Author's Note: Hey guys. Okay so this is my first Klaroline Fic. I honestly don't know why it's taken me so long to write them. Klaroline is ultimately my favourite couple in TVD everything about them is just drama, lust and magic. It's amazing!

So I warn you this is a definite spoiler alert, cause this is basically just a recount of a Klaroline scene in the S04 EP13 But with my own special twist. This is where the story starts off and then you'll just have to follow their relationship as it evolves. Basically I think this story is going to be about Klaus making Caroline fall for him, but there will be a whole 'lotta' drama along the way, especially with Tyler V.S. Klaus moments.

But first off just read and enjoy. And don't forget to comment at the end :D I'd love to hear what you think!

Disclaimer: I don't own TVD in any way.

There was this foreign pain in his chest. Like something he'd never felt before. He'd been daggered, betrayed by family and friends alike yet the harsh ragged breathes the conquered his ears so that he could hear nothing else, made him want to rip his own heart out just to end the indescribable agony. Klaus didn't think he had ever felt such suffering before, not in his thousand years on this earth, and that was saying something. Why now?! Why me?! He thought bitterly not able to meet the eye of the girl those sharp breathes belonged to. Hearing her suffering was enough did he really have to look at her too? Klaus was at war with himself, his ego and pride battling against his heart. Why do I feel like this! She means nothing to me! He roared resisting the urge to slam his fist into the Gilberts coffee table.

"If you don't feed me your blood I'll die" her soft voice whispered to him from across the room, her tone laced with faint disdain. He felt his skin prickle as if she had whispered right in his ear, her warmth breath caressing his skin.

"Then you'll die, and Tyler will have learned his lesson the hard way" he responded bluntly, fighting to keep the emotion from his voice. He still couldn't meet her gaze knowing the hate he would find radiating within them. His unresponsiveness did nothing to deter the torture she inflicted on him with her words.

"How could you do this to him, to his mum, to me . . ." she gasped struggling to breathe. He wanted nothing more than to go to her, to heal her, to let her live. But the 1000 year old vampire inside him, who had aged with bitterness with nothing but misery for company wanted everyone to suffer alongside him. Tyler would pay for destroying his hybrids, leaving Klaus once again without a family or anyone to love him.

"I'm a thousand years old call it boredom" his voice refusing to break. He had been through so much and survived, he was not going to let the death of one blonde girl be his undoing. But his conviction didn't stop her dry heaves from burning a hole in his chest.

"I don't believe you," she gasped.

"Fine, then maybe it's because I'm pure evil and I can't help myself" he offered bitterly, still standing as far away from her as he could be. Not sure what would happen if he were to take a step closer.

"No" her melodic voice chimed catching his attention "it's because your hurt" Klaus couldn't resist any longer. He turned and his eyes burned at the sight. The beautiful blonde girl, that was so maddening to him yet so brave and compassionate, a girl who had buried herself so deeply under his skin was now looking so sickly. Her skin a pale grey and her once bright eyes looking forlorn and sad. His Caroline, he hated how she made him feel like this. His piercing eyes turned to meet hers, challenging her to go on. She didn't back down though, one of the reasons he respected her so much "which means there is a part of you that is human"

He was furious with her, himself, the world! A bastard child, turned vampire, turned hybrid. Plagued by a father who wanted nothing more than to see his head on a spike, siblings that betrayed him at every turn when he wanted nothing more than to reunite them as one. Hasn't the world put him through enough! Why did he have to deal with her too! Why Caroline?! Why now?!

He moved over to her, his eyes never leaving hers. He could see the flicker of fear in her gaze but she never looked away despite his intimidating countenance. He sat down beside her, shaking his head in utter disbelief.

"How could you possibly think that?"

"Because I've seen it. Because I've caught myself wishing I could forget all the horrible things that you've done" she looked away tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.

"But you can't can you?" Klaus knew it, he didn't want to believe it but he knew. There was no hope that anyone like him could be loved. Beings like him didn't deserve love; he thought he'd made peace with that fact. But then he met Caroline and for a fleeting moment he felt what he could only describe as hope. How wrong he had been.

"I know that you're in love with me," she said softly, whispering what yet he himself could not admit. His jaw clenched with emotion at her words. His eyes could not be torn from her plump rosy lips as they continued to sound out each word. "and anybody . . . capable of love" she panted struggling to breathe, but continued none the less "is capable . . . of being saved"

"Your hallucinating" he murmured looking away, her words hitting him like a truck of vervain. His body shuddered and his eyebrows twitched as he tried to stay strong. He refused to let anyone see such a weakness in him. Though her voice, that sweet voice rang through his mind. Saved. She thought I could be saved.

"I guess I'll never know" she sighed deeply, her eyes flickering shut. Klaus watched in pure fear.

"Caroline!" he whispered urgently, watching as her body began to convulse. She thinks I can be saved. "Caroline!" he tried again this time with an undoubtable firmness in his voice. Her body quivered and shook, unable to handle the effects of the werewolf bite. She was fading. Drifting away from him. He couldn't let her. I'm not weak, I the strongest man on earth! I don't need anyone! He tried to tell himself but there was still that niggling little voice in the back of his head that at that moment spoke louder and clearer than any other personified emotion could I'm not ready to let her go.

He sighed angrily with himself as he knew what he was about to do. She's a weakness his pride reminded him as he reached for her body. He ignored the commanding voiceas he took her in his lap, holding her limp body to his chest, not daring to hesitate a moment longer to bite into his wrist and offer her the elixir to life he had flowing through his veins.

Please drink he thought hoping his pride and stupid emotion hadn't rendered him too late, pressing his open wrist to her mouth.

There was a second where time stood still and he was convinced she was dead, but then the feeling of sharp fangs piercing his skin send a shot of relief buzzing through his body. Thank god his body sagged a little with reprieve. Resting his chin on her head and stroking her soft blonde locks with his free hand he held close while she drank from him.

If his heart hadn't stopped beating 1000 years ago Klaus could have sworn his skipped a beat as her hands clutched his as if she weren't ever going to let go. The smooth skin of her fingers sending shivers down his spine.

Deep down he knew she was only reacting to the blood lust and not out of lust for him. But that didn't stop him from loving the way her body connected perfectly with his; like two puzzle pieces slotting together. A perfect fit. Klaus has always been a possessive person fuelled by greed. He wanted her, and he never wanted to stop feeling the way she made him feel. He didn't care what it took, she would love him and be his for eternity.

Caroline thanked the lords up above when the red elixir reached her lips. He hadn't given up on her. She swallowed desperately lapping up as much as she could to try and counter the effects of the bite. She felt a strange feeling buzz around in her stomach as he held her. His nimble fingers stroked her hair, pulling it away from her face as she fed. His warm breath tickled her neck as his lips gently touched her ear.

His voice was so soft she lapped more lustily at his blood worried she was still suffering from hallucinations. Did he really say what I think he said? She thought thinking there no possible way that her words had affected him so deeply. But she swore she did hear the words fly from his mouth.

Two words, with so much meaning.

Save me.

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Okay happy reading! Oh and if you haven't you should read the Klaroline fic Timeless! I loved it so much!

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