A/N: here's more!


Caroline crossed the threshold, making her way out to her porch and down the steps until she was in full view of the moon. It was their promise to each other no matter where they were; together or separated, that they loved one another and waited until they could be united once more. Whenever one of them was staring at it they knew their partner was too. At least they had.

Five years had passed since the last time she had known Tyler was staring at the moon too. It was the night before their wedding and in typical Caroline fashion, she had wanted a traditional wedding which meant not seeing each other for twenty-four hours before the ceremony. Elena had escorted her to the Salvatore Boarding house for what would be their last ever slumber party. That was when it happened. That was when he showed up.

Caroline couldn't sleep; the anticipation was too much. She opened the window to feel the breeze and catch a glimpse of the moon which held so much power over her life just as a pebble was being thrown, hitting her in the chest and she looked down expecting to see Tyler.

"Klaus," she was shocked to see him. Ever since his little coup d'etat in New Orleans and the birth of his child Klaus had stayed away from Mystic Falls as he continued to reclaim the city and his title as King. Speeding down the hallway, Caroline met him on the side of the building and stopped just two feet from him before composing herself. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard about the upcoming wedding," the hybrid replied. "A bit of a sham though, isn't it? Considering you're dead," he reminded her.

"Being dead hasn't stopped you from being a father," Caroline hissed. "Why should I allow it to keep me from marrying the love of my life?"

"Come, now. We both know there's no truth to that," Klaus shoved his hands into his coat pockets. "Why not release him? You'll only hurt him more when you finally admit your true feelings to yourself."

The blush rose in her cheeks as she blustered, "Tr-true," she paused, "feelings! Are you crazy or just plain stupid? I've been in love with Tyler for almost a decade, Klaus," her voice finally softened. "We've waited for tomorrow for years and when I walk down the aisle tomorrow and take his hand, I'm going to promise to love him until the day I meet my final death.

"I've waited seven years to be with him without any threats to keep us apart."

"I told you I would wait for you," Klaus reminded her; the distance in between them did nothing to eliminate her need to be near him. "No matter what happens in my life or who comes into it or leaves it, I will continue to wait for you. You are the woman I want to love for the rest of my life, Caroline."

Tears ran down her face as she sobbed and turned away from him. Heightened emotions had her laughing maniacally as unleashed anger tormented her. "That's your problem, Klaus," the blonde talked with her hands flailing every which way. "That's what has always been your problem! You want to love someone and you want to be loved. First it was Tatia and now it's me," she pounded her palm to her chest, "but the problem is that you don't actually know how to love anyone! All those years ago I thought I was finally getting to see the real you. The little boy who was abused and traumatized by his parents, who lashed out and tried to control everyone in his life so he would never have to feel that way again. I know something changed in you when we met," she stepped back as he moved towards her. "You met someone who you felt more for than yourself. You relinquished control as much as you could, and I was pulled to you too," Caroline hit the wall of the building behind her and her face turned into Klaus's palm; he was pressing up against her and trying to stare into her eyes, which Caroline cast away in an attempt to remain strong.

"I would relinquish everything within my power to you," Klaus confessed, "if only I knew how you felt about me."

Caroline looked into his eyes, tormented by the hold he had over her and how it constantly jeopardized the love she had for Tyler and the life she held so dear in Mystic Falls. "One day, you will meet someone who loves you as much," she admitted, "or more, than I do. Hopefully you will be able to return that love," her voice began to break. "And I pray when that day comes; when you find her, that she will be yours and yours alone," the sobbing continued to wrack through her body as she forced herself to do something she hadn't been able to do for the past five years. "Because I will always love Tyler more than you. I will always choose Tyler over you. And the only future I have is with Tyler, and not with you," she cried and watched his entire face contort with pain; knowing he felt exactly like she did in that moment.

Wind brushed past her and she collapsed against the building; unleashing her voice as she screamed and cursed at the man who had destroyed her perfect love and small town life. Klaus was gone.

But Tyler was there.

"And then he wasn't," she whispered to herself. She stared at the moon and wished there was someway to change the past; to go back to that night and change her mind about being a traditional bride. Caroline would have snuck away earlier to live one more day in sin with her fiance before they were officially the old married couple of the group, because at least then they would have been married.


Bonnie and Jeremy had yet to say two words to one another, separated by fear and friends. Caroline had left right after dinner to go find her mom and fill her in while Elena and the Halliwells were busy getting Bonnie into clothes that were actually relevant to this decade.

Matt and the boys had congregated in the kitchen in the meantime and when Jeremy followed in a daze, his friend and business partner had poured him a glass of scotch. The youngest Gilbert didn't even realize that he never managed to empty his glass, whether courtesy of Matt, Stefan or Damon. Standing across the room from her as the Halliwells gave their farewells for the night, Jeremy couldn't stop staring at his late girlfriend; unfortunately one of many and his heart ached because he knew eventually he would lose her again.

The pats on his back as Stefan and Damon retired for the night barely registered in his mind until she was the only other person in the room with him. "Hello, Jeremy. I've missed you," she spoke and waited for some sign that he had heard her.

"I missed you, too," he barely spoke and took a step towards her, holding out a hand. Bonnie took it and their fingers intertwined. "Why did you have to die," he cried and the witch immediately embraced him; comforting him as he finally broke down. "Why does everyone I love have to die?"