She's looking into the eyes of the man who has been her history teacher for almost a year now and she can't help but want to cry when she cannot recognize the person she's looking at. What's more, he doesn't really seem to know her either.
"And which friend are you?" the imposter asks. She hears Alaric's voice, but his tone is all wrong, and she forces herself to keep from cringing. "The witch or the vampire?"
They're in the freshman English classroom, and Caroline's backing up toward the far wall, away from the windows. It's an odd thing to be frightened of a teacher who's been more like a friend for so long. It doesn't quite register in her mind either, and Caroline has to fight to remember that this is not Alaric. She can hear the music from the dance in the gymnasium and she briefly wonders where everyone is. How did he single her out?
In the blink of an eye he's got her pinned against the wall. From the outside, the scene is not all that shocking. Teacher and student—it's been done before. But he's not really her teacher…not this person controlling his body, and she's not willing. "What's your name, little vampire?" he whispers next to her ear.
She shakes her head, determined not to play his game. She knows he knows her name, knows he knows a lot more than he's letting on.
His head moves back and she stares into the eyes of this monster. "Lets try again, shall we?" he begins mockingly. "My name is Klaus…and yours is?"
She takes a shaky breath and blinks rapidly, trying with all her strength to move the hands he has pinned high above her head. "Car—Caroline," she whispers in defeat.
"It's nice to meet you, Caroline," he replies, his head traveling toward her neck.
Caroline closes her eyes and tries desperately to move away from what she knows is coming. She can't escape his tight hold, however, and his lips make contact with the soft skin of her neck and to her shame, she cannot suppress the soft moan that escapes her lips.
She feels his smile. "Is there something you never told your teacher, little Caroline?" Klaus teases as one of his hands leaves hers to travel down to her stomach where he carefully unbuttons the buttons of her pink blouse. Once that has been done, he toys with the think layer of cotton beneath.
She notices she's stopped struggling and resumes her fight, crying out in frustration when she cannot break free. She doesn't want this, not from this devil possessing her friend's body, and she hates herself for giving into the illusion of a schoolgirl fantasy. She opens her mouth to speak but he covers hers with his and she shuts hers when she feels his tongue tracing her lips.
She doesn't feel it when the hand holding hers to the wall falls away and moves to her skirt, pushing it up. Her hands seem frozen by the memory of his, and they stay still against the wall, even when his hand reaches her panties. Her mouth opens in shock at this and he takes his cue and pushes his tongue inside her mouth.
Later, Caroline will not be able to recall the moment she had stopped fighting. She does not know how much of what happened was his will and how much was her suppressed desire for her teacher.
She will not be able to speak of anything that happened in that classroom to anyone. And she will not be able to meet Alaric's gaze when he's once again in control of his body. And only when everyone's gathered at the boarding house late that night does she start to feel in control again. Elena's arms are wrapped around her and Damon's keeping a watchful eye in their direction.
Alaric walks through the door and Caroline bites her lip and averts her eyes. She doesn't want him to see the shame in her eyes or the last remnants of the desire she once had for him.
"I'm so sorry, Caroline," he mumbles guiltily.
Caroline wants to tell him it's not his fault, that it's hers, but all she can say is, "I'm sorry too."