Sorry for the delay haven't been feeling well for the past two days and to be completely honest I stumped myself with the last chapter, that hardly ever happens *sad face*.

Jane A0202: to answer your question, as to why Caroline has not figured out that something is off with Tyler? She has but, like you said she is just happy to have him alive over the course of this story little things begin to catch her attention, but she either laughs them off and thinks that he is joking or admires his new strengths. Another reason the idea of him not being Tyler never occurs to her is because she likes the idea of the adventure he provides her; she has lived a simple life (up until she become a vampire) and lets be honest all girls dream of that whirl-wind romantic adventure.

Thank you all for the favorites and reviews, it means a lot to me.

Chapter Three

"I wonder, Klaus for someone who's been one step ahead for 1000 years, were you prepared for this?", Stefan Salvatore's words, played through his mind mocking him.

Klaus had found it near impossible to sleep; his mind was racing. Nothing had gone as planned for him since entering Mystic Falls. Sure, he broke the curse, sure he found out how to make hybrids, but doing so only caused him more headaches. The doppelganger's safety was the reason that his mother had been resurrected. What people failed to realize was the reason he killed his mother to begin with was for him and his siblings. Upon learning just how powerful they were – there mother had began to find away to kill them – and of course she had placed a curse upon him – it was her fault that he was the way he was. Ester was not what people thought she was; she had cheated on Mikael and he was the result. The shameful bastard son, that Ester and Mikael had treated so terrible from the moment they lay eyes on him. At least now, everyone knew that Ester was not what she pretended to be. Ester had always been this manipulative; though she had hidden the fact from his siblings for over a thousand years. Now that she had tried to kill them all, perhaps now they would see that he had done everything as a way to protect them. Perhaps now they would see that he had dagger them and placed them in caskets to insure that they did not get themselves killed.

It did not bother Klaus that his family though he hated them; it was better for them to think he hated them than to watch them die due to their humanity.

"He was a lovesick fool. He's better off in death."

Klaus had said the words out of anger. Finn was the most human among his siblings; he was a simple-minded man who never could accept the fact that they were no longer human, that they were now immortal - they were vampires. Killing was just not in Finn's nature, he refused to feed and only did so when he was so weak and one of his siblings would force him. His only sire had been Sage. Sage was just like Katerina – a woman who only cared about herself. Upon Sage being turned by Finn, Finn came up with this stupid notion that he was going to run away with Sage and live happy ever after – that was why he dagger the lovesick fool the first time.

Finn was just as Klaus had told Rebekah the night of his oldest brother's death a lovesick fool who was not only in love with Sage, but was in love with the idea of living a normal human life and maybe just maybe it was for the best that he was dead – perhaps now Finn was at peace. In death he had found his happy ever after with his beloved Sage and was able to stop living as the abomination that he had saw himself as for over a thousand years - nine hundred of which he was in a casket.

Life was black and white for Klaus, there was no such thing as happy ever after for himself or any other vampire. Life for a vampire was all about survival or that was what his own life had been about - his survival. That was until last night, why did he feel the need to protect the baby vampire – sure he fancied her – he fancied many things such as art and music that did not mean that he was willing to die for them?

Daylight was soon approaching and that meant they had to move. He could easily leave her there and take off; live by his rule of every man (or woman) for himself, but one glance at her and the thought was gone.

Caroline was sound asleep, a smile on her face as she dreamed. Caroline looked absolutely peaceful. The girl had been through a lot from what he gathered; her own father had kidnapped her and tortured her because she was not what he wanted her to be. Klaus could not bring himself to be another person on that list of people to disappoint her.

"Love, I'm not one to trust.", he mumbled into her hair, she sighed, squirmed on the bed a bit, but, did not wake. Klaus knew that the she was exhausted and did not have the heart (not that he had one to begin with) to wake her.

Klaus rose from the bed, before picking Caroline up in his arms bridal style. There was no reason that she had to be woken just yet; he had to figure out some things, anyway.

He had to figure out where to go; he was not in his normal form – his body, thus none of his contacts that he made over the years would help him. Most of the vampires he considered acquaintances over the years where every bit as untrusting as he was.

Klaus looked down at the sleeping girl in his arms; he knew Caroline well enough to know that she would be appalled at wearing these bloody rags.

Last night, they had been so caught up in the moment that neither had taken notice to their blood stained clothes. First rule to being on the run, never draw attention to yourself and wearing bloody clothes would definitely call attention to the both of them.

Klaus gently placed her in the passenger seat, than he took to his place in the driver's seat. His stomach growled, he had not eaten a decent meal in weeks.

First he would get them some new clothes and then he would get them a decent little meal.

Caroline awoke about two hours later; upon waking she was confused the last thing she remembered was falling sleep in Tyler's arms at that motel.

"I did not see the point in waking you.", he told her as he handed her a blood bag.

"What time is it?", she questioned taking the blood bag he offered her.

"Eight seventeen.", he told her he did not bothering to look to her. "I stopped by the local Wal-Mart and got us some clothes for the next few days and then I stopped by the local hospital and stole us a snack."

"Why didn't you wake me?", she questioned, he shrugged. "We're in this together, what if…"

"Caroline, it's nothing I couldn't handle and no offense but, from the looks of how you were back home last night you have not been sleeping well.", she groaned, shooting him an evil look. "not that you were not as beautiful as ever."

"You were at my house last night?", she questioned feeling a knot began to form in the back on her throat. Had he heard her as she obsessed over Klaus?

"Just for a few seconds then you left before I could reach you.", he lied. Okay it was not a complete lie she had left before he got up the courage to walk to where she had stood only thousands of feet from him. "That is how I found you last night; that is why I followed you to the bar last night."

Caroline turned to him, had he really walked twenty-five miles all because of her? Though, why had he not walked over to where she sat the bar? "You walked twenty-five miles for me?", she questioned, so many questions ran through her mind, but she would start with the basics.

"Caroline you were not in the best of moods when you left your house and if it's one thing that I have learned over the course of being a vampire and that is mixing a bar and an angry vampire only ends in disaster. ", he watched as she tossed the empty blood bag at him, he caught it in mid air.

"That was not my fault.", she growled at him and what did he do he smirked, he smirked at her – God when he became so...

"Uh, surely you are not suggesting that this was my fault?", he quipped, he watched a smile played at the corner of her lips.

"Of course not", she shot him a playful glare. "I don't know but, perhaps I would not have been as angry – as you like to put it – if I knew the man I loved was alive.", she glared at him. A part of her wondered why he had waited three weeks to tell her he was alive, did he have any idea what hell those three weeks had been for her?

"I came as soon as I could.", he told her truthfully, he was not going to bore her with the details of being stuck in that tomb. "if it makes you feel any better than know that you were all that I thought about.", he was doing it again, he was letting himself get caught up in the moment and that meant that the part of his brain that consisted of common sense was not where to be found.

"So what did you buy?", she questioned, turning to take the bags from the back seat.

"Compel.", he corrected her causing her to shoot him a mean look. "Right, right, humanity and all that…", this earned him a scowl from her. "I do not know if I got your size correct or not. I am terrible at that sort of thing.", he told her, he watched as she went through the clothes that he had compelled for her.

"They are fine.", she told him, she sighed obviously something was bothering her. Klaus glanced to her to see her staring at the shirt that he had picked out for her. To say his taste in women's clothes was exquisite was an understatement. The clothes that he bought for her showed hardly any skin, he did not like men to gawk at his girl.

"If you do not like them…", he began, she shook her head.

"They are well, they are not what I expect for you to choose for me.", she told him; she did not know what to think of his choice of clothing. Tyler did not really have the best style in the world, he mostly dressed in gym like attire, shorts and a tee-shirt. However, these clothes were not what she expected for Tyler to chose for her – for some reason she expected him to dress her in attire far more skimpier or perhaps next to nothing. That had been the one thing, though she did not voice it to him much that she found frustrating about their relationship, he seemed to view her as a sex-pot.

"Well, I thought they were just fine.", he told her, she laughed a bit. "besides we are on the run and the last thing we need is for me to have to snap a few necks and call attention to ourselves all because, some guy like what he saw.", he told her, he watched as she perched her lips into a pout. "not that you would have to show skin to be beautiful.", he added sweetly, causing her to laugh. "call me territorial but, I don't want another man to lay lustful eyes on you."

Caroline blush despite her best attempt not to. Tyler had never spoken to her this way, in fact she had always thought all boys their age liked to show off their girlfriend. Wasn't it some type of caveman code between men as to say look what I have and you don't? Caroline pushed the thought aside as she went through the other bag; the one that consisted of underclothes. She let out a gasp; the underclothes were something that her grandmother would wear. "Tyler…", she held up the cotton panties. "What in the heck is this?"

"I thought they looked comfy.", he told her; truth be told he had chosen these types of underclothes for his own sanity.

"You were not kidding when you said you weren't good at this sort of thing.", she laughed, this had to be some sort of practical joke. "You've dressed me like your grandma.", he turned towards her an amused smile played at the corner of his mouth. "Seriously, where are the real clothes you bought me!"

"Those, are the real clothes I compelled for you.", she raised her left eyebrow in question. "We are on the run and I figured that there is nothing wrong with choosing comfort over sex appeal.", his tone was nonchalant, but there was a smile on his lips. "Besides, you would look beautiful in a nap sack."

"A nap sack would be more stylish than this.", she told him, there was no way that she going to wear such clothes.

"It's really a pity that you do not like the clothes that I compelled for you.", he sighed. "and if you wish to stop and fine more Caroline approved clothes, than we can do so.", he told her, she smiled brightly at him. "but, that will have to wait till first thing tomorrow.", he watched as her smile fell, God he loved toying with her; he loved their playful banter. "or at least till we can ditch this car.", she looked to him her eyes full of question. "While you were asleep I called James.", she stared at him as to say who is James? "James is a friend of a friend, who will be the one who will compel us a new ride. "

"What kind of car do you have in mind?", she questioned. A friend of a friend – what friend did Tyler have that could get her a new car?

"Any car you want let's just say that this friend has spent his immortal life becoming the perfect con-artist.", Klaus mused. "This one vampire is the go to man or shall I say vampire for anything a vampire's unbeaten heart desires, he saves us the time of doing it for ourselves.", he watched as Caroline's eyes grew huge with a mix of surprise and downright shock.

"And, how did you meet such a vampire with such power?", she questioned, something about this whole set up made her feel a tad bit uneasy.

"Klaus.", he stated, he had to stop forgetting he was in Tyler's body, and it was times like this that would surely get him discovered.

"And, how do you know you can trust him?", Caroline questioned. "Because, he works for Klaus does not mean that he will be loyal to you?"

"Loyalty is not something that is earned when you're a vampire.", he now wore a devilish smile on his lips; she did not need to know just what he meant by this. He was feared by all those whom heard his name and there was a reason for that. "Loyalty is something you command."

Caroline took in a rugged breath; she had never saw Tyler like this – he was so confident in his strength – not that she was all for the macho routine, but that coupled with the fact that he was so sweet towards her kind of made him fit the part of romantic lead in a romance novel to a tee. And, was that not what, ever girl wanted? Though, there was a line between romance lead and serial killer and hearing him talk about commanding loyalty was stepping over that line.

"Relax.", he told her, he had bit his tongue when the word love about left his mouth. "I saved you last night did I not?", she nodded; that he had.

"Alright.", she sighed; she had to admit that this side of Tyler was very sexy. "I trust you."

Klaus smiled in not even twelve hours he had earned her trust. Something about those three words sent a feeling of hope through him. No one had ever trusted him, well except for Rebekah. Rebekah had more faith in his than he did himself at times. Though, he was not too sure if Rebekah still felt the way she used to. A lot had happened since she had been awoke this time around.

"Who do you have other than those whose loyalty you've forced?"

Mikael was dead but, still he held a power over him. Mikael was there in his head and no matter what Klaus did he just could not get him out.

Mikael had always looked at Klaus as if he was a disgrace to his family. Klaus had never really noticed that his father hated him until he was about five years of age. He was five when he had fallen while trying to help Finn fetch water for them to bathe in. Klaus had fallen trying to carrying a bucket that was almost as big as he was; he was very small for a boy of five. Mikael often would often starve him and his two elder brothers to make sure that there was enough food for Kol who was barely two and his mother who was pregnant with Rebekah; of course Mikael never starved himself. Even after a thousand years he remembered the events of that morning as if it had happened yesterday. Klaus had been awaken by the sound of Mikael yelling at him, calling lazy and telling him that if he did not start pulling his weight in the chores that he was going to sell him – that was not uncommon in those days. People sold their children when they could not afford them or when they were simply not wanted because they were a product of an affair or rape.

A young Klaus was terrified by the idea of being sold – he had heard stories from the kids in the village who were children who had been sold to their parents. Most of the children were treated like slaves - working day in and day out; they were denied an education – not that many children were educated in those times. An educated person basically knew how to write ones name and learned how to draw images in caves.

Upon hearing his father's threat to sell him Klaus had quickly forced the sleep from his eyes. "I will help, father.", he told him, he would do whatever his father asked for he did not want to be sold away from his brothers .

"Get your ass out here.", Mikael told him, snatching him by his left wrist, gripping it strong. "you are not a baby anymore, boy.", Klaus did not say a word, he knew his father did not like to be back talked and the last time he had done so Klaus had not been able to sit for over a week.

Mikael lead him to where a twelve-year-old Finn stood, Elijah was always his father's favorite. Elijah was seven at the time and though he was not as strong as Finn, Elijah always got to tag along and help his father hunt. "Help Finn carry water, your mother and baby brother need water to bathe in.", Klaus had never fetched water before; usually he helped his mother tend to Kol. "What do I do, brother?", Klaus questioned, once his father was out of hearing distance.

"Nikaus.", Finn shook his head. "Do you not know anything?", he laughed, Finn was at that age where he thought he was a grown man; wise beyond his age – or so he though. "Take those buckets to the well and fill them up, then carry them inside to mother.", Klaus nodded, that seemed easy enough.

It was only after he had filled the first bucket that he realized that the task was harder than he expected. The bucket weighed nearly twenty pounds which was over half of his weight. "Finn.", he called out to his brother who was about ten feet in front of him.

"Oh, Niklaus.", Finn scoffed. "Stop being such a baby, when I was your age I would carry two buckets at one time.", Klaus looked on at his older brother; he wanted to be just like his strong big brother and if Finn had carried two than he would carry this one without another word.

Klaus strained to pick up the bucket, it was by far the heaviest thing in the world. It was so heavy that it made it impossible for him to move an inch. He sat the bucket down instantly, and then that was when the idea of scooting the bucket from the well to his house occurred to him.

Klaus walked around so that he was behind the bucket and began to push with his weight so that the bucket would move. This idea seemed to work, and though it hurt him slightly it did not hurt as much as he knew carrying the bucket would.

Klaus was not paying attention to his surroundings all he knew was he had to get the bucket home and then return to the well and fetch another. It was due to this fact that about three hundred feet from the well he stumbled over a tree stump.

Klaus fell to the ground, when he did he had in the process kicked the bucket of water over causing it to spill out on to the ground. He felt a sharp, dulling feeling in his right arm, he had fallen on. He sat up a few seconds later, and when he did the jar of the sensation caused a pain worse than anything he had ever felt to curse through his arm. "Finn!", he cried. "Finn, come quick I think I have…", the pain was unlike anything he had ever felt. "Finn."

"Oh, Niklaus what have you…", Finn trailed off upon seeing his brother still on the ground. "I will go get father. You will be fine, Nik – don't think about it.", Finn told him, it was almost as if Finn knew that the pain was all he could think about. Finn then hurried into the woods to find their father.

A few minutes later, Finn arrived along with Elijah and their father. "Niklaus you clumsy fucker.", his father looked at him with such detest. "Can you do anything right?", Mikael snatched him up roughly by his left arm, but the act caused a sharp pain to shoot through his right arm. "Go on – go on and let your mother kiss and make it better."

"But, father I think…", Elijah began.

"No one cares what you think, boy.", Mikael told him, Elijah opened his mouth to speak, but one look at Mikael and he fell silent.

"My arm.", Klaus told him through tears. "I believe I should see a doctor."

"I do not have anything to trade for a doctor visit.", Mikael told him. "There is nothing wrong with you boy other than laziness.", Klaus clutched his arm; his father was refusing him a doctor. Did he not see that Klaus was in pain.

"Go on to your, mother.", Mikael told him. "Leave the real work to me and my boys."

"Hey, are you okay?", Caroline's voice brought him from his thoughts; she had talked on and on about how she could use a shower, and how she needed her make-up and curling iron and other random things. Tyler had not said a word; Tyler stared straight ahead, as if he was somewhere else. "What's wrong with you – it's like you were somewhere else.", Caroline told him, he turned to her and gave her a half-hearted smile.

"Nothing.", he lied, forcing himself to shake all thoughts of Mikael. Caroline gave him a concerned look. "It's really nothing, Caroline.", he took in a deep breath. "So you never answered my question from earlier."

"And what question was that?", she questioned, though she knew what he meant – he wanted to know what kind of car that she wished for Klaus' friend to get for them – a friend that she wasn't even too sure they could trust.

"The car, sweetheart.", Klaus told her, she gave him a small smile.

"Umm…I – I don't know – I am not the type of girl who knows cars.", she told him with a small laugh, she twirled a strand of her hair around her the pointer finger of her left hand. "I want something cute, but not too girly.", she motioned around to the car that they sat in. "I was somewhat of a girly girl when I picked this out.", this caused him to chuckle for some reason he could picture that being true, the girl seemed to adore the color pink and she was captain of the cheerleading squad. "I'm not girly little Caroline anymore; so I want my new car to show that. So I want something cute, but not too girly.", she continued to play with the strand of hair. "I want something fast - because, let's face it I'm a vampire and no matter how fast I go and crash I am not going to die or be seriously injured."

"Very valid point.", he told her, she laughed lightly. "So let's see here –you want something cute but, not too girly and fast."

"And sporty.", she added, she watched as his eyes light up as if he got an idea.

She watched as he took out his cell phone; or she figured it was his cell phone because, it was not the same cell phone that he had three weeks ago. "James, I need a Porsche Carrera GT, silver.", with that he hang up, leaving Caroline to once again be in awe of him; his new attitude was something she found she could get use to he was so confident and not to mention it made him even more sexy.

~ To Be Continued ~

Expect more flashbacks of Klaus' time as a human and his relationship with his siblings and his parents – though be warned they won't always be happy moments such as the one in this chapter.

I probably won't update tomorrow, I have to be out of town most of the day and have to be awake in like five hours; so when I come home I will probably crash for the night.