One of my drabbles...

The 'Friend'

Klaus groaned as his body protested to the movement after all those years of being locked in a coffin. He had no idea how long it had been as he looked around the empty room, beginning to wonder how he was woken, or more importantly by who.

He scanned the room looking for any sign of life when he saw the small white piece of paper sitting not to far from him. Picking it up he began reading the elegant script on the paper.

Niklaus,

It read.

I hear you're one for revenge. If you want revenge on the ones that immobilized you and stuck you in a coffin for one hundred years, I can help. I have a couple things I need you to do for me first. As a gesture of good will I have left one of your deceivers in the old mansion you once lived in.

Sincerely,

A friend

Klaus scoffed, crumpling the note up and tossing it aside. If he ever found the man who wrote such a belittling note he would rip his heart out instantly. Though he couldn't help but be curious as to who this 'deceiver' he had referred to was.

Something said it was Damon, it was always Damon. The sun was bright as he exited the small cave-like structure he had been trapped in for what was apparently a century.

Klaus couldn't resist going to his old mansion to see who it was, when he got there he was surprised to see the one person he had been trying not to think of. Caroline Forbes. Actually it was probably lockwood by now, he thought bitterly.

She was laid out in the middle of the living room unconscious. The thought of this 'friend' even touching Caroline made him furious, causing a low growl to escape his lips. She stirred slightly in her sleep and he could see she was about to wake up.

As she woke Klaus crouched down so that she could see him. "Did you sleep well, love?" He asked putting on his best smirk.

Caroline's eyes widened as she gasped and tried to back away from him, but failing to stand. "Klaus? Ho- how are you here?" She asked overcome with a sudden fear. Even if Klaus had fancied her a hundred years ago, she doubted he fancied her after she helped lock him in a coffin for that hundred years.

His smirk disappeared as he took in her reaction. Caroline never seemed to be afraid of him before. He usually wanted people to be afraid of him, but not Caroline.

"Caroline." He said softly taking a few steps towards her and extending his hand to help her up. "I'm not going to hurt you." He told her when she hesitated.

When she finally took his hand he lifted her up and pulled her as close as he could without making her uncomfortable. "How are you here?" She asked again, and his smirk returned as her demanding and fearless attitude was with her again.

"Not completely sure some fool who thinks I can be toyed with apparently." He explained with an annoyed eye roll. "Speaking of this fool, you were obviously captured by him. Is it just me or are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Caroline crossed her arms across her chest and glared. "Whatever." She frowned.

He laughed and smiled down at her. "Did you miss me?" He asked with a smug look across his features.

"No." She told him flatly, but the way she shifted uncomfortably under his gaze told him that was not the whole truth.

"Sure you didn't." He said sarcastically as he walked towards the door, when he was half way out the door he turned back. "Are you coming?"

"Where?" Caroline asked skeptically.

"Well I was thinking to rip the heart out of the ignorant bastard who tried to control me, not to mention dared lay a hand on you. Unless you had something better in mind?" He still wore the smirk, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

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