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None of the Feeling is Gone by Michelle Wright/Terry Carisse

It was a few hours before dawn when Caroline nuzzled her head against Klaus' bare chest. She smiled as she felt his fingers drawing circles on her bare back. She moved her right hand along his bare stomach, and let out a small giggle when he shivered under her touch.

"If you keep that up, love, I'll give you something to giggle about." He whispered, in a teasing tone.

Caroline giggled once more, and shifted her head, to look up at him. He smiled at her as the, still present moon shadowed over her body, making her look more beautiful than ever.

"You are so beautiful, Caroline." He whispered, stroking her face, with his left hand.

She smiled, and lifted her head to his, as she scooted up to touch her lips to his. It was a soft and gentle kiss, and Caroline felt her skin lift in bumps.

She pulled back and sent him a smile. "I love you, Niklaus." She whispered, her eyes roaming his face.

Klaus smiled, and stroked her face, as his other hand continued to stroke her back. "I love you, Caroline." He whispered, in return.

Caroline blushed, though with the darkness around them, he did not see it. "Should we not head back to camp?" She replied, moving her hand to his chest, and her head to his shoulder.

Klaus sighed. "I don't want to, but we should." He replied, moving his hand tighter around her.

Caroline nodded against his shoulder. "I don't want to either." She whispered.

Klaus looked down at her, and frowned. "Are you sure I didn't hurt you, love?" He asked, concern lining his voice.

Caroline moved her head, to look at him, and sent him a soft smile. "It hurt at first, but the rest was…" She trailed off, and lowered her eyes to his chest.

"The rest was what, love?" He asked, with a soft smile.

"Beautiful." She whispered, glancing back up at him.

Klaus smiled, and captured her lips with his. She moaned into his mouth as her bare breasts moved along his chest.

He pulled back, and sighed. "I feel the same way, Caroline." He whispered, gently kissing her on the lips once more.

Caroline shivered, and sighed. "Will it always be like this?" She asked, moving her hand to stroke his scruffy face.

He nodded. "As long as you continue to love me, then, yes, it will always be like this." He whispered, kissing her again.

Her hand moved to the back of his neck, and she pressed herself against him, tighter, aligning her bare body with his, and she smiled as his member pressed against her abdomen, when he turned over, pressing her back on the ground.

She sighed as he pulled back, and looked down at her with her blonde hair fanned out slightly underneath her, and the moon beams lighting her face, causing her eyes to sparkle.

"Then it's going to be like this forever, Niklaus." She whispered, stroking his hair softly, gazing into his eyes.

"What's going to be forever, love?" He asked, his eyes washing over her.

"Loving you." She answered, pulling his head back down.

Klaus groaned, and kissed her passionately, moving his lips over hers.

Caroline lifted her body to his, and clung tightly to him as her tongue entered his mouth. She moaned as his tongue entered hers, and caressed hers softly. Her hands moved to his chest, and she gently stroked his abs.

Klaus shivered as her hands moved down his abs, and lower. He softly separated from her lips, and looked down at her. "Love, if you keep that up, then I will ravish you again." He whispered, kissing her cheek.

"Perish the thought." She teased with a fake scowl.

Klaus chuckled, and shook his head. "Don't tease me, Caroline." He replied, with a fake stern look.

Caroline shrugged her shoulders, and tried to fight her smile. "Now would I do a thing like that?" She asked, her smile breaking through.

Klaus laughed, genuinely at her question. He nodded. "Yes, you would." He replied, his smile reaching his eyes.

Caroline smiled at him. "Why would I do that?" She asked, biting her lip.

Klaus caressed her face gently. "To get me to make love to you again." He answered softly, the teasing light diminishing in his eyes.

Caroline sighed, and touched his face. "Is it working?" She asked, stroking his near beard, softly.

Klaus leaned his head into her palm. "It is." He whispered, leaning down, but stopping only a hair away from her.

"Then what are you waiting for, my love." She whispered her voice soft and wanting.

"Are sure, love?" He asked, softly, grazing his lips across hers.

"Every time you ask me, I'm always going to answer it with a yes." She whispered, kissing his lips softly.

Klaus smiled into her mouth, and then the passion from the previous evening began to build once more.

Caroline moaned as his hands roved over her body.

She felt him move his hands lower and lower until they reached their destination, between her legs. She gasped as he stroked her softly, and moaned as he continued.

She felt him move his hands up, when she was about to go over with passion, and move above her. She moaned as he entered her swiftly and softly.

Caroline felt tears escape her eyes, with each gentle thrust Klaus made. She felt her body begin to fly as before, and then cried out his name as he hit the spot, sending waves after waves of pleasure through her body.

"Oh, Klaus," She moaned as he began to speed up his thrusts, sending pleasure of a different form through her body.

At last they reached their high together, and Klaus collapsed on top of her, and she held him.

After an hour of just holding each other, they stood and dressed. Caroline watched as Klaus fastened his pants, as she fastened the cloak securely over her gown. She stepped forward, and fingered the scars on his back.

Klaus stilled his movements, and turned his head to see her with compassion and love in her eyes as she stroked each scar on his back.

Her eyes moved up to his, and she gave a gentle smile.

No words needed to be spoken of the scars, the reminders of Klaus' past. It was accepted by both that he had a difficult childhood, and it had made him strong. Caroline moved her fingers across the scars, and then up to his face to gently caress his scruffy cheek.

Klaus sighed as he turned completely to face her, and gathered her in his arms.

"No matter what you've done in your past or what was done to you, Klaus," She began with tenderness against his ear. "None of the feelings I have for you will ever disappear. I promise you." She added, gently kissing his cheek.

Klaus sighed at her words, but said nothing as he held her in the center of the clearing.

"Caroline, there is something you must know." He whispered after a moment had passed, and he pulled back to look into her eyes.

Caroline tilted her head, and her eyes narrowed softly. "What is it?" She asked, in a whisper.

"It's the reason I've been so distant." He began, gazing into her eyes. "There is a traitor in our group." He replied, sharply.

Caroline's eyes widened and her hands tightened on his shoulders impulsively. "Do you know who it is?" She asked her voice weak.

Klaus shook his head. "No, I have my suspicions, but I don't know who." He replied his hands tightening around her waist.

"What kind of danger are you in?" She asked her fear evident in her eyes.

Klaus chuckled at her words.

"This is not funny, Klaus." She scolded her face filling with anger.

Klaus shook his head, and his eyes held a twinkle. "You're right, love. I laughed at your wording. You care more for my well-being than for yours." He replied, moving is hand up to stroke her face.

"Of course, I do." She replied, cupping his face in both of her hands. "I don't what I would do if something ever happened to you." She added her eyes full of unshed tears.

Klaus mellowed and his face turned dangerous. "I would rather die, than to see you hurt or worse, Caroline." He replied, adamantly.

She nodded, and gave a small smile. She moved her hands down his chest, and rested them there. "Is the traitor the reason why the Gilbert home was attacked and your brother's hideout was discovered?" She whispered, glancing up at him.

He nodded. "Yes, and if we don't find him soon, Tyler will discover this camp, and you." He replied, his voice tight with anger.

Caroline nodded in understanding. "Well, then, we best return to camp, and let you go hunting." She replied, stepping away from him, and picked up his shirt, which had fallen from his hands during their embrace, and handed it to him.

Klaus slipped on his shirt, and began their trek back to camp.

They paused, halfway to camp, when they heard moans and groans coming from the trees.

Klaus gently placed his arm in front of Caroline, unsure of what was coming from the woods.

Caroline glanced at Klaus, and gently placed her hands on his arm, one gently moving to his back.

They stood in silence as they continued to hear the moans, and they both jumped, Caroline more than Klaus, when they heard a woman scream a man's name.

"Oh, Elijah."

Caroline dropped her forehead on Klaus' shoulder, and tried her best to suppress her laughter bubbling up in her throat.

Klaus swallowed hard, and then gently grasped Caroline's hand, and continued on their way. He certainly didn't want to wait around to see his brother and his woman when they made their appearance.

As they entered the camp, they noticed no one was up yet, and they both sighed. Like a gentleman, Klaus led Caroline to her tent, and smiled as he touched her face.

"I'll see you soon, love." He whispered, gently kissing her on the lips.

Caroline smiled and nodded as he turned towards his tent. She sighed as she entered hers, and sat down on her bed. She glanced out her tent flap and let out a small giggle.

It was definitely worth waiting for.

~Kol's Tent~

Bonnie moaned in her sleep, as she moved her head along her moving pillow. She felt a hand moving softly across her face, and into her hair, and she grumbled as she turned her head.

"Wake up, my little Bonnie." Kol whispered, as he continued to move his hand over her face and in her hair.

Bonnie smiled as she opened her eyes, and caught his. "Mmm," She moaned, touching his face gently with her hand. "I could get used to this." She added, moving her arm around his waist.

Kol chuckled. "I thought that was supposed to be the man's line." He replied, holding her tighter to him.

Bonnie shrugged. "Well, it could work for either, I suppose." She whispered, and let out a small yawn.

He smiled as he gazed down at her body, and then back up to her eyes. "You are exquisite, Bonnie." He replied, seriously.

Bonnie blushed, and snuggled deeper in his embrace. "You make me feel it." She whispered.

Kol stroked her face softly, and sighed. "We should get up. The sun is about to rise, and you need to go back to your tent before the others wake up." He whispered, kissing her forehead.

Bonnie shifted and propped up on her forearm to glare at him. "Are you ashamed of me?" She asked pain evident in her voice.

Kol shook his head, as he sat up with her. "No, I would never be ashamed of you." He replied, kissing her cheek. "It's just I just soiled you, and the others in camp may not take to kindly to me deflowering a maiden." He replied, in a serious tone.

Bonnie nodded, and turned to get out of bed. "I see." She replied, standing up and picking up her dress.

Kol groaned, and stood up. He walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her, stilling her movements. "I don't regret what we did last night, lass." He whispered in her ear, feeling her shiver in his arms.

"Are you sure?" She asked, keeping her head straight ahead.

Kol chuckled and kissed her temple. "I'm positive." He answered, nuzzling her neck softly.

Bonnie sighed, and turned around to look into his eyes. "I have no regrets either." She whispered her eyes softly searching his.

Kol smiled, and pulled her into his embrace. He held her and his eyes traveled to the necklace still lying on the chest. His brow furrowed as thought of the man who once owned the necklace.

He had to tell her, but how or better yet when. How could he tell her that he knew Damon? How could he tell her that his family was the reason Damon was killed? How would she take it? Would she hate him? Would she spurn him?

His heart began to twist in his chest at the thought of losing her. He couldn't bear the thought. It would kill him if she ever left him.

But still he had to tell her. But when?

~Castle~

Jean walked down the stairs with her eyes downcast. Today was her day off, and she needed a breather. Her mind was running rampant, and she needed a break. Stefan came to her earlier and informed her Tyler was mounting an attack, where, he did not say, but her gut told her it was at the camp. They had already sent messages to the camp, letting them know of Tyler's plans. To Jean, if it wasn't one thing it was another. Not only did they have to worry about the attack, but also the spy.

Jean's temper flared at the mere thought of the traitor. To her the spy was obvious, though no one would agree. She was alone in her assumption, and she hated it. The only one who might agree with her would be Vaughn, and she refused to even talk to him.

He was right in his assertions that she had feelings for him, but she refused to acknowledge them. Too many times had she been hurt by people she allowed close to her. First her father, and then his friend. The only one she could count on was herself.

She shook her head at that thought. No, she would count Klaus, Elijah, Stefan, and….Galen.

"Ugh, quit thinking that way, Jean." She muttered to herself, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She didn't need to let her feelings control her or merit any decisions her mind brought forward.

She stopped as she reached the bottom of the stairs when she saw Jeremy and one of his sisters, Elena. Jean scowled, but quickly wiped it off, and smiled at Jeremy.

"Hello, Jean." Jeremy replied, politely. "You remember my sister, Elena, don't you?" He asked, motioning to the young woman beside him.

Jean nodded. "Of course, how are you, Elena?" She replied, and tried her best not to choke on her words.

Elena sent a cool smile to her. "I'm quite well, Jean, although my home was attacked by some ruffians a few nights ago." She responded, her voice dripping with venom.

Jean cocked her head, and clicked her tongue. "How terrible, was anyone hurt?" She asked, glancing at Jeremy, who gave a slight shake.

"Only my sister, Katherine." Elena replied, lowering her eyes.

"What happened to Katherine?" Jean asked, watching Jeremy move nervously. She knew Katherine was probably with Elijah, and Elena was refusing to say.

"She was kidnapped by the Mikaelson clan." Elena replied, her voice becoming a little loud. "I barely escaped with this dress on my back." She added, her eyes flashing.

Jean nodded, and bit her tongue. She glanced up to see Stefan approaching them.

Elena followed her gaze, and gasped as she saw him. "Stefan!" She replied, a little too excitedly.

Stefan paused for a second, and then approached carefully. "Elena?" He asked, glancing at Jeremy and then jerked his eyes to Jean.

Elena nodded, and practically ran to him. "It's so good to see you again, Stefan." She replied, wrapping her arms around him.

Stefan watched as Jean stiffened, and he sent her a cautious glare.

Elena stepped back, and looked up at him. "So what have you been doing, since I last saw you?" She asked, pushing her brown hair back.

"Well, I've been supporting my family by working for Tyler." He responded, glancing at Jean.

Elena nodded. "I heard about Damon." She replied, with strange calmness. "I'm so sorry, Stefan. I know how close you two were." She replied, with a quick smirk.

Stefan's eyes clouded at the mention of his brother, but he quickly blocked the emotion, and nodded. "Thank you, Elena. I appreciate your concern." He replied, with a small smile.

Elena beamed at him. "Well, if there is anything I can do to comfort you or anything at all, you just let me know." She replied, turning back to her brother.

"I'll remember that." Stefan returned, and watched as Jeremy sent an apologetic glance towards him and Jean as he followed his sister down the hall.

Jean shuddered. "OH, that girl is such a bitch!" She replied, walking by Stefan.

Stefan snorted, and glanced at her. "What have you got against her?" He asked turning and walking beside her.

"Well, for starters, she is a hypocrite, and you know how I feel about them." She remarked, shuddering. "And second, she doesn't seem too sad about the death of your brother. It seems to me she is only after one thing." She replied, glancing at Stefan.

Stefan smiled. "I know, Jean, but for Jeremy's sake it would best if you were cordial to her." He replied, calmly.

Jean snorted. "I am cordial to her. I'm so cordial that I want to throw up at my own niceness." She replied, sending him a glare.

Stefan laughed. "You always had a way with words, Jean." He replied, shaking his head.

Jean rolled her eyes, and stopped, and grabbed his upper arm. "What is she doing here, anyway?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest.

Stefan sighed, and shook his head. "Jeremy said she didn't want to stay at camp, and built the story that Katherine had been kidnapped, and she had escaped within an inch of her life." He replied, glancing down the hall where Jeremy and Elena had walked down.

"Tyler know?" Jean asked, her eyes flaring.

Stefan nodded. "Jeremy said she went to Tyler before they called him." He replied, his brow furrowing.

Jean scoffed. "I bet he played right into her hands." She remarked, shaking her head.

Stefan tilted his head. "You don't believe she told him the fake story." He concluded.

"Let's just say, I don't trust her. If she was Katherine, then I would, but Elena," She paused and shook her head. "I wouldn't trust her as far as I can throw her." She remarked turning on her heel, and walking away from Stefan.

Stefan nodded as he watched her walk away. He turned his head, when Vaughn stepped out of the shadows.

"I don't trust her either, Stefan." Vaughn remarked, watching with a heavy heart at the sight of Jean disappearing around the corner.

Stefan turned to Vaughn, and folded his arms across his chest. "Keep a close eye on Elena, and don't let Jeremy know." He ordered, lowering his voice.

Vaughn nodded. "You agree with Jean?" He asked, grasping the hilt of his sword at his side.

Stefan narrowed his eyes. "I trust Jean's judgment. If she believes something is not right, then we'll find out what." He replied with a curt nod.

Vaughn nodded, and turned on his heel.

"Galen," Stefan said, stopping him. "Don't let Jean know what we are doing, at least not yet." He added in a low tone.

"You do know she won't take kindly to you keeping secrets from her." He warned.

Stefan inhaled deeply. "I know, and when the time comes we'll tell her." He replied.

Vaughn chuckled. "When the time comes, you'll be on your own. I know her wrath, and I don't want to get caught in the crossfire." He remarked, shaking his head.

Stefan chuckled. "Chicken." He muttered, but Vaughn heard him.

"Damn straight, when it comes to Jean's temper." He replied, walking down the hall, following Jeremy and Elena.

Stefan chuckled and shook his head. He fingered the ring on his right hand, and smiled. Turning towards the pigeon tower, he grasped the letter he had written to his wife inside his shirt.

He was thankful Elena didn't see the ring or at least mention it. If Jean was right, then Rebekah and the family would be in danger if Tyler found out about his wife. When he had started working for Tyler, he had moved the ring to his right hand, and prayed no one would notice a wedding band sitting perfectly on the third finger of his right hand.

Turning at the window, he looked out at the forest, and sighed. He closed his eyes and envisioned his wife, and returning to her. He missed her, and wanted to hold her in his arms.

Handing the letter to the pigeon master, he smiled as the man took out a falcon, a perfect messenger for this letter.

He sighed as the falcon took flight, towards its destination. He prayed that soon this would be over, and he and Rebekah could live out their life in peace.

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Alright, I'm going to let you all know that this story is going to be about 30 chapters, maybe less, but the way I have it mapped out is about 30. I hope that is okay with everyone!

Coming Soon: Is Jean's assumption right? Is the traitor Elena? Or someone else? Will Kol tell Bonnie the truth? Will Tyler find Caroline, and take her away from Klaus, for good? Will Klaus get his revenge against Tyler or die in the attempt? Find out soon...

Until Next Time...