A/N: So, I originally wanted this story to be titled I Need You To Come Back – hence at the top of the last chapter it read I Need You To Come Back – That's my fault, I forgot to get rid of it! : ) Anyway, thank you all for reading my story, or even if you're just starting to read it now, thanks!

...{love is patient, love is kind}...

He supposes that he deserves this. After all, he has killed so many innocent people. And Caroline knows that. So, she's only doing this to help him. That's all she wants to do is help him. And yet as he sits there, on the dirt ground, arms resting on his raised knees and head hanging low, as sweat sparkled on his skin, he can't help but think that he is a monster. A monster, who must be stopped. And all those people, all those people that he killed...he feels pain. And it hurts him, knowing what he's done. He wishes it would be easier. But he doesn't want to survive, not after what he's done, it has to end. He just wants it to be over.

"Stefan?"

He weakly raises his head and sees Caroline at the door.

"Stefan?" Her head is cocked to the side, and a worried expression graces her features. "Stefan?"

Her voice is sounding distant and it's echoing, his name is echoing in his head. The room is spinning. Why is the room spinning? His head is pounding. Thump, thump-thump, thump, thump-thump. His breathing is heavy. Stefan? Stefan? Stefan? Everything went black.

He was back in 1864, walking down one of the high ceiling hallways with dark wooden walls. Family photos decorated the walls, photos of his mother and father, photos of Damon as an infant and of himself as an infant. He wandered aimlessly, his mind a cloudy blur. His feet carried him past Katherine's room, hushed voices caught his attention. He stopped and brought his ear closer to the door so he was able to hear.

"...Please don't tell my brother."

"Is it wrong for me to love you both?"

He couldn't take it. He pulled his ear away from the wooden door, turned and continued walking down the hallway.

"Stefan."

He turned at her voice. "Caroline?"

"She's playing with the both of you. Don't let her fool you. You're better than that."

He nodded. "I will keep that in mind."

He turned and continued his pace down the hall.

"You're mad at me." She called after him. "I get that, but please. I'm doing this to help you, I'm only thinking ahead and you need this. You need to be yourself again. Klaus turned you into something that you're not. I'm trying to make you realize that."

He faced her and nodded. "I know."

The sound of the heavy steel door opening made him look up again.

"I brought this for you."

She handed him a glass of blood. He looked at her questioning.

"It's bunny blood."

He nodded and raised the glass in thanks. He brought it to his lips and chugged it, trying to hold back the coughs emerging from his throat. She placed her hand on his back and rubbed soothingly.

"Slowly, drink it slowly."

He pulled the glass away as he started to cough it back up.

"Stefan?" Her voice sounding worried.

He wiped his mouth and slammed his hand onto the ground, causing Caroline to creep away from him. He looked at her, that predator look in his eyes. And in a blur he had her pinned against the cellar wall, his body pressed against hers. His fangs out and eyes red, his breathing heavy as he stared at her neck before looking into her eyes.

"Stefan, stop. Stefan you have to listen to me."

A low growl from deep in his throat escaped his mouth, silencing her.

"Stefan, breathe, breathe!"

He moved his mouth to her neck and inhaled, she smelt of vanilla and lavender. He pulled away, his eyes had returned to normal as he stared at her face. He studied her. Stefan backed away from her, releasing his grip on her arms.

"I'm so sorry Caroline."

She hesitantly moved toward him. "It's alright."

He shook his head. "No, it's not. I could have hurt you. I did hurt you before and I could have easily done it again." He sighed. "I-I can't control it Caroline. It's out of my hands. It's too strong for me to control, it's too hard."

"Stefan, look at me. Stefan-"

"I don't want to hurt you." He said dejectedly.

"You won't. As long as you control it, as long as you fight it, you won't hurt me." She shook her head. "You won't."

He looked at her, his sweaty face glistening. "The fact that I could...The fact that it's possible for me to, means that I need to stay locked up in here. I need to stay in here until I know that I can't and that I won't hurt you. Do you understand?"

She nodded. "I do."

She ruffled her hand through his hair before standing up and exiting the cellar, closing the door behind her.

"Take care of yourself okay?"

She smiled softly and gave a small wave goodbye. Then she turned and walked away. He heard her footsteps go up the stairs and the basement door opened and then soon closed. Now he was completely alone.

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