Hey everyone! Sorry that this chapter's really late, but I've been piled with assignments! Anyways, enjoy the last chapter in this story :)


Stefan heard Damon walk in even though he was trying his best to be quiet. Rolling his eyes, he pulled his personal bottle of whiskey out of the liquor cabinet and poured it into a glass, a small smirk on his face. "Evening, brother."

He could see the disappointment in Damon's eyes when he turned around, but it was gone within seconds and replaced by a suspicious look. "Your hearing's remarkably better than I remember. Have you been snacking on humans?"

"Or maybe you're getting old," replied Stefan, raising his glass to his lips. Damon shrugged with a smirk, walking over to get a glass for himself.

"Speaking of old vampires," Damon took a sip of his drink and turned to Stefan, narrowing his eyes. "We have a problem. Klaus is back in town."

"I know," replied Stefan simply, trying not to grin at the shock on Damon's face. Damon put his drink down and turned his glare on Stefan.

"What d'you mean, you know?" hissed Damon, gritting his teeth. "We can't just let a potentially dangerous Original Hybrid roam around town."

"Did he threaten to kill anyone?" asked Stefan, sipping at his drink again. Damon frowned, folding his arms across his chest.

"He threatened to kill Elena," said Damon, raising his eyebrows and waiting for Stefan's reaction. Stefan, however, was perfectly calm when he set his drink down on the table.

"And what did you do to make him angry enough to threaten Elena?"

Damon's eyes narrowed again. "Well, I did threaten to rip Caroline's heart out if she didn't send her obsessed Hybrid away."

"And the plot thickens," said Stefan, a small smile on his lips. "Of course he retaliated. You went after the only thing he came to Mystic Falls for."

"Oh, come on," snapped Damon. "Do you really think he came back for Blondie?"

"Well, seeing as she's all he's spent his time on," Stefan grabbed his drink again and drained it in one go. "Yes."

Damon pressed his lips together, obviously annoyed by his brother's indifference. "Klaus is planning on taking her away from Mystic Falls."

Bingo.

Stefan looked up at Damon, his eyes narrowed. If there was one person he had a soft spot for, it was Caroline. He still remembered how terrified she looked when she first killed that boy outside the school, how she was shaking so much that he couldn't wipe the blood off her face. He was impressed by how far she had come since that night. Caroline was now strong, possibly stronger than himself. Stefan exhaled heavily. "Caroline knows what she's doing. She'll handle herself."

Damon shot out towards Stefan and pushed him against the wall, baring his fangs. "Are you seriously going to pretend you don't care what happens to Blondie?"

Stefan pushed Damon back, straightening his shirt. "This has nothing to do with Caroline. You're plotting revenge on Klaus for threatening you this morning."

Damon's eye twitched. So Stefan knew about Klaus's visit that morning. "Of course it has something to do with Caroline. I mean, she isn't all that bad to be around. Better than the witch."

"Careful, Damon," Stefan leaned against the wall again, folding his arms across his chest. "You're starting to sound like you actually care."

"Yes, brother, deep down I have a soft spot for Blondie," replied Damon sarcastically, rolling his gem-like blue eyes. Stefan shook his head, pushing off the wall and heading for the door.

"You're on your own, Damon. I know better than to mess with Klaus."


Caroline bit her lip as she stood in front of her walk-in closet, her hands resting on her hips. She was still certain that she would regret agreeing to go on a date with Klaus, but she knew that the only way she would be safe from Damon's wrath was if she was with the Big Bad Hybrid. Exhaling heavily, she reached into her closet and picked out her favourite summer dress; a pretty white sundress that cinched at the waist.

Setting it down on her bed, Caroline reached into her jewellery box and pulled out a pair of teal drop earrings and put them beside the dress. She bent over and pulled out a pair of white high-heeled sandals from underneath her bed and stepped back, examining the outfit with narrowed eyes. It was the perfect mix of elegant and casual, and she had to admit that she was proud that she pulled it together in less than 5 seconds.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, making her jump. She raced down the stairs and opened the door without looking through the peephole. To her surprise, Klaus was standing at the door, wearing a snug teal-blue sweater (the precise color of the earrings Caroline picked out) and a smirk. "Ready for dinner, love?"

"Um," Caroline looked down at her sweatpants before looking back up at Klaus with wide eyes. "One second."

She raced back up the stairs and into her bedroom, making sure to lock her door before tearing off her clothes and yanking the dress over her head. She put on her earrings with one hand while she shoved her cell phone into her purse, and she was out the door again in exactly 7 seconds.

Caroline bounded down the stairs, smoothing out the skirt of her dress. To her surprise, Klaus had stayed in the doorway even though he had been invited in. His eyes widened as she descended, and she found herself turning red as his lips parted in awe. Caroline walked out the door and locked it behind herself, turning around to face him.

"You look beautiful," said Klaus, his eyes locking with hers. She found herself staring back in awe when she detected the honesty in his voice.

"T-thank you," she replied, pressing her lips together nervously. Klaus produced a bouquet of roses from behind his back, holding them out to her with sparkling eyes. She couldn't help but crack a smile as she accepted them, her fingers dancing across the petals. "I always knew you were the roses type of guy."

Klaus's smirk widened as he ushered her towards his car. "Really? What else did you know about me?"

Caroline glared up at him as he held the car door open for her. She had detected his mocking tone, but his expression was genuinely asking her to continue. As he got into the driver's seat, she turned to him, her lips pressed together. "So you like art. And roses. Let me guess, you drink century-old wine and listen to classical music?"

"Millenium-old wine," corrected Klaus as he started the car, grinning at the incredulous expression on Caroline's face. "And yes, I do, but only because the music these days sounds like it was created in a blender."

Caroline tried not to smile at his comment, but it was proving to be impossible. "Hey, not all modern music is bad. There are a few good ones."

"But they're incredibly rare," said Klaus, turning his baby blue eyes onto her radiant face. His gaze was warm enough to melt her where she sat, and suddenly she got the feeling that the conversation had nothing to do with music and everything to do with her.

"Good thing there's more than one," Caroline muttered, turning her gaze to the road in front of them. Klaus laughed under his breath, mirroring her position to face the road. Her eyes widened as he pulled into the driveway of the classiest diner in town, and she looked down at her white sundress.

"We're going here?" she squealed, turning to widen her eyes at Klaus. "I'm so underdressed!"

Klaus's eyes travelled down her dress and flickered back up to meet her eyes with a smile. "No worries, love, we're just driving through."

Caroline watched as he pulled his shiny black car to a stop in the driveway. A man came out of the diner holding a large brown paper bag, and Klaus got out to greet him. Caroline watched from inside the car as he took the bag and a pair of car keys from the man. Before she could get a better look at the man's face, Klaus came to her side of the car and held the door open. "We're changing cars, sweetheart."

"Why?" asked Caroline, getting out of the car nevertheless. He looked past her for a few moments before meeting her eyes.

"Oh, you'll see," he replied airily, taking her hand and leading her over to a Range Rover. She reluctantly got into the car, starting to get suspicious. Klaus surveyed her dress again with a raised eyebrow, and he turned his gaze upwards to meet her eyes. "And for the record, you are most definitely not underdressed."

Half an hour later, Caroline found herself sitting across from Klaus at a small park bench on a cliff with a breathtaking view of Mystic Falls. Her lips were parted in awe as she took in the scenery, amazed at how small the town looked from the bench they were sitting at. Klaus really had gone all out for that night; he had candles on the table of the bench and full sets of silverware and china for the pasta he had ordered from the diner. Caroline had to admit that his arrangement was much better than she had ever imagined.

"I didn't even know about this place," said Caroline, turning her gaze back to Klaus. He was already watching her over his clasped fingers, a small smile on his face.

"Do you like it?" he asked, already knowing the answer by looking at the sparkle in her eyes. She allowed herself to smile, just that once, because she truly appreciated what he had done for her.

"It's beautiful," she replied, swinging one of her legs. She turned red as her leg managed to hook around Klaus's, and he locked her leg in place before she could pull away, throwing her an innocent smile when she looked up.

"So tell me," Klaus leaned across the table to take one of Caroline's hands in his, playing absentmindedly with her fingers. "What made you decide to come with me today?"

She looked up at him, her head tilted to a side. Thinking about it, she really wasn't sure. She could say that it was because she was afraid of Damon, but that would be a lie. It was more than that; she wouldn't have followed a dangerous Original Hybrid out away from Mystic Falls just to get away from a dangerous vampire. Caroline met his mesmerizing baby blue eyes, running her thumb along the side of his hand. "Because I owed you."

"C'mon, love, we both know that isn't the only reason you came here with me," Klaus reached out and tucked a stray blonde curl behind her ear, his hand staying under her chin. "Tell me, Caroline. Why?"

She looked back at him, an array of emotions running through her mind. There was just something about him that drove her insane in the best way possible, making her want to leap across the bench and rip off his clothes right there. Wait, what? She wasn't supposed to be thinking like that. She was only there to get away from Damon. And because she owed Klaus. Right. That was why. It didn't have anything to do with the fact that she might be falling in love with him.

Neither could be sure who moved first, but before they knew it, both vampires were entwined on the floor, kissing like there was no tomorrow. Caroline wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her as he straddled her hips. She exhaled sharply as he looped his arms around her waist, realizing that this was what she had been fantasizing ever since he came back into town.

When they finally pulled away, Caroline found Klaus gazing at her as though she was an angel. She leaned in to press her lips against his, softly this time. Before she could pull away, he caught her face in his hands. "Come away with me, Caroline. I'll show you the world, like I promised. Rome, Paris, Tokyo, wherever you want."

She looked up at him, her eyes wide. His expression was so honest, so truthful, that she didn't doubt for a second that he would take her right then if he could. But would she do it? Leave her mother, her friends, the town she knew, for this one man?


Damon tapped his fingers impatiently against the wheel, waiting for Klaus's car to exit the diner. He was waiting at the shopping mall across from the restaurant, knowing that getting too close wouldn't do him any good. Just as he was about to drive in to check up on them, Klaus's car ambled out of the diner, headed out of town. Revving his engine, Damon followed the car down the winding road that lead away from Mystic Falls.

After following for what felt like hours, he exhaled with relief as Klaus's car pulled into a small diner on the outskirts of the nearest town. "About time," he muttered, parking his car on the road outside the diner.

Double-checking his brand new vervain shooter, Damon walked into the diner, ready to shoot either the Hybrid or Blondie if necessary. To his surprise, however, the diner was completely empty when he walked in. He narrowed his eyes, his finger on the trigger of his gun.

"Damon Salvatore."

Damon whirled around to find Rebekah standing in the doorway, a devious smirk on her face and a stake in her hand. "It's been a while."


Caroline looked over at Klaus, shaking her head in disbelief. She couldn't believe that less than three hours ago, she was fretting over picking a dress for their dinner date. Now, she found herself sitting beside him in the first-class section of a plane on their way to Rome.

"You know," She looked up at Klaus, her head resting on his shoulder. "I'm surprised Damon hasn't stormed his way onto this plan yet to kill me."

"As if I'd let him hurt you," he replied, scoffing incredulously. He pressed his lips against her forehead, pulling away to whisper an afterthought into her ear. "Besides, Damon's, ah, busy."


Aha, for those of you who've read my story Give Me Love, it shouldn't be a surprise that Damon's story never ends well. He used to be one of my favorite characters, but now he's all mopey and annoying -.-

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this story! Thank you all so much for your amazing reviews, they're really what kept me writing. I'll hopefully be posting more stories in the Klaroline section, so until next time! :)