Hello! This is my first published fanfiction, so please don't be too harsh if it's that awful. ;) This is just a simple one shot and it probably won't be more than that, but that's not definite. I apologize if they seem OOC! This is set somewhere in season 4.

Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize.

It was an accident. Accidents happen, all the time. Spilled juice, a smashed glass, a soaked dress... Blood, a vampire, a dead body.

Not exactly the same thing, huh?

Caroline just stood, towering over the limp body. No longer could she hear his heart pounding or smell the blood rushing through his veins. He was nothing now. Just a person that no longer exist; a person that no longer exists because of her.

Things like this didn't happen, not to Caroline. She was the one who was in control, out of all of them. Temptation never got the better of her and she never, under any circumstances, killed a person out of her own hunger and frustration. Despite being a young vampire – it hadn't even been two years – she had self control. On the rare occasion that she fed straight from the vain, she knew when to stop and she knew how to stop. Feed, heal, compel. It was simple. So why hadn't she stopped?

Looking on silently at the body slumped on the cold ground against the tree, Caroline let out a single tear. She didn't even have it in her to cry over the damage she'd caused - she was too tired, too annoyed. If she could scream and shout until she had no voice at all, then she would. Instead, she just felt the tear roll down her cheek.

It only made it worse that she knew the boy she'd just killed. He was her partner in biology Junior Year before everything went to hell. His father was one of her Mom's deputies and his mother was a nurse at the hospital. He was dating a girl on the Cheerleading squad and had a younger sister who Caroline often saw at the Grill.

Sometimes, she really hated just how small of a town Mystic Falls was.

In the distance, her vampire hearing only magnified the sound of the ongoing party at the falls. It was someone's birthday and, of course, half of the town's youth had shown up to celebrate. Which was a pretty ridiculous idea with the amount of fires and supposed animal attack the town had seen over the past couple years.

The voices and music suddenly snapped her out of her self-pity party and she realized what exactly she had done. There was a party going on just outside of the forest and here she was, covered in blood and just lurking around a dead body.

It didn't take much thought for her to panic once she suddenly found the strength to.

"Oh my God, oh my..." She whispered to herself, eyes widening as she realized there were people coming her way. They were far away enough that she could get out of there using her vampire speed before they even realized there was anyone there. Sighing as she grabbed the body and sped further into the forest, she kept running until she couldn't hear any voices or music. Knowing she was far away enough from the party to not draw attention, she placed the body down on the ground again as gently as she possibly could.

What was she supposed to do now? The only body she'd every had the delight of burying had been Sage's. But this? This was a whole different story. She couldn't do this, she couldn't bury the innocent boy she'd just killed because of her own selfish desires. She couldn't bury her Junior Year biology partner who's father worked for her Mom. Caroline knew herself and she knew that she wouldn't be able to keep this to herself once people started looking for him. His Dad was a police officer and his Mom was a nurse for crying out loud, there was no way they'd just accept the fact that their son had disappeared at a party which included underage drinking near the Falls.

What would she even bury him with? When she'd forced herself to come to this party, she hadn't exactly brought a shovel and she couldn't leave him there. What if someone found him? Her Mom would no doubt find out and immediately realize it was a vampire attack – which would end up with her asking Caroline if she knew who might have done it and Caroline having to be the worst liar in the world.

Pulling her cell out of the pocket of her pink cardigan, she desperately scrolled through her contacts. Elena still wasn't in complete control, Stefan was being kept firmly away from any trace of fresh human blood, Tyler was the reason she was in this mess anyway, Matt was the last person she wanted to drag into this, Bonnie wouldn't be able to do anything other than judge her and she'd stake herself before letting Damon see her like this – again.

Taking a deep breath, she hit the call button and convinced herself that this was her only option. He was the only one who could help her, even if the very fact that he'd put his own number in her phone made her scoff.

"Caroline, love, can't say I was expecting your call."

"I need your help." She confessed, rolling her eyes at the fact she could practically see the smirk on his face.

By the time he arrived, which was all of four minutes after she hung up, she herself had slid down the tree, her eyes everywhere but the body in front of her. Her white sundress and pink cardigan covered in blood, from both draining the body and trying to desperately rub the blood from her hands. Blonde curls cascaded over her face, loose and wild.

When she heard him nearing her from behind, she hugged her knees closer to her, letting her hair fall over and completely cover her features. Preparing herself for some snarky comment that never came, she allowed the tears to fall and mix with the blood that stained her lips. Minutes past and she could feel him leaning against the tree next to her, watching her silently.

"I killed him." She murmured so weakly that any human would have missed it.

A few more moments passed, as she prayed he'd hurry up and say something so that she wouldn't have to.

"I can see that, sweetheart." He replied quietly, causing her to look up at him. His face was completely unreadable, as per usual. There was no emotion whatsoever, which gave her no indication to what he was thinking or if he was planning on saying anything else.

Part of her was even more sickened with herself at that moment. What was she expecting him to do, actually help her? He was the bad guy, Caroline, the bad guy! He wasn't going to help her clean up a dead body, he had no empathy, no desire to help her. So what if he saw her as a challenge or whatever it was he saw her as? That didn't change the fact that she was stupid to believe he'd actually help her.

"You know what, I'm sorry." She said, shakily pushing herself to her feet. "For calling you... I shouldn't have, I just didn't know who else to call and I panicked and realized that I'd never actually gotten rid of a human body before and I didn't know what to do or who to call and you just ... " She paused, shaking her head. "You just seemed like the only option at the time so just, whatever. Thanks for coming and yeah, I'll ... Take care of it."

It didn't go unnoticed by either of them how quiet her voice had gotten by the end of her little outburst.

"Caroline-"

"No, no, it's okay. I don't know what I was thinking, and I just ... I shouldn't need anyone to help me with this, right? I'm a vampire. I can do this. I killed him so what's the harm in burying in the middle of the forest like some worthless animal, huh?" She cried, talking to herself more than him.

"If you stop worrying for two seconds, I can take care of it." He interrupted, a small smile playing on his lips. Caroline would enjoy nothing more than punching that smile off his face at that moment, but she had bigger things to deal with.

Like the fact that Klaus had just agreed to get rid of a body for her. She supposed it was no big deal to him by now though, and the only thing he was getting out of this was an ego boost thanks to the fact that she'd ran to him in her –humiliating- hour of need.

Nodding after getting over the initial shock, she wiped at her tears as she watched him move to pick up the body as if it wasn't a seventeen year old boy who's had his life ripped away thanks to her foolishness.

"So, in return for my act of kindness, are you going to tell me what happened, or can I be left to assume that you happened to let your vampire nature take centre stage?" He asked, smirking at her as if any of it should have been remotely funny to her.

Scoffing, she folded her arms across her chest and turned away from him. Part of her knew that he wasn't going to leave her alone until she answered him but she really didn't want to tell him. Like, really.

"Tyler and I got into a fight ... I got mad, came to the party, he flirted with me and my bloodlust got the better of me." She answered sharply, still not looking at him as she heard him fidgeting behind her. "Is that an acceptable answer for you?" She added, the sarcasm lacing her tone.

Again, he didn't answer her. Which she had no problem with at all at that moment, considering the last thing she wanted was getting into their typical flirtations. Now was most definitely not the time for that, oh no.

"They'll come looking for him. His Dad's one of my Mother's deputies and his Mom is a nurse." She thought out loud. "I don't think they'd accept an animal attack if the body was buried."

Turning around, she met his eyes and instantly regretted it. Was he going to scoff at her for her attempts at keeping humans happy? Or would he just flat out laugh and protest that dumping the body would be the easier option?

"If you really want the trouble, love, I suggest leaving him somewhere where some innocent partygoer will find him and call the police. They'll cover it up with yet another animal attack , no doubt." He answered, as if he'd been expecting for her to find a reason to not go with the easy option and just bury the boy where nobody would find him.

At least that explained why he was just looking at the body instead of actually moving to deal with it quickly. She'd expected him not to help her, when he was actually just waiting for her to confirm what he thought she wanted him to do. A small part of her wondered if he'd been waiting for it from the very second he picked up the phone.

"I'll carry him back and leave him where some drunk nuisance member of today's youth will no doubt stumble upon him." He informed, lifting the body over his shoulder with ease. "You stay here. I won't be a second so don't even bother trying to move, love."

Before she could even protest, he'd flashed out of her sight. She was too young of a vampire for her senses to pick up just how far he'd gone, but she hoped he wouldn't have gone too far with the body. Deep down though, she knew he was much smarter than that. The guy was a thousand years old for God's sake, she had to give him some credit on the intelligence front.

Within seconds, she was jumping back in surprise as he reappeared in front of her with a smirk. "Done."

Even she could hear the high pitched scream echoing through the Falls.

Silently, she played with the ends of her cardigan, not wanting to face the reality of the night. Just a fight with Tyler was all it took ... She could have called him. She knew that. But she didn't want him to see her like that, because he was the one that put her there in the first place. It was wrong to blame him, but she couldn't help it. If he hadn't have been such an ass to her, then she wouldn't have been at that dumb party in the first place and her Junior Year biology partner wouldn't be on the way to the morgue.

If vampires could throw up, then she would be.

The car came to an stop, causing her to take a deep breath and look up. Her Mom wasn't on duty tonight, but the lights were out and her care gone. Which meant the Sheriff had been called to the crime scene that her vampire daughter was responsible for. Oh, the irony.

Lowering her eyes again, she nervously turned her head to look at him.

"Thank you. For coming." She mumbled, still fidgeting with her cardigan.

"Anytime, sweetheart."

Not knowing what else to say to him – because, really, what do you say to the guy who kills people then helps you cover up a death because you couldn't handle it? – she simple smiled and climbed out of the car.

Stepping onto her porch, she opened the door before stopping and turning back around to find him watching her. Feeling the heat rising to her cheeks under his intense gaze, she quickly turned back around and let herself into the house, abruptly closing the door behind her.

Hearing the car reversing out her driveway and down the street, she didn't let herself think before making her way into the bathroom. If her Mom came home to find her covered in blood, she wouldn't even need to ask questions. So she stripped herself of her clothes and climbed into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the blood that covered her porcelain skin.

All she could do was think, though. The fact that she'd killed an innocent person tonight, out of nothing but anger and bloodlust. It drove her insane that she'd let herself succumb to that. How was she supposed to look out for Stefan if she couldn't even control herself?

More importantly, how was she supposed to explain the fact that the person she'd found most reason in calling was Klaus?

It was in that moment that she decided that nobody could know. She could only hope that Klaus wouldn't feel the need to tell someone that she'd called him when she needed help. It would come as no surprise to her how much she could imagine him enjoying her needing him. It wouldn't happen again, though. Never.

With a sigh, she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Wrapping the towel around her, she made her way into her bedroom. She moved to grab the pyjamas she had placed on her bed that morning, but stopped, not needing to know who the note was from.

'Party ends in Animal Attack tragedy.'

Our little secret?

Relief washed over her, not questioning if she could trust him with that. She didn't know why she trusted him to do this for her, but she did. The hint of a smile tugged at her lips, as she folded the letter and placed it in her draw. Her mother noticing it in the trash can was not a risk Caroline was willing to take.

Once she had her pyjamas on, she climbed into bed and turned out the light. The guilt she felt was overwhelming, and she hated the fact that she was trusting Klaus so easily these days, but she couldn't help it. As of that moment, he was the only one who knew the truth and she truly did trust him to keep it that way.

Thank you for reading! I hope it wasn't too bad. Please let me know what you thought, good or bad. I may decide to continue if I get positive feedback, so I tried to end it so that I could leave it or continue. Thanks again!