Caroline froze abruptly in the midst of her escape, her muscles seeming to lock up. Fear and adrenaline shot through her as she desperately attempted to at least shuffle her feet a little. Alas, her attempts were all in vain, as a sickeningly gorgeous British accent called out, "Turn, love. Slowly, towards me. Meet my eyes, and don't you dare utter a word."

She was almost overwhelmed so much by her desire to defy him that she was afraid she may just pass out right then and there. No matter, her silent wishes and prayers to any higher power that still held her in their favor went unanswered, and she found herself no less than a few inches away from the very person she despised most, her eyes meeting his. She wanted to rip her gaze from his, but he held her in his power. The smirk that spread across her lips sickened her deep down within. He didn't speak for several agonizing moments, relishing in the fact that he had finally caught his feisty little sweetheart in an unbreakable trap, leaving her at his mercy.

Slowly, he began to circle her, amused to no end by the trembling of her shoulders. "Well, well, well," Klaus droned, running his thumb along her collarbone. "What do we have here? Love, don't you know better than to leave your windows and doors unlocked? My, my, you're quite lucky that I was the one to find you." His tone was dripping with a sick amusement. "Just anybody could have put you in this predicament right here. Aren't you just a lucky little thing? Another perpetrator may have seen it fit to beat you, or to ravish you. That just wouldn't be acceptable, sweetheart. I think it's in order for me to reteach you that little lesson. Don't you agree?"

Just then, he released her from his control, braced to force her down if she were to try anything. She whipped around to face him, her fangs bared. "Rot in hell, Klaus!" She yelled, swerving to strike him. He seized her by the wrist, the amusement draining from his features, and she grunted, gritting her teeth as she attempted to struggle out of his hold. It was of no use. "Go fuck yourself," She growled out in one last effort to defy him.

"Gladly," He hissed, though his provocative words didn't quite match his expression. "As long as you're willing to participate." He dug his fingernails into her wrist in fury, though the sight of her beautiful features twisting into that of pain didn't quite satiate him.

"Klaus, stop," She gasped, only provoking him to clench her reddening wrist with even more force. "Klaus, please…s-stop. Please, you're hurting me."

He ignored her pleas, tossing her upon the bed as one would a rag doll. Caroline sat up slightly as raw tears bubbled in her eyes, rubbing her injured wrist. She clenched her legs together, praying that he would not take advantage of her like that, though it seemed inevitable that such an event would occur by the way his lust-filled eyes seemed to consume her.

He began to pace the room, his hands clasped behind his back as he mumbled to himself. He seemed to almost have forgotten about her. She began to stand, being especially careful not to make a sound as she placed a single foot on the floor and pushed herself to her feet with her hands. This could have been her one and only chance to escape him. Although it was foolish to attempt to escape a vampire, particularly when that vampire was an Original, one of the most feared creatures in existence, and he was standing right there, she didn't think she could allow herself to sleep at night if she didn't so much as try.

She didn't even make it a mere foot before he tossed back to her bed with just as much ease as he had before. Frightened, she tried to avoid his furious gaze, but it was still clear as day to her in her peripheral vision. "Did I say you could get up, Caroline?" He spoke in a patronizing tone of voice, sounding almost like a parent scolding their defiant child. "I don't remember even giving you any sort of command." Suddenly, he was inches from her face, her chin seized between his thumb and forefinger. He forced her to look into his eyes and it became very apparent to her that with a movement that would have been almost as effortless as breathing, she could've tilted her head just a few inches forward and met his lips. "I've been patient with you, love," Klaus spoke menacingly through gritted teeth. "But my patience is about run out."

"What are you talking about?" She stammered, her stomach sinking.

"I'm talking about you," He growled, shoving her up against the wall. "I have watched as you pranced around town with that detestable fool you call a boyfriend. You have no conceivable idea what I would have given to rip his heart out. Yet, I didn't do it. Do you know why I didn't do it, Caroline?"

She shook her head fervently, trying to swallow down her tears.

"I didn't do it because of you. I have been kind to you, have I not? I rescued you, on numerous occasions. I came to your home, and when I so easily could have murdered your entire family and stolen you up, I chose to surpass that opportunity, and I went to you. I fed you, Caroline. You wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for me. Yet, you have no appreciation for what I've sacrificed to keep you alive."

"You're a killer, though! I can't love a killer! You've tried to get rid of all of my friends."

"But I didn't. I knew that doing that to you would tear you in two. I knew that you would hate me forever if I took Tyler's life. I thought that maybe you would give me a chance if I spared him. You didn't even bother to try. And now, I'm tired of the rejection, Caroline. This time, I'm not taking no for an answer."

He shoved her away, and she stumbled back into the wall, barely catching herself. "Are you going to kill me?" She whispered meekly.

He met her eyes with a horrified, hurt expression, and she had to admit that her heart ached for him for a moment there. "Of course not," He breathed, true pain swimming in his eyes.

Caroline swallowed, approaching him with slow, deliberate steps. "What are you going to do with me, then?" She pleaded to know the answer, terrified by all of the possibilities that came to mind. Would he make her into his personal slave? Would he drain her of her blood until she was barely alive? Would he force her to submit to his will?

"I'm taking you away from here," He said gruffly, yanking a duffel bag out from beneath the bed. "Somewhere far, far away, where nobody will ever have the audacity to interfere. Just you and I."

"No! Absolutely not!" She screeched in horror, throwing her arms up in the air. "You're nuts if you think I'll go anywhere with you."

"You don't have a choice, love," Klaus responded sympathetically, and his eyes met hers.

Before Caroline even knew what was happening, she was on the floor.

A/N: I didn't expect to update this so quickly, but really, all of you are so sweet! I was kind of overwhelmed by the turnout. I just love you guys to pieces. I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, but if you wouldn't mind, please review and tell me what you think! Also, find me on Tumblr at 'themagicalgirlnextdoor'! xoxo - Gianna