Present

Caroline came bouncing up the Gilbert house steps. She was already a little late as she had promised to come over an hour ago. But the prom committee needed her, she couldn't just refuse. Klaus would just have to understand.

"Klaus?" She called out as she walked into the foyer.

The house was eerily quiet, no movement or snide remarks sounding as she came in. Caroline placed her purse and keys on the table and walked into the living room where he was trapped.

She was shocked to see the room completely empty, as if he was never there at all.

He left! She thought. The asshole left me.

In a fury Caroline gathered her things and stormed out the door, muttering death threats under her breath. That was the last time she was listening to him.

October 2009

No, no.

This was not happening.

Klaus sped off away from the Gilbert house, hands shaking and palms sweaty. This had to be a trick, some spell those imbeciles had created for him. It explained why Caroline kept coming back to him every day, why the spell hadn't lifted in the time it should have. He felt himself rippling with anger, wanting nothing more than to have all their hands mounted up above his fireplace. He should have known. Her games fooled him before why not one more time?

But this? To send him back in time to this place? He shook his head, these people had lost their minds.

Klaus tried to contain his anger as he thought. Once he got a witch, the rest would be easy. It wouldn't take much for them to perform the spell with a little persuasion on his end. A few hours, some threats and he'd be home before dinner. There was no room for panic or error. He was the Original Hybrid after all and despite some blinding rage, he wasn't worried.

In all the thinking and planning, Klaus didn't realize where he was heading. The sounding of a school bell rang in his ear followed by laughter. His head snapped up and he found himself surrounded by teenagers. Reckless, annoying, hormonal teenagers.

Disgusting.

He was ready to turn away when he saw her. But it was where and more importantly with whom that made his jaw clench.

She was bouncing and bubbly, hopping over the blue Camaro door with a smile on her face. Damon was in the driver's side, looking bored as he stared at his reflection. His glanced to the side, checking if she was still there and sighed in annoyance when she was. Klaus watched as Caroline bent down in the mirror, repositioned the scarf around her neck and then skipped over to the other side. Damon smiled up at her, tapped his lips and she leaned down to meet his.

"So I'll pick you up after school?"

Over my dead body, Klaus thought. It was bad enough she was dating the mutt back home but Damon? Damon fucking Salvatore? How did he not know about this?

Caroline shrugged, bringing her bag closer to her. "Um I sorta have a Student Council meeting at three, so probably not."

Damon smiled and Klaus watched as his fingers snaked up her neck, tugging the scarf down so she was closer to him. "Well...you're going to skip that meeting for me and I'll be right here waiting for you at two-thirty."

Caroline blinked a few times, confusion washing over her face before she nodded. "Two-thirty, okay!" She leaned down, a smile now on her face, and pecked his lips once more. "Bye!"

Klaus' eyes followed her as she walked happily into the school, blonde curls flying behind her. She caught up with a few people at the entrance before disappearing around a corner. He nearly whipped around to face the Salvatore, watching in a blind rage as he drove way. His mind was clouding, the anger rippling through him at the realization. This...relationship of theirs was nothing but a little game to Damon. Klaus saw the compulsion, the confusion wash over her face before disappearing as if it was never there. He now even reconsidered that pretty little scarf around her neck for a fashion choice. It was bloody eighty degrees out. Who wears a scarf?

He couldn't think straight, his mind was spinning in a million different directions. It would be easy to race over to the boarding house, storm in and rip his heart out of his chest. But the repercussions of that act would be unknown to him. He is after all in the past, and when he does return the consequences of that action would be unknown. So going against every muscle in his body propelling him forward, he spun around.

His body was shaking. Why did he feel so angry? Why should he care what happened to her? She never cared about him. All her ploys only led to his demise and he knew no matter what happened to them, her loyalty would always go to those makeshift friends. The ones that only called when they needed her and kept her out of everything important. She was so ignorant to the world they were throwing her into because no one ever bothered to explain anything. The cure would never reach her lips if that's what she chose, and that small, insignificant town would bind her there for eternity. She deserved the world yet, they would keep her there with fears of the unknown. Why not stay somewhere safe and familiar as opposed to risking it all?

But this thing with...Damon...she didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve her free will taken from her, to be used for blood, and he didn't even want to think of what else. He wondered if they knew, if those so called friends of hers knew of this torture she went through. Part of him knew the answer, knew that no one was ignorant of this situation. But apparently she wasn't worth saving.

Who really is anymore?

Klaus raced off, trying to regain his breathing. What he needed was a witch so he could back to the right time. None of this made sense and he felt like he shouldn't be seeing it. And for what? What did this show him? What did it prove? Are they trying shove his mistakes in his face? He saw the woman, Elena's aunt. He saw her alive and well, struggling to raise the orphan children.

He saw the doppelganger, saw the pain in her eyes as she got ready for school. Her brother as well, only a shell of the man he is today.

Would he do it over? He wasn't sure. He did get what he wanted. Klaus broke the curse and got his hybrids. He waited a thousand years for this and no one understood the torture of it. Not being able to express who you are for hundreds of years is suffocating. Knowing it, feeling it rage inside of you but never having an outlet, never being able to show the world who you were all along killed him. He was never supposed to know these people. He was never supposed to be blinded by this blonde light. He was never supposed to see the Ripper again.

He kept running, one destination in mind. He had to find her, he had to get out of here and he was sure that she was the only one who could do it.

Afterall, she was probably the one who sent him here in the first place.

"Bonnie Bennett," he whispered, "I'm coming for you."

Present

"Please, have a seat."

Caroline looked warily around the room. She's never been in the Mikaelson Mansion before. Well...except for the ball but that was forever ago. It looked different now, bigger than she remembered. She couldn't help but feel it's emptiness.

"Can I get you anything?"

She shook her head and sat on the sofa. "No, thanks."

He nodded and took a sip from his drink. "How was your day?"

It always started off like this. There was this awkwardness floating in the air, making them both rather uncomfortable. She would shift in her seat from time to time, looking away from him to focus on something else. But it only took one small joke, a little jab in the right direction to get them both laughing.

And then the air settled.

"You know," she had said that day, their last day together before it all fell apart, "You are different. In the grand scheme of things, when it all boils down, you're not terrible."

He smiled warmly at her, relishing in the compliment. "Is that right?"

Caroline nodded, tucking her legs underneath her. "You listen to me," she laughed weakly, "No one listens to me."

Klaus frowned and set his drink on the coffee table. "Well you're a very intelligent woman, Caroline. They could learn a lot from you."

"I don't just mean that. Like," she huffed and wiggled around a bit on the couch. "You listen to those not-so-important things. Tyler doesn't care about Prom, or Graduation and he's actually apart of those things. And then there's you who's like a billion years old and the idea of it seems to fascinate you."

He smiled softly. "I like listening to things people are passionate about. They make things more than they ever could be."

"It's nothing special," she shook her head, "but thank you."

She looked at the clock then, eyes widening as he caught the time. They've been talking for hours.

"I should go. My mom's going to be home soon."

Klaus stood and nodded. "Very well. It was a pleasure as always, love."

She remembers hesitating on leaving that night. Her mother wouldn't be home until ten and it's not like anyone would be looking for her. But better judgement made the decision for her.

He caught the pause at the last minute and before he knew it she was out the door.

"Goodbye, Klaus." Was the last thing she said before racing off in her car.

Caroline blinked her eyes, being snapped out of the memory as she pulls into the driveway. Stefan was frantic on the phone, nearly screaming at her to head over as soon as possible. He said it wasn't good, that something happened on the island-something they weren't prepared for.

So she jumped in her car immediately, wasting no time in racing to the house. And now she was walking up the steps and her whole body was shaking. Though, it wasn't necessarily the nerves. There was a stinging on the side of her neck, one that only increased as the hours wore on. Every so often her fingers would brush the skin, checking for the only thing that would make sense. But every time her fingers would run across smooth flesh and her brow would crease.

It's been days since the incident, days since his blood has run through her system. So why was she feeling like this? Why did every muscle ache and her head feel like it was going to roll off her neck? It didn't add up and the longer she went without seeing him, the more nervous she became. Not only did she feel herself fearing for her life but she was also growing wary about him. He wouldn't have left her. Even in his twisted, psycho ways, she didn't think he would leave.

So where the hell was he?

"Caroline," it was Stefan's relieved sigh that she heard when she walked in. She hasn't seen him in days and it was nice to have her friend back.

"Stefan," she whispered, leaning down and embracing him gently. "What happened?"

He kept them on the porch, his voice hushed. "God, I don't even know how to say this."

She tilted her head to the side, eyebrows scrunching together as she took a seat on the swing.

"We got to the tomb where Silas was," Stefan began to explain, running a hand through his hair. "There were some problems beforehand but everything was going relatively okay. But no one realized we were being followed."

Caroline's eyes widened. "Who would be following you?"

Stefan sighed, rolled his eyes. "Who else? The bitch snuck herself on the God forsaken island, snapped Elena's neck, knocked Bonnie out, got Jeremy, fed him to Silas, all so she could get the cure."

"Wait…" she was shaking her head, lips pressed together as she felt the tears well in her eyes. "Wait, Jeremy? She fed him to Silas? Does that mean-"

"His body is upstairs with Elena right now. She thinks he's going to wake up soon."

Caroline felt sick to her stomach. "Oh my God."

"She won't listen to me, no matter what I say or do. And I have no idea what to say to her because she's just sitting at his bedside, gripping his hand. Meredith is coming later today but other than that I'm sort of clueless."

Caroline spun around, shaking her head as she paced. How could he be dead? Little Jeremy Gilbert couldn't be...be couldn't be gone. Her heart broke thinking of Elena. She really had no one now. No parents...no relatives...no siblings. How could someone be so alone?

"What do you want me to do?" She asked.

Stefan shrugged. "Maybe just stay? Damon and Bonnie stayed back on the island so there isn't much we can do until they get back."

Caroline nodded. "Sure, of course."

"Thanks, Care." He smiled but before he could say anything more his phone rang. At first he thought it was Damon but when he saw the name pop up, his eyebrows rose.

"Who is it?"

He shook his head and answered. "Hey, Rebekah."

"Where is he?" Her shrill voice nearly broke his phone.

"Where's who?"

"My brother. He's not answering his phone and the house is empty. I know him and he wouldn't just leave, so tell me where he is."

Caroline's eyes widened. He's missing?

Stefan shook his head. "I told you about the spell. Even if nothing happened to Bonnie, it would have worn off by now. He's not here and we didn't-"

"Well then where the hell is he?"

Stefan looked at Caroline. "Have you seen him?"

"Uh," she tried to answer but her neck killed. "I saw...I saw him on Tuesday."

"Tuesday? That was two days ago. That doesn't help me."

"I could try calling him." She offered as she rubbed her skin.

"Yes, please do. We'll be in touch."

The line went dead and Stefan turned to Caroline.

"What were you doing with Klaus?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Well someone had to pry Tyler away. Did you know he was just sitting in that house, with Klaus' dead brother, and gloating? Like actual gloating. I couldn't just leave him there."

He chose his next words carefully. "Well...is that really such a bad thing? I mean the guy kind of deserves it."

Caroline rolled her eyes as she dialed his number. "I don't think you would like someone smiling over Damon's corpse just because of your Ripper tendencies." She turned away from him and hopped down the steps.

It rang a few times before going to voicemail and her stomach dropped. "Uh...hi Klaus, it's Caroline. So you've been kind of MIA for a few days and your sister is kind of getting worried. But if would just call her back and let her know you're not lying in a ditch somewhere, that would be great. Alright...so...bye."

October 2009

It was around three o'clock when he arrived at the Bennett's house. He tried to think how he would go about this. Witches weren't always so keen about helping vampires and if she knew they were enemies in the future that would make her even less willing. But he didn't think they would let someone from the future walk around the past. As always there was this balance and peace and if there was someone who could potentially disrupt that, then it was their job to fix it.

So he figured he had a good chance. And, of course, if all else fails there's always a little Original Hybrid persuasion he could ensue on them.

But one way or another, he was getting back home.

Klaus waltzed up on the steps, rang the doorbell once and even knocked. He placed his hands behind his back and smiled brightly when the door opened. But instead of the younger Bennett he was greeted with an older one.

Her expression immediately darkened at the sight of him and she stood tall. He was surprised by her brave face, the stance she stood as her eyes pierced into his. It told him she knew exactly who was she dealing with and didn't have the slightest sliver of fear.

That surprised him.

"Your kind is not welcomed here."

Klaus put his hands up. "Now, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves. You don't even know what I want."

The woman narrowed her eyes. "I don't care what you want. You're not going to get it here, so I suggest you leave."

Klaus came forward and placed his hand on the door frame. "I need your help and whether you want to do it willingly or unwillingly is your choice."

"What is so important that you need me? I'm sure there are hundreds of other witches that will bend to your will."

"Well you see, that's my problem. I'm not from here...this time."

The woman's eyes widen in fear as she stepped back. "What-"

"I'm from the year 2013. I believe I was sent back by a few enemies I acquired in this town." He was now at the threshold, leaning down towards the woman. "And I need you to send me back."

Her body was rigid as she took him in. Time travel. It couldn't be possible, not with any magic she's aware of. A witch who would have performed the spell wouldn't be able to handle it. The power and magic needed would have been immense and surely would have drained the witch who casted it. She couldn't imagine someone who held that power. Even with years of experience it would be extremely difficult and would require assistance. She wasn't sure she would even be able to help him.

"If I were to assist you, I need one thing."

Klaus sighed. "And what would that be?"

She smiled softly. "Your hand."

He looked at her, an eyebrow raised as she stood tall. "My hand?"

"I need to know if you're trustworthy...if what you say is true."

Klaus considered this for a second. He was confident that she would find his truth, that he wasn't tricking her like she thought he was. On the other hand, he would be exposed. Once she found out who he was, there was probably no way she would offer her help. Maybe she could look past all those things….

If not he could always use other matters. Though...thinking of that made his stomach churn somehow. He just wanted to get back, quick and easy. This shouldn't be painful.

Reluctantly he reached his hand out and placed it in hers. She seemed hesitant but finally placed her left hand over his and closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath.

The images that flashed through her mind shocked her.

In the distance she saw a field, long blades of grass blowing in the wind. Laughter filled her ears and she spun around to see two boys wrestling in the dirt. One was older, blonde curly hair swaying as he tumbled to the ground. The other was younger, the gleam of innocence in his eyes as he smiled. She felt the goodness in them, the warmth as their souls shined. So untouched from darkness.

But then she was shoved forward, into a castle with stone cold walls and a blazing fireplace. From down a hall she watched in amazement as a man came storming down. His footsteps echoed throughout the room as he roared in anger. She watched as he smashed the glass in his hand to the floor and tore the room apart. Never has she witnessed such anger, such distraught and temperament that it would result to this. Blood dripped from his hands though he didn't stop when someone entered the room.

"Niklaus," the man said, eyes widening at the sight. "There's still time. We can catch up to her, we can find her-"

"DON'T YOU SEE?" Niklaus shouted. "She played me for a bloody fool." He shook his head. "AND I AM NO FOOL!"

Before she realized it, she was being pushed forward again. Her heart ached as it went through hundred of years and pain and grief. She found herself weeping for a boy she never knew, cowering in fear for a man who was supposed to give out love and feeling the immense weight of betrayal time and again on her shoulders. It seemed too much, always getting heavier just when she thought it was over.

She witnessed the town. The darkness that it carried and how it turned red at his arrival. She felt the fear within her kin and couldn't help but grow angry at the man. Although she was in his mind, understood the reasoning behind his actions, she saw the darkness that drove him to it. The deeds he committed were far room forgettable though...she saw forgiveness in his future.

She was coming at full force, all smiles and curls with blonde hair flowing behind her. The laugh the echoed in the space boomed and she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of happiness in the presence of this girl. This girl that carried so much life and light yet held so much despair at the same time. The girl was a fighter, prevailed through the darkness and held the strength within her to carry on. She couldn't help but feel the bond between them, the love that was buried deep beneath the hatred and confusion.

And then it all clicked.

She released his hand and stepped back into the house. Her hands smoothed down her shirt and she looked up to the vampire with a smile on her face.

He was so foolish.

"Well?" Klaus demanded, rather annoyed with the look coloring her features.

"You have no idea, do you?"

She took a deep breath, hesitating before gesturing forward. "Come in."

Klaus was shocked and even paused briefly before stepping fully into the house. He watched as the woman was shaking her head, muttering things to herself as she scurried around the room. Never, in all his years, did he ever learn to understand witches. They were too complicated for his taste, though Kol had always found a liking to them.

A pang of guilt shot through him and he swallowed hard, trying to push the lost brother out of his mind. It wasn't time...not yet.

"My name is Sheila Bennett." She placed an old, dusty book on the coffee table. "And there isn't much I can do for you."

Klaus raised an eyebrow. "Then why let me in? Why do anything at all?"

She smiled softly and shook her head. "Take a seat, Mr. Mikaelson."

He wondered briefly how she knew that but then remembered. She was just searching through his mind moments ago.

"You are part werewolf, yes?"

Klaus nodded his head.

"Just because you are a vampire, doesn't mean that side of you goes away. Are you following me?"

He nodded again.

"So...you're familiar then with werewolf tendencies. Their behavior, the wants and needs of hunting, as well as...mating?" Her eyes connected with his. "Wolves have mates."

His eyes widened momentarily, her face flashing through his mind as he stiffened. This woman didn't know what she was talking about. Caroline was nothing more than...than what? He didn't even know what to call her. Half the time she was yelling at him, and the other half she was seducing him so her friends could kill him. He wasn't sure what she was or how she felt. So what this woman was insinuating was pure madness.

"I believe so." He said though his throat was dry.

She turned a few pages in her book before spinning it around to face him. "I knew as soon as I saw her what this was. It only happens to a select few though never has it been so strong before."

Klaus stared wide eyed at the page, shaking his head in disbelief as he read. He saw the picture of the wolf, howling to the moon above. He couldn't understand most of the writing but all he saw was curse.

"A curse?"

Sheila nodded. "It's the mate's curse. Once the two fated wolves or vampires exchange blood be in sexual relations or for hunger, the curse starts. It only works on those who are fated, who are meant to be together. Once it activates the pair relives moments in their beloved's past. Though...I've never seen or heard of someone being transported back in time to their love's past."

Klaus was shaking his head, hands trembling as he stared at the book. "That's impossible. She can't...Caroline isn't…" he ran a hand through his hair, "Bloody hell, that woman is going to kill me."

"This isn't anything that could have been prevented. Sooner or later you would have ended up together. This just speeds up the process. Usually when each of your journeys are completed, an overwhelming sense of love washes over you both because you come to an understanding. You'll come to know one another like no one else has."

He was still staring at his hands when it dawned on him. "But...if Caroline goes back in time...that means she'll be sent back a thousand years." Klaus stood, shaking his head profusely at Sheila. "No, no that can't happen. You have to stop this. She'll never survive, it'll be too much. She doesn't know what's going on right now. I have to get back." His eyes darkened and the veins around his eyes appeared. "Send me back!"

Sheila remained calm, not acknowledging his outburst. "I can't do that. You only go back once your cycle here is completed. That might be days or weeks...or merely a few hours. Once you see what you are supposed to see, to help you achieve the understanding, only then will you go back to your time."

He tried to breathe, to regain any sense of calm, but it was no use. There was no control here. He was stuck in the past because of a curse he's never heard of. Apparently the woman that loathes him is his mate and she is going to propelled hundreds of years back in time because of this. And he couldn't help her. He can't even go back to warn her because he's stuck here!

"So all I can do it wait?" Klaus growled, fists clenching at his sides.

Sheila swallowed hard and nodded. "I'm afraid so."

He flashed to the door, ready to make his departure but she stopped him.

"Please, don't do anything rash. What you do in this time could have a great impact on the future. It is best that you stay hidden and wait to get sent back."

Despite the anger coursing through him, Klaus understood. He nodded slowly before disappearing out the door.

It was late evening by the time he reached her house. Although Sheila had told him to stay hidden, Klaus couldn't stop himself from paying a visit to the Salvatore boarding house. It was almost too good of an offer to pass up.

He didn't kill him. As much as Klaus wanted too, he knew that could all be done once he got back. For now he waltzed up to the steps, knocked on the door, and waited for the elder Salvatore to appear. He was taken aback when Stefan appeared but easily compelled him to forget their meeting. Before forgetting completely though, Klaus extracted the information of where Damon might be. To know he was gallivanting through town made Klaus groaned. It would take longer than he thought.

Though, he didn't know why he thought that originally. Of course the Salvatore would be wasting away his life at the local bar. Klaus found him flirting with a waitress, her soft giggles filling the room as she leaned into him. It took him little to no time in grabbing Damon by the collar, throwing the girl off of him and dragging him into the alley next to the Grill.

"What the fuck, man?" Damon spat, his drunken breath smacking Klaus in the face.

He said nothing though and raised his fist. It came crashing down on his left cheek, propelling him back against the brick wall. When the smell of blood filled the air, Klaus smiled and walked over to his victim.

Damon was squirming on the ground, his drunken state not helping him in the slightest. Klaus saw the fear flashing in his eyes but only relished in it.

Good, he thought, this is what you deserve.

Klaus lifted him up by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. His eyes dilated as a smile graced his lips.

"You will never look, think, speak or affiliate yourself with Caroline Forbes for the rest of your existence. You will break all contact with her and separate yourself from her life as of now. If I ever see you so much as touch her, I will break every bone in your body and feed you your liver. Do you understand?"

Damon swallowed but nodded, blinking his eyes a few times as he was dropped to the floor.

Klaus wasted no time leaving the man and went off to the only place that seemed fit.

It was how he found himself here, at her home. He wasn't allowed inside yet so he was forced to watch from a window.

She was alone which deepened the frown on his face. It looked like she made herself something to eat, the remnants of it scattered on the coffee table in front of her. He saw a plastic tray with four holes in it, one larger than all of them put together. The smell made his nose wrinkle but she seemed to have enjoyed it since everything was gone.

He watched her now, snuggled up on the couch with a blanket covering herself. The house was dark, windows locked and closed as well as the door. She held herself tightly, eyes closed as she rested on the pillow. He couldn't help but stare at her younger features, so innocent and pure that he was afraid that even looking at her would taint that. She was magnificent as a human, still so strong even now. She could take care of herself when no one else could but he saw the loneliness eating away at her.

There was a moment, right before she fell asleep, where her eyes darted up the ceiling. It seemed that she whispered something quickly, so quiet and fast that through the window he wasn't able to hear it. Her eyes then closed and her breathing steadied along with it.

Now all that remained with a dancing yellow sponge on the television and an empty tray on the coffee table. He never realized how alone she was. With no father to watch after her or a mother to smile at, she was here to fend on her own. It saddened him because he never knew. She was always so happy, keeping her precious gang alive with her bubbly self that it didn't even occur to him that she was so deprived.

She sighed in her sleep and draped an arm over her face. It made his blood boil once again to see the puncture marks on her neck as she rolled over. At least he could breathe easier knowing that was over. Perhaps she would even thank him for it once he got back.

Klaus chuckled to himself.

Yeah right.

A sudden wave of drowsiness washed over him and Klaus was taken aback as his eyelids grew heavy. He stumbled, grabbing onto the siding of the house as she tried to steady his breathing. His whole body felt limp as he slowly lowered himself to the ground, not understanding what was happening. He just came to see her, wanting to make sure she was alright.

That's all he's ever wanted.

He blinked his eyes once more before the world around him slipped into darkness.

Present

She didn't know what was happening.

It's been days now and her neck only seemed to increase in pain. She was laying on her bed now, hand gripping her aching flesh as she tossed and turned on the covers. No one knows she's here though she couldn't bring herself to move to even inform them.

Caroline attempted calling Klaus three more times. Each time led to a voicemail and her frantically explaining that he had to come back, that something wasn't right. She then texted him a dozen times while answering calls from Rebekah. Her shrilled and panicked voice gave Caroline a headache on top of the pain she was already feeling. She wanted to kill the girl because despite all of her efforts nothing was working.

He was simply missing.

She tried pulling herself up, reaching her arm out across the bed to grab her phone. Maybe one more time wouldn't hurt.

Just as her fingertips brushed against the plastic case of her phone, the pain stopped. It was just an abrupt release that she fell off the bed in shock. Her shriek filled the air and then her phone was buzzing, his name flashing across the screen. She couldn't comprehend it at first, not understanding that the pain was gone and he was back. So she missed the first call but he wasted no time in calling again and again and again.

Quickly Caroline answered the phone, her shaking voice filled the receiver.

"Klaus?"

"Caroline," he breathed, relief washing through her. She was still here, he had time.

"Where were you?" She suddenly snapped, the annoyance in her voice definate. "Your sister has been driving me up a wall and now all of a sudden you reappear? What happened? I needed you-" She stopped short, the confession something she wasn't even aware of herself. She bit her lip, silence filling the phone. A part of her wanted to retract it, to say it wasn't true.

But that would be a lie.

"I'm coming," he finally answered and she heard the smirk in his voice. "Just stay where you are. I have a lot to explain."

She huffed but was secretly grateful. "Where would I go?"

Klaus was running as fast as he could, smiling into the phone as her voice came through. He didn't realize how much he missed it.

"I don't know, love," he said before hanging up.

But it was no use.

It didn't matter how fast he ran.

Or how badly he wanted to see her.

By the time he reached her bedroom, Caroline was gone.

So that was chapter two! I tried to fit in as much as possible but also by doing it my own way. I want to remind everyone that this is an AU story so I'm going to be changing a lot up and doing it completely different from TVD. That being said, I hope you all enjoyed it!

I'm not sure when the next update will be. School starts next week for me and I also got a job so writing is kind of going to be second to all those thing, I hope you understand! I will try to get updates out as soon as I can though! So try and be patient with me.

Again I hope you enjoyed this and please tell me what you think! I love reading whatever you have to say!

Have a great week! (: