Please read this before you begin. There won't be any A/Ns at the beginning in the future (because I personally don't like those), but I need everyone to read this one before they proceed.

First, this is a continuation of Can't Let You Be My Weakness and it's important that you read it before this because you will be clueless without it.

Second, this is not a fluffy Klaroline story. It will be semi-dark, not horror or anything, but blood may be spilled and characters may die.

Third, it's rated M for everything that M includes: strong language, sexual content (although not right now), violence etc.

Fourth, I am not a native English speaker although hopefully it doesn't show. Still, keep that in mind if you find any horrific mistakes :P

And that's all, I think!

Oh and disclaimer thing: I obviously don't own TVD otherwise a lot of things would have never happened or happened differently. Title credits and lyrics go to Chris Isaak.

Don't forget to tell me what you think!

"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you."

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Prologue

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He sat in a large chair, a glass of scotch in his hand. The fire behind him was the only source of light in the otherwise dark and windowless room and it warmed his face as he started at it. He swirled the hard beverage around the tumbler before downing it in one gulp. He could hear the footsteps approaching, a lazy smirk creeping onto his face as the heavy door opened and he could hear them halt behind him.

"Well, well, well." His smirk widened as he turned around, the warm fire now behind him. "Took you long enough."

*.*.*.*.*

"Another one, Miss Forbes?"
She raised her head, looking at the handsome bartender she got used to seeing for the past few months.

"Yes please. And I told you to call me Caroline, Dave." She smiled brightly at him, showing her perfectly-shaped white teeth. The guy, Dave, seemed dazzled for a moment before picking up a bottle and refilling her glass.

"You know, Caroline, you're quite the drinker" he said in a teasing manner. "Can't say I've seen a lot of young women such as yourself who are able to even sit straight after five of those, let alone engage in a conversation."

"Well I'm not like most young women" she said.

"That you aren't" he agreed before catching himself and looking down sheepishly.

She blushed at his flirtation and batted her perfect long lashes as she looked at him in that seductive way she knew always worked. "Dance with me Dave?"

The man all but jumped from around the bar at her request. "Yes, definitely."

The bar was a fairly secluded, uncrowded place. There were a couple of people occupying the booths and a few more playing darts. The music was humming in the background and she walked over to the old fashioned jukebox standing in the corner. She picked an exceptionally slow song and returned to the rather nervous looking guy. The song began and she placed her arms around his neck, pulling him close. She could feel his own hands on her hips and she started swaying slowly to the familiar tune. Their faces were inches from each other, his breath tickling her skin. She could hear and feel his blood pumping fast through his veins as she slid her hands over his neck, bringing his face closer to hers. Brushing her nose lightly against his, she whispered "Do you want to go outside?"

He nodded immediately before taking her hand and leading her through the back door.

As soon as they were out in the alley behind the bar, she had him pressed against the brick wall and was kissing his neck hungrily. Her lips skimmed over his jaw and back, before sucking on his pulse point. "Don't scream" she said, her eyes fixed on his as the veins beneath them slowly appeared on her face. She plunged her fangs into just that right spot on his neck and moaned in appreciation as the warm liquid filled her mouth. He tried to push her away, but she was too strong for him. After a while he stopped struggling and she had to remind herself to stop. Feeling his pulse slow down to a critical point she moved away, licking the remains of his blood from the corners her lips. She bit into her wrist before bringing it to his mouth and forcing him to drink. After she made sure his wound had healed, she fixed his gaze and instructed in a monotonous voice "You are going to head home because you're feeling a bit ill. Forget everything that happened here; you simply walked me out and I left. And clean that up before anyone sees you" she motioned to his bloody neck. He strutted back into the bar and she watched him go inside before turning around, walking down the dark alley and disappearing into the night.

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Chapter 1
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Present time

It's been four days. Four days in the city for lovers, yet she was all alone.
After she was done crying and she suppressed all of the killing urges, she went out. She saw the city and, of course, she shopped. She ate in fancy restaurants and drank coffee in cute cafés. It was difficult at first, not knowing the language, but she managed. If you put aside the little part where she was forced to leave her entire known world behind, life was good! she thought sarcastically. At least it was.

There's this tiny problem with being a vampire: you have to feed to survive. And no amount of delicious meals in fancy restaurants was going to help her. She needed blood. Human blood, preferably. While she did try the bunny diet with Stefan, she just couldn't stomach it. And she was good with human blood, she was strong and in control and she never once got high on it like Stefan did. She drank strictly from the blood bags though. She wasn't that strong and her conscience just couldn't handle another dead human on her hands or hurting innocent people at all.

The problem was, Mystic Falls is a small city, there is one small hospital and stealing blood bags was easy. If only she ever stole one herself. The Salvatores had enough in their basement for all of them and when it ran out, the gentlemen did it themselves. Which was a stupid thing to do, because now she knew nothing about breaking into hospitals, and even if she did, Paris was one big city; she didn't even know how many hospitals were there and where, she didn't know where the blood bags were kept, she didn't speak the language to be able to find out, she didn't even know if compulsion worked in another language! So she avoided feeding altogether, drowning her thirst in alcohol. It helped a bit at first, but after a while, no amount of alcohol was going to actually satisfy it and she needed to feed. Fast. So she did what any reasonable vampire would do; she ran 20 miles to the nearest country side and fed on a bunny. A bunny! She kept her tears at bay, because killing bunnies wasn't any less bad and it still made her feel like crap. Also, they were really, really tiny and didn't have nearly enough blood in them to feed a starving vampire who also happened to have ran 20 miles like an idiot, using all of her remaining energy. She would've hunted for another small animal, but it seemed as if they knew something was up and they ran for their lives, leaving the small forest deadly quiet.

And then she heard it.

Dum du dum du dum du dum.

A human heartbeat.

It's like every nerve in her body responded to it and she was flashing through the woods before she even knew what was happening. A girl, not much younger than herself, was trekking on the muddy path nearby. She forced herself to take deep breaths, to calm down, but she had been without blood for too long; her skin was pale white and her gums hurt like hell. She was going to have to do this, she realised. One small bite to satisfy the cravings, heal her, compel her and she'll be on her way. She got this, she's strong and in control. Except her face was already transforming, her fangs emerged and the veins beneath her eyes crept down her cheeks. One small bite, Caroline. One small bite.

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She killed her.

One small bite was not enough. She wanted more, her whole being wanted more. So she took more and more and even when she heard the once strong heartbeat become faint and weak, she didn't stop. She kept going until there was no more blood and no more heartbeat.

As the girl's lifeless body dropped to dirt, Caroline dropped with her, cradling the girl's cold head in her lap. Tears were streaming down her face as she gently stroked the grey skin on her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" she whispered.

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He could instantly feel the sudden change in the air. It felt less..suffocating. Standing up slowly, he approached the invisible barrier, lifting his hand and sliding it through the air along, but not quite touching, the ghostly wall. He couldn't feel the peculiar buzzing of energy anymore; it was as if there was nothing there. But he knew it couldn't be, the moon still hung high and strong in the midnight sky, its fullness only barely concaving; yet when he made another slow step and moved his hand just slightly forward – it went through. Letting out a deep breath he didn't even realise he was holding, he made another slow step and another, until the Gilbert living room was very much behind him. Then, in a flash, he was gone.

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Tyler sat on his large couch, in his large living room, in his large mansion – all alone. Three empty bottles of whisky rested on the floor beside him and he was half way through the fourth one. To say he was hammered would be an understatement. He, however, welcomed the buzzing in his head with open hands. At least the sound it made wasn't bothering him, unlike the echoes of his footsteps that followed him as he went through the empty house.

Gone. They were all gone. His dad. Mason. His mum. His pack. Caroline. The part of his brain that suspected her death has been muted for a while now. After all, how surprising it really was that another person he cared about died and left him to cope with the aftermath. But there was no one left now. No one to help him get through it, not even Hayley, who he couldn't even look at right now, yet who used to be his close friend. But she too disappeared. She might as well be dead; Klaus is surely going to find her. Just like he was going to find him.

It's said that the mere thought, summons the devil himself. Tyler shuddered and finished the bottle before tossing it towards the fireplace. It barely reached it with his drunken strength. He should know, the stories and myths aren't just stories to cure the boredom and there's always some truth in them.

And surely enough, his numb senses soon caught the dark chuckle behind him, making him jump from the couch before tripping on his own feet and falling to the ground. He looked up, catching those icy eyes emerging from the shadow in the back of the room.

"Looks like you're the pathetic one now, mate."

"Go on, get on with it. Kill me. My head is hurting enough already without your voice annoying it further." Tyler knew words were all he had as he lay embarrassingly on the floor, his own hands struggling to hold him up, so he planned to defy him with them as much as he could. He will not give him the satisfaction of seeing him beg. He will not be his little bitch ever again.

"For such a big boy, you sure can't hold your liquor." Klaus laughed at him before sitting on the couch Tyler previously occupied and bringing his feet on the coffee table in front of it.

Tyler said nothing, but continued to glare at him.

Klaus' eyes looked around the room amusingly until he spotted a photo frame beside him. Those bright blue eyes stared at him from a piece of paper like they never did in reality, full of joy and genuine happiness. He picked it up, looking at the captivating smile that beamed at someone who wasn't him. Her golden curls sparkled in the sunshine as she sat in grass, not a single worry on her beautiful face. The amused smile long gone from his own face, he continued to look at the girl who could neither be his nor could he bear to have her anywhere but by his side. She was a weakness, a liability. She would take him down, be his demise, and she wasn't even his to begin with.

Tyler seemed to notice him take the photo and immediately struggled to get up. "Don't touch that" he snarled, finally getting up to his wobbly feet and attempting to take the frame from Klaus' hands.

"Ooh, touchy" Klaus laughed, the evil grin back on his face, as he easily moved the object away from Tyler's reach. "I'm assuming you're not over her yet" he added, fully enjoying Tyler's pained face.

"Put it down or I swear I'll –"

"You'll what Tyler?" he asked. He got up from the couch and walked to the swaying hybrid, coming face to face with him. "You're in no position to make any threats." he told him darkly. "Honestly, you are pathetic. Look at you, can't even drink like a man" he chuckled before adding with a serious face "A boy would never have been enough for her and you know it; in fact you should be thankful she'll never live to realise that and..what was the word you young lot use these days?" he pretended to think for a moment before comically putting an 'aha!' face. "Oh that's right, she'd dump you" he finished, grinning like a child on Christmas day at the look on Tyler's face. The latter snarled and raised a fist, ready to jam it into Klaus' jaw, but he was no match for him and soon he found himself pressed against a wall, his feet barely touching the floor as Klaus' hand held his neck in a deathly grip.

"That was a mistake" the original hybrid growled as he shoved his other hand in Tyler's chest, squeezing his heart.

He wanted so badly just to rip it out and be done with it, but those damn words rang in his ears and he just couldn't shake them off.

"You can't kill Tyler" she whispered as she reached the doorway, ready to leave; to disappear.

"Not only can I, I have to. I have a reputation to uphold. Moreover, I want to" he replied coolly.

"I'm not asking you to forgive him. All I'm asking is that you let him live, please."

"So he gets to live a happy life after he turned all my hybrids against me, after he tried to kill me, after he made it his life's mission to find the cure so he could use it against me" he snarled.

"You took everything from him. Now you're taking me away. He will hardly live a happy life, but I need him to live, please. If you do care for me at all, do this for me. Show him the mercy that I may show you in the future, should our paths ever cross again" she begged quietly. She had no doubt they would meet again, a year or a century from now. She knew he would find her. She looked him pleadingly in the eyes one last time before turning around and quickly leaving the house without waiting to hear his reply.

Damn her.

Even when miles away, she still manages to invade his thoughts.

Sighing inwardly, he looked at Tyler who had turned a dark shade of blue; between the choking and the squeezing of his life organ, he was barely staying alive.

Muttering angrily to himself, he squeezed that damn heart just a fraction more, making Tyler yelp loudly, before removing his hand from his chest. His other arm, however, still remained around his neck as his moved in closer. "You're lucky I enjoy a good hunt" he hissed dangerously. "Consider this me giving you a head start before catching you and tearing you apart. And next time, at least try to put up a fight; you're killing all of my fun" he added boringly before releasing his neck.

Tyler's eyes widened as he stared at him in bewilderment. "You're letting me go? Just like that?" he asked sceptically.

"You're tempting fate Tyler" Klaus glowered, pure rage on his face. "Now get out of my sight before I skin you alive."

Damn her.

Tyler wasted no time and was gone in an instant.

Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!

He picked up the empty bottles and launched them at the glass door on the other side of the room, shattering them all to pieces. The coffee table was next, whose fate was similar as it got slammed to the wall, destroying the antique vases on a small cabinet bellow along with itself. His arms shook with anger as he continued to destroy ever piece of furniture in the Lockwood living room.

This was test number one. Simply kill the boy. He'd done it more times than he can even remember; they were mostly irrelevant faces, simply in the wrong time at the wrong place; they did nothing more than look at him wrongly or said something they shouldn't have. Or sometimes, they were very much important and significant kills; he was glad the memory of Mikael's burning body was still safely carved in his brain. The point was he had no problem ending a life, whether it was for feeding, pleasure, revenge or pure boredom, he killed and he enjoyed it. Yet when he's supposed to kill a pup, with more reasons than anyone to have his heart ripped out, he backed down. He fucking backed down because of her.

This was test number one and he failed it.

He continued to trash the room, screaming with rage and breaking both the furniture and the skin of his hands until there was no whole piece left.

Apart from one.

He picked up the photo frame beneath the crumbled pieces and wiped the dust off the glass protecting the photo.

"What have you done to me?" he asked the motionless girl in a whisper.

With shaky fingers he opened the back and removed the photo from inside. He tossed the frame in the cold fireplace, not once wincing throughout his tantrum as yet another object shattered to pieces. His mind joined it as all reason fell apart and he folded the photo in half and placed it inside his jacket. He walked out of the broken room feeling quite broken himself.

Please tell me what you're thinking cause I'm kinda freaking out here.