Hey you fabulous people, here's the alternative to the previous chapter. The other half of this will be added on when I add the second half of the episode later! I hope this makes sense! Anyways, this will not be what really happened, but I wrote this just to keep the Klaroline shippers happy! I must admit, I had a lot of fun writing this part! Treat this as an AU chapter.

I'm super swamped with Chemistry and just personal stuff, so sorry for not being continuous with updating!

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A million questions whirled around my mind, and I knew I needed to go back home, but right now, I didn't want to. I couldn't.

A strange man appeared in front of me, and I screamed, slamming on my brakes. The person hit my windshield, and I felt my car flip, and I tumbled over and over, glass breaking and metal creaking.

I groaned, my head aching already, glass digging into my arm.

My ears were ringing and my vision was blurred, but I saw the man, the one whom I had just hit, move on the ground. I heard the sound of bones cracking and popping, and he slowly formed back into a normal human shape and stood up. I flailed in my seat, trying desperately to get free. I gave up, my head continuing to ache. He stood up, his black hoodie covering his face, and he slowly walked towards me. I could almost see my reflection in his polished black shoes. I whimpered, my breath ragged. He slowly knelt down.

Oh god.

Third Person POV

When Stefan walked into the parlor, he saw that his journal was laying open, and the two pictures, one of Chandra, and the other of Katherine, were laying on the floor.

Had someone seen them?

A car door slamming and the squeal of tires was heard, and he ran to the window. His eyes widened even further when he saw that it was Caroline's car, fleeing the scene.

He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, and called her, sighing in frustration when no one answered.

Caroline's POV

Suddenly, he got up and ran off, his legs and body a blur.

Not even a second later, another figure appeared. I gasped again, my heart thundering violently in my chest.

I screamed when Klaus' blue-green eyes appeared, his face came into focus as he lowered his body more to get a better look at me.

"How you doing in there, love?"

I groaned and squinted again, the blood flowing towards my brain making me feel foggy.

"Klaus!"

He stuck his head through the broken window a bit father and looked at me, hanging there haphazardly upside down.

"You look stuck."

"Really?" I chuckled, but that soon turned into a cough. "It's my seat-belt. I c-can't get it." my heavy pants turned into soft wailing, and he quietly shh-ed me.

"I'm gonna get you outta here, love. Don't worry." I heard a creak as he bent away the metal of the car.

"I need you to put your hands on the roof, Caroline." he murmured, and I did as he said, still whimpering.

"You ready?" his soft voice kept me alert, and I nodded, each movement pained.

He counted to three and I felt my seat belt snap as he ripped it out of it's buckle. I fell to the ground, and landed partially into his arms.

"I got ya." he picked me up easily, and stood up. I felt like a rag-doll in my arm, and I felt his worried gaze on me.

"Are you alright? Can you stand?"

I groaned, my eyes squinted in the moonlight.

"Is anything broken?"

"Uh-uh." I mumbled as he slowly set me onto wobbly knees.

I started to fall and Klaus moved, letting me fall into his arms.

"Whoa, you're going fast, love. I need you to look at me." a beat. "Caroline. Focus." He held my face in his warm hands, and he held my chin in one hand, his thumb gliding down across the middle of my bottom lip.

I groaned, and tried to open my eyes, but they were heavy as lead. "Look at me. Ok."

I heard the wind blow with a gentle whoosh.

"Is she okay?" I heard another male voice ask, and Klaus sighed.

"I look like her..." I said hopelessly and my eyes sagged shut, and I faded away into the darkness.

Third Person POV

"What?" both men said in disbelief, and Klaus's knees bent to get a hold of the falling girl.

Klaus slowly lowered her to the ground, stroking her hair.

Once he got a good grip on her body, he stood up, swinging her to get onto his feet. "Oh, sweetheat." he murmured lowly, and Damon stared at the two of them, an unknown emotion on his face.

Was he jealous? Klaus wondered, whilst in Damon's mind, he was thinking something along the lines of.

Does he have feelings for her?

"We can't just leave her here." Damon said, sighing. "I still need to go to Atlanta, but we can't really take her along, can we?

"I have a friend up in Chicago you could see, while I go to Bree down in Atlanta. Her name is Gloria. Tell her Niklaus sent you." Klaus offered, and he looked to the wreckage.

"One of us needs to clean up this mess." Damon said. "Stupid vampire just had to do it this way. Stole my game." he scowled and walked over to the wreckage, kicking it. "I guess I can go see Gloria, if you wanna take Caroline home to Stefan, and you can go see Bree. He shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me. As long as we get the damned tomb open."

Klaus nodded and adjusted Caroline's light body in his arms and took off in the direction of his car, which was parked at his mansion he had had built in the woods, away from most Mystic Falls residences.

When he arrived, only a minute or two later, he laid Caroline in the front seat of his car and checked her for wounds. He found none fatal, so left her as is, because he remembered the fit she had thrown last time a vampire tried to help.

An idea popped into his head, and he grinned wolfishly.

"Uh-oh." Damon said, suddenly behind him. "I know that look."

Klaus chuckled and climbed into his car.

"Stefan's not gonna like that..." he continued and Klaus rolled down his window.

"Relax, I'm taking her home."

Damon's face changed, and he almost looked relieved.

He chuckled and pulled away, heading down the rough road leading to the one headed south towards the Salvatore Boarding house.

~0~

He drove by the Boarding House slowly, and looked down at the unconscious girl. Another smirk passed over his face and he pressed down on the gas, taking off.

Caroline's POV

I woke to the sound of humming, and the warm sun rays on my face.

Where am I? Was the first groggy thought that came to mind.

I groaned as I shifted, and opened my eyes all the way.

My heart leapt in my chest as I was met with the sight of long green pastures and rolling hills.

"Good Morning, love." a deep British voice greeted and I shifted in my seat. It then hit me that I was in Klaus' car, in the middle of nowhere.

I gasped and looked around again. "Where are we?"

He shrugged. "Georgia."

I blinked a few times, unsure if I had heard him right. "Georgia? Uh...n-no. No. we're not. Stop playing games, Klaus. Where are we?"

"I'm not playing games, love, we're in Georiga. On the way to see a friend, actually." he paused and looked at her carefully. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?" his voice was soft, gentle.

I narrowed my eyes and did a mental check. My head ached, my leg felt swollen and I might have had whiplash, but I was fine. "I..."

"There's no broken bones, I made sure."

That got me out of my stupor almost immediately. "I'm not you're sweetheart." I snapped, and glared out the window. "And keep your hands to yourself."

He chuckled lowly. "I had to make sure you weren't mortally wounded. Couldn't have you dying out in the street, now could we?"

Last night came rushing back crystal clear and I mumbled, "But my car... there was a man... I hit a man. But then he got up, and...-who was that?"

"That's the million dollar question." he laughed lightly again and smiled.

I was silent for a moment, assessing my situation. I patted my pockets and looked around for my phone.

"Where's my phone...?" he didn't reply, and I felt panic set in.

Not good.

"Ok, we really need to get back. I really need to get back. No one knows what happened – no one knows where I am." I tugged at the door handle, which was locked, and my cold fingers tugged at the lock.

"Pull over." he did nothing of the sort. "I mean it, Klaus. STOP THE CAR."

I looked at him, tempted to slap him or do something. "You were so much more peaceful when you were asleep, love."

He pulled over and the minute we were almost to a complete stop, I threw open my door. I propelled myself out the car, feeling panic-y and uneasy. I had not had a panic attack since my mom died, and I wasn't planning on having one here, in front of him.

"Caroline!" he exclaimed, and my feet hit the grass on the side of the road, and I lost my balance. I rolled once and was left staring up at the sky, out of breath.

I heard his door shut and I sat up.

"Sorry." I mumbled, knowing he could hear me."Please give me a minute."

I pulled my knees to my chest and hid my face, taking deep breaths.

I heard a soft whoosh, and could feel his presence close to me.

"Hey." he said softly, and I pulled my tear-stricken face away to look at him. His expression was almost worried, and his blue-green eyes were pools of emotion. He pushed a lock of hair away from my face, staring at me. "Caroline?"

For a moment, he almost looked human.

But then, I remembered who he was, and who he was friends with, and sighed.

"I'm fine." I breathed, and shot him a strange look before looking away.

After a moment or two, the feeling was gone and I looked at him fiercely. "We have to go back."

He smirked, exhaling through his nose with a huff. He shook his head and gestured around. "C'mon, love. We've already come this far! It would be a shame to turn around and head back."

"No, it wouldn't be a shame! I can't be in Georgia! I wrecked my car. I need to go home! This is kidnapping, you know!"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't be so melodramatic, love."

I rolled my eyes and got up quickly, momentarily forgetting my shaky knees. "You're not funny. You can't do this. I'm not going to freaking Georgia!" I threw my hands up in annoyance.

"You're in Georgia." he pulled my vervain locked out of his pocket and he smirked wider as a look of horror passed over my face.

"I can very easily make you more agreeable, love." he put it away, giving me a pointed look. "Don't give me a reason to."

I shook my head in disbelief, staring up at his face. "If you wanted me to be 'agreeable' you would have compelled me the moment I woke up."

He opened his mouth to reply, but my phone ringing cut him off.

"That's my phone." I stated dumbly, and he nodded, pulling it out of his pocket.

"Oooh, it's a Salvatore. I'll take it." he raised an eyebrow and sent me a playful grin. "Caroline's phone!"

I heard Damon's loud, annoyed voice on the other end.

"She's right here, Damon."

He chuckled, and shook his head in amusement at his reply. "She's fine. No, I didn't want to take her home. I wanted some company."

He waited a moment, and pulled the phone away from his mouth to say to me.

"I was supposed to take you home...whoops." he smirked. "Stefan is furious."

"Speak of the devil..." he said quietly a moment later, and he looked at me. "He wants to talk to you."

I shook my head, the pictures flashing back into my mind.

"Uh-uh."

"She doesn't want to talk to you right now." he replied cordially, and cut off one of the brother's again. "You have a good day. Mhm. Good-bye."

"Look, no one knows where I am. Can we please just go back?" I pleaded, and he shook his head.

"That's the point. We're almost there anyways."

I walked over to the road and sighed when I saw no cars. "Where is there?"

"A little place right outside of Atlanta. Oh, come on, love. You don't wanna go back right now. Do you? What's the rush? Time-out. Trust me. Your problems are still going to be there when you get home. Look. Step away from your life for 5 minutes. 5 minutes!" he encouraged, smiling wolfishly.

I groaned in frustration and ran a hand through my hair, wincing when it caught in the blood matted at my scalp.

"My problems are here too!" I exclaimed, and whirled around to look at him. "I look like you and Damon's ex-girlfriend, lover, whatever! And my friend looks like Stefan's! Why would Stefan keep pictures of your 'lover' and his own?" I scrunched up my nose. "I'm not this Chandra girl, and I know it's strange our similarities, but I'm not her. Why do we even look alike?"

He shrugged, but I could tell he knew.

"Ah, come now, just take a break from all that." he urged again, and I sighed, knowing he wouldn't answer my question until he was good and ready.

"Am I going to be safe with you?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Is your word worth anything?"

He nodded again.

"Do you promise not to compel me? Can I trust you?"

"Get in the car, c'mon." he opened my door, evading my question.

I huffed in frustration and climbed in.

We drove in silence for a while, until I got tired of the slightly awkward silence.

"So, uh, where's my car?"

He turned to glance at me. "Damon pulled it off to the side of the road. I don't think anyone would bother it."

"What about the man in the road? Was he a..."

"From what Damon and I saw, yes." he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the soft classical music that was playing in the background.

Strange, I hadn't noticed that.

"You didn't know him?"

He chuckled and shook his head.

"Why do I look like her?" I asked again, hoping this time he'd answer.

He turned and looked at me seriously. "The word for this..." he gestured to me. "is called a doppelganger. It's quite complicated and I'd rather not get into it now, love."

I sighed, and turned to look out the window. We had arrived into a small town, and I saw a sign that said, 'Atlanta, 20 miles north'.

We pulled up to a little place called Bree's Bar.

"Uh, Klaus." I said, looking at him. "They won't let me in, I'm underage."

"Sure she will." he said, climbing out. I got out hesitantly and followed him to the door. We walked in, and sat down at the bar.

A dark skinned lady walked around from the back, and shrieked.

"No." she gasped, holding her hands up. "Get out of here!"

Klaus chuckled, and smirked. "Easy, love, I'm not here because of last time." he tapped the bar. "I'm here for Damon."

Her face lit up a little bit, and she walked over to the bar, and poured us all shots. She lifted up her shot and spoke loudly, across the whole bar.

"Listen up! Here's to Damon Salvatore, the man who broke my heart, crushed my soul, destroyed my life, and ruined any and all chances of happiness!" Bree took a swig of her shot, and suddenly she had a wooden stake in Klaus' chest.

I gasped, and looked at her in shock.

She had another one in her hands, and she was looking at me nervously. "Are you one too?"

My eyes widened, and I looked at Klaus, who had started to get gray.

Oh my god.

I swallowed thickly and shook my head. "N-no. I'm human. I'm Damon's nephew Zach's goddaughter. Klaus brought me here."

"Ah, so you're Damon's?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"N-no." I was still shocked that Klaus had just died, and she had done it with such ease.

"How'd he rope you in?" She asked, practically ignoring my past statement.

"I"m not roped in." I repeated, and she chuckled.

"Honey, if you're not roped, you're whipped. Either way, just enjoy the ride." she drank Klaus' shot, and turned around to put away the stake. I heard the sound of flesh moving and my head whipped around to Klaus, who was gone. At the same time, I heard glass break, and saw Klaus holding up Bree by the neck.

"C'mon, love. We have some questions to ask." he turned around and smirked at me.

Klaus suddenly turned around to face the bar. "HEY!" he shouted, and everyone turned to look at him.

I anticipated what he was doing, and plugged my ears.

"You won't remember what happens, or hear what happens. You'll think Bree is off for the day. Carry on."

I heard him faintly, but felt no forceful presence on my mind.

Guess I was okay.

Here's the new half! 5/30/14

Bree stared at me, silently begging for help. I gnawed on my lip, seriously not wanting to see what Klaus would do.

"I-I'm going outside. Can I have my phone back? Stefan's probably worried sick."

Klaus turned around, his lips pursed. "Don't go anywhere." he stared at me for a moment, his face blank, before tossing me my phone. I caught it, and walked outside without another word.

"Hey, Stefan." I greeted, once my friend picked up.

"Oh my god Caroline, thank goodness you're okay. Have you seen Elena?"

I scoffed. "Are you seriously kidding me? Klaus just basically kidnapped me, I was in a car accident, AND I found the pictures of Elena and I's look alikes, and you're asking how she is?"

Stefan sighed, obviously upset. "Caroline-"

Suddenly Damon was on the line. "Blondie." his voice was soft, and for a moment he sounded relieved.

"Damon, what am I doing here?" I demanded.

He chuckled dryly. "I didn't expect Klaus to take you to Bree's. I was surprised when I came home, and found that you weren't there." he trailed off. "Stefan was furious to say the least."

"Stefan has these pictures...Damon." I mumbled, running a hand through my messy hair. "Of Elena and I...but it's not Elena and I."

I heard his sharp intake of breath. "You found those?"

I nodded, but forgot he couldn't see me. "Yeah. I- I gotta go. I can't deal with this right now."

"Caroline-" I heard him say, and I hung up, shoving my phone into my pocket. When I turned around, Klaus was standing there, looking down at me.

"You alright, love?"

I stared up at him. "Don't act like you care." I scoffed and walked past him.

He grabbed my arm. "I do. You'll be no fun if you spend the night pouting."

We met eyes again and held the contact for a few seconds before we went back inside.

Bree was nowhere to be seen when we re-entered the bar. I swallowed nervously, wondering she Klaus had done to her.

Klaus sat down on one of of the bar stools, and I hesitantly sat next to him.

"What did you do to her?" I asked in a low voice.

He simply glanced down at me and smirked.

Bree walked around the corner, tying an apron around her waist.

"Klaus?" she asked, her face lighting up. "Well I'll be damned! That's twice I've seen you in a week!"

He chuckled. "Figured I'd stick around for a while, love."

She beamed at him and set down a shot glas in front of Klaus. "So, is this Damon's girl?" she asked, looking to me.

"No, I'm not-" I started, but Klaus cut me off.

"Of sorts, yes."

She cocked her head to the side, looking at me. "Didn't sound like she is."

I shrugged, awkwardly shifting in my seat.

"Okay, how did you and Damon meet?" I asked her.

"I met Klaus and Damon in college." she sighed, pouring some sort of vodka into our shot glasses.

"You and Damon went to college?" my mouth dropped open, trying to picture Damon and Klaus as frat boys.

"I've been on a college campus, yes." Klaus smirked and replied vaguely.

Bree sighed again. "It was about 20 years ago, when I was a sweet, young freshman, I met that beautiful man, and I fell in love. And then Damon, told me about their little secret, made me love him more. Because, you see, I had a little secret of my own that I was dying to share with somebody."

I looked closer at her expression, and saw that her eyes were glazed over.

What had Klaus done?

"She's a witch." Klaus murmured to me, and I peered at her curiously.

She smiled, nodding. "They changed my world. Klaus was always a bit rude to me, but he warmed up eventually." she batted her eyelashes, giggling.

Klaus drank his shot and she turned around.

"What did you do to her?" I hissed, and his blue-green eyes peered down at me. A wolfish grin passed over his face, but it evaporated as soon as she was facing us again.

"So, what is it that you want?" she cut straight to the point, and Klaus laughed.

~0~

We moved to a booth while I ate the burger and fries Bree made for me.

"So, since I'm a doppelganger, or whatever this is...does that mean that my however many great grandmothers was a vampire?"

Klaus chuckled, snagging out of my fries off my plate. "Vampires can't procreate...but we love to try, love." he wiggled his eyebrows at me, smirking.

I rolled my eyes, taking a bite into the burger.

"No, if you were related to a vampire, they would have had a child before they turned." he explained, getting a tad bit serious.

"So does Stefan think he can use Elena to replace...Katherine? Do I look like you and Damon's past love...Chandra?"

Klaus shrugged. "He might be, but that'd be kind of creepy." his eyes studied my face. "You look just like her, and that's what drew the Salvatore brothers in to you and your brunette friend."

I took my eyes away from his intense gaze, grimacing as I pulled an onion off my burger.

"Don't like onions?" he asked, and I scrunched up my nose, shaking my head.

"Not raw." I picked off my pickles as well, setting them to the side.

Klaus grabbed another fry and a pickle, popping them into his mouth. "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with you?" I retorted. "How can you even eat, if you're like, y'know...dead?"

He smiled. "As long as I keep blood in my system, I function normally, love. And dead isn't such a bad word."

I peered at his face. "This nice act, any of it real?"

Bree came up, her face pained. "Here you go!" she handed Klaus a beer, her voice cheery.

She met eyes with me, and my skin prickled.

"I'll have one too." I said suddenly.

Something about being close to Klaus must hurt...his compulsion? Better get her away.

I felt Klaus' surprised gaze on me, and looked at him.

"What?" when he didn't respond, I took the offered beer and drank some. "Time out, right? For five minutes?"

He nodded uncertainly.

"This five minutes is going to need a beer."

~0~

A few shots, a pool game, and two beers later, my phone rang. It was Zach.

I put down my pool stick and went over to the side door.

"Hello?" I asked, pressing my hand to my ear.

"Care?" Zach's voice was hard to hear, so I stumbled out into the alleyway.

"Zach? Hold on."

"Are you with Klaus?" I heard his worried voice on the other line.

I tripped over something and dropped my phone. Scowling, I picked it up. "Hello?"

My arm hair suddenly prickled, and strong arms were wrapped around me from behind. I shrieked, only to drop my phone and have my mouth covered.

Third Person POV

Klaus' eyes scanned the bar, looking for his partially drunk blonde companion.

"Caroline?" he called, walking over to the pool table where she was a moment ago.

"She went outside, man." a guy said, nodding towards the side door. "Got a phone call."

He was outside in a flash, looking around. The glint of light caught his sharp eyes, and he picked up her scuffed phone.

What was it doing on the ground?

He turned his nose to the air, and immediately picked up the sharp smell of Caroline. Following it around towards the back of the building and through a small alleyway, he saw her hanging onto a tank, up a few feet in the air.

"Klaus, no!" she called, her voice panicked.

A man suddenly ripped Caroline down off the platform, and was in front of Klaus in seconds, Caroline held in his arms.

She was trembling, obviously distressed.

"Please, let me go." she pleaded with him, her voice wavering slightly.

"Why should I?" he snarled, looking to her and then to Klaus. "You both are friends with him! But the question is, who can I kill that'll hurt worse?"

Klaus' eyes flashed back and forth. "Who are you talking about?"

The man laughed dryly. "Perfect, you both have absolutely no idea."

Klaus stared at the man's face for a moment.

He was in the bar when I attacked Bree. He realized.

Caroline's POV

"What are you talking about? What happened?"

"Your friend Damon Salvatore killed my girlfriend." he snarled in response, his arms tightening around me.

I winced at his strength.

"What did she do to him, huh? What did she to do him?" he continued.

"What did Damon do? Who did he kill?" Klaus asked, stepping forwards.

He threw me to the side, causing me to fall to the ground.

I heard him attack Klaus with the baseball bat that was suddenly in his hand.

Klaus winced in pain. I got up slowly.

"I don't understand!" I tried to distract him from hurting him.

"I got word that my girlfriend went to visit Stefan, and Damon killed her. Then you and his girlfriend come wandering in, and attack my friend."

"Lexi?" my brain frantically put together the pieces. "Lexi was your girlfriend? She told me about you. She said that you were human."

He turned to me, teeth bared. "I was."

"She turned you?" I asked again.

"If you want to be with someone forever, you have to live forever." he kicked Klaus square in the face, and I heard a sickening crunch. The smell of gasoline washed over me as I heard it being poured onto Klaus' body.

"She loved you. She said that, "When it's real, you can't walk away."" I explained, stepping forward.

"Well, that's a choice you're not going to have to make." he pulled something out of his pocket.

Was that a match?

"Don't, please don't. Don't hurt him-"

"I'm doing this for Lexi." he mumbled, almost to himself.

"Lexi loved you! And she was good! That means you're good too! Be better than Damon, don't do this! I'm begging you. Please." I poured every ounce of my humanity into my plea, trying to connect with him in some way.

Without looking at me, he threw Klaus into the brick wall behind him, and ran.

"Thank you." I whispered to the retreating figure.

Klaus groaned from the ground and I ran over to him. "Are you alright?"

Kneeling by his side, I saw his face was caked in blood and he had a few bloody patches on his shirt.

His cloudy eyes met mine. "Are you?"

I suddenly felt the stinging pain in my knees and palms.

Must have cut them when I fell. I realized.

I nodded. "Do you need help up?"

He shook his head, pulling himself up. I had draped my arm around his shoulders, despite him 'not needing help'. He stumbled a few steps, and I heard a few cracks.

"I'll be fine."

We walked quietly back to the bar.

"Thank you, Caroline." he said lowly, his voice melodic.

I turned to him, smiling slightly. "You're welcome."