought along, allowing the siblings to have their fight while she assisted Enzo in tying Alexander to the chair.
“You are going home.”
“Like hell I am!”
“Bekah.” His voice held a warning to it and Caroline knew that her husband was not going to back down with this. Rebekah was used to getting what she wanted out of her brothers but this time, they both knew it was different. “You need to get your bruises looked at and to ensure you do not have a concussion.” He sighed and reached out to touch the part of her face that remained untouched. “And I do not want you here to see what I do to him.”
“You’re going to kill him.” It wasn’t a question. Rebekah knew exactly what Alexander’s fate was the moment his fist struck her face. The memory of Kol’s death and the Mikaelson rage resurfaced and there was no reality where her brother was going to allow such a crime to go unpunished. Rebekah turned to gaze at Alexander, seeing Caroline drop the bag of weapons on the ground and hand Enzo the plastic zip ties.
“Do you honestly expect me to let the man who harmed my sister stay alive?” It was a rhetorical question, and one that everyone in the room knew the answer to. Rebekah looked down at her hands, the grief, betrayal and loathing of the outcome all written on her face. Yet, Caroline could not replace an ounce of regret behind her blue eyes. “What happened? I want to know everything.”
“We got into a fight. He didn’t like what I had to say and it ended up like this..” Rebekah trailed off, motioning to her face with her hand and Klaus nodded. Klaus didn’t speak up and Caroline could see his back tense and his fists curl slightly. Enzo pulled Alexander’s slumping body into a metal chair, giving Caroline flashbacks to Damon who was once in a similar position. “You want me to tell you everything don’t you? About our fight and…”
“ Yes.”
“Fine. I’m pregnant.” The air grew thick and tense. If it was possible, Klaus had gone even stiller and Caroline wondered if he was having a stroke. She stepped forward gently and placed her hand on his lower back, reminding him that she was there with him and she could feel the tension release ever so slightly. When Caroline looked up at his face, she could see that he had gone pale, his eyes were wide and there was a fury burning behind them that she had only seen once before.
The day Elijah had the FBI knock down her door after Stefan had left her beaten and bruised.
“What you’re telling me…” Klaus began, letting his voice drop even lower causing Caroline’s hair to stand on end. If she had been Klaus’s prey, all of her instincts would have told her to run; flee for safety before the inevitable assault occurred. “That this... man ...hit my pregnant sister leaving her face bruised and lip split, knowing that she was carrying his child?”
“Yes.” Rebekah nodded, sending a glance towards Caroline, pleading for her help in keeping Klaus calm. It was clear to Caroline that she was terrified of telling her brother about the baby. “I told him I was pregnant. He wasn’t happy about it. Threw some money at me and told me to get rid of it.” Caroline leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder, trying to anchor her husband, stop him from putting a bullet in Alexander’s head long before the torture even began. “When refused, he did not take it well.”
Caroline thought that Klaus was about to snap but instead he reached out and pulled Rebekah into a fierce hug. He kissed the top of her head, holding her as close as he could without hurting her bruised face. When she pulled away, Klaus cupped his sister's uninjured cheek and made a vow that Caroline knew he would never break.
“You are my family. My blood. As is that child. Both of you will never know the fury of that man again. I give you my word.” It was then that Rebekah broke town, tears streaming down her face. Klaus kissed her forehead again as Caroline reached out to grip Rebekah’s forearm, hoping to show her that even without Alexander, she and the baby would have a family. “Both of you are loved. Always and Forever.”
“Always and Forever.”
“Now go home. Take care of yourself. Caroline and I will clean up this mess.” Unlike before, Rebekah did not fight. Instead she gave her brother another hug and gathered up her computer before crawling into the backseat of the SUV, a door that Enzo had held open for her. Caroline opened the garage door, allowing them to drive out before closing it behind them, leaving her alone with her husband and a still unconscious Alexander, one that Klaus was glaring at.
Slowly, Caroline walked over to her husband and pulled his gaze aways from their captive to look at her. Without a second thought, Klaus leaned down and kissed her lips. It was a tender kiss and one that Caroline knew Klaus needed to keep himself grounded. If left alone, Caroline knew that Klaus would lose it completely and kill Alexander more quickly than he would have liked or draw it out for days until she would come to search for him.
Klaus pulled away gently, grabbed a chair and stationed it directly across from Alexander before he began to pace around the room. Unable to stand still, Caroline went to the back of Klaus’s car and pulled the supplies she knew he would have brought with him. She began setting up an organized torture device system that Klaus quirked his eye at but said nothing. She rolled out a black tarp around Alexander, cursing that it would be far too difficult to move him now to have him sit above the tarp.
“Is all this really necessary, Sweetheart?”
“It is easy to clean up and I want to ensure the cleaners do it properly. Plus, I promised our son that both of us would be home to put him to bed and we will keep that promise.” Alexander groaned then rolled his head to the side. Klaus and Caroline looked at one another, knowing that Klaus’s new toy was slowly waking up.
“Lower, the lights Sweetheart.” Klaus’s voice went cold, Caroline felt as though the temperature dropped several degrees. She turned towards the wall and turned down the light, giving the warehouse a dark and haunting glow. Klaus took a seat across from Alexander, never taking his eyes off of him. Caroline let out a slow breath and walked over to the table and leaned against the poll. Within the next fifteen minutes, Alexander opened his eyes and looked around the warehouse, seeinging the dangling light above his head.
“Where am I?” His voice was hazy, sluggish from the drug. Neither Klaus nor Caroline spoke, allowing Alexander to gain his bearings. He lifted his head and blinked a few times before his eyes narrowed at the pair of them. Caroline saw the confusion on his face, the memories of how he ended up tied to the chair not having returned to him yet. “Klaus?”
“Let's have a little chat, Mate.” Klaus replied in a dark tone and while Caroline could not see her husband’s face, she knew every line and crease it held that she knew the exact angry expression that was displayed. It was the expression that told lesser men to run, the expression of a predator zeroing in on his prey. “Tell me, what exactly do you remember from today?”
“What?”
“What. Do. You. Remember? What do you remember about my sister?” Klaus stated, each word pronounced with a harsh tone that it made Alexander sit up straighter. He remained silent but Klaus’s glare stayed still, never once looking away from the man. It was obvious that Alexander did not want to answer him, and wanted to keep his silence because he felt that it would save him. Caroline wondered if the longer he stalled, the worse it would be for him. She knew the man she married and knew exactly what kind of violence he was capable of. “ANSWER ME!”
“We got into a fight. Okay. I’m sorry but you know how it is! Women, man! They drive you mad! You got a wife! I’m sure Caroline drives you to distraction!” Alexander pleaded, sending a worried look to Caroline, as though she was going to save him. In return, she just blinked, staying still and just watching as Alexander looked around him, seeing the tarps on the ground and the items that rested on the table. “Klaus, man. I’m sorry. Look, I lost my temper but you’ve probably done the same-”
Klaus stood quickly, the chair kicking backward and forcefully sliding across the floor. Klaus hoovered over Alexander, staring down at him with such menace that Caroline saw Alexander go pale. Her husband reached out and gripped his victim's chin, squeezing it tightly in his palm. He opened his mouth, opening it wide so that his jaw was completely in his hand. Klaus moved Alexander’s head around in a swerving motion, showing him that he was nothing more than his toy for the night.
“Let me make one thing clear, Mate.” Klaus let go of Alexander’s jaw roughly, sending his head back slightly. He gripped his shoulder, curling his nails into his shoulder and began circling him until he was behind him. “I do horrible things but I never, ever lay a hand on my wife. Even when we argue, and trust me, we fight like the best of them.” Klaus reached up and gripped Alexander’s ponytail, jerking his head backward, putting his lips directly next to his ear. “When you find a worthy woman, she becomes your partner. Your life. You set the world afire for those who harm her, but you never harm her yourself. You never mark her body with bruises, mar her face until it's black and blue. Only a weak man lays a hand on the woman he claims to love.”
“I’m sorry- Please.”
“Love, bring me the scissors please.”
“Big or little?”
“Little.”
Caroline reached down and picked up the small hand held scissors. She walked across the small distance to Klaus and Alexander. There was a realization that Caroline was not going to save him, but instead helping her husband in torturing him was spreading across his face. It took everything Caroline had not to smile at him. Seeing Rebekah beaten and bruised angered her just as much as it would have angered Klaus; because domestic abuse hit deep with both them.
“Thank you, Sweetheart.” Kaus said to her as she placed the scissors in his hands before turning on her heels and walking back to her post. “See, that is what a marriage is. A partnership. I am here to torture you and my beautiful Caroline is here to ensure that I do so in a timely manner.” Klaus pulled Alexander’s head back and roughly began cutting the ponytail Caroline hated off of his head, degrading him by taking something he clearly took pride in. Once the ponytail was removed, Klaus dropped it on Alexander’s lap. “She is here to ensure that we return home to our son because she promised that both his parents would be there to tuck him in tonight.” Klaus circled around him again and bent down so his face was eye level with him. “Tell me, what are your thoughts on children?”
“Shit, shit, shit.” Alexander stuttered out and his eyes went shut, his thoughts terrifying him more and more as Klaus appeared not to be wavering. He bit down on his bottom lip, lost in thought on how he should answer. “Okay, look. I shouldn’t have hit Rebekah. Okay? I’m sorry but we can’t have a baby! I don’t know what she is thinking!” Klaus’s face contorted into rage and Alexander then back peddled but Klaus stood to his full height. He turned and walked towards the table, tossing the scissors down and then picking up a small switchblade knife. “But if she wants to keep the baby, Fine! I’ll do anything! Please!”
“Oh Rebekah is keeping the baby.” Klaus told him as he twirled the switchblade knife between his fingers. He cocked his head and returned to his place in front of Alexander. He held out the knife and gently carved a shallow cut along the side of his cheek bone. Alexander hissed at the feeling but otherwise said nothing. “My baby sister is going to become a mother and that child will be surrounded by people who love him or her.”
“Okay! Okay! We will keep the baby-”
“Oh no. You’re not going to be in the baby’s life at all.” Klaus corrected as he placed the tip of the knife on the bottom of his lip. Slowly, Klaus pushed down into his lip and produced a deep cut until his lip split completely. Alexander clenched his jaw, letting out a wailing moan from the backs of his throat. “But don’t worry, I will love them just as much as I love my own son.”
Blood coated the bottom of Alexander’s lip and Klaus pulled back, surveying his handiwork. He dragged another cut across the length of his lip, almost slicing it in two, sending blood pouring out of his mouth. Once satisfied, he raised the knife again and wiped the blood off on Alexander’s cheek. He trailed the tip down his jawline and his neck, leaving cuts on his skin as he went. Once he reached the silk button down shirt, Klaus took the knife and sliced through the silk, the buttons going flying.
“Please. Just... please. ” Alexander’s voice was gurgled from the blood still flowing from his split lip. Klaus ignored him and went back to the table, tossing the knife back onto the table. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead before picking up an iron poker and a blowtorch. He turned the blowtorch on and headed up the ends of the fire poker.
“You know, you must be more of a fool than I realized.” Klaus inspected the poker, touching the end of it slightly to see if it was hot enough. He decided it was not because he began adding more flames to the iron. Caroline sighed and reached to pick up the knife. She picked up the bleach spray bottle and began cleaning the knife as Klaus continued to ramble on. “You should have known better than to lay a single hand on my sister. You knew who we were. I’m sure Rebekah has confessed some of the things we’ve done.”
“Yeah. She said some things…..”
“Like take Caroline here.” Klaus tossed the blowtorch down, held out the poker and slowly began pushing the tip into his chest. Alexander screamed out and the smell of burning flesh filling the air, causing Caroline to crinkle her nose is disgust at the stench. “She plotted her first husband’s demise, even standing beside him as he died, making him watch her as the life slipped from his eyes, ensuring she was the last person he saw as he died.”
Alexander’s eyes flickered towards Caroline, but his gaze didn’t last long as Klaus pressed the hot poker against his skin, burning him. One of the reasons Caroline never liked Alexander was because he always seemed so dismissive of her. She did not like it when anyone, especially men, undervalued her simply because she was a woman. Stefan had always thought her to be a pretty face with an empty mind; yet Klaus had seen through her immediately and knew what she was made of. Yet, Alexander dismissed her completely as he did Rebekah and she still could not fathom what her sister-in-law saw in the man.
She’ll be better off without him. Caroline thought as she pulled out her phone. Klaus was moving quickly, having already moved from a small knife to the poker. She assumed he would play with the blowtorch next. He did have a routine. As Alexander screamed again, a long burn mark going down the length of his chest, Caroline sent a message off to the cleaners; telling them to wait outside until she let them in. It was last minute but she knew they would come, they liked Caroline better than Klaus because she typically gave them extra compensation when Klaus had a last minute torture session and the cleaners were not given at least twenty-four hours notice.
“When Rebekah was little and she tripped, scraping her knee, she would always cry as though the world was coming to an end. I love my sister but physical pain is not something she deals with well.” Klaus stated as he ran the poker across his collar bone but it did not leave as deep of a burn; the poker was slowly cooling and would need to either be reheated or cast aside. Instead, Klaus slowly pushed the poker inside his abdomen, piercing through the skin and before pulling it out quickly, blood and bile seeping out of the wound. “I can only imagine how much she cried when you hit her. Seeing that she is pregnant with your child, I I’m going to assume that she cried more than she typically would”
“Come on man!!! I’m sorry!!!” Alexander whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks as his face was stained with dry blood. The wound in his stomach would bleed out slowly, causing him a very painful death but she found little sympathy for him. Caroline thought back on Rebekah’s frantic phone call and remembered the sound of her voice heavy with tears; the sound of Alexander banging on the door in the background. “But do you honestly believe that Rebekah should have a kid? Caroline would end up raising it before her! She is going to make an awful mother!”
Klaus lost his temper and gripped the poker, raising it like a baseball bat and swinging it so he smacked Alexander across the face. The force of the hit caused his head to whip to the side and the discarded ponytail to slip from his lap and fall to the floor. A long deep gash appeared on his cheek, sliced from the tip of the poker. Fresh blood seeped from the wound, mixing with his tears, the sound coming from his lips was that of a terrified and wounded animal. Klaus tossed the poker across the warehouse, it clattering a few feet away.
His fists balled and he punched Alexander across the face with such force that Caroline winced. She already knew that her husband’s knuckles were going to be bruised come morning. Klaus turned on his heels and went back to the table, his body shaking from fury that when he picked up the blowtorch, Caroline was worried that he was going to burn himself. She placed a gentle hand on his forearm and took the blowtorch from his hand. She turned the dial, glancing up at him to see if it was the setting he wanted. He shook his head and Caroline clicked it again, the flickering sound of the flames coming out of the end of it.
Before taking the blowtorch from her hand, Klaus leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. Caroline could feel this body relax, calming at her touch. He took the blowtorch and headed back towards Alexander with the flames coming out of the torch in his hand. Before he said anything, Klaus put the flames up against his cheek, sealing the fresh wound on his face with the flames. Alexander screamed out in agony as Klaus then pulled the flames downward to his chest, burning the edges of his shirt with the flames; the smell of burnt skin and silk made Caroline’s nose crinkle again. Alexander's screams grew louder and louder as the torch touched the wound that was staining his pants from the deep, thick and black blood seeping out from his intestines.
“If that is the case, that child will always have Caroline and myself but I think you underestimate Rebekah. She already loves that child more than she could ever love you.” Klaus said through a clenched jaw. He brought the blowtorch up to Alexander’s chest again, causing the man to scream out louder than he had previously. He cocked his head to see his handiwork before pulling the flame away. Caroline caught sight of the man’s chest and noted that the burns were at least third degree. Even if Alexander was going to leave that warehouse alive, his skin would forever be marred by Klaus’s torture. Sighing, Caroline pulled out her phone and began scrolling absentmindedly, keeping her eye on the time. “And even if my niece or nephew comes to live with us, then so be it. Kol has been asking for a sibling anyway and while Caroline and I planned to give him one ourselves, I’m sure he will be happy with a cousin to play with.”
“Well, he may be getting both.” Caroline muttered as she looked down at her phone, not realizing she had said the words aloud. Klaus paused, his back straightened and turned to face her. His eyes had widened since the moment he had entered the warehouse but now there was a spark of happiness in his blue eyes. “What?”
“Are you pregnant?” Klaus asked directly, ignoring the moans that were coming from Alexander as he turned his back on him. Caroline studied her husband, his reaction different than when she had told him she was pregnant with Kol. There was no uncertainty of who the father would be, the trust built between the two of them was strong and Klaus knew that Caroline was and always would be faithful to him; despite the fact that their affair started while she was still married to Stefan.
“No.” Caroline answered quickly but then back peddled. “I mean, maybe. I don’t know.” Klaus just blinked at her, not understanding what she was saying. Caroline took a long breath and tossed her phone down onto the table. “Like, I’m late but that could be for a variety of reasons, so it is possible. We’re not using birth control of any sort and it's not like we are celibate so there is a possibility that I got pregnant quicker than we anticipated.”
“You did get pregnant with Kol rather quickly after you were no longer on birth control before.” Klaus reasonsed and Caroline nodded, neither willing to bring up exactly the circumstances on how she had stopped her birth control or what had led her to missing her appointment. “It's been what? Five months, six since your last shot?”
“Seven.” Caroline thought back to her last period and it had been over two months but Dr. Maxwell hadn’t been able to get into his office until next week. She was not planning on telling Klaus until she knew for sure. “Like I said, I don’t know for sure. I have an appointment next week. If I’m not, well, then we will continue on doing what we have been doing. If I am pregnant, it looks like you and Elijah will have to deal with two pregnant women at the same time.”
Klaus smiled widely at her and stepped in front of her, pulling her into his arms. He picked her up off the floor and spun her around, kissing her roughly as he sat her back down on the ground. Caroline fell into the kiss easily, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressed herself to him. She thought back to when they decided that they wanted to try and give Kol a sibling. Klaus had walked around for weeks with a smile on his lips at their decision.
While Klaus was definitely a mafia crime lord, he was also a dedicated family man.
“I may not be, so do not get your hopes up.”
“Then we will just have to keep trying. Which is such a hardship .”
“Are the two of you actually family planning right now?” Alexander’s gurgled voice came from the chair and the couple turned to look at him with annoyed glances. Seeing Klaus so happy, caused Caroline to forget for a moment where they were and why they were there. Klaus’s joyful expression slipped back into the one of anger and Caroline could see the wheels turning in his head; the comparison between Caroline and Rebekah fresh in his mind.
“I just learned that my wife might be carrying my child. What do you expect us to do?” Klaus asked him, cocking his head to the side a dangerous look playing on his face. Caroline’s stomach dropped as she watched him stalk towards Alexander. The end was coming and while murder did not bother her as much as it would have prior her marriage to Stefan, the sight would never exactly enjoyed watching the violence first hand. Alexander was sweaty and his body had gone weak compared to how he had been when he had first woken from the drugs Rebekah had injected into him. “Oh, I know. You expected me to hit her across the face and demand that she get rid of it. Well, I got news for you, Alex. I’m not that kind of monster. I’m something far worse.”
Before Caroline could react, Klaus balled his fist, raised them and struck Alexander so hard across the face that his body flew to the ground with a deafening crack; clattering along with the metal chair toppling over. Klaus kicked him in the stomach, causing him to turn over roughly. Alexander screamed out in pain, blood spilling all over the cement floor. Klaus kicked him again before reaching down and pulled Alexander up by the gold chain that was now coated in blood. Klaus balled his fists and began punching the man’s face. Over and over again the sound of Klaus’s fists meeting Alexander’s face could be heard echoing through the warehouse. Klaus said nothing as he continued to beat the man’s face in. He didn’t stop but he kept going until the man’s body went limp.
“Klaus.” Caroline called but her husband did not respond, he just continued beating the man with his bare hands. “Klaus!” No response and Caroline sucked in a deep breath. She walked towards him slowly, the sound of her black heels mingling with the sound of violence. She reached out and touched her husband’s shoulder, starling him, causing him to freeze at the feeling of her hand. “Klaus, he’s dead. Okay. There is nothing left. Stop.” Both Caroline turned to look down at Alexander’s limp body, his face completely bruises and broken; covered in blood. “Go clean up in the bathroom. I’ll let the cleaners in.”
“Sorry-” Klaus began but Caroline shook her head. Klaus stood, allowing the body to drop to the floor limply. He turned to look at his wife and Caroline could see worry and concern playing on his features. She knew that he always hated showing the violent part of him but Caroline loved him regardless. She reached up and touched his cheek gently, pulling him into a small kiss before nodding her head.
“Go get cleaned up.” Klaus pressed a kiss to her forehead before making his way towards the small bathroom Caroline insisted be installed a year or so back because she spent too much time in that warehouse processing illegal goods. “Klaus.” Her husband paused and turned to look over her shoulder. “I love you.”’
“I love you too.” That smile she adored spread across his lips, feeling secure that he hadn’t scared her off. Caroline rolled her eyes before walking back over to the door and opened it, motioning for the cleaners to make their way inside. A white van pulled in and Caroline once again shut the door before walking over to grab her phone off the table, sending a quick text to Rebekah.
It’s done.
Caroline hit ‘send’ and opened the driver’s side door of Klaus’s car and sat down, waiting for her husband to finish washing the blood from his hands. She turned and watched as the Deverauex sisters cleaned up the crime scene with such efficiency that made Caroline proud. She was comfortable enough with them that she noticed how their shoulders tensed when Klaus came back. He had a reputation as a ruthless man and had been known to off those who displeased him, but Caroline genuinely liked Sophie and Jane-Anne because they did their job with little fuss; that and they cleaned up Klaus’s messes, leaving no traces.
“Lets go. I want to be out of this place.” Kaus muttered, the tension in his shoulders visible again, pent up energy from the kill still pulsing through her veins. She knew that he would make her scream that night, he always did when he performed an execution. Yet, so few were as brutal as the one she just witnessed. Heat pulled between her legs, anticipating what would await her when they went to bed that night.
Caroline stood and pressed a kiss to his cheek before walking around the car, towards the key pad and opened the door. Klaus peeled his black sports car out of the warehouse and Caroline followed suit, shutting the door behind her and climbing into the passenger side. Before she even had her seat belt on, Klaus was peeling out of the alleyway and into traffic, heading towards Manhattan.
As he drove, Klaus reached over and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips. Caroline imagined exactly what those hands would do to her but they had a toddler at home who would demand their attention and she wouldn’t be able to have Klaus between her legs for a few hours to come. Yet, the memory of him beating Alexander to death and the pent up energy he was experiencing was enough for her to feel the heat rushing to her core.
Klaus would not let go of her hand, giving it a tight squeeze and even the tiniest bit of contact sent Caroline in a frenzie. With a smirk, she moved his hand to the hem of her skirt and slowly moved it upward, allowing his hand to touch her bare thigh. Caroline spread her legs wide enough for him to know what she wanted and he slid his hand up her leg, feeling how wet her panties were.
“Christ, Sweetheart. You’re dripping.” Klaus bit out with a clenched jaw. His hands tightened on the steering wheel, the whites of his knuckles against the leather. He did not move his hand, but instead pressed his fingers against her aching core, slipping her panties aside and began stroking the length of her clit. He slipped two fingers inside her, pumping them slowly in and out of her. Caroline moaned at feeling, her head resting on the back of the seat.
“Klaus! Please.”
“What has you so pent up, Love? What has you aching for?” Klaus asked as his fingers turned inside her, curling to touch that sensitive spot just above her entrance. Caroline rutted her hips against his hand, her hands reaching behind her in order to grip the seat and dug her nails into it. “Tell me. Is it the fact that you’re pregnant with my child? Hmm? I remember when you were pregnant with Kol. You were insatiable. Jumping me at everything turn.”
“We don’t know if I’m pregnant.” Caroline hummed as his fingers continued to move inside her, his thumb pressing against her nub, causing Caroline’s back to arch. “Fuck. Yes. Like that. Right there. Fuck fuck fuck.” She was close, she could feel the relief building inside her, to the point that she did not even notice how the cars swerved past her nor how Klaus took an exit that was three too early. With a few more thrusts, Caroline felt the coil inside her snap, crying out his name as she came.
“You’re beautiful when you come.” Klaus said in a raspy voice, driving through a deserted part of the city that Caroline did not care to know where. Klaus pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his lips, tasting her juices on his tongue. “But if you are not carrying my child, then what is it that has you so pent up?”
“I like it when you take charge. Seeing you kill a man with your bare hands in order to protect your family, it does things to me.” Caroline straightened, turning in her seat and leaned forward, pressing her hand against the bulge in his pants. Klaus hissed at the contact, his hand gripping even tighter on the wheel. “And I know what it does to you. How you come home on the nights you’ve been doing business and fuck me, making me forget my own name.”
Klaus slammed the car to a stop, shut the engine off, parking under an abandoned underpass. He reached over and gripped Caroline’s head, bringing her lips to his. The kiss was hard and demanding, Klaus’s teeth biting at her lower lip and his tongue slipping into her mouth, massaging hers. She moaned into his lips, her hands slipping down his chest to pull at his belt buckle. He stopped her, grabbing her whisper and shaking his hand.
“Get out of the car, Sweetheart.” With a wide smile, Caroline followed his directions, opening her car door and stepping outside. Klaus slammed the door behind him and walked towards the hood of the car, Caroline meeting him there only to be pulled into another kiss, his hands feeling every inch of her body. She pressed her body into him, curling her fingers into his hair and moaned when his hands gripped her bottom tightly.
“Hands on the hood of the car.” Klaus commanded in a lustful tone once their lips broke apart. Caroline untangled herself from her husband and happily followed his command. She pressed her hands against the hood of the car, thrusting her hips backwards in order for her rear to stick out for Klaus to view. He pressed his hands against her bottom before traveling up her side and to her front, gripping her breast through her blouse while his other hand moved to push her blonde hair to the side, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.
“Klaus, no teasing. We need to get home.” Caroline pleased, feeling Klaus chuckle behind her, his breath teasing the back of her neck. He opened a few buttons on her blouse, ignoring her plea and slipping his hand inside her shirt. He palmed her breast, twisting her nipple through her bra. Caroline bucked her hips backwards, grinding against his hard erection that was pressing against her back side. “Kol is expecting us.”
“Then I better make this quick.” Klaus removed his hand from her blouse and Caroline could hear the jingling of his belt. He pushed up her black skirt to her waist, exposing her back side to the elements. Caroline spread her legs farther apart in order to give Klaus easier access to her. He pushed his pants down enough to pull his erection out and pushed her panties aside once more. He lined himself up with her entrance and then pushed inside. “Fuck, Caroline. You’re so warm and hot. Christ you feel tight.”
“Klaus, please.” Caroline moaned, slumping forward as Klaus began thrusting his hips. He was slow at first but quickly began picking up speed. His pace was brutal and fast, ruthless in his pursuit of their pleasure. Harder and harder he began to fuck her, Caroline moaning his name while biting her bottom lip, keeping her from screaming out his name. Klaus reached down and grabbed Carolne’s hair, pulling her head backwards and making her stand up straighter. “Ahh, yes!”
“Scream for me, Love. I want everyone to hear you. I want them to know you’re mine.” Klaus whispered in her ear, causing her clench around him. Ever since her marriage to Stefan ended with his death and the trial was over, Klaus made it no secret who Caroline’s man was. He was no longer willing to share her and wanted everyone to know exactly who he belonged to. He leaned down and kissed her neck, nipping at her skin with his teeth. “Come for me Caroline. Come for me.”
As though she was obeying every command, Caroline came hard around him, crying out his name loudly, slumping over the car and resting her head against the black metal of the hood. She felt Klaus stiffen behind her, spilling himself inside her. He rested his body over hers, pressing his face into her neck and placing a series of kisses along her skin. They took a few short breaths and slowly, Klaus pulled himself out of her. She pulled her skirt down over her hips and looked over her shoulder, giving him a wicked grin.
“Well, that will satisfy me until later.” Caroline turned around and kissed her husband on the lips. Klaus hummed into her lips and zipped up his pants before pulling her into a deeper kiss. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed into him. They kissed gently, allowing their lips to linger for a few minutes before breaking apart, Caroline giving a soft giggle as she walked away from him. “Seeing you break a man like that, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to wait until Kol went to bed.”
“So seducing me while I was driving was your grand idea?” Klaus teased as they walked around the car, getting inside their respective seats. He quickly whipped his car around and headed back towards the freeway. “Although I cannot say it is not the first time we’ve made use of a vehicle. I seem to recall Kol being conceived in the back of a limo during rush hour traffic.”
“Such a good memory.” Caroline cooed, always looking back on that night with fondness, knowing it was how their son was conceived. She slumped back against the seat, her body feeling boneless from her orgasm. She reached over and gripped his hand, this time not moving to cup the core between her legs. “I love you.”
“As I love you.” Klaus replied with a conviction that still took her by surprise. There were nights that she would wake up in a sweart, dreaming that she was still trapped and under Stefan’s control. Klaus would just hold her, promise that he would always protect her and never allow such violence to touch her again. She turned to look at him and saw that self-satisfied smirk gracing his lips, a chuckle escaping from them.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“No. You’re up to something. What is?”
“I’m plotting a murder. Something gruesome. Bloody.”
“You’re always plotting murder but that's not what has you chuckling.” Klaus did not respond but instead, his smile grew wider and wider, his eyes sparkling with amusement that caused Caroline to know that he was laughing at her. Her eyes narrowed her eyes at him. “Klaus. Tell me or you won’t get sex for a week.”
“Sweetheart, you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourself for that long.” Klaus retorted and Caroline just rolled her eyes, refusing to comment just how right he was. “And I'm laughing because I think I just discovered something about my wife, that's all.” Caroline shifted in her seat and crossed her arms, raising her eyebrows and motioning for him to continue. “I just think you have a thing for sex and cars. Well, sex in cars, sex on cars.”
“What!? No I don’t!”
“Okay Sweetheart. If you say so but the conception of our first born would say otherwise.”
“Seriously! If anything it's you! You’re the one who pulled off the freeway!” Caroline said with an indigent tone, amusement breaking through her faux irritation. She raised her finger and pointed it at him, the sound of his laughter echoing in her ears. “And if I remember correctly, it was you who pulled me onto your lap the second I stepped foot into that limo! You can thank yourself for Kol's conception, buddy!”
The argument was not settled by time Klaus pulled into the parking garage of their shared penthouse. Kol ran into his father’s arms, a miniature version of his father as in every way, including the matching anything but innocent looks they gave Caroline when they had done something wrong. She knew Klaus was never going to concede and their feud that would make appearances every so often over years.
Even coming into conversation during the brief period of time she had to visit her husband in a high security prison, only able to speak with him through thick plexiglass between them. It was a long six months after Klaus was busted for tax fraud by the IRS and Elijah fired for being a dirty agent; and falling into bed with Interpol's second most wanted fugitive, Katherine Pierce. Elijah was able to smuggle himself, Rebekah, and the children out of the country while Klaus stayed behind, heading to prison happily and willingly; buying his family time to get their affairs in order.
A prison break was easy enough to stage for Caroline, especially given Katherine’s tendencies towards pyrotechnics and Enzo’s ability to play a prison guard. A life in the Cayman Islands with their family was anything but a hardship for the Mikaelsons. Even from a distance, their empire flourished. It really was, just good business.