AN: So sorry for the delay! I went on spring break and my inspiration simply left me, but I am back now and I do intend to finish the story as soon as I can. The aim for now is to update once a week at least. My sincere apologies.

Chapter 9

Caroline's POV

"Here it goes." Klaus said in a soft voice like he was preparing me for what was to come. "You must know that I indeed moved back to New Orleans because I wanted to take back what was rightfully mine as well as deal with the witches that tricked me."

"Yes, I know Klaus." I said in a relatively normal voice and with a small smile upon my lips. Of course that I knew why he moved here, he never gave me reason to doubt him, but hearing him say that struck something inside of me that I cannot explain. It should have been a huge warning sign, but I believed him. I was convinced of his feelings for me.

"Right. Soon after settling in, I started going to Marcel's favourite pub in the quarter so that I could annoy as well as keep my eyes on him. He knows just how much I love my booze so it was not that far fetched. That is how I met Camille, she was the…."

And that is how it began.

I was still sitting next to Klaus, but I was also an outsider watching the entire scene with morbid curiosity. All I could see was my body sitting quietly next to him, absorbing his every word, hearing all the words I did not want to hear, but needed to. I knew that, but my mind would not cooperate and neither would my body. Klaus keep going on about his relationship with Camille, Cami as he so endearingly called her, but I kept still or at least my body did and nodded at the appropriate times. The other me, the one watching the entire scene felt an inexplicably strong emotion of rage, betrayal or simply heartbreak. I do not know.

My body wanted to lash out or I did. I no longer knew which was which. It is not like we were together at that time, plus I was also seeing Stefan and then Alaric. Despite all of this, I felt betrayed. With the risk of sounding like a brat, he was supposed to be mine, he was supposed to love me. He promised he would be my last love. MINE! But by the sounds of it, he was hers. He lived an entire lifetime with her, making plans and being happy. Part of me knows that he had every right, but hearing him say it hurt and still does.

He become the man I always wanted by my side, but it was all due to her. I do not want to came across as selfish; this has nothing to do with my desire to change a man and make him better. This simply makes me wonder why her? Why did he change for her and most importantly why he could not have done it for me back in Mystic Falls? He definitely knew that I was not happy with him going on killing sprees and hurting innocent people, after all that was the reason why I was not ready to accept him back them, to truly embrace our budding relationship. This does not make any sense. My head is hurting, my heart is aching and I am forced to sit here and listen to all of the hurtful words coming out of that mouth that I love so much. I must be a glutton for punishment as if I truly wanted for him to shut up I could have jumped him and I have no doubt that he would have forgotten what he wanted to say next, but I did not.

Now I feel like laughing like a maniac. This is like dating your favourite musician whose songs are all about his ex, the one that meant so much to him and fucked him up so bad that he cannot let go of that toxic relationship no matter how much he tries. It is, isn't it? I am definitely loosing it! I no longer know what I am talking about.

"And that is how we got here and I could not be more thankful. I now have you here next to me. It has been too long." Wait what? Why was he thankful? I nodded anyway in understanding and also smiled at him so that he could not tell that the outside me who luckily by this point found her way back inside the body, was hurt and could barely sit here listening. Of course I had to lose that exact piece of information, but at least I heard when he said that SHE is no longer among us. Don't get me wrong, I don't want her dead, after all it is not her fault that she managed to make the big bad wolf fall for her. Fall for her? Did I actually say that? It seems that my two selves recombined are strong enough to handle parts of the truth better than outside me was. He loved her, he loved and spent more than half a century with her by his side, enjoying all the things he promised he would one day show and enjoy with me. There is no reason to be angry, to be hurt right? It is all in the past, right? Right?

All the things that I have done are finally catching up to me. I think I found hell, there is no other explanation. Now I will be stuck living with the memory of her, but he did say that he was happy I am here. It makes no sense, nothing makes sense anymore.

Help me!

HELP ME!

TBC

AN: I wanted to try something new, especially since I could not bring myself to write how Klaus explains every detail of his relationship with Camille to Caroline. This is the only chapter in this format, I am going back to normal next time so don't worry! I do hope you enjoyed it. Please leave a comment below so that I know what you thought of it.