Chapter 2 : Four Types of Mayonnaise

Caroline eventually found the inner strength to pick herself up off the forest floor.

As it was still daylight, she decided to flash straight home. If any locals were to spot the animal blood on her clothes, or indeed her particularly bedraggled appearance, they would definitely know something was up.

The curious thing was that it was less the blood and more her hair. It was practically custom in this town to walk around covered in blood. However, seeing Caroline Forbes with leaves in her hair would most likely unleash a wave of suspicion. Not the blood, the hair.

So she flashed home, only to find her mother's car in the drive… Juuuust Great!

So, Caroline had to creep round the back and up the wall of her own house to climb into her own bedroom window without getting caught. God forbid she did get caught though, he mother would have a fit if she saw her like this, less about the fact that she looked like hell with red puffy eyes that gave away that she had been sobbing her head off and more about the fact that she had blood on her clothes. Her mum was still a little skittish about the fact that her daughter was a vampire, and tended to try and ignore it, skirting round conversational topics, fleeing the room whilst Caroline was sipping from a blood bag like it was a juice box.

After jumping in the shower and another sobbing fit, Caroline pulled on her slobs, and went downstairs to raid the fridge, only to find her mother about to leave again for work, grabbing her keys and gun, like any normal mother would on a morning. She turned to see Caroline descending the stairs, with one of those 'I need you to do something for me and you don't really have a choice in the matter' smiles on her face.

"Caroline sweetie…" her mum called.

She definitely wanted something from her; she only ever called her sweetie when she wanted something from her.

"Would you mind popping down to the shops to get some bread and milk?"

Sometimes, Caroline astonished herself with her skills of prediction.

"Well yes, I would to be honest" Caroline was way too busy drowning herself in self-pity and tears to do anything productive. It was less about being lazy (which, to be fair, was usually the case) and more about being so emotionally broken inside that she couldn't function. (Wow, Care, dramatic much?)

"Thanks sweetie, there's a list on the kitchen bench"

What part of, 'yes, I would mind' did her mother not understand?!

"Bye sweetie!" Liz said as she shut the door with a slam without letting Caroline so much as sigh in frustration, let alone protest.

Brilliant, just brilliant.

Caroline turned on her heel to go back to her room to get changed again, and do her hair and make-up, because post-break-up drama or not, she was Caroline Forbes, the reigning Miss Mystic Falls, and there was no way she would be caught dead without even a scrap of make-up on when she was in public.

Deciding that it would be far too much effort to dig out her car keys and drive to the local supermarket, she just flashed there. It was quicker anyway.

After getting the items on the list her mother gave her - some of them ludicrous, I mean, who needs four different types of mayonnaise at any one time? – and some of her own additions, because those seven tubs of ben and jerry's were just far too tempting, and she actually legitimately needed five boxes of tissues, and, okay, maybe she didn't need the five different chick flicks and the Taylor Swift CD, but, they were on offer! Really, there was absolutely nothing wrong with buying them, she was fine!"

And she was in denial.

And she was also far too lazy right now to flash home with 8 carrier bags, so she thought it would be a good idea to walk home at a normal, human pace.

Caroline was Stupid. Bad Caroline.

Because who else would she run into on her way home, but Mr Original- I'm so attractive and don't I know it – Hybrid. Yay…

She was walking through the centre of town when she ran into him, literally, into him. She wasn't really looking at where she was going, and the next thing she knew, BAM! Face full of Klaus chest. But she didn't know that it was Klaus chest she had had the pleasure of running into, so she was mumbling apologies at the floor before she heard a throaty chuckle that could only belong to Klaus, and looked up to find him grinning down at her.

She jumped back ten feet. Literally.

Which naturally, made Klaus laugh at her even more. She was already a deep shade of beetroot, and didn't think it was possible to go even redder. Apparently it was. Thank you Universe!

"Well, hello love."

"Urghh, not in the mood, Klaus."

"Alright love, calm down, If anything you're the one at fault. You have just thrown yourself at me!"

"No, you purposely orchestrated this so that I would walk into you."

"Really, Caroline? Is that really what happened?"

"Yes!"

"I would say different, I would say that YOU were the one who purposely walked into me, and I was an innocent victim."

Caroline winced at his choice of words, reminding her of their, ahem, encounter in the woods. And that was as far as she was going with that train of thought.

"Sorry, I'm just… never mind, I'd like to go home now, so if you'd excuse me please…" she said quietly as she tried to edge past Klaus. She really could not cope with Klaus right now, not so soon after her break up with Tyler, which he had caused! Okay, maybe that was just a bit harsh, he had been the voice Caroline had heard about Tyler's cheating from, but he wasn't the one who had cheated on her. Then again, had he not told her, she and Tyler would still be together. So in a way, it was his fault! She bet he knew she was listening, he had to have known, the bastard. But had she not found out, she would have still been with Tyler, and he still would have been cheating on her, the only difference was she wouldn't have known about it, and their relationship would have been a lie. So in a way, she supposed, she was grateful to Klaus for telling her.

"I'm sorry love, I didn't mean to strike a nerve…" he said, his voice more serious and concerned compared with the joking tone he had used earlier "Are you okay Caroline? You don't seem your usual cheerful self, and one has to question the sanity of somebody who has… Five, Six, Seven! tubs of ice cream in their shopping bag."

"No Klaus, I'm not okay."

"Right, I'm assuming from the clues that you've met Hayley."

"Yes, I've met Hayley." Caroline said in a quiet voice, she really didn't want to be having this conversation right now, especially not with Klaus "Now, If you'll excuse me, I have a date with seven tubs of Ben and Jerry's and some really depressing films" she said.

"Of course" he said, stepping aside for her to pass.

"Thanks" Caroline mumbled as she rather awkwardly began to carry on down the street.

"Oh, and Caroline," she heard him calling after her. She tried to carry on and ignore him but then heard him say "Just so you know, if Tyler were still sired to me he never would have hurt you" she turned to look at him "I never would have let him" he said softly, before turning away and walking down the street in the opposite direction.


Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Word of warning, I'm not very good at updating! I will try to make it once a week, perhaps even two per weekend, but don't get your hopes up!

And this story is going to go realistically slowly, but there will be Klaroline!

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