A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update again, I got writers block with this chapter but finally got it done luckily (:

If you notice any weird spelling/grammar errors in this chapter I apologise, I wrote this chapter on my iPad and autocorrect comes up with the most messed up corrections for things :L


Despite the fact that I was only one month pregnant I could already feel my maternal instinct kicking in, and one thing that made that pretty obvious was that I couldn't tear my eyes away from the woman playing with her baby across the room from me and Tyler.

We were sat in the hospital waiting room waiting for the nurse to call my name, I was about to have my first ultra-sound scan and I was feeling pretty nervous. All they would be able to tell me today is whether the baby is healthy as its way too early on to know the sex and whether (god forbid) there is more than one baby or not.

I smiled at the woman as she played peeka-boo with her son, the baby bursting into a fit of giggles everytime she said 'boo'.

I nudged Tyler in the arm. "Tyler, look."

"What?"

"The woman with the baby. They're so cute together." I said as I pointed across the room to them.

"Yeah." He said in the most uninterested voice ever. His paternal instinct clearly wasn't appearing yet, but I was sure it would eventually...or at least I hoped it would.

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye to see him looking as bored as hell.

It's been two weeks since I told him I was pregnant and I was beginning to get worried about his complete lack of concern over this whole situation. Everytime I tried to bring it up he would instantly change the subject to anything other than that. He definately seems to be in denial right now which is clearly going to become a problem later on during my pregnancy when I would need him to help me more.

At that moment a young blonde very pretty looking nurse came out to the waiting room.

"Caroline Forbes?"

"Yes." I said as I got up and Tyler followed behind me.

"This way." She said and smiled at me as we began to follow her down a long hallway. I'd been in the hospital many times before but the maternity ward was the one part I never would have thought I'd go to. This part of the hospital was a lot brighter and a lot more colorful, and there were loads of posters plastered all over the walls with pictures of mothers with babies advertising things.

As we walked behind the nurse I glanced over to Tyler for reassurance, but he was apparently too busy checking out her ass. And he wasn't even trying to be discreet about it.


"How did your ultra-sound go?" Bonnie asked me as I stood indecisively trying to choose between a burger or salad for lunch.

"Good, they can't really too much at this point, its too early on. But they said by the looks of things so far everything seems to be okay." I said as I chose the burger.

I paid for my lunch and waited while Bonnie and elena got theirs, then we turned to go find a table in the cafeteria.

We began walking through the large over-crowded room to an empty table in the back, but as I walked passed small groups of people near me fell silent and turned to look at me, some of them whispering bitchy little comments to each other they thought I couldn't hear.

My friends looked at me sympathetically as we sat down.

"Just ignore them Care." Bonnie insisted.

"Oh I don't care what they think." I told her.

To be honest that wasn't completely true, but I certainly did care a lot less than I would have back when I was a human. Back when I was emotionally unstable, neurotic and paranoid about everything.

The day after I told Tyler he told a few of the guys on the football team, who told the cheerleading squad, who naturally told everyone within a five mile radius of Mystic Falls meaning that the whole school knew by the end of fourth period that I was pregnant.

And to make things even worse there's a rumor going around about it - That the baby isn't even Tyler's. The rumor was that someone saw me at the grill one evening with some guy then I left with him then we hooked up, so the baby is supposedly his, whoever he was.

Although I knew this was just a rumor I had a nigging suspicion that this rumor stemmed from the night I was drunk with Klaus, maybe someone from school saw me there and this is how it all started. This was the most likely possibility in my eyes as I had to admit I was flirting with him a lot that night and I did leave with him, but he only drove me home and nothing happened.

The first couple of days that I knew of this rumor it bothered me but now I didn't really care that much anymore as my friends, Tyler and I all knew what the truth was. People would get over it eventually, deep down they know its not true. They just love having something to gossip about.

"So...what are you going to do about the pageant in a few weeks?" Elena asked me.

"Oh I'm still doing it. I'm not going to let this get in the way of my life, and besides, I want to have at least one more chance to get to dress up before I get too big to fit into anything anymore."

"Great, that's exactly what I wanted to hear." Elena said and smiles brightly.

I giggled. "Well we have to go dress shopping this weekend. I saw a blue dress in the store window I think would look great on you Elena."


Standing in front of the mirror in the dressing room of the only formal dress store town, I was supposed to be deciding whether or not I liked the dress I was currently trying on, but instead I was trying to picture what I would look like when my baby bump would start to show.

I turned to the side and cocked my head slightly.

"Caroline? How's it going in there?" Elena asked from outside the door.

My head snapped around to the door then back to the mirror as I quickly remembered what I should be doing. Making a decision about the dress and daydreaming about the pageant. I quickly looked myself up and down and came to the conclusion that the style of this dress didn't suit me.

I sighed. "Don't like it. Can you pass me the blue one please?"

A moment later the door opened and Elena handed me a deep blue strapless dress.

Bonnie and I had already helped Elena choose her dress for the pageant, and now they were helping me. Me and Elena had both decided to enter the pageant again this year, although seeing as I'd been crowned Miss Mystic Falls last year the chances of the judges choosing me again this year were pretty low, but the whole process of the pageant was just so much fun I couldn't help myself from doing it again. We'd tried to convince Bonnie to enter this year, but we'd had no luck as she just kept on insisting that pageants weren't really her thing.

After struggling for a while to undo the zipper on the back of the dress I already had on, I eventually came out of the dressing room wearing the blue one Elena had picked out for me.

"What do you think?" I asked my friends as I smiled brightly.

"Oh my god Caroline, that's gorgeous!"

"That looks beautiful on you, care."

I turned around to look in a mirror. "I really love this one..." I smiled happily.

I ran my hands over the silky dark blue material that clung to my waist before I heard the store door open. Still looking in the mirror, I glanced up to the reflection of the doorway behind me to see Rebekah entering the store with one of the other cheerleaders from school.

Elena, Bonnie and I all turned to look at her. "What are you doing here?" I demanded to know.

"I'm entering the pageant, therefore I need a dress." She said like it was totally obvious.

"Since when were you entering?" I asked suspiciously. I knew the names of the few other girls that were entering and Rebekah Mikaelson wasn't one of them.

"I'm a late entry." She smiled.

"Well good luck." I replied sarcastically as I rolled my eyes at her.

Rebekah smiled bitchily at me before walking off across the store, the girl following close behind her like a lost puppy as they went to go look at dresses.

A little while later I'd decided on and paid for the blue dress I tried on. Elena and Bonnie had already left as they'd agreed to meet Matt at the grill after he finished his work shift, whereas I stayed behind as I still had to choose which shoes would go best with my dress.

Every now and again I'd glanced over at Rebekah and the girl on the other side of the store. I saw that Rebekah had tried on loads of really nice dresses, but from the look on her face she clearly didn't have the same opinion on them as me.

"I hate everything, I'm not wasting anymore time in here." She sighed. "I'll just end up getting something designer anyway."

She turned to face the girl. "You can go now." She said in a very demanding manner.

I quickly moved my eyes from Rebekah's face to the girl's face to see her looking back at Rebekah with a blank expression. She nodded then turned and began walking across the store towards the exit remaining completely silent the whole time.

It became apparent to me in that moment that she was compelled by Rebekah to assist her in dress shopping, which didn't really surprise me to be honest, but as much of a bitch as Rebekah is I couldn't help but find it kinda sad that she felt it necessary to compell fake friends rather than just take the time and effort to make real ones, almost as if she thought she wasn't capable of making real friends.

Rebekah then began to turn around, so not wanting her to know I was watching her I quickly turned back to the shelves of high heels I was looking at.

Just as I settled my eyes on a pair of black heels I jumped at the sound of Rebekah's voice so close to me.

"Those would go great with your dress." She suggested, gesturing to the shoes I was looking at.

I glanced at her then let my eyes drift back to the shoes. Even thought I agreed with her, they were gorgeous and would look amazing with it, I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing this.

I shrugged. "Eh. I don't know."

"Fine. Don't accept my help then." She spat, her voice turning cold again.

I turned to look at her again but she'd already disappeared.

I sighed as I took the shoes from the shelf, paid for them then left the store.

As I opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk I noticed Rebekah stood a few metres away from me on the phone.

"I don't care how busy you are! I'm not walking all the way across town to get home, just come and pick me up, Nik!" She yelled into her phone.

Rebekah paused for a moment and as she did I overheard Klaus on the other side of the call tell her to just compel someone to drive her home.

"Fine." She huffed and hung up.

I have no idea why but I then found myself walking over to her.

"You okay?" I asked.

"No, my brother won't come pick me up."

"I could drive you home...if you wanted." I offered before I realised what I was saying.

I seriously do not understand why I just offered to do that for her of all people, but I thought it may have something to do with the feeling sorry for her moment I'd had just now and when Rebekah had actually offered to help me.

She turned to look at me with a surprised expression on her face.

She nodded. "Yeah...that would be good thanks." She said then smiled slightly.


"So how come you don't have your own car?" I asked as I pulled out of the parking lot.

"I can't drive." Rebekah replied.

My eyes widened a little in surprise as I turned to look at her. "You can't?!"

"You forget I've been in a coffin for the past 90 years." She laughed. "Cars had only just recently been invented before I got daggered and women didn't generally drive back then."

"Oh yeah, that must kinda suck." I mumbled.

"Yep."

"Well I strongly recommend that you do learn to drive. Trust me, it'll make your life a heck of a lot easier and you won't have to rely on other people all the time." I suggested.

Rebekah smiled and nodded.

A minute of silence passed before either of us spoke again.

"So how's it going with your...thing." Rebekah asked.

"My thing?" I laughed, noticing that she used a similar way of asking about it as Klaus did - ("How are you doing with...that?")

"Oh you mean the fact that I'm a vampire who broke the rules and somehow got knocked up?" I continued, "I'm doing absolutely fantastic, thanks for asking." I said sarcastically earning a giggle from Rebekah.

A few more minutes later I pulled up outside Rebekah's house.

"Wow...your house is amazing."I sighed as I stared up at the beautiful building in front of us.

"Yeah. Nik did all this. Well, actually he was the one that compelled all the construction men to do all this, but everything was his idea." She smiled.

"Well he did a good job of it. It really is beautiful..."

"Do you want to come in?" Rebekah asked, surprising me.

I was about to say yes when I suddenly remembered who was making this offer. This was Rebekah, the original bitch. I did not want to go trying to befriend her.

"Oh, I uh...have to get home actually." I replied.

Rebekah glanced at me and I knew that she'd caught the look in my eyes, she knew exactly what I was thinking and why I'd rejected her offer. "Fine. Thanks for the lift home." She said quickly, going back to her bitchy self as she started to get out of my car. As she did I took note of the slightly disappointed look on her face. It was obvious Rebekah was just looking for a friend, and I had to admit I didn't think she was all that bad if you're nice to her, she just seems to be very misunderstood by everyone.

I suddenly found myself getting out of the car too.

"Actually...I think I will come in if that's okay." I said and smiled.

Rebekah smiled back at me as she turned and began walking towards the front door, I followed behind her staring at the beautifully architectured mansion as we walked. As she opened the front door and I took in the sight of the huge entrance room before me memories of the last and only other time I'd been here before came flooding back to me, the night of the ball hosted by Klaus's mother Esther, who fortunately was long gone now.

"Do you want a drink?" Rebekah asked as she took her jacket off and left her bag on the small table by the front door.

"Yeah, thanks." I replied as I followed her into a kitchen that was about three times the size of mine.

Rebekah walked over to the fridge and took out a bottle of red wine, then went to take two glasses from a cabinet.

"Uh, can't." I said suddenly, gesturing to the wine bottle.

"Right, I forgot. That must suck for you." She sighed.

"Yep."

She walked across the room and opened the door to what looked like neither fridge.

"How about something a little stronger then?" She smirked as she held up a blood bag.

"Oh yes please..." I whined eliciting a laugh from her.

"What type do you want?"

"B positive."

She took a blood bag out of the fridge and threw it to me, I caught it and emptied it into one of the wine glasses as she poured herself a glass of wine.

"Thanks." I said as I took a sip, then glanced around the room again.

"I bet you have personal chefs or something." I mocked.

Rebekah laughed. "Some of the time, Nik and Elijah are the only ones in this family that can cook."

"Not Kol?"

"Nah he's just too lazy to do anything for himself." She smirked.

"Don't you know how to cook? I asked.

"Nope." She answered, popping the 'P'.

"Not even cake?" I said and smiled sweetly.

"I'm afraid not, but I do love cake." She replied and smiled back at me.

"Well I'll have to show you how to make one then. Do you have any cookbooks or something?"

"On the shelf." She said as she walked across the room and took one of the books off the shelf. She gave it to me and I flipped it open to find the section on confectionary food.

After debating over what sort of cake we should make we eventually agreed on chocolate cupcakes, and we spend the next hour or so making the cake mixture and deciding on how we were going to decorate them while we waited for the cupcakes to bake.

"So I hear you've been spending a lot of time with my brother recently." Rebekah mentioned as we started layering the chocolate icing on the cakes.

"Mm." I mumbled not even looking at her, hoping she wouldn't go into it as I didn't want people thinking there was anything going on between us.

"What happened to you hating him like the rest of the world?" She asked.

I shrugged. "He's not as bad as everyone makes out he is."

Rebekah raised an eyebrow as if she didn't agree with that.

"He's alright if you take five minutes to get to know him better." I told her.

"He's an annoying little arse. Try living with him." She whined making me giggle.

"I have a question. You're to answer me honestly." She said suddenly. "What does Nik act like when he's alone with you."

I paused for a moment then spoke. "He's...really sweet when he wants to be, he makes me laugh at lot, and surprising he's actually quite affectionate." I said and smiled.

Rebekah stopped what she was doing and stared at me. She looked really surprised.

"Are we still talking about the same man here?" She said eventually.

"What? Why?" I questioned.

She paused for a second and looked down. "Weird." She said quietly to herself.

"What's weird?" I asked.

She looked back up to me. "I mean he's had a few infatuations with women before, but non quite like this..."

"What are they normally like?"

"Usually he shows a bit of affection towards them at first, then he begins to manipulate them and play around with their lives, but eventually they usually end up crossing the line and doing something to piss him off, so he kills them. Quite sad really." She told me.

"It's often quite predatory in a way, nothing like you described it, with them its very much like an obsession, but with you it almost seems like-" She suddenly stopped speaking.

"Like what?" I urged her to continue.

"I don't know..."

"Huh..." I said as I took in everything Rebekah just told me.

What struck me as being strange about this was that Klaus's obsession with me appeared to be very unique compared to the rest. What was so different about me from all those other women? The way Rebekah described it made it seem like it was a game for him, with them at least. But for me it didn't feel like a game, this felt like klaus had a genuine interest in me. But then again, this is Klaus, so who knows?

I came back to reality to see Rebekah had gone back to decorating the cakes.

"You're good at this." She commented as I went back to helping her.

I laughed. "Why do you sound so surprised?"

"Because we've actually found something you're better than me at." She smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "My grandmother taught me how to do all this. I used to spend weekends with her when I was little and we used to spend the whole time baking things." I smiled.

I glanced over at Rebekah who had suddenly gone silent and I noticed she looked a bit upset. I decided to shut up on the talk of my childhood as it was probably that that prompted Rebekah to start thinking about her human childhood which from what I've heard wasn't exactly full of happy memories.

A little while later we'd finished decorating the cakes. I stepped back from the kitchen counter slightly and smiled as I turned to face Rebekah. She turned to look at me at the same moment and as we did we both burst out laughing at the sight of the mess we were both in.

I glanced down at myself to see I had icing sugar, chocolate sauce and cake mix all over the front of my top, on my hands, in my hair and probably all over my face too.

"You can use my bathroom to clean yourself up if you like." Rebekah offered as she laughed at me.

"Which room's yours?"

"Upstairs, left hallway, second door on the right."

"Thanks." I said as I headed out of the kitchen, pushing the door open with my butt not wanting to touch anything and spread the mess.

As I headed upstairs to the room Rebekah had directed me to I thought about how I found her sudden friendliness towards me a little bit strange coming from her, but I figured she's probably just desperate for a friend, not that she would ever admit that, nor would I ever dare accuse her of it.

The moment I entered Rebekah's bedroom I instantly felt envious of the room. It was gorgeous. The walls were painted cream, with black and white regal patterned wallpaper on the wall behind her bed, the bed being massive and really comfy looking with white sheets. The carpet was cream with a white fluffy rug in the middle of the room, there was a giant flat screen TV on the wall opposite the bed and a dresser covered in designer perfumes and makeup, also holding a framed black and white photo of Rebekah and Klaus in what looked like the 1920's.

I sighed as I stared at the room and wished I had a bedroom like this. Mine was just half the size and nowhere near as beautiful as this.

I headed into the bathroom which, no surprise, was just as beautiful as the bedroom itself, and went over to the mirror to see the state I was in.

I just about managed to get the chocolate sauce out of my hair, the icing sugar off my face and most of the cake mix off my top, hopefully the washing machine would do the rest of the job for me.

Once I was finished cleaning myself up the best I could I walked back out to Rebekah's bedroom and took one last glance at it before I left.

I looked down the hallway to see lots of doors and wandered which room was Klaus's. My eyes slowly swept over them all then settled on the door straight across the hall from Rebekah's room. I could already feel curiosity beginning to get the better of me and I decided to just take a quick peep to see if it was indeed his. He wasn't home, neither was Kol and Rebekah was still downstairs, so it couldn't hurt right?

I opened the door a crack and poked my head around it as I glanced across the room.

Bingo.

I pushed the door fully open and stepped in, one hundred percent sure that this was Klaus's bedroom, I could recognise his style anywhere.

I walked across the dark mahogany wooded floor and slowly turned taking in the sight of the room before me. The walls were dark with artwork hung on them, some of them I recognised as famous paintings, although I certainly wouldn't be surprised if some of them were actually the originals. There were a few old shelfs placed around the room holding a billion and one books, some looked really old, as in centuries old. There was also a fireplace and across the room from that the biggest most comfiest looking bed I'd ever seen, with white sheets and and black throw across the end of it.

I wandered slowly across the room to a desk with lots of Klaus's artwork scattered all over it. I looked through some of the drawings laying on top of one of the piles then came across a black sketchbook hidden underneath a few blank pieces of paper. I opened it to find pages and pages of drawings, mostly landscapes and faces of people I didn't recognise. I flipped though the pages admiring each one, especially drawings of a snowy mountainous area, a women in a long flowing dress and another woman facing away with long beautiful hair that reached her waist.

I was about to turn the pages again when my phone vibrated, I reached into the back pocket of my jeans and took it out to see I had one new message. A chill went down my spine when I read it.

'Having fun invading my personal space?'

My eyes widened at the thought that he somehow knew what I was doing, wherever he was, and I knew at that moment that I need to leave, like now. I may be on Klaus's good side but he's still Klaus and rifling through his room without his permission could very likely be crossing the line with him.

In a rush to get out of his room I spun around and smacked into something hard, dropping the book on the floor as I stumbled backwards. I looked up at Klaus's face, expecting to see him frowning and annoyed with me but fortunately for me instead he was smirking and looked amused. I sighed in relief.

He chuckled and looked down at the book laying face down on the floor.

"I'll take that." He said as he bent down to pick it up.

He stood back up and looked at me with raised eyebrows as he waited for me to explain.

I stared down at the floor in front of me feeling my cheeks blush bright red as I stood there like an ashamed child.

"I...was just-" I stuttered.

"Snooping." He finished for me.

"Yeah." I mumbled then looked back up at him again to see he was smirking at the fact that I was blushing.

"Rebekah invited me in. I came up to use her bathroom." I told him.

"Because this is her bathroom isn't it?" He said sarcastically as he eyed the stains on the front of my top.

"We were making cakes." I continued, earning a surprised look from him.

"Since when are you friends with my sister? I thought you to hated each other."

"We're not friends, I drove her home and she invited me in. Problem?"

"Not at all." He smiled.

"Good." I said as I glanced down at the time on my phone.

"Well, I gotta go now. See ya." I smiled.

I went to walk past him towards the door but he grabbed my hand and stopped me, his eyes locked with mine and he gently kissed the back of my hand before he let me go.

I rolled my eyes at him as I tried to fight the smile trying to force its ways onto my face and failed miserably. I then turned and left his room, his eyes following me as I went, and began walking down the long hallway towards the top of the stairs. It was at the top of the staircase that I realised he was following me. I didn't hear him or see him, but I could just sense his presence.

"You're stalking me."

"It's my house. I can go wherever I please Thankyou very much."

I scoffed at his cocky tone of voice as I continued heading down the stairs and towards the kitchen to get my coat.

"Ah, you took your time." Rebekah commented as I entered the large room again, Klaus still following me.

"And now I know why..." She concluded glancing between the two of us.

Everything went quiet for a moment as I walked across the kitchen and took my coat from the back of the chair I'd left it on.

"I have to go now." I said to Rebekah as I put my coat on. "Bye." I said with a small smile as I began walking towards the door.

"Bye." She said nonchalantly as she kept her eyes locked on Klaus.

I smiled at Klaus as I walked past him, him giving me that flirty look he does that makes my heart flutter slightly.

As I walked across the hall picking up my bag from the table on the way I took note of the silence, neither Klaus nor Rebekah were speaking in the kitchen which made me wander if they were purposely waiting for me to get out of earshot before speaking.


A/N: A bit of barbie-vampire bonding in this chapter, there'll be bits of that through out the first half of the story, but it won't be until much later on until a friendship actually starts to form between them (:

I forgot to mention this a while ago, but the rating for this fic is T at the moment, but in the future it will change to M, probably, (that is unless I wuss out of writing some certain scenes) ;)

Thanks for all the lovely reviews so far, reading them makes me really happy to see people are actually liking this story, & I've noticed a common theory that a lot of people have about what's up with Klaus which is interesting. A few more reviews would be great (& maybe as a birthday present cos I'm 18 tomorrow?) ;)