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A/N: As always, thank you so much for the reviews! I really hope you enjoy this chapter ;)

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Caroline couldn't help but grin like an idiot for the rest of the night. She was ridden with guilt for enjoying herself so much, but for the first time since she became a vampire, she was truly happy. She was in London, visiting famous museums and eating at fancy restaurants.

The fact that she was with Klaus didn't bother her as much because he wasn't acting like the Klaus she knew. The Klaus she knew was evil, violent, and wouldn't hesitate to rip her heart out. This Klaus, the one she was with, was caring, gentle, and was offering her the world. As much as she tried to resist him, he was getting under her skin.

They were strolling along the sidewalk now, arm-in-arm, enjoying the night air. "Thank you," Caroline told him earnestly. "Really."

Klaus grinned down at her. "Would you like to get a real drink?" he suggested.

Caroline's eyes narrowed and her smile turned into a frown. "You know I don't kill people."

Klaus rolled his eyes. "Always making assumptions," he muttered. "That's not what I meant. There's a pub just around this corner."

Caroline immediately relaxed, her grin returning. "I could go for something a little stronger than a glass of wine."
He pulled her around the corner and into the place he was talking about. It was fairly busy. People were bustling about, playing darts and pool and other various bar games. They found two empty seats at the bar and Klaus ordered a bottle of scotch and two glasses. The bartender gave Caroline a skeptical glance, clearly concerned about her age. However, with one flirtatious smile from her, he let her off the hook without asking for an ID.

"Are you sure you can handle this? It's a little strong," Klaus warned as he poured the alcohol into a glass for her.

Caroline snatched the drink from him and took a big gulp, raising her eyebrows at him as if to say, Does that answer your question? It burned her throat, but she managed to not make a face.

Klaus smirked at her, taking a sip from his own drink. He watched as she threw the rest of hers back in one swallow before refilling her glass.

This time she couldn't help but make a face, which obviously amused Klaus because he was laughing at her. "What's funny?" she asked, a little peeved.

"You," he answered.

"Oh, yeah? I bet you couldn't do that without making a face if you tried!"

"Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe."

Caroline watched in awe as Klaus finished off his drink much like she had, but without the sour expression that followed. "I've been around a long time, love, you're going to have to do better than that if you want to impress me."

Caroline smiled bleakly, throwing back another glass. It took everything in her to not make another face, and she succeeded. She smiled at her little victory and began refilling her drink for the third time, bravely finishing it off in one swallow too.

Klaus was sipping casually at his second glass, watching Caroline in amusement. "What are you, fourteen?" Caroline mocked him, as she poured her fourth. "I thought you were supposed to be the big bag hybrid." She laughed loudly at her own joke. "You're only on your second!"

Klaus glared at her playfully, taking the entire bottle of scotch swallowing a mouthful. Caroline frowned at her now empty glass, signaling the bartender over and ordering a bottle of bourbon. She opened it like Klaus had and began to drink straight from it. It was much stronger than the scotch.

"Slow down there, I don't want you getting sick," Klaus said as he tried to snatch the bourbon away from her.

Caroline hopped off the bar stool and skipped away from him before he could separate the alcohol from her, simpering evilly at him. She broke her eye contact with him when she bumped into a man playing pool, messing up the shot he was about to take.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going!" Caroline began apologizing profusely.

The man held up a hand to stop her, giving her a weak smile. "It's okay." He paused. "My name's Kevin. You're welcome to join us if you want," he gestured to the two other guys he was playing with. "We were just getting started."

Caroline smiled politely at him, about to decline, when she felt Klaus come up and stand beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Actually, Caroline and I were just leaving." He moved Caroline in front of him and kept one hand lightly on her back as he lead them towards the exit.

Caroline threw one last smile at Kevin. "Thank you for the offer," she said.

Once they were back outside, Caroline turned on Klaus. "Why did we have to leave? I was having fun," she pouted.

Klaus pried the bottle of bourbon from her hands. "I think you've had enough of this," he said emotionlessly.

"I'm barely even buzzed!" Caroline argued.

Klaus sighed. "Sweetheart, you've had four glasses of scotch and a third of a bottle of bourbon."

"Yeah, but I'm a vampire!" She whisper-shouted vampire so he would be the only one that heard her. "I can handle it better than I could if I were human." Klaus glared at her impatiently. "I wasn't even planning on playing pool with them, if that's why you made me leave."

He was silent.

Caroline scoffed. "That's it, isn't it? You were jealous."

Silence.

Caroline started walking again, making her way back to the hotel with Klaus trailing behind her. "I don't even get it. He was just inviting me to join them to be nice. He wasn't hitting on me or anything. And who are you to be jealous anyway? I'm not your girlfriend."

She rambled all the way back to the hotel. She got quieter when they were passing through the lobby, but spoke up again when they got on the elevator.
"And if he wanted to hurt me, he couldn't, because I'm kind of invincible. If I should be worried about anyone hurting me, it'd be you." Klaus opened his mouth to protest, a hurt expression crossing his face. "Actually, I take that back," Caroline said. "I know you wouldn't hurt me. You're worse—you're actually making me like you. It's so annoying! I mean, I felt so secure when I was with Tyler but then you came into the picture with your flowers and your romantic dinners, and he never makes me feel this special. I just wish you weren't evil so I wouldn't feel guilty about feeling this way, but—"

Klaus didn't need to hear any more, so he shut her up by pushing her against the wall of the elevator and capturing her mouth in his.

It took a moment for Caroline to get over the shock, but when she did, she reciprocated the kiss, letting all her feelings of guilt and shame melt away. As wrong as it was, it felt so right. She couldn't imagine being with anyone else, or feeling anyone else's lips against hers. This was where she was supposed to be. Where she wanted to be.

The elevator doors opened, and Klaus pulled the key from his pocket and opened the door without breaking their embrace. Caroline slammed the door shut with her heel and tangled her hands in his hair as he threw the key across the room as well as the bourbon, the bottle smashing against the wall. Klaus's lips moved down her jaw and to her neck while she worked at the buttons on his shirt.

They only made it as far as the couch before fully giving themselves over to each other.

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Caroline awoke on the black leather sofa, completely content. She felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around her and her head was resting on his bare chest. She picked her head up and gazed into his blue eyes, grinning lazily.

"Hi," she whispered.
"Good morning," Klaus greeted her back.

Caroline shifted uncomfortably. "So... Yesterday was a pretty crazy day."

Klaus smiled and gently pressed his lips to her forehead. "Do you regret it?"

"No," Caroline answered swiftly. She knew she should regret it, but she really didn't. It had been perfect. He had been perfect. "I think I'm going to take a shower." She sat up, feeling bare. Well, she was bare.

"I'll join you," he joked, sitting up.

Caroline smirked, leaning down and kissing him lightly. "Not now," she breathed against his mouth. She took off upstairs, washing the night off of her and letting her thoughts run wild. She definitely felt guilty. There was no doubting that. But she also knew that if she were to do it all over again, she wouldn't change a thing.

She felt ten times more refreshed after putting on her makeup and styling her hair once she got out of the shower. She decided to wear a pair of jeans and a simple tee shirt since she wasn't planning on going out today.

She skipped lightly down the stairs, meeting Klaus in the kitchen. He was drinking a glass full of a dark red liquid, which Caroline immediately recognized as blood. He was dressed now, in a pair of jeans and an off-white henley. He was staring at her curiously, and she suddenly felt self conscious.

"What?" she asked defensively.

"I'm just surprised. I thought you'd regret what happened last night," Klaus admitted.

Caroline gave him a half smile. "I already told you that I don't regret anything."

"What about Tyler?"

Caroline's face fell and she took a deep breath. "Tyler wasn't what I needed. I guess it took being with you to figure that out."

Klaus set his drink down and moved closer to her, cupping her face in his hands. "Thank you," he whispered. "For giving me a chance."

Caroline wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His hands moved to her waist and she could feel the desire welling up in her chest, but she shut it down.

Klaus was frowning as she pulled away. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Did you have anything planned for today?"

"No, unless you had something in mind."

Caroline grinned at him seductively. "There is something I wanted to do..." She pulled his mouth down to meet hers again, and this time they made it to his bedroom.

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They spent the day wrapped in each other's embrace, learning as much as they could about one another. Caroline got the whole life story. He told her about Henrik getting killed by werewolves, how he never seemed good enough for his father, and the vow he had made with Rebekah and Elijah to stand by each other "always and forever."

Caroline told him about her too. She told him about how her dad left her mom for another man, how her mom still has trouble accepting what she was, and about all the insecurities that had been eating away at her the whole week.

"Elena's my best friend, but sometimes I just can't stand how her life is always more important than everyone else's," Caroline complained. She was resting on her side, using her elbow to prop her up.

Klaus was laying beside her with his hands folded behind his head. "It's just the allure of the Petrova doppleganger." He rolled over so he was facing her. "But you, darling, are much more enticing."
Caroline beamed at his compliment, but her face soon turned serious. "Did you know the original doppleganger?"

Klaus sighed, as if recounting old memories that he didn't want to remember. "Yes."

Caroline cocked her head to the side, curious. "Tell me about her."

Klaus was quiet for a few moments, deciding which was the best way to tell his story. "Tatia was her name. She was the most sought-after woman in our village, but she already had a child by another man. Elijah and I were both..." Klaus waved a hand in the air, trying to find the right word. "enamored with her. Our mother grew tired of our bickering, and when she cast the spell that turned us into vampires, it was Tatia's blood that we drank."

Caroline cast her eyes down and she fidgeted with the sheets. "Of course you were in love with her. I should've known," she mumbled.

Klaus reached out and held her face in his hands, his blue eyes burning into hers. "I don't care about her anymore. And I didn't care about Katerina and I don't care about Elena." Caroline couldn't detect any falseness in his declaration. "I want you, and only you."

He leaned forward and kissed her gently. Caroline sighed and kissed him back, feeling her heart soar. She pulled away after a second, looking confused. "Wait," she said. "If your mother was the Original witch, shouldn't you and your siblings be able to do magic too?"

"It doesn't work like that," Klaus answered. "Vampires can't be witches and vice versa."

"Whew!" Caroline said in relief. "I mean, no offense, but I don't even want to imagine you being able to do magic on top of being both a vampire and a werewolf."

Klaus smirked at her. "No offense taken."

He began kissing her again, his hands knotting in her blonde hair. Her breathing was ragged, and she felt a familiar ache in her core. She just couldn't get enough of him!

He pressed her gently into the bed and was hovering over her, his lips still locked with hers. All of a sudden, his phone rang, breaking the moment.

He groaned exasperatedly, reaching over to the nightstand and pulling it up to his ear. "What?" he fired.

"Your father is dead," Caroline heard Stefan say on the other end.

Klaus paused. "What did you say to me?"

"Oh, my mistake. Not your actual father, and not dead. Mikael. Daggered. What do you want me to do with the body?"

"Well, first, I want you to explain to me exactly what happened."

Stefan went into some long winded explanation. From what Caroline could gather, Mikael had tried to grab Elena as bait and the Salvatores vervained him, finding the dagger he'd planned to use on Rebekah in the process. Since vampires couldn't use the dagger without dying, Elena was the one who drove it through his heart. Caroline watched Klaus's expression carefully, but it was unreadable.

"I want to see him. I want to see his rotting body for myself," he growled into the phone.

"Well, he's here." Stefan remained as cool as a cucumber. "Come by whenever."

"If you're lying to me, Stefan, your compulsion will expose you, so answer with your life. Is what you're saying the truth?"

"It's true," Stefan replied. "I saw it with my own eyes."

"I want to talk to Rebekah."

"Well, that's not a problem. She's right here." There was shuffling as Stefan handed the phone to the Original sister.

"Hello, Nik," she greeted him.

"Rebekah, love. What's this I hear about Mikael's tragic run-in with a dagger?" Klaus was more at ease talking to his sister.

"It's true. He's finally out of our lives for good." There was a short pause while Klaus digested the information. "I miss you," Rebekah added. "I'm miserable here."

"I'll be home soon," Klaus comforted her.

"Good. See you then, brother." She hung up the phone.

Klaus got up quickly and began throwing things into bags. "Pack up," he commanded. Caroline slowly stood up, confused.

"What's going on, Klaus?" she asked.
"Pack your things and pick out something pretty to wear. We're going to homecoming."

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A/N: Dun dun duuun! Homecoming! Thank you for reading! Please review, they motivate me to update faster :)