Well, it's been a while since I updated "Stolen Moments" (the last time being October 14), so I thought I'd update for the hell of it. This one shot is something I was going to do previously, but I changed my mind. Of course, it's Klaroline, and nothing hurts.

You broke through the storm,
And you turned back the night.
Baby you are the fire,
Burnin' the midnight sky,
And your love,
Keeps taking me higher.
Just when all hope was gone,
Where the hero belongs...
There you were.

The pieces of marble flew past him and onto the floor as Klaus chistled away. For the past month, he had been hard at work creating his latest masterpiece: a statue, something that he had never tried before, but always wanted to. He kept the project a secret from everyone, including his family, mostly because he didn't want them to see what he was doing. It wasn't that he didn't trust them, far from it, he just didn't want them to see what he was working on.

He then stepped back and looked at the statue, a smile appearing on his face. It was absolutely beautiful, almost lifelike. It was so lifelike, in fact, that Klaus felt like he was drawn to it, enamoured by its magnificence and beauty. Hell, he was in love with the damn thing and it wasn't even human.

As he continued to look at it, Klaus saw the statue was coming to life. He shook his head, thinking that it was just his imagination. However, it turned out to not be the case and the statue continued to come to life in front of his eyes. Klaus turned around and to see if anyone else was there, because there was no way a statue could come to life on its own. No, this had to be the workings of a witch, because only witches had the ability to bring things to life, not vampire/werewolf hybrids like him.

When his search came up fruitless, Klaus returned to the room, and he was shocked to see that the statue was completely alive, her upper body covered with the cloth he had placed on the floor to keep the pieces of stone from messing up the entire room. She looked up at him, her blue eyes meeting his greenish blue ones.

"Hello."

Klaus smiled at her. "Hello, love. I apologize if I'm startled, but I just...wasn't expecting a woman in place of the statue I was working on."

"You're not the only one." She sighed, shaking her head. "By the way, I'm Caroline. What's your name, my creator?"

Klaus approached her and helped her to her feet. "My name, fair lady, is Klaus." He brought her hand up to his lips, kissing her knuckles. "While I don't know how you're here, I suppose it doesn't matter, because the most important thing is that you're alive."

Caroline smiled and then looked down at herself. "I...don't suppose you have anything for me to wear? I'm kind of naked as a newborn baby, and I could use some clothes, preferrably something comfortable."

"I think Rebekah may have some clothes you could use for the time being."

Caroline nodded and waited as Klaus went to Rebekah's room and returned with a long-sleeved T-shirt, jeans, and boots ensemble. Smiling, Caroline took the clothes and vamp speed to the bathroom to change into the borrowed clothes. She returned quickly and Klaus smiled at how she looked in his sister's outfit. The clothes seemed to fit her and although he was probably going to catch hell for it, it was the best he could do given the circumstances.

"How do I look?"

Her question brought him back to reality. "You look absolutely beautiful. Then again, you were beautiful before you were even brought to life."

Not giving her a chance to reply, he went over to her, pulled her close to him and kissed her tenderly. Caroline smiled against his lips and returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around him, allowing the passion of the moment to envelop them.

Note: Better late than never, huh? This little one shot was inspired by the myth of Pygmalion and Galatea. Don't ask, I thought it would be fun to do a Klaroline ficlet based on Greek mythology. Enjoy, lovelies, and Happy Advent!