my dark and twisty headcanon

“I know you want it, Nik. Take it. She can see the bloodlust swimming in his eyes, his gaze dipping down to the slender, pale curve of her neck where the blood ran red.

“But we’re not supposed to…” he hesitates. 

“Don’t tell me you haven’t imagined what my blood tastes like.” A dangerous smirk curves across her lips. She slips her hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in close so her lips are at his ear and her neck is temptingly close. “Because I’ve imagined what it would be like when you finally have me. Just give in, Niklaus…”

His features slowly shift, and at first his lips are at her neck softly before they give way to fangs that break skin and Charlotte lets out a sharp cry of pleasure.