Chapter 5: Through the Rose Coloured Looking Glass

Well…I'm not even going to try to think of an excuse. I've been a really unreliable authoress, I know…I know. The worst thing is that it wasn't about having enough time to write, because I always have time nowadays. However, the problem was that I just couldn't figure out what I wanted to write. No, I would not call it a writer's block. It's more like I've completely forgotten what direction I even wanted this story to go in. I'm not even entirely sure what the original plot was. It's been so long that I just am at a loss. Yes, it is that bad. Right now, I'm just gonna be brainstorming and figuring out my next move in regards to this story and hopefully the next chapter can be up soon.

I've also been spending a lot of time on livejournal, because I've become addicted to the greatness of kpop music *o* I've barely even been on o.O So I don't even know what's been going on around here lately.

So I apologize for any inconveniences I've caused and I hope that I can get back into the flow of things. Your reviews and support are what keep me going. I love you guys! *muah*

(27/7/15) Edited this chapter. A new chapter should be posted as soon as I get my bearings back and figure out where I want this story to go since it's been forever and a half.

Disclaimer: Do I even need to repeat the fact that I do not own the Vampire Diaries? -_-

She shifted her long toned limbs against the soft white Egyptian cotton sheets, which felt like silk against her bare skin. She bundled herself within the sheets, burrowing herself further into the covers and inhaling the scent of vanilla, cinnamon and fresh mint, with a hint of the musky reminder of their activities from the night before, and the many many times after that. The thought brought a smirk to her face. Feeling childish, she rolled around playfully and then buried her head in her pillow. She flopped on to her back and wriggled her toes, feeling totally light and carefree. She lazily cracked open her eyes, glancing around her idly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

She woke up feeling more rested than she remembered in ages. Raising her arms above her head to stretch, she felt all the knots in her back rearrange themselves with a slight pop. She tucked her legs beneath her body and rolled her neck. She unconsciously reached out to touch the spot next to her. It was then that she noticed that she was in bed alone. For some strange reason, she couldn't stop the pout that appeared on her lips. She sighed and disentangled herself from the sheets. Where the hell did her dear husband decide to run off to now?

Rubbing at her eyes, she glanced around the room, seeing the bathroom door cracked a bit and she could make out the faint sound of the shower running. So, Damon was awake and apparently still in the room.

She sighed and could barely restrain the silly grin that crept upon her features. She had not left the room in two days. She tapped her chin lightly, contemplating her next move. With renewed confidence and a sultry air about her, she rose from the bed, the sheets slithering down her body and strutted towards the bathroom, pushing the door open with the palm of her hand. The sight that greeted her made her lose her breath and her knees weak. She thought that she'd be calling all the shots, trying to tempt him with her feminine appeal, but how could he turn the tables on her…Without even turning around to face her?

She watched, completely entranced as the water from the showerhead cascaded down his ripped physique, rippling down his thick dark hair, sculpted jawline, broad shoulders, defined torso and toned limbs. Her mouth watered at the image and the heat pooled within her thighs. How could she even forget that he had such a delicious ass? Oh damn, now she'd be caught ogling.

He sensed her presence before she even set foot into the bathroom, hearing her tossing and turning in her sleep amused him to no end and now, smelling her heady arousal was making him hard. Just how long was she planning on standing there anyways? He couldn't help but smirk at her.

"Good morning to you too, Princess," he drawled teasingly, snapping her out of her racy thoughts and tinting her cheeks red. "How's the view from over there?"

She sputtered at him, completely caught off guard and he had the gall to laugh at her incoherency. He was more than enjoying this.

She narrowed her eyes at his back and cursed him under her breath. She absent- mindedly wondered just how long she was standing there and gaping at him like some lust driven fan girl. Damn him and his sex appeal. Of course he'd know that she was getting all hot and bothered just by watching him taking a shower. No wonder the damn curtain was open. It was like a silent invitation for her to come to him.

With that realization, she straightened her spine and drew confidence from within her, before asking him, "Would you mind if I joined you?"

His ears perked up at her request and he turned around to meet her gaze. If just the back of Damon's body was a drool worthy sight and enough to arouse any female (or male) then the front of his body was like heaven on earth in the form of a man gifted in the powers of seduction and temptation. How could someone look so sinfully tempting and delicious?

He reached out his hand to her, beckoning her to him with a wave of his hand and she followed him with no complaints, walking closer and closer to him until she could feel the cool droplets racing down her skin and his chest against her palms. He grasped her hands within his, pulling her body flush against his own, and revelling in the feel of skin against skin. He could feel her warmth, her heartbeat, her breath, her lust…He could feel her, but he wanted more. He wanted all of her…Everything.

He lowered his head to capture her lips in a fiery kiss, one that would leave her breathless. She threaded her fingers through his hair and brought his head closer to her own, her tongue twisting and turning against his own and she moaned into the kiss. He snaked an arm around her waist and slammed her back to the wall, wrapping her legs around his hips and pressing his quickly hardening manhood against her already moist and dripping core.

She shifted her hips, seeking friction from him, to appease the lust that was gnawing away at her consciousness. He parted from her lips and licked a trail from the curve of her jaw, down her neck and to her pert rosy nipples, taking a bud into his mouth and sucking mercilessly whilst fondling the other with his free hand. She let out a cry at the action and arched up, her body quivering from the sensation.

But he didn't stop there, he unlatched his mouth from her breast and continued his journey, going lower and lower until he could nuzzle her centre and breathe in her sweet scent. She sank her fingers into his hair, tugging at the roots and throwing her legs over his shoulders to give him better access. He suckled away at her centre, drawing moan after moan after moan from her as he explored her tight inner walls with his tongue. He loved the taste of her, but he loved burying himself inside her even more.

With one last teasing lick, he removed his head from between her legs to stare at her. Her face was flushed, eyes half-lidded and mouth parted, all in the name of pleasure. She whined at the loss of contact but he quickly shut her up by drawing her hips back down to his, the contact made them both groan. Her legs found themselves tangled around his waist once more and without warning, he plunged himself within her, burying himself up to the hilt.

Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, her head lolling to the side and her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He rested his head on her shoulder, breathing in and out slowly, giving her a moment to adjust to the intrusion, before grabbing her hips and slamming back into her. She moaned and thrashed against him wantonly, then raked her hands down his back, earning a hiss from him. He began thrusting in and out of her at a brutal pace, losing himself in the heat of her core. She tightened her legs around him and met his thrusts with vigour. Their combined moans, grunts and groans bounced off the walls and echoed around the room.

When he felt her walls tightening around him, he picked up his pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin was now deafening. The water from the shower making their bodies slide against each other effortlessly. She was close, oh so close…But so was he.

He covered her mouth with his one last time, to swallow her moans. She came screaming his name. He came shouting hers.

When her orgasm hit her, she could see flashes of light, stars, spots, all of the above and more. It was mind blowing and maddening.

When he came, he swore he could see a little slice of heaven. His mind was on cloud nine.

They panted and panted, trying desperately to catch their intermingling breaths. Their vision was a bit hazy and their minds could barely process coherent thoughts, but they'd never felt better. Her eyes were still glazed over as she slumped against him tiredly and he pressed his forehead to hers, gazing into her eyes deeply.

He was more sure than anything else, that there was nothing more beautiful than the Elena right before him – bare and still on high from her orgasm but oh so precious and breath taking. He wanted to give her every single compliment he could think of or even place her on a pedestal, but he could think of nothing more. He wanted to say something, anything. His mind was blank and the only thing in his vision was her satisfied but smiling face.

"You don't have to say anything, Damon," she murmured tiredly, leaning her head on his shoulder, "It's okay for now, this moment is already perfect as it is. Just let it stay that way,"

He smiled down at her, a small smile, but a genuine smile and kissed the top of her head. Cradling her body in his arms, he carried her out of the bathroom and to the bed, but not before wrapping a large fluffy white towel around her shivering form. She was drifting off to sleep again, but she knows in the back of her mind that she definitely heard him say, "I'm so glad that you're mine, Mrs. Elena Salvatore,"

The sunlight filtered into the room through the biege coloured drapes that were conveniently left wide open, bathing the room and everything in it in a warm golden glow. The blonde shifted and groaned at the early morning light that was much too bright for her tastes. She tried to raise a hand to her face to shield her eyes from the onset of the rays, but any sort of movement was a pain. She shifted around in the dark sheets trying to find a more comfortable position to go back to sleep but it was futile. She could always just zip over to the curtains and close them then jump right back into bed but she didn't want to leave the warm cocoon just yet. She didn't even remember her bed being this comfortable before, much less this spacious. Something was definitely off here, but she couldn't put her finger on it yet. It was when she finally tuned into her senses that she realized that she was the one who was out of place.

Fighting against the hurt, she stretched her arms above her head and looked around, only to find that she had a pulsating headache. Well the headache was to be expected because she decided to get drunk off her rocker last night and the sun was not helping her case right now. What she wasn't expecting was the fact that not only was she not in her own bed, but she was as naked as the day she was born. Considering these two very important details, it wasn't a stretch to conclude that she had sex last night. However, as to who she had sex with, well that detail was a little blurry due to all the alcohol she indulged. This hangover was going to be a pain in the ass.

Regardless of that fact, she needed to get a move on. She pushed herself up into a sitting position and allowed her gaze to wander around the room, admiring the decor of the place. Whoever this room belonged to had some impressive taste - the room was huge and carefully decorated with numerous picture frames lining the walls, a heavy emphasis on wood furnishings and a dark colour scheme with various shades of brown and black. There was this weird niggling feeling in the back of her mind that told her that there was something oddly familiar about this place, as if she should very well know who this room belonged to even if she had never step foot in here before. There was a distinct aura about the place and a scent that was assaulting her senses - but not in a bad way, in fact, the scent was doing things to her hormones and she wasn't entirely sure why. Actually no, she knew exactly why. There was no denying it.

Come to think of it, how on earth could she mistake that rich musky scent mixed with a hint of sandalwood and pine? She knew this scent anywhere because that cologne was distinct and so like him, just like how his room suited him perfectly. Everything fell into place now because it was so obvious. Damn it all to hell, what has she done?

Ugh, she couldn't believe that she ended up sleeping with Klaus. Okay, that was a lie - she could totally believe it. She always did have the desire to sleep with him, she just never imagined that she would actually act upon it. That just goes to show you why it is not wise to get drunk with the one guy you're supposed to hate even if you can't help but be attracted to him. She should have just gone straight home last night and not decided to drink at all.

It was official; Caroline Forbes was a horrible person - she just committed one of the most taboo acts ever. She just technically cheated on her boyfriend (since they were on a "break") with his worst enemy and yet she didn't regret it. Okay, screw the technicalities, this was still considered cheating and she shouldn't be trying to excuse her behaviour because it was still wrong. Instead of feeling guilty that she cheated on Tyler, she was slightly annoyed that she would barely be able to remember what it felt like to finally have sex with Klaus. It just goes to show you exactly where her priorities lied. So once again, she is reminded of how much she sucked as a person, more specifically, a vampire. That alcohol must have killed some of her brain cells for having her thinking like this.

She should be freaking out and beating herself up about this, or at least trying to do some damage control but she couldn't bring herself to do so. She weighed her options mentally and once again sighed. Why was she so calm about this? Why was she even hesitating? Had she just decided to accept her fate and move on? Or did she decide to wait around and see what happened?

This was so not her morning. This was insane. Just what the hell had she gotten herself into? She needed to get out of here before he came back from wherever the hell he was at in the first place. She would have expected him to be in bed with her, probably even spooning her and gloating about how he finally got have her for himself, but he wasn't. It was a little weird that he wasn't in bed with her, but at least this way it was less awkward than to wake up next to him and do the walk of shame. She ignored the slight pang of disappointment and set about trying to get out of bed and out the door (preferably the window) without being noticed. There was no way in hell that she would be staying in here any longer than necessary. She was already out of her mind for even staying this long. She needed to high tail it out of this place and pretend as if this never happened.

"Leaving so soon, love?" came that oh so familiar accented voice with obvious amusement laced in his tone, without even looking at him, she could tell that he was smirking. Damn it, he was back already. She froze in her spot and snapped her head around to face him. There he was, leaning against the doorway in all his shirtless glory, only donning a pair of loose gray pyjama pants. She forgot how hot he looked without a shirt on because those abs were very distracting and so was that tattoo. Did she mention that she had a thing for guys with tattoos? She needed to calm her raging hormones before she ended up jumping him again and that was the last thing she needed to do right now because she shouldn't even be here in the first place. So much for slipping away unnoticed.

Quickly averting her eyes from him, she cleared her throat and schooled her features.

"I take it that we slept together, right?" she asked calmly, trying to keep her hysterics under check. He rose an eyebrow at the question and snorted at her asking the obvious. Caroline Forbes was something else, she certainly didn't want to waste time beating around the bush. Though he had to give her credit for sticking around so long, he expected her to cut as soon as she woke up.

"Yes, sweetheart, we did sleep together. I must say, you are quite marvellous in bed. I would love to have you again, of course without all that liquor in your system." He murmured silkily, his gaze smouldering and making her a little hot under the collar. She swallowed and refocused her attention on finding her clothes so she wouldn't have to look at him. She quickly gathered her belongings and turned towards him with a stern expression - it was time to get serious.

"Well, unfortunately for you, this is never ever happening again." She stated bluntly, her hands on her hips as she stared him down. He rolled his eyes at her and then pushed himself off of the door frame to make his way towards her. She instantly straightened up at his move, but stood her ground, she would not be intimidated. She folded her arms across her chest and glared up at him. He sent her a lazy smirk, relaxed his shoulders and slipped his hands into his pockets, his posture completely at ease in contrast to her defensive stance.

"You sound so sure of yourself there, love," he drawled snidely, but then his voice dropped to a low silky tone, "However, I'm sure that I can persuade you to change your mind."

Caroline nearly gaped at him, but managed to reign in her emotions at the last second. It wasn't hard for him to make her flustered, but she be damned if she let him know just how much control he had over her body. She narrowed her eyes at him and sent him a smirk of her own whilst tilting her head to the side and sizing him up. He sent her a calculating gaze, silently trying to decipher her behaviour.

"You can say whatever you want, Klaus. You're never going to have me." she stated drily, shaking her head at him. Caroline was stubborn, but she was also a terrible liar. He stepped closer to her once more, so that he invaded her personal bubble and she blanched at the movement. He leaned over her with his hands still in his pockets and brought his mouth near to her ear, just close enough so that she could feel the words as he said them.

"Deny it all you want, love. You may want to play off the attraction between us as one-sided when you know that it is anything but that. You want me just as much as I want you, in fact I can guarantee that Tyler will never be able to satisfy you the way I can." He purrs, his tone absolutely seductive and almost velvety, especially in that rich accent.

She felt her knees go weak and her resolve begin to crumble. He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest - the action made her gasp in surprise. At first her eyes were wide with shock and her mouth agape, but as the seconds ticked by, her brows furrowed and she nibbled on her lip in contemplation. She was watching him carefully, but made no move to disentangle herself from his embrace. He trained his eyes on her form, watching her for any kind of sign. He actually expected her to put up a fight and tear herself away from him, but instead she was still here in his arms. Now he was curious to find out what she would do next.

Then a devious idea popped into his head and his lips stretched into a mischievous grin. He slowly lowered his head until his lips were only mere millimetres away from hers. Her eyes immediately fluttered close and she held her breath, waiting for him to close the distance between them and grace her with a kiss. However, as the seconds ticked by she realized that the kiss was not happening. She blinked her eyes open and let out an undignified squawk in disbelief. He chuckled at her, his eyes crinkling as he laughed and glared at his all too amused face, her cheeks tinted red from embarrassment. That asshole totally pulled a fast one on her. She pushed him back and stomped away from him, eager to put some distance between them and to calm her (un)beating heart.

Caroline was annoyed and the worst part was that she was annoyed just because she didn't get kissed by that blonde bastard. More than anything she was annoyed at herself for feeling annoyed in the first place. This was absolutely ridiculous. Screw him and his games, she would not be taken for a fool, she was leaving now and he could go throw himself off of a cliff for all she cared. She knew this was a bad idea from the very beginning, she was never letting this happen ever again. Damn herself for letting her guard down and allowing him get to her like that.

Just as she was about to bolt for the door, he blocked her exit and held her face in his hands before finally capturing her lips in a kiss. She melted in his hold and he deepened the kiss after feeling her respond. Their kiss started off slow and sensual but quickly turned fiery and passionate. It was a clash of teeth, tongues and lips whilst groping at each other as they swallowed their moans and groans. Before the kiss could escalate any further, they pulled apart. Both of them were panting as they locked eyes, lips still tingling and pupils dilated with desire. The lust for each other radiated off of them in waves.

Just like their kiss, there was always a constant push and pull between them. There was undoubtedly something brewing between them. They had a strange kind of energy between them that was powerful, it was electrifying and it put them on edge because they were always hyper aware of each other.

Honestly, if the kiss persisted any longer he would have taken her up against the door and very well fucked her into the next century, but he held himself back. He wanted her so much that it was unbelievable, but he had to restrain himself. As much as he would do anything to have her, he wasn't going to push it. She was unfortunately still with Tyler and was most likely having conflicting thoughts as it was. Klaus couldn't believe that he was listening to his brain over his cock in a situation like this, not only that, he was making the right call for her and not himself. He wanted her to choose him, not just because of the intense sexual chemistry between them, but because she genuinely liked him and wanted to be with him.

She could still feel his hands on her body and his taste on her lips - she didn't even have to look at herself to know that she looked like she had a very thorough make out session. Just seeing him looking all ruffled told her enough. She wanted to grab him close to her and kiss him once more, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. It was terrifying how much her body was screaming at her to do something, anything. Initially, she thought that if she did it once and got it out of her system then she'd be fine and dandy then she could move on. But now that she finally had a taste of him, she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep resisting the attraction between them.

The first time was a mistake - one that she should regret and try her hardest to forget - but the second time would definitely be a choice and there would be no mistakes there. She would never be able to take it back. She shouldn't be doing this, she shouldn't be here. She was finally feeling the weight of her sins on her back. How could she be so stupid?

The silence between them stretched on and the tension in the air remained thick and uncomfortable - it felt stifling. There were so many things that needed to be said to clear the air, but neither of them made the move to say anything. He reached out to touch her, but she flinched away as if burnt. He was hurt, to say the least, he was hoping that he wouldn't get that kind of reaction from her.

This time, she actually did escape and he did nothing to stop her. He had to let her go because who was he to hold her back? He wanted to go after her and embrace her, tell her that everything would be okay and that he was in love with her, but this timing would be inappropriate. How the hell could he tell her that now? She was still dating Tyler, well for now at least, until he found out about this incident, but even then, would she still look his way? Would she still want to explore these feelings? Would she turn her back on him and never speak to him again? Would she run away and ignore what they had between them?

In his head, he only had thoughts of her and what they could be. The only thought that raced through her mind was that she definitely cheated on Tyler. What was worse, was that she might actually have some unresolved feelings for Klaus. The question was would anything actually develop between them besides something physical? Were they even capable of having a functional loving relationship?

He sighed and lifted a hand to his face to rub at his aching temples. He needed to leave her alone for a while. She didn't need to hear what else he had to say right now. Hell, he doubted that she even wanted to hear anything he had to say right now, much less want to see his face. She - no, they - needed to deal with the consequences of their actions first. With one last glance at the door, he turned away and decided that it was high time that he got himself a drink. He was way too sober for this right now.

She thrashed from side to side, unable to keep her body still. Sweat clung to her olive coloured skin like a second coat. She felt like she was suffocating. Her long black hair was tangled around her and her heartbeat was accelerating. Her mind was racing, the images were flittering through her head at light speed.

In her mind, she could see the blinding white walls of the hospital and on the bed was the fragile sleeping body of Jeremy, but hovering over defenceless form was a contemplative Elena, except her mind told her that it wasn't Elena, her eyes were dark and vicious with webbed veins around the edges. Her fangs glinted in the pale light of the moon before sinking down into the sleeping blonde's neck and ripping it apart.

Her mind reeled from the shock and her body jerked violently, this couldn't be happening now.

"JEREMY! NOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed as she finally woke up. Her body was tingling, her head was pounding and her breaths came out as pants. As much as she wanted to believe that that was just a typical nightmare, every fibre in her being told her that it was not. She had just had a vision…and in her vision…Jeremy was going to die.

This chapter was completely rewritten, minus the scene with Delena. It's also way shorter than the original chapter because a lot of the scenes were scrapped. The plot is changing and the pace of this story is changing as well. I hope you guys will be pleased with how it plays out! XD