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Last post for a little bit, this is just an outro, cause I think the part 3 chapter pretty much summed it all up for me but I couldn't ignore this sweet moment, of course. Plus I figured I needed some more insight to Caroline and Tyler's relationship, since it defines part of her.

Caroline rang Tyler's number when she got home. She needed to hear his voice, remembering the comfort it gave her.

"Hey, its Tyler, leave a message after the tone and I'll get back to you."

She sighed. Would he really get back to her? Really? His gravelly tones were comforting, felt like home. Correction, felt like her old life. She had heard that voice her whole life, it reminded her of home in Mystic Falls, a human life, comforting. She didn't want to let it go.

But the American accent just didn't sound right. She found herself yearning for a different accent. An English one.

She realized guiltily it was time for her to speak, and she sighed again.

"Tyler, its me. Look, I'm grateful for what your doing, but…" She shook her head slightly. What could she say? That she wanted him to come home so everything would be normal again and she could stop feeling so uncertain about her life?

"I miss you." The most base truth slipped out, and she realized that there was no way she could tell him what had been going on without completely enraging him. He needed to break his bonds, and she should be grateful and let him. The sooner he did, he'd be back. And that was all that mattered.

"And I really wish you were here." She added with honesty. She breathed for a second, realizing that this was the place where if he was leaving the message, he'd say 'I love you' in that easy way of his. But she just couldn't…

She told herself that it was because she hadn't said it to him yet, and the first time should be in person. The truth was she just couldn't get it past her lips, and she didn't know why.

Caroline pressed the end button and glanced up to her room, only to see something odd reflected in her mirror.

Klaus' black box, complete with that pristine white ribbon, sat innocently on her bedspread.

He couldn't take a hint, could he.

Was he still here?

Just in case he was still freakishly standing outside in the shadows like some wacko Phantom of the Opera, she scoffed.

"Seriously?" She said aloud, stomping over to the box and fussing around with it just to get the damn thing open. "Just give up already."

There was a scroll of parchment inside, and an accompanying scent that she recognised with a jolt in her stomach. Woods after a thunderstorm; clean, earthy, spicy. Klaus.

How did she know him just by scent?

She shook her head, unrolling the parchment, expecting it to be a ruse, either a blank piece wrapped around the bracelet, or the more vengeful option where vervain would drip out and burn her hands.

Caroline let a faint noise of disbelief drop from her lips as she saw what it really was.

It was her. It was her, from that evening, next to the horse. She studied the shading, the care that had gone into the lines and the light that seemed to glow from the page itself. His words echoed in her head. 'You're full of light'. He had caught her light on the page.

It was the most romantic thing she had ever received. And it was given to her by a monster, a beast that had tried to kill her friends and make Mystic Falls a living hell.

She read the inscription in the corner, and it made her human side ache.

Thank you for your honesty.

Caroline bit her lip, wondering if she had judged too harshly, and shook her head again. No. He was a monster, and he had played them all in the past. How would she know that he wasn't playing her now? He set up this 'new' side to him that was sweet and caring, but they all knew there was a killer underneath. He sent such pretty lines her way, and she knew that had he come to town last year before Damon had swept her away, Klaus would have been exactly the man she was looking for. Someone with an element of danger and excitement, someone who knew the precise way to compliment her and get under her skin, someone who had such passion just beneath the surface and yet such a gentlemanly manner.

If she hadn't grown as a person since then, she would have already been under his spell.

If he hadn't been such a monster.

If he hadn't made the fatal mistake of killing people she cared about and messing with their lives for his own purposes.

But he had. And she would not let him forget it. Nor would she let him in.

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