Caroline quickly looked over to Klaus, both of them hurrying to pull their clothes back on. They'd spent the day in a joining hotel rooms, their significant others were coming earlier than they had anticipated, and they had little time to prepare. And Camille was apparently the jealous type, and Stefan knew they had history, so Caroline couldn't be there at the same time as Klaus when she arrived.

Klaus looked over at Caroline, brought his belt back around him, the metal clanging together, and took a step towards Caroline, pulling her face towards him and they kissed hurriedly. Caroline was dressed all the way first, and turned to the door to be in her room, like normal. Stefan would be there in just a few minutes. She looked to Klaus again, who was watching her and buckling his belt.

"Is there going to be a day when we're not sneaking around anymore?" She asked, almost jokingly. Klaus smiled at her in understanding.

"I wish I could give you an answer, love. But I don't have one." He replied. She nodded with a soft look on her face. Klaus was dress all the way, and they quickly pushed away from their doors to kiss one more time, lingering and staring into each other's eyes for a moment. Then, they turned to their doors and went into their respective rooms.

Camille stood outside the hotel room, trying to figure out the key card that was given to her by the front desk. Klaus heard her motions and opened the door. She greeted him with a smile, ad stepped in. He kissed her cheek and they embraced. While he held her in his arms, he noticed her skin. It glowed in the hotel's light, making her look unreal. He closed his eyes.

"I missed you, Klaus." Camille said, holding him tighter.

"So did I." he replied in a low voice.

"I missed you" She whispered and pulled away, looking in his eyes tenderly.

"As I you." he promised with a smile when she pressed against him for a kiss. Klaus closed his eyes with her and breathed in the kiss. She tasted sweet, and sour. He took her tighter against him and his hands went up to her neck, her arms were pushed up as she grabbed the back of his head. Klaus carried her to the opposite wall and they continued kissing, the kisses becoming more hurried, deeper, and more passionate. He ripped open her shirt like their first time. She ripped his shirt open as well. He pulled away and started laughing.

"What?" She asked

"How am I going to leave this bloody hotel if I have to walk out shirtless?" He asked in return. She shrugged

"We can figure that out later." She replied sweetly. He smiled at her and she kissed him again. He pulled her closer to him again and went like this, until two hours had gone by.

They were both naked.

All they did was kiss.

That was a year ago, on the anniversary. When he promised he'd wait.

There were more things that she did with other guys that weren't as personal as those kisses.

The door opened and Stefan smiled at her, she smiled back and he dropped his things on the bed, then he kissed her lightly, in routine.

"How was the night here?" He asked.

"It was good. A little hard to concentrate on sleep when there's a couple going at it in the next room, but." She replied

"Klaus's room?" Stefan asked.

"No, the room on the other side." Caroline replied, she thought, too quickly. But Stefan didn't notice, and starting moving around the room.

"You know, I was thinking, that after Klaus and Camille left…we could stay another few days." He said and caught her eye, she automatically started smiling. "Just the two of us, no TV, put a sock on the door…" she started laughing and Stefan smiled. She nodded.

"Okay." She replied. He grinned.

"Okay?" He asked.

"Okay." She laughed, and wrapped her arms around his neck as he neared her, and they kissed.

Klaus looked toward the door Caroline had left through, feeling wounded even with a smart, beautiful blonde holding onto him.

"Klaus? What, what's wrong?" Camille asked, watching him. He turned back to her.

"There's nothing wrong, love." He said and she studied him for a minute. Then she became convinced.

"So, where's the scotch?" Camille asked, going past him. He smiled and turned around soon as he heard clinking glasses.

"Under the television." He replied. Camille turned her back and he heard her pour scotch into the glasses, while he stared at the wall again. Caroline and Stefan were giggling and kissing. It turned his stomach. He gulped down the bile in his throat as Camille came toward him with a glass, which he sipped, cherishing the burn in his mouth. It quelled the urge to lose it.

He didn't know why he was losing it anyway. Camille was his light, his beauty. The reward for battling his demons for so many centuries. She had given him the strength to forgive and forget, more times than he could remember. Because of her, many of his enemies had fallen into his past. Not one that had persevered in destroying him had succeeded. Because of her.

And yet. The worst battle he could've ever fought had been without Camille. It'd been with Caroline. For, Caroline. If he hadn't listened to her that night, the whole world would've gone up in smoke. Ever vampire that he, and his siblings, had ever created would've been turned to dust. That was just not possible.

Caroline had made him see the light the first time he ever looked on her. She'd asked him to show mercy, kindness and forgiveness. She saved so many lives from him when he visited her home, all of the people that she loved, and the people her friends loved. No matter how he himself had chosen to see it, she was protecting the people she loved, and if he had been in her position he'd have done exactly the same thing. He would've killed all of those witches. He would've asked for a compromise to save his beloved. He would've ripped the world apart to find the people trapped with his enemies, in order for them not to die because of him.

Camille searched his eyes and saw lust right then. She stared at his mouth and went for it. She kissed him, full on, and he held her to regain his balance. He kissed her back and his mind erupted. He knew she could've see what he saw, but he held onto the vision even so.

He blinked again, as he gazed at the town from a distance. He technically wasn't in Mystic Falls, and he had no pressing responsibilities in his own home. Yet, he felt drawn here, anytime he could spare a thought to nothing. His mind always went to Caroline.

The blinking lights of the town were going out, one by one, and he started to back up, knowing Caroline would be asleep as well soon. But with a start he froze. There was a scream. One he'd heard before that had almost escaped her mouth but he covered it, gentle enough for her to know he would've hurt her. He sped towards the sound, in the forest. And heard cracking branches, a pursuit of one person. She wasn't using her vampire speed.

He appeared before her, several yards ahead. Her blonde hair was in quite a disarray, she looked like she'd gotten into a bit of trouble. Her face showed him she was thankful he'd happened to be there.

"Klaus" She breathed. Then she fell. Onto the ground, in a heap. He stood over her body and realized what it was that kept her from using her vampire ability. She'd been poisoned with werewolf venom.