Caroline didn't know where they were. They stayed at this big house in the middle of nowhere, miles from any other people. Klaus made sure she never left the house unless she accompanied him. He would take her for walks outside through the woods so she would be able to get fresh air. It frustrated him though because no matter what he did it never made her happy. Sure whenever they kissed or were together there would be those brief moments of contentment, but it never outlasted the sadness long enough. She was always brought back down to being unhappy.

She missed her family and friends. She missed Mystic Falls. She missed her life. And even though she promised him that she was his she never promised to be happy about it. Out of spite for what he was doing to her, Caroline refused to ever show him her gratitude for sparing her life or be anything but sad all the time.

One day when they were laying in bed together, fully nude and covered in sheets. He bit her side, drinking her sweetness and gulping it down hard. His fingertips brushed her stomach as Caroline just stayed still as a lifeless object. She had grown tired of all the feeding and the rush that was once there was almost completely gone. It was the same thing everyday, they'd kiss, they'd feed, and they'd sleep together. The routine was so tiresome and predictable and it would never stop.

Caroline would dream about someone coming to rescue her. She would dream that someone would slay the horrible monster and take her away from this dreaded place. But nobody came for they did not know where she was. Caroline assumed that they were nowhere near Virginia at all. When Klaus took her he made her sleep and every time she'd wake he would tell her to go back to sleep until they arrived at their destination.

Klaus was becoming bothered by her attitude. He wanted her to feel the things he had felt for her but she never returned his feelings back. Klaus didn't want to use compulsion on her to make her feel a certain way. He wanted her to genuinely love him. He wouldn't be satisfied if it wasn't the truth.

"Tell me what you're thinking about," Klaus commanded as he held her in his arms.

Caroline's eyes were closed. She imagined she wasn't there with him but every time he'd talk he'd ruin the fantasy.

"I wish I was home."

"You are home," Klaus said. He kissed her lips with passion but Caroline gave no movement for him to work with. She was becoming increasingly difficult and it made him mad.

As the days passed Caroline would stare out the window of her bedroom and just watch the days go by. Klaus had compelled her not to leave while he was out so she stayed trapped in the house. Before he stole her away she had no desire to die. But now she wanted to. She didn't want to die and become a vampire, she wanted to be dead and to stay dead. Because death would be so kind and take her away from him forever. Unfortunately her death wish wouldn't be granted because if she tried to kill herself, she'd wake up as a vampire due to all of Klaus' blood she drank. He made sure she drank a lot from him every day, so his blood was always in her system.

Caroline

She heard a voice call to her. But it wasn't Klaus' voice. The voice was oddly similar to hers, but it held an accent to it. She got up from where she sat and was pulled to the mirror that was feet away from her in the bedroom. She looked at her reflection and saw herself standing there. But her reflection was different. Today her hair was straight and she wore a pretty green top with jeans. But her reflection showed her to have long wavy hair and was wearing a dress that looked like it was worn from centuries ago. Her reflection contained a smirk, as Caroline didn't even break a smile.

Caroline gained a massive headache and fell to the ground. Her hands held her head after experiencing the excruciating pain. It was as if something was trying to get her knocked out. She tried to fight it but everything began to fade to black.

She did not dream while she was sleeping. Everything was dark and empty. It was like she didn't even exist. Time didn't matter.

Caroline woke up in bed curled up in Klaus' arms. They were both naked which she found odd. She didn't remember him getting back from wherever he was and she didn't remember sleeping with him. The last thing she remembered was standing by the mirror before she got that awful headache. How did she end up like this?

Klaus felt her move in his arms causing him to wake up. He rolled her over onto her back as he got on top of her. His eyes were filled with more joy than she had ever seen them and there was not one hint of intensity. There was just his love.

He leaned in to kiss her, which she replied to for the first time in a while. While their mouths found a rhythm against each other he moaned out a name softly. But it wasn't her name.

"Madeline."

The name caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up and she pulled away from his embrace. She was confused and didn't know why he called her that. She noticed that Klaus looked just as mystified when she pulled away.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"What did you just call me?"

In an instant Klaus's eyes filled with disappointment and the happiness was gone. He just as quick looked into her eyes and started to use his compulsion on her.

"I called you Caroline."

"You called me Caroline," she repeated.

He looked at her for a while never blinking. His disappointment grew as her played with her hair and brushed her smooth skin with his tips. Klaus appeared like he just lost something very valuable to him.

"Klaus," Caroline began.

"Please don't talk. Just kiss me," he said. This time it wasn't a command. Caroline didn't go forward to kissing him though so he went ahead and did it. As she lost herself in the intoxicating heat that Klaus gave, her memory gaps, which she wondered about, left her mind as she was focused on Klaus. After days of not wanting him, her desired burned hotter than it did before for. Caroline stirred next to him as he entered her, their fingers laced up together and bodies moving as one.