Watching Klaus drink with her was almost hypnotizing. Was it supposed to be this sensual, sharing someone between the two of them? Caroline didn’t know, but when his gaze met hers, she couldn’t help the desire that seemed to shoot straight through her. He was speaking though, telling her it was time to stop, and so she did, breathless as she looked at the dazed girl.
“You’re going to go back to your friends, not remembering either of us or what just happened. Have a great night and when you see the marks just think you must have gotten a little kinky on the dance floor,” she compelled the girl before slipping away from her.
Caroline slid up to Klaus, moving to the steady beat of the music as she pressed her body against his. “You’ve got a little something right here,” she told him, reaching up to wipe a trickle of blood from his lips and then licked it off her finger.
She was probably supposed to be feeling bad now, worried over the girl’s well-being, but a quick glance had shown the girl heading back to her friends, moving to dance again. Caroline’s head was spinning, bloodlust and just regular old lust wanting to be fulfilled.