A/N: Hello, everyone! Seriously... all I can say is WOW! I defffff was not expecting the reaction that I got to this fic, & all I can really say is THANK YOU! The Klaroline universe is stronggggg already! :) Because of you guys, I've decided to at least expand this into a THREE-shot, with this being part two, so there is just a bit more Klaroline for your reading pleasure. ;) The encouragement to continue, the excitement over our ONE scene, added with this one week TVD hiatus was enough to make me reconsider ending it where I did. So here it is- part two of the fic!

Monster

"He's a wolf in disguise, but I can't stop staring in those evil eyes,"

-Lady GaGa

"So, it turns out Klaus' hybrid got to my mom and Jamie first, which resulted in me getting kidnapped, Stefan getting shot, and Elena being tied to a post," Bonnie said, as she slammed her locker shut, and Caroline frowned at that. "It's safe to say he's always one step ahead of us."

"Yeah, sounds like it," Caroline replied, as she walked beside Bonnie down the hallway of Mystic Falls High School. "But on the bright side... Elena told me Jamie was cute," she added in a chipper tone, and Bonnie let out an incredulous laugh. "Were digits exchanged?"

"Uhm, no, Caroline. He's like a son to Abby, and I'm not sure I wanna go there..."

Caroline groaned at that.

"Why not, Bonnie? Jeremy's in freakin' Denver, Colorado. Probably spending time with snowbunnies as we speak. And I want you to be happy," the blonde declared, and Bonnie exhaled a deep breath.

"I do too- I'd like to be happy- but Jamie... he might just turn my already crazy world upside down even more," Bonnie eased, and Caroline sent her a pout. "Speaking of guys who have been turning our world upside down... how are things with you and Tyler?"

Tyler.

Caroline let out a deep sigh, and shrugged quietly. Bonnie stopped in her tracks, and she watched as the brunette's eyes glowed questioningly, as she awaited her response.

"It's... complicated," Caroline said softly, and Bonnie waited for her to continue. "He wants to be together, and he's doing this thing with my dad to break his siredom, and it's such a good effort but..." she trailed off.

"You don't think he can do it," Bonnie filled in.

Caroline watched Bonnie's eyes, and she finally half-nodded, with a short shrug, as she tucked a blonde curl behind her ear. Bonnie gazed at her sympathetically, and Caroline hugged onto her books even tighter.

Thinking about the fact that Tyler was doing this for her was humbling- she knew that he loved her, and she couldn't have asked for a realer way for him to prove it.

But somewhere, in the back of her mind, she doubted him- she doubted that Tyler could turn everyday, at will. She doubted that he'd even want to turn, given how painful it was each time he did it. She doubted that he'd be able to do this without feeling terrible about himself- he was still apologizing about almost killing her father. She even began to think that he'd become resentful of her; being sired to Klaus meant feeling no pain.

Being Caroline's boyfriend meant allowing the pain in.

Above all else, she doubted that he'd be able to break the bond that he had already, regrettably, formed with Klaus. Could something that was already so etched into his mind be broken, just like that?

So yes, she doubted him. She doubted him because she knew how hard it was to fight against yourself, and your urges to do something for the greater good of somebody else.

But that wasn't the biggest reason why she had her doubts. Caroline had them because, unbeknownst to anybody else but herself, she was already falling victim to such a bond- a dangerous, menacing, troubling bond- and she wasn't even sired to it.

She thought about the way his sandy blonde hair glistened when the sunlight from her bedroom window shone against it the morning after he saved her life, and asked her to wear the gift he had gotten her.

His eyes- they were an icy, aquatic blue that seemed to look turquoise in the right light, as they raked over her body respectively, while he watched her in her bed.

His full, cherry lips, that always borrowed the shade of "just-bitten;" she'd obsessed about them all day, though with every fleeting thought, she convinced herself she was insane for even finding somebody like Klaus-a monster, at best- so aesthetically appealing; so visually commanding-so damn hot.

Caroline cleared her throat uncomfortably- she felt guilty even thinking about it. If anybody even had any idea that she felt this way, they'd stake her upon sight.

And rightfully so.

Caroline's intimate thoughts only cleared when Bonnie took her hand into her own, and held onto it reassuringly; Caroline cursed herself for forgetting that she was in the middle of a conversation before her mind became clouded with her profound memories of Klaus.

"Care, are you okay?" Bonnie asked, with a troublesome look on her face, and the blonde sighed.

No. She wasn't "okay," by any means. Everything she'd worked so hard to preserve was falling apart; and while her life was taking a nosedive, a certain hybrid was beginning to work his away into her head. She was losing it.

"Shouldn't I be there, right now? Helping him? I feel like... I don't know, like I'm not doing anything," Caroline said anxiously, and she instantly felt guilty when she thought of Tyler's pain and suffering whilst she was having such a hard time keeping his hybrid master, who was the direct reason for said pain and suffering, out of her thoughts.

Did it make her a hypocrite that she'd left Tyler because of his allegiance to Klaus, yet, she hadn't completely written Klaus off yet?

Yes. It absolutely did.

But did that change the way that she felt?

No. Not even a pinch.

"Caroline, I'm sure Tyler is going to try to do all that he can do to make sure that he can be around you again without putting you in danger," Bonnie said softly, and Caroline nodded silently in agreement. "But with that said... you don't have to feel like you have this obligation to be with him. And it's nice; nice, and endearing, and so Caroline of you to be there for him... but he can, and will, save himself when, and if, he wants to. Only if he wants to."

Caroline exhaled, and bit her lip, as she tapped her foot nervously.

"I just... I don't want him to think that he's doing all of this for nothing," she whispered, and Bonnie nodded.

"He's not, Caroline- he absolutely isn't. But he has to do this for himself- he has to do this for Tyler. And you have to remember what you're dealing with; this is a sire bond. He has to break it; and if he can't... don't think for a second that you don't have the right to move on."

Caroline nodded as she pursed her lips, and Bonnie gave her a hug, as the blonde held back what she felt were surefire tears in her eyes.

"I have the right to leave," Caroline said onto her shoulder, and Bonnie nodded as they parted.

Caroline sniffled softly, and Bonnie still held onto her hands long after the embrace ended.

"You do, Care. You know, it's not the ordinary, run-of-the-mill, 'I lost my humanity then got it back, but I'm not sure I can be with you anymore because I want revenge on the guy who ruined me' type of deal. Or the classic 'I kissed my ghost ex-girlfriend because I never got over her' thing that seems to happen in this town all the time. This is real stuff," Bonnie joked.

Caroline laughed at that, and the brunette smiled.

"I gotta go to class, now" Bonnie said, and Caroline nodded knowingly. "If you need anything... I'm here."

"I'm gonna head to class, too. Ric's been counting my abscences, like a real teacher or something," Caroline said, and Bonnie laughed. "But thanks, Bonnie. For the clarity... for everything."

Bonnie smiled at her once more, before she spun on her heel and began walking away. She stopped in her tracks and turned back around to face Caroline before she left.

"Nice bling," she commented, with an impressed look on her face. "I didn't see it before- infinity links? And wait, are those diamonds?" Bonnie asked, and Caroline quickly looked down at her bracelet-the one that Klaus had given her- and smiled nervously as Bonnie gazed at it.

"Yeah, my... dad. He went all out," Caroline lied, and Bonnie's eyebrow rose as she smirked.

"Not bad," she congratulated. "But now, I have to go. See you later," Bonnie replied as she rushed off.

"Later!" Caroline called after her, and she sighed as she gazed down at the gorgeous bracelet that donned her wrist, and shook her head when she realized just what wearing this bracelet meant.

Trouble.

She groaned when she also realized she had also forgotten her assignment in her car, and Alaric would kill her if she didn't hand it in on time. Caroline sped outside to the parking lot, and chirped her car open. When she walked up to it, her jaw dropped.

She opened the passenger door, and there sat a bouquet of blood red roses, perfectly wrapped, with a note and all.

Caroline looked around to be sure that nobody else was in the lot- empty.

She opened the letter slowly, and read the words in cursive that were scribbled across the card in that impeccable font that she so quickly recognized.

Miss me yet, love?

Caroline heard the sound of the words echoing in her head, as she imagined Klaus speaking them, and her head began to spin.

She had already lied to Bonnie about the bracelet, and now he was finding ways to get into her car to leave her red roses with letters attached to them?

She tore the note in half, and dumped the roses as she made her way back into the building. She was still shaking when she took her seat in Alaric's class, and she opted out of speaking for the rest of the day.

And Caroline had a feeling that this was only the beginning.

One week later, and nothing else occurred. No notes, no bracelets, and no more flowers.

Caroline felt oddly relieved, but strangely disappointed when she considered the idea that Klaus had already given up on the crush he seemingly had on her.

Was she really that forgettable?

Rather than sitting around and thinking away about the possibilities of why things changed, she accepted this in stride.

This was "good."

With Klaus no longer "into" her, she could freely attend group meetings, and not feel guilty when Stefan explored whatever options he had to kill the hybrid.

She was now free to listen to the latest story of how Elena and Damon were treading into weird territory, and Stefan's reaction. She heard about the kiss. She also heard about the punch.

She was now free to help Bonnie practice spells, and taunt her about her obvious crush on that guy she'd just met. She grilled her daily.

She was now free to meet Matt at The Grill while he was on break, to talk about Tyler, and the pros and cons of waiting for him to be "normal" again.

It was on that night of freedom that she realized she wasn't so "free" after all.

"You should probably aim to leave your car in a brighter area of the parking lot, love. We wouldn't want you to get kidnapped," Caroline heard as she fumbled in her purse for her keys, and she froze as his smooth voice carried through her, like an ocean wave.

He was smirking; she could just tell by his tone.

She was just standing there, in the parking lot of The Grill, and it was dark out-about 10 P.M, according to her watch. She was supposed to be be home an hour ago.

Was this her punishment for breaking curfew?

She hadn't seen Klaus since the last encounter in her bedroom the morning after he saved her life, so she really shouldn't have been so surprised that he went as far as to stalk her, all the way here.

"Did you follow me here?" she asked strongly, though she refused to turn around and face him, afraid that he'd be able to detect the fear in her eyes.

It was easier to act tough when she had her back turned to him.

Caroline heard Klaus take another step in closer, and she, in turn, felt the swelling of the heat in her chest immediately rise, as she stood there; palms sweaty, and legs shaky as she awaited his next move.

What was it about him that made her feel so timid in his presence? She refused to take any guesses.

"I wouldn't call it 'following,' that sounds a bit too... juvenile. I was simply curious about you; just wondering if you held up okay, post-werewolf bite-cure. Also wondering if you liked the flowers," he said and Caroline gulped hard.

"I'm fine. The flowers are too," she said shortly, as she attempted to open her car door, but Klaus' fist easily stopped it from budging.

Why did she even think that would work?

"Did you have a nice chat with that whiny human boy?" he questioned casually, and Caroline immediately spun around to face him.

He looked even more beautiful than she remembered, as a light scruff covered his cheeks, and his pale skin glowered under the moonlight. She couldn't help but trace her eyes over his biceps, though they were concealed by a long sleeve, forest green shirt, with the first three buttons opened, and the pendant of his necklace hanging just above his discretely exposed chest.

Her heart skipped a beat- she was angry that it did.

"Not only are you stalking me, but you're listening to my conversations, too? What is your problem?" she huffed, and Klaus only sent her a sure grin as he moved in even closer.

Caroline's blue eyes intently stared into his own, though she felt like she was a fool for challenging him this way. Whatever; she didn't care- she was Caroline Fucking Forbes.

"Why don't we go for a drive, and I'll tell you all about it," he smiled brightly, and Caroline scoffed.

"Absolutely not."

Klaus cocked his head, and sent her a soft pout that was reminiscent of the ones Damon used to use on her, back when they were "dating."

That only made her angrier.

Caroline's fists balled up, and she inhaled a sharp breath, but his grin didn't waver. He wasn't going to back down.

"I'm growing impatient," he said lowly, and Caroline finally swallowed her pride as she reluctantly handed over the keys.

He grinned at his quick victory.

Klaus walked over to the passenger side, and opened up the door for her. She rolled her eyes before climbing in.

At least he was a gentlemen.

Klaus then got into the driver's side, and started the ignition once he shut his door behind him.

"Time to take you on the ride of your life, sweetheart," he grinned, and Caroline's heart leapt out of her chest.

She prayed that there was no pun intended.

"Where are we?" Caroline asked breathlessly, when they pulled up to large mansion in the middle of the woods, and Klaus turned off the car.

He got out, and no more than a half second later, had her door opened for her, as well.

Caroline cautiously stepped out, and crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned against the car.

She should have just been happy that they got there in one piece.

"Home, Sweet, Home," he grinned, and her eyebrows rose.

"This is your house?" she asked, with thinly veiled astonishment dripping from her voice, and Klaus smiled at the way she marveled at the beautiful, yet secluded, estate that stood before them.

"Would you expect anything less from the man who gave you that bracelet?" he asked, rhetorically, and Caroline continued to stare at the home, too occupied with it to respond.

It was easily more impressive than the Lockwood Mansion; that was when something dawned on her.

"Are... you trying to outdo Tyler?" she asked bluntly, and Klaus cocked his head, with an untellable smile.

"What makes you believe that, love?"

She impatiently tapped her fingers against the car, still staring into his deep blue eyes.

"The-the bracelet, the house- everything. Especially this weird crush you have on me. It's like... you're trying to replace him," she observed, and the hybrid let out a sure laugh.

"Formidable theory... but no," he said, and Caroline continued to eye him. "But... if Tyler were to, say, 'disappear,'" he grinned, "It'd be much easier for me to get what I want," he said slowly.

"Which is?"

Caroline stood there silently, as Klaus turned to face her, and she immediately felt the annoying pounding of her chest beating as rapidly as it could. He smiled- she turned red in the face when she realized he was listening to it, right along with her.

Klaus moved in closer, and placed his palm on her heart, very softly. Caroline struggled to breathe when he did.

Her eyes met his, and she watched as he drummed his fingers slowly across her chest, in perfect sync with every beat.

"You hear that?" he whispered softly, and Caroline nodded reluctantly. "It's not supposed to happen," he said. "But from time to time, love... it does."

She took in a sharp breath, cleared her throat, and forced herself to remember the question she had for him.

"What would be easier for you to get if Tyler were out of the way?" she repeated, and Klaus' eyes squinted as he studied hers.

She instantly felt hypnotized by the way he was looking at her.

"Surely you understand the way that I feel about you, Caroline," Klaus said, and she almost melted with his words; his voice was heavy, but rich- rather than comparing it to velvet like she once had, she'd describe it, now, more like indulging in a heavenly piece of dark chocolate.

So bad, yet so good.

"That's the part that I don't understand," she replied, and Klaus bit his lip softly, before he brushed his hand against her cheek. "Why me?"

"Why not you?" he asked gently, and she scoffed, as she turned away.

"I don't-I don't have time for this," she rushed, and Klaus grabbed her by the wrists, quickly stopping her in her tracks.

She knew that he was strong, but somehow, she was still surprised by the hold that he had on her.

"Let go of me," she said, through gritted teeth.

"Come inside, and I'll explain everything, darling," he urged, and Caroline shook her head.

"Stand here, and explain it to me, now."

He was taken aback by her sudden prowress, but he smiled, nonetheless. This was that "bite" about Caroline, that Tyler so clearly told him about when the Original casually asked him about the people in his life, once.

Tyler divulged everything, unknowingly, and Klaus took notes on only the things he mentioned about his "pretty little girlfriend."

He remembered that Tyler called Caroline "traditional and a romantic" when it came to love- she liked dinners, and flowers, and jewelry. He remembered that Tyler said she had a bit of an attitude, and an endless amount of spunk, even when she was afraid. He remembered that Tyler told him she was one of the most honest people you'd ever meet, but that didn't mean she didn't have her fair share of secrets.

Klaus remembered that when he saw Caroline; really saw her, at the wake he threw for Michael in the backyard of the Lockwood Mansion- smiling about, and walking in such a way that oozed "I own the place," he knew that he'd have to devise a plan to take her away from her annoying-screw-up-of-a-boyfriend.

So, he played on Tyler's weakness- his eagerness to serve his master. He told him to bite her, knowing that he'd save her, just to prove a point.

He wanted to prove to Tyler that if he wanted Caroline-and he did- that he'd have her; no questions asked.

"Words were never my strong suit," Klaus began, and Caroline's eyebrow rose.

"As if I'm supposed to believe that."

The look in Klaus' eyes was telling her that, yes, she was supposed to believe it.

"Forgive me, Caroline. I've must have forgotten how to properly talk to a woman. You see," he began, "Not many have caught my eye lately. You are the first in a very long time," he confessed.

Caroline felt her defenses wearing down, though she refused to let him know it.

"Tell me what you feel, Klaus. Tell me, and we'll see if I believe it," she challenged.

Klaus' eyes remained on her own, as he stepped in closer. She vowed to stay strong beneath his gaze, though her armour was chipping away.

"What if I just show you, Caroline?" he whispered into her ear, and she didn't protest at that.

Caroline continued glaring at him, and he smoothed his hand back over her heart, and she let out an involuntarily gasp; he was a lot better at this game then she was.

Klaus glared at her with curiousity in his eyes, but he didn't say a word.

They just stood there- listening to Caroline's rare heartbeat, sounding off throughout the forest.

He gently dragged his fingers across her chest, and Caroline shuddered when the tips touched her neck; her goosebumps arose the second he traced the skin behind her ear.

Caroline shut her eyes, and she drew in a deep breath as this man began to take control of her, yet again, with just the simplest of touches.

With Tyler, her motto had been "the rougher, the better."

When Tyler touched her, his eyes were heavy with want, and his hands were potent with lust. Having sex with Tyler was nothing she'd consider beautiful, though. It was usually because they were just that horny. He was aggressive, and so was she, as they tore each other apart, the only way they knew how.

They'd never made love, and sometimes, that realization bothered her.

When Caroline imagined "making love," she thought about simple caresses that made your head spin. She thought about taking it slow. She thought about progression based off of need- rather than carnal, animalistic desires. She thought of purity, though the man before her was the filthiest of them all.

She thought of the way Klaus was making her feel, right now.

He hadn't as so much made any move that could be considered "sexual," yet, she was more turned on than she ever had been, in her entire life.

Everything about who he was and what he meant was just so forbidden.

Klaus was the monster; the villian, the evil being who'd taken everything away from them, and then some. He'd killed innocent people, and tortured many others. He took a sick thrill in watching others be miserable, and he sought to control anything or anyone that could pose even the softest of threats to him.

And yet, all she could think about was the way he made her hairs stand on end, and her toes curl, as his cool breath danced on the nape of her neck.

Klaus pressed her body more against the car, and Caroline regrettably moaned when he wrapped his arms around her, and placed delicate kisses down the side of her neck.

This was bad; really bad.

"Klaus- " she began, in weak protest, but he silenced her lips with only one finger pressed to them, and Caroline immediately shut up.

That was all that it took.

Caroline trembled when his tongue licked the lobe of her ear, and she inhaled a deep breath to steady herself from shaking when his hands found their way beneath her shirt, and skated across her lower back.

Caroline breathed in, and Klaus' mouth easily found his way to hers.

"Just relax, love," he commanded softly.

Caroline released the tension in her shoulders, and he looked at her longingly.

What the hell was going on?

Before she could comprehend the softness in his eyes, or the madness in her head, Klaus pressed his lips against hers. She sighed as a flurry of emotions passed through her. Everything from anxiousness to fear to, dare she think it, relief.

Kissing Klaus felt warm, as his tongue moved against hers, and she gripped her fingers through his hair. The kiss became even deeper when his hands traveled along her ribs, and she couldn't contain the short breaths escaping from her lips.

"Stop," she breathed quietly against his lips, almost beggingly. "I can't... feel this way."

Klaus' mouth lingered above hers as he spoke. Just the breath from his lips was intoxicating her.

"But you do, Caroline. What's the sense in stopping now?"

Before she could contemplate it, their lips met again, and Caroline raked her nails over the back of his shirt, grasping onto him for dear life. Klaus drew her in tighter by the hips.

Caroline's mind fogged up as their lips met again, and again, and again, each time igniting something new and undiscovered inside of her. The tingling of her skin and, what felt like, electricity running through her veins made her believe her body would be engulfed into a ball of fire, any minute now.

It just felt too good to be true.

She needed to stop; she couldn't let this happen.

Caroline suddenly pushed him away, and he stared at her hungrily as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I-It's past my curfew," she said quickly, and Klaus' eyebrow shot up in amusement.

That was a lame excuse, if it were any, at all.

She gulped, and made her way over to the driver's side, and flung her door open. Klaus was standing there, by the time she got into the car, still eyeing her intently.

"This isn't over, love," he said gently, as his fingertips brushed her cheek, and she stared up at him silently; her heart ached with each passing moment.

"Goodnight, Klaus," she forced out quietly, and the Original calmly shut her door, the moment she started her car.

She drove off in ten seconds flat.

He smiled at the fact that he could still hear her heartbeat a mile away.

A/N: All of you who were begging for a kiss in part one FINALLY got your wish. ;) Read & Reviewww!