A/N: I had a few requests for longer chapters so I am trying it out. Please Review!

A ray of sunlight streamed down through open curtains and onto Caroline's face the morning after her ride to New Orleans, her meeting with Elijah, her somewhat truce with Hayley. She rolled her whole body over, pushing her face into the pillows and blankets that surrounded her.

It only took a moment more, to realize that she had not slept where she had fallen the night before. She flipped back over, looking quickly around the room, before patting her body down and feeling that, yes, she was still wearing pants, a shirt, and a now horribly uncomfortable bra. She quickly unhooked the mounded fabric and rubbed her ribcage where the underwire had dug into her skin.

She was in Klaus' room, that much was evident. There was an easel over by the window with one of his expressionist paintings; there were long dark streaks of black on this one, he had been angry while painting it. She found herself selfishly wondering if he had painted it before or after their day in the woods.

She sat in a king size bed belonging to a man who both terrified and tormented her. She needed to tell Klaus about Tyler, but now that she was here, the reluctance of a more cowardly Caroline set in. "I will get out of bed on the count of three. One. two. three." And she pushed the comforter back swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood soundly on the floor. "Deep breaths, Caroline" she said to herself, and she walked towards the sounds of people below.

She opened a set of closed French doors on the main floor of the house to an array of breakfast foods and her reason for traveling to New Orleans fell away to her need for food, or more realistically, her need for blood. Her stomach growled and she quickly said good morning to Elijah who was reading the newspaper at the far end of the table. He returned the pleasantry and told her to help herself. She dove at the food like a woman crazed, hoping that chocolate croissants would tide over her need for blood.

That wasn't necessary because as she was moving from pastries to eggs a champagne flute with a generous amount of blood was set in front of her. She turned abruptly and saw Klaus standing behind her.

"I thought you might be hungry for something with a little more sustainability, love". He smiled at her and gestured towards her drink.

Caroline was slightly taken aback by his presence. He had a habit of appearing out of nowhere, but decided to move her emotions to suspicions of the offer. She gets her blood from blood bags, Klaus' comes from humans and she didn't like the idea of consuming blood that was taken forcefully. But her eyes began to darken and she knew that she was, at this moment, too hungry to care. The blood was warm, delicious as it slid down her throat. She closed her eyes in silent appreciation. Then took a deep breath and looked at him.

He stood before her, no different from the man who made love to her in the woods, yet recognizable still as the man who had slain friends whom she'd loved. The silent complexities of their relationship sat between them as they stared, her, seated, looking up, him gazing down.

She broke the stare to glance towards where Elijah was sitting moments before but he had since left the room. She looked back up at Klaus and smiled, "Thank you," she said, "I needed that."

He continued to look at her, unable to find words, which makes sense, she never knew what to say whenever he showed up unannounced. She relished in his inability to find words. For once, she had rendered him speechless.

She stood up, suddenly nervous and tongue-tied; "I need to talk to you about Tyler. Well about Hayley and about Tyler. About Tyler and Hayley. What Tyler is going to do to Hayley, well not Hayley so much, the baby," she babbled and continued to babble until Klaus grabbed her arms and forced her to sit on the chair she had occupied. He knelt down in front of her until she stopped talking then moved into the chair next to her.

"Take a deep breathe love," he calmed her, "now what is Tyler going to do?"

"Okay," Caroline started again, regaining her bearings and remembering her purpose, "I came her to tell you; Tyler is going to do something so stupid."

"I had ascertained as much when he picked revenge over you," Klaus intimated. "I have been prepared for Tyler's attack on me for quite some time."

Caroline shook her head, "Okay two problems with that. 1. I do not want Tyler's death to be your solution to his actions. And 2. He is not preparing to attack you, he wants to attack Hayley, he is going to," she paused trying to find the least disgusting way to describe Tyler's plan for revenge, "end her pregnancy."

Klaus' expression gave nothing away, but his eyes drifted off, he was strategizing, finding his next plan of attack. She grabbed his face between her palms and forced him to look at her, "I need your promise that you will not kill Tyler".

Klaus looked away from her. It was too much to hope in the small hours of the night that she had come here for him, and she had delivered the expectant disappointment fruitfully. "I don't know if I can do that love. If what your saying is true than this will be the second time that your dear Tyler has tried to take the life of my child. If he does plan to just keep coming back time and time again it will be quite the load off of my shoulders to end the poor boy's life."

Klaus stood up and looked down again, upon this girl, this time with hostility in his eyes. People are so disappointing. But of course, she wouldn't come here for him. It is always Tyler. He left her in the room livid with her betrayal. When he walked out of the room Hayley immediately accosted him. "Not now, little Wolf," he nearly screamed, but she followed him anyway.

"Look, Klaus," she said not showing a hint of fear at the Originals shaking figure, "I don't trust her, I don't like that she's here."

"I don't really care."

"Klaus, how can you trust her, she's not here for you! I believe her when she says that Tyler is going to try to kill me again—"

"Someone's been eavesdropping, very polite, some parenting you had." He smile at his own joke and sat down in his office chair, "Oh, wait…"

Deflecting the sting about her parentage, Hayley charged on, "Caroline is probably here as a distraction. She is helping the love of her life kill the man who has terrorized her and the baby he's having with another women. And then she is going to run off into the sunset with him."

Klaus looked sideways at Hayley, "Go away now, little Wolf." Hayley's description of events was not far off from his own ideas about Caroline's presence. She did ask for the boy's life after all.

"Don't be naïve, Klaus." She said as she stormed out of his office.

Klaus continued to sit in his desk trying to find every angle of the foreboding threat. Unbeknownst to him, his brother had ideas of his own and if keeping Hayley safe meant confronting the little vampire that Klaus was so infatuated with, so be it.

When Klaus had left Caroline in the dining room she sat stunned by his response, then winced openly when she heard that Klaus had a nickname for the woman carrying his child. She wondered if there was a part of him that wished she were a wolf like him. They had so many differences, his term of endearment for Hayley served as a reminder that they weren't even of the same species.

She was so deep in thought that she didn't see Elijah enter the room. He stood opposite her, the massive oak dining table between them. "I had hoped," he began which startled Caroline out of her thoughts, "that you understood what I meant last night when I told you I would not tolerate a threat to Hayley."

"I did," she queried.

"Then why do you seem to be involved in some plot with my brother's hybrid to harm her?"

"I'm not."

"Caroline, you might have my brother wrapped around your finger but I know a ploy when I see one. There is very little you could do or say to me in order to make me believe that you would come here out of the goodness of your heart in order to offer assistance to your competition."

Caroline scoffed, "my competition?"

"Yes, quite frankly, Hayley is carrying the child of the man you… well you don't even know what he is to you so I am not going to speculate here… she is your competition. I have lived for a thousand years and believe me when I say that when women are causing harm to other women, there is always a man involved."

"I am not here to harm anyone." Caroline shouted and stood tall, fed up with this Original bullshit. Cool one minute hot the next, and she has no time for it. "I came here to warn Klaus about the attack on Hayley. I did that because I believe that nothing Hayley has done to me, or Tyler, or anyone, should affect the life of Klaus' child. I believe that it's just a baby." She sighed exasperated, and nearly begged, "It could be his chance, Elijah."

Surprised by her response, Elijah softened; he had once said something similar. That baby was a chance for Klaus to have a family. Perhaps, to Caroline, it was a different chance, a chance that Klaus would or could admit to loving someone. Love is strangely transferable. The more love you have the more you want to give it away. His brother has spent too many years unloved, untrusting, and alone. Now there is a young vampire who seemed to understand not only that Klaus was a man broken, but that he was also mendable.

Elijah took another moment to decide upon his response. "You seem to have considerable loyalties when it comes to my brother, but I do not trust you with Hayley."

"Fine," Caroline retorted, angry that her motives could be considered treacherous. "It seems you all have everything under control here. I came here to tell you what was going to happen to Hayley, and I did. I asked Klaus for mercy for Tyler, so it seems my job here is done." She was going to walk towards the door before she realized she didn't have her shoes or jacket from the night before. She whooshed upstairs retrieved her belongings and as she was walking out the door she turned to Elijah and said, "hopefully we wont see each other for several centuries. Give Klaus my regards."

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Klaus was sitting in his study brooding over the days events, wondering if it is really only eight o'clock, when he heard her yell at his brother, the front door opened and shut before he could begin to move.

Vampires move quickly, Originals move more quickly than that, and Hybrid Originals move faster than both, but until that moment when she was leaving, Klaus didn't know what speed was. He had never before felt the muscles in his body move with such agility. Until he heard her walking away, he had no purpose for action. With the opening of a door Klaus found a reason to feel desperation.

He was on her in less than a second, she hadn't even taken a step off of his front porch when he reached her, grabbed her by her shoulders and slammed her up against his front door. "DO NOT leave without giving me the satisfaction of your goodbye, Caroline." She immediately began struggling in his grasp.

His hands were gripping her so tight and the more she squirmed the tighter he squeezed. Her feet were not even touching the ground and she kicked out to try to loosen his grip, which failed utterly. She then aimed to make contact with his body, kicking towards his shins, when her boot connected with his knee he smiled in anger, and set her to the floor. Finally free from his clutches she smacked him in the face. "Do NOT lay a hand on me Klaus. I am leaving; I was in the process of leaving when you decided to scream in my face. I wasn't going to say goodbye because you just left me in your dining room without another word and I felt unwelcomed. But you want a goodbye? FINE, Good. Bye."

"You are not leaving until you tell me why you came here." Klaus demanded following after the girl who was walking away from him.

"Why did I come here?" She screamed and whipped around to face him. "I came here to tell you that someone was going to threaten your child's life. I came here to beg you, once again, to spare Tyler's life, I came here to make sure that there was no death in the Bayou today."

"Oh yes Tyler, of course we must save Tyler. That boy does nothing but run away from you. Why did you come here?" he insisted.

"I just TOLD you!" She screamed again.

He stared at her, there was no smile on his face, this was not a moment for flirting, or paintings of horses, this was anger, and betrayal, "You could have called me and told me all of those things love. Why did you come here?"

"I just—I thought—"

"Spit it out love."

"I DON'T KNOW" Caroline moved closer to him, yelling as she continued, "I heard about what Tyler was going to do and I just—" she broke, lowered her voices and looked into Klaus' eyes. "I just had to get to you before he did. I didn't want anything to happen to your child."

"Why?" he said, "Why would you come to help save the life of a woman who betrayed you? Why would send me a gift for the baby I am having with another woman?"

They were questions she had asked herself a thousand times since the day she placed the package in the mail, and a thousand more since she got on the road to New Orleans. The truth was, Caroline had no answer to that question. She could search the vast expanses of her mind and would not have the answer. So the silence hung between them, perpetuating the constant that was their relationship, silence, tension, waiting.

It could have been an hour or ten minutes or half a second. She neither knew nor cared. She just knew she was staring into the eyes of this man, and that was enough for now.

It took a deafening scream to break them out of their trance. Both of their necks snapped in the direction of the house and they ran simultaneously towards the sounds of Hayley's distress.

In the front room they saw a man towering over Hayley, she was curled in a ball in a corner. The man raised what looked like a knife into the air, and before Caroline or Klaus could make a move towards him six other men were between them and Hayley. Caroline turned to Klaus, "You take the others, I'll get Hayley."

Klaus didn't like the plan, he wasn't sure if he trusted Caroline with the life of the woman who was carrying his child, but there was no real alternative. Caroline couldn't take on six werewolves at one. He nodded then attacked.

Klaus threw himself at the man closest to him, and the pack descended upon him. They all had vervain soaked rope wrapped around their hands, causing each blow upon him to sting like acid. He let out a feral scream and ripped the heart out of the first Were he could get his hands on.

As soon as Klaus had distracted the barrier of men, Caroline had leapt into action. She kicked the man with the knife in the back of the head. She got in front of him, putting herself between the she-wolf and danger. This man showed no fear, he continued to move toward his target, and no manner of kicking or punching stopped him. He took the knife and stabbed Caroline in the side, her scream of pain distracted Klaus from his fight for a minute, but there was no time to get to her as he still had four werewolves to kill. Caroline head butted the man in front of her, knocking him to the floor. Before he could get up she put her knee on his chest and spent the greater part of her energy prying the knife from his hands. It was only when she was that close to his face, that she saw his eyes were glazed and slightly unfocused. He had been compelled.

She lost her grip on the knife for a moment and it swung towards her neck. She grabbed the sharp end of the knife, the blood from her hand dripped down onto her wrist, and she made her decision. A man who is compelled to attack will not stop attacking. She looked up and saw that Klaus had killed the final Were in his group of attackers. He turned towards her and she stood up, letting the man below her get the opportunity to lunge towards her, and when he got close enough she grabbed his forehead and jaw, and snapped his neck. He fell dead at her feet.