Allow me to introduce to you, Klaroline Fanfiction Week.
A week dedicated to the beautiful and eye popping fanfictions written from the klaroline fandom and for the klaroline fandom.
During Klaroweek, we are able to celebrate Klaroline, even though the shows have ended ( and we did not get our happily ever after), we can thank the amazing fanfiction writers who have made it happen for her in hundreds of ways. From their first meeting to their last. Going back to each and every quote that fell from their lips to one another and how we all came together as one huge family and rejoiced in our ship.
The fanfictions that makes us laugh and smile in joy.
The ones that makes us cry for Klaus or Caroline.
The Dark Fanfiction that sends bolts of thrills up our spines.
The Smutty fanfictions that excites us in oh so many ways…(you know what I mean).
The historical ones so rich in history and makes us dream of stunning ball gowns and handsome kings.
The fanfictions that gives us so much emotion and makes us love our ship that much more.
KcFanficWeek is a way for us to revisit some of our favorite all time fanfics, to find new ones, to write new ones and show our appreciation to all the klaroline fanfiction writers who dedicate their time and effort from their (I’m assuming) very busy lives to sit down and type like their lives depend on it and give us a beautiful blend of words in one chapter.
When?:
11th Nov 2019 to 17th Nov 2019
Schedule:
Day 1- All Human Fanfic Day (11th Nov)
Day 2- Dark Fanfic Day (12th Nov)
Day 3- Historical Fanfic Day (13th Nov)
Day 4- Humor/Comedy Fanfic Day (14th Nov)
Day 5- Pregnancy Fanfic Day (15th Nov)
Day 6- CANON Fanfic Day (16th Nov)
Day 7- Mates Fanfic Day (17th Nov)
You can write a drabble or a oneshot for the specific days if inspiration comes to mind, you can update a fanfiction of yours or simply share a plot idea with us if you like on that day. Do whatever your creative juices like!
You can make fanfiction recommendations or a masterlist of your favorite fanfictions of that specific day if you like (I know I personally will be bookmarking your faves). We would love to read your suggestions! I’m quite sure there are people out there who would just love it!
You can also send in recommendations to me via the submit and I’ll post them on the blog.
You can also make your own reviews about any particular fanfiction that you just love to death and fangirl over both the fanfiction and the author. Trust me, it’ll make the author love you forever and ever!.
I hope you guys might like the idea and will be willing to participate.
Everything pertaining to klaroline fanfiction week can be tagged @ #kcfanficweek
Written for @kcfanficweek Klaroline Fanfiction Week Day 2 - Dark Fanfic Day.
The sequel is here.
Warning: Slight violence.
Please review here.
Hands-Off Policy
It was the sensual purr of flesh as it slid against suspended fabric that caught Klaus’ attention. His hybrid senses always alerted him to a number of subtle sounds beyond a mortal’s capabilities, and yet he found himself intrigued as he searched through the club lit only by synthetic torches along the walls for the source of the noise. When he flicked his gaze to the ceiling, his breath caught in his throat and he found he couldn’t look away from the stunning blonde that floated high overhead, seemingly fearless despite the very human heartbeat his hybrid hearing detected.
The glittering leotard outlined every sensual dip and curve, with iridescent feathers strategically placed in a manner that made his wolf claw at his skin in interest. She effortlessly looped a bare foot into the crimson aerial silk, twirling her beautifully sculpted body in dizzying circles as she hung upside-down. The crowd far below her let out a collective gasp as two other acrobats flung her several feet where she gracefully arched her back to capture the edge of the aerial silk behind her. He mindlessly clapped with the others, completely under the spell of the captivating creature.
“That blonde’s a choice piece of ass,” Tyler quipped, rudely interrupting his daydream of charming the blonde after he wrapped up his business meeting.
With an irritated grunt, he jerked his chin toward the signs perched at the center of each table. Red lettering warned, ‘Hands off the acrobats.’ While some might consider it more of a suggestion than a rule, Klaus was privy to the club owner’s dangerous reputation in select circles, and knew it was an edict one ignored at their own peril. “I suggest you mind your tongue around Enzo, mate. He has a strict, hands-off policy concerning his employees.”
His impertinent hybrid scoffed, puffing out his chest like a peacock, and Klaus allowed his hybrid gold to flare as a warning. “We’re here to discuss business. I won’t remind you again.” He began threading his way through the packed crowd, noting the throng of people outside still hoping to gain entrance. Lost Maggie’s was the most exciting venue to hit New Orleans in decades, and Enzo St. John had built an impressive reputation as an entrepreneur that served him well as he operated his criminal empire among the shadows. Klaus was displeased at having to involve a human with his request, but his supernatural contacts had failed to deliver results. And then were promptly beheaded. Klaus didn’t tolerate incompetence.
A hostess bedecked in crimson ribbons similar to the aerial silks overhead quickly appeared, leading him to the VIP section discreetly tucked away from the crowd, where Enzo greeted him with a handshake and a glass of Macallan. His esteem for the underworld kingpin went up a notch as he took an appreciative sip of the golden whisky.
“Cheers, mate,” Enzo said, pouring another round for himself. He noted Tyler standing at Klaus’ back, surly and petulant as he surveyed the crowd. “Is your guard dog thirsty?”
Klaus grinned, appreciating the inside joke that Enzo was oblivious to. For all his powerful underworld connections, the fact that he was ignorant of the supernatural was incredibly amusing. “Tyler likes to stay sharp. I’m a bit surprised that someone in your line of work isn’t flanked by guards of your own.”
Taking another sip, Enzo flashed an enigmatic smile, replying, “I have all the muscle I need.”
Suddenly, a long crimson silk floated over their table, the stunning blonde acrobat soundlessly descended into an intricate flip and landed behind Enzo. She inclined her head respectfully at the crime boss, blue eyes sweeping over Klaus and Tyler as though carefully assessing them.
“This is Caroline.”
She was a luminescent shadow, gleaming blonde waves cascading over her costume’s iridescent feathers. He was intrigued to catch the edges of a tattoo emblazoned along her well-toned bicep, the girlish script somehow intimidating as it spelled out ‘loyalty’. He vowed to learn the story she’d willingly had carved into her body.
Clearly not intending for Klaus to interact with his bodyguard, Enzo directed the conversation back to business. “You’re here for information.”
“Katerina Petrova.”
Enzo nodded, his voice matter-of-fact as he said, “There’s a blood price on her head.”
“She betrayed my brother,” Klaus ground out, his anger sending a golden flare across his gaze.
Before Enzo could dictate his terms, Tyler unexpectedly reached out and grabbed Caroline’s ass, artlessly squeezing her flesh while leering at her. Klaus’ wolf rose to the surface, teeth gnashing at his hybrid’s crudeness. However, it seemed Caroline didn’t need his assistance as she took both him and his hybrid by surprise, effortlessly executing a combination throat punch-roundhouse kick maneuver. That was a special forces technique. Klaus became further enamored as he watched her slam Tyler’s hand on the table, pulling out a razor-sharp knife and cleanly slicing off his thumbnail.
As Caroline stood over the howling Tyler, Enzo coldly informed them, “We expect our customers to respect our hands-off policy regarding staff.”
There was no mistaking the gleam of pleasure in her gaze as she watched the suffering hybrid clutch his bloody hand and Klaus could have sworn he felt himself fall a bit in love.
Written for @kcfanficweek Klaroline Fanfiction Week Day 1- All Human Fanfic Day.
This is a follow-up to my work in A Beautiful Symmetry, Chapter 83: Part 10 - Klarosummer Bingo. Thanks for all of the asks and encouragement to write more from this world. Enjoy!
Please review here.
Part 2: Newsflash — seashell bras give me hives
The fake pine scent coupled with musk overwhelmed her senses and made her gag. She blinked rapidly, realizing she was waking face-first on the couch. Fuck. It smelled like Damon had rubbed his Paco Rabanne-soaked ass all over it. “Easy sweetheart,” Klaus murmured unexpectedly from above.
She looked up, wincing at the bruises she could feel along the base of her skull. Klaus’ concerned face was a bit fuzzy as she tried to focus, but once she took in the severity of his own injuries, she snapped back to reality. At least one black eye, cuts along his cheeks and forehead that looked suspiciously like the gaudy rings that bore the Salvatores’ family crest. “Klaus? Oh, my god — what did those bastards do to you?!”
“Nothing I don’t intend to return in kind,” he answered, the coldness of his voice making her shiver.
The Salvatores had first introduced Klaus as ‘new money business’, which Caroline had assumed meant that he was a high-level dealer, or maybe even a drug lord. She’d been careful around him, doing her best to check her curiosity whenever she saw him at the club, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he had information she could use. Especially now that it seemed the badge lying on the coffee table belonged to him.
She was pissed at him for keeping secrets, but realized she was being a hypocrite. After all, she’d weaseled her way into Salvatore Sirens, the mermaid-themed burlesque club, under false pretenses too. It was all Bonnie’s stupid fault — her loser boyfriend got in too deep with the Salvatores and couldn’t pay them back — so she begged Caroline to get a job there and spy on the Salvatores and get evidence of their drug trafficking.
All this time, she’d felt conflicted about her growing feelings for Klaus, worried about how to keep him out of this mess when she finally had evidence to take to the police. And it turned out that Klaus was the police. She nodded to his badge, her voice barely above a whisper as she said, “Of all the things I would’ve guessed about you, this was not one of them.”
“You wondered about me,” he asked in an oddly hopeful tone. “I wasn’t sure how much of what you’d shown me was real.” At her affronted expression, he hastily explained, “Not that I assumed anything untoward about you or your...assets. They’re lovely.” Gray eyes widened in horror as he quickly corrected his wandering gaze, adding, “I meant that you’re lovely! All of you, that is.”
She raised an eyebrow, not really sure what to say. Klaus rambled when he was nervous. And he wasn’t nearly as smooth as his drug lord persona he’d adopted for his undercover work. She liked this Klaus better. “You’re lovely as well.” With a teasing wink, she added, “All of you.” The throbbing of her head reminded her that this definitely was the wrong time to flirt. “Tell me you have a plan,” she muttered, careful to keep her voice low in case the Salvatores were watching them.
“Everything will be fine, Caroline. I promise.”
“Well, this is just awkward. Because I’m pretty sure nothing will be fine for either of you ever again,” Damon sneered, straddling a chair off to the side while Stefan creepily sat so close to Caroline he almost was in her lap. Both brothers had dark eyes, but it was Stefan’s that she found the most disturbing. They were perfectly blank — devoid of emotion — but yet they glittered with an eerie awareness. And right now, it was directed at her.
When Stefan began running his fingers along the top of her hand, she immediately tried to jerk it away, her flesh crawling from his touch. However, his grip was iron and she had no choice but to let him continue his silent exploration.
“Let go of her,” Klaus snarled, struggling to break free of his bonds.
Damon watched him struggle, an amused grin on his pale face as he said, “We’re going to play a game. I’ll ask you questions, and each time you lie, my brother with touch another part of Caroline. And she has so many pretty parts.” He cocked his dark head, his voice little more than a sleazy purr. “And just so you know, Stefan has had his eye on her for awhile. Normally, there’s a strict a hands-off policy with our girls — since it’s just not worth the payoffs or the inevitable body dumps — but your little crush on her is too convenient not to exploit.”
Caroline sucked in a gasp, looking away from Stefan’s blank stare as he continued to weirdly massage her knuckles. Fuck — why was he licking his lips?
Clearly noticing Stefan’s disconcerting behavior, Klaus ground out through clenched teeth, “What do you want to know?”
“Your badge says ‘narcotics’. So, what are you? Cop? DEA?”
“Narcotics agent. With the DEA,” He replied tersely. His steely gaze flicked over to Stefan, who paid him no mind as he continued to toy with Caroline’s hand, running a blunt nail across her cuticles. “I answered your question — let go of her,” he seethed.
Damon shook his head, dark eyes full of mirth as he taunted, “You answered one question. And Stefan is still only touching one of Caroline’s parts. We need to give him a freebie — trust me, you don’t want Stefan to have idle hands.”
She hated that she shivered at Damon’s threatening words, the weight of Stefan’s empty stare making her want to scream. Her thoughts raced at what Klaus had revealed. He wasn’t a local police officer — he worked at the federal level. This meant he was even more useful to her cause than she’d realized. Plus, it meant the Feds already were onto the Salvatores’ drug operation. With a start, she remembered the tiny camera hidden among the gaudy pearls of her ridiculous seashell bra. She needed to make sure everything that happened here was caught on camera.
She subtly shifted, arching her back to get the best possible angle. She sat very still as she focused on Damon to ensure several frames were captured before moving onto Klaus, hoping she properly catalogued all of his injuries. It was when she turned her attention to Stefan that Damon called her out with a sharp laugh, “What’s with you pointing your tits at my brother? Yeah, your rack’s pretty awesome, but you’re one crazy bitch if you think it’s going to save you.”
“Leave her alone,” Klaus demanded, mercifully pulling focus away from her for the moment.
His face cleared as he nodded in agreement. “Right — back to my questions. So how long have the Feds been onto us and what evidence do you guys have?”
Stefan briefly looked away from her, seemingly interested in Klaus’ response, and she quickly considered her options. What could she use as a weapon? She couldn’t risk damaging the camera in her ridiculous bra and the sequins of her mermaid costume only would scrape skin, not break it. Her Salvatore Sirens’ outfit was just as useless as it was uncomfortable. As she shifted her hips, she jumped slightly at the press of the steel boning that was poking its way through a hole in the lining. Of course! She’d accidentally ripped a seam climbing out of the giant clamshell during her act, and there hadn’t been time to see the stage manager before she was expected to mingle with the crowd.
With a slight nudge of her free hand, she caressed the sharp tip of the metal, slowly inching it out of the small tear in the fabric. Once it was out, she hugged it tightly between her palm and her thigh, weighing her options. While she wished she could use it to cut through Klaus’ bonds, Stefan or Damon would stop her first. She had no choice — she’d need to injure Stefan before doing anything else. Feeling slightly queasy, she sucked in a breath and then took advantage of Stefan’s uncomfortably close proximity to lean into him just enough to hide her weapon. Her unexpected move distracted him and she managed to put all of her weight behind the first blow, jamming the rigid piece of metal into his neck. He immediately bellowed, instinctively grabbing at it to yank it out, spraying blood while Damon cursed and reached for her.
She barely avoided Damon’s clutches, shoving a still-screaming Stefan away from her to get to Klaus. However, Klaus surprised her by leaping to his feet, hands already free. He’d silently freed himself and had been biding his time. In a blinding burst of speed, he’d managed to strike down Damon with some sort of downward-slashing movement with his elbow, and delivered a powerful punch to Stefan’s jaw, causing him to crumple to the ground with a pitiful moan, his neck wound continuing to bleed.
A fine spray of blood had splattered across them both and the air stank of sweat; however, Caroline was certain she’d never been more turned on in her life as she stared in wonder at Klaus. Returning her heated gaze, he told her, “You jumped the gun a bit, but I do enjoy a woman who takes charge, love.”
Before she could reply, the room suddenly swarmed with agents who secured the Salvatores and began checking Caroline and Klaus’ injuries. He grimaced a bit when one of the agents poked a bit too hard at his ribs, but continued his debriefing, glancing over at Caroline to say, “While the Salvatores destroyed the bugs I’d planted in here, at least you’ll be able to corroborate what happened.”
Caroline nodded, blue eyes lighting up excitedly as she answered, “Plus, there’s my boob camera!”
From the quirk of his brow and flash of his dimples, it seemed Klaus was anxious to give her evidence a thorough examination.
I decided I’d do a review on The Wolf for KCFanficWeek Day 6- CANON
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Side Note: This is not the opinion of everyone who’s read her story, this is just my take on the story because I can’t send her this in an ask, tumblr doesn’t give us enough words.
1. I consider Yokan to the the unofficial queen of Angst.
Like seriously, if any unfortunate thing happened to any of the writers of Anne with an E, she could definitely replace them. In fact, she’d make me cry more.
Her writing gives you a indepth view of everyone’s feelings, emotions, thoughts and their thought process to their actions. I LOVE IT. It’s so heartbreaking. When she updates, I have to prepare myself to read that update cause 1. Her chapters are amazingly long, because of how indepth she goes into everything. 2. I’m forced to take my time and go through everyone’s thoughts and emotions as she wrote them. It’s like a frigging boat ride into Klaus, Elijah and Caroline’s mind.
2. This story (in my personal view) portrays Klaus to perfection. In fact, as a writer, I always knew that Klaus was paranoid and impulsive, but reading her Caroline and seeing in my mind how accurate everything he says and does is made him truly understand just how monumentally paranoid and terrified he is at his core. So I owe you a huge thanks for opening my eye to something about Klaus that I’ve begun to understand. He’s paranoid, he’s impulsive, he’s bitter, he’s mean...but more true to his character, when Caroline speaks he listens. Because even in TVD, as much as Klaus tries to show her just how much of a monster he is to prove to her that the goodness he shows her isn’t there, he never seems to cross that line with her. He toes it, but it’s almost as if he would rather show her the goodness he thinks isn’t there than to kill the hope she has that he truly isn’t far gone.
3. Caroline as a witch!!!!
It’s been done in various different stories but never in a canon-verse (none that ive read). What I love most about Caroline’s character in The Wolf is that she has a backstory to go with the fact that she’s a witch, and you did it in a way that almost makes it like she and Klaus could relate to each other in a way, whether it was done intentionally or not...GENIUS!
4. I love that you’re making is as CANON to TO while including Klaroline in between the madness of season one with the witches and marcel and giving us what Julie Plec denied us. Trust me, if she had done what you had done, The Originals would still be running, it’d have so much views she wouldn’t dare end it at season 5. I personally stopped watching the Originals after S01E15 because learning that Claire Holt was leaving the show for a while made me feel like the show was gonna be a vampire parody of Two and Half Mikaelsons, the whole haylijah of it etc etc but I love all the twists and I LOVE THAT in the last chapter you didn’t do what the show did in regards to the epic confrontation that happened between Rebekah and Klaus. (we obviously on the same wavelength where that was concerned)
5. I LOVEEEEEE the way you portray Elijah in this. It’s like my second favorite thing actually. I’m a huge advocate for Elijah so anything with Elijah wins me over halfway. I completely understand how he grows his attachment to Caroline and how he confused his emotions. He frustrates me sometimes that he hasn’t figured out how confused he is, but you gotta love that his heart is in the right place. Because even understanding that he has feelings for her (even though he really doesn’t, he’s just confused) he still chooses to be happy for his brother and Caroline. Now about that almost kiss...a bit peeved by Elijah for it but you made up for it with her response to admitting that she was in love with Klaus. You even opened my mind to the possibility that maybe Elijah never really truly loved Tatia, because clearly Tatia was with Klaus first and he admired her from afar but now im wondering if Elijah simply confused his feelings of being enamoured by her for making his brother who has suffered happy for having feelings for her. I wonder...but for those who be mad at Elijah, NOT MY BABY HES JUST CONFUSEDDD!! I also lowkey think he spends too much time around Klaus but truthfully I can never think of Klaus without Elijah by his side.
6. The Klaroline interactions are amazing and so true to the couple because they rarely share moments like the moments they shared in season 5 of the originals, they’re always in a state where Klaus is being an ass, Caroline is telling him how wrong he is, he continues to be an ass and she puts her foot down, and him trying to find a way for them both to get what they want without sacrificing his ego or reputation. Then there’s those rare moments like Caroline pissed that Elena stole her prom dress or them trying to find the places where the sacrifices for Silas were going to take place, that little thing between them when she was trying to decifer the words on the sword, or even the entire episode where Caroline and Klaus went on a date to the Miss Mystic Event. You managed to mix it up perfectly.
Lastly, im pissed that there’s no season 2!!!! The possibilities of where this story could go is literally endless and I can just picture them with all the chaos I heard happened in season 2 and the seasons after that. Like pretty pretty pretty please consider doing it!!! I’m also slightly pissed that it’s not rated M but I considering the genius of the fic and understanding how taxing doing smut scenes can be (me personally cause I have a pending smut scene to write and I literally haven’t written it and 2 months have passed.) I can forgive it cause the story doesn’t need it, cause its that good.
I can’t wait for the next chapter to find out how they’re going to come to some resolve or come together especially seeing how Klaus was affected by Caroline’s stand-off with him. I could feel the defeat in him when I read it.
When The Wolf is over, I’m gonna miss your writing so much like seriously I need your writing in my life. Could you do some KC short story about them having divorced for something and them going through the angst of everything that happened and finding their way back to each other. It doesn’t have to be a lengthy story in regards to chapters just something so I can continue to be blessed with your amazing creative brain!
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A/N- This is just my personal thoughts on the story and I wanted to do this to show her my appreciation!
My favorite scene from a canon fanfic is definitely in Love Interruption where Caroline and her friends were confronted with the truth of her relationship and feelings about Klaus in the rain where he reveals he was alive. I know it’s dark but there was something about it that felt like she was facing her truth head on and dealing with it. There was something I loved about it despite how they reacted.
If you could start a spin off from any klaroline scene what would it be?
Ooo A dark fanfiction following the klaroline scene in 4x07 where he tells her he knew shew as faking and as punishment he kidnaps her and leaves Mystic Falls but they get to spend time with each other without everyone else casting judgement on her.
Fantasy CANON scene/drabble/oneshot/fanfic?
It’s been done many times, even I’v’e done this, but I’d like to see more various ways of Caroline bringing back Klaus from the dead because she couldn’t live in a world where he doesn’t exist anymore. UGH MY HEART.
Favorite CANON Graphic/Edit/Gifset and/or Manip?
I actually really like love interruption fanfic cover by @approvesomuch
Written for @kcfanficweek Klaroline Fanfiction Week Day 4 - Humor/Comedy Fanfic Day. This is a follow-up to my work in A Beautiful Symmetry, Chapter 55: Part 1 – Klaroween Bingo. Thanks for all of the asks and encouragement to write more from this world. Enjoy!
Please review here.
Part 2: The Ghoul Next Door
“I didn’t think it would be so big.”
“Surely you’ve handled bigger, love.”
“Yeah, but it’s been a while,” Caroline panted, feeling a slight twinge in her arms from holding the same position for so long. Coffins were heavier than she realized.
A chance meeting in the woods where two strangers happened to be burying their kills at the same time somehow led to inappropriate flirting and now Caroline was helping Klaus carry coffins into her house because he suggested they might prevent freezer burn better than the body bags she’d been using. And once they finished unloading the coffins, she fully intended to explore those heated glances the cocky Original kept sending her way.
Her skin felt too tight; a sure sign that it had been far too long since she’d taken a lover. Her people weren’t known for their gentleness, and she’d broken an inconvenient number of pelvises over the years before she finally gave up on humans and indulged in the carnal pleasures other supernatural creatures could offer. The Original Hybrid appeared to be quite sturdy, she inwardly thought, allowing her assessing gaze to trail over the powerful lines of his well-formed body.
She had just started visualizing the exquisite cabernet she’d pour for them — maybe set out some tangy gorgonzola-stuffed tonsils and put on some music — when a voice startled them both.
“Care!”
Temporarily forgetting they were ancient, powerful supernatural creatures, they both froze, the two coffins they were carrying awkwardly caught between them as they exchanged twin looks of panic.
Caroline put on an overly bright smile as she slightly turned to face Matt, one of her very human employees at the wine bar. “Matt! Hi! Umm, what are you doing here?”
“I brought over those oak-aged merlot cases the distributor had screwed up during last week’s supply run.” He ducked his head shyly, adding in an endearingly hopeful tone, “I knew you were stressed about it, so I picked them up myself rather than risking another late delivery.”
She was stunned. “You drove more than three hours to secure tomorrow night’s shipment? Wow, someone’s after a raise.”
“Someone’s after a bit more than a raise,” Klaus muttered, throwing a completely unnecessary glare at Matt.
The uncomfortable silence deepened, and Caroline followed Matt’s curious gaze and nearly dropped the coffins. “Oh! These are...umm...well, coffins, obviously,” she said, wincing at her high-pitched voice — like the screech of a freshly castrated ‘Nice Guy’. “And we’re using them to...” she trailed off helplessly, looking over the curved tops of the coffins to see if Klaus had any ideas.
Klaus quirked his eyebrow, an amused expression on his face, but otherwise seemed content to watch her flounder for an excuse. Asshat. And here she’d been planning on seducing him with the fancy appetizers. Now, he’d be lucky if she offered him a stale Funyun.
“To...help decorate for some theme nights we’re doing at the wine bar,” she finally blurted out, hastily adding, “You know, like instead of Christmas in July, we’re hosting Halloween in...March,” she finished lamely.
As the weird silence stretched out, she finally nodded at Klaus, stupidly expecting him to say something helpful, but of course, he was content to just flash that dimpled smirk of his. Thinking fast, she continued with, “And there will be drink specials like ‘shrieks and shiraz’, and ‘merlot massacre’.”
Matt eagerly stepped forward to help her carry her end of the coffins. “Or how about ‘sauvignon boo’?”
After another uncomfortable silence, Klaus flatly said, “Well, clearly Caroline uses the gold standard in her hiring practices.”
“Yes, I do,” She quickly answered, giving Matt a reassuring smile. As the three of them managed to shuffle into the dining room, she said in an overly cheerful voice, “Okay, let’s just set these down over here and then we’re done!”
She hoped Matt didn’t notice the way she and Klaus instinctively relaxed as he started toward the door, and then immediately tensed when he stopped midway to ask, “Hey, mind if I use your bathroom first?”
“Sure,” she chirped, fervently hoping that she’d remembered to put away the floor sander she’d been using on her extra-curly toenails. That one would be hard to explain.
The moment he left them alone, Klaus asked in irritation, “Why can’t we just compel your idiot human?”
Caroline wildly waved her arms at him, hissing, “Keep your voice down! I put vervain in my employees’ drinks.” At his incredulous expression, she shrugged defensively. “What? I like to level the playing field for humans. It’s only fair since most of them have no idea what’s really out there.”
He crossed his arms in front of his chest, grumbling, “Or, you have a fondness for humans who are trying to get in your knickers.”
“Seriously?! That’s not even...that’s ridiculous...I mean, my people don’t even wear knickers.” She blushed at his intrigued expression, awkwardly explaining, “There’s umm...extra chafing that happens because our skin is very sensitive.”
It was clear from his sexy smirk that they’d be exploring her particular sensitivities soon, but then Matt’s uncertain voice interrupted as he called out, “Uh, Care?”
He’s in the living room. Fuck! That’s where they put the other coffins and tested out some of the corpses to find the right fit. She forced herself to move at a more human speed, grateful that Klaus did the same. As they rounded the corner, she felt panic start to sink in at the sight of Matt kneeling beside one of the corpses hanging halfway out of a coffin. Would he assume the bodies were part of the wine bar’s theme night decor?
Matt unexpectedly started poking a corpse, shuddering. “Wow, they’re really cold. What did you make the bodies out of? Frozen turkeys?”
“Among other things,” Klaus lied smoothly.
Caroline hurriedly explained, “Klaus is my...body expert.” At her hasty explanation, Klaus made a choking noise, looking ridiculously pleased with himself.
Matt nodded in understanding, picking up what appeared to be a bit of ear that had broken off when they moved the corpse from the freezer. He sniffed it, causing both Caroline and Klaus to recoil slightly. He helpfully told Klaus, “It still kinda smells like lunchmeat though, so you might want to rethink your ingredients.”
