A little intro chapter. Before we get into the good Klaroline stuff :)

"Come with me, Care."

Tyler put his hand on my cheek and leaned in to press our noses together. He wanted to run away. He'd just gotten his body back and wanted to "get the hell out of Mystic Falls before he loses any more of his freedom". It was tempting, but I couldn't. Elena - she needs me more than ever. I couldn't leave her. I wouldn't even consider it.

"Tyler," I paused for a brief moment, worried that I'd upset him, "I can't leave. Neither can you! Elena needs us. We need to get her through this."

"Elena has Stefan, and Damon. And Bonnie! She already has so many great people by her side," he put his hands on my shoulders. He was trying to reassure me. It wasn't working. "I know you want to be a good friend but, I can't stay here. I want you to come with me. I love you, Caroline."

"I love you too, Tyler." And I did - so much. I mean, a week ago, I would have been more than thrilled to flee with this man. There wasn't anyone else I would have wanted to run with, but things got messy so fast. Alaric is dead, Elena's a vampire, Bonnie spelled Klaus into Tyler's body to keep us all alive, and now who the hell knows where Klaus ran to. I couldn't leave. I had to stay and help pick up the pieces.

"So come with me. Please," Tyler was begging now. He started to run his fingers through my hair and then slid his hands down my arms. He was trying to seduce me to make my decision easier, locking his eyes onto mine.

There was a short period of silence before I finally said, "I'm sorry, Tyler. It's not an option."

He flared his nostrils before completely removing his hands from me. He nodded and pursed his lips like he was angry at me. He had no right to be. Mystic Falls may be a deadly, screwed up town but it's my home. It was Tyler's home too. I couldn't ask him to stay at this point. It would just make him feel worse.

"Tyler…" I kept my mouth open to continue but nothing else came out. I didn't know what else to say to him.

Tyler gave a half smile, looking at the ground. He shook his head, "Don't-," he looked back up at me, "I get it."

He put his hand back onto my cheek and pressed his lips against my forehead. "You take care of yourself, okay?"

And before I could say my goodbye, he was gone.

I would have felt worse if Tyler wasn't so predictable when it came to running away. There was always a purpose to it, and he always came back. I probably should have hurt a little more. The man I loved left town without me. My irrational, vampire emotions should have been all over the place, but I couldn't feel anything but annoyed.

I decided to drive to the Salvatore house to see how Elena was doing. Plus, I had already drank my last blood bag that morning and I desperately needed a drink. I could always steal one of theirs. I pulled into their long driveway and noticed Stefan standing on the porch; glass of whiskey in hand.

"Elena isn't here," Stefan yelled out as I slammed my car door shut.

I quickly walked towards the tall, bruting vampire, who was taking incessant sips of his Bourbon. "Where is she? How is she doing?"

Stefan shook his head and looked down at his glass. He swirled it around a few times before saying, "Not good."

He finished his drink with a big gulp and slammed his glass down onto the stone fence that surrounded the boarding house. "She went for a walk this morning and never came back. She's not answering her phone."

"Maybe she just needs some more time to herself. To adjust, you know?" I put my hand on his arm. I was upset for him. Elena never wanted this and now she's stuck with it.

In the midst of the silence, I let out, "Tyler left." Stefan stared at me with his big, sad eyes, as if he were saying sorry. "He couldn't take the craziness of Mystic Falls anymore, I suppose."

"He's had his freedom ripped out from under him too many times," Stefan assured me, "Take it from me. It's difficult to handle."

I nodded my head and gave Stefan a small smile.

"Well that seems to be your problem, mate," said a familiar voice.

Stefan quickly turned his head, only to get his whiskey glass smashed into his face. He fell to his knees in pain, allowing me to see the smirking culprit behind it. Klaus.

Seriously?