HELLO. This is after Klaus saved Caroline from the werewolf bite. I hope you all like it. Review please! Will make me so happy.

PROLOGUE

A polished collar around his neck, a chain leading from it to his hands and from there to an iron stake driven securely into the ground. While the length of chain afforded him little movement, it did allow him to stand tall and square-shouldered; and despite the trappings that bound him, there was an air of indomitable pride about him. Across the short distance that separated them, they stared at each other, blue eyes clashing with blue eyes. Like always they exchanged few words, mostly him insulting her and just like he did right now, she marched away from him, leaving him to stare after her with something that might have been regret. He smiled bitterly to himself. Now, why should he have any regret? After all she helped her friends captured him.

Days passed and Klaus could not take another day in the cell. He had to strike back now or his pride would be broken forever. He had no plan; he was weak and he needed blood. Plan or not, he knew that he had to get out. When Damon came to see him, Klaus knew exactly what to say to make him angry, to make him come closer to him. And when he did, Klaus bit him and freed himself. There was no one at the Salvatore house so it made his escape much easier. His face hard and set, he took off to the woods. It was unfortunate, he thought acidly, as he walked through the woods, that the rest of the gang weren't there-he would have enjoyed killing them.

And as the moments passed, he heard a noise behind him and Klaus had a cruel smile on his face when he sniffed the air and realized who it was. Who knew, he might get his revenge sooner than he think.

Caroline heard the slight noise as he sped in her direction, but thinking it was just one of her friends, she wasn't frightened. She gasped as he appeared in front of her. She tried to run but his words halted her. "Don't," he said almost quietly. She swallowed with difficulty, sickly aware of the great danger she faced. She looked so small and scared and for the slightest second, Klaus hesitated, but then the memory of all he had suffered because of her and her friends came flooding back, and with determined steps he approached her. Whether he intended to kill her or take her captive, she didn't know, but in neither could she just stand there and let it happen. Throwing him off guard for a moment, she sped away but he was too fast for her before his hand closed around her shoulder. The force of his grasp spun her around, and truly frightened now, Caroline began to fight, her fist plummeting against his broad chest, her feet kicking his legs. Klaus caught her about the waist and threw her over his shoulder, then carried her a little distance away. Angrily, she sunk her fangs into his flesh making him groaned. With a less than gentle movement, he tossed her on the ground.

The breath was knocked out of her, and there was a moment when everything went blank, but then as her gaze cleared, she caught her breath in half anger, half fear as Klaus' angry face loomed over her. His intention was so obvious as his face started changing and he bared his fangs, and once again she began to struggle and fight, fingers clawing and body twisting desperately to escape from him. It was no use, his body pinned her to the ground and with horror, she felt his fangs sunk into her flesh as he bit her hard, she cried out in pain. Klaus' eyes widened at what he did. He hadn't meant to bit her; he had only meant to scare her so that she would not struggle to get away. But if she did get away which he would never happen, she would need his blood if she was going to survive. In one swift leap he was on his feet and he scooped her up in his arms and sped away quickly to his house.

With one swift movement of his shoulder, he slammed the door behind them and slowly walked into a room. He tossed her onto the bed and Caroline landed on her back in the centre of the bed. He was standing next to the bed, hands behind his back, his blue eyes on her werewolf bite. He snarled under his breath, and spinning on his heels, he stalked out of the room, slamming the door with a thunderous bang behind him. After watching him leave, Caroline stared around the room. What would happen now? Would he let her die?

Klaus wanted to forgive her. But she helped her friends captured him, he reminded himself savagely as he stormed down the hallway in search of his brother. She helped her friends captured him, he was going to take his revenge upon her. She would not be the disraction again in the future. No matter how weak an helpless she looked at the moment, she would not make him feel any guilty for biting her. She would not! He had never felt guilty for doing anything in his life, he won't start now.

He felt betrayed. Hadn't he always been nice to her? Hadn't he saved her from a werewolf bite once? Hadn't he shown kindness and forgiveness, and whenever her friends tried destroying him, did he ever killed them? Caroline would not betray him again, as she did that night, distracting him while Bonnie Bennet knocked him out. Coldly, he reminded himself that the situation was different now-she was his prisoner and he would lure her friends to him-right where he wanted them to be.

As he continued his way, there was a black frown marring his face as the disturbing thought occurred to him that he had bitten her and she needed his blood to stay alive. When he went back to the room, he found her lying on the bed, weak. She didn't look at him as he moved toward her. He sat at the edge of the bed and wrapped his arm around her neck, dragging her close to his body. With her head resting on his chest, he tore into his wrist before pressing it

against her lips and urged her to drink. For a moment he thought she wouldn't drink his blood and he feared that she would die any minute. But when he felt her sunk her fangs into his skin, he sighed in relief. He stroked her blond hair as she drank his blood.

When she released him, he dragged her off the bed and across the length of the huge room to a small door set in one wall. With a violent movement, he opened the door and pushed her through the doorway. Utter darkness met her gaze, only light from the room behind her piercing the darkness. A sensation of smothering overcame her as she realized that there were no windows, no light of any kind in the small, black airless room before her. It was far worse than the cell they held him. Realizing that he intended to put her in this tiny room with no light and little air was more than Caroline's nerves could stand, and irrational terror rose up through her and she recoiled uncontrollably.

Klaus hands clamped tightly around her shoulder. "Do you like your new room? Well you've to like it because that's where you will be staying."

He began to push her further into the darkness, and Caroline resisted furiously, her shoe sliding across the flooring, her body twisting in his grasp. She fought, catching them by surprise with her frantic movements, she broke his hold on her shoulders. Spinning around, she faced him, the terror she was experiencing evident in her blue eyes. Caroline hated the dark. She had always been scared of it ever since she was a child. Breath coming in great gulps, for the first time since they had known each other, she pleaded with him. "Klaus," she begged, "don't do this to me! Please don't put me in here. I can't bear it."

Moved by her obvious fright and anger, he stared down at her, his eyebrows creasing in a frown. He was furiously aware of a need to reach out and take her into his arms, to soothe away her terror. It was not in him to act so cruelly in the face of her great terror, and disgusted with himself, he pulled her from the small room and snarled something vicious under his breath. To vent some of the frustration that was churning within him, he slammed the door with far more force than necessary, and looking at her, he asked, "Where do you suggest I put you? In the other room?"

Relived that he wasn't going to put her in the small room, some of her fright lessened, she nodded her head slightly. "I would like that."

Sternly repressing a sudden urge to laugh at her change of face, he glared at her. "I'm sure you would!" he snapped when he was certain he would not laugh. "But I think you forget that you're my prisoner and not here as a guest!"

He started walking toward the door but stopped on his tracks when she shouted, "You can't keep me in here, Klaus! My friends will come and rescue me!"

He turned around with an evil grin on his face. "No one is coming for you, love, no one. I'll make sure of that."

"What do you intend to do with me?" she asked coolly.

He turned away from her and rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. His voice as cool as hers, he replied, "Why, nothing...for the moment. When I get my revenge, I just might let you go, sweetheart...or not."

She said in a voice that shook slightly, "You can't keep me here forever, Klaus. I will get out and we will find a way to kill you."

He swung around at that and snarled, "Then I've to make sure I kill you all before you do that."

"Good luck with that!" she hurled back at him. "You need it!"

His jaw hardened and his eyes were fairly glacial as icily, he retorted, "I don't need luck." A sardonic smile flashed across his face as he propped himself up against the door frame, he added baldly, "Maybe I should start with your mother." Her eyes burned with anger. He didn't wait for her reply before he walked out of the room, locking it behind him.