He never really pondered about it, but there certainly was a truth to making lemonade if an eternal life hands you lemons.

He had a plan. Take his precious Doppelganger, leave Mystic Falls and create an army of hybrids, while never thinking about that impossible girl anymore. He had decided on thefirst three weeks ago and on the latter after having received yet another rejection at that blasted decade dance. If Caroline Forbes feels the need to insist on leading a less than mediocre existence in the beyond-boring town of Mystic Falls, wasting her charms on a little pup, so be it. He had craved to show her, what the world, life, eternity and the darkness inside of her could really offer, she had declined and as much as it bothered him, he could live without her. There just had to be someone or something better and more alluring out there than a bunch of golden curls, ice-blue ice and a divine smile mixed with a sparkling personality that literally combined the fragility of glass with the strength and stubbornness of an earthquake. Not to mention this annoying yet intriguing human approach to being a vampire. Truth be told, he was certain he would have made an attempt for her again. Eventually, after a year or two. That girl need guidance, someone had to teach her how to be a vampire, after what those Salvatores did to her. And who better than a 1,000 year old vampire to teach her how to embrace the dark and indulge in the glory of eternity without any restraints? He had already smirked at the thought. Sooner or later, as time was not really a matter given the situation, he would have gotten her to crave his knowledge and experience. She was misguided, not stupid. Deep down, she must know that there is more out there than her pathetic friends and Mystic Falls could ever offer her. And he was ready to bide his time, which meant until then he could enjoy his new army and cause some true havoc, maybe paint a few cities in blood. All he needed for now was that Doppelganger. And they had already been on their merry way.

But then the call came. He should have snatched Elena's phone the minute they had gotten into the car, but well… he hadn't. Apparently that psycho-teacher had somehow managed to not only gain supernatural strength courtesy to his mother Esther, but also he had taken Caroline and was busy torturing her. The Doppelganger just insisted, not knowing that Klaus was counting on seeing that girl again, in some distant future and, thus, would have turned around anyway.

Well, that change of plans certainly had its benefits. In the midst of all the havoc, his mother finally found her demise while the final white oak stake got destroyed. On the down side, the those annoying Salvatores had managed to take his Doppelganger, but that situation could be remedied sooner or later. Instead, he found himself with an unconscious and badly injured Caroline. That was pretty much when game really began….

His first instinct was to get her to his Mansion and usher her into safety. He checked her wounds and worriedly noted that although she would be okay, her healing abilities were slowed down due to an obvious lack of feeding. As she lay on his bed, quietly sleeping and only occasionally stirring with flashbacks of her passed ordeal, he could not help but gaze at her beauty and he peacefulness. Vampires always looked alluring, sensual and powerful, but he could not recall having ever met one that was at ease enough with him- or herself to look truly peaceful. She just was so bright, and the blond curls only highlighted that effect. He fancied that about her, however… if he was sincere to himself, he also had the urge to darken that. Not take it away, just darken it enough. She was beautiful, she was strong… but with his help she could be glorious, wild and divine. Caroline Forbes fulfilled all the requirements a true ripper – much like Stefan Salvatore only more magnificent – needed. She was determined, creative, lusting for adventure and she possessed an intuition that if properly directed could help her detect any person's worst fears and explore them. She could be his equal. And he knew that. … Plus, he had literally nothing to distract him from her now that he was back to waiting for an opportunity to snatch his Doppelganger. He might as well focus on his new "project".

He walked up to her, and gently stroked her cheeks. So beautiful, he thought. Mine he said. Caroline would be nothing like Stefan. She would stay. He'd be thorough in breaking through her stubbornness, he'd be careful to not completely shatter her and he'd be relentless, until he had here where he needed her to be: ripping through necks, painting the world in blood and reveling in the darkness that would surround them both. He planted a kiss on her forehead and left the room to make preparations.

…..

When Caroline awoke, everything she felt was hurt, not as strong as when she was alone with Ric in that class room, but she could still feel the aftermath of it all. Her throat felt still a tad sore, her head hurt but the raw feeling in her hands was probably the worst. That was when she first felt the shackle on her wrists, when she first noticed her arms being suspended left and right above her head. Then it call started coming back to her: Getting caught by ric… the pencils in her hand… suddenly Klaus flashing in front of her, taking out each pencil carefully, his soothing words… then her world had gone black.

She looked up and took in her surroundings. She was in an unfamiliar room, a bedroom, with a big four-poster bed to her right. From the incoming sunlight and with slight turn of her neck she could tell that there was a huge window a couple of feet behind her. From the style of the room, with lots of art and tasteful wood furniture she could tell that it was no coincidence. She was in Klaus room! Panic hit her and she briefly attempted to struggle against her restraints. The chains were hanging from the ceiling, just high enough for her feet to not really touch the ground, except when she tilted her toes. But all attempts quickly proved futile. So instead she tried to return to normal breathing, she needed to think. Only, she lacked information. How long had see been there? Why was she here? What was Klaus up to? All she could do is wait and watch the door.

He had sensed her waking up, and he had been patiently waiting in the hallway, listening to her trying to get rid of the chains, chuckling to himself. Klaus had made sure that the chains would last, he would not take the chance of his little bird flying away right under his nose now, would he? He waited as she slowed down her breath and he tried to imagine her thoughts. How long would it take her to – at least temporarily – stop looking for a way out? When her breath sounded sort of calmed, he slowly got up. Time for the first round.

"Good morning, love" he said with a huge smirk when he entered.

"Klaus. …Let me go." she hissed, knowing that there was no point asking any questions with him. He would not answer anyway.

"…Or else…?" he mocked, perfectly aware that she had nothing to bargain with.

"Let me go, you can't just keep me here.", she tried hard to maintain her calm, as she was pretty sure the second he saw her panicking he had the upper hand.

"But, sweetheart, I can. It was rather easy taking you, and given the circumstances, I am pretty sure keeping you will not be such a challenge either". He flashed in front of her and tucked a stray of hair behind her ear. "Now, tell me, does your hand still hurt?."

She shuddered at the memory. He smiled. Klaus had briefly considered feeding her some of his blood in order to speed up the healing process, but he needed her on blood withdrawal. I might slow down her healing, and there were still scratches and bruises all over her body, but it would help break her faster. He reached for her cheek, and as he had expected she jerked her head away in defiance. In response, he cupped her chin, with a firm but gentle grip.

"Don't worry, love. I promise you, no one here will stake you with pencils, and you are not going to see that nasty class room for quite some time." He teased her, his mouth moving closer to her jaw.

"What do you want Klaus?" she asked in frustration, trying to get out of his grip.

"Excellent question, but I'm afraid, the answer might be rather complex. But since I lost my Doppelganger while saving you, I'd say a decent pastime until I can retrieve her is pretty high on my agenda, and it seems I may have just found one." He said brushing his mouth against her neck.

"Stop it."

"Stop what, my dear?" he asked innocently.

"This." Again, she tried to get her chin out of his grip.

"Well… how about you make me… "stop this", he countered, tightening his grip.

With a smirk he started to unbutton her jacket.

"What are you doing?", she said slightly panicky.

"Well, since you'll be staying in my room for a little while I think it only fair that I get to improve the view a little" He took his time with the buttons, giving her butterfly kisses on her neck. Her scent filled his mind and it took all his self-control to not get lost in it, or in the silky quality of her neck. As much as he enjoyed it, this was merely a more than welcome side effect, what he really was aiming for was her need for control. This was him sensually spelling out to her that she was nowhere near being in control at the moment and he smiled, knowing what this was doing to her.

"That's infinitely better", he smirked when he was done with the last button. She was wearing a normal, purple tank- top underneath the jacket that did not show too much cleavage, but hugged her curves just the right way. She blushed under his gaze.

Finally he let go of her chin.

"Now, let's see.. what shall we do… " he looked at her playfully and suddenly faked frown. "Oh, dear, how rude of me… what a terrible host I am, you must be starving by now, aren't I right?". He looked her straight in the eyes. She knew that he knew the answer. She hadn't fed before the Alaric incident, and she could feel the craving starting to rise slowly. Plus, she was tired. That only fueled. But she knew that he knew that already. Which means…. Her eyes grew large at the realization. He wanted her to feed on somebody.

Klaus chuckled once again, she figured that one out rather quickly, now, didn't she?

In an amused tone he asked "So.. how about a small bite?".

She swallowed. "I am … not really hungry. Thanks for offering" she replied in a sarcastic tone.

"Okay. Just let me know when you start feeling hungry. If you don't mind, seeing that you are not really hungry … I'll give you some time to settle in and get comfortable. Just call when you need… anything." He softly kissed her forehead and slowly left the room. If she wants to starve her self for a little while longer, that's alright. She'll come around soon enough he thought to himself. He had all the time in the world, so why hurry? With a smile on his lips, he went to his study… he just had to capture her expression when she realized what he was planning on doing to her on paper. He had to capture every second he just spend with her. Caroline Forbes would soon succumb to the dark side, and he could not wait to enjoy the fallout.