I'm so exhausted here have a chapter


The blond vampire sat tapping her pen manically against a notepad.

She'd swapped seats in an effort to concentrate but her eyes were blank as she stared off into space, her legs curled beneath herself.

Not that she hadn't gotten anything done.

On the neon coloured pages before her she had timelines and mind maps all planned out, even if the information on them was nowhere near stored in her brain.

The clock read seven fifteen.

The pen continued its tap tap tapping then slowly died out as her eyes fluttered closed and her heart sped.

A minute passed before Caroline's eyes popped back open, her mouth wide open as she gasped.

She shot a look around the room to remind herself where she was then worked to slow her breathing.

"God!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes.

Annoyed, she shoved her books off her lap and went into the bathroom. Holding her hair back with one hand, she splashed her face with cold water then put her cold hand to her neck and chest.

She wasn't sure what she was more frustrated by – the fact that she seemed unable to stop fantasising or the fact that if she didn't do something drastic, the only thing she'd be able to fill in on her exam paper tomorrow was that Klaus was one amazing lover in her imagination.

Ok, stop.

Caroline turned off the faucet then stared at herself in the mirror. This was getting out of hand and it was that much harder to deal with knowing that she could be with him right now and instead she was resisting for… no real good reason, really.

Well – was there a reason?

Last night she'd stopped herself before telling Bonnie that she couldn't sleep with Klaus because there were feelings there that she didn't want to have to deal with. Never mind those stupid feelings being half the reason her and Tyler had broken up.

Clearly whatever she felt was bothering her but she wasn't sure if the problem was what those feelings might lead her to do or what might have happen and consequently magnify those feelings.

Because before last night she'd been fine. Sure, there'd been the odd fantasy now and then but they'd been controlled, on her command and, most importantly, entirely hypothetical.

Now her imagination ran rampant, not even bothering to ask permission before inserting images into her mind of Klaus between her legs, smirking down at her.

It was all incredibly annoying, and worst of all, not exactly that hypothetical anymore. Just last night she'd made out with the guy up against his kitchen counter. With a leg hitched up around his hip, for god's sake.

Caroline blinked, regarding herself in the mirror. She'd taken a long hot shower this morning and washed her hair without curling it, so it hung in the wavy state it naturally dried into. She was wearing no makeup besides a bit of mascara – primed for a day of studying – a tank top and denim shorts.

She sighed heavily.

Clearly what she'd been doing thus far to keep her head in the game wasn't working but she didn't see how going to see Klaus would help either, if at all.

She bit at her lip for a few seconds, weighing everything up.

You know what. Screw it.

Caroline all but sped out of the bathroom, picking the first pair of boots she could find and ramming her legs into them. Violently she pulled the zips up before grabbing her phone and car keys.

She looked like crap but if she didn't leave this second she'd just think it all to death and maybe even change her mind.

Determinedly she stalked across the dorm room then hesitated as she passed their dressing table.

Ok, maybe some lipgloss.