Chapter 3

Caroline sat in the corner of the room and watched the door. He would come back. She knew he would be back any minute. And then what?

She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She rocked back and forth a little. Was anyone looking for her? Jesus they would never find her.

She looked around the room and realized that it was quiet pretty. The exposed stone walls were a little more rustic then she was used to at home but it was nice. There was a dark hardwood floor and dark furnishings. Had he done this all for her? Why was she even thinking like this? This was Klaus.

As she knew he would; Klaus came back into the room. He found her instantly in the corner of the room. He walked over and extended his hand to her. She did not give it to him. She stood up on her own and walked away from him. Klaus liked how headstrong she was.

"So where are we?" she asked. "Are we even in Mystic Falls any longer?"

"We are close by."

"Does anyone know that I am gone?"

"Possibly…. but who can be sure?"

"Can you ever answer a question honestly and directly?" she yelled at him.

He looked at her and squared his shoulders. "I would think they are looking for you."

"Did you hurt anyone?"

"No Caroline." he said slowly. "And that is the truth. Hurting them would hurt you."

"But you had already tried to kill me and most of my friends."

"That was before I knew you." he said and smiled shyly almost sexy.

Caroline huffed and turned from him again and flopped on the bed. He watched her every move.

"I took the liberty of getting some of your personal items from your house. I hope you don't mind." he said as a henchman brought in a large bag of her things.

"You were in my house! You were in my room!" she said and grabbed the bag from his hand.

"I thought it would make you more comfortable."

Caroline looked at Klaus and laughed. She shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"Why don't you just put bars on the door. That's how comfortable I feel here."

"This is not a prison Caroline. You can do as you wish."

"Can I leave?" she asked.

"No." he said quickly.

Caroline went through the bag that Klaus had brought from her room. There was her favorite stuffed animal from her bed, her hair brushes and makeup and some clothes and her perfume.

"I love the way that smells." he said and smiled he eyes were fixed on the floor.

Caroline shook her head. She turned back to the bag and smiled a tiny smile.

Then she saw her memory box.

"How did you know where to find this?" she turned to Klaus. "Have you been watching me?" she asked.

Klaus did not answer because she already knew the answer. He walked to the chair and sat. He folded his hands together on his lap. Caroline nearly forgot he was there and sunk down on the bed. She opened the decorated shoe box. Something she had made when she was young, like in second grade. She kept all of her most treasured items in this box. Through the years some of the items changed but some were constant. There were some old photos, postcards from her friends and family when they traveled. There were cards from Italy and Germany and Arizona. Almost everywhere in the world, but she had never bee there herself. Then she found the small hand drawn self portraits. She was a doctor and a teacher and a scientist and a pilot. Tears sprang to her eyes and fell to her cheeks. When she drew these she was so full of hope and promise. An she was alive and she had the opportunity to do those things.

"Caroline." Klaus said softly, he was standing next to her again. She didn't look up at him. He reached out to touch her but something stopped him. He stuffed his hands in his pant pockets.

"Can you just leave me alone. Please." she said and extreme amount of sadness in her voice.

"You know Caroline. Your life isn't over. It has just begun."

"Please just stop." she sobbed.

"Think about it. You are going to live forever. You will be there for every important event in history until the end of time. You can go to all of the places that you wanted to and do everything you have dreamed of." He took the memory box from her hands and placed it on the bed.

Klaus tucked his finger under her chin and raised her face up to meet his eyes. She did not fight him.

"Italy, Paris, London, Australia… the moon." he said and chuckled. She looked into his eyes. Her tears glistened and his breath was taken from him. She swallowed hard and smiled. There was no fear of him and no disgust for him at that moment.