Disclaimer: Well, let's take a look at what would happen if I owned TVD. Klaus would get together with Caroline, Kol would quit being an asshole (but he's hot...), Elena and Damon would be together, Stefan and Katherine would be a couple, Tyler would... no idea what he would do, Elijah would get together with Tatia, Esther would be DEAD, and I will tell you the rest in the next chapter ;)

A/N: THANK YOU SOOOOOOOO MUCH FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! I was SO not expecting that... It seems like I was right when I said that you rock in the first chapter ;) Anyway, you are awesome! And a special thanks to everyone who bothered reviewing, I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you enjoyed the other one (well, as you can see I decided to turn this into a full fic; I have no idea where I am taking this...)!

"I promise I'm not a serial killer. I just want to use your phone"- Klaus Mikaelson

After a while of just sitting there and chit-chatting with Klaus, Caroline didn't know what to think; her mind was hazy, she suspected that it was because of the too hot temperature in this room and the fact that Klaus was sitting closer to her than before; so close in fact, that their bodies were almost touching. The problem was that Caroline couldn't help but enjoy those brief, seemingly unsuspecting touches that belonged to Klaus. She found it hard to resist them after a while, and in the end, she settled for ignoring them (or trying to, at least) and giving the distinct impression that she hadn't noticed anything.

"Would you be interested in going out in the woods with me, Caroline? We could go horse riding" Klaus suggested "Just so you can get away from all your daily stress and anxiety. Seriously, I think that we could both do with a break from the everyday murders that seem to happen in the one pony town of Mystic Falls" he smirked.

"Okay" then, Caroline registered exactly what he had said "I mean no!" she burst out; when she saw his slightly disappointed expression however, she tried to explain "I can't, Klaus. First of all, my life is in danger when I am near you and I think that the woods sound like a place in which you could murder me without anyone noticing directly.

Also, what do you expect the others will think when they see us riding off on horses? I hardly think that they will see it as the ending of a fairytale that goes 'and the prince rode off into the sunset with the princess', because I don't know what you think of all this, but except that twisted Cinderella fetish, this is so not a fairytale. I won't even speak of a miracle or a happy ending"

"You don't think that I mean what I say. You truly believe that I don't fancy you and that I want to use you like a child would play with its favourite toy. Love, I am afraid that this is not the case. I know that I have asked you before, but what is so hard to accept in the fact that I fancy you?"

"You are Klaus. Since the day I learned about you, the only words associated with you had something to do with killing, torture or the fucking sacrifice. You compelled Isobel. You killed Jenna. You possessed Alaric and I don't know how much trouble you managed to cause by doing that. Except that, Elena would be dead if Bonnie hadn't found a way to bring her back; however, in her place, John died. Jeremy was forced to leave town because of you and your stupid hybrids and death threats and I won't even speak about what you did to Stefan, someone who used to be my friend. The only times you have actually lost your grip was when Stefan nearly drove Elena off of Wickery Bridge and when he stole your coffins. Both times, you were afraid because it would affect you. And those are only half the incidents I am mentioning. Your supposed father, your family history, even Katherine turning me into a monster or the Salvatores falling in love with her in 1864; it all had to do with you. You don't care Klaus that is exactly what your actions indicate.

So after all, why would you now change for me? Am I so special that I can bring up your humanity again? You haven't given me any reasons to believe you or to trust you and that's exactly why I think that since that stupid Ball, or actually, since you healed me- after you ordered Tyler to bite me in the first place- you have been lying right into my face about everything that you feel, and about your humanity returning"

Klaus, who hadn't interrupted her all along looked at the vampire calmly

"You have only gotten to see the worst side of me, Caroline and I am sorry that that was the only side you saw. I know that you find it very hard to accept, but I am not the person you think I am. Yes, I kill people and I have committed many sins I am not proud of. But sweetheart, I haven't felt something for someone in a very long time. By which I mean a tremendous amount of time. Don't you think it would be fair if you at least gave me a chance, and forget what I have done up to now?"

"Forget? How do you expect me to just 'forget' that you are a sociopathic mass murderer who had fucked up my life! Not only that, but the only part of my life that was halfway bearable after you ruined it, was destroyed by your fucking family! And you think I will just sit here and say 'Okay. I'll just give him another chance'.

Well, I'm sorry to inform you that that is not how it works, Klaus. That is not how I work. If you want me to accept that you fancy me, you will have to earn my acceptance and I am afraid to tell you that seriously, you will have to offer me more than just pieces of expensive jewellery and silk dresses. Because, although you might find it unusual those things have no value to me; I don't know why you fail to understand that" she seethed.

Klaus looked down, and when he looked up again he was smirking. Caroline thought for a moment that indeed, she was going to slap that bastard for wearing such a smug and confident expression that was not unlike the expression of Kol had been when she had first "met" him- nearly being raped by him would have been a much better term to use.

"Ever wondered why I asked you to have that bet with me?" Klaus wanted to know.

"No. The bet was made about an hour ago and as you obviously saw, I was too busy ranting on about how I don't believe that you actually have feelings for me to think about why you would want to have a bet with me. Will you tell me?"

Klaus laughed

"As I told you, you present a good challenge. You are strong-willed, and I am sure it is hard to get under your skin. I love that about you, Caroline Forbes, you can't imagine how much. That's why I wanted to have a bet with you; because I know that you won't give in immediately and I know that I will have to try hard to win the bet. You see, I want that dinner a lot. Anyway, what about the forest trip? Are you coming or are you going to sit here and mourn over your oh so many problems?"

"I will sit here and mourn over my, oh so many problems, as you stated it so accurately. Because you know of course that that is exactly what I do when I am not out. I sit down and sulk, like we all do, instead of trying to find a halfway logical solution or helping where I can to cope with the problem" her voice was laced with irony.

"But why? We both know that you would prefer a day in the woods, even if you would have to bear my company which after all, isn't as bad as you think it is. You just think it is because you haven't thought of it as pleasant"

"Klaus, I told you why before. I know that you are used to getting stuff by stealing it or compelling people to do it for you, and you are just like your brother who had to endure another rant of mine right before he decided that I would make a brilliant Cat-And-Mouse victim, but I am not one of those people. You either convince me to do something by being nice, or you don't and we're done"

Klaus sighed, but the smirk never left his lips

"Fine. I'll try another time, when you aren't so stressed and messed up because of what has happened to you" he tucked one of Caroline's blonde locks behind her ear; she didn't fail to miss that his hand also touched her cheek briefly as he did so.

"Why do you keep touching me? Can't you... control your urges or something?" Caroline snapped, though she didn't really mean what she said; she wanted him to touch her, but she refused to admit that he was better than Tyler at this- although it was the bitter truth that had once again decided to show its ugly head.

Klaus laughed

"You're hard to resist, sweetheart. Besides, you are enjoying it anyway, so where's the point in stopping?"

"I am not enjoying this" her voice indicated that she meant exactly the opposite, but she decided to let that slip.

"Right. You can't lie to me, love so stop doing so and tell me the truth"

"I am telling the truth" she persisted.

Klaus gave her a look that said 'And-I-Am-Meant-To-Believe-You', but Caroline simply ignored it and suddenly became very interested in her nails, not daring to meet his eye.

"Can you take me home now?" she asked him "Please?" she added quickly "Bonnie will probably be dead worried about me now, and I will have to make up all sorts of lies to manage to convince her that I was somewhere other than The Devil's Mansion. Also, her mother will have woken up from her transformation by now, so Bonnie will be panicked. She needs someone by her side right now and you can take me home in the fastest way possible so please, I need your help"

"You, Miss Forbes asking for me to play knight in shining armour? Fine, as I know that you will go on and on about this if I don't bring you back"

"Thank you" she put her arms around him impulsively. Klaus pressed her face into his chest and Caroline inhaled his scent; he smelt good... too good in fact. She felt his cheek on her hair and she wanted to say something to him, so that he would let go of her, but her mouth seemed dry of words. She knew that she didn't want this to end; she wanted to stay in Klaus' arms forever, but she knew that she couldn't.

"You are very welcome" Klaus pulled away from her. Caroline was breathless "Oh, I only just remembered. I need to give you your bracelet back" the hybrid got up and walked into another room, leaving Caroline alone.

Oh no this can't be happening, she thought, I didn't actually want more of him, did I?

And yet, she had- she still- wanted more of Klaus. Images of them together were storming into her; her and him curled up tight on a couch; his lips on hers, their hands tangled in each others' hair; them in bed... That was enough. Caroline snatched for breath as she realised that she had actually just fantasized about Klaus. "Oh hell no!" was the first thing that came to her mind. But a part of her was screaming "Oh hell yes!"... Damn him.

"So, let's leave" Caroline said those words quickly, standing up as she did so, so that she could avoid another embrace that would lead to inappropriate fantasising about the serial killer of a hybrid who was standing in front of her, trying hard not to laugh at her- she assumed- shocked expression.

"You are so jumpy" Klaus mumbled, as he took a step closer toward her and extended his hand to cup her cheek. As he had awaited Caroline flinched away from him, though he could tell that she tried hard not to "You shouldn't be afraid of me" Klaus stated.

"I-I'm not afraid of you" Caroline stuttered. And it was the truth. She wasn't one damn bit afraid of Klaus; yes, she hated him and if she could do so, she would always put a mile's distance between them, but not because of fear.

It was herself that Caroline feared. Or more accurately, her stupid hormones that were screaming for him. She feared that she would lose control one day and that she would have to bear the consequences for something that she couldn't control; she didn't even want to think about Tyler and what he would do if he found out about this. But how the hell was she supposed to explain this to Klaus, to whom she was not ready to give the satisfaction that he could take her whenever he wanted to?

"Then what's wrong with you, sweetheart? If you were not afraid from me, I doubt that you would flinch away every single time I came near you"

"Believe what you want to believe" Caroline decided not to give him an exact answer on this point "I don't care what you think about me anyway. Now can we go?" she started walking towards the door that led out of the large mansion.

"So polite" she heard Klaus mutter right behind her; Caroline rolled her eyes. A little louder, Klaus continued "Do you want to get home by car or would you prefer running?" Caroline frowned; he was actually giving her a choice; she had hardly ever experienced Klaus giving people a choice before, and it took her by surprise that he did so.

"Umm... I'd prefer it if I got home by car" she murmured. She had enjoyed the whole running part, but she had to think about what an impression she would make if she appeared on her doorstep on Klaus' back, her hair even messier than it already was, her expression- probably- twisted into one of extreme delight; the impression she would make would be different from the one she would have preferred.

Klaus nodded and Caroline felt his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. This time, she just let it be. He wouldn't change, even if she begged him to stop, would he? Actually, she had the secret suspicion that he liked it when she asked him to pull away from her, to give her a second's break.

They had reached the car; Klaus pulled open the door to the passenger seat and motioned for Caroline to get in. She obeyed, and watched as he slid onto the driver's seat. He turned the car engine on and started driving, though his gaze wasn't set on the street, but on Caroline. She was worried by this; she didn't want to end up in a car accident

"Klaus please look at the street" she hissed.

"You are afraid I will crash, aren't you? Don't worry, love, I promise that I won't" he smirked at the last bit "Besides, you wouldn't die nor would you have any health problems because of the accident, so you are safe"

"It's not my health I am worried about, neither is it yours. Neither is it your car that will probably break down or something if we crash. But I don't think that the people who I call my friends and who I am betraying right behind their backs at this very moment will be particularly happy if they find out that I spent the night when one of my best friends needed me most because her mother was dying, with the person who is the reason that nearly everyone in this town is dying, okay?"

"So, basically you are afraid that people will find out about the truth and will think badly of you. Caroline, let me ask you something; are you really as shallow as to bother about what the fuck people think about you and your actions?"

"Are you calling me shallow for bothering what people think about me?" she shrieked "Well, I know that you have never experienced something like that, because you have nobody who actually cares about you, even your fucking family wants to see you dead. So you don't care about what people think about you because everyone already has an opinion about you that is certainly not one that you should be proud of. So your actions make no difference in the end. Everyone expects them; murders, blood, torture... it is all awaited from someone like you. You can't judge me, nor do you have the right to call me shallow for caring what others think about me!"

Klaus didn't reply to her, but she saw that his expression was cold as ice. His hands were gripping the stirring wheel tightly as if that way he could stop himself from hitting her and his figure was stiff

"That was low, love" he said in a throaty voice after a while.

Caroline, who was still angry at him- and doubted that she would get over her anger anytime soon- settled for glaring at him coolly and sitting next to him in silence; Klaus rolled his eyes and turned his gaze back onto the street. Though it was dark, he could see perfectly well and didn't miss Caroline's house, although his thoughts were on a completely different matter.

Caroline was right.

People didn't give a damn about him and believed that the best for them was that he simply dropped dead one day. Even Rebekah, the sibling he was closest to, hadn't entirely forgiven him for killing their mother, though he had proven that he had done the right thing. Even she hated him as much as she loved him. And his hybrids, who were bound to him with blind loyalty, had been forced to look up to him, because they believed that he had saved them from a terrible curse, when the bitter truth was that he had simply placed a worse curse on them, because he didn't want to be alone anymore.

Even his father had told him this, and Klaus realised that it was probably the only honest thing that his father had ever told him; he realised the truth of his words just now, that Caroline had said them right into his face. He didn't know what true love was. What caring and sacrificing himself for someone was. Even his own mother hated him for what he was. He had nobody.

Nobody...

Wordlessly he opened the door for Caroline to get out. She stormed past him and he watched as Bonnie opened the door for her, her eyes tear strained and how Caroline hugged Bonnie and whispered that it would all be okay, that her mother would survive this, because the bond of a child and a mother was stronger than any other bond, even the bond of love.

Klaus closed his eyes and leaned back, listening to the Bennett witch's sobs. When he opened them again, he saw that Caroline was leading Bonnie inside. He looked at her beautiful features, and she turned around one last time, looking him right into the eye. Klaus felt himself staring right back numbly, and Caroline sighed. He saw something in the look she gave him, but he couldn't indicate exactly what it was... Was it sorrow? He didn't have time to think about it; Caroline turned around and walked into the house, slamming the door behind her. Klaus shook his head, trying to get rid of the thoughts that were haunting him and got into the car.

"She'll be okay, Bonnie" Caroline whispered, again and again. Abby hadn't woken up yet, but there was no doubt that she would wake up soon as a vampire. Caroline was hoping that Abby would decide to drink human blood with her whole heart; the very last thing she needed was for another emotional breakdown because of another dead person in this seemingly cursed town- the fact that witches lived there didn't help Caroline get rid of the idea either- that seemed to have the highest death rate in the whole fucking world.

An hour had passed since Caroline had stormed away from Klaus and had began calming down Bonnie who, for a change was a little messed up and not her calm, straightforward self. Caroline understood her completely, and that made her feel even worse about leaving her alone and going off with Klaus- although she hadn't exactly been partying either. Bonnie hadn't asked her about where she had been yet, or who the man standing next to the car which Caroline had climbed out of was, but she was sure that sooner or later she would have to make up excuses for everyone. She wondered if Klaus would spill anything to get revenge on her; she hoped that he didn't, but she wasn't sure about what his next move would be.

Abby stirred and both Caroline and Bonnie turned to look at her, their faces stretched into masks of fear, expectation and slight curiosity. Bonnie looked a little relived; Caroline had secretly believed that her friend had feared that her mother wouldn't survive the transformation for human to vampire. She was the first- to them- known witch who had been turned into a vampire.

Caroline found it particularly sad that Abby would lose her powers right now, when she had just gotten them back after trying as hard as she could. Abby's eyes opened up and Caroline held her breath. With a confused expression Bonnie's mother rose from the bed she was lying on. She looked at the two girls before her, wondering why they looked so worried

"What happened?" she asked, her voice thick "I remember Damon coming up behind me and feeding me his... Oh no" she breathed "Have I been turned into a... into a vampire?"

Neither Bonnie nor Caroline replied to her, but their expressions were answer enough for Abby. She closed her eyes and leaned back into the bed, trying to take the news in. She was a vampire. A bloodsucking, human-killing monster. A murderer. The opposite of nature; the opposite of what she had been; how ironic. But that wasn't what hurt her most. What hurt Abby Bennett most was that her daughter would never accept what she was now; neither would the spirits. Besides that, she was the reason why the Originals were still alive; why Klaus was still alive. All of her worries, all of her thoughts came to circle around one single question, to which there was no answer

Why?

"I am so sorry for what happened" Bonnie began hesitantly "I-I didn't want you to be turned as soon as you had just gotten your powers back" that was all. Abby noticed that there was no "I accept what you are now, because I know that it wasn't your fault that you were turned. I will help you get through this" in Bonnie's apology. She knew that her daughter wasn't the type of person to say something like that; not when she was having too much of a hard time accepting what her own mother had been turned into a vampire. It hurt Abby that Bonnie didn't say that, though.

"Shall I leave you alone to clear things up?" Caroline wanted to know. She didn't feel comfortable, being here in a moment that clearly was a mother-daughter moment in which the best friend didn't belong. Bonnie nodded and said

"Thanks for letting me stay, Caroline"

Caroline nodded and rushed out of the room, up the stairs to her bedroom, where she closed the door and sat on her bed with a small huff. For heaven's sake, why was everything in her life so damn complicated? Couldn't the person who controlled her fate decide that for once everything would be simple and she wouldn't have to worry?

Caroline heard a knock on her window and span around. The curtains were closed, but she could make out a human form right in front of it. Should she go and see who it was, or should she not? Downstairs Abby and Bonnie were still discussing what the changes that Abby would have to face now that she had transformed into a vampire; Caroline was ignoring them the best she could.

Reluctantly, she got up and walked towards the window, pushing the curtains aside. She prayed that it wouldn't be Klaus. Her prayers were heard, but Caroline wished that she had prayed differently. In front of her was Kol, the Original with the cocky grin who had nearly raped her and who was now probably laughing to himself over his victory of getting to her house.

As soon as Klaus had gotten to the large mansion he owned, he stepped inside and pulled a glass out of the wooden cabinet that was situated in the living room, pouring Vodka inside and emptying the glass in one go. He quickly poured more Vodka into his glass, but the voice of his sister, Rebekah stopped him from doing so

"Getting yourself drunk wouldn't be wise right now, Nick. You do know that Esther" she spoke the name out with hatred in her voice "Can of course, pop out in front of us at any moment; if you get drunk she will use that weakness and if she gets to you... we're all dead"

She didn't care about him, was the first thing that came to his mind as he heard his sister speak those words. "We're all dead..." so, if they weren't connected by that spell that their mother had put on them, Rebekah wouldn't care about what happened to him? Klaus left himself a moment to ponder about this, as Rebekah waited- rather impatiently- for an answer, her fingernails tapping on the table she was standing in front of. When he came to no conclusion, Klaus turned around to face her, letting the bottle as well as the glass rest on the table

"I think that you are underestimating our mother's tendency to plan things ahead, so that they always work out for her, Bekah" he hoped that his voice didn't quaver or shake as he spoke "She doesn't make rash decisions, and usually, although it takes her time, she chooses the right ones. Esther wouldn't appear out of thin air to kill me because I have decided to get drunk.

Besides, she needs a whole ritual to do all this, have you forgotten? She will need to plan this again from a start, as- and I give the Salvatores credit for that one- right now she is facing the problem of the Bennett line being broken, because one of them was turned into a vampire. From this I conclude that she will have to kill Abby first so that she can channel her power from the dead, because as long as she is alive, she has no powers to channel because she is a vampire. It is simple logic, sister" he ended.

"Is something not right, Nick? You sound stressed" Rebekah chose to ignore what her brother had just said and moved on to a different matter, one that had concerned her the minute he started speaking; his voice sounded somewhat duller than it usually was, and as she was his sister and she knew him better than anyone on this planet- better even than their mother-, she didn't fail to notice the sad tone that accompanied his words.

It was the tone he had used every time they had spoken together about him being a hybrid; the tone he had used when the curse had been put upon him; the tone he had used when his heart had been broken by Tatia- Rebekah had never really liked her after she had seen that her favourite brother had fallen for her.

"Nothing's wrong, Bekah. Everything is fine" Klaus said, pretending that what she had just suggested was near ridiculous. He should have known that he couldn't trick Rebekah, not his sister who had stuck with him for all these years; she rolled her eyes, but she merely said

"Okay, Nick. But, believe it or not, I think that it would be better for you to talk about what's on your mind to someone; it has always been the best for you, and I believe that it will continue being the best for you. So, even if it isn't me, confide someone in; someone who you think would understand you. You've done it before, and it helped" Rebekah advised in the most un-Rebekah-ish tone Klaus could have imagined.

He sighed and picked up the glass he had let behind him again

"Do you think I should get wasted after all?" he wanted to know.

Rebekah smirked

"I don't know. Find someone to get drunk with if you really want to. Just don't get drunk with Elijah... or Finn"

Klaus laughed as he remembered the first time they, along with Kol had tried to get the two quieter members of the family drunk; the results hadn't been good, and they had all sworn to never do something along those lines again. They had been foolish back then, when they had still been human.

Foolish, but they had known how to live a life, something they seemed to have forgotten now that they had been turned...

"I will keep it in mind" he answered, silently deciding that tonight was not the ideal night to get drunk, for one reason or the other.

Rebekah nodded and Klaus sat down on one of the sofas, pulling out his sketching block again

"What, are you going to start drawing again?" Rebekah teased him.

Klaus nodded

"I certainly am, sister" he replied. And he started sketching Caroline, in the hope that she would be able to forgive him for what he was.

Wow... these chapters always take me ages to write ;) I hope that you enjoyed the chapter! And I think that you should be wondering what will happen to poor Caroline right now. Oh, Kol *sigh*; please REVIEWWWW! I want to try and reach as many reviews as the last chapter got :P Seems impossible (I have never gotten 19 reviews on a one shot and I am soo grateful to every one of you guys who bothered pressing the 'REVIEW' button), but with your help it can be achieved. Any requests? Should I write a one shot about the scene in which Kol, Rebekah and Klaus get Finn and Elijah drunk? Thank you!

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-Jade Colours