So I decided to continue after all the great feedback! Thank you to the reviewers :) You guys make my day! Here's the next chapter:


Caroline bit at her lower lip as she paced her bedroom, trying to find a way to keep herself busy. She had already tried sleeping, but after the many Klaus nightmares she had been having, sleeping wasn't doing much to distract her. If Stefan knew Klaus as much as he said he did, Klaus would be paying Caroline a visit that night. She shivered involuntarily, rubbing her hands up her arms. She hated the feeling of fear. Caroline had assumed that after becoming a vampire, she wouldn't have to fear anything. But Klaus and the other Originals had proven her wrong, except for maybe Rebekah; Caroline was still convinced that she could take that bitch any day.

Caroline growled impatiently, trying to stop the uncomfortable fluttering in her stomach. That feeling of dread reminded her of when Damon had been compelling her when she was human, and she hated it. Damon had gotten his payback after Elena used him and then threw him away like a band-aid, and Caroline did feel somewhat sorry for him, but that feeling would never stop giving her the chills. And now it was back in the form of a thousand year old Original Hybrid who was probably going to stake her for kissing him.

"Something the matter, love?"

Caroline jumped so far that she landed in the other corner of her room, beside her closet. She turned around to hiss at Klaus, who had an expression of amusement on his face. Caroline snarled, picking herself up off the ground. "Don't do that!"

"You're one to talk about what one should and shouldn't do," said Klaus, raising an eyebrow suggestively. Caroline found herself turning red even though the kiss had been somewhat planned. She looked up to see Klaus's annoyingly victorious expression, and her anger flared.

"That was a mistake," Caroline snapped, folding her arms across her chest. Damon asked for a distraction? He sure as hell was going to get one. "Spur of the moment. I thought you were Tyler."

Klaus chuckled, flitting over to Caroline's side before she could dodge out of the way. Caroline looked into his eyes and detected a hint of anger, but it disappeared as a smirk spread over his lips. "You're a terrible liar, darling."

Caroline narrowed her eyes, annoyed at Klaus's intuition. "Or you can just keep deluding yourself. Doesn't really affect me."

Caroline tried to walk around Klaus, but he put out an arm to stop her. Caroline stepped back before she hit Klaus's arm, intent on avoiding any chances of touching him. She found his warmth alluring for some reason, probably because Tyler was also warm. Caroline shook her head slightly, knowing that thinking about Tyler wouldn't help her at the moment. She looked up to find Klaus watching her intently, that annoyingly irresistible smile on his face. Irresistible?

"Argh!" Caroline jumped over her bed, unable to focus with Klaus so close to her. Just as she darted towards the door, thinking about making a run for it again, Klaus sped over to the door and slammed it shut. Caroline's mouth dropped open in disbelief at his pushiness, and she whirled around to see if she could make it to the window before Klaus.

"Don't even think about it," Klaus smirked, causing Caroline to bare her teeth in anger. To her surprise, Klaus reached out and touched the side of Caroline's face, the feel of his hand so gentle that it could have been thought of as loving. Caroline flinched back, and Klaus's smirk disappeared.

"I told you," mumbled Caroline, turning around to walk over to her vanity. "I'm too smart to be seduced. Your creepy tactics aren't going to work on me."

"Then what do you suggest I try?"

Caroline turned around to throw Klaus a skeptical look and her mouth dropped open when she found Klaus lounging on her bed. She leapt over and tugged at his arm, trying to pull him off. "Well for starters, you can get off my bed!"

"Why, is it giving you ideas?" Klaus's voice was low now, seductive beyond anything Caroline had ever heard. She rolled her eyes airily, trying not to let Klaus see just how much his creepy tactics were working.

"The only ideas you're giving me is what to do with your body after I stake you," hissed Caroline, folding her arms across her chest protectively. Klaus wrinkled his nose slightly, making Caroline narrow her eyes suspiciously.

"Are you really into that kind of stuff, love?" asked Klaus, his tone mocking. Caroline frowned slightly, trying to figure out what he was hinting at. Her eyes widened as she realized just what he was talking about, and Klaus chuckled in amusement. "Just kidding, sweetheart."

"Just leave, Klaus," sighed Caroline, moving her hands to rest on her hips. "Seriously. What are you doing here, anyways?"

"I came to tell you that your apology has been accepted," replied Klaus, looking up at Caroline through his eyelashes. Caroline fought to keep a straight face, though Klaus's innocent expression was threatening to melt through her façade. Suddenly, Klaus shot up out of Caroline's bed and was standing in front of her, looking straight into her eyes. "So were you telling the truth? You really thought I was Tyler?"

Caroline gritted her teeth at the sarcasm in his voice and glared right back at him. "That's right. I was under a lot of stress."

"And what does that have to do with anything?" murmured Klaus, his fingertips tracing their way up Caroline's arms. Caroline struggled to keep her breathing even, refusing to let Klaus know what his touch was doing to her. Tyler. It was Tyler she was into. Not Klaus the evil Hybrid.

"Contributing factor," Caroline managed to choke out as Klaus's fingertips reached her collarbone. He leaned in until his face was only a few inches away from hers, close enough that he could lean in at any moment and kiss her.

"Contributing factor for what, again?" breathed Klaus, his sweet breath rolling onto Caroline's lips. She licked her lips involuntarily, earning a small smirk from Klaus. Caroline struggled to think. What were they talking about? Did it really even matter?

Suddenly, Caroline's conscience began blaring in her head. NO! God dammit, Caroline, you love Tyler, not Klaus! Stop reacting like a fifteen year old teenager and control your hormones! Walk away, you idiot!

Caroline's eyes travelled up Klaus's flawless face and she locked eyes with him, her thoughts leaving her mind instantly. The only thing going through her mind now was the taste of Klaus's breath, and how much she wanted to feel his uncharacteristically soft lips against hers. Caroline let out a little breath, her last ounce of resistance leaving her body, and she raised herself onto her toes to close the gap between them.

BEEP BEEP!

Caroline jumped back, nearly falling over, and Klaus's arms darted out to catch her. She turned around to see her cell phone flashing from her bedside table like a wakeup call, and she quickly stepped out of Klaus's arms to get to her phone. Caroline swiped a finger across the phone to find a new message from Damon, and she rolled her eyes. Only Damon would ask her to distract a dangerous Hybrid, and then text her to distract her.

Caroline decided that opening the text while Klaus was in the room was a bad idea. Setting the phone back down on the table, Caroline turned around, ready to pretend that nothing had happened between her and Klaus again. But to her surprise, and though she didn't want to admit it, to her dismay, Klaus was gone. The window was still open, letting in the warm summer night breeze. Caroline's gaze landed on a blue box sitting on her bed, and she groaned when she realized that it was the same box she had dropped off at Klaus's mansion earlier.

Caroline sat down on her bed beside the box, lifting the lid to reveal the dress, drawing and bracelet packed neatly inside. Her eyes fell on a note that had been stuck to the inside of the lid, written in Klaus's unmistakably perfect penmanship. Rolling her eyes, Caroline pulled the note off the lid and brought it to the light.

As I said before, I don't take back gifts. Sweet dreams, love.

Klaus


Damon rapped his fingers against the counter impatiently, his eyes flickering from his phone to the glass of tequila he had managed to charm out of the female bartender for free. Caroline couldn't possibly be sleeping so early, could she?

"Pathetic pity party?"

Damon turned around to find Rebekah standing behind him, looking stunning in a short black dress and sky-high stilettos. He set his glass down, swiveling around to face Rebekah. "What're you all dolled up for?"

"I just came back from a party," replied Rebekah, taking a seat on the barstool beside Damon. He raised an eyebrow skeptically, to which Rebekah smirked in response. "Correction: I just came back from dinner."

Damon rolled his eyes, turning back to his drink. Sure, she was feisty and had spunk, but Rebekah was a handful. He wasn't planning on entertaining her that night. The bartender who had given Damon the free drink sauntered over to the two, throwing Rebekah a jealous look. "What can I get you?"

Rebekah's eyes flitted over the bartender before landing on Damon's drink. She reached out and took it off the counter, raising it slightly at the bartender. "Nothing, thanks. I'm good."

A vein pulsed in Damon's jaw as he watched the blonde down his drink, throwing him a coy wink once she had finished. "That was my drink, Barbie."

"It's mine now, Ken," retorted Rebekah, her eyes glistening mischievously. Damon's eyes narrowed as they fell on hers, as though he was trying to see into her soul. Rebekah stared back challengingly, pouting her lips slightly. Before she could open her mouth, Damon leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her almost violently. Rebekah's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him off the barstool until he was standing up. They finally broke away for air after what felt like hours, staring into each other's eyes with lust. Damon licked his lips, his hands still on Rebekah's waist.

"Your place or mine?"


This story is going to have a bit of Debekah as well, seeing as they're such a functional couple ;) Till next time!