Their kisses were passionate; fire and gasoline burning brighter with every new clash of lips. Klaus felt his body rolling over to lie on Caroline's; his shirt off, her only in her short sundress which had gone up above her hips in the scuffle. His hand gripped her face, the other one wrapped around her waist to keep her against him. She didn't seem to mind being on the bottom; her hands staying on the sides of his face.

He never thought he'd have this again. Love. Loving a vampire who just started out as a vampire, much less one as young as she was. He'd loved Tatia, but lost her to Elijah. He'd loved Aurora, and learned of heartbreak by her hand. Also, inadvertently, losing her to Elijah. When he lost her, he thought that was it, that was the end of his conquests, the end of him ever thinking he'd have a happily ever after with more than his family. But as his mouth closed over a beautiful blondes', and for her to kiss him back, he couldn't contain his happiness. He believed now, firmly, that he wouldn't die alone. The opposite of what he'd told Stefan. He believed now that his last love, the only love he ever wanted again, would be there with him, even if he does in fact die before her. If he were to die for her, that would be the best death he could have imagined for himself.

Klaus's body fell more onto hers, and she felt free still, even with his legs on top of hers, his thousand-year-old vampire strength pinning her to the bed. Because she knew, that if she wanted to stop, or whatever the case, he'd let her go. He always respected her words, her choices. He always had a new problem to solve, a new threat to his family, to his daughter. Klaus might always have to fight, but he never excluded her. If she wanted to help, he kept her safe. If she didn't need the safety, he let her be free. When she helped him win, his gratitude came in many endless nights of love and the act of gratitude. No matter what he tried to keep bad things from happening to her. If it wasn't possible, he stayed by her side and sent his siblings to fight his battles. She'd never felt so loved by such a horrible person, ever. But she knew, that he was not as terrible. And as Klaus rolled a little bit off of her body to slide his hand slowly up the hem of her dress, she kissed him deeper, pulling his lips closer.

Soon Caroline no longer knew where her dress was, and Klaus's bare skin pressed hard against her own in every way possible. They both groaned and pulled at eachother every time they reached elation, and she threw her head back, his lips coming to meet her throat with the last climax. They laid there, their mouths still pressed together, panting and pressing foreheads.

He looked into her eyes and saw a smile, which he returned. Klaus rolled off of her and they pulled the covers up over their naked bodies, staring up at the darkness. Then he wanted to reach for her hand, which rested beside her. She found his at the same time and they squeezed them, before leaving their hands clasped on top of the covers. Soon, they fell asleep like that.

With his eyes closed, all he dreamt of was her. Their first date, the first time she let herself laugh before him. He knew he was falling long before he wanted to make that sound come from her lips again. Even after she helped her friends try to kill him several times. Even with every rejection, every cold shoulder, every display of distrust. But finally she started to trust him. Finally she started to see the man behind the monster. The monster he showed everyone else but her, because he trusted her not to break his heart, even when she did. He trusted her to not try to kill him again, even when she did. Soon enough he didn't care if she hurt him. He just wanted to be there with her, it seemed. But somewhere along the way, she gave him a reason to keep hoping and give her another chance without blinking an eye. Even though he still wanted her despite every stab in the back. She was smart, and beautiful, and strong, and good. So good. Each kiss she'd given him, every caress on his skin, every simple action to stay by his side. And so he kept dreaming of her beauty. All was her, and she was his life as much as Elijah, or Hope, or Rebekah, or Kol. More than his siblings, even.

Caroline's head stayed still during her dreaming. She walked down a stone floor into a dining room, the table large and wooden, and a fireplace on her right. She knew this room and yet she didn't know how. Those flames always leapt that high. The table was always unoccupied. And soon she saw a figure in the doorway opposite her. Klaus leaned in it, studying her and smiling slightly. She smiled back. Caroline knew that Klaus sparked that fire everyday. She knew how much he wanted to be with her. And keeping from fulfilling his wishes for so long felt like a betrayal somehow. Yet she knew he would forgive her. He forgave her easily, quicker than anyone else. And that was something she hoped would never change.

A new day came, and they awoke. Caroline turned in the sheets to see Klaus's face half-buried in the pillow, his arm around her, and his eyes opened slowly to hers. She smiled a little, and kissed him. He kissed her back, and held her face with one hand. Each kiss was more than just a 'good morning'. It was a continuation of yesternight, with all its pushes and pulls, and pushes and pulls. Caroline drew back, sitting up and Klaus looked at her while still lying in the sheets. What had happened to put them in that place, to live each day the same, had not been a topic they'd breached for many months. They didn't talk about anything. But one more morning wouldn't hurt as long as they were together. Klaus pulled her back down to meet him under the covers and they quickly relived all that they had before, and more. This time was different, this time they were closer to something new. Klaus bowed his head and planted a kiss on Caroline's collarbone, she moved her head away and buried her slight fingers in his hair, both inhaled at the point of elation and a new word was spoken. The first word to be spoken in a year.

"Hallelujah" they both whispered. Caroline looked down at Klaus and he picked his head up to look at her. Their elation was forgotten as they realized what had just occurred. Klaus quickly shot up and they shared one long, deep kiss before everything around them burned white.

Klaus and Caroline looked eachother up and down, as they laid side by side, fully clothed, and trapped in a red circle. One that had been drawn a year ago. Klaus turned and looked to see Elijah and Freya standing over them, both Klaus and Caroline stood up immediately. Caroline watched as Klaus reached out to feel something in the air, the thing that had left him and Caroline powerless to leave, and wreaked havoc if they tried to. It was not there.

They were free.

Klaus looked at Elijah and was met with a grin. He turned to Freya who greeted him in the same way.

"Thank you. Both of you." He said, and Elijah and Freya shared a look. "Come, let's get out of here." Klaus prompted, Elijah and Freya left the room. And so he was able to give Caroline a look which she shared. A desperate, lost feeling passed between them and he touched her arm. Caroline looked down and he brought his arm around her waist, pulling her out of the circle as he stepped out himself. She didn't move until Klaus took her hand and looked her in the eye, giving a nod.

"I know, love." He said. That place was beautiful, and unlike the other spells witches had cast on Klaus, it didn't feel like enemies were closing in on him, waiting to choke the life out of him. But then it could've just been the fact that Caroline was with him this time. There were no hours spent alone, they lived and dreamed of eachother. Not one moment passed where they didn't feel love for one another. Not one moment was filled with Klaus yelling and tearing up the room, or Caroline screaming for help, because they learned they couldn't have spoken. They tried, but no sound had come. It became peaceful not to be able to speak. Even if Caroline couldn't hear Klaus's voice calming her, or Klaus not being able to hear Caroline's laugh. Where there was no way to hear, there was no need to talk. They'd communicated long enough with their eyes, and it was all they needed to get by. It was a prison they missed, not for its tortures but for its odd qualities. Klaus squeezed Caroline's hand and they left the room, close beside each other. Soon enough for them to watch Elijah and Freya finish off the enemies that needed to be fought before they could leave. Klaus smiled at them.

"You two haven't lost your touch, have you?" Klaus asked. They left without another word, and Klaus and Caroline were left to build their lives again, missing their little prison, at the same time glad to be free of it.