Klaus woke up right as the sun started to rise. Caroline had her arm draped over his chest, and he moved it as delicately as he could to get out of bed.

Our bed, he mused as a smile graced his face. He showered and dressed, humming to himself the entire time.

It had been fifty years to the day. fifty years of bliss, and adventure, and perfection. And love. So much love. Fifty years since Caroline had agreed to marry Klaus.

Fifty years, and he still felt a little jolt of surprise everytime he awoke next to her. He kept feeling like it was a dream, a gloriously wonderful dream that he would one day wake up from and fall apart because of the ache in his heart. But he never did. Caroline loved him, she truly loved him. She had proved it time and time again.

Of course, she could never love him as much as he loved her, he was sure of that. Nobody could ever love anybody as much as he loved her. It was impossible.

He went back and kissed her forehead, inhaling the lovely scent of her. Her scent mixed with his, he thought with a wry smile. She always woke up smelling of him, he made sure of that.

And then he was in his car and speeding towards Paris.

The sound of a door closing woke her up.

Caroline sat up, whipping her head around looking for him.

"Nik?"

No answer.

She got out of bed, speeding around their house calling out his name.

"Klaus, where are you?"

Nothing.

She was alone.

A grin played at her lips. Klaus was gone, just as she knew he would be. He was off in Paris, no doubt, buying her yet another ridiculously expensive something or other like he did every year. She rolled her eyes. It was quite lovely to be showered with luxurious gifts all the time, and her girly side loved it. But sometimes she wished that Klaus could appeal to the simple side of her. She was still small-town Caroline, deep down inside.

She stretched out her muscles, loving how perfectly sore she was, and headed towards the kitchen for her morning blood bag.

Klaus was such a gentleman in day to day life. But in bed, he was an animal. He was half-werewolf, after all. Sex with Klaus was like nothing she had ever experienced. It was primal, a claiming of one another, rough and oh so sexy. She often woke up with bruises or scratches along her sides and hips. Every night was something different, and she loved it. The only time he wasn't like that was their first time. He was slow, and careful not to hurt her, loving and warm. And safe.

That was how she thought of him now. He was her safety. She knew that she would never come to harm's way again. Klaus protected her. From everything. He knew her better than she knew herself. And even against her yelling and pounding at his chest, he never let her do anything that he didn't approve of. He was still the big bad original and he still had his control-freak, murderous tendencies. And as much as Caroline hated to admit it, Klaus was always right. Whatever he did, he did it to keep her safe. She would most certainly have died a long time ago had it not been for him.

They had just gotten engaged back then, and he decided then and there that he would keep her as far away from Mystic Falls as he could once they were married. A year later, they moved to France, and Klaus bought them a lovely little place on the countryside. It was the first of many ostentatious purchases he made for her, but he thought nothing of it.

Caroline giggled to herself as she drank her blood, remembering the day they moved in.

"This is small?!"

It was a beautiful house, only slightly smaller than the one he built in Mystic Falls.

"Five bedrooms, four bathrooms, an indoor pool, only 100 acres of land around it. It's a shack, Caroline. But it's the best I could do since you said you wanted something small." He rolled his eyes. "You should have just let me build another house. I could do a lot better than this if you'd let me. In fact, I-"

She clapped her hand over his mouth. "Shut up. It's perfect."

He kissed the palm covering his mouth then held it in both of his hands. "Do you really like it, love?"

Caroline leaped at him, tackling him to the ground and kissing every inch of his face. "I." kiss. "Love." kiss. "You."

Klaus laughed and flipped them over so he was on top. He pressed his lips on her forehead, on both her cheeks, and finally on her lips. "As I love you, Caroline." He stood and offered his hand to help her up. She shook her head.

"I'm staying here."

He raised an eyebrow. "On the ground?"

"Yep. It's a nice day, don't you think?"

He looked up at the sun. "Well I suppose. Caroline, love, don't you want to see the inside of the hou-" His jaw dropped.

Caroline had silently discarded her shirt and bra when he looked up, leaving her breasts exposed to him. Both of their eyes darkened in desire, their fangs extending. Klaus pulled his shirt off over his head, and Caroline felt wetness pooling between her legs.

And then her face fell. Klaus had only taken off his shirt to put it on her. She was a little hurt. He had never rejected her. Her sexual advances were always welcomed, even in the most public of places. Why not here, right on the porch of their own home?

Their faces both looked normal again, and Klaus took her hands in his. "I still have a few things to show you, love. After that..." he trailed off as he slid his hands down her back and began tracing kisses down her neck, on her collar bone and back again. His hands found her ass and squeezed. Caroline let out a small moan and Klaus chuckled against her neck.

He suddenly swooped her up bridal style, and carried her into the house. She giggled and rested her head in the crook of his neck, taking in her new home.

It truly was beautiful. She saw a few famous artworks hanging on the walls of the foyer. and a few she didnt recognize. Caroline lifted her eyebrow at him.

"Don't worry, darling. They're replicas. I didn't think you would approve of me taking the originals from the Louvre."

He continued giving her a tour of their new place, pointing out details in each room he knew she would appreciate. Kitchen, living room, family room, Aimee's room, and the extra bedrooms. Finally, they got to their bedroom, located on the third floor of the house. Technically speaking, their bedroom was the third floor.

French double doors opened to reveal the most beautiful place she had ever seen. Pristine white walls with gold delicate crown molding. Lush white carpeting. A black four-post bed with a sheer black canopy sat right in the center, complete with a white duvet and gold decorative pillows. On the left wall was a built in window seat that over-looked stables, and Caroline saw four gorgeous horses, two black and two white, grazing near by. The master bathroom continued in the black, white and gold color scheme, as did the enormous walk-in closet.

Caroline jumped out of Klaus' arms and ran straight to the closet. She grinned from ear to ear. Her smile lessened slightly as she came to a realization.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? Don't you like it?" Klaus asked. If she didn't absolutely love every inch of the house, he would tear it down and build a new one, to her exact specifications.

"You already know I love it. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"How am I ever going to fill this closet?!"

Klaus laughed. It was his beautiful, true laugh that only came out around Caroline, and occasionally Rebekah.

"We're only an hour and a half away from Paris. You didn't honestly think I would make you live in a place without somewhere to shop did you?"

Caroline laughed and jumped at him, landing them both on their bed.

"You're beautiful, Caroline. But I really don't think that my shirt suits you."

She giggled again, finishing the last of her blood bag. Her life was perfect, she knew. She had an adoring husband, a wonderful daughter, she was eternally young, and rich. She had what every girl wanted. Her life was a fairy tale, and this ridiculously lavish house was her home.