Author's Note: If I had named the chapters, this would be The Talk

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"How can you walk around?" Klaus asked her as he played with her blonde curls, twirling it around his fingers, watching her with a curious gaze. He was studying her while they lay within the tangled sheets after their love making.

Klaus had never experience anything like he had with Caroline. Especially after her confession to him, he just had this sudden urge to kiss her and never let go even with what she had show him. After her teeth had nicked him, he had to have a taste of her. He had to devour himself in her. And as they laid, he couldn't help but wonder how such a beautiful thing as she looked as she had.

"Because I have no heart beat, Klaus, because I can't breathe. Air flows through my veins as of yours, just it's always in the blood. That's what keeps you moving, your heart beating rapidly in your chest, pumping what you need. What I am, it feeds off of that." She nodded, the sheets covering over her bare body, showing off scratches that had not healed and that was from her own doing.

"So you aren't dead? Why not share this? Are you a Goddess to end me from my torment?" His eyebrow arched as he let his hands glide from her hair towards her arm, feeling her cool flesh.

She shook her head, looking down for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts, they were out of control.

"I am not a Goddess and if I were to call myself one, I would be the Goddess of Death. Jupiter knows of me and what I am. I don't. When he decides to tell me, I will gladly accept the knowledge of my being. My heart doesn't beat in exchange for my eternal life. I'll never die."

Klaus continued to trace along her arm, feeling her cool flesh behind the tips of his fingers, trying to figure her out, trying to guess everything before she could say it and catch himself before he offended her. He found her fascinating and was slightly watchful of his words, but he couldn't help how they flowed from his mouth.

"Did you kill Chantal?"

His question was blunt and she wondered how he had known since she was with him out in the hall. She mentally shook her head, that to her, was in the past.

"I fed from her with another yes."

Klaus nodded, his eyes following the trial of his finger. "There are more of you?" He looked up briefly, staring in her blue eyes for a second before casting his eyes back down.

"Yes, it is our choice to make others. They would be our children. I am a mother of two. One was sent away and the other stays here."

Klaus's jaw went tense and Caroline watched his eyes battled through his emotions. She couldn't help but wonder if he would reject her, if he would push her away. She hoped he wouldn't. With what he had known, if her maker, her father, was still alive. He'd end him and she'd die trying to save him.

"So, Isobel is one of your children and the man you arrived here with." She felt it was more of a question and a statement and was more nervous than she ever was. He was deciding on whether to reject her or not.

"If you are going to deny me, then please don't try to hide it and slowly unmask your feelings. I know it's a lot to accept. It's like there are weights upon your chest. If you want, I can take you and your families' memories away of me and Isobel. You'll never see us again."

He shook his head in a soft calming chuckle. "Don't ever decide for me. Don't try to protect me from anything that happens between us and everyone else. I saw your face, your true face, and accepted you, welcomed you back into my bed. Is that enough for you? Or another round, maybe, on the floor will ease your tension."

His cock jerked beneath the sheets as he imagined himself within her once more. He had to keep focus. They were talking and he couldn't help but enjoy himself while talking to her and her rambles about nothing that was meant as something was the, dare he say, cutest thing.

But he didn't do cute. No way, no how, but with her he could, he could try.

Caroline looked down and if she was alive she would have blushed. "It's not easy to accept things that aren't meant to be. But I'm glad you accept me because I accept you."

Klaus sat up instantly as if being near her had burned him. She sat up too in alarm. He looked down at his erected shaft, shaking his head, wondering how he how found himself so turned on by wanting himself inside of her and found that was just it. He just wanted her body near hers.

"Are you making me want you?"

Caroline shook her head. She thought about compelling him but had never done the task. She couldn't bring herself too. "No, I'm not. I would never make you do anything that you never wanted to do. I never wanted to be this, but Jupiter he cursed me when he let my maker's eyes fall upon me."

Klaus tilted his head to look at her.

"What do you mean? Aren't your children willing?"

Caroline shook her head once more but harder, her blonde curls going every which way.

"Yes, but I wasn't. He was enthralled by my beauty and because of his attachment I was his. He used me; violently put himself upon me under the skies. I don't hate the gods. I just hate him. He disgusts me."

Klaus's eyes widen shocked by her words. It sounded so wrong coming from her mouth, but he could sense her hurt. The pain and he welcomed it as he welcomed her.

But his mind jumped back to her earlier statement. He found himself as a monster, someone hard to accept. He couldn't see how she could do the same, but she was opening up to him, vulnerable and he had a choice whether to expose her and Isobel, but he chose not. He was starting to care for her. She was growing on him and he hoped, maybe for a second, that he was growing on her.

"How can you accept me?"

Caroline's face softened as she pulled the sheets with her, her hands rising to touch his cheek. She looked in his eyes and held his gaze, not to compel him, but for him to see her words in her eyes.

"I accept you because you are human. You make mistakes. You aren't a mistake, Klaus; I could never see you as one don't think that. You aren't a monster and I want you to get those silly ideas out of your head. You are beautiful to me." She leaned forward and kissed his lips and was not surprised that he had kissed her back.

He pushed himself upon her, knocking her down over the bed, his lips parting to welcome her own passionately, deeply. She kissed him back as much, loving the taste of their lips together.

She spread her legs, hooking them over his waist, pressing himself close to her for a moment, before she broke the kiss, looking in his eyes for something.

She opened her swollen lips to speak, but he cut her off, shaking his head with a smile. "Now, before we continue our desires. Tell me, what are your powers?"

Caroline's smile turned wider, brighter and she lost herself in his gaze, her mouth opened to reveal her secrets, their secrets.

She never felt such happiness in her life and she knew right then, in that short period. She was falling in love with him, whatever that meant.

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Isobel rushed through the halls, her fingers running along her lips as she tried to wipe off the blood there. After her attack on Esther she fled, well she compelled the maid that she was with and Esther to forget the attack and to forget that she had came outside.

There was something off about her blood that sent Isobel nearly stumbling over, but she held on, wanting to reach Caroline. She had to talk to her about her findings and hoped she wasn't with Klaus, not like she hadn't enjoyed his company, but their business was their business and if she couldn't share it with anyone Caroline couldn't either.

She casted her eyes down as she walked, slowing down her pace as she passed a couple of maids. She hadn't let her face change, the scent of blood that she had indulged in was clouding her senses and she couldn't let it go. She waited till the maids cleared the hall, probably heading to bed since it was late, which Isobel couldn't blame them. She too wanted to sleep after the night she had and she also was worried about Caroline, something was nagging at her. She had seen a gigantic bird fly over the sky as she ran back. Its wings were large and black and it flapped as if beating down the sky. She shivered as she thought about it.

She arrived at the door, opening it without caring, turning her back towards the entrance as she backed in, her eyes lingering on the hall, wondering if she'd see the maid or Esther walk by but saw nothing. She backed into the room and closed the door behind her, placing her back against the door, sensing out the room with her senses and when she opened her eyes. She couldn't believe what she saw.

Her maker, Caroline, was beneath Klaus and they were, laughing.

She cleared her throat, shaking her memory of what was before her.

"Caroline, I…"

Klaus turned his attention on her, leaning off of Caroline and moving off of her to sit on the other side. Caroline sat up and held the covers to her chest, her eyes fixed on Isobel's state and then her eyes fell on her lips.

"Daughter of mine, where were you? And what were you doing?"

Isobel looked between Caroline and Klaus, confused and then after a moment. She touched her face, forgetting that she was still in her form, her true self and that Klaus wasn't freaking out. She sniffed the air. There was nothing in the room that showed he was scared. He was turned on and she looked away to recollect her thoughts as their earlier love making, the scent flooded her nostrils.

"He knows about us." Her face finally faded and she looked back at Caroline with heat in her eyes, raging heat. "You told him and I couldn't tell John. I couldn't tell the man who I adored what I was, but you can?"

Caroline parted her lips, opening her mouth to speak, but Isobel cut her off. "You barely know this man and yet you poor our secrets into him like water in a jar. What if the jar breaks mother? What if he opens his mouth and reveals to his whore of a mother and his father what and who we are not?"

Klaus spoke up, rage in his voice. "Don't call my mother a whore."

Isobel's eyes flickered over to him and he told himself not flinch at the coldness there. "Your mother, Klaus, is a whore. She sleeps with another man that is not your father. You and the beast in her belly is not Mikael's."

Klaus opened his mouth, looking down for a second, in shock as he let Isobel's words settle in. It finally made sense.

Caroline shook her head. "You had no right to say that to him. It is none of our business."

Isobel smirked, licking off the dried blood that rested on her lips, tugging on it with her teeth. "I have tasted her. I know how dark she is." Isobel spat, her anger spreading, seeping out through her pores. "But that doesn't stray me from the fact that you told Klaus of what we are. Does he know you killed thousands? Does he know that no matter how old we are, we'll never look it? Does he know how much you resist in biting him because then it's the end for you both? Does he know…"

Caroline rose up her hand, silencing her and as being the maker of Isobel. Isobel quieted, her nostrils flaring.

"I've had enough of your ramblings, Isobel. Leave my sight."

Isobel shook her head. The pull was far greater, she never disobeyed but she was tired of hiding. She was tired of pretending. She was a monster and after losing the only man she loved in her entire existence. She just didn't give a damn anymore.

"No, I will not listen to you anymore. Why can you tell Klaus of us when I couldn't tell John nothing. I couldn't even mutter a word. I had to hide. I had to clean. I had to watch what I did and remembered who I compelled. He died, Caroline. He died and I wasn't there to save him. You had me off looking for Luka."

Caroline sighed, peeking over at Klaus who was watching the entire thing between them, not sure if he should leave or stay. Caroline told him with her eyes that he could stay. He already knew, bringing him deeper wouldn't be any different.

"I saved John from the raiders, Isobel. I knew how much you were in love with him and he knew what you were. He told me himself. He still cared but as my blood stained his white tongue and turned him into what we are. He hated it. He accepted you but didn't want to be it."

Isobel tilted her head, confused by Caroline's words. "What do you mean your blood?"

"I turned him and he resides in Athens, underneath the streets. When he awoke, he grew mad with rage and tried to burn himself in the sun. He burned but also burned half his brain. He's alive, but gone."

Isobel felt tears stain her cheeks. Her vision blurry as she looked at Caroline, her next words hushed. "I want to see him, now." She didn't care. If Caroline told her no, she was still going to go. She needed to see him. She had many lovers since after his death, but none of them meant anything to her, not like him.

"Alright, I can tell Klaus's mother something and we can head out tomorrow."

Isobel swallowed hard, swallowing back her tears. "What?" She was shocked. She thought she was going to say no.

"I'll be coming with you." Klaus finally spoke as he looked up, his face hard, his jaw tense, but his eyes, his eyes were filled with something she had saw in John when he looked at her all those years ago which seemed like a century. There was love there, forming 'I'm confused but letting it flow' love.

I made Isobel break down. I suck right. Well for the next chapter, I hope to have it up before TVD comes back on. It's so close, the perfect way to bring in the year.

Well I hope none of it was confusing, I'm trying to break down the vampires so you can see their sides when they aren't all bad ass. I'm sorry for the readers that are in love with Roman fiction and of the what. I feel I'm not doing a good job of, but I'm trying. There will be a flashback in the next chapter. There will also be more discussion with Klaus and Caroline about her vampiricness and past, see you then.