DISCLAIMER:

I do not own The Vampire Diaries. If I did, Elena would be with Damon and Caroline would be with Klaus. -nods- Thank you.

Caroline and Klaus stared at each other for a long moment before their lips crashed against each other. Hands went everywhere. Hers entangling in his hair, his on her hips and bringing her closer to him, still.

When, Klaus' kisses began to move to her neck, she arched her head back, giving him more access.

Suddenly, the image of a certain werewolf turned hybrid popped into her mind. She pushed Klaus away, gasping, "No!"

He stared at her, panting. "What's wrong, love?"

"T-Tyler…" she stammered.

He growled and pulled her close. "Tyler isn't the one you love." he whispered. "I am. Why can't you just give into me…?"

Closing her eyes, she nearly fell limp in his arms. "I…"

His lips brushed her own. "Just let go…"

Their mouths met the other's in a magnificent kiss.

Instead of thinking of Tyler, this time, she found herself wishing that Klaus was still in his old body.

She was sure going to miss that accent.

Damon walked back into the room, carrying three blood bags. "Blood party?" he smirked.

Elena sighed and Stefan glared at him.

"What? Excuse me for trying to lighten the mood…" he said, tossing the bags to the two of them. "For Saint Stefan, AB. And for the lovely Elena, a rousing O negative." he smirked.

Elena rolled her eyes. "Wait. Isn't O negative really rare?"

"Yeah? And?" Damon said, already guzzling his down.

"Shouldn't this be at the hospital?" she said in alarm. "What if…"

"Nobody in this town has O negative blood." he shook his head. "Don't worry about it."

She sighed. "Alright…" She stared at the bag blankly.

"Just drink." Damon rolled his eyes.

"I…"

"You don't want to die, do you?" he said, watching her.

"Well, no, but…"

"C'mon, just think about it." he sat next on the other side of her. "It's blood. You need it to survive. You'll be drinking it for the next…forever." he said. "And it's pretty damn good."

For the first time as a vampire, she actually felt thirsty. In fact, the thirst was so prominent, that she nearly attacked the bag. It was drained in seconds.

Stefan watched her, looking rather sad. He knew how little she wanted this. She hated the idea of turning. It had made her cry the night of the sacrifice.

"Congratulations!" Damon clapped.

Stefan helped him state the obvious.

"You're a vampire."