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Previously on Dangerous, Deadly and Deathly Love: Klaus and Caroline mended bridges and called a truce. Kol and Caroline went out for lunch, but a memory of her past caused her to hyperventilate. Caroline received a phone call from Mystic Falls.

*You've spent a lifetime stuck in silence, afraid you'll say something wrong*

Chapter thirteen: Returning Home

I walked down the hall. Rebekah was sitting on the recliner and bonnie was in Kol's lap on the couch. Klaus was standing in the Kitchen doorway.

"Hey, Caroline," Rebekah said with a grin. She looked me up and down, "you need to change."

I looked down at my attire; jeans and a sweatshirt. What was wrong with my clothes? "Why?" I asked sceptically.

My gaze turned back to them and that's when I realised they were over dressed for a night in. Bonnie and Rebekah both had dresses on. Kol was dressed in a shirt and jeans. A big difference from his many different sweats.

Klaus walked over to me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me down the hall back to his bedroom. He shut the door behind him.

I backed into the bed, "Is there a reason why I am in your room?"

He laughed, and moved over to the closet, "ours." Klaus pulled his top over his head, which left him shirtless.

I tore my eyes away from his back and bit my lip. "Excuse me?"

"Our room. As long as you are staying here, this is your room as much as it is mine."

"Until your week's up and you can have sex again," I said as I rolled my eyes knowingly.

Klaus' movements froze, and I wondered if I had offended him.

He sighed then turned to face me, "Sweetheart," he paused. "We are going to a frat party, so you might want to change."

For a split second I thought he would tell me how wrong I was, but he didn't. Klaus had left me hanging and I was slightly pissed at him.

So did this mean after the weeks up, I'm out? I couldn't fathom what he meant.

"I can't," I said.

Klaus raised his eyebrows questioning.

I rolled my eyes and lowered myself onto the edge of the bed, "I'm not going to any party."

"Why not?" he pulled another t-shirt over his head.

I didn't want to tell him, but there wasn't enough time to even come up with an alternative, "I'm visiting my mom tomorrow and it's a five hour drive back to Mystic Falls. If I drink I won't make it."

"Come with us - we don't even have to drink."

"You can drink all you want," I stated confused.

"I'm coming with you tomorrow."

I pulled both of my legs onto the bed and crossed them, "no, you're not."

Klaus laughed. "Yes I am. Come on, get changed," he commanded.

I sighed, "You're not coming with me and I am not going to a party. Besides I already invited Callie over here tonight."

He threw his dirty clothes into the wash bin, "I'll stay in too."

I groaned. "No. it's a girl's night, which means no guys."

Klaus seemed to be thinking, he stood silently.

Someone knocked on the bedroom door, "Caroline, Nik!" Rebekah shouted. "Are you guys ready, we need to leave."

"Klaus go," I stood up and gently pushed on his chest.

"Yeah," he said. "I'm coming Rebekah."

Klaus kissed my forehead and slid out the door.

I took a deep breath, totally unaware that I had been holding it.

A few hours later and Callie and I were both sitting on the couch watching reruns of Socio. It had been our favourite TV series when we were younger. It was a relief to be away from Klaus, I felt like I could breathe. He was messing with my mind.

Although Klaus had text me numerous times asking if I needed anything for my trip tomorrow. I had simply replied that I had everything organised and he still wasn't coming.

I had so desperately tried to escape my past and the thought of him becoming acquainted with it, unsettled me.

Callie and I had ordered take out; Callie and all the carry out boxes were sprawled across the coffee table.

"I better go; I have class in the morning." Callie said pushing herself up off of the couch with a loud groan.

I laughed reaching for the TV remote, and pressed pause. "I would prefer to go to class."

Callie's face dropped, "I'm sorry, but good luck with tomorrow and if you have any problems or need someone to talk to, call Stefan."

We walked over to the apartment's door, "I will do and thanks, I'm sure I will survive."

I opened the door for her. "It's been fun Cal; I'll see you when I get back?"

She nodded. "Definitely. Good night Caroline. Text me."

"Night."

Not long after Callie had left and I had begun to clear up our stuff there was a loud thump as Bonnie and Klaus struggled to help Kol down the hall way.

I covered my mouth as I laughed at the sight of Kol - his eyes were drooping and the left side of his mouth had dropped.

Bonnie rolled her eyes and Klaus winked at me.

"We should have a foursome," Kol slurred his words.

"Definitely not," Bonnie interjected. "And at this rate you're not even going to have a twosome anytime soon."

There was a loud gasp, and then quietness followed. Kol had understood Bonnie's threat.

I pulled my hair into a bun on top on my head, I noticed him staring. "Will you quit staring?" I slid under the covers and settled my head against my pillow.

He laughed and tore his gaze away from me.

I watched as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans down. Then he stepped out of them, pulled the covers back and crawled onto the mattress.

I stiffened when I felt his hand rest on my abdomen, but I made no attempt to move.

"I want to go with you," he said. "Hell, there is no way I am allowing you to go by yourself sweetheart."

I knew this battle had been lost;I had a feeling that I'd already lost this battle, that he would be going with me; he had been bugging me all night about coming. Even if I managed to leave without him, I was certain Klaus would have found a way to follow me, no matter what I said.

I wrinkled my nose, "Okay, but I have this family thing at noon and you can't be there."

"That's fine, what time do you want to leave?"

"I was planning to set off around six."

Klaus placed his head on my pillow and I felt his warm breath tickle my ear, "why don't we set of around half four?"

I groaned.

He chuckled, "come on Caroline, it's not like you can just see your mom whenever you want. Make the most of it."

Too tired to argue, I just mumbled in agreement and closed my eyes. Klaus seemed to have noticed this and he leaned down and kissed my cheek before tightening his grip around me.

I woke up to the sound of Klaus' annoying alarm clock, my eyes remained closed as I slammed the snooze button. I needed more sleep, I felt deprived. I knew that wasn't a possibility, so instead I rolled myself off of the mattress and onto my feet.

Peeling my eyes open, I looked at the bed, Klaus was nowhere to be seen. I scurried down the hall and into the kitchen, Klaus was leaning against the counter with his phone to his ear.

who could be he be calling at this time in the morning?

Klaus gazed at me and smirked. "Just one and one night as well. "Just hold on a minute," He said. he pointed to me, "Go and grab my wallet Caroline from the bedside table in the bedroom."

I frowned, but followed through with what he asked.

Klaus winked at me when I handed him his wallet. I rolled my eyes on response. I still wasn't sure what he was doing.

I leaned forward, watching him pull his credit card from the back of the wallet.

Then he read out the numbers on his card, "Okay I'll see you around mid-day." He placed his phone in front of him.

"Morning sweetheart," He smiled.

"Who was that?"

"The Marlette."

I raised my eyebrows, awaiting on him to elaborate.

He sighed, "I've booked us a room for tonight."

He booked us a room? my initial intention wasn't to stay over in Mystic Falls tonight. I thought the best approach would be to get in and to get out as fast as possible. Without turning many heads in my direction.

I highly doubted that Klaus would allow me to drive some of the way, and it is a seven hour drive one way. Could I really expect him to drive there and back in one day?

I smiled at him, "Okay. I'm going in the shower."

We pulled into the driveway shortly after ten a.m. I wanted nothing more than to reach over, grab the steering wheel and turn the car right back around.

However, I refrained.

"You okay sweetheart?" Klaus' asked.

I merely nodded.

My shoulders hunched as I pushed the car door open and hiked up the gravelled driveway towards the two story house with red shutters and a steep roof. The same house that haunted my memories for the last seven years.

"Just one day, then I can go back," I told myself.

I opened the front door and stepped in, moving to the side to allow Klaus in.

Klaus walked in and smiled at me.

"Mom?" I shouted, closing the door behind me.

"In the kitchen Caroline," her voice trailed through the hallway.

I entered the kitchen with Klaus following behind. "Hi mom, this is my friend…"

Her eyes dropped towards the floor and she cut in, "I hope your shoes are not dirty."

Her gaze returned back to the scattered papers on the kitchen table.

"No, we just got out of the car, this is Klaus." I waved my hand towards Klaus.

Her eyes didn't stray, "don't expect to be sharing a room."

I rolled my eyes.

Klaus cleared his throat, "actually I've already booked myself and Caroline in a nearby hotel."

This caught my mom's attention; she looked up at Klaus and raised her eyebrows.

Klaus smiled, "It's nice to meet you Liz."

I wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or not.

My mom nodded, "that would be for the best." She faced me, "you're early."

I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat, unsure of how I was going to answer.

Klaus stepped forward, "I thought it would be nice if we came early, then you could both spend some time together."

I inwardly groaned.

"That's not necessary," she said her tone emotionless. She turned to look at me. "But since you are here now, I suppose you could watch your sister. I have to go into the precinct."

"Are you sure mom?" I asked.

She had never trusted me with her on my own before.

"Yes, wake her up from her nap now," she gathered all of the papers up in her arms. "Then she will need to be changed and a bottle."

I ascended the stairs up to Amelia-Grace's nursery.

I hadn't seen her since I left for college.

Would she remember me? Probably not since she was only seven months old.

I opened the door to her nursery, noting nothing had changed.

The walls a light pink with a yellow butterfly border. The furniture was all white wood. Play Toys were neatly organized on the shelves.

Above the crib the blinds had been drawn.

I peered over the crib and there she lay, fast asleep. She was still relatively small, but she had grown since I had last seen her. Blonde whispers of curly hair were beaded with sweat.

She was the picture of perfection. Absolutely beautiful, I reached into the crib and lightly stroked her cheek.

Was it so wrong to not want to wake her?

I picked up a still sleeping Amelia. "Hi sweetie," I said softly into her ear.

I rocked her and she began to stir. I laid Amelia on the change table and unbuttoned her onesie.

I removed her diaper and was grateful that it was only wet.

Amelia's eyes opened and she looked disorientated. Clearly the cool air on her skin had fully wakened her.

I cleaned her up, secured a clean diaper and fastened her onesie back up. "All done baby."

I lifted her up and kissed her little pink cheek. I opened the curtains and cleaned up the changing essentials. Then I carried her downstairs on my hip. By now she was fully awake and attempting to pull on my hair.

I walked into the kitchen, while using my free hand to pull my hair to the side. "Has my mom gone?" I asked Klaus.

Klaus turned around and smiled at me. "Yes, she left a bottle for her over there," he pointed towards the counter near the fridge.

I strapped Amelia into her highchair. When I was confident enough that she couldn't escape, I moved over and picked up the bottle and bib.

Fastening the bib around her neck, she made some mumbled incoherent noises. Drool escaped down her chin, I laughed and wiped it off with the bib.

"There you go," I said, placing the bottle in front of her. I watched as her small chubby fingers wrapped themselves around the bottle and she eagerly brought the bottle up to her mouth.

I seated myself in the chair next to Amelia.

"I made us some coffee," he said passing me a cup.

I took it willingly. "Thank you," I paused, taking a sip. "Sorry about my mom."

"She is a pleasure," he mocked.

I laughed. "Yeah tell me about it."

"Where are you going at noon?"

I took a sip of the warm liquid, to give myself a moment to think. "My mom needs to talk to me."

Klaus nodded.

We fell into a comfortable silence until Amelia slammed her bottle on the table and started giggling. Milk mixed with drool was rolling down her chin; I leaned over and wiped her face.

Klaus started to shift uncomfortably in his seat.

She tried to grab my hand. "Ow!" I yelped dramatically.

This only seemed to encourage her as her giggles grew louder and I couldn't prevent the smile that spread across my face. "Is that funny?" I asked.

"I want to check out some places here, and I need to pick up our key for the hotel." Klaus said, standing up and putting the mugs into the sink. "Will you be okay here?" he asked.

"I'll be fine, you go." I waved my hand.

"I'll see you later," Klaus picked up the keys off of the kitchen counter and walked out of the room.

Klaus seemed off, we had been fine until before we arrived. I had slept most of the drive over here, but when I was awake we talked and listened to the radio.

It was a little after 12pm, I followed one of the prison guards down the long hall, until we came to a room at the end. I knew this is where he would be.

My mom had already told me that it was in a private room, considering this wasn't a proper visitation that wasn't too surprising. The guard moved to the side and held his hands behind his back.

Slowly I reached for the door knob then opened it. Inside the room was all concrete - floors and walls. There was a mirror on the far wall, which I assumed was one-way glass behind which they would be watching. All for my safety of course.

A metal table with two chairs stood in the middle of the otherwise empty room. My gaze eventually fell upon Ryan. His medium brown hair seemed slightly shorter than I remembered, brown eyes, and an orange jumpsuit that made me very weary.

"Ryan," I greeted as I sat down on the unoccupied chair.

"Hello beautiful," Ryan looked up and our eyes locked.

My breath hitched in my throat.

He smirked at me. "Are you nervous Caroline?"

He was playing with me, wanting to get a rise out off me. Hell, he knew exactly how to provoke me. The thought unsettled me. "Not nervous." I shifted on the chair, the cold metal irritating my bare legs. "Uncomfortable."

"I've missed you."

I broke our eye contact and scoffed, "don't do that."

I glanced around the room before returning to look at him. "Don't pretend like you care."

"I did care about you."

"Yeah, the figurative word being 'did'," I rolled my eyes.

His hand moved closer to mine and slowly he let one of his fingers lightly touch my hand, "Caroline…"

I closed my eyes at his voice and touch. Thoughts brought me back to the past and I snatched my hand away.

"We would never have worked."

"We had every chance of working, you just wouldn't give us a chance," I pointed my finger in his face.

Ryan's expression hardened, "everything we had fell apart the moment your mother found out. My life is ruined Caroline, and it is all because of your infatuation with me."

My infatuation? He can't be serious, it was so much more than an infatuation and he knows it.

It was my first love. 'You don't deserve to experience love, Caroline.' My mom's words echoed in my head. Maybe she was right.

I shook my head, "I know you're angry, but don't blame this all on me. You and I both know this was far from one sided."

"Angry?" he said the word like it was a foreign concept. He then moved closer and gritted his teeth, "angry doesn't even cut it; I am beyond livid, and it's all your fault."

"Don't," my gaze dropped to the floor.

"I worked my ass off to get where I was. You know full well how much that job meant to me."

I closed my eyes for a brief moment before opening them again and glancing back at him, "your father."

"Yes my father Caroline, you know he spent every last dollar to get me through school and college," he paused. "What do you think he would say if he was alive?"

Ryan pushed himself back in his chair, as if subconsciously creating a distance between us.

I contemplated if he meant that as a rhetorical question. "He would be proud of you," I answered none the less.

"And would your father be proud of you?"

That was a low blow and he knew it. Just the mention of my father pulled at my heart strings. My chest tightened. Even after six years it was still raw and somewhat unbearable to reminisce.

"Don't talk about my father," I winced.

He laughed sinfully, "nothing ever changes does it? I open a page and you close it."

He rocked back and forth on his chair, smirking at me.

I sighed, "I need you to sign the papers. Stop prolonging the inevitable."

"I want my freedom."

I pushed the papers towards him, "I can't negotiate with you; you're the one who took your anger out on the wrong person."

He pushed the papers back towards me, "then I am not signing anything."

"You do realise that as long as you are in here," I waved my hand around the room, "you have no legal rights anyway. Besides you and I both know this arrangement is for the best."

I flinched as he slammed his hands on the table, moving closer to me, "you are pathetic. I am going to make your mother's and your life a living hell."

I bit my lip, realisation settling in. "This is about revenge isn't it? Your motives are far from pure." I laughed lightly, "I have done nothing but think about how you must feel and what you're going through." I stood up. "But the truth is your using your own daughter as a bargaining tool. I won't have it!"

His eyebrows knitted together. "And what are you going to do about it?" he challenged me.

I grabbed my bag, "I will be a witness against you, if that's what it takes to keep your hands off of Amelia-Grace."

I turned around and walked out.

Amelia-Grace is an innocent and vulnerable baby. She is not some ploy to use at his dispense, I won't allow it.

I walked into the corridor and saw my mom sat on the bench, while gently rocking the carrier with her hand.

"Did he sign them?"

I passed her the papers. "The only way he will sign over custody is if you grant him his freedom." I started to walk towards the doors.

"I can't do that, Caroline," she paused "there was CCTV footage of him assaulting Stefan."

I halted and spun around to face her. "Did you say Stefan?"

My mom reached down and picked up the carrier, "not important Caroline."

"It is important mom, he's my friend."

"What is it with you and teachers?"

"I can't do this anymore mom, the snide remarks. You haven't even asked if I'm okay or how college is going," I snapped, then my eyes diverted guiltily towards a sleeping Amelia. I internally cursed myself for raising my voice. "I get that we have our differences, but that's not how our relationship should be."

She scoffed, "there is nothing normal about our relationship. It is broken beyond repair." She pushed her way through the doors. "You've seen to that," she added contemptuously.

I couldn't stop myself; a few unwanted tears ran down my cheeks.

"Stop that attention seeking Caroline; you wonder why you were always socially awkward?" she proceeded to place the carrier in the car. "Get in the car."

I did what I always did. I followed her commands.

Next chapter: Drowned your sorrows.

Okay so I decided to half this chapter, because the night scene was getting so long. Next chapter with consist off Caroline meeting up with old friends, Klaus will show up. One of them gets handsy and the next day will be in Klaus' P.O.V and he will be visiting someone.

The next chapter is nearly already wrote, so it shouldn't be long.

On a side note, go and check out my new fic Deadly Secrets, based of off Pretty Little Liars. (Contains no characters from that show though)

Thank you everyone :)