Hey guys so this idea kinda stuck me after I updated my other fic Holding on and Letting go (You should all go read it) and I had to write it down. I absolutely love Klaus and Caroline's relationship and I think Julie Plec doesn't do it justice. We have Klaus, the very dramatic type of character that makes you hate him but absolutely love him at the same time. He's sadistic and menacing but romantic and lets just say downright sexy ;) and we have Caroline, who I have loved since the beginning. She is perfect and that is all I have to say about her. I feel like they have the most chemistry on the show and It breaks my heart to see Julie drag us on like this. So I decided to do this:)

So basically this takes place after their little randevoux in the woods, lets say... a year? Yeah, we'll make it a year. So hope you guys enjoy. Review!

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'Dear Diary... Its funny how things change when someone you love leaves you and how everything is foreign without that one person there. As the weeks pass you think you will be better but then you don't. The horrifying experience where your wound heals and then there's a memory of the person and the wound is torn open again.'

I had never been known to be weak. I was Caroline Forbes. I was a fighter. A surviver. I was unbreakable. That wasn't true at all. Here I was, scribbling in this little journal about the sappy feelings I had always tried to suppress. I could sit here all day and try to convince myself I was writing about my mother.

'Animal attack' they said. They claimed that's what killed her. Well... if only they knew. I hadn't made it home in time to be able to save her. And what awaited for me was much worse than I expected. I never thought that she'd go this early. I had planned to take her away from Mystic Falls, even for a few days, just to give her a break from the supernatural havoc that surrounded the town. It was consuming. She needed the vacation. I never got to give it to her.

So yes. I could say that this stupid entry was about her. Everything here reminded me of her. And it hurt. I couldn't stand to look at the walls without breaking down. Although someone else could be the reason why I was suddenly inspired to write such a poetic thing. I guess he always said I had potential.

I remember my mom's reaction when I told her I had slept with Klaus. I remember her staring at me for what seemed to be hours, neither of us moving or hardly breathing, before she asked one simple question. "Do you regret it?"

I always think of the answer to that question. Did I? No. I don't think so. I knew what I wanted and even though it was probably for the wrong reasons, I don't regret anything with Klaus. And that hurts almost as much as the passing of my mom. Everyone seemed to turn on me when they found out. Accusations about me betraying everyone and 'sleeping with the enemy' were constant. Except from Stefan. He always was there to support me because he knew the attraction that I had to Klaus. He never judged me. I could never thank him enough for that.

So it shocked me when the word of my mom got out, all of the people I thought were my friends were at my side, showing sympathy. I didn't need sympathy. Hell, I never needed it. I knew she would die eventually. I'm a vampire. She would have grown old and I would have watched her wither away. I just didn't expect it to be so soon.

I had stood in front of the whole town, giving a speach about how good of a person my mom was and how much she loved this town. It seemed to drag on. I didn't want to be there. I wanted to be back home, where everything smelled of her. The leather of her sherrif jacket and her hair gel she always used ever since she cut her hair. I didn't want to be around all those people, putting on a fake smile and saying that I was fine and accepting condolences. The moment the casquet was lowered into the ground, I bolted.

So here I sit, surrounded by the memory of my mom, and losing my mind. I lost count of how many calls and texts I got from people, sending their love and good vibes. None of it helped. I felt empty. My mom was one of the only people who put me first in their life. Apart from Klaus. And I screwed that one up. I'm at rock bottom and wish for nothing more than for him to be here but I made him promise and he did good on his promise. He hadn't called me for a whole year. No hybrids tailing me. No romantic drawings or gifts. I never knew I craved them till I didn't recieve them anymore. I craved him. His presence, his voice, his touch.

Before I really could comprehend what I was doing, I dialed the number on my phone and listened to the dialing, almost praying he wouldn't pick up. Here I was, going against my deal I made with him. Although, I never said anything about reaching out to him.

Finally, the line picked up on the third ring and the soft voice I had been desperate to hear spoke quietly. "Caroline?"

I felt my throat tighten, my words not seeming to come out right. It felt like I was about to cry, and I didn't want him to hear that. He didn't need to know that I was weak.

I must have been silent for a while because he spoke again, his tone more worried. "Caroline... is everything okay?"

God I love the way he said my name. It used to annoy me before but now I realized i loved the way his accent emphasized every syllable in my name, like a carress. Finally, I cleared my throat and spoke. "I miss you." I said simply, my voice tight.

I was met with silence on the other end of the line and my stomach clenched. It had been a year. What if he had found someone else in New Orleans? What if he had moved on? It was late there. 'Oh god, what if he has someone in his bed right now?' I asked myself, suddenly regretting calling him.

I heard his chuckle on his end and sigh quietly. "Oh Love. How I miss you as well. Whats wrong? Why are you calling at this hour? Not that I am not happy you called... but I thought we made an aggreement."

I nodded, although he couldn't see me. "I just wanted to hear your voice." I whispered quietly. He heard though because I could hear his breathing falter before he cleared his throat, regaining composure.

"What's wrong Love. You're distressed. I can tell."

I leaned back on my pillows, hugging a pillow to my chest. "My mom's dead." I said, a broken gasp. Just saying the words made me sick. It made it all too real.

"Do you need me Love? I can be on a plane in ten minutes and-" I quickly cut him off.

"No... you have a life there. I can't pull you away from that. I just... I just needed to hear your voice... hear you call me Love again. I missed it." I confessed, twirling a pillow tassle around my fingers.

The low growl I heard send shivers down my spine.

"Don't think for one second that what is going on here is more important than you Caroline. You will always come first. And I swear to you that if you need me, I'll be there. Just say the word."

I smiled softly, the pit of my stomach clenching. "You would break your promise to stay away?" I asked.

I could almost hear him smile. "Of course, Love. You're my number one priority. Always."

"You promise?" I urged quietly, biting my lip. I slid under the sheets, curling up into the pillow closest to me and listened to his soft laughter.

"I promise Caroline. I told you once and I will tell you again. I fancy you. You obviously know that. I would do anything for you. Even if it means breaking my promise to stay away. I'm not even sure I have the patience to wait another year. It's been torture for me."

I sighed, feeling myself slip slowly into unconsiousness. "Nik?" I whispered.

His breathing once again faltered, and he said hesitently, "Yes Love?"

"I need you."

I woke up the next morning, the sun shining into my room. I laid there, staring at the ceiling before my stomach growled, clearly wanting to satisfy its carnal hunger. I slipped out of bed, and made my way downstairs.

I couldn't believe I had actually called Klaus last night. I wasn't even sure when I had fallen asleep, but I know that I must have accidentally fell asleep on the phone with him. Something nagged at me to call him again by I knew that he would be busy taking care of matters in New Orleans, no matter what he said about me being his first choice. I popped the top off the blood bag and closed the door with my food. I turned and dropped the bag at the sight I saw in front of me.

"Hello, Love."

Ahhh okay there you go guys. That was my first one shot and I hope I did okay! I plan on writing a multichapter Klaroline story soon so I can fangirl over these two. It may seem a little out of character for Caroline but this is what I would envision her at her weak point. Klaus is her rock and she's going to soon realize that.

Love you guys, dont forget to review!

xoxo Raeney