She woke up.
She could feel the knives stabbed in her hands. She was strapped to a chair in the Mystic Falls prison. She called out for help so many times, but no one could hear her. The ropes she was tied with were soaked with vervain, and burned her skin. Her daylight ring was gone. There was a window above her which opened every few minutes and let sunlight burn her skin. She was desperate. Connor had trapped her here a few days (or weeks) ago and she has been there ever since. Whenever she woke up, she prayed for Tyler to come, or Damon, or Stefan, or... anyone. She just wanted to be free. She could feel her veins burning – she was starving. She could feel her body slowly shutting down. Whenever she felt like she could pass out, the window on the ceeling opened, and the sunlight burned her skin. It was like the night lasted five minutes, and the day lasted fifteen hours.
"Hello?" She called for help, but no one was coming. "Help me, please. Please."
Her throat was burning. Oh, she would brake this place apart if she wasn't this weak.
The night finally came. Now she can pass out...
...
The morning came quicker than usual. The sun fried her skin and woke her up. That was the first time she wished to be human again. At that moment, it seemed like humans were actually a lot stronger than vampires – vervain or sunlight wasn't affecting them at all, they didn't have to fight with cravings every minute of their life... But, that was the price for immortallity. She sighed shakily and tried to call for help, but voice wouldn't get out of her mouth. She couldn't even speak. Tears started rolling down her cheeks. She couldn't help herself. She hadn't cried that much for a long time. All she could think about was pain. The window opened again and the sunlight burned her skin. She screamed. She wished she could die – if she died, she wouldn't be in this much pain. She sighed shakily as she waited for the window to open again. She closed her eyes and lowered her head. She wasn't sleeping, she was just too weak to look.
Then, she felt a warm hand taking hers and putting her ring back on her finger. "Caroline?" She heard a voice call for her – a friendly, familliar voice. She looked up.
"Klaus?" she sighed and groaned in pain. "How did you...?"
"I noticed you weren't around. I tried to ask your friends if they saw you, but they were a bit... well... They weren't very helpful." He cupped her cheeks and looked at the daggers in her hands. "I have to get these out." He reached for one of them, but as soon as he touched it, Caroline yelped. "Hey." He cupped her cheeks again as she started sobbing. "I'm sorry." He grabbed both knives and quickly dragged them out of her hands. Caroline screamed in pain, still sobbing.
Klaus started to tie off the ropes, but when he touched it, the rope burned his hand. He quickly withdrew his hand and looked at it heal. Then, he started taking off the ropes, which were tied very tightly around Caroline. A few minutes later, he removed the ropes and threw them on the ground, groaning quietly.
"Can you walk?" He asked her. Caroline groaned again – clearly that meant "no". He picked her up in his arms and vamp-speeded outside.
...
When she woke up, she was in her room, in her bed. Klaus was sitting on a chair next to the bed. He was holding a big cup of blood. "Figured you might need this." He handed her the glass and smiled when saw how desperatly she was drinking the blood.
Caroline put down the cup and smiled kindly. "Thank you."
"Anytime, love."