Welcome to chapter 11! Thank you for the awesome reviews, they keep me chugging along! I may have beta'd this whilst on the wine so keep that in mind. Also I want to put out there that I don't watch The Originals, so if there's any likeness now or in the future it's completely coincidental. Go read!

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"Caroline? Caroline!" She felt shaking and the call of her name, almost as though she were underwater. Slowly but surely Caroline blinked her eyes open, wincing at the pounding behind her eyes. Klaus hovered over her, the dim light of the alley shining over his head.

"You look like an angel." She murmured.

"Okay, definitely concussed." Klaus muttered to himself, gently stroking her cheek to coax her eyes to stay open.

"Holy fuck, ow." Caroline winced as pain lanced down the back of her body, throbbing where she hit the dumpster. Coming to her senses she blurted "Where is he?!" And the light in the alley blew from the outpouring of supernatural energy.

"He's gone. I think. I'm not quite sure what you did to him." Klaus said, gesturing over his shoulder to where scorch marks were seared into the tarmac, helping Caroline to sit up so she could see.

"I don't know what I did to him either. I completely fucked up. I've been training since I was little for when something like this happens and I freaking knocked myself out?! Who does that!" She blabbered, a hand going to her head where it was pounding and her vision started going dim at the corners.

"Oh, no you don't. No fainting, I'm getting you back to my place." Klaus picked up Caroline, and just as her vision went dark he had placed her in the back seat of his car.

Caroline groaned as she awoke, blinking blurry eyes open to find a kindly older gentleman hovering over her bed. She jolted in shock and cried out at the searing pain both down the back of her body and in her head. Klaus immediately leaped from the chair he'd been sitting in beside the bed, taking her hand and leaning across, "It's okay, love, he's a doctor."

"I'm sorry to have scared you, Miss, it was not my intention." For the next ten minutes the doctor looked Caroline over in her physical state, doing a variety of small tests to assess any damage, as well as administering pain medications.

"Your mental function seems to be acceptable. Although I must warn the two of you, the true extent of the damage cannot be assessed without an MRI scan for any internal bleeding or damage." The doctor said as he packed his bag. Caroline and Klaus shared a look.

Catching the man's eyes, Klaus murmured, "You will forget the past hour ever happened. You got lost on your way home. Now leave and go home." He compelled. The doctor immediately turned with his bag and left, shutting the door behind him.

Caroline sunk back into the bed with relief, "You really should have an MRI scan." Klaus said, settling back into the chair at the side of the bed.

"Why, will you worry about me?" Caroline asked goofily.

"That'll be the morphine kicking in." Klaus muttered grumpily, "You know there's a simple solution that will fix this."

Caroline's eyes went wide with dread, "No, Klaus. No."

"Please, it's simple. You drink a little of my blood, and all your wounds heal. No internal hemorrhaging, or brain bleeds."

"No. This is where I draw the line." Caroline firmly put, even though her head was starting to swim.

Klaus sighed, "That's what I thought you'd say, which is why I didn't give it to you when you were unconscious." He grumbled.

"Thank you." Caroline sighed with relief, sinking back into the pillows,

"Sleep, my love, sleep."

The next morning Caroline awoke to breakfast in bed. Bacon and eggs were cooked to perfection, and her favourite Colombian coffee had been brewed and prepared to her taste. Along with the presence of her favourite man, she almost had the perfect morning. Almost.

To eat her breakfast she had attempted sitting up, instead she cried out in agony at the searing pain running from her neck down to her was immediately at her side, his guiding hands helping her to carefully sit up. She winced at the pain in her coccyx, a central path down her back throbbed where it rested against the soft pillows. It was then she realised that was why she had slept on her front all night. Once she was upright, Klaus handed her some tablets and a glass of water. She swallowed them gratefully and gave him a weak smile, "Morning."

He returned the smile and pressed a kiss to her forehead, "Morning, love." He handed her the tray of food, watching warily as she picked up a fork and pushed the eggs, "You need to eat." Klaus insisted gently and Caroline sighed, skewering some eggs.

She chewed thoughtfully, "Your cooking has really gotten better."

Klaus smiled before looking at her with worry, "How are you feeling? Any dizziness? Blurred vision?" He asked, petrified that something could be terribly wrong.

Caroline wanted to shake her head, but decided any movement was not a good idea, "I'm fine, just feel like I got run over by a truck. We can talk about what happened, I know you've been up all night watching me like some creepy Edward Cullen."

"Cullen? Not that fucking shiny vampire again. I thought women were over this." Klaus muttered rubbing his forehead, "I'm offended you likened him to me."

"Whatever old man," She said flippantly, "Can we talk about how I totally failed as a witch last night and my boyfriend had to come save me? My not so inner feminist is not very pleased about this." She said, shovelling bacon into her mouth avoiding Klaus' eyes.

"I didn't save you. You saved yourself. There was blood all around the scorch marks. Whatever you did caused some serious damage."

"Yeah but I freaking knocked myself out. I've been training for most of my life for when something like that happens, and I knocked myself out." Caroline said, voice muffled around enthusiastic bites of egg.

"I'm pretty sure the only reason you knocked yourself out is because you're so powerful."

"Well that's a lot of good for the next time I get attacked, I can find a soft place to fall." She said sarcastically, pushing the tray and her empty plate aside and moving slowly and carefully to get out of the bed, Klaus immediately trying to help her, only to get his hands slapped away.

"Why are you angry at me?" He called after her frustratedly, watching her hobble to the bathroom, feeling his worry bubble into anger.

Caroline exhaled angrily, "Because you're so freaking perfect!"

Klaus felt as if he'd been slapped. Their relationship in his eyes had been going fine, and he couldn't understand why Caroline was having such a reaction, despite the recent attack.

Caroline set about her morning routine in the bathroom, feeling rather than seeing Klaus pacing outside the door. He managed five minutes of silence before an angry response was heard through the door, "Is this because of what happened last night?" She glared at herself in the mirror for causing such problems with her insecurities. Stoically applying her moisturiser, Caroline pondered her response.

"I suppose," She sighed, feeling her anger turn towards self resentment. Taking her time to limp over, Caroline opened the door, faced with a worried Klaus, "Look it's not anything you've done. It's whats going on with me. The attack, Elena, facing having to leave my family, this whole bond thing, I don't know. I'm angry at myself, not you."

Klaus wasn't too sure what to say, he may have been alive for a thousand years but that didn't mean he understood the dynamics of the female mind. Seeing his confusion she continued, "You're meant to be some super evil villain, and I'm meant to be a badass witch. You bring me breakfast in bed, and I knock myself out."

After a moment something clicked, "You're confused." He said slowly,

"Yes! Probably, maybe. But I know one thing I'm not confused about, I love you."

"Okay. Okay, that's good." Klaus said.

"You have no idea what's going on, do you?"

"Nope."

"That's okay, me neither, I'm sorry about my freak out." Caroline said abashedly,

"I have no idea what's going on in that head of yours, but as long as you come back to me, freak out all you like." He said, placing a kiss on her forehead, "Now back to bed with you, and not for the reason I'd like." That made Caroline laugh, and so she limped back to the bed, calling behind her,

"We'll just have to get creative, my front is fine!"

A few days later and Caroline was finally feeling better. Bruises still mottled her entire back, but she could now finally sit and lie on her back without wincing. She had stayed at Klaus' for those days, mostly bed bound with only her doting boyfriend to look after her. She had to shirk her responsibilities off to other Coven members, claiming a bad bout of flu. She still wasn't talking to her grandmother, and had received no word from her, so Caroline opted to ignore the problem. But now she was no longer bedbound, going stir crazy, so she decided a visit to Elena's new lodgings was in order. So she would have to bite the bullet and sneak into her Grams' house.

She had already text Elena asking for her new address, kissed her boyfriend goodbye and was in one of Klaus's cars headed to her grandmothers. And mentally praying to the powers that be that her grandmother wouldn't be home and would be working at the apothecary like she normally did on Tuesday mornings. Pulling up to the house and putting the car into park, she noticed her Grams' car wasn't there and mentally high fived herself.

Within half an hour she had primped and primed herself to perfection wearing a simple pair of distressed jeans and a deep maroon peasant top and flats she felt more herself that she had in the three days of wearing Klaus's shirts and Rebekah's cast offs. She was soon back in Klaus's car headed to a part of the French Quarter she never thought she'd find herself - the vampiric quarter. The more important hybrids, werewolves and vampires all lived in their own part of the French Quarter circling around Klaus's 'court' as he liked to call it - the Mikaelson French Quarter Mansion. Of course, this was a completely separate part of the quarter to the witches, or else there would be neighbourly squabbles to an extent no one had ever seen before.

The lesser important members of Klaus' court lived further out from the French Quarter, as the closer you lived the more important you were deemed. But for Caroline, growing up at her grandmothers she had been told many a horror story of what happened to innocent witches who strayed to the other side of the quarter. And it wasn't pretty.

Her recent attack hovered in the forefront of her mind, but Caroline pushed away her feelings of anxiety. She needed to get out of Klaus's house, and avoid her grandmother. Elena was the perfect scapegoat, and she had to drop in on Bonnie too to see how she was doing.

She nervously pulled up outside the Salvatore house with a critical gaze. The house looked fairly grand, in the way that vampire's houses were normally flashy, hundreds of years of accumulating wealth did that to someone's real estate.

The house was set off the street with lush green encapsulating either side of the property, a luxury rare to find so close to the French Quarter. It was in the typical French Colonial style, common to see in the quarter, but had large metal fences guarding the house.

Caroline gingerly exited the car, looking left and right as if she were going to find snarling werewolves and vampires ready to pounce. She didn't, and preceded to the house, giving the door a sharp rap. A few moments later the door opened revealing a handsome, raven haired man with piercing blue eyes. Damon Salvatore. The man that had led Elena to be banished from her family and culture. Caroline only hoped he was worth it. The man fixed her with a calculating stare and a slight smirk before gesturing inside, "You must be Caroline, come in."

She cautiously made her way over the threshold, immediately taking in the dark red carpets and dark wood. Everything inside the house so far looked gloomy and old. The witches houses were always bright and filled with nature, a stark contrast to the Salvatore house. Klaus's had been somewhere of a midway, bright interior with older furniture and knickknacks.

"Elena's upstairs, second door on the right. Enjoy." He said with a slight flourish before wandering off round one of the many corners.

Caroline frowned finding Damon's hosting skills somewhat lacking. Walking up the stairs she found a problem; what Damon hadn't told her is which floor out of the three he meant. Shrugging Caroline assumed the first floor and knocked on the appointed door, "Elena?" She called.

The door swung open showing a lighter haired vampire, who didn't look impressed. Caroline made a little "meep" noise, eyes going wide. The man looked at her curiously with a little contempt.

"If you're looking for my brothers bedroom it's up a floor."

Caroline nodded and turned quickly in an attempt at escape, pausing as the vampire spoke again, "And if you plan on visiting a house full of vampires, I suggest you shower before turning up reeking of alpha hybrid."

Caroline's heart felt like it had stopped as the door slammed shut behind her. Could he really smell Klaus on her? She shouldn't be surprised really, she had showered that morning, but with Klaus and they had continued their… ministrations for a couple of hours after that. But it hadn't even crossed her mind that the vampires would be able to smell him on her. No wonder Damon was smirking. He could smell exactly what she had been doing that morning. More people to put on Klaus's 'Threatening: To Do' list, Caroline thought.

Traipsing up to the second floor she finally found the door and knocked, "Elena? Please tell me this isn't another angry vampire."

The door swung open revealing the girl in question who immediately pulled Caroline into a hug, "Oh my Brigid, Care! Hi! What do you mean 'angry vampire?' You met Stefan?" She asked pulling away.

"Yep, both vampire brothers, neither were particularly welcoming."

"Oh Stefan just has a stick up his butt about witches. I'll have to talk to Damon later about his manners."

"Eww." Caroline curled her lip in disgust getting rapid images of her best friend she never needed to see.

"You know I didn't mean it like that." Elena said rolling her eyes.

"Well control your… feelings."

"Now you know what I've had to put up with for years." Elena said with a laugh, being the one with the strongest affiliation with empathic magic.

The two had a good time sitting in the garden and chatting for a while until a stressed looking Damon found them. Elena immediately picked upon his frazzled nerves, "What's wrong?"

He eyed Caroline apprehensively before replying, "The 'King' is going nuts, Marcel's called me in for damage control."

Caroline's stomach dropped at the mention of Klaus and Elena's face developed a look of disgust, "That man needs to control himself." She spat distastefully, shaking her head.

"Tell me about it." Damon sighed, leaning over to kiss Elena, "Don't wait up. Stefan will be here." With that he was gone and Elena and Caroline glanced at each other,

"I should go see Bonnie." Caroline muttered awkwardly, standing to leave.

Klaus was angry. No scratch that, he was furious. For five days he had to bottle up and control his anger for the sake of not scaring Caroline. But today was judgement day at court, and he was judge, jury and executioner for any infractions on his law. And that day, he was feeling particularly brutal.

After ripping out the heart of someone who tried to steal his stock of Elena's blood, he casually stepped over the body.

"Someone clean this up!" He called, heading up to the main office where he had heard Marcel would likely be. The two hadn't talked since their not so little blowout over his relationship with Caroline, but now he was the only person who knew of Klaus' situation, and he needed advice from someone in his own world.

His first stop was to the bathroom on the second floor near the office to clean up the spattered blood. It was really rather distracting. Then he swanned into the office and found Elijah and Marcel chatting amicably. Elijah and Katherine had finally arrived in town a couple of weeks ago, ready and prepared for whatever war was brewing.

"Ah, speak of the devil, Niklaus." Elijah said with a wry smile and Klaus eyed the pair suspiciously.

"I see you've managed to wrench yourself away from the evil bitch whore from hell." Klaus said referencing Katherine. Marcel muffled a chuckle and Elijah pursed his lips, "I need to speak to Marcel. Alone." He said briskly, having no patience for any of his family at that moment in time.

"Polite as always. Good to talk to you, Marcellus." Elijah said ignoring his brother as he left the room.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Marcel asked fixing his stony gaze on Klaus. Before opening his mouth, Klaus checked the room before poking his head out the office into the hallway to check it was empty.

Finding it satisfactorily empty, Klaus turned back to Marcel, "It's about, well, you know who."

"Speaking of evil bitch whores from hell..." Marcel muttered as he realised Klaus was talking about Caroline. Before he knew what was happening Marcel was pinned to the wall behind him by his throat, an angry hybrid faced Klaus in his face,

"Don't you dare ever talk about her like that again!" He growled, watching with satisfaction as Marcel's face began changing colour. As the choked man attempted to say something, Klaus let up,

""Okay, okay." He wheezed, triggering Klaus to let go, pacing as he tried to calm himself, "What the hell is going on?" Marcel asked coughing.

"A werewolf attacked her a few days ago."

Marcel stopped his coughing and began wheezing instead as the fragile bones in his throat healed, "Shit."

"Yeah." Klaus' phone rang, 'C' flashing on the front of his phone, "I need to take this," He said to his friend as he answered the phone, "What is it, love? Are you okay?" Marcel looked away politely even though he could hear every word spoken on the phone.

"What the hell is going on over there?"

"Nothing, love, just sorting business." He said nonchalantly,

"You better not be lying to me again Klaus!"

"I really am just sorting out business, and talking to Marcel, that's all."

"For fucks sake, Mikaleson." Came Caroline's voice before she hung up.

Klaus looked at the phone puzzled, "She hung up on me."

Marcel forced down his laugh, not wanting to be choked again, "What did you need my help with…?"

"She was attacked a few nights ago." He said, being careful not to mention Caroline's name in case there were any supernatural ears listening.

Marcel's eyebrows shot up. "Is she okay?"

Klaus was surprised at Marcel's concern, "She's fine now, not so much after."

"Did they…?" Marcel drifted off.

"No." Klaus said forcefully, "They didn't get the chance. She isn't sure what she did, but when I got there there was a serious amount of blood spatter, so whatever she did she hurt them badly."

"After what happened to the Bennett girl, I wouldn't have been surprised. That's obviously these new wolves' M.O."

"I thought exactly the same." Klaus confirmed, "But she was very sure nothing like that had happened, and with the amount of blood I saw I believe her."

"So what do you want me to do?" Marcel asked seriously,

"I don't know what to do. I can't investigate fully and risk revealing my relationship with her. Or investigate what happened to the Bennett girl for fear of being a witch sympathiser."

"I hardly think with your history that would be a possibility. Would one of her family help?"

"No. That would risk our relationship coming to light." Klaus said firmly.

"You know that if you keep going with this that's what will eventually happen."

"Yes, but it doesn't need to happen now."

"Fair enough, but you know what we have to do."

"What?" Klaus asked,

"Get her to see Magda."

Wooooaaahhhh. Who's Magda? Any guesses? Hope you enjoyed, leave a review, more exciting things to come!