This was written for the KlarolineInfinity endgame event! And dedicated to my lovely editor and friend Ashleigh who was been there to guide me trough all of this. You are amazing! She gave me the prompt: Camille see's a painting of Caroline in Klaus' artroom and goes: "Oh my god you're in love with her!"

WARNING: ABUSE TRIGGERS!

It was one of their weekly therapy sessions. Camille had found herself looking forward to them. It had been so interesting to pick the mind of the hybrid. The way he opened up to her like he had done to nobody else before made her feel like she was doing something right. Not only as a therapist but as his friend. And if anything, Klaus Mikaelson needed a friend. Somebody who he could confide in and not worry about being betrayed. It had taken her the better part of the last year to get him to thrust her like this. But now that he had, she found herself taken aback by the glimpses of humanity hiding behind the facade of a monster he kept up.

"Tell me about your father" Camille asked staring at his back as he looked outside the window.

"I don't see why that is necessary, I'm sure my many problems aren't classified under daddy issues" Klaus said not looking at her, avoiding the subject.

"It's necessary because I'm asking, there is no point in our talks if you are not going to be honest to my questions." Camilly explained tapping the pencil she was holding into her lap.

"Fine, which one do you want to know about, my biological one who I murdered, or the man who for a lack of better word raised me, but beat the living sense out of me every chance he got." Klaus snapped back at her as he turned around grabbing another drink. If he was going to talk about either one of them he was going to need liquor.

"Why did your father beat you?" Camille asked dropping her pencil at this new revelation.

"My father or at least the man I called my father was the stereotype of a viking man. He lived and breathed for the war. Wanted his children to be the same. Expected us to be as tough as he was. Strong, undefeatable. But we were not allowed to be a threat to him. " Klaus sat down on the crimson sofa looking at Camille intently.

"I can't imagine he viewed you as weak" Camille went on "you are one of the strongest people on this earth in the last thousand years."

"I was not always like this, as a child I preferred art over swordfighting. My mother encouraged this, my father did not" Klaus said falling into a memory.

Somewhere over a thousand years ago

Klaus was sitting by the fire watching it crackly, bathing in the warmth and glow of it's bright orange flames. A piece of old parchment on his lap and a lump of coal in his hands. He was re-creating the lines that formed in his mind. Every time he was drawing it had always been something different, a different scenery he had come across that day. A different beauty that had touched him. He was young still. Barely 16 years old. A boy. So the world would still ignite his imagination. His mother passed him, checking to see if the stew that was simmering away on the fire for dinner needed stirring.

"That's beautiful Niklaus"His mother smiled putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you mother" The young boy smiled still full of innocence.

"Now put it away before your father gets home, you know he disapproves" She continued as she took the lid of the iron pot.

The words had only barely rolled off of her tongue before Mikael stormed through the door holding a very dead wild boar over his shoulder.

"BOY!" He shouted obviously meaning Klaus, he only used that demeaning name for him. Never his siblings.

"Yes father" Klaus said staring at his feet hiding his hands and drawing behind his back.

"Take the skin off of that and gut it's belly...and make sure you do a better job than last time" Mikael sneered throwing the boar Klaus' way.

Klaus caught it just barely nearly falling over by the weight of the drawing falling behind him on the ground. He was ready to make himself scarce and running outside out of his father's way when he was stopped.

"What have we here?" Mikael asked picking up Klaus' drawing from the floor and waving it in front of his face.

"N-nothing father" Klaus stammered his heart pounding in his chest. He was caught.

"You waste your time on silly drawings again, when you can't even hunt or handle a sword decently...you are an embarrassment I have warned you numerous times boy , but you will never learn" Mikael scolded making his way to the part of their hut where Klaus' bed was. He grabbed the parchment and coals from under his furs along with his whittling knife and the crushed berries he used for painting before stomping back the the fireplace.

"Father no please!" Klaus tried to stop his father but it was no use.

Mikael threw all his tools into the fire before grabbing Klaus by his shirt. "Do not defy me boy" he said "If you do not listen to my words, you will listen to my actions"

And with that the first punch came.

"Husband no!" Esther tried to stop Mikael but was pushed aside easily falling back to the ground.

The first punch hit him right in stomach making Klaus double over. The next one hit him in the face just above his left eye socket. He felt dizzy and fell to the ground his head dangerously close to the fire. He tried to cover his face to spare it from the beating as his father kicked him as he was down. The pain taking a hold of his body as a rib was surely broken. He closed his eyes trying to lie as still as possible hoping that it would end soon. In his mind he started counting the punches. One...two….three….four, he could feel blood dripping from his nose and lip and his left eye socket swelling. When it seemed that the anger in Mikael had finally faded he hoped that now he would stop. Instead he heard the crisp sound of his hunting blade being pulled from its cover. Klaus' heart raced, this would be it. His father would murder him this time. He had gone to far. With a rough pull of his hair Mikael pulled Klaus' face towards him bringing the blade to his throat.

"If I ever catch you playing around like this again boy, I will end you " Mikael threatened before throwing klaus back to the floor.

Klaus couldn't bare getting up from the floor his entire body wincing in pain. He coughed as he tried to catch his breath blood escaping from between his lips in between coughs. He laid there all by himself. His father out to cut up his hunt. His mother left him to go find vegetables in the garden. In the end it was Rebekah who found him, and very silently and carefully nurtured him. In that day Klaus swore that as long as his father was alive. He would never draw again.

Present

Camille listened silently at his tale. Her heart sinking in horror as she pictured a young Klaus being horribly abused by his brute of a father. Just because the boy was artistic. She felt the maternal need to protect him. To hold him close and tell him it was going to be okay, that he couldn't hurt him anymore. But she knew he wouldn't care for that. When he was in this state of openly sharing the darkest parts of his past she knew she had to be very careful in the way she approached him now. One wrong move and he would never be this open again. So instead of comforting him like she wanted to she just kept on asking questions.

"But you did start drawing again?" Camille whispered with a weak smile.

"It soothes me, helps me think" Klaus said tapping his forehead.

"You know, we've talked about your art, but i've never actually seen any of it. Why is that?"Camille asked trying to take away from the heaviness of their last topic. It would be no good to push him on it now.

"Because you never asked Camille" Klaus smiled back.

"I believe you can tell alot about a person's soul from their art" Camilly went on in her professional voice.

"Well most of it is pretty dark so that makes sense" Klaus jokes, and with that their emotional moment was over and he has closed off that part of himself again.

"Can I see it?" Camille asked.

"I don't see why not, right this way" Klaus guided Camille upstairs to the art room that was located right next to his bedroom.

Camille was in awe when she entered the room. It was slightly smaller than the other rooms in the compound but by far one of the most beautiful. The high ceilings were embellished with all different kinds of shapes and curls giving it an almost royal feel. The large windows that went from the floor all the way up let in so much daylight the room felt like being outside. The deep blue curtains draped just by the sides tied together with golden ribbons. Unlike the rest of the house though, this room was messy and unorganised. Across the dark wooden floors were sheets spread to protect the wood from paint. Different canvas' spread around and resting against walls with half painted pictures or barely finished ones. A few easels and on the desk was the only thing in the room that was organised. A set of beautiful brushes sorted by size next to at least 50 different colours of paint all in the same tubes. A fancy brand no doubt. And a box full of different pencils. Camille browsed through the different pictures and paintings hypnotised by their beauty.

"You're talented" She whispered as she let her fingers dwell on the side of one of his paintings.

"Thank you, actually one of my landscapes is hanging in the hermitage" Klaus grinned to himself before realising what he just said. "I only ever told one other person that" he said remembering her.

"Impressive, who was she?" Camille smiled taking another step towards him.

"Who said it was a she?" Klaus smiled running a hand through his hair.

"The way you smiled when you mentioned her. She must be special, who is she?" Camille asked again pushing the matter as she went on to look at the drawings scattered on the desk.

"You wouldn't know her , it doesn't matter" Klaus said again trying to avoid the topic. He could tell Camille was going to push the matter but luckily he was saved by his phone ringing. Klaus pulled it from his pocked reading Elijah's name on the screen. "Will you excuse me Camille I have to answer this" Klaus said before turning around and leaving Camille alone in his art room.

Camille used this time to really snoop around. If their talks gave her an idea of his soul, these paintings were like having pictures of what it looked like in there. She stared at one painting that was slightly different from the others. Many of the landscapes had a streak of sadness in them. In the colours used or of the way he had portrait something. But this one had no sadness in it at all. No anger, no pain. It was pure light. It was a portrait of a girl, in her late teens she had beautiful long blonde curls and a dazzling smile the lit up the entire canvas. Her eyes were the blue of daylight, full of softness , kindness and good. Even though she was only a painted picture, looking at her you felt like you were in the presence of an angel. She must have been a princess of some country because she was wearing an extraordinary beautiful blue gown that matched her eyes perfectly. She oozed royal stature in every way you looked at the painting. Camille found herself captivated by the girl even as she moved on.

She opened the drawers of the desk only to find even more sketches of different places in the city. Each one more beautiful than the one before. In the bottom drawer underneath a bunch of old papers she found a ledger, when she opened it it was full of pictures of the girl from the painting. There was one where she was laughing with a smile that even on paper made her eyes sparkle. There was one where she had sprouted angel wings which would be very weird but somehow it worked on the girl. The wings suited her like they had always been there. At the very end of the book, there was one of the girl completely naked lying between leaves on an autumn day. Quickly Cami closed the ledger feeling like she was snooping in something that was to private for her to see. She pulled the drawer back open trying to push the ledger back in when Klaus entered the room again.

"That is private" he said darkly his eyes hinting a glance of black.

"I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean to pry, I was putting it back" Camille stuttered hoping she had not crossed a line.

"I think we're done for today" Klaus said holding the door open.

"No...don't shut me out right now...tell me about her, who is she Klaus?" Camille asked with fire behind her words.

"She is just somebody from the past Camille no need to get jealous" Klaus tried to turn the issue around to her.

"Oh please don't flatter yourself Klaus, you wanted me to be your therapist because you know I'll push when needed so I'm pushing this. Tell me about the girl!" Camille said firmly putting her foot down.

"Her name is Caroline, she's a girl from Mystic Falls nothing more to it…" Klaus snapped hoping they would be done with the matter now.

Suddenly the pieces fell together for Camille. She had heard Rebekah speak of a girl from Mystic Falls, Rebekah didn't care for her but she knew Klaus had cared for her deeply. He had lost her to another man , that Tyler boy that had tried to kill him a few months back. But the drawings had been recent. He had not yet forgotten about the girl at all. Cami saw the pain lurking behind his eyes. The pain of reminiscing about love lost and it hit her all at once. She felt very stupid for not seeing it before it had been so obvious.

"Oh my god, you're in love with her" Cami whispered her mouth falling open at the realisation.

"I have no idea what you are talking about Camille" Klaus muttered slightly annoyed.

"Yes you do you're practically blushing about it! You are totally in love with her" Cami nearly giggled.

"I am not, and even if I was it would not matter, because last time we spoke she asked me to leave and never return, to let her be free from me and live her life" Klaus said pouring himself another glass of bourbon from the pitcher while handing Camille a beer.

"Was she human?" Cami asked opening the beer and taking a sip. If they were going to talk about Klaus' love life she would also be needing liquor.

"No, she was a young vampire, a baby even, barely a year since she turned when I met her. But she was glorious. A natural , so much in control of her bloodlust. Unprecedented, I'm telling you there are vampires out there who are a hundred times her age and more who could learn a thing or two from her when it comes to the bloodlust, so full of light so much goodness in her" Klaus laughed thinking about HIS Caroline.

"So she was the complete opposite of you? Is that what attracted you to her?" Cami asked realising they had stumbled upon that very rare path again where he would talk so freely it seemed almost uncharacteristic.

"No, she was not. Not completely anyway because when it came to protecting her friends and the ones she loved she was so fierce. Killed twelve witches in the blink of an eye to save her best friend….And she defied me , put me in my place. She was the only one who was always completely honest with me. Even if i didn't like it. Even if it would be dangerous for her to tell me the truth she was honest." Klaus drank from his glass again smiling at the memory. "Genuinely beautiful, graceful, an amazing dancer she was very proud of that. And all of those idiots took her for granted. Never appreciated her and all the things she did or was"

"Why is she not here then? You obviously appreciate her?" Cami asked.

"Oh I invited her multiple times. But above all Caroline Forbes is loyal. She couldn't take my offer because she couldn't bare to leave her mother or her friends. So I told her I'd wait for her….but she made it very clear not to bother" Klaus said putting his glass down making clear that this was the end of the conversation about Caroline.

In the weeks that followed Cami found herself becoming more and more obsessed about the girl named Caroline. Wanting to know who she was and what she was like. How a baby vampire could captivate the heart of the oldest baddest villain in the world. At first she tried to get more information by having Klaus talk about her. But after their first conversation he pretty much had closed off the subject. So eventually she couldn't resist the temptation and googled the girls name. First was her facebook-account. Cami searched through the pictures. Mostly of her and her friends having fun with big smiles on their faces. She looked young and careless in them.

The next page she found was of something called the Miss Mystic Falls Pageant. She looked much more mature in her emerald green dress. A picture perfect smile gracing her face with beneath the picture her name, the title of mystic falls and the the year she had won the title, together with a list of far too much many accomplishments and activities she was president off. The girl had to be a vampire to keep this all up.

The final page she clicked on was an obituary from the local paper. Apparently the Sheriff of Mystic Falls had passed away due to a brain tumor. The woman had obviously been very loved in her community as the article was a loving memory to her. It wasn't till the very end that Cami realised why this article was relevant.

"After her ex-husband passed away due to an animal attack only a few years earlier Sheriff Forbes leaves behind her only daughter Caroline. Young miss Forbes has not yet spoken out about the passing of her mother a great hero to this community."

Cami checked the date. The funeral had been only two days ago. She felt sorry for the young girl. She knew like no other what it was like to have to be able to stand alone at such a young age. A fate she wished upon no friend or foe. She wondered if Klaus knew about this development in the girl's life and made a mental note to ask him during their next session.

The next day they had decided to meet up at Rousseau's. Not particularly for a new session. Because Klaus liked to keep those in the privacy of his own home. It was more of a going out for drinks discussing every day matters thing. At first Kol had joined them but he was now long gone chasing after Davina.

"So don't get mad" Camille started.

"You know whenever people start a phrase with that I end up getting mad so get on with it" Klaus said having another drink.

"I googled the girl" Camille confessed

"Why?" Klaus roared in anger.

"Because I've developed a very healthy obsession with her and I think part of why you are feeling so restless is because you haven't had closure" Camille explained trying so whisper silently so nobody would hear.

"I advise you to let this go Camille before I make you " Klaus threatened giving her his most evil hybrid look.

"Did you know her mother died" Camille asked ignoring his attempts to scare her.

Klaus' face changed immediately from dark and evil to instant worry. "What happened?" He asked thinking that is somebody was to blame for this he would make them suffer indefinitely for putting HIS Caroline through this.

"Oh so you DO care?" Camille grinned playing with her coaster.

"I care about you telling me what the hell happened" Klaus said getting annoyed by his therapist/bartender.

"Brain tumor….funeral was last week" Camille grabbed his hand squeezing it softly trying to meet his gaze. "Look I don't know her, but I do know what's it's like when you lose your last living family member and it sucks! She needs to be around the people who love her right now"

"She already is, no need to go on and complicate things further" Klaus said getting up from the booth they were sitting in. "Now I'm going to ask you again to let the matter go or I will be forced to find a new bartender" And with that he left the bar walking back home.

On his way back home he had decided against taking his car. The fresh air and buzz of the city cleared his head from every thought except Caroline and maybe he could find a snack along the way midst the drunk party people. He could easily send one of his newly made hybrids to fetch the car later and so he walked the streets of New Orleans his mind full of the baby vampire. His eye eventually fell on a girl standing outside of one of the bars a college girl on a night out with her girlfriends perhaps. But here she was standing all by herself. Resembling her ever so slightly. The girl didn't even come close to matching her beauty. Her hair was not the right colour of gold twirling down her back. Nor were her eyes the right kind of almost diamond blue. The way she moved was not as gracefully elegant. But none the less the she would have to make do.

"Excuse me Sweetheart could I have a moment of your time" Klaus smiled using his best gentleman voice as he looked the girl straight into her eyes his pupils dilating making her mind completely his. The girl followed him around to corner to a backway alley that was just the right amount of dark and deserted. She smelled good, Klaus could almost taste her blood already his fangs itching through his gums. Yes he was definitely in need of a late night snack.

"Please refer from screaming, it annoys me" He told the girl again compelling her before pulling the hair from her neck and sinking his teeth into her skin. He could feel the blood against his lips now. Drinking the sweet fluid from her all the while thinking about the only blond that ever fully satisfied him.

Two Years earlier

The taste of her blood was intoxicating. Like nothing he had ever tasted before. A pure feeling of euphoria taking over his body. Like the sweetest nectar of the gods her blood was even more precious dripping like little rubies over his lips. But he had to let go, if he took more he would kill her. And that wasn't the plan….yet. Klaus had instantly regretted his actions as soon as Caroline fell to the floor. Guilt and worry burning in his chest. But the Lockwood boy was watching and so he couldn't show a glimpse of his remorse. Instead he put on his most villain smile and whispered.

"Well that was definitely worth the calories"

At first Caroline had used the last of her strength to ask Tyler to take her away. He was taken aback by the coldness in her voice. He really had gone too far and now he had lost her forever.

He was trapped between his feelings of guilt and worry towards her and his stubbornness towards that idiotic boy she called her boyfriend. He had spend almost an hour fearing for her when Tyler Lockwood returned with Caroline on the verge of death in his arms. He had placed her back on the ground in front of him telling him he did this to her so he got to watch her die.

A cheap trick where Tyler played into his emotions for Caroline hoping that he would heal her because of them. Well the boy underestimated him after all he was the original hybrid and he would not be defied or ruled by emotions he may or may not have towards this baby vampire.

Even after Tyler had left the Gilbert house where he had been locked up in again he tried to restrain from feeding her his blood. The boy had to learn and this was the only way. He was so sure he was capable of letting her die.

Until she told him that she knew he loved her. And that therefore he was still worthy of salvation in her eyes.

She had stopped breathing and as soon as she did panic filled him. He had called out her name a few times trying to fight back the tear forming in his eyes.

And with that he caved.

In a second he was with her on the couch cradling her body against his chest hoping that he wasn't too late. She wasn't strong enough to make the bite herself so he bit his wrist bringing it to her mouth. Gently he ran his hand through her hair closing his eyes as he felt the relief when she very weakly drank from realising it he lowered the walls he built up letting himself fall into the moment.

He could still taste her blood on his lips from earlier like it had just happened seconds ago the memory of her sweet taste taking a hold of him once again. It was then when he noticed her. A connection build between them that was beyond anything physical. When she had drank from him months before it hadn't been there. But at that time he didn't love her like he did now. And just like him her guards were now down because she didn't have the strength anymore to keep them up.

He saw all of her.

It was like he touched her mind and soul and could feel it intertwine with his. A vision of her forming , looking at him with a loving gaze that was so powerful it nearly destroyed him. They were having a conversation without words, telling each other that they were safe as long as they were here. Holding each other.

Klaus had heard of the effects of blood sharing between vampires before. When there was a strong connection between both vampires and they shared blood with each other it was like becoming one person. A high that was matched by no other feeling. Touching and exploring each other's essence. Klaus knew that from this moment on. Nobody would know her like he would and nobody would know him like she did. There were no more secrets, nothing to hide. Only honesty and connectivity between them. Her beauty he now only fully comprehended. If he wasn't in love with her before , now there was no denying it. Wherever she was, whoever she was with it did not matter. From now on he was hers and she was his. HIS Caroline.

Present

Klaus released his fangs from the girl's neck just before he had drained her. He tried to not to kill any locals as it would raise to much questions. Satiated by blood his eyes turned a vibrant yellow before returning back to his original blue colour. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve before compelling the girl to forget their encounter and he was on his way again. Though the feed had made him feel slightly less on edge the memory of Caroline and that one time they had shared their blood with each other . Try as he may he could not stop thinking about her.

When he finally did get home he found himself going straight to his art room. The house had been empty so it was very peaceful. He sat in front of the fireplace with a sketchpad and coal just like when he was a little boy letting the drawing come naturally. Lines falling onto the paper with ease. Only when he was done he fully realised what he had drawn. His muse, his angel, HIS Caroline.

He placed the drawing on his desk and grabbed a new piece of paper along with a pen scribbling away on it with an inspiration that competed with his artistic one. When he was finally tired and drunk he put both things to the side and decided it was time for him to go to bed. His dreams filled with a blond baby vampire.

The next morning Camille came up to the compound to check up on Klaus. When he had left yesterday at the bar he was obviously distraught. So as his friend/Therapist/Bartender, she felt it was her duty to pass by the house making sure it was not full of bodies because he went on a rampage. Basically by checking up on him she did a favor to the city. Or she deluded herself with that thought anyway. When the house seemed empty but unlocked- Because who needs burglary security when you're an original wolf-vampire hybrid- Camille decided to take the stairs up to the art room where she hoped to find him. Also empty, maybe Klaus was still asleep. She could head to his room to check but felt that their friendship wasn't evolved enough for her to be in his bedroom. On top of that she didn't know what kind of sleeper the ruler of New Orleans was. What is he slept naked? That would be awkward. She was about to leave again when she figured she should leave a note for Klaus. Telling him she stopped by and to call her when he woke up. And so Camille walked over to the desk and pulled open the first drawer in search of a piece of paper and a pen. But what she found was something completely different. In the top drawer was a new picture of the girl but this time it wasn't just her. She was lying on a couch cradles against Klaus' chest as she seemed to be drinking from his wrist. And he just held her, looking more peaceful than Camille ever saw him. She picked up the drawing and noticed another piece of paper beneath it folded neatly four ways. On the side in very elegant letters it said: Caroline . Carefully she opened the note.

I know what I promised, I just need to know if you are ok.

That was all the note had read but even though it was just one line Camille could feel the urgency behind it. When she wanted to put the note back she noticed the cardboard box. It was filled with at least 10 more letters all addressed to her, all with different dates of the last months since they had met each other. Each one more elaborate and beautifully written then the last. Though in the letters he barely spoke of love, you could tell it was like an old time love letter directed to could tell he was still unmistakably in love with her. There was stirring in the hallway. In a moment without hesitation Camille grabbed the letters and put them in the back of her jeans letting her top fall over it. Closed the drawer back quickly and made her way for the door. As soon as she opened it Klaus was standing on the other side giving her a suspicious look. Upon knowing about his feelings for the young girl Klaus suddenly looked younger, more human to Camille like something had changed within him.

"What are you doing here?" Klaus asked looking over her into his art room like he was scared she was going to steal his paintings.

"I wanted to check up on you, when you weren't downstairs i figured you'd be here…" Camille tried to so as casual as possible, it wasn't really a lie.

"I was not,I was out" Klaus said still not fully comprehending why she was here.

"Exactly I was just on my way back out when i found you lurking creepy at the other side of the door" Camille tried to be sassy, that usually worked on him. She could feel the letters almost burning against the skin of her back.

"I was not lurking, I have supernatural hearing I heard you stumble and thought you might be an intruder , Nearly ripped your head off. Next time …. Call first" Klaus said very coldly.

"Got it...well you seem to be doing fine so I got to go!" Camille said making herself scarce. The sooner she got out of here the better.

A few days later she got a furious phone call from Klaus demanding to get his letters back.

"I send them to her" Camille whispered timidly glad she was inside the comfort of her own home and not near him while he was in this vile mood.

"You what…." Klaus asked darkly his tone turning nearly murderous.

"She needs to know!" Camille replied trying to persuade him.

"That is not your call to make Camille" He did not shout, but it would be a lot less scary if he would. His tone now was making her shiver to her bones.

"As your therapist consider it active therapy" Camille tried.

"You trespassed in my home, went through my drawers, stole from me and then send it off to somebody else….you are no longer my therapist Camille" He said sounding disappointed.

Camille hated it when he was disappointed.

"I"m sorry, meet me at the bar we can talk ok?" Camille whispered realising she had vastly overstepped her boundaries.

"I have killed people for a lot less, for your own safety it is best to never be around me again...goodbye Camille" Klaus whispered.

Cami wanted to protest but he had hung up on her. In the days that followed she had tried calling him back. Even went to the house a couple of times but he never replied or opened the door. Their friendship, if that was what you could call it. Had vanished as quickly as it came.

It had been two weeks since the debacle and Klaus found himself being more on edge. Not only did he lose the person to talk to about his aggravations in the world. He had expected to hear at least SOMETHING from Caroline. An angry phone call a dismissive letter, a text telling him to leave her the fuck alone...at least something. But nothing had come. She had ignored him completely and that had been the worst outcome of all. He was in his art room painting yet another picture of her and ready to push decline on yet another one of Camille's calls when he noticed Caroline appearing on his screen. He nearly chokes in surprise. For a moment he debated ignoring the call but quickly realised that would be ridiculous.

"Caroline" Her name came out like a whisper, a feather carried on a soft wind. Soft and light. But loaded with subtext and emotions.

"Hi" Her voice was hoarse and raspy.

There was a silence between them.

"How are you?" Klaus finally asked obviously meaning her mental state since the death of her mother.

"I got your letters" Was her reply dismissing his first question.

"Caroline I'm sorry I can explain I…" Klaus started trying to find a way to get her to listen.

"Just…..Let me talk for a second ok…" Caroline interrupted him.

He fell silent again.

"I...I didn't know what to do, how to cope with the crushing pain. I felt like I was going insane" Caroline started to explain in a voice that was still so uncharacteristically breakable.

"Sweetheart I'm so-" Klaus wanted nothing more than to comfort her, take her in his arms and whisper it was all going to be ok

"Just let me finish" Caroline broke him off again.

"I was going to just turn it all of, take the easy road. Give up." She continued explaining."Then i got your letters…..And I loved them…. It felt like a piece of the pain was being chipped away..Because you understood...you know me….and so I started thinking to myself why? Why do I keep fighting this? You? Us? Something that could maybe potentially make me not feel so horribly sad anymore? Why am I fighting the fact that I shouldn't have let you go that day? Why am I fighting the fact that I'm clearly falling in love with you…"

There was another silence. Her honesty had cut right to his chest.

"So I got in my car and started driving."Caroline finally said trying to get her point across.

The point had most definitely come across. Klaus' eyes widened and he took a deep breath scared to fully process what she meant.

"Caroline….where are you?" he asked making sure that he had gotten the hint properly.

He could hear a smile forming on her lips through the phone "I'm standing in front of your doorstep" she repeated his words.

Klaus had dropped his phone instantly not caring if the screen shattered into a million pieces. In vampire speed he rushed towards the entrance of the compound and even that didn't feel like it went fast enough. He pulled the door open so harshly he nearly broke it off it's hinges. Klaus had difficulty believing his eyes. There she was. Even more beautiful than in his memory. She still looked sad and tired , she looked in need of comfort.

"Hi" Caroline mouthed a single tear falling down her cheek.

Klaus never did respond. Before either of them could say a word he walked towards her in a strong and firm pace. Taking her face between his hands only gazing in her eyes for half a second before crashing his lips onto hers. Still holding her so tightly, he was holding on to her for life. He could feel her kissing him back and eagerly he intensified their kiss trying to take all her sadness and pain away. Klaus didn't know how long they had remained there, kissing each other like there was no tomorrow. Not caring who was around or who saw. The only thing he remembered was at thinking one point he should probably forgive Camille…..in a few days.

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Eve