Never like uploading Part 1 without the accompanying Part 2 (or occasionally Part 3)...So here is the second and also last chapter for this episode. Enjoy! Last upload for a while.

Also thank you to the two reviewers and the favoriters :)

Caroline was hallucinating. She could hear them at the door. The Big Bad himself had come to call, wanting to save her. In her delusion, she thought of him as the Big Bad Wolf from all those years ago when her dad had read her bedtime stories.

Only Caroline was the one stuck in the house in the woods, stuck in bed. And Tyler was the bad one here, he had bitten her. Matt said it was Klaus' fault, but she had to feel like Tyler did play a part in it as well. A sire bond was a sire bond, not compulsion. If he had been religious and the higher being that he prayed to had asked him to bite her, it would have been the same. You could say no, if you were strong enough, if you felt strongly against it, right? So why had he done it so easily? After all those words…

Caroline opened her eyes as Klaus walked in to stand at her door, and she was reminded of the Big Wolf again.

"Are you going to kill me?" She asked in a small voice. Just because he hadn't this morning didn't mean he never would.

Klaus scoffed. "On your birthday? Do you really think that low of me?"

He had a problem with how she thought of him, clearly. It was the second time he'd mentioned it today. Weak as she was, she couldn't help but still feel angry with him for his actions putting her there, and she decided to hit him where it hurt.

"Yes." She frowned.

Klaus looked darkly at her, and drew a few steps closer to the bed. It was the same look from before, and she didn't feel frightened, she was drawn in again. He lifted up a hand to draw back the blanket covering her wound, and she panted slightly, her elevated heartbeat pushing the werewolf toxins further into her body painfully.

Klaus couldn't help but let out a breath at the sight. "Oh, it looks bad. My apologies, you're what's known as collateral damage, its nothing personal."

Caroline looked up at him with doubt and pain in her eyes. Bullshit.

Klaus met her gaze and looked away, filled with a wave of some new emotion. Shame? He glanced at the girlish bracelet on her wrist and flicked a charm gently, looking at the cards adorning the bedside table.

"I love birthdays." He admitted softly.

"Yeah, are you like…a billion, or something?" Caroline jabbed at him, jealous of all his time. She had just started this life and he had so many years, so much more time than she. So much more of the world.

Klaus seemed amused. "You have to adjust your perception of time when you become a vampire, Caroline. Celebrate the fact that you are no longer bound by trivial human conventions. You're free." He said, forgetting her situation in the attempt to convince her of her new life being the better one.

"No. I'm dying." She looked up at him imploringly, and it drew him closer to her. He sat on the bed, wondering how to tell her what he wished to say. How should he phrase such an odd thing?

"I could let you die, if that's what you want." He said, recalling their discussion as she had tried to feel the sun. "If you really believe that your existence has no meaning. I've thought about it myself, once or twice over the centuries, truth be told." He smiled slightly, hoping she would ignore his personal slip as he leaned in closer to murmur to her. "But I'll let you in on a little secret. There's a whole world out there, waiting for you. Great cities, and art, and music." He touched her bracelet again, knowing that it was time for her to let go, to see the world and put away childish things. "Genuine beauty." He said, looking at her with her imperfection and knowing that she was more of a genuine beauty than all of the priceless art and wonders that he had seen. "And you can have all of it. You can have a thousand more birthdays. All you have to do," His eyes caught hers. "is ask."

Caroline was entranced by his speech, and realized that he had come not to save her, but to ask to save her, for her acceptance. She sucked in a breath, blinking furiously, not wanting to cry or be weak.

"I don't wanna die." She admitted, too proud to ask.

Klaus read her correctly, and pulled up his sleeve. His hand curled around her neck and he lifted her up into his arms, causing her to gasp. She was almost pressed to his chest, could hear his heartbeat. He was more human than she had thought.

"There you go, sweetheart. Have at it." He encouraged, offering her his wrist. She was shocked by the intimacy of it all. He was giving her his blood, but he was also making himself vulnerable. Caroline would be the one to wound him, but he offered himself to her. She couldn't help but wonder what his true intentions were.

Nevertheless, she bit him, the vampire side of her reveling in the taste of his blood, much more potent than she had imagined. He breathed out at the foreign feeling, his warm breath ghosting along the top of her head.

"Happy Birthday, Caroline." He murmured against her brow, and it was so sweet that she didn't know what to think.

She released his wrist, squeezing her eyes shut.

A moment passed, a moment in which Klaus suddenly felt so vulnerable that he couldn't bear the silence in which she was paused so still.

"Caroline," He murmured, and she let her red eyes open to meet his blue ones. His breath caught at the sight. He had been foolish, still not fully believing she really was a vampire, a monster similar to him, and she really wasn't still. For the darker side to her wasn't dark at all. She glowed in the lightest possible way.

Klaus gently lay her back down on the bed, and she let out a sigh, wiping her mouth where his blood had lingered.

He looked at her wound. It was healing already. He knew it would work, but he was still grateful, still oddly relieved. He didn't like caring that much about a girl he barely knew. He didn't even know why he had come to save her like a prince in a fairytale. He was the villain, the monster in the dark, the thing that stalked through the night, and he was perfectly happy in that role. But her light drew him closer to her, and seeing it today gave him a very real sense of what would happen if it was extinguished. And that would be a waste. And he could feel comfortable with the idea that his actions were due to saving something that would be useful to him, rather than someone who was becoming a fixture in his mind.

They looked at each other again, and were at a loss for what to say next. Klaus never was one to linger in any scenario, and he stood, breaking away from her now summer blue gaze.

He turned to go and felt something catch his fingers slightly. He looked back and realized that she had reached out to grab his hand, but had drawn back. They stared at each other, a moment in which Caroline drew breath to say something and let it out again. He was about to just let it all slide and leave when she breathed in again.

"Thank you." She said in a soft, quiet voice, and he noticed how it took her effort to say it.

He said nothing in response, merely looking at her with a small smile tugging at his lips before he turned and left.