KILL OF THE NIGHT for @helpless-in-sleep
I wanna taste the way that you bleed, oh
You're my kill of the night
Now you're mine
But what do I do with you, boy
I'll take your heart
To kick around as a toy
The danger is I'm dangerous
And I might just tear you apart
-Kill of the Night by Gin Wigmore
Caroline crouches low, hands steady, breath a silent warning in the air, she's got a finger on a trigger, a life before her to take, to pierce, to kill, and here her heart only knows the beginning hush of satisfaction that will soon settle around her shoulders just as it always has with every werewolf killed and eradicated by her hand; an act that has become a comforting habit of a sort; an instinct that works with the same familiarity and efficiency of a well oiled machine.
She breathes carefully through her nose with all the invisibility of a ghost, and in this moment as she aims her gun at the Alpha wolf on the forest floor, she thinks: this death will be no different.
Yet when the bullet whirrs through the air and pierces the majestic wolf's heart—she realizes how ridiculously and unbelievably wrong she had been, when It was her chest that exploded in unimaginable pain, without a single drop of blood in sight—
Her mother was right: Fate had a terrible sense of humor no one would enjoy.
OR in other words a Werewolf-Hunter!Caroline x Werwolf-Alpha!Klaus x mates x Enemies to Lovers AU