A/N: Drabble, drabble, drabble…The words flew endlessly. I couldn't help myself ;)


"You captivated me, something about you has got me; I was lonely now you make me feel alive"


"Go away." Caroline sighed, holding her drink tightly as she swirled it easily; the perfect combination of vodka and cranberry juice. She heard his egotistical footsteps walking her way the instant he entered the bar. These days, he reminded her of a puppy. He followed her everywhere.

It was getting annoying.

Klaus smiled, impressed by the fact that she knew it was him; he slid into the bar stool next to her, "Oh, come now love…aren't you in dire need of some quality company?"

Caroline pursed her lips together as she continued flicking her wrist in circles, the liquid approaching closely to the brim of the glass.

"Quality would be the keyword in that sentence."

Klaus ordered a beer as the bar tender came to their side of the bar, "Add her to my tab." He said easily, gesturing towards Caroline while he held the neck of his beer bottle and took a drink.

"Oh, her drinks are free tonight." The bar tender said without hesitation. Klaus looked at Caroline, amused, "Are they now?"

Caroline quickly brought her glass to her lips and swallowed a large gulp.

"Rough day, sweetheart?" He asked condescendingly, taking another swig of beer, "Or are you perhaps a closet alcoholic?"

Caroline snorted, "Please. I'm not in the closet about my alcoholism…"

Klaus laughed, "So you had a bad day then?" He placed his beer on a coaster, "Tell me about it."

Caroline frowned and turned to face him, for the first time since he'd arrived at her side. He rested his head against his fist while his elbow sat on top of the bar; like he might actually care.

She was torn. Yes, she hated him.

But she also had a shitty day, and kind of wanted to vent.

Caroline exhaled, accepting defeat in the matter, "I don't even know where to start." She admitted, glancing down at the granite bar top, noting how the flecks of red and gold complimented each other.

Klaus grinned, "Start by refilling that glass." He signaled the bar tender who hurried over, "A round of shots please."

"Oh, no, no, no." Caroline shook her head furiously, "I'm not taking shots with you." She turned to the bar tender, "Don't get those." She said, her pupils dilating and then returning to their perfect ovals.

Klaus smirked, "You're getting awfully cocky with the compelling."

Caroline had the bar tender refill her glass; she waited for him to walk away, "Yeah? So? You do it all the time." She tapped her fingernails impatiently against the bar, "And it's not like it hurts them." She wasn't sure why she felt like she had to defend her reasoning; it was harmless.

The bar tender returned with another glass for Caroline, "Can I get you guys anything else?" He asked politely, looking between Klaus and Caroline.

"No."

"Yes."

Caroline looked annoyed at Klaus, trying to restrain her temper.

"Those shots," Klaus said to the bar tender, consuming his eyes with his, "Go get them."

The bar tender walked away in a stupor.

Caroline scoffed, "Seriously? I said I didn't want them." She spat, clunking her glass onto the bar.

Klaus shrugged, "I feel you'll change your mind."

She bore daggers specifically into the side of his face. "If I could compel you right now-"

"You'd make me do what?"

"GO AWAY." She exclaimed, standing from her seat abruptly, "Actually, no, forget it, I'll leave." She pulled her purse onto her shoulder and grabbed the jacket that was on the back of her chair. Caroline turned quickly to walk away but Klaus was in front of her instantly.

"Why are you always in such a hurry to get away from me?" Klaus asked her softly with humor, "You do a very good job pretending to hate me." He reached out and pulled a stray hair off of Caroline's shoulder; her jaw clenched as he did so.

Her eyes were locked into his for a moment; his ice blue orbs attempted to consume hers but she looked away sharply, "It's funny that you say pretend." Caroline accompanied her words with an eye roll as she pushed passed him; walking briskly to the exit.

Caroline had one, and only one, goal for the night: To get shit-faced. After the week she'd been having, she just wanted this one, single, night.

Tyler was being a distant asshole, Elena was, as always, torn between the love of Stefan and Damon; Bonnie, who was continually pissed at the vampirism of her other best friend, had become somewhat of a recluse, ignoring everyone's calls. Matt was slaving his life away at Mystic Grill; her mom threw herself into re-convincing the council that Rick was a psycho. And Klaus.

Of course, there was always Klaus. Standing in her way, physically and metaphorically.

Caroline pushed open the bar doors hastily; ramming it into someone as she stepped outside, "I'm so sorry!" She said quickly, turning to the person, who was hunched over slightly, extending her hand to them as a sort of apology.

The man recomposed himself instantly, "Quite alright love."

Caroline retracted her hand irritably, "Oh my god!" Frazzled, Caroline shook her head and turned away from him; Klaus reached out and grabbed her wrist, "Caroline-"

Caroline turned to face him, the scowl penetrated deep lines into her forehead, "What?"

Klaus laughed, "Who are you trying to convince here?"

Caroline shook her head, "What're you talking about-"

"I can see you slipping, sweetheart. Your games are going to catch up to you."

"Please. I'm not playing games." But even as she said it, Caroline felt a shiver run down her spine. It was electric, the energy she felt when she was around him. It made her completely crazy.

Although she wasn't sure if it was the good or bad kind.

Caroline ripped her hand away from him, "Well, if you're done being a creepy stalker, I'm going to go now…for real."

Klaus' eyes slowly fell over the tight lacy top she was wearing, down her skinny jeans and to the black heels she was wearing. His eyes flashed up to hers, he smiled devilishly, "You're not going anywhere."

Caroline's breath caught in her throat momentarily as Klaus knelt towards her, his lips hovered in the air just in front of hers. She could feel his warm breath against them as his hand lingered on her arm.

Caroline inhaled and her eyes reached his, "I'm, so…" She whispered, "Walking away from you." Caroline pulled back bravely, her eyes glittering blue and a confident smirk spread across her face.

Klaus bit his tongue as Caroline turned on her heel and walked away; not looking back at him once.

It was a powerful thing, walking away from something you kind of wanted.

Caroline fumbled for her keys inside of her purse; with a frustrated sigh as she approached her car, she sat her purse on the hood of the car and dug furiously for her keys. "They were seriously here a second ago…"

The light chime of metal clinking together made Caroline freeze.

She groaned silently and shut her eyes, "Give them back." She said flatly, not even turning around.

Klaus chuckled, "But that would be irresponsible of me, seeing as you've been drinking."

Caroline appeared calm and collected as she turned around, "Give me my keys." She repeated as she crossed her arms protectively over her chest, "Please." She clenched her jaw as the words somehow escaped.

Klaus clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, spinning the key ring around his pointer finger, "I can't do that Caroline, you know, the law…and all…"

Caroline lunged at him quickly, but Klaus was faster; he knelt against her car door easily, "Don't embarrass yourself, I'll drive you. Just get in the car-"

"I'm not getting in the car with you."

Klaus hit the unlock button on her key and opened the driver's side door, "Please?" He smiled sweetly, his dimples forming perfectly on his cheeks.

"I will not let you lure me into the car!" Caroline gave an exasperated sigh, "You'd seriously have to compel me to get me into the car with you."

A wicked smile spread across Klaus face. He was in front of Caroline in a heartbeat. Caroline opened her mouth and then closed it quickly, avoiding Klaus' eyes altogether.

"You wouldn't compel me."

"I feel as though that's some sort of challenge."

Caroline looked up at Klaus, her eyes widening in the sudden fear that fell through her, "You wouldn't." She repeated adamantly.

Klaus grinned as he reached up to Caroline's hair, "Oh, Caroline…"he smoothed a flyaway; tucking it neatly back behind her ear, "The things I'd compel you to do."

Caroline's mouth went dry as she watched Klaus carefully, his hands fell to the tips of her hair; he twisted them playfully between his fingers before dropping them all together.

"But what fun would that be?" He thought aloud, tearing his eyes back to hers.

Klaus stepped closer to Caroline, he knelt forward fluidly and his lips brushed against her ear. "I'd want you to remember everything." He murmured seductively, his warm breath dancing against Caroline's cheek.

Caroline felt the color rise on her face as her neck grew hot. It was all she could do to remember to breathe.

Klaus, satisfied with the effect his words had on her, stepped back and held her keys out to her.

Caroline snatched them from him without hesitation, brushing past him and sliding into her car.

"Goodnight, Caroline." Klaus's voice sang, the charm and politeness melted through his words.

"I'm still pissed at you." Caroline grumbled, not bothering to turn around. She slammed her car door shut and shoved the keys into the ignition; her car groaned to life.

Caroline quickly rolled her window down, feeling an inkling of brevity, "Also, stop following me."

Klaus laughed as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, leaning down towards her window, "Can't make any promises sweetheart."


A/N: I don't know why, but Caroline + alcohol + Klaus = Best thing in my life.

I might add more to this…I kind of loved writing this way too much.

Happy Friday Ya'll! I promise to update TMUMM this weekend!