One Heart with A Million Voices


A/N: Hey! After watching Thursday's episode, I just had the urge to write this fic. Hope you guys enjoy it! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own TVD.


Chapter 1: It's Not Supposed to Be This Way

It was disturbingly quiet at the Forbes residents. Sheriff Forbes was already asleep, and Caroline should be asleep too. But she couldn't. She couldn't seem to forget her argument a while ago with Tyler.

Caroline was sitting on her bed, the drawing in her hands. She rested her head on the headboard and looked at Klaus' drawing for what seemed like a thousandth time. The same drawing she and Tyler had argued about.

It was just a stupid drawing. Caroline thought.

It didn't mean anything. It can't mean anything. Klaus is incapable of real feelings. But Tyler didn't believe her. Sure, she kept the drawing but that doesn't mean anything. She told Tyler she didn't know why. And she didn't. It was probably just because she thought it was a nice drawing. Never in her entire life has anyone given her a breathtaking drawing. And now that someone has, it just so happens to be the Big Bad Hybrid threatening their lives. Just her luck!

She sighed and placed the drawing back on the table. She couldn't get some peace of mind if she just stared at it. And she definitely couldn't sleep thinking about it.

No, thinking about Tyler. She should be thinking about Tyler.

It's nothing to her. She just thinks it's a great drawing. Right?

Caroline groaned, and grabbed her purse and car keys. She needed a drink.


After leaving the Salvatore's boarding house, Klaus went straight to the Grill. Nothing makes him happier than a bottle of scotch. Plus, he's rather thirsty. Thirst that a simple bottle of scotch couldn't satisfy.

He was at a near end booth of the Grill, not really wanting to be noticed. He looked around, finding a new target. Silly humans. They're not aware that one of their lives would be over by the end of the night.

He spotted a brunette, chatting with her friends, laughing like there's no tomorrow. No. He needs someone alone.

He searched further and saw a blonde. No. He shook his head. Anything would be better than a blonde. He still needs to get his mind off a certain blonde vampire. She betrayed him. Just when he thought she had actually given him a chance, she betrayed him. She was there to distract him. Nothing more, nothing less. He let his guard down, and he wouldn't let that happen again.

He smiled mischievously as he saw his new target. A redhead by the bar, drowning herself with alcohol. Perfect.

He stood and approached her, with his scotch in hand. He stopped halfway when he heard a familiar sweet voice asking for more alcohol. He's head immediately snapped to her direction. He thought earlier that he was just imagining her voice, that it was just his mind playing tricks with him, but no. She's actually sitting by the far end of the bar.

It's quite obvious that she's already drunk. He stared at her intently, trying to figure out why she's sitting in a bar drinking late at night. He knows her hybrid boyfriend was back. Shouldn't she be happy instead of being drunk in the bar?

He heard from one of his hybrids that Tyler was away to break the sire bond. Stupid boy. He'll forever be sired to him, unless he doesn't want to anymore.

Maybe that's the reason, he thought. He couldn't break it, and she wasn't happy about it.

He quickly approached her. He told himself he would detach himself from Caroline but he couldn't help himself. He had seen her smile, laugh, full of life, angry, weak, and strong but he had never seen her drunk.

"Drowning your sorrows with alcohol, love?"

Her face fell instantly at the sound of his voice. She turned her head to look at him. "You suck!" she growled.

He smirked at her. "Still feisty as before, I see."

"Yeah, and you still suck!" she snapped.

He sat at the stool next to her, placing his glass on the table. "Mind telling me your problem?"

"Like telling you would actually help." She looked at her drink absentmindedly.

"Well, telling me would help more rather than looking at your drink all night."

She glared at him and drank all the alcohol in one big gulp. "Careful, love. That could leave you very tipsy. You might not remember in a matter of minutes."

"That's what I'm trying to do, if you still haven't noticed," she hissed.

He figured she'd never tell him what's bothering her so he went straight to his assumption. "What's the matter, love? Had a little fight with your hybrid boyfriend?"

Her face stiffens at the mention of Tyler. "Of course, you knew!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "You're always one step ahead of us."

"Know what?" he asked curiously. He's not what's bothering her, is he? But then again, he is the sociopath hybrid trying to kill her friends.

She took her glass, forgetting it was already empty. She looked at the glass skeptically, as though wondering where its contents went.

"What do I know, Caroline?" Klaus demanded, seeing as she's not giving him a response any time soon.

Caroline tore her eyes off the glass and looked at him weirdly. "You know what?" she repeated.

"What were you referring to, sweetheart? What did you think I know?" he tried one last time.

"Why are you asking me that? You're the one who knows! You're Klaus, the Big Bad Hybrid!"

He sighed, knowing he wouldn't get something out of her. "I think it's best if I take you home, love."

"Go home? Why? I like it here. We were bonding," she complained.

Klaus couldn't help but smirk at how childish and carefree she looks right now. She turned to look at her fingers instantly, realizing what she just said. "What're you doing here?" she asked coldly.

"I believe we were bonding, weren't we?"

She scoffed. "Bonding? Like I would ever bond with you!" she spat. "You of all people! The reason Tyler walked away from me!"

He's smirk faded. Of course, this was about Tyler! He was a fool to even think they were having a moment there. "You're making assumptions again, Caroline," he said. "I didn't ask him to leave you."

"Making Assumptions? Are you serious? Yes, you didn't ask him to leave, but you were the cause of it. And now that he's back, we just have to have a stupid argument about your stupid drawing!"

He's face hardens at what she said. He takes his drawings seriously. It's his passion. The only human thing left of him. And she dared to call it stupid. He wanted to just walk away, but due to his curiosity, he asked, "What about my stupid drawing?"

"Well, Tyler just happened to see it in my room. He started asking what happened while he was gone. Of course I told him nothing. It's the truth. But he didn't believe me, saying you have a thing for me. But it's nothing!" She placed her elbow on the table and waved it. "As far as I'm concerned, it was nothing."

She rested her cheek on her palm and stared blankly.

It was nothing to her. Everything that happened between them was nothing to her. He showed her a part of him that he never lets anyone see. And it was nothing to her. He should have known this was a bad idea. He knew love is a weakness. And yet, he's still sitting there, staring at the woman who couldn't care less.

"Why don't you just throw it away then? I certainly did. Burned them all, actually."

She stared at him but quickly looked back to her glass. "It was a beautiful drawing," she stated.

There was something in her face that he couldn't quite describe. Hurt. Was she hurt by what he said? No. She couldn't be. He must be imagining things again. After all, he was nothing to her.

She quickly grabbed the glass of scotch that Klaus hasn't touched ever since he sat down next to her. She gulped down some of its contents to her throat.

"Bleh," she said in distaste, sticking out her tongue.

Klaus couldn't help but laugh slightly at her reaction. This baby vampire just doesn't fail to amuse him.

She laughed along with him. "That was terrible," she complained. "How could you people drink that stuff?"

He laughed again. "You'll learn to like them in the future, Caroline."

"Yeah, I doubt that." She shook her head. "Anyway, I better go home." She stood from her seat.

Klaus drank the remaining scotch and grabbed her by the arm in a second.

He knew what he was about to do was wrong. It wasn't supposed to be this way. He wasn't supposed to be this way. But he couldn't resist. After all, she is drunk. Someone has to look out for her.

"I'll take you home."


Caroline wasn't sure what happened back at the Grill. She didn't know how it happened. It just did. Just a while ago, she was drinking alone by the bar, and now, she found herself sitting in Klaus' car.

She began to come back to her senses. One of the perks of being a vampire is that you don't get drunk easily. She just wanted to forget for a while. Even for just a few hours, she wanted to be carefree. She wanted her life back. She wanted a normal life. A life wherein her problems would be as simple as finding a dress for prom, or finding a guy that'll love her, or choosing a school for college. But she knew that life was far gone. Her life can't be normal anymore; not when you're a vampire, not when your best friend is a witch and the other is the doppelgänger, not when your boyfriend is a wolf-turned-hybrid, and not when the Original Hybrid tells you he fancies you.

"We're here, Caroline."

She looked at him and smiled. "Well, thanks for the ride."

She opened the door and in a flash, Klaus was standing in front of her, offering a hand. She took it, not bothering to think if it was the right thing to do or not.

She opened the front door quietly, not wanting her mother to wake up. Caroline thought that it would probably the best if she pretended she was still drunk. It would save her from the awkward situation they're in right now.

She laughed slightly. "Thanks again."

"Don't tell me you're still a little tipsy?"

She just laughed again, hoping she could skip the talking and go straight to bed.

"Well, I hope you're drunk enough to forget everything my hybrid did to you."

Great. He just has to mention Tyler! She was ready to call it a night and get some sleep. But he just has to ruin everything. She totally forgot about their argument until now.

"That's not really possible. I mean, how could I if the person he's sired to is standing right in front of me," she said. "But you wouldn't care, would you? You don't care about anyone but yourself! It must be great to get everything you want."

"Caroline, keep your voice down. You might wake your mother," he warned calmly.

Who cares? Did he really think she cared if she waked her mother up right now?

"You think you can manipulate me into believing that you like me? That's impossible. You don't know what love is! You wouldn't know how to love. You daggered your family and stored them in coffins for crying out loud! If it wasn't for Damon, they would probably still be there, waiting to rot!"

That was enough to make him snap. He pinned Caroline to the wall, a hand on her throat.

"Keep your mouth shut, Caroline," he said in a deep, husky voice. "Don't think that just because I was nice to you means I couldn't rip your heart out in mere seconds." He looked at her icily, eyes full of anger. An evil smile suddenly crept to his face. "Didn't think I forgotten how you betrayed me, did you, love?"

"Let me go," she managed to choke out.

Klaus looked at her for a minute and fled, slamming the door shut.

Caroline dropped on the floor. She gently rubbed her throat, catching her breath.

That sure wasn't how she planned to end the night.


A/N: So, what did you guys think? Updates may come a little late. Not sure, though.

Reviews are much appreciated. Thanks for reading! :)