I was intending to put this up last night, but fanfic decided to be tempermental, and on top of that the internet was iffy because of a storm.

Anyway, I am amazed so many of you wanted me to continue this story and found it interesting. I'm so glad you do.

Think of this chapter as yet another Christmas gift from me to you. Please remember to review at the end. :D

Caroline awoke in a strange bedroom on a strange soft bed. Sunlight peered through the long drapes in the far window, and she tilted her head and slowly stood up going to the window. With speed she opened the drapes and found herself looking out into a massive garden, a floor below her. The sun was rising only a quarter of where it was supposed to be for the day, and Caroline realized it was morning.

Suddenly she remembered what happened last night. She reached for her throat as she remembered he had snapped it. Her eyes widened as she realized where she was. She was in Klaus' house.

Caroline groaned and looked around the room to see if she had brought her cell phone. Nope, she must have lost it in the woods, when she found Klaus.

She clutched her chest where the pain hit her again as she remembered the look of pain on his face, and what he was going to do because of what she had done. And she had wanted him to do it. She had wanted to die. Why did he spare her? Why did he bring her here instead of her house? So many questions filled her mind as Caroline sat on the bed and put her face in her hands. She felt the tears coming and she didn't care if they came or not.

She was a fool. A foolish girl who believed in fairytales and perfect endings, who betrayed the only person who ever thought of her, not Elena or anybody else. Her, Caroline Forbes, and yet she turned into a monster. What Stefan said came back to haunt her as she sat there with her face in her hands. Klaus has done bad things. She witnessed it last night, but he only did it because she had betrayed him, so the death of the hybrids was her fault.

She was a monster, not Klaus. She, Caroline Forbes, was the worst kind of monster. She was a liar, a backstabber, and a foolish insecure freak who betrays the only person descent enough to see her and treat her like a lady. Who listens to her problems and doesn't judge her. Oh, she had really screwed up this time.

Standing up, Caroline decided to see if he was here in the house. If anything else, she wanted to know why. Why did he spare her?

She walked down the stairs, hoping he was already up. She didn't even want to see if she could find his bedroom. Looking around, she began to remember the mansion from the night of the party, and the time she had. Walking around the, apparently empty house, Caroline found her way to what she remembered as Klaus' art room. The doors were already open, and so she entered.

It was just as she remembered it. The paintings were exquisite, but one stood out more than the rest. She approached, what appeared to be the most recent, and she stared at it. It was her! Not only that, she was an angel. This had to be a mistake. She was no angel. She was a monster.

Turning away from the insulting picture, she found Klaus lying on a beige couch resting against the wall next to the doorway. Caroline panicked for a second, until she realized he was fast asleep. Caroline gave a weak smile as she slowly approached him, and began to take in his appearance.

He still had on the clothes from last night, because she remembered the blood. His face was covered in dried blood, and Caroline realized he had brought her straight here after breaking her neck, and didn't bother to change or clean up.

Caroline closed her lips tightly and moved her mouth to the side in a thoughtful expression, and quietly stood up. She wasn't sure how long she would have until he woke up, and she definitely wasn't sure why she was sticking around at all. All of her instincts were telling her to run. To get out of there as fast as she could, but one little voice, the voice of her humanity, told her to stay and get some answers from the broken man in the art room.

Finding a bathroom, down the hall, Caroline wet two white rags and squeezed them until the water wasn't dripping, and walked back to Klaus.

She found him where she had left him. With a silent sigh, Caroline knelt down beside him, and lifting her right hand with one wet rag, she began to clean his face, carefully.

She smiled as she found him very peaceful as he slept, and she wondered why he stayed down here and not go to bed. Softly she began to hum, as she cleaned the blood off his face and neck. She didn't realize he had awakened during this time, or that he was looking at her until she went to clean his forehead. She stopped what she was doing, but didn't move her hand. Her eyes widened as she gazed into his eyes, which were still and lifeless.

She began to remove her hand, but Klaus caught her hand, and shook his head. He didn't say a word as she complied with his silent command, and began to finish what she had started. As she finished his face, she laid down the, now drenched, bloody rag on the floor, and picked up the other one.

"Do you want me to do your hands too?" She asked calmly, not understanding why she would even care.

Klaus gave a slow nod, as his eyes narrowed.

Caroline gave a kind smile, and reached for his right hand and began to wipe it clean. Without thinking, she began to sing, more prominent than before. Klaus listened with interest as she cleaned his bloody hands and sang a moving song about redemption.

She moved onto his left hand, and began to clean it the same way. Once she was done, she gave Klaus another kind smile, and stood up to rinse the rags out.

Klaus watched and listened to her go, and slowly he sat up. Examining his hands closely, Klaus realized she had washed them completely clean. He looked up at the painting from yesterday and scowled. Standing up, he moved towards the painting, lifting it off the stand he smashed it on the floor.

"Why did you paint it if you were going to destroy it?" Caroline asked from the doorway, her voice filled with sadness.

Klaus glared at her and then looked down at the painting, lying broken on the floor. "It's not worth saving." He replied in a low voice.

Caroline stepped further in the room, and sighed. "It's not or you're not?" She asked, stepping closer to him.

"I spared your life last night, Caroline. Don't push my charity." He snapped, brushing past her.

Caroline threw her head back and then turned around to face his retreating back. "Why did you spare me? I told you to kill me. Why didn't you?" She asked her voice breaking, but firm.

Klaus paused, and his fists clenched at his side at her question. Turning around to face her, she saw his face filled with pain, remorse, and something she couldn't quite place.

Turning back around Klaus left the room, whispering words Caroline was sure she had misheard. "You're an angel."

An hour later, Klaus came back down the stairs in a clean pair of jeans and a cream long-sleeved Henley shirt. His necklaces sparkled in the bright sunlight, which was peering through the elongated windows in the foyer. He expected to find the house empty like the days before, but he was mistaken when he heard a commotion in the kitchen.

Speeding to the kitchen, he found Caroline digging in the refrigerator.

Klaus closed his eyes hard as he entered the kitchen. "What are you still doing here?" He asked, in a stern voice.

Caroline peered out from the top of the door, before looking down to whatever she was doing. Standing up straight, she closed the door, and stood against the island in the middle of the kitchen, holding a blood bag in her hand.

"Do you want one?" She asked politely, holding out the bag in her hand.

Klaus' eyes narrowed as he stepped closer. "What. Are. You. Still. Doing. Here?" He asked, emphasizing each word dangerously.

Caroline lowered her head, and began to fiddle with the blood bag. "I didn't want to leave you." She replied, quietly.

Klaus reached out and grasped her throat once again with his left hand and threw her against the fridge, causing her to drop her blood bag.

"Get this straight, Caroline. I spared your life last night, but don't think I have forgiven you for what you've done, and don't think that just because you have been nice all morning, that I won't kill you. Do you understand me?" He asked, holding her tightly by the throat.

Caroline nodded as she gasped for air once he released her. She reached up with her right hand and rubbed her throat before looking up at him sadly, but defiantly.

"You can threaten me all you want, Klaus, but I'm not leaving you. You think you are better alone, but I know you aren't. Nobody deserves to be alone. Not you, not even me." Caroline replied in a defiant tone, crossing her arms.

"What do you know about being alone, Caroline?" Klaus asked in a near shout as he stared her down.

Caroline swallowed. "I know what it's like to be at home every night waiting for a friend or anybody to come over and they never show because they went to someone else's, someone they liked better." She replied, with tears in her eyes. "I know what it's like to want someone so bad, but they won't chose you or even put you first." She cried, her defiant, challenging nature went out the window as everything came out in one swoop.

Klaus closed his eyes, but didn't say a word. Turning on his heal, he started out the room, only stopping once he reached the doorway.

"You can stay as long as you want, Caroline, but don't expect me to be nice or happy about it." He replied, as he continued on his way.

Caroline nodded and knelt down to pick up the nearly empty blood bag, she had dropped earlier.

It was a start. That was all she wanted, was a start.

Caroline sighed as she wet another rag and began to clean up the mess. She had called her mom, on her newly found phone, which she found on a dresser in the hall, Klaus must have went after it after bringing her here, and told her that she was staying with Klaus for a few days.

Her mom threw a short fit, but Caroline assured her she was safe, and explained as best as she could what had happened. Leaving out that she had wanted to die, and Klaus threatening her, and her part in his rampage. She didn't want her mom to worry, so she told her she was helping Klaus out, because she considered him a friend. Her mom didn't buy it, but Caroline assured her she would be careful, and if she needed help she would call Stefan or Damon or whoever.

Before Klaus came down, Liz had brought Caroline some clothes for a few days and tried once again to talk her out of it. Caroline remained undeterred on the subject, and Liz made her promise to call every day. She would take care of Caroline's school. Caroline had told her it wouldn't be a good idea to leave Klaus alone right now, and Liz reluctantly agreed, and also sworn to secrecy on Caroline's whereabouts. She didn't want anyone knowing she was with Klaus, not yet anyway.

Caroline stood up and sighed once again as she placed the rag in the sink and began to rinse it out. She heard the back door open and close, and she went to the kitchen window and watched as Klaus walked out into the garden and into the woods. Caroline lowered her eyes, and, leaving the rag in the dishwater, she opened the kitchen back door, and started after Klaus.

She didn't know if this was a good idea or a bad one, but she felt compelled to follow him. Where ever he went, Caroline was going to go, whether he approved or she got killed in the process. She wanted him to know that she would be there for him, always.

What did you think? I know Caroline seems a bit OC, but that's the way I imagined her to be for this story.

Anyway, I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can. I might get it done today, in between me putting pies in the oven, so keep an eye out for another update.

Until Next Time...