so, here part two is. kind of quick for me but i really wanted to get it up for klaroline au week, and i managed to say yay! anyways, this is the final part and i hope you all enjoy this one!

- shauna! xo

Caroline's not quite sure what she expects when she walks away from Klaus, and she should have known better than for him to actually leave her alone, but sue her, because she did. Her heels are quiet in the large club, with the loud music blaring through, and she doesn't hear Klaus on her heels, following her.

Not until she manages to get into next room, that is.

She can sense him, before she can hear him, too.

She sighs loudly, though she doesn't face him, as she keeps her back to him, her hands resting down on the black table, dropping her clutch.

"I thought we said everything that needed to be said," she hears herself speak up, before she even wills herself to talk.

"You're the one that did the talking," Klaus points out. "I still have a lot that needs to be said."

Caroline huffs, as she turns around and her arms cross over her chest, her eyes blazing, as she stares up at her ex-boyfriend.

"What?" Caroline hisses. "Then, please, speak."

Klaus almost looks amused, and he raises an eyebrow as his gaze flits over her form.

"Quite hostile," he muses.

Caroline grits her teeth in response, and she wills herself not to snap at him.

"Well, there's a reason for that," Caroline points out, rather unnecessarily in her opinion, because he knows what happened so what the hell should she want to talk to him right now?

Klaus seems to sombre up after that, his back straightening as he stares intensely at her, his blue eyes almost smouldering. His lips press together firmly into a straight line, his dimples disappearing, and she sighs at the almost sad look she finds there, because she absolutely doesn't have time for pitying Klaus crap right now.

"So it appears," Klaus murmurs, and he seems to hesitate.

Caroline rolls her eyes.

"Well," Caroline grits out. "Where's this so called explanation you need to give? Because all I'm currently hearing is stalling, and quite frankly, I can not stand the sight of you right now, and I'd really like not to see you ever again."

She watches as he closes off, his eyes closing briefly, before they flash open again and she sees how his jaw ticks, the way he grits his teeth.

Caroline's had enough though and her hand rests over her hip, as she taps her heel impatiently. Her right eyebrow raises, and her lips part slightly.

"Very well," Klaus returns, and then, "I'm sorry."

Caroline rolls her eyes once more, and she sighs heavily in impatience.

"You've mentioned that," she says dryly.

"It doesn't change the fact that I sincerely apologise for my actions," Klaus buts in, his tone soft, and his eyes intense, as they stare down at her as though he really wants her to believe him.

Her eyes narrow slightly, her head tipping to the side.

"Will that be all?" she asks.

"No," Klaus says, almost slowly. "That will not be all."

"Then, what?" Caroline hisses, fed up of the conversation. "What else could you possibly want?"

"Want I want," he says, pronouncing the words carefully as he steps forward, as though he's being careful not to spook, or scare her away, "is to have you back in my arms."

She's shocked at that, though she's not sure why, because why else would he be apologising to her?

She rolls her eyes, sighing.

"Klaus-"

"I love you," he buts in suddenly, cutting off whatever she was about to say. "Whether you believe my apology or not. That is true. I do love you. I love you more than I've ever loved anybody, and I should not have reacted in that manner. I was just-" he cuts himself off, sighing almost frustratedly as he runs a hand through his blond locks, taking a step backwards. "I guess I was jealous," he says slowly, "and I should have trusted you, after all we've been through together. I know that. I do trust you, honestly, I do, but-"

Caroline cuts in, when she recovers.

"But you didn't trust me," she raises an eyebrow, her voice coming out almost bitter.

Klaus looks frustrated, as though she shouldn't be focusing on that part of the statement, but she does, and she's just as irritated.

"I should have," is what Klaus says.

"Yes, you should have," Caroline snaps back.

"I'm sorry," he says, and even she can see that his eyes are full of regret and sincerity.

"Yeah," Caroline sniffs, as her eyes meet his. "So am I."

He takes another careful step towards her, his eyes just as soft, but she takes a step backwards at the action, because she has a feeling that if she's close enough to breathe him in, she'll forgive him straight away and this is something she's determined to remain strong on.

Taking a deep breath in, her eyes dart towards the door.

"I should probably go, see if I can find Katherine," she murmurs, avoiding his eyes.

Klaus does no such thing, and he takes another step towards her.

"Left with Elijah, not too long ago," he tells her. "I doubt you'll get a hold of her now."

"Right," Caroline nods, though she supposes at least one of them could have some fun tonight. "I should be getting home then, it's getting late."

Klaus' eyes are still amused as he gazes down at her, an eyebrow raised.

"It's not even midnight yet, sweetheart," he points out.

"Yeah, well, it beats hanging out here with you," she mutters, side stepping him.

There's a hurt look in his eyes, as she tries not to feel anything for the man in front of her.

"Caroline," he pleads.

She whirls around, a blur of anger, as her eyes blaze up.

"No," she hisses. "I stayed to hear your so called apology for essentially calling me a whore, with you wanting to get back together, and I refusing to. That's called a break up, so excuse me for not wanting to spend time with my ex-boyfriend."

Klaus' temper seems to flare up at that, and he steps forward.

"Ex?"

Caroline raises an eyebrow in response.

"Yes, ex. That's what happens when two people stop seeing each other."

He glares, "I never called you a whore."

"Might as well have," she mutters.

He seems to hesitate slightly.

"I apologised for that," Klaus says.

"And apologies don't make everything go away," Caroline says, her hands waving in exasperation. "I need time."

His eyebrows furrow, as though the thought had just occurred to him.

"Okay," he says, almost softly. "Time, I can give that to you."

Caroline nods, but she doesn't say anything else.

His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, as he gestures out to the exit.

"So, may I escort you home?" He asks.

Caroline briefly wonders where this eery of calm has come from, and she finds herself no longer angry, too. Well, if one walk home from him will encourage him to leave her alone, then she's sure that can be arranged.

"And of the record, I know you don't owe me anything," Klaus continues when she doesn't answer. "But I'd feel better if I know you got home safely."

So, she finds herself agreeing.

"Okay," she even smiles at him, as they walk out of the room.

-/-

Caroline lives a fair walk away from the club, but she doesn't mind all that much. The cool air breeze is almost nice, and she enjoys the silence as Klaus walks beside her, though she can feel the tension rolling off of him in waves. The breeze becomes almost too much for her, however, in the small red dress she's wearing, and the tall black heels don't do much to warm her legs.

She feels a material settle over her shoulders, and she looks up, startled, to find Klaus' eyes staring down at her, in almost concern, but he shrugs her stare off.

"You looked cold," he muttered, almost embarrassed, and it was his jacket, she realised.

She tries not to smile.

"Thank you," she murmurs.

He smiles.

A few moments later, they come to a stop outside of her apartment block building, and she stalls slightly.

"Thank you," she says again, and she shrugs slightly, her hand reaching up to take his coat off, and hand it back to him.

He shifts slightly on his feet, his eyes flicking to her door entrance.

"I suppose I should bid you a good night," Klaus tells her.

She almost smiles at how eerily similar his behaviour is to when he'd said goodbye to her, way back when on their first date. Honestly, it felt like forever away.

"I suppose," she murmurs, and she takes a step forward to move away.

She is stopped, however, by Klaus' hand on her arm. She pauses, twisting back around to face him, to find his too blue eyes staring down at her in what she knows is determination. For what, she has no idea.

"I'm going to fight for you," he declares suddenly. "I'm going to fight for us. I know you want space right now, and I will give that to you. I know I made a colossal mistake, but this isn't the end of us. It can't be, because you're the love of my life, and we're meant to be together."

She doesn't know what to say to that, and her eyes widen slightly.

He smiles slightly, his head tipping to the side.

"So, I'm going to say goodnight to you, and I'll see you soon."

Her eyes flick up to his, and he bends to her, his lips brushing against her cheek softly, and lingering slightly, tickling against her skin. Her breath catches and she gulps loudly, at how close he is. They haven't been this close since-

"Goodnight, Caroline," he whispers, his accent curling around the words deliciously, before he pulls away and walks away from her without another word.

She's left speechless and stuttering at the sight of him, just once more.