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I was going through Liv's notes as I worked on her chapters for the Sire Bond and found a series of notes for a Klaroline story she had been meaning to write. Something within her notes inspired me to sit down and write this chapter. I hope you like it.

As for the Sire Bond, I do plan to finish it. I am just having a hard time editing her words. I don't want to change a thing, but she wasn't 100% when she was writing them, so they still need some work. I promise I'll get to it. I really will, but for now, I'll give you the next best thing...the story she wanted to tell for Klaroline. She did not write this, I did based on a series of notes I found last night regarding her idea...so I hope that I can do her ideas justice. Obviously, some of the things mentioned in this story had not happened while Liv was still with us...but I think she would have liked how the season ended up :)

Much Love, Erin

In this story, Caroline was never killed with Damon's blood in her system. So she is human and she has lived a normal human existence up to this point. Her relationship with Klaus is much the same as it has been on the show.


It had been a year since Klaus had last laid eyes on Caroline Forbes, the young human who had managed to bring out the scrap of humanity that he'd kept hidden so well. She made him want to be a better man, but since her disappearance...he'd been anything but. He'd fed his way across the country in search of her, his rage growing everytime she managed to escape and disappear without a trace once again.

Klaus had looked tirelessly for Caroline. He knew she would most likely never want to see him, but he couldn't stop until he found her. Until she looked into his eyes and told him that she didn't want him. He wasn't going to let her just run away without a goodbye, or at least he'd thought that was the plan, until everything changed.

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Klaus had all but given up when he returned to his estate in Mystic Falls. He'd managed to catch her scent on dozens of occasions, but she'd always been just beyond his reach. He was exhausted, and he was finally starting to think she really didn't want to be found. For the first time in his long existence, Klaus was on the verge of giving up.

The house was dark, but his eyes didn't need the light as he climbed the stairs and entered his bedroom. He wandered into his bathroom and let the water run into the bath. As the water warmed, Klaus sped down the stairs and poured himself a glass of his finest boubon. As he lifted the glass, he caught a sweet scent that put his body on high alert.

It was a scent he knew well, but this time it permeated his senses with a new potency. It was her. It had to be. He never even heard the glass as it shattered against the hard wood floor. He didn't hear the water as it spilled over the edge of the tub either. The only thing he heard was a faint heart beat and on single whispered plea, "Klaus."

He was frantic as he listened for the heart beat to call out to him again, but it didn't so he rushed to the door and flung it open so hard the hinges cried out under the strain. The pungent scent assaulted his sense instantly as his eyes flashed yellow and his fangs dropped, but they disappeared as quickly as they came when he saw her.

Laying across the steps outside of his door was a sight he'd been certain he'd never see again.

"After all this time, I was starting to think you didn't want to be found, love." Klaus said as he walked towards her.

He'd expected some sort of sassy retort, but she didn't even look in his direction. As he moved closer, her scent became stronger. Too strong. She was injured.

"Caroline?" Klaus said as he carefully touched her shoulder.

Again, no answer. If he'd had a heart beat, it would be pounding frantically in his chest right now.

"Please look at me, love." He whispered as he gently eased her onto her back.

His whole body tensed as he looked at her bruised and battered skin. Her eyes were empty as she stared back at him.

"Caroline?" He shouted as panic touched him for the first time he could recall in his long life.

It receeded only slightly when he heard her gasp a second later.

"It's okay Caroline. I've got you, love." He whispered as he carefully lifted her into his arms.

She whimpered softly as he stood up with her and walked into his house and sped up the stairs setting her on his bed. He quickly shut off the water he'd left running and grabbed a wash cloth dipping it in the warm soapy water that had been overflowing moments ago. He rung it out and carried it back into the bedroom.

Caroline was curled into herself on his bed looking thin and frail. It went completely against the confident, brazen young woman he'd known. He needed to help her.

"Caroline, let me clean you up. I can help you." He whispered as he reached for her only to have her flinch away from him.

"Please, love. I just need to see if there is anything that might require medical attention. Or, I can give you my blood." He whispered.

As the last words left his mouth, her eyes opened and stared up at him with recognition. He smiled, thankful that she wasn't recoiling from him anymore.

"Please love, let me take a look." Klaus said as he brushed her hair back.

Rage clawed back as he saw a three inch gash near her left temple surrounded by bruises in various stages of healing. She'd been beaten...on more than one occasion. That thought strengthened his resolve to assess her injuries carefully.

When she fought against him, Klaus looked into her eyes and said, "Caroline, you are going to let me look you over. I won't harm you. Please let me help you."

He watched as her eyes dialated and she gave a small nod. He hated having to compel her, and he knew she would be livid if she figured it out, but at the moment he couldn't bring himself to care. All he wanted was to see how badly she was injured so that he could do whatever was needed to fix her.

"That's it, love. I won't hurt you." He whispered as she leaned back on the bed enabling him to get a better look.

He took the damp cloth and wiped the blood and dirt from her face revealing countless bruises. He opted to move on to her arms in the hopes of containing the dark rage that was bubbling to the surface, but as he refocused his attention he noticed bite marks that marred her perfect skin. A vampire was responsible for her injuries.

Klaus pushed this new knowledge to the back of his mind as he wiped the dirt and grime from her skin when he came to the angry red marks that circled her wrists. She'd been held against her will and now he knew she hadn't disappeared on her own. She'd been taken.

"Caroline, would you like for me to call Bonnie or Elena? Perhaps you'd be more comfortable if they assessed your injuries from here?" He asked once he'd assessed everything he could see without removing her clothes.

"No! Please. I don't want them to see me like this." She said as a single tear slipped downher cheek.

Klaus caught the tear and said, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I can't take a chance with your injuries."

Caroline stared passed him as she winced and pulled her t-shirt from her body. Under different circumstances, Klaus may have had an entirely different reaction to seeing the expanse of flesh before him, but at the moment...all he saw was the deep purple bruise that cradled the left side of her rib cage and the gaping hole that fell in the center of it.

In an instant, Klaus tore open his own flesh and held it to Caroline's mouth. She pulled back, but he held firm as he ran his fingers through her hair and whispered, "Please Caroline. You need to drink."

A moment later, she began to pull greedily at his blood. Klaus watched the bruise slowly receed, but as soon as she stopped drinking it began to expand again.

He looked into her eyes as they started to drift closed before he whispered, "No, love. You have to stay with me. Open your eyes!"

He knew what was going to happen. He was certain that the damage had been too great as he watched the bruising bloom and spread across her abdomen moments before he felt her take her last breath, and now, she would be doomed to live the life of the beast she had abhorred. She would wake up, but she would wake a vampire.

Klaus was distraught. He knew that this was something he had selfishly wanted for her, but at the same time he had so enjoyed the vibrant and lively young woman he had come to love. Truth be told, he was uncertain of who she would be when she woke as a vampire. What's worse, he knew she would wake with a much clearer memory of what had happened to her, and that was the one thing he would never wish upon her. Whatever had happened, he knew it had been horrific and he vowed to find and dismemeber anyone who had a hand in harming her.

Klaus decided that he didn't want her to wake up to the dirt and grime covering her flesh, so he walked into the bathroom and cleaned up the water before running a new bath with some bath salts he'd recovered from Rebekah's room. Once the water had reached the perfect temperature, he carried Caroline into the bathroom and carefully removed the tattered remains of her clothing uncovering bites, burns and raised broken flesh.

His thoughts turned murderous as he ran his fingers over a particularly nasty lash that had broken her flesh.

"I'm so sorry, love. I'm so sorry." He whispered as he gently lowered her into the bath and worked to remove the dirt and filth that covered her.

Klaus had worked hard to keep his inpection clinical as he watched each wound close and heal. She would wake soon, and she would remember everything. Surely, she had been compelled to forget much of what had gone on, and he wished like hell that he could compel her to forget again, but he vowed to let her make that choice. He wouldn't force her to forget.

As the water began to cool, Klaus lifted her from the tub and dried her skin that had returned to the perfect porcelain skin he'd remembered. He dressed her in a pair of yoga pants and a tank he'd taken from his sister and laid her back in his bed as he made his way downstairs to get some tea, a glass of bourbon and some blood hoping that one of those would do the trick when she woke.

When he returned, Caroline was no longer lying in his bed, but crouched in the corner shuddering in fear.

"It's okay, love. You're safe." He whispered as he approached only to watch her curl tighter into herself.

"I won't hurt you." He whispered as he reached for her.

In an instant she turned and lunged at him teeth bared and sunk her teeth into his flesh. The instant his blood coated her tongue, she flew back against the wall and cried, "Klaus! What's happening to me? How did I get here?"

"I'm so sorry love. I tried to heal you. I tried." Klaus whispered.

"You tried, I don't understand." Caroline said as she looked at her skin expecting to see the various bites and bruises.

Confusion dawned on her pretty face as she looked at Klaus once more, and then she looked at the tray sitting on the other side of the room with several glasses. She felt herself salivating as she smelled the blood that was calling to her.

"No." She shouted. "No. I can't. You should have let me die!"

"I didn't know how bad your injuries were. I just wanted to help you heal."

"I'm like him now." She said. "He killed me, and now I'm going to be like him!"

"Who, love. Who did this to you?"

Klaus wanted to know, he was desperate to deliver his own brand of justice to the monster who dared to hurt his precious Caroline.

"He said you would know if I told you he's the King." She answered.

"The King of what?"

"New Orleans…" She said as she cried against his chest.

It took everything Klaus had not to crush her under his rage when he growled, "Marcel!"