A/N:

Soooo, yeah. Haven't updated in a while. I have been down with a horrible illness called "Writer's Block." Anyone familiar with it? Yeah, well it's terrible. But finally, I was inspired, and here we are. I hope you enjoy this lovely new chapter, and oh yeah, HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

~Erin

Chapter 37: Love Bite

I ran as fast as I possibly could, my tangled blonde hair whipping behind me as I went. Making my way through the maze of rooms in the compound, hoping not to run into neither Tyler or Marcel. Because I knew if one of them caught me, I wasn't making out of the Abattoir. Not now, and definitely not ever.

"Caroline, I know you're running, and you can't hide in a house filled with enemies." Tyler called throughout the compound. I ducked down behind what seemed to be a random credenza sitting in the middle of the hallway. Tucking my knees underneath myself, I made sure to remain quiet and still.

I heard Tyler's footsteps echo down the hallway, and walk past where I was curled up. When I thought I saw the heels of Tyler's boots turn a corner into another hallway. When I felt I was in the clear, I dashed to the left, only to crash into a strong male chest.

"Tyler, I believe I've found what you're looking for." Marcel grabbed my arms, forcing them behind back, using his own calloused hands as my restraints. Tyler retreated back around the corner he had turned earlier, and gave me a look of relief. But that look soon turned to anger.

"I trusted you to meet me in the courtyard. And now you've betrayed my trust, and the trust of everyone else here. I can't believe that you would be so selfish." Tyler spoke to me harshly. I grunted, trying to remove myself from Marcel's grasp. I was ignoring Tyler, and focusing more on trying to get away.

"I told you before. I don't want to be your prisoner." I continued to struggle against Marcel's grasp once more, but his hands were like iron chains. The words that I spoke had an obvious effect on Tyler. His face twisted in hurt when I called him out as my captor.

"That's it." Tyler growled, and approached me. His hands gripped my chin roughly, making so I could only look directly into his eyes. I noticed his pupils were swimming with emotion. Hatred, regret, loathing, abandonment. Everything Tyler was feeling at that exact moment was expressed through his eyes.

"I have tried to be nice to you, to save you. But you've obviously made your choice. So I'm making mine." Tyler looked past me, and into Marcel's eyes.

"I'll make sure she doesn't cause anymore trouble." Tyler assured Marcel, and Marcel passed my gripped wrists into Tyler's hands.

"Come on." Tyler ushered me back towards his bedroom.

When we made it back through the doorway, Tyler threw me onto the bed. He yanked the door closed, locking it behind us. I scrambled against the upholstered headboard, trying to make myself as small as possible before Tyler did what he was planning to do.

"Take off that ridiculous blouse." Tyler commented, and I gave him a surprised look. His whole demeanor had changed. Gone was the vicious hybrid that had spoken to Marcel in the hallway a few sparse moments ago.

"Why?" I challenged him. Tyler rolled his eyes, before snatching a worn t-shirt from one of the drawers in his dresser. He also grabbed a pair of his old Mystic Falls High School Football sweatpants. I recognized them as my favorites. Whenever I stayed over at the Lockwood mansion all those months ago, those were what I slept in.

"I know you feel uncomfortable in Verity's clothes, so I thought changing into my sweats might make you feel a little bit better." Tyler shrugged, before handing me the folded clothes. I nodded a silent thanks, before heading into the bathroom to change. But that's when Tyler stopped me.

"Change in here. Right there. You don't get to go into the bathroom. You don't get to hide. Either you trust me, or you don't. This is it. Change here, in front of me. Or prove that you're as disloyal as they come."

I gave Tyler a look of complete shock. He couldn't be serious. Tyler would never make me expose myself in such a revealing manner, nevertheless if he cared about me as much as he said he did.

"No." I refused, and Tyler looked down solemnly, before looking towards the door.

"You were right. She can't be trusted. We shouldn't risk exposing Davina for her. I'm sorry I've caused so much trouble over a girl who doesn't love even love me anymore." Tyler went towards the bedroom door, unlocking and opening it at the same time. When I looked to see who Tyler was speaking to, I was not surprised.

"I'll escort down to the cells myself. Maybe we can use her as Klaus bait." Marcel suggested. Tyler walked back towards me, and gripped my arms behind my back once again. I leaned closer to Tyler's ear, and whispered something in it that I'd been meaning to say all along.

"The reason that I fell for Klaus is simply one thing. He was more of a man then you will ever be." I breathed. I felt Tyler's body tense against my own, and I knew I had struck a nerve. That's when I felt a sharp nick in my neck, and a searing pain spread throughout my body. I knew that pain.

"You bit her, you idiot." Marcel barked. Tyler shoved me towards Marcel, with a bright red wound blossoming on my neck.

"Don't worry. By the time Klaus actually gets here to save his precious girlfriend, she'll be dead."

KLAUS POV

"Brother, we cannot simply storm the Abattoir without a proper plan. Marcel expects you to do something as reckless as that, and frankly I will not allow it." Elijah advised me. I grunted in response, not pleased that my brother was correct when it came to this certain situation.

"She could be hurt, Elijah. Being tortured with God knows what. If I do not get to her in time, I could risk losing her to the disgraced hybrid. Every minute that she is with them, I am driving myself onto the brink of insanity." I huffed, trying to explain my agitation at that current moment.

"If Tyler loves Caroline as much as he proclaims he does, he would not harm her. Marcellus, while I knew him as a young and vibrant boy, has ripened his hatred for us over the years. I severely doubt he would give up a chance to damage something so intimate to you. I do not believe Tyler is the one we should fear. Marcellus is, I'm afraid." Elijah approached the bar in the study, and poured him and myself a glass of hard scotch. But now was not the time for leisurely drinking. I needed to be focused on finding Caroline.

"We need to call in reinforcements. Simply storming the Abattoir without others would mean trying to overpower 20 or 30 vampires at once. We need to call in first ranks, younger vampires that still have an urge to kill. We'll work from there." I responded before heading out of the study, and going towards the kitchen. I heard shuffling, and looked into the stainless steel appliance filled room.

When I fully entered the room, I came face-to-face with Liz, or Sheriff Forbes as she preferred me to call her. She was busying away at the coffee machine, and noticed me after she heard my footsteps.

"Klaus, where is she?" the Sheriff asked me, cradling her newly made cappuccino. Her hands were gripping the cup with vigor, worry obviously filling her mind. I looked her straight in the eyes, and gave her the news that was tearing me up inside.

"She's with Marcellus and Tyler. Tyler came last night and injected her with a vervain syringe, and took her away. It's obvious there was a struggle, and she fought back by was unable to succeed." I gave her the short version of the story.

"What are we going to do?" She asked me, her brows furrowed in thought.

"I am going to arrange for a rescue attempt, with the help of some of my acquaintances. You are going to stay here, where it's safe. Caroline would want you to stay as far away from this as possible. Liz, I assure you that I am doing everything in my power to assert the situation and get Caroline home safely." I could see a bit of annoyance in the sheriff's eyes when I told her I was handling everything. Though as I explained my plans, her grip on her cappuccino loosened and her expression relaxed. I could tell she was beginning to trust me.

"I agree that you know more about the supernatural world and the way it works than I do, so I'll do as you ask and stay here. But I need you to promise me that you will do whatever means necessary to get my daughter home safely. She means everything to me, and if I lose her, I'll be blaming you more than I will blame Marcel or Tyler. Her blood will be on your hands, and there's no way that you could ever remove those stains." Liz warned me. She held my gaze sternly. This was the only way to fully make her understand how much I cared for her only daughter.

"I swear on my life that I will do whatever means necessary to Caroline home. I promise." I spoke those words with the utmost candor and honor.

"Good." She said simply, before heading toward the library.

"I love her, you know." I spoke simply. Liz stopped in her tracks and turned to face me. Her eyes were soft, holding a gentle gaze.

"I know. And I know she loves you too."

"One more thing too, though." I said

"Yes?" and she waited for me to speak.

"Layoff the caffeine. It will just make you more nervous." I said with a small smile. Liz gave me a brisk laugh, before fully entering the library, closing the door behind herself.

I knew in that moment that this situation was more than urgent; it was life or death.

CAROLINE POV

I was aching; this pain was dull and sore. This was it. I was going die in this prison that Marcel and Tyler had thrown me into. It was some sort of cellar, with a musty scent and cold dirt floors. My clothes were already dirty, and I had only been sitting here for three hours. Well, what seemed to be three hours. I couldn't tell how long I had been in here. The only source of light was a slot in the cage-like door, where I was pretty sure my meals would be delivered through.

If I had just played along with Tyler's little lovesick puppy rouse, I could be safe in the compound without a blistering werewolf bite on my neck. But my stubbornness had burnt all of those bridges, making it impossible for me to ever earn Tyler's trust again. Klaus at least knew I was here. But how long would it take him to rescue me? I couldn't escape now. Marcel had placed a guard at the door of my prison, so I was under 24 hour surveillance. Then I remembered the bracelet Davina had given me, and how she had enchanted it if I ever needed help. I needed help now more than ever.

Wrapping my hand around the simple silver bangle, I thought a conversation up in my head. Hopefully Davina could respond. I was depending on her to get me information on what Marcel's plans were.

"Davina? It's Caroline. I need help."

I held my breath in anticipation, hoping that the young witch would respond soon.

"Caroline, oh my gosh. I didn't know what had happened. All I overheard was that Tyler bit you, and then Marcel sent you to the cellar. Are you okay?" The young witch responded quickly, and I let out a sigh of relief. She was in the clear.

"Yea, Tyler bit me. Werewolf bites are poisonous to vampires. I'm dying, Davina. I need to know if Klaus has any plans to storm the Abattoir. Can you send him a message for me? Please. I'm begging you, Davina."

I waited impatiently for Davina to respond.

"How? I'm banned from using technology. Marcel's afraid that I could be tracked through servers by old coven witches. Which I highly doubt, considering the old hags don't even know how work an iPhone."

That wasn't a surprise to me. Marcel seemed like the anti-technology type, plus witches often relied on old magic than technology.

"Make my daylight ring appear again. Then send him a message on a scrap of paper with my ring that way he knows it's me. Can you do that?" I asked her, silently praying that she could. Davina was my only shot at communicating with Klaus.

"Okay. I'm channeling your energy now. Your ring should be gone in a minute. My advice is to take it off, unless you want you hand to come with it." Quickly, I removed my daylight ring and placed it on the dirt floor of the cellar. I watched as it disappeared into thin air, just as Davina said it would.

"Okay, I got it." Davina confirmed the status of my daylight ring.

"Great. Now do you have a piece of paper?" I asked her.

"Yeah. Give me the message. Oh, and include something in there that only Klaus and you would understand. Maybe a code word, or a memory." Davina advised me. She had point. Klaus needed a way to know that it was actually me, and not Marcel baiting him. I thought of something almost instantly, and began to compose the note to to Davina.

"Okay, here we go. Ready?" I asked Davina.

"Ready."

"Here we go:

Dear Klaus,

I need to keep this short, so here it is. I'm at the Abattoir, as you know. But now I need help. Tyler bit me and now I'm dying. Please get here soon. Marcel knows where Haley and the twins are. Send protection for them also. I'm in some sort of cellar, and I can feel the life draining out of my body. They're starving me, so I need back up. And if I'm dead before you get here, I want you to know one thing; I love you too.

Always and forever,

Caroline

PS: There has been NO hot-hybrid sex.

That's it Davina. Thanks." I confirmed the entire message, besides the occasional gag of Davina about the PS part. Only Klaus would get that.

"Okay, I sent it along with your daylight ring. Marcel is calling for me. Be careful and take care, Caroline." Davina disconnected our link, and suddenly a wave of exhaustion hit me.

Leaning against the wall of my prison, I felt the pain of the bite envelop me as I waited for my knight in shining armor to arrive.

A/N:
Hope you guys like the update. I really like switching POV's, so I might start doing that more often. Okay, that's it!

~Erin