So I decided to write this because I've been reading all these amazing Klaroline fics but I kind of wanted to see how Klaus gets someone as stubborn as Caroline to fall for him, especially since she's convinced herself that she's in love with Tyler. Enjoy! :)


Hours after his family had run away from Mystic Falls, Klaus was lying alone in his grand King-sized bed, staring up at the ceiling. The thousand year old Original wasn't used to not getting what he wanted, and that night had been nothing but a string of disappointments. Not only had he found out that his mother was trying to kill him and his siblings all along, but now his whole family had fled the town except for Rebekah. And after her bad experience with Matt Donovan at the ball and sleeping with Damon Salvatore, Rebekah wasn't exactly ideal company for a sullen Hybrid.

And then there was that other little issue that started with a C and ended with an aroline Forbes. Klaus folded his arms across his chest, gritting his teeth in anger. He had given her everything a girl could ask for; a beautiful dress, a divine drawing and a diamond bracelet, which she had so kindly thrown on the floor the night of the ball. Klaus had returned the bracelet to her bedside table, but he was yet to see her wearing it again. A part of him wanted to believe that she hadn't seen it yet, but deep down he knew that she had probably thrown it away somewhere.

Klaus grabbed a pillow from his bed and whipped it at the wall, letting a growl rip from his throat. He had given her everything he could offer, and she repaid him by betraying him. He wasn't going to let her get away with it; not this time. Throwing that precious bracelet on the floor had been bad enough, but this had gone too far. It was about time Klaus channeled his true self again; he really was getting sick of courting Caroline.

Klaus shot up out of his bed, halting in front of his massive bookcase. His fingers traced the spines of the books absentmindedly as he thought about how he could punish Caroline. If there was one thing he found out after days of running after Caroline, it was that hurting her wouldn't really hurt her. As much as Klaus didn't want to admit it, Caroline was too strong to be fazed. Kidnapping or threatening to kill her would only hurt her friends, and then again, they would probably be preoccupied with protecting Elena from a deadly paper cut to care about Caroline. Klaus exhaled impatiently, not used to being stumped on how to hurt someone.

Klaus's head suddenly snapped up as he heard footsteps approaching the front stairs of the mansion. He raced out of his room and down the stairs just as the doorbell rang, pulling the door open to reveal –

"Caroline," Klaus narrowed his eyes suspiciously, not wanting to give away how surprised he was. Caroline was standing rather awkwardly in the doorway, looking beautiful nonetheless. Klaus tried not to pay attention to how the moonlight reflected off her golden hair, and focused on his poker face. "To what do I owe the pleasure, love? Another attempt to kill me?"

Caroline's head was up, emitting confidence, but Klaus could tell how nervous she was by the way she was running her hand up and down her forearm. "No. I'm here to apologize."

Klaus could feel his mouth twitching to smirk, but he forced himself to keep a nonchalant expression. "For lying to me, or trying to kill me?"

"Both," said Caroline quickly. Klaus raised his eyebrows skeptically, waiting for the apology. Caroline exhaled heavily, folding her arms across her chest. "I'm sorry for what I did. But I don't regret it."

Klaus could feel the anger pulsing up his body, and by the way Caroline's eyes widened, she noticed as well. "Technically, I thought I was saving you from your psychotic mother. And I didn't know Damon's plan was to kill your whole family."

Losing himself momentarily, Klaus reached out and grabbed Caroline's arm tightly, baring his teeth. "Don't ever say that about my mother again."

Caroline twisted uncomfortably, trying to wrench her arm away from Klaus. He let go after a moment, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. Caroline glared up at him, rubbing her arm accusingly. She reached down and picked up a large blue box from the porch, something Klaus hadn't even noticed. After looking at it closely, Klaus realized that it was the box in which he sent Caroline her dress. On top of the box was the drawing, along with the diamond bracelet. He met Caroline's eyes, his gaze softening slightly.

"You should take this back," said Caroline, biting at her lower lip. She held the box out to Klaus, who still hadn't taken his eyes off hers.

"Those were gifts, love," replied Klaus, trying and failing at sounding indifferent. "I'm not going to take them back."

Caroline exhaled impatiently, one stomp away from throwing a full-out temper tantrum. Then, with a sudden burst of confidence, Caroline dropped the box in front of Klaus, knowing that his vampire instincts would force him to catch it. She turned around, ready to walk away from the mansion, when Klaus reached out and grabbed her arm, twisting her back against the door in momentary rage.

Before Klaus could open his mouth, Caroline leaned in and pressed her lips against his, silencing whatever was about to come out. Klaus's eyes shot open in surprise, and he found his body reacting involuntarily to Caroline's advances, his free arm wrapping around her waist to bring her closer. Just as he let his eyes close, Caroline jumped back, covering her mouth in shock. "I… I'm sorry, I don't know what…"

Caroline darted around Klaus, stopping at the entrance to the Mikaelson property. Her eyes were still wide with surprise, and Klaus could see how red her cheeks were even though she was far away. Before Klaus could call after her, Caroline disappeared into the night, running faster than Klaus had ever seen a baby vampire run.

Caroline didn't stop running until she reached the door of the Salvatore house, looking back to make sure that Klaus hadn't followed her. She exhaled in relief when she didn't see any flashes of curly golden hair or piercing blue eyes, holding onto the door to steady herself. Caroline let out a yelp when the door was pulled open, bracing herself for the fall. Her eyes flashed open when she hit a pair of arms instead of the floor, and Caroline looked up to find herself staring right into Damon's eyes.

"Jeez!" Caroline flinched, jumping back against the wall in the Salvatore house. "You scared the living daylight out of me!"

"What living daylight?" asked Damon, throwing Caroline an arrogant wink. She rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest, watching as Damon shut the door behind her. He turned around to gesture for her to step into the sitting room, and rolled his own eyes when he found her already lounging on his favourite couch.

"So, how did it go?" asked Damon, walking over to the cabinets to pull out two wine glasses. Caroline groaned, covering her face with her hands.

"Horribly," she replied, leaning her head back against the sofa. "I'm pretty sure I stubbed my toe on the way here."

"I meant the whole 'seduce the crap out of Klaus and keep him distracted' thing," smirked Damon, handing Caroline a half-full glass of red wine. "It's only until we find that damn White Oak tree, so stick with it, Blondie."

"Stop calling me that," snapped Caroline, whisking the glass away from Damon and downing it in one gulp. "And you better start making plans without so many holes. Seriously, Damon, what would we do if he had followed me here?"

"He wouldn't."

Caroline and Damon looked up to find Stefan circling the sofa to head to the liquor cabinet, and Caroline rolled her eyes. The ripper Stefan had actually been pretty exciting at first, but now he was always drunk and cockier than Damon, if that was possible. "And why not?"

"Because he was probably too shocked," replied Stefan simply, turning to face Caroline and Damon with the bottle of wine in his hand. He tilted his head back and drained the whole bottle in one go. "But I'd suggest you go back home. I can guarantee that he'll be making an appearance tonight, especially after the show you put on back there."

"Great," Caroline groaned, setting the glass back down on the table with a thud. The only reason she had agreed to even going along with this plan was because Damon had promised that the Originals would all be dead, and that Tyler would be free from Klaus's sire. Caroline turned to glare at Damon, pissed that he had managed to pull her into all of this. "This better work, Salvatore."

Damon leered at Caroline from the sofa opposite of hers, raising his glass slightly. "It's all on you, Blondie."


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