A/N: Hey guys, sorry for a bit of a wait! I've just started a new full-time job, as well as moved into my parents house where I now share a room, so it's been quite a workaround for me to write at the moment! Anyway, a couple of you guessed right about the direction that this story is now moving towards, so I hope you enjoy! R&R
"I understand, Klaus, I do not need it explained to me again."
Klaus sent the tumbler he was drinking from flying against the room, the glass smashing against the frame of the painting.
"No, love, I don't think you do or we would have finished this conversation by now!" He growled, prowling to the side table and pouring himself another drink of bourbon.
"I'm more than happy to end this conversation, Klaus! You said that the sleeping beauty Silas, guarding the all-powerful and all mystical cure, has the ability to drop the veil to the Other Side. So! We go let him do that, and we get everyone we love back."
"No." Klaus exhaled a thin spray of spittle through his clenched teeth. Caroline felt like she was going to explode with frustration.
"I'm not taking no for an answer!" She snapped back, her voice whiny and verging on the edge of hysterical. "What is it that you're so against? The cure? The risk of someone using it against you?" She crossed the room in two long strides, grabbing Klaus by the shoulders. It might not have been the wisest move, getting so close when he was in such a volatile and violent mood, but Caroline had to make him see sense. Somehow.
"I'll take it, Klaus. I'll swallow it down whole, or I'll crush it to dust. And I'll take you to the stake as well; before, after, during, I don't mind! You can have Kol back, and Finn, and anyone else that you've been missing over these past a thousand years. I can't even imagine. And-"
"Do you want the cure?" Klaus interrupted her suddenly, his voice still. Caroline blinked, having already moved past that point in the conversation what seemed like ages ago. Was he seriously just going to ignore the rest of it? She shrugged, then realised one of her hands had moved slightly to toy nonchalantly with one of Klaus' necklaces. Flushing red, she peeled her hands off him and clasped them behind her back, trying and failing to make the movement seem natural.
"If that's what it takes." She said finally, not sure how else to answer. Klaus was studying her, for once not even seeming to have noticed her embarrassing touchy display, something that normally would have set off some infuriating gloating about her passion for him, or whatever. But he was staring straight into her eyes instead, as if he was trying to see if she was telling the truth.
"You don't want to though, right?" He asked. Caroline shrugged again, starting to feel irritated. She wasn't quite dumb enough to realise that this was just a clever ploy to try change the subject.
"No. Probably not. But, like I said, if that's what it takes I'm able and willing." She held her hands up in a 'so help me' gesture.
"All you've done is tell me how terrible your life is." Klaus mused, not bothering with subtlety. Caroline felt herself wince slightly, though she tried to straighten her face out to seem unaffected.
"Why on earth would you continue for another thousand years? Especially, if you had the key to turning it all around and gaining back your average, high school life?"
Caroline chewed her bottom lip. "Well. I mean, there's no real chance of that, is there? That, in all reality, suffocated to death with me under Katherine's pillow." She twisted and untwisted her hands behind her back, the pressure making her shoulders strain. "I mean, wouldn't everything that had happened to me suck a whole infinite amount more if I was also weak? I would've died from alcohol poisoning for sure, by now. Also, I had a habit of making friends with unsanitary strangers." She shuddered, a few regretful memories flickering through her mind. "I like to be able to fight back, even if sometimes I feel like there's no point." Her voice dropped, so low that only Klaus with his supernatural hearing could've heard her whisper. "Plus, if I have them back, anything's worth it." Her entire demeanour seemed to droop, caving into itself as the sadness and guilt of her friend's death began to overcome her. This time, Caroline didn't bother fighting it off, trying to stand up straight and smile perkily. Maybe this would let Klaus see how important this was. He was staring at her, still intensely, his expression unreadable.
"Out of the question." He said abruptly, his voice leaving no room for argument. That is, for anyone but Caroline. She had found a new antidote to momentarily flush away the bad memories and sadness: absolute enraging anger at Niklaus Mikaelson.
"Why the hell not?" She growled, all sombre emotional speech flying out the window.
"Everyone. Dead. Back." Klaus hissed in reply, his furious face dangerously close. "Everyone you've ever killed. Hurt. Who's wanted to hurt you."
"Newsflash!" She snapped her fingers in front of his face. Seriously. She stared at them for a single moment, as if dumbfounded that she had actually done that, before thundering on; "I don't have many people that are going to come back angry from the grave. That's just you. And you're immortal, and indestructible, so what's the deal?"
"The deal, Caroline, is that it's not going to happen." Klaus said, his face once again smoothing into an unreadable blank canvas. He whirled away from her, pacing to the end of the room. Caroline watched him, trying to fight the feeling of tears prickling the back of her eyes. It was like fighting with a brick wall. She was never going to get through to him. Klaus was always going to look after number one, when it came truly down to the wire.
"The next clue is in New York." She said dully, heading towards the door that led out to the hallway. She wasn't going to stay in this stupid, ugly house a moment longer. Klaus was in front of the doorway before she could take more than two steps, his face still revealing nothing even as he blocked her exit. She glared up at him, her anger increasing as she felt the betraying tears well up in her eyes.
"You don't care about them at all, do you? You don't care that they're gone." She heard the words shudder out of her mouth, fought to swallow back her crying and composure.
"Not particularly, no."
"You're disgusting." Caroline tried to push past him, but Klaus held easily, not even seeming to feel her.
"Tell me why I should, Caroline. They staked Elijah, daggered Rebekah, killed Finn, killed Kol and tried to kill me more times than I can count." Klaus raised an eyebrow. "They should consider themselves lucky that they made it this far. I have been nothing but soft with them, in fact. They should've realised they were walking into a losing battle. No one fights against me and survives."
"I did!" Caroline shoved him again, as hard as she possibly could. He didn't budge an inch. "And yet, here I am! News flash, the whole reason we're in the same room again is because I was trying to kill you. Again."
Klaus smirked. Caroline never thought that a facial expression could infuriate her to this point of a blind red haze, her entire body trembling as she fought and fought with herself to remain in control.
"What?" She all but spat, her hands coming out to shove Klaus again. He caught them against his chest, his thumbs stroking circles into the back of her shaking palms.
"Caroline, love, you need to calm down." He said, his voice irritatingly soothing. "You're becoming hysterical and entirely nonsensical." One of his hands came up to tap her lightly on the temple, after which curling into a blonde of hair that was plastered to her forehead from sweat. Caroline jerked her head away so fast that she heard one of her minor bones snap. Klaus winced, his hand returning to the other still holding hers against his chest.
"Love," He chided, "All I'm trying to say is that I don't believe you."
"About what?" Caroline reeled backwards, trying to rip her hands out of his grasp, her brow crinkled in confusion.
"Trying to kill me." Klaus raised an eyebrow at her immediate scoff.
"Well, believe it." She growled, pulling at her hands again. Klaus held onto them easily, leaning forward so that he whispering directly into her ear. His hot breath sent a tickle down Caroline's body, but she refused to react.
"You would've died the moment you plunged the stake through my heart."
"Maybe I didn't care." Caroline said bitterly.
"If you didn't care about your own life then I'm sure you would have ended yourself some time during the first terrible, mournful decade." Klaus drew back, levelling her with his gaze. "I think that the revelation of the witches' stake just opened up an easy way for you to seek me out. You could lie to yourself and to the rest of the world the entire time, never admitting that you were simply looking company." Caroline gave her hands one last wrench and Klaus released them, making her stumble back.
"From who? You?" Caroline screwed up her face. "Are you really that up yourself?" She snapped, moving backward quickly so that was no longer in body heat proximity. "In case you missed the memo, I hate you."
"Then why give up each and every clue so easily?"
"You bit me!"
Klaus rolled his eyes. "As I have many times, and used my blood to save you each and every time as well. Why kiss me?"
Caroline felt every inch of her skin heat up in embarrassment, sweat beginning to bead on her forehead. "You kissed me!"
"And you kissed me back." Klaus shrugged. "You hold enough contempt for me embracing my true nature that you managed to convince yourself my demise was really your plan of action, when we both know it was so much more." Klaus quickly crossed the empty space between them, backing Caroline up until her back hit the opposite wall. He ducked his head in the crook between her neck and shoulder, inhaling her scent while his nose brushed a line of heat across her collarbone.
"The truth is that you hate the life you've been living, sweetheart. You feel too guilty wanting to live a good life while your friends have none, so you hide your true feelings under anger, and disapproval, when really, companionship is exactly what you've been craving. You've missed someone knowing you, someone knowing what you want and what you need and everything in between. You miss have a friend you can rely on when things become tough. And perhaps, you miss the way that I can make your toes curl when you look at me and see how much I desire you." He kissed Caroline at the hollow of her throat, the briefest brushing of lips. "No, I don't care about your friends. The only reason you have been allowed to live as you have after the ways you have betrayed me is because I like you, and because I see your own want for me despite the way you try to hide it. You hate yourself for coveting a monster, just as I feel my own stupidity when desiring after a teenage cheerleader."
Klaus drew back slightly, so that their faces were mere inches for each other.
"I would have you by now, in every sense of the word, if it wasn't for my own unfortunate temper. Make no mistake of that. But can you blame me, love? I went after the ones you care about only because they did the same to me."
Caroline shoved him away, needing him to get away from her now. His remarkably reasonable words, coupled with the way he felt on her, was stirring her up in ways that she didn't care to admit. What was she thinking? It didn't matter Klaus' reasoning's, even if they did make sense in his own twisted mind and perhaps even a little in her own. He had ruined her when he had killed her friends!
"Stop it, Klaus." She said, her voice shaking, and she cursed herself for showing any weakness at all in front of him. "Stop trying to talk yourself out of this. You can't really expect to do that. Like, ok! Maybe when I had no emotions and didn't care I could tell you that yes, seeing as you're good looking and have an accent and probably know a lot more than high school boys that maybe, the carnal gross vampire bit of me wants to kiss you. Or whatever." She crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "And even if by some rare chance you are right and I came to you seeking a connection, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, Klaus! Say again and again that I am stifling what I want, because I will continue to stifle it and convince myself that I hate you and keep hating you because of the way you ruined my life. So you can keep trying to touch me and whisper sweet nothings and even if some parts of me wants to give in to you, the bigger, badder part will never let that happen. Do you understand?" Caroline made her way towards the bedroom door again, purposefully bumping her shoulder against his and aggravating a growl out of Klaus. "You're right. I don't want to die. Go to New York, find the stake, and destroy it. I'm going to raise Silas." She walked straight into Klaus' chest again, finding him once again right in the way of the door. "You know, I am really getting sick of-"
"I may be immortal, Caroline, but you are not. We are being watched constantly from the Other Side, by Mikael and my mother and countless other enemies. They will have seen the high regard I hold you in, and they will seek to destroy you. I will not allow that to happen."
Caroline gritted her teeth. "It's not your choice to make."
"Of course it is. You know nothing of Silas and will get nowhere or nothing done without my help."
"I'll manage. Let me pass."
"Don't be ridiculous." Klaus sighed, his entire body heaving. "I block you now and you'll run tonight, won't you?"
"I'm getting my friends back." Caroline lifted her chin.
"I guess…when you have your friends back, there'll be no bad blood left between us." Klaus pondered for second, one hand coming up to seemingly subconsciously tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. She slapped it away.
"I mean, yeah, there will be." Caroline disagreed. "Sorry, but I'll probably still remember the decades I spent in agony over it."
"Hmm. I'm sure I'll find a way to make it up to you." Klaus grinned slowly, as if he was imagining it in detail.
"Look, just get out of the way, ok? I'm going to save my friends, even if I need to face the oldest immortal being in the world by myself."
"Spare me the theatrics, Caroline." Klaus rolled his eyes. "I'll help you partake in the stupidest decision of your life."
Caroline narrowed her eyes. "Really? Just like that? You're suddenly fine with something you were literally frothing at the mouth at before."
"I'm beginning to learn that only make you more eager to do whatever makes me mad." Klaus sighed again. "I have one condition. We find the stake and destroy it first. No point in having two potential weapons if we're grave digging everyone that wants to see me dead."
Caroline was staring at him, trying to work out the angle he was playing. "And…no point in having this argument now, when you could delay it and also conveniently have my company while you destroy the stake, which is what you wanted to do this entire time. Your stance on this hasn't changed at all."
Klaus grinned, not at all perturbed that she had seen right through his facade. "Not at all."
"That's not fair."
"When have I ever played fair?"
"So, let me get this straight." Caroline said, crossing her arms. "I go with you across the country and help you out with whatever you want, and then I'm right back to square one with the whole Silas thing? What 's my motivation?"
"I'd probably be in a better mode after destroying the stake." Klaus offered, smirking at himself. "Besides, we both know you need me to help with Silas. You'd still be at square one with even locating him by the time I've finished finding and getting rid of the stake, and in that scenario, I'd be slightly peeved at doing it all alone and less inclined to help." He turned a pair of wide, innocent looking eyes at her, laughing when she scoffed and rolled her eyes at him.
"Oh, I am so over it, Klaus." She told him. "We do it your way, then we will be doing it mine."
Caroline decided to take her small victories as she could get them. While Klaus was busy looking into anything related to 'Pearl Yung' in New York, he put her in charge of booking their flights, with strict instructions of booking the entire first class cabin for their privacy. She also insisted a mandatory shopping trip for herself before the flight, claiming that she had a pathetically trashy and empty suitcase. She threw out the tight dress, and a lot of her other clothes too, a lot of them now too Goth and ripped for her liking. She didn't know what she had been thinking, but mostly she had needed to fit in with Eric's crowd who wore all black and hung out in scummy vampire den bars. She could dress like herself now, and treated herself to a pricey new wardrobe at the expense of Klaus. If he had a problem, he could consider it payment for her helping him out. As if she hadn't already needed to pay enough. The constant surge of Liz Liz Liz kept trying to fight its way too her surface, to make her breakdown in tears and give up, but Caroline refused to let it. Like she had told Klaus, she was adept at covering things she didn't want to think about. She wasn't going to think about Liz, and she definitely wasn't going to think about having feelings that were anything more than platonic wariness for Klaus. She was going to think about her friends, and for the first time in decades that train of thought didn't send her plummeting into a dark place of guilt and anguish.
She could save them. Klaus may not be on her side yet but he would be in time, she would see to that, and then she would bring them back and have them again.
As she walked through the airport beside Klaus, rolling an expensive new suitcase behind her, Caroline found herself with an almost comical skip in her step. Klaus had noticed her sudden sunny new persona, definitely, and seemed to be enjoying it, but he hadn't commented, probably not wanting to start another argument about his opinion on the Silas matter. Not that his opinion mattered. She would make him see the right opinion soon, anyway.
"Caroline, love, get out our tickets." Klaus paused at the airport gates, smiling at her expectantly. Caroline laughed to herself. Oh, she was going to get a kick out of this, her payback for waking up twice too many in a compelled plane seat.
"Economy?" Klaus growled as she handed over the tickets. "Is this some sort of a joke?"
"Yes." Caroline smiled sunnily at him. "Obviously."
"Well, ha ha." Klaus said drily. "I'll go compel the hostess now to fix the error."
"Stop." Caroline grabbed his arm. "I like travelling like normal people, Klaus."
"Why? You're not normal."
Caroline flinched slightly. "Yeah, well, I still like to pretend sometimes. I'm not into the big showy acts of opulence, like renting out first class. And I was in charge of buying the tickets, so we'll sit where I say."
Klaus glared at her, narrowing his eyes. "This method of trying to get under my skin is fruitless, love. You're just trying to prove some ridiculous notion to me, pointlessly, I may point out."
Caroline's scathing look at him made him smile, antagonizing her more. "You know, the reason you think me wanting to be human and normal is so ridiculous is because you've never actually tried it yourself." She swiped both tickets and they made their way into the economy boarding lounge, finding two empty hard, uncomfortable grey plastic seats amongst a swarms of people, some sleeping, some eating loudly, some in pyjamas. As pack of sweaty, gross, normal people, just like she had wanted. Klaus was staring murderously around them, looking very much liked he'd like to slaughter them all.
"The reason I've never tried it, love, is because I don't need to know my way is better. I'll bet you don't even enjoy this."
Caroline leant back against the hard back of the chair, trying to look comfortable. "Actually, I love it." She lied, not meeting Klaus' amused eyes.
"I'm telling you, Bill, they aren't friends. They've got the look of newlyweds."
"Come on, look at the look on his face! Newly split up, maybe."
"Oh, he's probably just looking like that because he saw someone checking out his wife. He seems the protective type." Klaus shot his head into the direction of the gossiping elderly couple, talking in whispers and staring at him and Caroline from the seats opposite. His murderous mood suddenly giving way to amusement, he slung an arm across Caroline's shoulders, pulling her tightly to him and ignoring her small squeal of protest.
"Newlyweds." He confirmed to the couple, leaning over to peck Caroline on the cheek.
"Klaus." She hissed in his ear,
"You said you like to pretend to be normal, darling." He whispered back, his amusement growing at her expression darkening to match his earlier one. With one last glare at him she forced a smile on, facing the couple. She wasn't about to make a scene in the airport, or worse, have to compel them and prove to Klaus that she wasn't travelling the way she wanted to , like a normal person.
"Honeymoon." She said cheerfully, through gritted teeth. She felt Klaus's arm move down and slip to around her waist, felt his fingers press a rhythm of light indentations into the sensitive skin just above her waist. His head ducked to the top of her head, pressing a scorching kiss she could feel through her hair. He pulled her tightly to him, so that their thighs were pressed together.
"I'm crazy about her." He told the couple, his voice taking on a campy overtone that made Caroline laugh, despite herself.
"You two are very cute! How did you meet?"
Caroline felt like telling the truth, wiping that smug look of Klaus' face, but then she'd have to compel them, and he would win.
"I'm afraid it's not so romantic," She said instead, and watched as Klaus shot her a curious look, no doubt wondering if she was going to spill the beans.
"I was dating someone else at the time, but Klaus was quite insistent." She raised an eyebrow at the couple, her voice taking on the confidential tone as if she was confessing a secret.
"Well, when I want something I get it." Klaus murmured, more to her than the interested watching couple.
"We'll see." She hissed back in vampire-low undertones, before turning her pageant smile back at Bill and his wife.
"It was very spontaneous." Caroline smiled coyishly, then held out her hand, her smile twisting into a disappointed frown. "He couldn't even get the ring in time." Klaus was watching her, admiration at her believable acting outweighing his irritation at her latest addition to the story. He laughed, grabbing her hand and pressing it to his mouth, kissing the bare ring finger as Caroline turned to glare at him.
"My wife, hilarious," He grinned. "New York is just the first stop on our honeymoon travels, and the place where the previously ordered ring is waiting." He winked at the couple. "It was too valuable to ship. And," He turned to Caroline, his hand moving from her waist to brush her hair back over her shoulder. He delighted in the way she seemed to come to life and shiver under his touch, even as her eyes shot daggers at him.
"After New York we have Paris, of course, the city of love."
"Ooh!" The older women clapped her hands together, practically cooing. "And here we are going for a Mets game!" She nudged her husband harshly in the ribs. "Why don't you take me to Paris?" She turned her eyes back to Klaus and Caroline, smiled widely at them.
"I knew you two were in love." She looked pleased with herself. "You can just tell, you know, when it's real. I'm a sexual health therapist." Klaus felt Caroline heat up from embarrassment, tightened his grip and pulled her closer as he smirked.
"I see couples, husbands, wives, each and every day." She leant forward, her hands clasping under her chin. "You two will be very happy together."
"That's all I want." Klaus said softly, and Caroline didn't like the twinge of sincerity in his tone. She wriggled out of his grasp and stood up suddenly, grabbing his hand at the last minute to continue with the charade.
"Thanks." She gave the wife a strained smile. "But we should probably be boarding now." Klaus grabbed her suitcase before she could, so that he was carrying both of them, and waved charmingly back at the couple.
"Lovely to meet you. I know how to come for, down the line, if my wife and I ever need it." Caroline aimed a sharp elbow at this ribs while he laughed.
"They were nice." He murmured, moving his free hand out of hers and wrapping it around her waist again, pulling her close to them as they walked.
"Let go of me." Caroline hissed.
"Uh uh," Klaus chided, "They might still be watching. We don't want them to know the truth, do we darling, that we aren't normal?"
"Right." Caroline's voice dripped with sarcasm. "I forgot how many normal couples had to travel across the country to pick up their hyper expensive wedding ring."
"We can, if you want."
Caroline whirled on him, stumbling backwards and pushing a stranger backwards.
"Watch it!" The man snapped. Klaus growled. Caroline reined in her stray elbow, flushing.
"Don't joke about things like that." She said to Klaus.
"I'm only joking if you think I am." Klaus shrugged. "Come on, we don't want to miss the plane." Klaus put her luggage in the overhead compartment for her, the perfect gentleman, and let her take the window seat again. Caroline thought about protesting that they should take turns, didn't want him to do her all these favours, but decided that, actually, she deserved it and faced with her entire body turned towards the window, her back to Klaus. The armrest between them was detachable, and before Caroline could react, Klaus had it up and was pulling her backwards to him, his arms curling her waits in a vicelike grip.
"Klaus." Caroline breathed angrily. "Let go of me now."
"Can't do that, love," Klaus murmured near her ear, his hot breath warming the back of her neck. "We're keeping up an appearance for Bill and his lovely wife." Caroline twisted backwards, as much as she could in the awkward position she was in, and sure enough there was the same elderly couple, whispering and waving at them. Caroline forced a grin, before twisting back and aiming a sharp elbow in Klaus' side. He didn't make any sign of feeling it.
"I'm going to get you back for this." Caroline warned.
"Mm. For now love, why don't you just relax and enjoy the view?" Klaus jostled her slightly, so that Caroline had to lean all of her weight on him, and he wrapped his arms tighter around her, enveloping her in him just like he did on the bed on Tokyo. Despite herself, Caroline felt her betraying body relax against the warmth and solidness of Klaus, her head lolling back to rest against his chest as she watched the plane began to roll and lift into the air.
"Caroline. Wake up, sweetheart."
Caroline felt a cool hand drift across her forehead, a sudden contrast to the warm solidness of the embrace she was lying in. She felt secure and beyond comfortable, and wriggled backwards further into the hug, allowing the gentle hand to continue stroking patterns on her skin. She was so warm, and enveloped by the most intoxicating smell, like leather and…Klaus. Caroline bolted upright, scrambling to the other side of the small seat, as far away as she could from the Hybrid she had just been cuddling with.
"Oh my God!" She snapped, drawing her legs under her chin in a ball shape and away from Klaus. "You took that joke way too far!" Klaus' eyes weren't full of the amusement they had been earlier, however, instead they were trained in her in that way he had looked at her at his ball or the first night in Tokyo; raw desire bordering on the way a predator would look on his prey. Despite herself, Caroline shivered under his gaze. Slowly, Klaus reached out his hand and mirrored his earlier actions, brushing his thumb across Caroline's cheek and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. Caroline's hands twitched, wanting to slap his hand away but seemingly unable to make the hard journey up there. She averted her gaze, unable to meet his eyes anymore, and pushed herself further away out of his grasp.
"Don't do that." She muttered under her breath, still feeling the line he had traced across her face burn from his touch.
"Don't try to pass off your own feelings as some sort of manipulation on my front" Klaus replied, his voice edged with frustration.
"Oh, I won't." Caroline snapped. "I don't need to add something else onto the already very long list of things I blame on you." She met his stare again, her temper bringing her confidence. Klaus was still looking at her in exactly the same way, as if she was the only person on this entire plane and as if he was moments away from prying that to her. Caroline jutted out her chin, refusing to allow herself to give in and shrink away as being look at like that made her want to. Klaus tapped a finger against his chin.
"And if I can acquit myself of every sin you hold me accountable for? Then what?"
Caroline swallowed at the challenge in his tone. She knew the answer he wanted, and she also knew the answer she was meant to give him, but for once, she was at a loss for words. What she should do, is allow Klaus to 'acquit' himself and work with her to bring Silas back, and then her friends, and then walk away with her friends into the sunset, leaving the damn Hybrid by himself. But, was she really going to do that? Looking at him now, she really couldn't tell. How weird would it be to go back to a life without him? When he had already stormed through it twice, each time causing just as much havoc as the last. Would they continue this deadly, destructive cat-and-mouse game until she finally gave in? And did she want to give in, anyway?
"Then…" Caroline searched for the right words, coming up blank. "Um. I guess we have to go to blank slate."
"Start again?" Klaus raised an eyebrow.
"Well, no. I don't think we can do that. I mean, maybe we can go back to being…friends, like we were before." Caroline tugged at one of her curls. What was she doing? Making deals with the devil, as per usual? Klaus pondered her words, rolling the word 'friend' around his head.
"So you'll give me another chance?" He asked.
"Wait! Let's just not…go there. I don't know. No. Maybe."
Klaus grinned. He knew Caroline, exactly how much of a control freak she was. In her books, if it wasn't black and white then it was muddy shade of grey that he could colour to his own advantage. Out of Caroline Forbes's lips, a maybe was as good as yes in his books.
"Have you ever been to New York before?" Klaus changed the subject abruptly, leaning back against his seat. "I always quite fancied the idea of showing you the world."
Caroline rolled her eyes, but was secretly relieved for that awkward conversation to be over. "Well, sorry to dash your dreams, but I've been already."
"As a human in a vampire's body, or did you see it as a true vampire should?"
Caroline rolled her eyes again, making the move as exaggerated as she could. "Don't start with this elite bloodline vampire thing again."
"Don't worry." Klaus grinned, the cat who got the cream. "I'll make sure we have a splendid time, even with the circumstances. And after that, I'll get started on my list. Look out the window, love, we're landing."