Got a couple of skeletons in my closet
Couple of skeletons in my bed
Couple of skeletons in my wallet
Couple of skeletons in my head

- Midnight Run, Example

She's stood in a long, straight corridor where the walls are continuous doors. There are dates on each one from the night of the accident to the one at the end that has tomorrow written on it. Light swirls out form under the doors with the passing time of each day. She looks at the first door and stares at it. She's drawn to it, even though she has the pull to walk to all the other doors, the ones that lead her to knowing who Klaus is.

Her long, slender fingers wrap around the handle and twist it slowly, cautiously. A bright white light consumes her and she tries to scream as she remembers. Fear, confusion, pain. Aching, thirst, hunger. Lost, alone, desperate.

She remembers the blood, the nurse, Matt. The sun burnt her skin and she watched it smoke. She ran away at night to the carnival. She could make people do what she wanted. She didn't understand - doesn't understand. Damon tried to kill her. Stefan and Elena saved her. Stefan said he'd train her.

She stumbles backwards, out of the doorway as it slams shut. She remembers, tears streaming down her face. Her mouth is wide open but there's nothing coming out. There's no air for her to breathe either. She panics and screams louder.

She's screaming as her body shoots up in the bed. "Caroline?" Liz shouts in fright, getting up to see her daughter clutching her head as she screams. The bedroom door flies open and Klaus appears in front of Caroline, knelt on the bed and prizing her hands from her head.

He holds her close to his body and she chokes, running out of air in the scream and resorting to whimpering in to his shoulder. His arms are so tight around her that he's scared that he's going to break her in half, but she's clinging on to him so tightly that he knows she needs something this strong to support her.

She pulls away, pushing him and shuffling away. "I don't... I don't understand," she cries, looking between the room full of people. Stefan stands at the foot of the bed, Klaus sat in front of her, Elijah stood int he doorway and her mom sat beside her.

"Damon... He-he r-raped me, why would he do that?" She chokes out, dropping her head in to her hands. "I didn't even know. He did the mind thingy on me. I couldn't do anything! He bit me! Why?" Liz wraps her arms around Caroline and glares at Stefan.

Klaus rises from the bed and grabs Stefan by the throat, pulling him out of the room and tossing him in to the hall. "Why was I not told about this?" He demands in a low voice so Caroline can't hear. "I- I didn't know, they were together but I didn't think he compelled her in to his bed! I just thought he compelled her to forget the feeding, not that!" Stefan snaps back, running his hand through his hair. "I wouldn't let that happen to her!"

Klaus' jaw clenches and he turns away from Stefan, pacing to calm himself down. He listens to Caroline behind the closed door.

"Mommy, why did he bite me?"
"I don't know, sweetie. You never told us about this. I never knew."
"I don't understand. How is this real?"
"I don't know that either. It just is and we've been dealing with it for centuries."
"What do you mean?"
"Klaus and his family are the first vampires. They're over a thousand. Mystic Falls is the centre of everything supernatural. The founding families were vampire hunters."
"What the hell else is real, then? Werewolves? Zombies? Witches? Ninja Turtles?"
Liz laughs lightly and he can't help but smirk.
"Werewolves and witches are real. No zombies or ninja turtles, though."
"Damn, I wish I was mermaid or something cool. Like... Sirens. Banshees-"
"Some things are just legends, sweetie."
"Damn."
Liz laughs and he listens to Caroline joining in.

Elijah pats his shoulder and leads Stefan downstairs to the family room for a drink. Klaus slides down the wall outside her room and stays the rest of the night. He waits, smiles gratefully when Elijah brings him his sketch pad and graphite. He stays outside, listening to her wimpers as she remembers, but she doesn't wake up and he manages to draw over twenty sketches of her by the time the sun reaches him in the hall.

They sit at the table in the Mikaelson home and the humans eat breakfast.

"Yeah, I had that dream, too, but I never opened any of the doors," Elena admits sheepishly, "I was too scared to. I just went through the door that made me wake up." Klaus sighs and rolls his eyes, smirking when Caroline subconsciously kicks his shin for him to stop. She looks up at him and blushes once she realises and he just smiles at her.

"So, Barbie's brave and my warrior princess runs away," Damon mutters, "Brilliant." Caroline winces at the reminder that he's here. "Why is he here again?" She asks Klaus, instinctively moving closer to him and her mother in her seat. "Because Elena needs her blankie," Klaus smirks, eyeing Damon up with a warning to back off.

Damon's arms fly up in surrender and he mutters as he walks in to a different room. "Elena, you need to go through those doors," Stefan tells her softly, "It'll help you, and there's nothing to be afraid of, because it's already happened."

She nods slowly and Stefan turns to Caroline. "What else did you remember, Care?" He asks with a weary look. "Erm... The next couple of days. You were helping me, Bonnie hated me but then made me a ring... It wasn't much but I just remember it. It wasn't important stuff. Oh you told me I was basically an insecure, neurotic, control freak on crack."

He laughs and shakes his head. "That was you," he protests, "I said everything was heightened. You were the one that said those words." She lets out a small giggle and looks at Klaus. "I'm sorry, I don't remember anything about you yet," she whispers, looking down.

"It won't be long now, love," he offers, watching her stuff her face with more food. "Did I even eat as a vampire? I'm starving!" She complains, looking at them all as if it were their fault. "Don't look at us like that, you never stopped eating," Stefan laughs as she folds a strip of bacon in to her mouth. "Mmm, I love bacon," she smiles, piling it on her plate.

"You'll get fat," Elena warns teasingly. "I don't care if turn into bacon, this is good," she counters, shoving more in to her mouth. "If you get heart disease, I'm not giving you any sympathy, honey," Liz chuckles as Caroline eats her third poached egg. "I swear, it feels like I've not eaten in years, I don't care," she grumbles, continuing to eat like a starved animal.

Caroline's sat in his chair listening to music and reading a book. He watches her for a few minutes and smirks as she reaches in to a bowl and grabs a handful of popcorn. She carelessly stuffs her mouth and chews, fully engrossed in to the words on the page.

He can hear her heart beating strongly and it makes him feel vulnerable, because it would be so easy for someone to take her away from him, to take his love and his light and his world away from him.

"I might not be a vampire, but I can still feel you standing there being all creepy," she mumbles, still reading the book. "I didn't want to disturb you," he shrugs, moving in to the room and sitting opposite her. She pulls the earphones from her ears and he smirks, hearing the classical music lightly humming out of it.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm a grandma, shut up," she mumbles with a crimson blush, just another reminder that she's a fragile human. "I happen to like classical music," he argues. "Yeah, aren't you, like, a billion or something?" She teases.

He chuckles before freezing, remembering her saying the same words a little less than a year ago. "Caroline, do you... remember saying that before?" He wonders aloud. She purses her lips and her eyebrows pull together. "I did get a bit of deja vu when I said it," she admits, "Why? Have I said that before?" He nods and she breaks out in to a smile.

"So I can remember things," she breathes out happily. "I didn't think I'd be able to, but I know the words to everything on my iPod, but I've never heard them before... If that makes sense." She scrunches up her nose but he nods. "I think that your memories are just locked away. You'll remember once you access them, but for now, it's baby steps," he tells her.

She nods excitedly and shifts in the seat. "I was walking around before and I found a room full of painting, but I didn't go in... I kind of got the feeling that I shouldn't go in without asking you," she whispers sheepishly. "It'd make sense, I showed you that room a while back. It's my study," he smiles at the memory she has forgotten.

"I saw a painting, against the wall," she stutters, "It-it was of me, I think. But, my eyes were red and there were veins and stuff... I-I had fangs, too... Was it me?" He nods and watches her blush spread to the rest of her face. "It-it was beautiful." He looks down, smiling at her compliment. "Thank you," he nods gratefully, "I was hoping you'd like it. I, erm, have more paintings, it you'd like to see them?"

He looks up and she's smiling at him. "Of course," she agrees, jumping up and offering him her hand. He takes it and leads her out towards his study excitedly. She'll remember the horrible things he's done soon, but at least she'll remember how he treated her now, too. Maybe, if he's nice enough now, she won't be afraid of him when she remembers how he was at the start.

AN: Exams start soon, so I might not update. I hope you check out my other stories whilst I'm gone. Feel free to review. Need a couple of filler chapters until they go to Bora Bora and kick ass.