Caroline Forbes is full of light (miss_mystic) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-15 19:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, caroline forbes, niklaus mikaelson, regina mills (evil queen) |
Who: Caroline, Regina, and Klaus
What: A witch and a vampire kidnap a hybrid
When: Let's go with recent
Where: Starting at Klaus' loft then Regina's crypt
Rating/Warnings: High for violence, blood, language, dead bodies. It's Klaus without his humanity.
Status: Complete
Hunting a psychopath hybrid wasn’t something Regina particularly enjoyed having on her ‘to do list,’ but the situation needed handling before more hearts (which was her staple, how insulting) were ripped out and used to paint every neighboring city in red. Hans would sit out of this mess tonight, it’d just be her and Caroline. Magic on her fingertips and the blonde’s vampiric prowess, she had confidence they could handle this. Caroline would distract while she did her thing, which she hadn’t really explained quite yet.
Using one of his shirts for the locator spell, it lifted into the air and led them to a place all too familiar - the loft complex.
“Didn’t you say he wasn’t home?”
How exactly did it come to the point where she had to pretty much kidnap her boyfriend keep her him trapped inside a room? Oh right, he turned his humanity off and started ripping out hearts. Literally, and metaphorically but her emotional state was not important at the moment. The fact that she didn’t know Regina’s whole plan made her a bit uneasy, and she didn’t exactly trust Regina, but she trusted Hans and Hans trusted Regina. So she trusted Regina by association, kind of. Plus she didn’t really have any other options.
It was a good thing one of the items she already had worked, considering he was back at the loft. If Caroline had ran into on her own, well who knew how it would have gone down. Probably would have ended with her neck snapped again. Nik wasn’t exactly in the state to have any sense talked into him right now. “He wasn’t,” at least not any of the times she had been there. Yes she had checked.
“Well,” Caroline took a deep breath, “Let’s do this.” She led the way figuring Regina would hang back hide in the shadows or whatever since Caroline herself was the ‘distraction.’ She wasn’t exactly sure how exactly she would distract him. Hopefully her presence would distracting enough and Regina would be quick with whatever she had planned. Besides Nik had no reason to suspect she wouldn’t come alone anyway.
The vampire let herself into his loft like she had done many times before, only this time she was actually nervous.
Regina not only stayed behind, but it looked like she had, quite literally, disappeared. Where or when she would appear, well - she’d decide. It was all about waiting. The perfect timing of things. Getting Caroline killed was on the list of ‘things to not do,’ though the girl seemed strongly assured that the psycho wouldn’t kill her.
Time to test that.
Klaus really wasn’t expecting anyone. The loft had been mostly abandoned, he stopped in for a couple of things. Like a nap, and a drink of scotch, because a man just needed a minute to relax from all the chaos, was that so terrible? Every time it’d been empty, he must have been missing his poor little Barbie in passing each time.
Tonight he had stayed a bit longer than expected. Canvases were pulled out from storage, large and blank. Paintbrushes washed, an array of paints displayed. It’d almost look entirely normal if it weren’t for the several corpses strewn around - still actually very fresh, the blood wet and glistening under the light.
But in his defense, some weren’t even human. Demons from this hellmouth catastrophe. Quite a first. But he’d been using a bit of blood in his creations of creativity tonight when Caroline so rudely intruded.
“Manners, love. Manners. Don’t act like you live here.”
Was Nik really talking about her manners right now? Sure she had let herself into his loft, but she did have a key. Not to mention he hadn’t exactly been home to answer the door lately. And then there was the fact that he was surrounded by dead bodies. That was some very bad manners, to say the least.
“You’re back,” she said softly walking further into the loft, leaving the door open enough for Regina to sneak in. She stepped over and around the bodies on the floor until she reached his side. “Nice painting,” she nodded at the canvas her tone no longer soft and sweet. This whole situation was taking a toll on her. She wanted to yell at him, tell him what an asshole he was. But there was no point. He didn’t give a shit about all the hurt he was causing. All the people he was killing. He didn’t care about her.
“You’re wasting perfectly good blood, you know. It doesn’t really add all that much to your work. If you’re going to go around killing people, the least you could do is drink the blood. Not use it as paint.”
Well, yes, he was discussing manners, actually. Because she seemed like some disillusioned, pathetic little kitten that just didn’t know when to quit.
But no matter, he’d continue slathering the canvas with streaks of crimson. Wet, sticky, crimson. The kind that filled his nose, set his senses and hunger ablaze, all in a different kind of way. He wasn’t completely vampire. He wasn’t completely wolf, either. Everything was new yet familiar; a paradoxical sort of feeling he hadn’t compartmentalized yet.
“Rude is also storming into my home and lecturing me on how to handle my snacks, tsk. Do I do that to you? No. I don’t. And what brings you here, honestly? Unless you’ve yet to take the hint about all this.” Enough brush strokes against his new master piece. Klaus set his tools aside and wiped his thumb across his lip, smearing a bit of leftover red. Those scintillating eyes of his flashed something dangerous, lips stretching across his face to make this dimples she had been so fond of surface. “Miss me that much, Caroline? I’m touched. Care for another tumble in the sheets for old time’s sake? I wouldn’t be opposed.”
No, Caroline wasn’t delusional. She just refused to give up. She didn’t give up on the people she cared about. Despite all Nik had done of course she still cared. The guy she had fallen for was in there somewhere. She knew it. He just needed his humanity back. Until then? Well there was only so much abuse Caroline could take.
“Looks more like paint than a snack to me,” she wasted no time snapping back at him. “Don’t worry, I got the hint when you snapped my neck, Klaus,” it was the first time she had ever called him that, but without his humanity he truly was Klaus. “I just came to get my things,” a lie. Even if she wasn’t planning on kidnapping him, she wouldn’t show up to pick up her things. She had plenty of opportunity for that already, but Klaus didn’t need to know that.
“So you went from wanting to kill me to wanting to fuck me? What a gentleman,” there was anger in her eyes, but she couldn’t help but smirk at that comment. It was something she had teased him about many times before. “I think I’ll pass. I prefer men who know how to handle themselves. You know, the kind that don’t hide and turn off their emotions.” That would certainly be one way to distract him though. But the thought of Regina walking in on that? No thanks. No to mention she had no desire to sleep with this version of him. There was no attraction to his evil. No allure to darkness.
Klaus had an inkling she’d been lying through her teeth. She had the opportunity to take the clothes before, why now of all times? He was suspicious by nature, always paranoid, always looking over his shoulder and expecting a knife in his back (in his case, a white oak dagger or a white oak stake), and he was usually the one to swiftly retaliate before it could get to that point.
“It was a joke,” he sighed, the sound exaggerated as he rolled his eyes. “I’ve honestly have no interest in you. Perks of shutting it off, I suppose, but you can tell yourselves all kinds of things to make yourself feel better. But always know that you were never enough to keep the human in me grounded, if you want a taste of your own medicine.” Klaus held a paintbrush to his lips, sneering. “Now tell me your true purpose of being here, because I can smell your bullshit from miles and miles.”
It was wisps of smoke that first appeared - of the magical nature, they were purple - and before the hybrid could react accordingly, a hand had pierced his back and buried itself into his ribcage. Caroline could see that twisted look of anger, surprise, pain, contorted all over his face.
And a cough, when Regina pulled her arm out and clutched a beating heart in her hands, bright crimson with darkness speckled on it. “I did this before it became popular, dear, I’ll have you know.”
Ouch. His words hurt. More than she cared to admit. Having her neck snapped again honestly sounded like a better option than hearing Klaus repeat over and over again how much he didn’t care about her. Before she could respond Regina showed up. Thank the lord.
Her eyes widened, she wasn’t expecting Regina to rip out his heart. Probably why the witch hadn’t filled her in on the plan, Caroline wasn’t sure she would have agreed if she knew ahead of time. The shocked expression on her face transformed to compassion. See Nik like that, the look on his face, it wasn’t easy to watch. As evil as he was right now, she still loved him. That hadn’t gone away as much as she tried to force herself to forget about what they once were.
The words he had just spoke to her filtered back into her head and just like that the compassionate look was off her face. Replaced by anger, and a bit of hurt. “Now you know what it feels like,” her voice was cold. This was no time for her feelings.
Caroline looked away from him, over at Regina. “Let’s get him out of here,” and into that warded room where he couldn’t hurt anyone else, but she kept that to herself. No need for Klaus to hear the rest of their plans.
Now it was fucking on. Lips curled back, those fangs made their appearances, beastly snarl rumbling like wolf’s. Blue eyes switched quickly to that molten brown, so light it was almost gold, veins throbbing on his face. “What the fuck is--”
To demonstrate control, Regina tightened her grip on his heart. Painfully. His cries filled the loft, an echo resonating through the space, all while she kept her cool and stared down at him like he was nothing but a speck of dirt. “I hear it’s very difficult to kill a hybrid,” she began cooly. “I could always test that theory by crushing your heart, it tends to kill my victims instantly. But we wouldn’t quite want that, would we?”
“A witch,” Klaus growled, rendered disgustingly helpless on his knees. “How clever.”
“Hold this.” And by this, Regina meant the heart, which she plopped on her hands. “Squeeze if he acts out, it hurts quite brutally. I’ll take us back.”
With swift waves of her arms, all three disappeared from the loft - and underground, in her crypt, an empty room with wards specific to their kidnapee in question.
Well then, looked like Caroline was carrying Klaus’ heart. This kidnapping had just taken an unexpected turn. She looked from the heart in her hands to Klaus and back. What the hell was she supposed to do with it? Right, squeeze if he acted out. Though she didn’t really want to hear him cry out in pain again. She didn’t want to hurt him. Hopefully he would behave and she wouldn’t have to. But knowing Klaus, that was unlikely.
Next thing Caroline knew they were transported, to the warded room. Poor Nik didn’t even know what was in store for him. No. Not poor Nik. He brought this on himself. They had to keep him trapped to keep him from killing.
“This is what happens when you turn your humanity off,” she informed him, her voice neutral, detached from any emotion, any form of sympathy or compassion. Of course she still had it, she was Caroline after all, but she wasn’t about to let her compassion show. “Now you are going to be stuck here, without blood, until you come to your senses and turn it back on. So tell me, Klaus, was it worth it?”
She still had the heart in her hands, unsure what she was supposed to do with it. Give it back to Regina maybe? She looked over at the cool and collected witch for guidance.
How awkward it was, to be in the middle of what was very much a lover’s quarrel. “You say witch like it’s a terrible thing,” she said, voice wicked and sultry, the corner of her lips tipped up into that smirk oozing smugness.
Now, Klaus wasn’t a fucking idiot. Maybe an impulsive whirlwind of range, but considering his very own beating heart had been ‘magically’ ripped from his very own chest, without an open wound for evidence, and in Caroline’s hands it rested…
Well, if it was Caroline...
Oh, Regina knew that look. Knew it like the back of her hand because she’d often been the one giving that diabolical sort of knowing look to her victims as the Evil Queen, and her hand automatically slapped over Caroline’s - over his heart. A threat to squeeze, which had stopped Klaus from his tracks.
“I can control him as long as I have this - the ward is an extra safeguard,” she explained aloud, considering this hybrid couldn’t do jackshit to foil her plans unless he suddenly shat out an impressive amount of magic. Doubtful. “Though maybe I should keep a hold of it, if you’re so emotionally compromised.”
No, she didn’t mean it as an insult. Obviously this must have been very difficult for her to do, but it was necessary. For his good, for Caroline’s good, and for the general well-being of Orange County’s civilians.
Caroline wouldn’t exactly call it a lover’s quarrel. Considering Nik wasn’t exactly her lover anymore. Not to mention the fact that he made it perfectly clear just how little he cared for her. A point proven again by his attempt to attack her again. Only to stop mid-action thanks to Regina.
“That’s probably the best idea,” Caroline agreed handing his heart back over. Just like Regina hadn’t meant it as an insult, Caroline hadn’t taken it as one either. Regina didn’t know Nik like Caroline did, or at all really. It was obvious she would have no problem doing what was necessary, while that was still hard for Caroline. Even with everything he had put her through the past few weeks.
“I guess we should probably go. Or I should at least. I don’t think he is going to turn it back on right now.” Yes she was perfectly aware that she was talking about him while he was within earshot, but she didn’t really give a shit at the moment. Not like talking to him was doing much. Other than hurting her. She had enough of that for one day.
“I’m right bloody here,” growled Klaus, teeth bared and face contorted into that hybrid monstrosity out of instinct and rage, back on his goddamn knees because of the very fucking rude handling of his heart, thank you. It was an odd sensation, yet it was something that set his cells on fire starting from his chest and expanding outward. A kind of pain he couldn’t describe. “But go on, then. Play your damn little games because I’ll enjoy making sure you fucking lose. Go on, get out, cry like the quivering kitten you are because you might as well face it - you lost me, and you will never get me back.”
Regina pulled Caroline outside the confines of the ward, so even if he lunged it wouldn’t matter. He’d hit an invisible forcefield and get pushed back, and she even made sure to add a bit of zap to make any escape attempts painful. The heavy door closed behind them, locked by one of her many large skeleton keys. “Give him some time there,” she instructed, tugging on the door to make sure it sturdy and sealed. “Clearly, he’s got a temper. But as long as I’ve got his heart, he’s not going anywhere.”
This was no fucking game. This was her damn life now thanks to him. And no she was not going to go off and cry like some wounded kitten. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Not that he would even see one way or the other. But Caroline would know. She wasn’t going to let Klaus have that kind of power over her. Nor did she even want him back at the moment. She just wanted his humanity back on. For the good of everyone.
She merely nodded at Regina, the events of kidnapping her boyfriend or well former boyfriend still sinking in. “Yeah,” she finally said her voice quiet, barely audible. “I’ll come back… in a few days. Give him some time to cool down. In the mean time it’s probably best you don’t give him any blood. It should weaken him,” even if Regina could control him with his heart or whatever. Caroline figured she had more of a chance of getting through to him without anyone else around. Though she would be sure to stay outside the ward next time, but still a weakened Klaus couldn’t hurt. “Let me know if you need anything? Or if he tries anything?” Caroline went to exit the crypt but turned back for a brief moment “Oh and thank you.”
Regina wasn’t going to willingly donate her blood. Or anyone else’s. Didn’t make a lick of sense to give him what he needed when he was some supernatural beast that’d lost control and technically, this containment was essentially their version of ‘time out.’ A child throwing a tantrum. He would act as such, and she’d treat as such.
With a few differences.
“You do the same,” she nodded, brows furrowed in some sympathy. The heart throbbed in her hand vibrantly, thumpthump, like it’d been angered. “He’ll be, I guess, safe here. But more importantly -” a scream of rage from the other side, but she’d done well to ignore it. What an attention whore, my oh my. “So will everyone else.”
She’d lock the heart up for the time being, but keep it close just in case. Regina wasn’t going to risk it.