Hey guys, it's IndependentStallion! If you're new to my profile then you don't know that this is actually my very first vampire diaries fan fiction! I have two other stories though that are based on twilight! I am completely in love with Vampire Diaries and have actually been sitting on this idea for a while now. Ever since I saw the episode, I wondered what it would have been like if things had been different. And I decided to share my mind with you guys! This first chapter should seem very familiar!

"Matt," I call out, concern laced in my voice, as I walk throughout the forest, listening completely for any sounds of my friend. My eyes search frantically, hope deep in them, as they look for familiar blonde hair and blue eyes. But what I see instead makes me stop in my tracks. My entire body freezes, as my breath stops, and I look at the man in front of me.

Klaus.

"Hello Caroline." His voice is like velvet, smooth. His eyes look over me, a smirk finding its way to his face. She was surprised by his greeting, surprised he hadn't said 'love' like he always tended to do when he greeted her. But she didn't complain, not sure if she liked that greeting much anyway. And he looked the same as he always did. His hair was a dirty blonde, more of a bronze color. His eyes a dark blue laced with grey. His facial hair cut neatly as it always was.

"Klaus," I whisper, surprise in my voice, wondering what he was doing here. He always seemed to come at the worst of times, whenever there was a crisis of any sort, that was when he always popped up. And right now was the abolsutely worst timing! She was busy looking for her friend, looking for Matt though it wasn't like she really wanted to talk to him much anyway.

I push my surprise away, remembering the task at hand. "Sorry, Matt's buried alive, no time to chat." And then I race off with the speed only a vampire could possess. I didn't want to be near him, I had a job to do, and he was no going to distract me.

But I should have known he wouldn't let it go, that he wouldn't drop it. When had he ever dropped anything? When I stopped, he was right behind me though a few feet away. "Are you not even the least bit curious as to why I'm here?" His voice was proper, something I'd gotten used to a long time ago. Klaus was old after all, and the accent came with that.

I turn on my heel, facing him, my blonde hair, flying over my shoulder. "I literally just whooshed at the sight of your face, so no." And then I give him an innocent yet fake smile, hoping he would get the message, see that he was unwanted, and that he would leave. But Klaus had never been easy to get rid of.

He doesn't mind my words. "Damon just informed me that Katerina Patrova has taken a tragic turn."

"So you're here to gloat over her corpse to be?" Though my response sounded like a question, we both knew that it wasn't. That's exactly why he was here. Pathetic. "To delight in the closure of five hundred years of revenge? Great! Now I'm even less interested." And I run off again, trying to get away from him, his messed up mind, and thoughts of revenge.

Suddenly appearing in front of me, Klaus stops me with a hand. "Well then perhaps you're interested in talking about Tyler." That grabs my attention, and Klaus knows it. My eyes find his, and my lips part 's exactly why he says it. He knows of my feelings for Tyler, about how much I care about him. How much I love him, and even though I know he's saying this to get me to talk, to get a rise out of me, I don't care because I am eager for the knowledge that he is willing to give.

"Is he...? Did you...?" I have so many questions that I want to ask, but I don't know how to phrase any of them.

"No, I sent him off with little more than a bruised ego. He really does hate me. Poor lad. Revenge, it eats at him. I hear you two broke up." At his words, I find myself rolling my eyes at him. Leave it to Klaus to always make a moment worse than it needed to be. Was he doing this, saying that, just to spite me? Just to hurt me. Whatever the reason, I didn't like it.

I cock my head to the side. "Because I made him choose," I answer, staring at Klaus. It wasn't hard to tell that he was happy for this information. He'd never wanted the two of us together anyways. It wasn't like he his the fact that he had a small crush on me. "Me or his stupid revenge fantasy. He chose wrong." Talking about brought up very unpleasant memories that I wanted to bury deep down. I didn't want to think about it, but looking at Klaus, I could tell he was going down the same path Tyler was. "I suggest that you learn from his mistakes and let Katherine die in peace. Dying sucks enough as it is, there's no need to rub anyone's nose in it." And then I zoom off again, leaving him once more. But this time, he leaves me alone.

I'm happy by this, as it allows me to begin searching once more for Matt. Once I had gotten a good distance away, I begin to call his name again, removing the hair from my ears, thinking that I may hear better with my hair tucked behind my ears. "Matt!" I call. "Matt!" I close my eyes, trying to concentrate to try and pinpoint his location. But instead of Matt, it's Klaus I hear again.

"Would you give me the same choice?"

Rolling my eyes, I let my hair rest back at its natural position before turning and facing the hybrid once more, wondering briefly what it would take for him to leave me alone for good. He continues talking. "What?" I ask, annoyance in my voice, as I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Were I to abandon my revenge against Katerina, would you offer me the same choice as Tyler?"

My eyes search his, maybe to see if he were serious, but then I find myself shaking my head, trying to understand what it was that he was asking me. I had a feeling that I knew, but still I had to make sure. "I don't know what you mean." My voice is quiet. And my eyes search the ground, as if the answer is hiding in the dirt, before they glance back up at Klaus, searching for an answer.

He steps closer to me, his voice lower. "Yes, you do." And then he pauses, a mere few feet in front of me, his signature smug smirk on his face once more.

I stare at him for a second before shaking my head. This wasn't something that I wanted to talk about, that I could talk about in a time like this. Surely, he must have expected that? "Y...you can't do this to me. You can't just show up and distract me while my friend is in danger."

"You know while you've been vamping off in the wrong directions, I've heard Matt's distant and desperate screams."

I can tell he's serious. "Where?"

"Don't worry love, I've got it covered." It's back to him calling me love again. "Trust me. He'll be quite happy with his rescuer." It doesn't take a genius to figure out who he'd sent to rescue Matt.

A sigh leaves my mouth, as I stare at this infuriating and annoying yet attractive man. If I didn't need to search for Matt, and he was safe, as Klaus had said, then this left it a moment where we could discuss, not exactly something I felt up to doing.

We begin walking through the woods once more at a normal pace, side by side. "So the quarter back has been saved. What now?" I was thinking the exact same thing myself. I didn't know what to do now.

"Don't you have a dying girl to go punish for all her sins?" I ask sarcastically, my voice low, as I move a branch out of the way.

"I do," he answers. "But I won't for you."

I raise an eyebrow, as I turn to face him for a moment, not missing a step before I look ahead once more. "So you came all the way to Mystic Falls just to back off when I asked you to?" I ask, incredulous.

"I came all the way to Mystic Falls to gloat over a corpse to be as you so poetically put it." Then he stops, making me stop and turn to face him. "But I will leave minus the gloating in return for one small thing."

This catches my attention, and I cross my arms. "And what is that?"

"I want your confession."

I don't understand his words, and my confusion shows on my face. "My...confession?" A smile comes onto my face, as I shake my head, wondering what he meant. "I didn't do anything. Confession about what?"

That smirk begins forming on his face once more. "Me."

The smile that was on my face once before quickly leaves, and I find myself looking at him differently. No longer am I being sarcastic nor am I joking. I am watching him intently. I know what he means by his words, and I don't need to ask though I find myself thinking about his words very carefully.

He continues, and the smirk has left his face. "As soon as we're done here, I'll walk away, and I'm never coming back. You'll never again have to look me in the eye and cover our connection with hostility and revulsion. You'll never have to loathe the darkest parts of yourself that care for me in spite of all I've done. I will be gone, and you will be free." He walks closer until he is only inches away. "I just want you to be honest with me."

His dark blue eyes peer into my own, his wide, awaiting an answer. It occurs to me that he's never had to deal with such things before. I can hardly believe that this is happening, but I know that if he leaves then I can tell him the truth, that if I never have to see his face again then I can be honest with him but only on those terms, only on what he described.

"I'm in college," I begin. "And I'm building a life for myself. I have plans and a future and things that I want and none of those things involve you, okay. None of them." I can see the disappoint etched across his face, as he looks down before his eyes are back on me.

"I see," he says softly.

"No, you don't because yes, I cover our connection with hostility because yes I hate myself for the truth, so if you promise to walk away, like you said, and never come back, then yes, I will be honest with you. I will be honest with you about what I want."

His eyes are wide again, as they search mine, as if trying to see what my honestly held in my eyes, trying to figure out what it was I was going to be honest about. He exhales, looking around before back at me. He's thinking, but it takes him seconds to come to a conclusion. The right conclusion. "I will walk away, and I will never come back, I promise." He creeps even closer to me, leaving almost no space between the two of us.

Then there's silence as he awaits my reaction. I stare at him, trying to figure out how to say what it is that I want to say before swallowing. I could just show him. After all, actions spoke louder than words. I step closer, ridding any distance between the two of us. My eyes move from his lips to his eyes before back again. "Good," I whisper before closing the distance and pressing our lips together.

Thanks sm for reading the first chapter of my story, and I hope that you enjoyed it, as I completely LOVED writing it! It was such a pleasure, and I am so happy to share! Please make sure to read and review, as your reviews give me happiness and make me want to update faster! Much love for you guys!