Fang Club is based on Chuck Palahniuk's "Fight Club". All credits go to the autor.
People are always asking her if she knows Klaus Mikaelson.
Klaus saves her life and says, there's a whole world out there waiting for her. Genuine beauty.
All she has to do is ask.
This is her life, and it's ending one minute at a time. Death will commence in five, four, three, two, one...
She doesn't want to die.
Klaus gives her a bracelet, a dress, a hand-painted picture, and says, he fancies her. She's full of light. What he is yet to know is that she's a predator posing as a house pet. Rome? Paris? Tokyo? Wow. You big tourist. But that's not how it works.
She finds herself at the Grill.
"Join us for a drink?"
"I'd rather die of thirst. But thanks."
He is Klaus' inflamed sense of rejection.
"Talk to me. Get to know me. I dare you."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Just to be clear, I'm too smart to be seduced by you."
"Oh I get it, it's very clever."
"How's that working out for you?"
"Keep it up, then."
And then, Klaus is gone.
Let me tell you a little bit about Klaus Mikaelson. He is a... night person. While the rest of us is sleeping, he... plots.
When you are a vampire, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake.
He's a man cursed by his mother. He's wondering if another woman is really what he needs. Caroline... the little scratch on the roof of his mouth that would heal if only he could stop tonguing it, but he can't. If he had a tumor, he'd name it Caroline.
She wakes up in a dark hotel room.
She wakes up in a hotel bed.
If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
Darkness. She turns on a small lamp on a bedside table. A neat room, white walls, crimson curtains. The bathroom on the right, the window on the left, the door across from the bed. Nowhere to hide.
She knows it must have been Klaus. Bathroom door shuts and he comes into the room, with his hair wet, wearing only a pair of jeans. She still can smell blood on him.
"What did you do, psycho boy?"
She is Caroline's lack of surprise.
"I felt like destroying something beautiful."
He is Klaus' smirking revenge.
"You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh," she cringes.
Then she notices it. Her daylight ring is gone.
"Where is my ring at?"
"Don't end a sentence with a preposition, love."
"Where is the ring at, Klaus, you crazy fu—"
Then she launches herself at him and pins him to the floor.
He doesn't even try to resist. Klaus just lays there, sprawled on the floor, his eyes silently daring her.
She, on the other hand, is furious.
She hits him in the jaw.
And straight in the nose.
And then she punches him in the face once more.
She's fuming with anger.
She breaks his nose like he broke her world.
He just grins. She blinks. Twice.
"What?" She's still panting.
"Finally, love, you lost control while being around me."
"I hate you so much…!" She spits.
"Hate is better than indifference." That grin again. He tilts his head. "Where is that clever Caroline now?" It's too much.
She wants to hit him again but she notices how close they are, and how... almost-naked he is.
She can't stop staring.
She doesn't want to stop staring.
She feels so guilty. Guilt traps her like a cage.
"Stop trying to control everything and just let go, Caroline. Let. Go!" He throws her across the room. She hits the white bare wall and slides to the floor, only to jump to her feet again a second later. She tries to kick him, but he grabs her ankle and she lands on her back on the soft, crimson carpet, pinned down.
She looks like she is going to explode with rage in a minute or two.
The bomb is ticking. Tik tok. Oh how she despises him. Oh how she…
She bites her lip while he leans down with a vicious, triumphant smile on his lips and whispers to her ear.
"Go ahead, Caroline, you can cry."
And then, something happens. She lets go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. She finds freedom. Losing all hope is freedom.
She knows this because Klaus knows this.
Nothing is solved when the fight is over, but nothing matters.
She reaches for his head. Their lips collide, and so do their bodies. She finds his touch intoxicating, he finds her lips captivating. Her shirt flies to a corner of the room, her bra follows. His jeans are left somewhere behind them. They crash on the bed like a wild, raging ball of fire. There's no time for thinking.
Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.
She wakes up in the brightly lit hotel room.
She wakes up in the warm bed.
The sun is up in the sky. The curtains are open. The sun. The ring. Where's her ring at? Son of a… She looks down on her right hand.
The ring is back again. Klaus is gone – again. And she is naked.
Suddenly the room seems claustrophobic. Sickeningly white and crimson. No pictures on the walls, no telephone, no hotel's card, no hint as to where she is. No clothes anywhere so she can't just leave the room. She wants to throw something at the wall but there's even no fucking flowers in no fucking vase.
She's sitting there naked and angry.
And she's lost inside.
Is Klaus Caroline's bad dream? Or is Caroline his?
She hears footsteps in the hallway. Not ready to confront him, she decides to pretend to be asleep. She pulls the crimson covers up to her neck, closes her eyes, and waits.
One step closer.
Two. Three. Four.
The door unlocks and creaks.
So she was being locked all this time. Better safe than sorry, huh?
She hears him put something on the floor and take off his jacket. She hears him approach her.
The bed shifts under him as he lays next to her. He's staring at her face, she feels it. She doggedly keeps her eyes shut. He's staring.
Stop it, damn it!
He's reaching to touch her face when her eyes snap open. He smirks.