Note: These are all scenes that ultimately did not make it into the story for various reasons, mostly because I felt that they weren't really well-written or necessary. But several reviewers have said that the original story was "missing" things and, reading back, I do agree. I wasn't sure how to re-write some of these scenes back in but I thought I should still share them with you because I loved them.

Deleted Scene 1 –after Matt kisses her-

Then suddenly there is a voice inside her head—Tyler's voice—scolding her. His anger seems to snap whatever part of her has shut down and she shoves Matt back, probably a little too forcefully. She doesn't even bother staying for an explanation, because frankly, she doesn't even want one. She just runs off and leaves him standing there with everyone whispering as she passes.

She shoves through the back doors of the school and nearly runs into something, or rather, someone. "Caroline?"

Her head snaps up. "Tyler?"

Hearing the distress in her voice, he drops his bag onto the floor and grips her shoulders, holding her at arm's length. "Is something wrong?"

"He kissed me! Matt kissed me!" she blurts out. Had the moment been any different (and she not quite so hysterical), she would have noticed the way his eyes flare in emotion, the way his body tenses. "He was just talking with me, and then the whispering started to get louder, and then I tried to get away but then he kissed me and—"

She stops herself abruptly, her eyes becoming distant.

Tyler blinks, thrown off by her sudden pause. Whatever emotion he had been feeling was replaced by slight confusion, and possible worry. "Care?"

No response.

"Caroline," he groans, shaking her lightly. "What is it?"

She closes her eyes and shushes him, holding up one finger to tell him to wait.

As she let out a slow breath, focusing on the sound of his beating heart, the warmth emanating from him, she finally noticed it. She breaks into a breathtaking smile, flashing her perfect white teeth.

"The voices," she explains upon seeing his anxious look. "It's not like a roaring in my ear, anymore. It's all quiet again." She smiles even wider, if possible. "Because of you."

"I didn't even do anything."

"I know, but," she lets out an amused sigh, shrugging one shoulder. "I guess it's your temperature and your heartbeat."

He eyes her a little strangely. "Care, shouldn't all humans be a little warmer to you and have a heartbeat?"

"Maybe, but for some strange reason, your heartbeat is just a little faster than humans'." She brings her hands up and places them on his shoulders, making sure her fingertips graze the skin on his neck that was exposed by his shirt. "And it's not just a little warmer. It's like flames. Your temperature is so much hotter than humans already, so it makes it that much hotter to me, you know?"

She regrets telling him this the moment that smirk is on his face. "Oh, don't even go there," she says, rolling her eyes.

He laughs. "I wasn't going to say anything."

"Sure."

He laughs again, a little harder this time, and this time she joins him. It echoes through the empty hallway, their voices harmonizing perfectly, soprano and bass.

As it begins to subside, he brings one of his hands up and swipes a few strands of hair from her face. "Are you okay?"

"I am now."

Deleted Scene 2 –after school and before football game (follows Deleted Scene 1)-

"So how are you feeling?"

Caroline sighs and cradles her cell phone between her ear and shoulder. Placing their plates the sink and turning on the water, she reaches for the sponge and soaps it. "Well, I'm perfectly fine now," she says as she begins washing. "We finished eating just finished eating and Tyler's getting his bag from my room to leave for pre-game practice now."

"Isn't that bad for him, eating right before a game?"

Caroline laughs. "Werewolves can eat for days, apparently."

"Well their bodies are different. Sort of like vampires. I guess we'll have to look into that." She pauses. "And why are you whispering?"

"He—" she cranes her neck to look out into the hallway "—he's right upstairs changing and I don't want him to hear me or God knows what he'll do."

"He's still in the dark, isn't he?"

"It's not my fault."

"Care, Tyler deserves to know."

"So he can join our supernatural club? Hey, we've got witches and vampires and vampire slayers and humans with insane tendencies—but that equation isn't suicidal enough. Let's add a werewolf!"

"Caroline." She sounds amused. "Think of how much easier it will be if Tyler joins our 'club,' as you call it. He's in serious danger if he's left in the dark, and we'll all be there for him."

"Ugh. I'm sorry, okay? I have thought about that. But I lied to him about it and I don't know how he'll react. I don't want to—"

"Lose him?"

She sighs, turning off the water. "Something like that." Pursing her lips, she adds, "And Damon will drive a stake through my heart if Tyler finds out."

"I thought that Damon knew that Tyler knows what you are?"

"Damon does. But Tyler doesn't know of anyone else and Damon wants to keep it that way."

"Well, if anything, he can't touch you because he knows it'll upset me. Besides, ever since Rose came, he's been a lot more cooperative lately. Have you noticed that?"

Caroline's mouth twitches into a smile. "Elena Gilbert, do I detect a hint of jealousy?"

She scoffs. "Get real, Caroline." Caroline giggles and Elena lets out a sigh. "And why would I be jealous of Rose? I kind of like her."

"You do?"

"She's interesting but I haven't been able to spend time with her. I have a feeling I'll like her."

"Hm. I guess I'll have to meet her." She grabs a towel draped over handle of the oven and wipes her hands. "I kind of like it."

"Like what?"

"All this 'girl power' stuff—me, you, Bonnie, and now Rose."

Elena laughs. "Me too, I guess. Anyway, I should get going, I have to get ready and then head over to Stefan's. I'll see you guys at the game?"

"Definitely. And remember, the front bleachers right next to where the team is benched."

"Front bleachers by the bench. Got it. Bye, Care."

She hears footsteps behind her and turns around, smiling. "Bye Elena."

She hangs up and sets her phone on the counter, going out into the hallway and meeting with Tyler, who has his bag slung over his shoulder. "Elena called?" he asks and she nods, walking with him to the front door. His eyebrows knit together slightly as if her name were foreign and unfamiliar. And, considering all that has happened, it probably was. "It feels like ages since I've really hung out with her."

She laughs and tucks some strands of hair behind her ear. "You have no idea." She sighs. "Our group was so close last year and look at us now."

"Our group," he reminds, "was dysfunctional. In the end, it was for show. All of the founding families together. It all went downhill when Matt and Elena broke up, and then Stefan rolled into town."

She looks at him.

"I guess I kind of miss it, or," he corrects himself, "the idea of it. Our own private group."

"Me too." She tilts her head slightly, peering at him. "Is that why you're playing in tonight's game? To feel like it felt back then?"

He shrugs. "I guess. Speaking of which, I've got to get going."

"Okay," she says, her face brightening up immediately.

Like that, the serious mood is gone. But, lingering in the back of her mind, his words are replaying. His tone is even but clearly filled with longing. She gets a brief mental flash of what it could be like if Tyler knew, if he was in on it. This cheesy scene of "their group" out to dinner or out in the forest under the moonlight being stupid and laughing. It was a far-fetched fantasy, but not an undesirable one.

And she suddenly hears Elena's voice, louder this time as if she is standing right next to her and saying it rather than over the phone.

Care, Tyler deserves to know.

Deleted Scene 3 –after the kiss on the porch-

She tells him everything.

Pulling the door open and throwing herself back into his arms, squeezing tightly, the truth all sort of comes out.

Well, first she blurts out something about Stefan and Damon. She had been nearly hysterical that neither understands what she says until he strokes her arm, her hair, shushing her softly until she calms down from her tears. She brings him back inside and up to her room and tells him everything, starting with "Stefan is a vampire, too, and Damon" and ending with "and now the moonstone is with Bonnie."

She expects him to be furious. She expects him to toss the mug of tea across the room and chew her out, and she knew that she would have deserved it, too.

What she doesn't expect is for him to kiss her again. (Not that she complains.)

"What are you doing?" she asks breathlessly after they've part a few minutes later. Her eyebrows knit together and stare at him in slight wonder.

"Trying not to be mad at you."

"You should be."

He laughs a little, actually laughs. "I want to be, Care. Believe me, I do."

"Then why aren't you?" she asks in frustration. "I kept everything from you and lied and—and you kiss me."

"Look, it's you, Care, and sometimes you say and do some pretty outrageous and stupid things," he says, pausing to smile at the way she way she frowns guiltily, pouting without even realizing it, "but you've got heart. No one can deny that. I mean, you bothered to deal with crap like me, right?" He looks at her. "I know you did it because you thought it would help everyone."

"I did, Tyler, I really did."

He smiles. "Then I'm not mad. But don't think this means you're being let off the hook that easily. You still owe me big."

She laughs, letting herself fall back onto her bed. "I think I'm going to have to get used to you actually having some sense and a heart," she says teasingly.

"While yours remains undead."

She scoffs and he laughs, shifting to hover over her.

He stares down at her with her golden curls fanned out beneath her head and she giggles, biting her lower lip in the unnervingly sexy sort of way that has him pressing his lips to her throat. He smirks against her skin in satisfaction at the soft mewl it elicits and the way she runs her fingers through his hair, bringing his head up to crash her lips hungrily against his. He groans lowly and kisses her back.

And somewhere between the kisses and sighs and oh god sensations, their clothes slowly scattering themselves around her room, she presses their foreheads together.

"Why me?"

He doesn't even have to explain himself, because she already understands. Why me, the werewolf, your natural enemy? Why not Matt, the sweet human, the one wrapped around your finger?

She smiles lightly. "Maybe I'm a sucker for helpless little puppies." He chuckles, nuzzling his face against her neck. "Maybe I was just tired of being the second choice."

He hums appreciatively against her skin and places a soft kiss at the crook of her neck.

She sighs contentedly, closing her eyes. "What about you?"

"The fangs are a total turn-on." She laughs, rolling her head to the side. "Besides, I think you were always my first choice." Looking up at her, he smiles. "I just didn't realize it back then."

Deleted Scene 4 –the first "alternate ending" that would have taken the place of the cellar scene-

"If any of you guys get me wet you are so dead!"

Tyler laughs and wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her in and pressing their lips together. "Hot bikini, Care, but there's no point in wearing one if you're not going into the water."

Jeremy slinks at her other side and drapes an arm around her neck, holding up the giant beach ball he just blew up. "Yeah. I thought that was the whole reason for the camping trip. You know—outdoors, swimming in the lake, all of us here. You're the one who said we should do something together for spring break."

She rolls her eyes. "Why are you guys hounding on me? Rose isn't going in, either!"

She throws her arms in a gesture to where the woman was talking animatedly with Jenna and Alaric by the grill, (seemingly) oblivious to her comment.

"That's because," Damon whispers as he passes, "it's her first time out in daylight since Bonnie charmed her ring."

"I wasn't nearly as hesitant when I got my ring."

"You had gone, what? – a week without sunlight, and Rose has gone, oh let's see—five hundred years." He quirks an eyebrow. "You're out of excuses."

She sighs and looks out into the lake, squinting through the blindingly bright sunlight. Bonnie and Elena are splashing each other, shrieking loudly and giggling, and Damon is heading off into the water and tossing a football towards Stefan, who catches it with ease, a challenging smile on his face. Looking up at Tyler, she is vaguely reminded of a summer camping trip years ago, just of the founding families.

However, before she can say anything, she lets out a shrill scream as she feels herself being lifted and suddenly being tossed into the lake, the cold watering enveloping her.

When she surfaces seconds later, she finds Tyler and Jeremy are guffawing. In fact, everyone is laughing, and soon she is, too, at first a little and then a lot, tipping her head back in a fit of hysterics. It felt good, just laughing for no apparent reason.

And when Tyler joins her moments later, she giggles and kisses him soundly. When they part, she looks around and smiles a bit wider. You never would have guessed that they (well, with the exception of the ever-oblivious Aunt Jenna) were far from normal. But, they all begin to coax Rose into the water, with the help of Aunt Jenna and Alaric taking each of her arms, she figures that was okay.

Maybe it hadn't been her choice to become a vampire. But she had chosen them. She had chosen Tyler.

And she loves that she did.