She was so lucky she couldn't get hangovers. Either way, Caroline woke up groggy and wanted to go back to sleep. She rolled over, only to hear something crinkle beneath her. She groaned and felt around blindly to find whatever was guilty for the offence. She finally found a sheet of paper. Her eyes popped open when she saw what was on it. A drawing exactly like her painting. Underneath it were the words 'Happy Birthday' written in elegant, flowing writing. For some reason, she kind of felt a sick feeling in her stomach. If she were human, she would have sworn that she was going to throw up. What was Klaus even doing in her room, anyway? And then the events of the night before hit her. She had kissed him. Or had he kissed her? She was drunk enough to have slept with him. And he was a gentleman. Caroline's thoughts were conflicted all throughout the morning.
She had avoided him all day. But after a whole day of silence, she couldn't take it anymore. Even him laughing or yelling at her would be better than nothing. So she set out of her room on a mission to find him. She found herself lightly treading into a mostly dark living room. She had already been through four already. Why so many living rooms were needed, she had no idea. The only light in the room was coming from a fireplace. She could barely make out Klaus sitting in a leather armchair in front of the fire. He looked conflicted staring at the burning logs. She knew that he knew she was there. There wasn't any backing out now. She crossed the room until she stood in front of him. She cleared her throat, searching for something to say. But he spoke before she could find the words.
"Here to tell me how drunk you were last night and how much you regret it?" He looked right through her with a bitter smile gracing his lips. He took a sip from a glass she hadn't noticed before. The smell of alcohol wafted from it. "Ummmm . . . I wasn't going to bring up last night. . ." Caroline mumbled, looking everywhere but at the man before her. Klaus scoffed and stood. He pushed past her and leaned one hand on the mantle above the fireplace. He took another drink from his glass, nearly finishing it off. "Why are you here?" Klaus asked as he turned to look at her.
Caroline couldn't avoid his gaze any longer. "I didn't want to be alone." Klaus's expression turned dark. "I will not be toyed with, Caroline. I can kill you at any second." If she hadn't been a vampire, she might not have even heard him. Something about the way her name rolled off his tongue in his sexy accent made the obvious threat seem miniscule. Her eyes traveled down to his lips. She wondered when the last time he kissed someone was. And then thoughts of last night replayed in her head. Klaus, hearing nothing to put his mind at ease, was furious.
Caroline had taken over his thoughts all day, and here she was before him, just staring at him. He felt like a fool being played. And no one makes him feel that way. He threw his glass in the fire. The shatter startled Caroline, and she took a few steps back from him. "Don't screw with me, little girl." Klaus roared at her. He mentally relaxed when he noticed that she had put distance between them. She brought out feeling that he didn't want to feel. He didn't feel safe when she was around. Which was stupid. She was just a baby vampire. He could kill her in an instant. "You're just afraid she is going to reject you" a little voice in his head whispered to him. He didn't even try to repress it anymore.
Klaus had turned his back to her and there was silence for a few minutes. He finally heard footsteps. "Good. Now I'll have some peace." He told himself. But instead, he felt arms wrap around his waist from behind him. He was too shocked to move. He felt electricity flow through his body. "You don't always have to act so tough. I don't want to hurt you. I care about you. Is that so hard to believe?" She hadn't really thought of what she was saying, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she knew it to be true. She was falling for him. As much as she wanted to hate him, she was seeing a whole different side of him. "Yes." He responded in a whisper. "You're beautiful," She told him. "You're strong. You have a fire in you." She walked around to face him. She reached out her hand and pulled his face up so that he was looking her in the eye. "You deserve to be loved." Klaus pulled her close to him and kissed her forehead. He trailed kisses down to her neck. "Only…Someone… As pure…As you…Could say that." He mumbled in-between kisses.
While I was typing, instead of red shirt, I wrote read shit. Hahaha. Yup. And then I completely cut that part out for next chapter. Which is going to contain sex. I am pretty sure. I only see a few more chapters left. Oh and about the last chapter. . . I feel that alcohol is a scapegoat. And it's fun. It's great for breaking down barriers. Thank you to everyone who has alerted, added this to their favorites, or reviewed. You all make me so happy. Musicalfreak, let me know how you think I did. : D I love you all!