She rummaged through a black leather bag, searching for her wallet. The bar was crowded at such a late time; almost everyone was drunk. Caroline wore a tight skimpy maroon coloured dress, the left side with a long flowing sleeve and her other shoulder bare. She was sat right at the bar, on the middle stool, trying busy herself from remembering she was all alone.
Her eyes wandered around the room; Elena was there...with Damon. God, it was sickening, they just completely pushed her out of the group after what she'd done but when Damon did something, perhaps even worse, they welcomed him with open arms. Caroline sneered, turning her head back to the bar, taking short sips of white lightning. She tried to ignore it but all she could hear was Elena and Damon laughing about something; this would be the moment she'd hate being a vampire.
The room suddenly went quiet, everyone sat still staring at the door but Caroline just rested her head on the palm of her hand and stared at the half empty glass of alchohol. "I wonder what he's doing here?" she heard a voice say with a sense of disgust. It was Bonnie's...of course she was there as well, wouldn't leave Elena's side, always leaving Caroline as the scape-goat...but Elena was just as bad.
"Two shots of your strongest," a man called, sitting in the seat next to Caroline. She downed the rest of her drink in one go, laying her head on the wooden bar counter. "You know you're going to get a bad neck love," the person beside her said, smirking in the process.
"Well I don't really care love," she mimicked, saying 'love' in a british accent. "Well aren't you fiesty for someone whose a sad drunk," he replied, chuckling.
Caroline rolled her eyes and lifted her head to look at the person, "What do you want Klaus?" He grinned at her, "Well, I want my shots," he said loudly -making sure the bartender could hear him- before continuing in a low voice, "and...you." Caroline laughed out loud, "You don't want me, you want a stupid little girl who'll bend over backwards and do as she's told with no backchat." Her voice was quiet but full of anger and severe distaste. "Well maybe I want a change of scenery," Klaus told her
Caroline shook her head laughing, picking up her bag from the floor and standing up from her stool, "No, no you don't. You're still the same spineless coward with mommy and daddy issues that no one will love." He was taken back a bit, his eyes filled with emotions.
Klaus grabbed her wrist just as she was turning away from him, "Don't test me love." He held a tight grip on her, staring right into her eyes, irritated by her comments. Caroline scrunched her nose and pursed her lips in disdain, "No. Don't test me," she told him, feeling so much bitterness overcome her.
She harshly shook his hand off of her wrist, giving him one last mean stare before walking away, swaying her hips. As she walked out, she noticed Damon and Elena in the corner of her eye, looking at her as she headed for the door. She didn't care, not anymore.
Caroline strolled down the twilight street, stumbling a few times. She passed a few cars in which she looked at her reflection in them, sighing each time. The area was almost silent apart from a few inaudible noises in the distance. It wasn't cold outside but it wasn't exactly miami weather either, even if it was night time.
She finally found her car, sitting amongst others, a black colour. She fumbled her keys out of her bag and into her hands, trying to find the car key. Caroline shakily held the right key, trying to get it in the keyhole but missed on first go. Eventually she managed to get it in and open the car door with a strong yank, letting out a short grunt.
"Don't hurt yourself love," Klaus said, appearing in a flash, behind her back. Caroline's eye's widened, "Wha-" Before she could finish her sentence he whipped her around by her waist, grabbing with both hands, "Me again." He smirked, showing his fangs pop out, before disappearing with her at vampire speed. All on the ground left was her keys stuck in the open car door and her bag, laying on the sidewalk.
She woke up to find herself in a dark grimy basement, locked up in chains. She grasped the ground she was laying on, feeling the texture of the stone floor. She hadn't taken much notice of the chains until she tried to sit up, a chain was wound around her neck, binding her throat down. He wrists were chained as well, her legs were the only thing not trapped in metal chains but that wouldn't do much good.
Her dress had slid up her thighs a bit, she became embarrased even though no one was there, but she couldn't pull it down even a centimeter if she tried. There was a crack of light through the she was leaning against, she only just managed to turn her head to look. How long was I out? she thought to herself.
Suddenly, the big chunky steel door opposite her opened loudly, slamming against the wall it was attached to. "Morning darling," Klaus walked in smirking at Caroline being so vulnerable. "Go fuck yourself darling," she spat back, mimicking like she had done prior to leaving the Mystic Grill. He chuckled lightly but his expression suddenly changed drastically, becoming angry and livid; he walked over to her slowly, crouching down in front of her, "I told you not to test me." Caroline retorted angrily, spitting in his face, "Do I care?"
She didn't expect what he did next, Klaus drew a knife from his jeans' back pocket, waving it steadily in front of Caroline's face. She rolled her eyes, "Really? You're going to stab me? For what? You're an overdramatic, spoiled little child." He didn't give glare, nor shoot back with a threatening tone; Klaus merely just chuckled, staring at the knife, holding it by the handle.
"You see, I wasn't very happy when you led me on that night we talked on the bench but I thought better of you...This was purely the last straw, I need to teach you a lesson. You want me to be this killer? This enforcer of torcher? Then that is what you'll get," he spoke in a very calm, yet cynical manner. She sat still awkwardly, her neck still held by the chains but managed to speak although it hurt a little, "Well...go on then. Make me suffer!"
Klaus laughed lightly, shaking his head back and forth before looking her in the eyes again, " In due time my love. I have yet find the perfect moment when I can make you feel pain." Caroline fluttered her eyelids, sighing a little scornful, "Or maybe you're just a coward. I've felt much pain over the past months, don't you think this will be nothing to me?" Again, he chuckled, "You're right." Klaus stopped laughing and plunged the knife into her chest.