A/N: has anyone ever heard the song My Dilemma by Selena Gomez, no, yes? Well my niece is obsessed with her and decided to blur it out and my mind immediately went to Klaroline and I just couldn't get this idea out of my head.

Just a little one!shot and I won't be continuing this because I already have a Klaroline multi chapter fanfiction in the works as well as a Captain Swan one and I would not like to do three simultaneously. Though I wouldn't be against ever not continuing this, but it would be far in the future. Idk.

Also, a very sweet reader asked me if I was taking drabble requests. I hadn't really thought about it before because I'm a beginner writer but if you have an idea for a one!shot you'd like for me to do, just drop it in my ask box on tumblr:)

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Rated T for minor language.

Also, a major warning for angst so if you don't like that I'd move on guys but there is a part two coming, I swear! This isn't the end.

Review. Pleaseeee? They inspire me to write faster.

FYI: Bane of Her Existence will probably be uploaded by late next week but I go back to college tomorrow so bare with me:)

- Shauna! xo

"No".

"But-".

"No".

"If you'd just let me-"

"What, apologise? Nothing you say will matter to me," Caroline huffed angrily as her husband paced in front of her in their seven bedroomed mansion, crossing her arms over her chest as she starred at him, unimpressed.

Klaus' gaze softened as he paused momentarily, catching the fearful eyes of his beautiful wife. "Sweetheart-"

"Save it," she growled, storming off to their large en-suite bedroom and slamming the door shut in his face as he followed her at a brisk pace.

Opening the large, black suitcase on her bed and muttering under her breath, Caroline entered and left the large, spacious closet with her petite arms full of clothes-

-she had a lot, okay? She lived for the London fashion week. And New York fashion week, thinking about it. She loved that city.

"W-what are you doing?"

The fear in his shaking voice gave her no sense of satisfaction. Nope. None...

Okay, maybe a little. He was a self-centred, lying bastard who didn't deserve her affections: he never did. So excuse her for taking some joy out of his misery... as short lived as it may be. Everybody knew Klaus Mikaelson: London's most feared master of the criminal underworld. God, she was so stupid.

How could she not be afraid of him? How could she look in his eyes: those twinkling baby blues and love him, knowing all those he'd brought pain to? All those people he'd killed and all the pain their loved ones would of suffered. She wouldn't.

"Leaving, isn't it obvious?"

Okay, she really should stop snarking to him so much, who knew what he was capable of? This was Klaus.

Large, callous hands stopped her frantic motions of folding up her perfectly fabulous clothes into a rather small suitcase-

-for Caroline anyway (she was a little bit of a shopaholic okay, sue her, she loves clothes).

He pulled her towards his chest, ignoring her violent actions of pushing and punching his chest, repeatedly. "Come now, Caroline, you don't really want to leave. Do you?" he breathed in question against her.

"Just let me acquit myself. I love you, you know that I love you just as you love me. Please, love, we can make this work: I know we can. You just have to try".

Were those tears in his eyes?

He starred down at her, using his grip on her chin to avert her eyes towards his so his gaze could bore down into hers but-

-it was that smirk that made up her mind. That god damn smirk edging around the corners of his mouth, dimples prominent and all, that she knew it was all a lie. He didn't care about her: Klaus Mikaelson took what he wanted and she was what he wanted: she never really stood a chance. Well, she was done. He could drink bourbon and attend balls and rule the underworld by himself if that was what he wanted. She was so done with him and his epic promises, filled with lies.

She hated him, Caroline realised with a start. She hated him with a passion and she hated everything he represented.

"Please, sweetheart".

"No".

He pulled himself away from her with a viscious snarl and a start: he clearly didn't expect that reply. Well, he couldn't always get what he wanted. Surely?

"No?" he questioned-

-well, it was supposed to be a question, wasn't it?

His blue eyes sparkling viscously in anger as they starred down at her (she was pretty sure if he could burn a hole in her skin, he would of, which being the strange, sick man that he is would of left him feeling strangely satisfied to have marked her, permanently) and his mouth was curled up in a nasty scowl as his forehead crinkled, like it does during his confusion-

-one which she finds adorable. Correction, what she use to find adorable before everything had come out...

"Nik?"

His smirk echoed all around her as he starred at the work in front of himself: the snapped neck of the now dead man in front of him, blood pouring all down his face as his unemotional eyes starred up, empty and blank.

The shriek, high pitched and yet low all at once, detached himself from the work in front of him. It sounded awfully like-

-"Sweetheart," he cut in, looking up at her softly as she starred in horror at the three dead bodies that lay in the centred of her-

their garden.

Her gasps seem to be never ending as the tears slid endlessly down her pale face, noisily. Caroline's hiccups echoed throughout the large space as Klaus' five hitman seemed to have grasp the grave situation (the were now backing away very slowly, with a glare from their master).

"No."

"No, no, no. That's impossible, you can't-" she broke off on a loud sob as her arms encircled her own shoulders, trying to give herself comfort, her eyes never swaying from the scene in front of her. Remembering the exact moment her husband snapped the last man standing's neck right in front of her: the snap, well, she was pretty sure it was forever engrained into her mind. The large smirk on his face as he took in his work-

-she was pretty sure she'd never forget that either. He was her husband, how could she never...

The grasp of cold, bloody hands on her shoulders brought Caroline out of her reverie as her eyes snapped back to Klaus' with a sharp, quick movement. Backing away from him and moving towards the entrance of the house slowly, she tried to make sense of what she just saw.

Impossible, he couldn't...

He just couldn't be...

"You're not Nik, you're... him".

Her cold demeanor must have struck a cord with him because all at once her back was pinned against the cold surface of their front door with their eyes caught up in each others. One set cold and unforgiving, the other set fearful and angry all at once.

"I'm who, sweetheart?" His fingers curled around a loose, blonde curl as he starred at her, as if daring her to-

-"Klaus," she gasped at. "You're Klaus".

His returned smirk, as if he was so proud of himself, was the only reply she needed.

"You lied... this entire time. I thought-well, I thought we were together in this. That we were partners, husband and wife, and well you had me fooled this whole time, didn't you?" she scoffed, shaking her head and putting at least ten feet between them. She needed the space to breathe, evenly without his distracting sent and charming words and beautiful, sparkling, shinning eyes starring down at her.

"I just thought that you loved me too," she spoke quietly now, ignoring the way his anger striked back up at her words. Well, he was going to kill her eventually anyway. Why not go out with a bang?

Shaking her head again and scoffing loudly, "I guess I was wrong and I should've headed the warning sent to me by many. Right, Nik Smith?" she emphasised purposefully, ignoring his heated eyes and turning around to disappear into their closet to appear with more clothes.

A loud bang echoed throughout the household as he slammed her up against the door which allowed entranced to the open closet, her wrists thrown up above her head and in the tight, unrelenting grip of his. Breathing heavily he leaned towards her so that his lips barely brushed against her earlobe, her lips shaking in fear as his close proximity released... feelings-

-feelings she didn't want to feel, thank you very much. Especially not for him. The king of the underworld or as so he liked to call himself as.

"You are going to be a good girl and a good wife for me. You are going to comply with your wifely duties and play the role of a lifetime because guess what, sweetheart?" his voice sent shivers vibrating through her as she attempted to remain unaffected, not wanting him to know how she felt about him.

"I'm never letting you go. You're too precious to give up and I always keep my treasures".

Shoving her back on the bed, he straightened his clothes out and prepared to stalk out the door but stalled against the door, letting his hand rest lightly on the doorknob. "Best get ready for dinner, love. Don't forget, my mother is going to be delighted to hear of our wonderful news".

His words caused her to instinctually rest her palm against her still flat stomach-

-which obviously wouldn't stay flat for long.

He flashed around, giving her one of his signature smirks. "Hmm, no need to mention this to Rebekah either. Right, love?"

And with that, he was out through the door with speed and a graceful gait that only Klaus Mikaelson could manage.

That's when it finally sunk into her brain: she was married to Klaus Mikaelson and eight months down the line, she was going to have to co-parent with him. Caroline Forbes-Smith, she mused, was pregnant with Klaus Mikaelson's child.

Her cries echoed throughout the mansion as she brought her knees up to her chest, as her eyes swelled with the shedding tears, noises stuck in the back of her throat as she contemplated her life. This was her life now: if she'd just listened to Stefan...

Now she was Klaus Mikaelson's prisoner or his next murder victim. He'd probably just toss her aside when the baby was born

-but now she knew one thing for sure: she had to get out, if not for her then for her unborn child. They didn't deserve this.