She ran as fast as she could through the forest, needing to get away from him. She didn't know how long she had been running for, but Caroline knew that if she stopped, he would catch her and kill her. As a human, Tyler wouldn't do such a thing, but as a werewolf, he had a natural instinct to kill her. Caroline had been hunting until the tables were turned and she became the prey instead of the predator.

She could hear him getting closer with every passing second, but didn't realise the extent of how close he was until she hit the ground from the force of the sudden weight that was thrown onto her back. She turned around to find Tyler holding her down to the ground in his wolf form, snarling at her. She pushed him off and quickly scrambled to get back up but Tyler knocked her down again.

"Tyler! It's me. It's Caroline! Stop! Please!" she said frantically. Since first becoming a vampire, she hadn't been scared of much apart from death itself. A fear of wood and fire had become part of that, knowing they were two of the only few things that could kill her, along with a fear of losing her daylight ring. However, after Alaric, Elena and Damon returned with news that a werewolf bite could kill a vampire as well, that had caused obvious complications with her relationship with Tyler.

Tyler didn't listen – he was too far gone, completely taken over by his wolf form. She tried to push him off again, but he was too strong.

"Tyler! Please!"

But it was too late. As she struggled against his strength, he snapped at her and his teeth sunk into her shoulder. She screamed out, feeling the werewolf venom enter and spread through her body, the poison causing pain to shoot through her shoulder.

Then Tyler released her – no, he was pulled off of her. She heard several growls and a flash of someone throwing Tyler into a nearby tree. The next thing she knew, someone had picked her up into their arms and was being taken away from the forest. Tired from her efforts and the pain running through her body, she closed her eyes and went limp in her rescuers arms.

When she returned back to consciousness, she was lying in a bed, but it wasn't hers. She didn't recognise the room at all. She sat up slowly, the pain in her shoulder coming back and reminding her what happened earlier. She was still wearing her clothes from when it happened, but she noticed a clean set of clothes on the end of the bed, folded neatly. A yellow silk top and a pair of demin jeans sat there. Definitely not her clothes. She put them on anyway, wanting to feel somewhat clean by getting out of her dirt-covered ones, and felt the softness of the silk on her fair skin.

Once changed, her curiosity got the better of her and she stepped out of the room into a large corridor that lead to several other rooms and ended with a large classic staircase on the other end. She went down stairs and ended up in the lobby, a room that looked all too familiar. She remembered the ballroom just to the right all too well. That's where she had danced with him, in the dress and wearing the bracelet he had given her. She didn't know how long she stood in the doorway of the ballroom for, just thinking about that night. He had shown her a part of himself that was vulnerable; he had opened up to her, and she had rejected him again and again and again. She had plenty of reasons to hate him, and he had plenty to hate her, but he didn't. Instead, he told her he fancied her, had offered to show her the world and what it had to offer. As much as she despised him, she knew he would never hurt her, and that small part of her that appreciated that slither of humanity left in him, made her believe that he truly could be saved.

"I see you are up." Said a voice from behind her that was all too familiar and broke her out of her reverie. She turned around slowly to face him, and the events of last night hit home.

"Klaus." She said and released a breath that she had been holding on to. "You saved me. Why?"

"I couldn't let anyone hurt you now, could I, sweetheart?" he said, taking several steps forward so he was right in front of her. "But you're not quite saved just yet."

He reached out and pushed the sleeve of her top down to reveal the bite mark Tyler have given her last night. It looked even worse now than what she recalled from last night, and it stung more now too. She sucked in a breath at the pain and bit her lip, more concerned over the pain than the fact that Klaus was so close to her.

Caroline looked from the wound to him and studied his expression as he examined her wound. He had a thoughtful look on his face like he was trying to work out his next move.

"So were you planning on actually helping me or did you just want to kill me yourself?" she asked, just wanting a straight forward answer instead of beating around the bush.

He looked at her and frowned. "Do you really think that low of me?" he asked, and Caroline swore she could see sadness in the depths of his eyes.

She wanted to say yes, just to see him hurt, but there was that hopeful part of her again that couldn't do that. "I don't know. Depends on what you decide to do. I'll make my mind up then."

"I've never intended on hurting you, Caroline." He said and put the sleeve of her top back onto her shoulder again. She winced in pain when the material came in contact with the wound and Klaus frowned at her reaction.

"Come." He said and gestured for her to follow him into a nearby room. She hesitated for a moment, not sure whether to bolt for the front door or to follow him, but settled for the latter. She followed him into what seemed like a family room and he gestured for her to sit down on one of the lounges. She bit her lip and did so, all the while wary of his presence. He pulled his sleeve up and sat down next to her and bit into his wrist, causing blood to flow from the fresh wound and held his wrist out to her. "Have at it, love."

Her eyes flickered from his wrist to his face and she looked away, shaking her head slightly so that her blonde curls bounced around her face. "I'm not drinking from you." She said stubbornly.

Klaus pursed his lips and brushed a blonde curl behind her ear so it wasn't blocking her face from him. She shivered under his touch, feeling shameful to admit even to herself that there was a part of her that thrived on those small moments of contact.

"My blood can make the pain go away, Caroline. The wound will be gone and you shall be healed." He said, still holding his wrist out to her. His wound was already starting to heal.

"Who's to say you won't just keep me here as a trophy once I've healed?" she said and looked at him directly with a look that had a hint of venom behind it, but only because the pain in her shoulder took another jab at her again. "Who's to say you won't hold me here against my will?"

"I won't deny I would like to do that, love. But I couldn't do that to you. A woman as gorgeous as you should be free, so let me heal you and you can go free. You have my word."

She looked at him in surprise and a small smile crept onto her lips. "Thank you." She said quietly. Gingerly, she took his wrist in her delicate hands and bit into it, his sweet blood pouring into her mouth. "There you go, sweetheart." He murmured quietly as he stroked her hair gently, and she clutched onto his arm tighter, letting the taste of his blood flood her mouth as she guiltily enjoyed him playing with her hair.

One she felt her wound close up and the pain diminish, she let go of his wrist and licked her lips clean of his blood. She looked at him for a moment, studying the expression on his face. A small smile played across his lips; a smile she realised she only ever saw when no one was around but the two of them. His gaze wasn't harsh like it usually was, making his eyes now have a soft quality to them. He didn't look tense either. He appeared more relaxed and… human. His expression was affectionate, and it was these moments that she knew it was his humanity passing through all of that evil that he appeared to have around everyone else.

"Why do you hide it? Your humanity." She asked, waiting for his expression to change. It did. He frowned at her question and swallowed.

"Because humanity is a weakness, sweetheart. It stops us from achieving what we desire."

"Well I think you could achieve even more if you let everyone see your humanity." She said gently. "You would have friends, your family would stick by your side, you could have love. You could have what every person needs and wants."

Klaus pursed his lips at her words, a look of thought washing over his handsome features. "There's only one person I love, need and want, but unfortunately I'm still considered a monster by her most of the time."

She knew he was talking about her. Caroline frowned and shook her head with a shrug. "Sometimes, yes. But I'm able to look past all that when I can see you still have your humanity hidden behind the evil image you've created for yourself, and I'm sure others can see it, too." She said, so optimistic, even towards him. "You just need to try."

He looked directly at her, taking in her expression and beauty. "Because the reason I don't connect with people is because I don't try." He said, quoting her words from the Ball when he showed her his passion – his paintings.

She nodded and looked down, remembering that whole night. Them dancing, him showing her his artwork, him promising to show her the world and what it had to offer, the nervousness he clearly felt when he tried to flirt with her and she scoffed at his attempts, even their talk outside about her love of horses.

Klaus put a finger under her chin and gently lifted her head up to make her look at him. "Caroline, I know I told you the only time I ever thought of being human was when I saw the hummingbird, but the truth is, I already feel human whenever I'm with you, no matter what the situation."

Caroline looked at him with a mixture of sadness and desire. She shook her head, mostly at herself. "Klaus.."

"I just wanted to thank you." He said and nodded towards the door. "You are free to go, love. I don't want to keep you and have your little army of friends come in and ruin my home because they thought I've kidnapped you."

She ignored his words about her friends and pressed her lips to his, Tyler not even crossing her mind. Klaus sat there shocked for a moment, then kissed her back without hesitation, wrapping his arms around her waist as she cupped his face in her hands. After a few moments, she pulled back and he looked at her in surprise.

"Why did you–"

"I had to do that. Just once." She said, cutting him off, then looked away embarrassed. "I should probably go now."

Klaus felt a hint of sadness wash over him, not wanting her to leave, but understanding why she had to go. "I know. I understand."

They stood up from the lounge and he led her over to the front door, opening it up for her. She stepped outside and turned to look back at him, and he was surprised to see her smiling at him. "I'll see you soon, Klaus."

Caroline earned another one of those smiles he only had reserved for her. "I'll see you soon, sweetheart."

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