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A/N: Hey All! So oh my goodness! I checked my email after posting the first chapter and after one day had 47 emails! So thank you SO MUCH to everyone who read my story, to all that reviewed, favourited, story-alerted etc, I'm so happy you liked the chapter and are keen for more. I seem to be on a roll at the moment with ideas, so I've completed ch2 already for your eager minds! Please be patient with me as I write the third chapter and I hope you enjoy this next part. Remember to leave feedback when you are done. Many thanks!

Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend

Chapter 2

Klaus' obsession with the girl would have made Rebekah roll her eyes. But Rebekah wasn't there to see it. She lay in her coffin, wearing that same pretty dress she had chosen for the dance. Elena had told him Rebekah knew it was he who had killed their mother. She would want revenge. She would hate him. His little sister would never forgive him, and he wasn't ready to 'talk', so before she woke, Klaus made sure 'Bekah' slept on, whispering an apology and touching her cheek gently. He and his family were Originals. Nobody knew what he was going though; not even his sister. His life was cursed.

Making friends had been even harder for Klaus as he grew up. His step-father made that his priority. The day Henry died - things escalated. Klaus had never forgiven himself for his role in Henry's death. His youngest sibling had challenged him to a duel and it had been all fun and games until Henry stumbled down the river bank and knocked his head against a sharp stone. Michael never forgave him for that. Bekah and Elijah challenged their Father each day, siding with Klaus, and saying it was an accident. Klaus never forgot the look on his mother's face when she saw him carrying Henry and he wondered if she ever cared about him as much as she had cared for Henry.

Klaus had buried his feelings deep inside himself. He kept his family safe in coffins. If people knew what they were all capable of they might understand why he had to keep them like that. It wasn't time to let Bekah out, maybe in a few decades, after this war with Stefan ended, maybe then she'd forgive him for it. Elijah had betrayed him, making a deal with the Salvatore's in a vow to kill him, and revenge his mother's death, but there was so much Elijah hadn't found out; so much he hadn't learned. It wasn't time for Elijah to know - so naturally Klaus had prolonged their conversation too, and Elijah lay in his own coffin, until Klaus forgave him for his betrayal.

Klaus was from a large family. He had four other coffins in his possession. He would never have thought Stefan would be the one to steal from him. After all, Klaus had done what he'd wanted - saved Damon's life from the werewolf that bit him. He'd left Elena alone, in exchange for Stefan's life; and yes, Stefan's friendship, though forced at first, reminded him how things used to be in Chicago; when he, Stefan and Rebekah had visited clubs and cafes and parties - living the high life. But of course, Stefan had been a Ripper then. Stefan had spent too many years, denying who he was and pretending he was unlike any of them. Klaus reminded him of what it was like to be a vampire but he also missed his friend.

Klaus was not all monster. He might seem like it to the average human in Mystic Falls - but he had a plan, and that plan was meant to work. His mother had told him so. He wanted to make people like him. He wanted to make Hybrids so he wouldn't stay alone as half a vampire and half a werewolf. He wanted to relate and best of all he wanted them to feel what it had been like to be him, to understand that there were worse things out there. That being both could not only be terrifying but also powerful, and maybe a little of himself also felt, if he had friends he could stand up against Michael and not be afraid of failing; or being tortured because he was different.

Caroline's smile lit up a room. There were some similarities when he compared her to Rebekah, but there were also differences. Caroline Forbes was strong willed, beautiful and opinionated. She could also be a hilarious drunk, bitchy, but to the point, and somehow she also remained passionate, caring and dedicated. Klaus had been in Mystic Falls only a year, and Caroline was his favourite. He didn't intend for anything to happen, but he felt vulnerable now that Stefan had stolen his family and with only his dead sister to keep him company, he needed someone to talk to.

Amongst his Hybrids and Tyler Lockwood, who was sired to him, he still felt more alone than ever. At least he didn't have to worry about Michael anymore. Stefan had proven his loyalties by stopping Damon from killing him - and in the process, saved his brother from dying. Stefan thought Klaus didn't realise this was the case - but it was. Klaus was a tad envious of the Salvatore's brotherly bond, perhaps he also missed what his brothers had in their early days, before Henry's death.

Klaus smiled down at Caroline Forbes, who was a mess - with vodka dripping down her chin and red puffy eyes. He felt her fingers touch his palm and he smirked. She'd actually agreed to spend time with him - on her own free will. He didn't want to force the issue with her. She was special. He pulled her to her wobbly feet and pulled her arm around his neck, supporting her. Everyone seemed to be staring at them. Klaus gave them a warm smile and patted the nearest waiter on the shoulder, "I've covered her bill. Take care." And he took Caroline home.

He had her at her half way to her pretty little room when she stopped forcefully and turned green, pointing down the hall instead. "I'm going to spew." And she sped into the toilet and slammed the door. Klaus stared at her, hearing retching and coughing. "You can go now! I don't expect you to hold my hair. Why are you here anyway? I mean, I don't even like you. You are a jerk-" Caroline stopped to throw up some more.

Klaus chuckled to himself. "You can stop with the honesty now. You know you are going to need to apologise to your real friends. You were pretty rude to them." Klaus said, from outside the door. Caroline flushed the toilet and Klaus waited for her to come out, but when she didn't, he broke the door knob off to see if she was still alive. He found her staring at toilet bowl in shock and when he edged closer he saw her diamond bracelet was gone - flushed along with the vomit and her dignity.

Caroline turned to face him with wide eyes and he stared at her, unable to think of anything to say. She'd flushed his gift down the loo by accident. "I'm so sorry. I really liked that bracelet. I don't even know how that happened..." Caroline's sentence faded away. Her head hurt.

Klaus had found something to say in reply. "It's ok Kitten. I'll buy you another one to replace it."

"But it looked so expensive!" Caroline blurted suddenly.

"It was." Klaus whispered, but he put it out of his mind and helped Caroline to her feet. "You'll feel better in the morning. I'll get you some water." Klaus put her to bed, and soon had tucked her under the covers and settled a glass of water on her bedside table and a bucket on the floor, in-case she felt another bout of sickness swell up. It was what he would have done for Rebekah, but he felt more than a sisterly affection for Caroline. He liked her.

"Why are you being so nice to me? What do you want with me?" Caroline said suspiciously. She realised this was the second time she'd been alone with Klaus in her bedroom. Klaus brushed her cheek tenderly and remembered how she had looked not so long ago: frightened and fragile, even in her dying predicament. He smiled gently and replied softly, "You looked like you needed a friend."

Caroline smiled up at the Original Vampire who was meant to be so fierce, selfish and freaky and yet despite the vodka and everything that existed between them, she couldn't help but understand - she wasn't the only one feeling unwanted.

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A/N: Please R&R and make my day. I'm loving this little fic, I hope you are too. It's short but sweet. Chapter three is coming soon.