AN: Thank you so much to all of you guys that have reviewed and followed this story! It seriously is amazing and leaves me with a great feeling after I see every single follow/review. One guest had reviewed saying that they didn't find Klaus and Caroline that likeable. I would like to thank you for your comment and say I really took it into consideration and to keep up reviews like that because I really do think about them when I'm writing. Also, thanks so much to my amazing beta, Selvet! Everyone should go check out her stories, they're great! Ok, here is chapter three!

Disclaimer: I don't own TVD.

Caroline threw some cash on the table before hurriedly getting up out of the booth, and turning away from Klaus towards the door. A million thoughts were running through her head. She had obviously realized that since they were costars, they would eventually be spending time together, but she always imagined that they would simply only see each other when filming or promoting the movie, and then never again for the rest of her life. She had never thought she would have to deal with him in her personal life too. Now that she had actually started processing everything, what David said made sense. Of course it would probably be best to get to build a relationship with a costar before filming, that way you felt comfortable enough around them to take on a different persona. But Klaus? She couldn't do that. Even thinking about it hurt her head, and gave her a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had to just go home, relax, and stop thinking about this. But apparently that was a little too much to ask, because just as she exited Corteo's she felt a tug on her right hand and suddenly she was pulled into someone's chest.

"Just where do you think you're going, love?" he questioned, looking down at her, his eyes playful and daring.

She was so close to him that she could smell the musky scent of his cologne, and feel his hot breath on her face. He was holding her hands, pressing her flush against his chest. To anyone else this might look like a display of love and affection, but both of them knew otherwise; this was Klaus challenging her, and she wasn't about to let him win.

So she leaned into his ear, and in her most seductive voice sarcastically replied, "Nowhere with you, Nik."

She then turned on her heel and started walking home, praying he would leave her alone.

Unfortunately her request went ungranted, as she heard his throaty laughter behind her, and then the sounds of his shoes on the pavement as he hurried to catch up with her. Soon he fell in step next to her.

Not even bestowing the courtesy of looking over at him as she spoke, Caroline opened her mouth and irritably asked, "What are you doing, Nik?"

Even though she wasn't looking at him she could feel the smirk growing on his face before he said, "Why, sweetheart, I'm accompanying you home of course."

This got her to stop in her tracks and finally turn to look at him. She knew he wanted a reaction out of her, and she didn't want to give him one, but by golly it is so damn hard to restrain herself when he is looking at her with that arrogant smirk, and those mocking blue eyes. So she took off her sunglasses (so he could receive the full force of her glare) and icily said, "Like hell you are!"

He stepped closer to her, and then in a slow challenging tone said, " But Caroline, you heard David. We are to spend as much time together as possible, starting now." He finished and glared right back into her eyes. They stood like that for a while, inches apart, two pairs of icy blue eyes throwing daggers at each other.

The sound of clicking cameras brought them out of their state suddenly, and they both looked over their shoulders to see a good five or six paparazzi taking pictures of them. Caroline placed her glasses back over her eyes, wondering just how long they had been standing there, and looked at Klaus again.

"Fine, you can come. Just don't be such an asshole today," she said as she continued her walk home.

Klaus quickly started walking after her again, a triumphant look on his face, his blue eyes gleaming with entertainment.

"Caroline, when have I ever acted like an asshole" he said sarcastically, fake hurt in his tone.

At his remark Caroline let out an honest laugh, then realizing her mistake quickly tried covering it up with a scoff. However, Klaus had already heard the laugh and a smug, victorious look was already plastered on his face.

Caroline glanced over at him, and seeing his look rolled her eyes, "Oh shut up, you pig."

He laughed at her insult before replying, "Whatever you say, Blondie."

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When they finally arrived back at Caroline's place, it had begun to rain. They walked through the door, both of their clothes slightly wet from the drizzle that had fallen from the sky. Caroline's apartment was giant. It was very spacious and had incredible furnishings, and antiques. The kitchen was elaborate; with granite countertops, and stainless steel appliances. The living room was regal, yet cozy, with the walls painted a peaceful light yellow.

Klaus carefully perused the apartment, his eyes scanning over every detail. Truthfully, he thought it was quite nice; it was homey, yet clean and non-cluttered, he thought the whole thing was very…Caroline. He wasn't about to tell her that though, no that would be too nice. Instead, he put his hands out, gesturing dramatically to the room and said, " Alas! I've found it! Hell on Earth!"

Caroline rolled her eyes as she strode into the kitchen, simply yelling back over her shoulder, "Ever thought Hell on Earth is simply wherever you're currently residing"

He chuckled at her comment as he followed her into the kitchen, appreciatively and totally guiltlessly admiring her backside as he walked behind her. What? Just because she was annoying on the inside didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the outside, right?

"I would offer you water, but I have a strong suspicion you would melt," Caroline jested, pulling out a cup from the cabinet.

"Oh please, love, all this walking has made me quite thirsty" he said, waggling his eyebrows as he looked at her with a dirty grin.

"Seriously, Nik? Aren't we passed the 'dirty jokes' state in our relationship?" Caroline protested, pulling another cup out.

"Oh, sweetheart, I don't think we will ever be past that stage," Nik replied with a smirk, taking the water she was handing him and following her into the living room.

Caroline took a seat on the couch, pointing for Nik to sit down on the opposite sofa. As they sat in silence, each drinking their waters, Caroline reflected on the events of the last week. How she had ended up sitting opposite Niklaus Mikaelson, in her apartment, was beyond her. Truth be told she used to have a little crush on him when she was a teenager. Nothing major, it's not like she was obsessed with him or anything but I mean c'mon, what 18 year girl wouldn't melt at that accent? She remembered going to see one of his movies with a couple of her girlfriends, and all of them giggling the whole way through, especially at the shirtless scenes.

Looking at him now, he looked a lot like he did in that movie. His hair was the same color, still messily styled in tiny curls. His eyes were still blue, but they held a lot more darkness then they did back then, almost as if he had seen things with those eyes that had tainted their clarity. And although he had matured into a full grown man, one thing she noticed hadn't changed were his dimples. He had the most adorable boyish dimples. They were really the only things that kept his face light and somewhat innocent. She also couldn't help but notice the way that his shirt, damp from the rain, clung to his chest and shoulders. The tight grip it had around his body easily showed off his chiseled abs, and muscular arms. She wondered just how muscular they were… She continued looking at him until she heard that cocky voice of his and she was jolted back to reality.

"See something you like love?" he asked as his mouth curved up in a smug smile, his eyes twinkling with playfulness.

Despite herself, and all her hatred towards him, Caroline couldn't help the small blush that crept up her cheeks at his words. Great. He had caught her staring at him… not that she was staring! She was simply thinking in his direction… Oh this was gonna go to his head.

Trying to redeem herself she pointedly looked around the room very slowly, and exaggerated, before turning back to Nik. "Nope," she said, puckering the 'p.' "Not a single thing," she finished with her own wicked smile.

They both glared at each other for a while longer before Caroline had finally had enough.

"Look, I think it is pretty obvious that neither of us want to be here."

"Oh no! Was I making it too obvious?" Nik said with mock shame in his tone, "I was really trying to hide my lack of enthusiasm , but it seems you have seem right through me now, haven't you, love."

Ignoring him (she realized she would be doing a lot of that), Caroline continued, "David thinks it's necessary for us to build some type of relationship in order to work together, so the way I see it, the quicker we get this stupid 'bonding' over with, the less we have to see each other."

Klaus seemed to think this over as he sat there on the couch. Although Caroline was fun to look at, and on occasion thought of a few witty things to say, she was also the most annoying person he had ever met, and he did not want to spend any more time with her than he had to. So resiliently he leaned forward and said, "Fine."

"Fine," Caroline repeated, her tone as equally icy as his.

"But I just want to get one thing clear," she said leaning forward.

"Yes, my ass is real," Klaus said sarcastically.

Caroline rolled her eyes, but continued to lean forward.

"I want to make very clear my feelings for you," she whispered.

At this he too leaned forward, his eyes peaking with curiosity and interest. He cocked his eyebrow, signaling that she should continue. So in a hushed tone, through clenched teeth she slowly said, "I loathe you," enunciating every syllable with purpose.

At her words he leaned forward even more. Their faces were now a couple inches apart, the air between them hot. Looking right into her eyes, in a voice so low it was almost a growl he whispered "I loathe you too, love."

AN: What do you guys think? I'm still building background so there will be a lot more depth to the characters, and plot to come...Let me know what you think, and hopefully I'll have chapter four up in a couple days!