Sorry this took a while to get out to you guys, but I wanted it to be perfect.

Thanks for reading and reviewing, makes writing these things a lot easier and a lot more fun when I know people are enjoying them.

Thanks to Kate for helping me with some of my description. It's always nice to have another set of eyes.

Anyway, this is a long one, so it's more like a One-shot than a drabble. Enjoy!

Rendezvous

She decided to meet him on the outskirts of town at a dive bar where the lowly hang out and escape the day. The men are a sight to behold, with their dirty jeans, white t-shirts, filthy fingernails and Carhartt jackets which give off an overwhelming sense of blue collar that Caroline Forbes, Miss Mystic Falls, is not accustomed to. The women in this place are trashy, to say the least, leaving nothing to the imagination with their short tight skirts and low cut tops. They lean over pool tables and drape all over the men on the dance floor revealing what they have to offer the male inhabitants, on the off chance one of them will take them home. The hormones that drift throughout the room make this the perfect feeding ground for creatures of the night, any of them would be ripe for the taking and probably not missed if they happen to disappear. No wonder why he likes this place so much, she thinks.

She only agreed to meet him here because she is tired of meeting him in the wee hours of the night and in the dank, dingy corners of their tiny town. So instead, she'll meet him in a dark, dingy bar at a decent time at night. One that she would never set foot in otherwise, but the hybrid has gotten under her skin. Enough so, that the idea of being able to meet in public without any prying eyes, had her agreeing in an instant.

The baritone voice of Garth Brooks is blaring from the jukebox, singing the familiar refrain of Friends in Low Places. Caroline rolls her eyes and smirks at the cliche song choice and glances around the room for Klaus. She sees him sitting with his feet propped up on the bar top, in his typical he thinks he owns the place manner, and drinking from a bottle of Coors. She saunters over and whispers in his ear.

"Drinking like a local, hmm? This place doesn't carry your fancy scotch?"

"Sometimes I like to partake in a more down to earth refreshment," he retorts and drops his feet down and offers her the seat beside him. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Yeah, gin and tonic would be great." She takes a seat, shuffling her purse and jacket to the side and resting her elbow on the counter.

He signals the bartender, relaying her order and Caroline takes a moment to admire him. He's in his regular attire; a Henley shirt, faded jeans and an array of necklaces. He's told her about them before - his necklaces. Nobody in her small circle knows that they actually have meaning, each one telling its own story of a life and a time from his 1000 year existence. There are a lot of things that her friends don't know about Klaus, that she is, for lack of a better word, privileged to know. For instance, they all know that tragedy struck his family when Henrick died and that he blames himself, but what they don't know is the simple wooden cross that dangles from his neck was whittled and strung by Henrick the day before he died. She recalls the conversation frequently. It reminds her, every time she's with him, how on one rare night that they had Klaus' home to themselves, he solidified a place in her heart.

"It was a gift," he says when he notices her staring at the simple craftsmanship of his well worn necklace.

"From who?"

"My brother," he simply says and goes back to sketching in his notebook.

"Which one? Kol? I don't really see Elijah as a whittler," she chuckles.

"No. Henrick."

There's a moment of silence, which is fitting. "Oh...I- I'm sorry."

"It was a long time ago Caroline." He doesn't look up at her but continues with his drawing.

"Well, it's really beautiful." He allows her to pick it up off his chest to admire it closer. She does so for awhile, thinking of how old it is and how the hands of a small boy that she would never know spent time and dedication in carving out its shape and design.

He lets out a faint laugh which brings her back to the present. "What?" she smiles with him.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about the day he gave it to me." There's another pause in the conversation, and she thinks he's done but to her surprise he continues. "It was a bribe."

"A bribe? For what?"

"He said it was special and just for me, and that he would give it to me on one condition."

She rests her elbow on the couch and hunkers down for the rest of the story. "And what was that?" she asks.

"That..." he swallows and Caroline notices the pain, he so rarely shows, flicker in his eyes. She doesn't need him to continue telling, she knows the rest of the story.

"That you would take him to see the wolves?" she offers.

He only nods and she can tell he's lost in his past as he drifts off and stares into the fire. She picks up her wine glass and leans into him, picking up his arm and draping it around her shoulder, causing him to come back to the present. She cradles herself in the nook of his arm. "Well, it's nice that you have a part of him with you still."

When he turns back toward her she's propped her head on her hand and is looking at him as if she has a secret, and she kind of does. She knows that underneath the animal is a man. Still hostile, and still vengeful but a man, not just a monster.

"What?" he asks, noticing her pensive stare.

Her gin and tonic is placed in front of her and she nods to thank the bartender. "Nothing, just admiring," she waggles her eyebrows at Klaus and smirks.

"Is that so? You see anything you like?"

"Yeah, that bartender's pretty cute," she teases.

"Caroline?" His voice is low with a hint of playful annoyance.

"Klaus?" she says back to him with the same tone.

"You know I'm going to have to eat the bartender now? Too bad, really, he's a nice chap!" He lifts his glass toward the bartender and gives him a nod. The bartender just continues drying the glass in his hand and gives Klaus a confused "what the hell are you lookin' at" look. Caroline and Klaus laugh out loud, clearly the only two that are in on the joke.

"This is nice, Klaus," she says after their chuckles have quieted. "Well, not the bar, this place is all kinds of gross. But being with you, out in the open, not worrying if someone's going to see."

"I never worry about someone seeing." His laughter has halted completely now. "I believe you're the one with the problem of our, what do you call it? PDA?"

"Klaus, if my friends find out about us-"

"What will happen?" He cuts her off. She can see that he's beginning to get annoyed with her. This is how their time together has been ending lately. They bicker about the quandaries of their predicament until one of them gets their feelings hurt (typically her), and walks away. "I'm serious, Caroline. Why can't you see that the way I feel about you is genuine? Why is their opinion more important than mine?"

"They're my friends! They've been in my life a lot longer than you have."

"And yet here you are." His face is stone. No glimmer of amusement or even annoyance. Just stone, as if he were a statue in one of his fancy Paris museums.

She slowly nods her head, she's not going to play his mind games. "I can fix that for you, if you'd like." She begins to grab her things and leave when she feels his hand on her arm. She glances back at him. She's about to win and then they can move on from this silly argument.

"Allow me."

"Allow you what?"

"To leave." He steps off his bar stool and briskly walks toward the exit, leaving a stunned and slightly ego-bruised Caroline. Her mouth is agape and she can't believe what just happened. How dare he walk out on her. How dare he think he's the one who gets to be offended.

"That'll be $10.50."

She brings her attention back to the bartender who has his hand extended out. "Excuse me?"

"Your friend hasn't paid yet!"

Caroline lets out an indignant screech. He left her the tab. She huffs and grabs her purse, shaking her head as she digs through her wallet. She's mumbling to herself and the words "asshole" and "how dare he" and "I can't even" are all the bartender can pick up on.

"Yeah, yeah, real sorry Lady, but if you could hurry along, I got other customers."

She stops her monetary pursuit and tilts her head and squints her eyes with a condescending smile. She leans across the bar and trills her finger at him to come closer. "First off, screw you," she whispers. "And second," she grabs him by the collar and pulls him close catching eye contact with him and dilating her pupils. "Here's $15, keep the change. Oh and if you ever see my friend come in here again, shoot him." She doesn't hand him any money, she grabs her things and walks away.

"Have a nice day!" The bartender hollers after her, in which she replies by not turning around and giving him the bird before walking out the door.

"Well that was rude," the bartender says and goes back to pouring drinks for his other patrons.

She's hoping Klaus hasn't vamped out of here and that he's lingering around, perhaps taking his anger out on some unsuspecting hussy. She can totally see him doing that. All angry and rampagey, and 'I'll give her a reason to not want to be with me.' Ugh, typical.

She glances around, using her heightened senses to sniff him out. He has a very distinct smell. It's how she always know he's there before she even sees him. She inhales sharply and closes her eyes, her nostrils searching for the rich scent of those little green bottles he keeps on his dresser. She searches for the one that smells like the forest after a heavy rain. She loves that one, and that's why he wears it. Her eyes shoot open as she catches the faintest hint of his intoxicating scent. Like Toucan Sam, she follows her nose around the building and into the darkened alley.

"Klaus, I know you're there. I can smell you!" Her eyes adjust quickly to the dark and she sees him standing against the wall, one leg propped up behind him. "You didn't make it very far."

"Maybe I just didn't want to argue in a room full of people."

"But you still want to argue?"

He just shakes his head and laughs through his nose. "No, Love, I don't." He pushes off the wall and walks toward her. "How can I convince you of my sincerity? What will it take to have Caroline Forbes be with me."

"I am with you?"

"Not all of you." He steps closer and drags his hand across her cheek and tucks her hair behind her ear.

"Klaus?" she says breathlessly. "I- I can't."

"Then, what will it take?" His voice has taken on a gruff and impatient tone. He brings his hands down to her shoulders and waits for her to make eye contact with him.

She looks up and sighs, the questioning becoming too much for her. "I can't do this right now, Klaus." She turns to leave but he's in front of her before she can take two steps out of the alley. "What will it take to have Caroline Forbes be with me."

"I am with you."

"Not all of you." He steps closer and drags his hand across her cheek and tucks her hair behind her ear.

"I amwith you."

"Then prove it!"

"I can't, not in the way you want."

"Yes. In the way that we both want."

She stumbles for the right words, not able to deny that she does want him. So desperately, but she can't. There's too much at risk, so instead she bites back. "You can't do this! You can't force me to do something like you would one of your sired slaves!"

"Oh, but I can," he grabs her shoulders again and makes eye contact. She knows full well that all he would have to do is compel her.

"Yes, but you won't!" She eyes him confidently. There's no way that he would do that to her. After months of pursuing her, and showing her who he really is. She knows he's a man of honor, even in the midst of his darkest schemes. And she's right, he doesn't compel her, he snatches his hands back and off of her shoulders. "You are infuriating, Caroline Forbes!"

"Then why are you still with me? Why don't you just let me go, if that's how you feel!" She's screaming at him now, tired of trying to explain her delicate situation to him for the umpteenth time.

"BECAUSE I CAN'T!" He grips her shoulders again and shakes her. "You're under my skin. When I close my eyes at night I think of you. Everywhere I go in that town I'm reminded of you! And when I think about leaving without you, even for a short while, I can't bring myself to do it!"

It's the most honest she's ever seen him. The truth he speaks about his past is nothing in comparison to the truth he speaks now. He's raw and vulnerable and beautiful. His rage is blinding but this time it's not for some greater evil, but it's for her. His passion for her is real and genuine. He drops his hands from her again and takes a step back.

She's left speechless but when he looks at her with a clenched jaw and says, "Just go, Caroline!" she can't bring herself to leave.

"I am with you," she tells him again and lunges forward and crashes her mouth to his. It's all the encouragement he needs as every inch of her body is fondled and groped by his large, greedy hands.

They stumble further back into the shadows of the alley, away from prying eyes and into their own private nook of desire and lust. Their embrace is anything but gentle as their mouths and their hands fight for dominance in a dark and twisted tango. She gasps when he reaches behind and pulls her hair roughly back, bringing her neck forward and allowing his tongue to lick its entire length. As if her pulse is calling him, luring him into a higher plain of arousal, he suddenly bites her and begins to drink in the essence coursing through her veins. She whimpers and struggles against his uninvited fangs, but the heavier he drinks the more she begins to delight in his demonic mouth ravishing her neck. Her body becomes limp and her eyes roll back and he slams her against the brick wall. Her fingers lace through his thick curls and she pushes his mouth closer to the crook of her neck, her own fangs beginning to emerge and desperately wanting to join in the feast.

"Klaus!" She finally screams, not able to handle anymore of her life being drained away. He shakes his head, continuing to tear into her neck as he grinds his leg into her aching center. "KLAUS!" She shrieks, "Please..." her voice is weak, but her arms are not as she wraps tightly around his neck. "Klaus, I need..." is all she has to say and he lifts his arm, offering it to her. She grabs his hand and draws her tongue across his pulse point before she sinks her fangs into his offered wrist.

"Yes! That's it, Love. Take from me," he mumbles into her and continues his feasting.

She's never used her fangs in a more desperate way than in this moment. The blood rushing from him cannot come fast enough as she gulps it down, immediately feeling her body grow stronger as the hybrid concoction rushes through her body. The memory of the first time she drank in his sweet offering comes to the forefront of her mind. That time it was only to save her life, and this time it is far more intimate. They are blood sharing, uniting as one.

He pulls his fangs out of her throat and draws his tongue across her wound, taking every last morsel she has to offer. He grabs both of her arms and brings them over her head, holding her wrists with one hand while traipsing his hand down her body. His mouth is on her again, only this time using his tongue to devour and causing a deep throbbing tingle to spread. He lifts her skirt, dragging his hands along her inner thigh. "Mmm, you're dripping, sweetheart."

She dances in places and struggles against his wrists, wanting so desperately to touch him the way he's touching her. He continues his pursuit up her skirt and finds the elastic of her panties, dragging them down and running his hand along her ass. Her throat runs dry and she swallows hard, as his hand comes back to the front of her and his fingers dip down between her folds. "Is this what you want?" He asks her and she shakes her head with desperation.

As if the pleasure of his fingers rubbing along her sensitive nub isn't enough, he simultaneously pushes two fingers inside of her and sinks his fangs into the top of her breasts. She cries out, her voice reverberating against the brick walls. "Oh...oh...yes," she cries and grinds her hips against his hand. His fingers are swift in their persuasion, curling up inside of her and moving in and out bringing immense pleasure to counteract the pain his fangs are eliciting at the same time.

He lets her hands go and drops to his knees, bringing her leg up over his shoulder. His head goes under her skirt and she hears him say, "Come for me, Caroline." His mouth sinks between her legs and his tongue replaces his fingers, as it moves in and out of her swiftly and accurately. Her hands grab the top of his head and her head crashes against the brick wall as her orgasm rips through her like lighting. Sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body.

He lifts up from his knees and crushes his mouth on hers, the taste of her juices mingle with the taste of her blood and she rolls them around on her tongue, purring into his mouth. She immediately reaches down to undo his pants, sliding his jeans off with ease. His erection pushes into her stomach and she slides her hand down and around him, enjoying how hard and ready he is to be inside of her. He picks her up and she wraps her legs around him, causing a slight unbalance. He stumbles back but recovers by turning her around and slamming her against the neighboring wall. Her hands cup his face and she drags her nails gently across his cheeks, his short stubble prickling under her fingernails, and then covers his mouth with her own. Her tongue finding quick entrance and meeting his again.

"I need you inside me," she tells him. He quickly obliges and her walls all but shatter when he plunges deep inside. Her arms cling to him tightly as he pushes her over and over again against the merciless brick wall. She hears her camisole tear as it snags on a rigid edge, before that same sharp edge digs deep into her back. She whimpers and gasps, "You feel so good," she tells him and it spurs him further into his unfathomable, aggressive hammering. She feels it rushing forward; the dizzy and intoxicating sensation of losing control. He cradles his head into her neck and she holds onto him possessively as she falls into the void of unmeasurable pleasure.

He doesn't stop his thrusting. He doesn't even slow down as he pursues his own undoing. Without hesitation, and in his final moments of gratification she bites down on his shoulder and drinks him in, giving him the same favorable experience of pleasure and pain. His hand slaps the brick behind her as he convulses against her and she extracts her fangs, kissing and cleaning his already healing wound.

When he finally recovers, he laughs into her shoulder and glances up at her. A drop of blood lingers on the corner of her mouth and he drags his thumb across her lip and offers her the last drop. "Wouldn't want that to go to waste."

She sucks on his thumb and smiles. "Hopefully there will be more offered in the future."

"I'm sure we can come up with an arrangement." He spins her around and drops her to her feet. "Should we go back inside? Finish our drinks?"

"Actually, I was thinking we could finish up our evening at The Grill. There's a really great band playing there tonight."

The gesture doesn't go unnoticed. He simply smiles and kisses the palm of her hand.

"Fantastic."

Woo, that was a long one, but it just kept pouring out of me. Didn't want to rush a good thing.

Review if you liked it! Let me know what you think. Also, there's three more days so if there's something you'd like to see, let me know, and I'll do my best to incorporate it into one of the final chapters.

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