you are the hero to my villian

little hummingbird

"Well well well, arent you new?" He said with a dark tone laced to his sweet accent, he had a deadly gleam to his eye and a menacing smirk on his face.

"My name is Caroline Forbes, Mr. Mikaelson. Matt Donovan sent me," she informed him, trying to meet his gaze with as steady a backbone like he met hers with.

"Is that so," he mused, his eyes narrowing while he still held that amused smirk. "Well, Miss Forbes, may I see your credentials? I presume if Elijah let you down here, your position must be legitimate. So let's just say this is for my…peace of mind."

Caroline nodded, opening her briefcase to retrieve her I.D. badge. She held it up for him to see. He tilted his head down a little, giving her a you-must-be-joking-me stare. 

"Mind coming a bit closer?" he asked, obviously meaning it as an instruction. "My eyesight is fading a tad."

She stepped closer, not once looking away from him. This was going against that whole rule of not being anywhere near the glass, but what was she to do? She couldn't refuse him, it wouldnt go well for the investigation if she were to completely ingnore his simple requests. I mean its not as if she was going to set him free from his confined glass cage.

"That's not a real badge, is it?" he asked knowingly, after having peeked at it for only a couple seconds. No point lying, she supposed.

"I'm still a student at the academy," she informed him.

"Looks like our Matt is a little desperate," he grinned, chuckling to himself. "Why would he send me a trainee, when clearly he has more skilled individuals actually working for him?"

"I offered to help," she said as firmly as she could. That wasn't a complete lie. Matt had asked her initially, but she agreed to it.

"What a silly thing to do," he noted, cocking his head to the side as he studied her. "This is no place for a girl like you."

"Well, Mr. Mikaelson—"

"Please…call me Klaus," he told her sweetly, sending chills up her spine.

"How do you know what I'm like, Klaus?" she asked slowly. "Why do you think I'm not capable of being here?"

Klaus grinned, moving closer to the glass so that he could lean against it, both arms placed lazily above him while he continued to stare at her. Caroline tried to keep from showing any emotion, but she was scared out of her mind.

"You've never played in the big leagues before. Not really. You don't seem the type."

"That's quite an assumption," she grinned tightly, trying not to get offended. He was trying to get inside her head.

"I never make assumptions," he told her with finality. "I would never have eluded your friends for so long if I had. Next question?"

Caroline nodded, and began twirling her thumbs nervously. She needed to change the subject. They needed something else to talk about. It felt too soon to bring up the questionnaire.

"Did you draw all of those?" Caroline nodded toward the drawings.

"Every last one," he said simply, looking at her expectantly. "Do you draw?"

"I'm afraid not. I make stick figures look like garbage. Have you gone to all those places in your pictures?"

"I have. The people there were always so friendly," he chuckled. "And you? Have you been to Paris? Rome? Tokyo?"

Caroline tried to keep the bile back. She felt sorry for the poor souls he had met.

"They're very good," she said honestly, ignoring his question about if she had been anywhere before. But she remembered that he was an artist. That could be seen by the work he made with his victim's blood.

"You're too kind," he drawled. Nothing. He didn't say anything more. There wasn't a remark about how she hadn't answered his other question. She took a deep breath. Might as well bring up why she came there if he was going to be like this.

Caroline bent down to pull the packet of papers out of her briefcase. "So, Klaus, I came here to see if you could answer some—"

"Oh, no, no," Klaus chided, clicking his tongue at her. "What happened to our lovely conversation? We were having such fun."

"But this is important," she tried to reason with him.

"It was important the last four times I was asked. What makes you think I'll give the big, magical answer everyone seems to be searching for? Hmm? Do you plan on throwing me with your wit, and feminine charm until I am so enamored by you that I divulge all of my deep, dark tricks?"

"No, not at all," she said meekly, shaking her head. "Whether or not I'm worth telling anything you know is all up to you."

Klaus tilted his head, his scrutinizing gaze looking her up and down. Caroline looked down to the ground, but found her eyes wandering up again. She had to show she was strong enough to handle whatever he threw at her.

"Send it through," he said slowly, nodding quickly toward the bin that allowed him to receive items.

Caroline got up, and quickly moved to place the packet into the bin, and push it to his side. She heard him sniff, as if something smelled good. When she looked up, his eyes were closed, and he was leaning slightly toward one of the holes on the glass wall.

"Is something wrong?" she asked him quietly.

"Not at all love, I just adore the fresh scent of a innocent beings fear, the sound of their heartbeat about burst out of their chest cavity for instant release. Yours sweetheart sounds like a sweet little hummingbird." He stated as if what he was saying was completely normal, loving other peoples fear. Relishing in it, if you could say.

"Oh." She swallowed involuntarily. This was going to be a long interrogation.