Here you go, you insatiable Klaronerds. The FINAL part (and I mean that - seriously Melissa, I could not have been more clear with this ending) to Game Night.Ā
Here is part 1 & & part 2
Turning it back on had been terrible.
But Klaus had won her game, fair and square, and she knew that if she refused, heād only chain her up and drain the vervain from her. And heād make it bloody.
The first few hours she spent curled up under the bar, counting her breaths. In and out. Four hundred fifty two. In and Out. Four hundred fifty three. It was the only thing keeping her grief from crashing into her all over again, and the guilt from swallowing her whole.
Klaus had sat there with her.
For hours and hours, breathing and counting. Breathing and counting.
Finally, sheād uttered the one sentence heād probably been waiting to hear for the better part of two years.
āGet me out of here.ā
And he had. Whisked her out of that bar, that town, that entire state. Theyād driven across the Louisiana border before she could really register what in the world was happening, but Caroline found she couldnāt care much about where she came off her bender. She just wanted off.
If sheād expected Klaus to take care of her, she would have been dead wrong. He had dropped her off with a vampire named Josh, a kid with kind eyes and a quick wit. And strangely, he had been exactly what she needed.
Someone who didnāt know her, or her crimes. Who made her laugh, and treated vampirism like the best thing that ever happened to him. There was a kinship there that had felt right somehow. Vampirism had been the best thing to ever happen to Caroline tooā¦ once. Josh helped her remember that.
Klausā afternoon visits were like clockwork though. Lunch, some conversation, a stroll around town, and an āIāll see you tomorrow, Caroline.ā
More than once sheād caught him threatening Josh with something terribly violent involving a pitchfork if anything happened to her while he was away. She never asked what he did with his other time, and he never offered. She knew there was a tribrid infant snoozing somewhere, and if the rumors were true, a few resurrected Originals running rampant. It all sounded terribly time-consuming, but Klaus never missed a lunch.
Not in three whole months.
And slowlyā¦ Caroline recovered.
Very slowly. She had recovered what was left of her soul.
She would never be the same, but maybe that was a good thing? No, not good. Just not bad. Just life.
And last night, sheād finally mustered up the courage to journey across town and crawl into Klausā bed at 4 a.m. with whispered thanks and quiet confessions on her lips. Heād put up a good fight when she started stripping her clothes off, but the chemistry between them had always been a raging inferno. Try as he might to keep his hands to himself, eventually heād been buried inside her, moving with passion and purpose.
That had been four orgasms and five hours ago.
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