Caroline lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. No clocks in the middle ages meant she had no idea of the current time. The sun had gone down maybe a few hours ago, so she guessed it was around nine or ten. She lay there, playing with the charm necklace that lay on her chest, her one connection to home, the only thing that gave her comfort at the moment. She closed her eyes and thought about what she would be doing right then if she were back in Mystic Falls, in present day. Maybe she would be hanging out with Elena and Bonnie. At the grill. Or maybe with Tyler. She had been spending time with him a lot lately. He'd been a really good friend to her since everything had ended with Matt. Elena and Bonnie were here best friends, but they were so wrapped up in their own drama, sometimes they forgot to ask her about hers.

She wondered what they were all doing now. If Bonnie was trying to figure out some spell, if Stefan had escaped Klaus and come back to Elena, hell she even wondered if Damon was ok or not. She heard the lock on her door click and sat up. The large door swung open slowly and she saw Klaus standing in the doorway. She frowned. He was the last person she wanted to see. She was tired of him and his mood swings and his controlling behavior.

"Go away," she said laying back down and turning away from him.

"Get up, come with me," he said.

"No!"

"Caroline, please. Come with me."

Something in the way he said her name, and said please, made her rethink her reaction. And she hated him for it. With a heavy sigh she sat up again and turned to face him. He just stood there, in the doorway, waiting for her to come forward. She squinted her eyes at him, trying to think of what he looked like back in Mystic Falls. Of that night and the sacrifice. But she couldn't picture it. All she could see was the Klaus, standing in her doorway, black trousers and white shirt, tied up at the collar; looking like he stepped out of a fairytale. Except he looked normal to her this way. Picturing him in leather jackets and jeans seemed odd to her now. Her whole perception was off.

She climbed sluggishly out of her bed and slid her feet into a pair of slippers that she left by her bed. She followed Klaus as he walked away from her door, down the hall, and out into the night.

It seemed like they trudged for miles through the forest. The moon was barely a sliver hanging in the sky. Neither Klaus nor Caroline said a word. It seemed to have become their thing; long, silent walks through the woods. No, Caroline thought. They didn't have things. They weren't friends or anything else. Klaus was cruel and mean and selfish and had some fucked up family issues. Last night, when they had talked underneath the castle, she thought she had seen some humanity in him, but it had been a joke. He was drunk. That wasn't the real him. The real him was the man that had yelled at her today for absolutely no reason. The man who had locked her in her room while he tortured innocent servants, that was who he truly was.

"Ok stop!" She shouted. Klaus turned toward her, just staring, waiting for her to continue. "I can't take this anymore. I want to go back home and just be in bed."

Klaus smirked, but obviously Caroline had missed the joke.

"What?" She snapped.

"Nothing love," Klaus said, "and anyway, we're here."

Caroline rolled her eyes and looked around. She hadn't even noticed her surroundings. It was as if the place they were in had appeared out of nowhere, as if by magic. She stood in the middle of a group of ruins. All around her, vines reached around and covered every surface. Old statues, people without arms or legs, watched over the ruins, hoisting their swords or whatever weapon they had left up into the air. There were archways that led to nowhere, except the next open air room. The large white bricks of the broken walls stood tall and proud, keeping the stories of the history they had seen within their cracks.

"I found these ruins when we first moved here, almost 200 years ago," Klaus said. Caroline walked around, letting her fingers graze the cool stones. "That was when Rebekah was still awake. But I didn't tell any of my siblings about this place."

Caroline looked over at Klaus, noticing his sad eyes again. It was the same expression they held last night. But this time he wasn't drunk. He walked toward her and held out his hand.

"Come on, I want to show you something else," he said. Tentatively, she slipped her hand into his. He wrapped his fingers around her palm, his touch warm and soft, and he pulled her forward, through one of the crumbling arches toward the center of the ruins.

There, in the middle of it all was what looked to be an old fountain. It was filled with murky green water, covered in lily pads and fallen leaves. In the center stood a white, stony woman. She wore a crown of laurels on top of her head and an empty basin under her remaining arm. She was dressed in a sheer, white gown made of stone. But it didn't look like stone. The garment was sculpted so perfectly, Caroline could see every ripple and dip of the fabric around the stone woman's body. It was fascinating and beautiful and sad.

"No one will ever discover this place," Klaus spoke again, "I had a witch cast a spell to make it invisible. Someone can only see it if I show them."

"And you've never shown anyone?" Caroline asked, facing him. Klaus stared ahead at the statue.

"No, I like to keep it to myself," he replied, "time changes everything. It moves along faster than you might think. It's good to have something that won't ever change, that will always be there. I've had a million different homes over the centuries, but this is the only place I've ever been that truly feels like it is mine."

Caroline glanced toward the statue and back at him. She didn't even notice or care about their still joined hands.

"I can't even imagine not feeling at home. I just can't even think of the day when my mother and father will be dead, all of my friends, my town will be changed or gone. It just…overwhelms me," she sighed, "I guess this is a taste of it all. No friends. No family. Me on my own. I don't even know what I'll do."

Caroline released his hand and walked toward the fountain, sitting on the edge of the stone. She trailed her fingers through her murky reflection in the water, not caring that it was probably filthy. Klaus sat down next to her, she looked at his reflection as he spoke.

"It's not all bad," he said, "I've seen and done a million things that I would have never done as a human. There's a whole world out there. The possibilities are endless."

She looked away from his reflection and to his actual face. He turned and met her gaze, his eyes gray and piercing under the moonlight.

"But what's the point," she said, "if I have to do it all alone?"

Her eyes flicked around his face, waiting for his clever answer. Waiting for that sagely, centuries old advice that he always seemed to have at the ready. She really wanted to know, because now that future that she had been dreading wasn't 20 or 30 years away, it was already happening. If she didn't get back to her time, she'd be alone and even if she did, she would be alone eventually either way.

Caroline was so lost in her thoughts, so wrapped up in his eyes, she didn't even notice how close he was to her, until his lips met hers. She found herself unconsciously closing her eyes, feeling the way his mouth felt on her. His soft lips caressing her own, his hand sliding up her neck and into her hair. Under their own volition, Caroline's hands moved, and fisted in Klaus's curls. She gasped as he responded to her encouragement, holding her tighter and forcing his tongue into her mouth.

It wasn't their first kiss, and just like last time, every thought was whipped from her mind. This was what she needed, not to think, not to worry, just to feel. Feel the way his lips on her throat sent jolts of electricity throughout her body. Feel the way her heart pounded as his fingers pressed into her skin. She moaned into his mouth wanting more of this, whatever it was. A small thought in the back of her brain told her this was insane, but she didn't care, she welcomed the insanity.


What started out as gentle soon became rough and urgent. Klaus pulled her into his lap and attacked her throat. Her skin tasted so sweet and he was reminded of her equally as sweet blood, pumping just below his tongue. The beast within him growled for him to sink his teeth into her flesh, but he fought it down, settling to nip at her with his human teeth instead. The gasp that came from her at the tiny bite made his cock twitch within his pants.

He didn't know when he had decided to ravish her. He had thought about it once and again, ever since that day he had discovered her in the woods. She pissed him off to no end. She was stubborn and secretive and he couldn't trust her. But at the same time she was warm and light and he wanted her. By God, he wanted her so badly, with every inch of his undead being. When he saw Elijah touch her, he felt a rage unlike any that he had felt in centuries.

It was different than before. He and Elijah had loved the same girl a long time ago. She had given herself to both of them, and he had been well aware of that. But it was the way their little game was played. Caroline was different though. It was that damned red flower that had sent his fury over the edge that afternoon; that red poppy that hung from her ear. He remembered seeing the same flower in Tatia's hair after every time she had been with Elijah. It was Elijah's signal to Klaus that she had been with him. Yes Elijah had always been thought of as the nice and moral brother, but he could be just as cold and calculating. When Klaus had played with fire, Elijah had always played with ice.

But this time would be different. This girl in his arms would be his and his alone.

Klaus returned his lips to hers, invading her mouth with his tongue. Caroline repositioned herself, so that she was straddling his lap, her dress hitched up around her thighs. He ran his hand up her bare legs, smooth as silk, and dug his fingers into the top of her thighs. She ground her hips into him, her center rubbing over his erection, a heady moan escaping her lips at the exquisite contact.

"Klaus," she breathed, breaking away slightly. They were both shaking, Caroline sitting a top him, his hands dug firmly into her flesh. His eyes met hers as their foreheads touched, her delicate chest heaving from their kissing. He could feel his fangs elongating, the usual blood lust mixed with desire to have her. Her crystal eyes widened ever so slightly at the appearance of his fangs, excitement coursing through her veins.

A vicious howl ripped through the night, followed by another, and then another. Klaus ripped away from Caroline, his ears pricking, trying to discern the source of the sound.

"What was that?" Caroline asked, glancing around into the trees.

"Wolves," Klaus replied, listening still. He moved his hands from her legs to her waist, gently lifting her up as he stood and settling her on the ground. She reached down and straightened her skirt.

"But regular wolves right? Not werewolves. It isn't even full moon."

"No, they are definitely werewolves love, still in human form. Three, maybe four," Klaus cursed under his breath and walked toward the edge of the ruins. "I thought we might have a day or two before the pack came around to sniff for trouble."

Caroline walked to the edge the opposite edge of the space, trying to look out for whatever Klaus was attempting to spot. "What do you mean?"

"There's a wolf pack in every city in England," Klaus explained, walking back and forth, still searching the woods, "they'll have heard of our arrival. They'll want to know why we've returned."

"But why do they care? What will you Caroline was cut off as Klaus flashed behind her, wrapping a hand around her mouth and pulling her back. She whimpered slightly as she saw a giant man, one of the wolves, sniffing at the edge of the ruin. He was huge and bearded, his large muscles rippling beneath his shirt. Caroline knew this wolf-man could rip her apart without breaking a sweat. An invisible wall seemed to hide her from his gaze. He was staring hard in her direction, but didn't see her. Klaus kept his hand around her mouth, her hands gripping on to his arm for dear life, as he waited for the wolves to back away and head out of sight. He slowly released her as the last one left the area.

"What just—"

"The spell remember?" Klaus explained, "No one can see this place unless I show them." Caroline nodded and relaxed. "But, they can still hear and smell," he mused, "come on. We need to run."

Klaus took her hand and pulled her into the forest, dashing off at vampire speed. The wolves hadn't gone far, but they would be roaming the place for the rest of the night. Klaus knew that the wolves had already sensed them there; they were just waiting for them to come out.

He squeezed Caroline's hand in his, half dragging her along. She wasn't as old as he was, wasn't as fast, and he sensed the wolves moving toward them. The pack was closing in. It was less than a mile back to the castle, they'd be there in just another minute. One more minute. They broke through the woods and the castle was in sight, just over the hill.

But suddenly he felt Caroline's hand tear from his and her scream rang out, loud enough for all of London to hear.

"Klaus!"


Remember when I used to be queen of cliffhangers? Well the queen is back! Dun dun dunnnnn!

As always I apologize for any anachronisms. I take all of my medieval history from what I can google and what I see on Game of Thrones (even though that's fictional).

So yeah, definitely let me know what you guys think of the past two chapters. I personally love my little flashbacks to Klaus's life, creating my own little head canon for him.

And as I've continued writing him in the this story, I've noticed that he is way more angsty than he tends to be on the show. But my justification for it is that he's just in a different place in his existence at this point.

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