"How'd you know about that?" I whispered.

"I didn't. But now I do so thank you. Elena told me about Klaus and you and your mom informed me that when she arrived home from work you were chatting with someone on the phone. So I just used my superior deduction skills after that. So, how is he?"

"Fine," I said cautiously. "I can call whoever I want you know."

"Clearly. What're you doing, Caroline?"

"I though you might understand, Damon. He just crept under my skin like a parasite and never left. It's so hard to think about anything else and he's always there making sure I don't."

"Why would I understand that? I haven't thought about going gay for Klaus recently."

I shook my head. "Why are you so irritating? No, you did it, are still doing it, to Elena."

Damon grimaced and sat down next to me on my bed. He patted my foot teasingly and then clutched it as hard as he could. "Don't ever talk to him again. Do you hear me?" he demanded seriously.

"What can you do about it?"

"Lock you away."

"Elena wouldn't let you."

"I don't think she'd mind as long as she could visit you. She has an intense desire to keep Klaus out of her life. She's thought up all the plans and assisted in executing them. She wouldn't want all that hard work to go to waste," he chatted as if they were discussing the weather.

"Alright, I won't. Okay? I promise."

Damon searched in my eyes for anything that would suggest I was lying to him. He apparently didn't find what he was looking for because he said, "Fine. But if I ever catch you at it again I will take your phone, and consider locking you away."

I nodded and dismissed him from my house before flopping back down on my bed. I knew this was for the best but I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. I wasn't sure how I felt about him but it had been something new. That much I was sure of.

The hours in the day passed by at a sloth-like pace. I didn't feel like visiting Elena or Bonnie and with Klaus gone nothing truly exciting was happening. I cooked my mom dinner, not that she would come home to eat it while it was still hot, and watched reruns of Gilmore Girl. And then my phone buzzed.

Before I even looked, I knew it was Klaus. I picked my phone up and hung up on him before the buzzing drove me insane. I then proceeded to put my phone on silent so I wouldn't be tempted in any way.

The next morning I woke and checked my phone as always to see if I had any texts or messages. Sure enough, I had a message. From an unknown number.

The days turned into weeks and I still had that message plus three more slowly aging, untouched on my phone. He would call me every Friday night, just in case by some miracle, I would pick up. Elena was proud of my self restraint and Damon stayed out of my way which was all I could possibly ask for but I missed his accent and his cheeky smile. I couldn't help it and it was getting exponentially worse as every day passed by. I couldn't even picture his face in my mind perfectly. It was more of a blurry image.

It was Friday night and I knew he would call. He would leave another message for sure. It was getting nigh impossible to ignore his messages. Out of the corner of my eye, I observed my phone light up and my fingers began to tingle, just itching to slide my finger across the screen and accept the call. My stomach began to ache slightly and the pain of the desire was impossible to cope with. I just had to listen to those messages. It might stay my hand from actually speaking with him.

I pushed down on the number one on my keyboard to dial my voicemail and automatically heard his voice crackle through. The relief and release I felt was different but just as prominent as that of an orgasm. There was no other word for it.

"Caroline. What did I say? Why won't you pick up? I thought you enjoyed our last conversation. Please call."

Then it flipped to the next one.

"I've been thinking and now I get it. They won't let you talk to me. Worried you'll invite me back? I'm flattered," he chuckled. "I just really hope that you are listening to these. Otherwise there isn't much point."

And then the next.

"I can't remember the exact color of your eyes. I've been trying to paint you for awhile now, but I can never remember the color of your beautiful blue eyes. I hate this."

Then the next.

"I just want to know how you are. I realize that's too much to ask but just pretending I asked helps me a little. I'm getting desperate. I feel so weak. Caroline Forbes, what in the hell are you doing to me?"

And then the final one.

"Caroline," he whispered, his voice cracking noticeably. "I miss you." And then there were no more.

I ran out to my car and started the ignition. I drove out of Mystic Falls and all through the night all the way to Richmond. I parked in a little diner that was open 24/7 and ordered a cup of coffee. Then I dialed Klaus' number.

"Hello?"

"Richmond, Virginia, Tyrell's diner. Meet me." Then I hung up. There was no going back now. I was going to see him. Much of my life had been lived on impulse ever since I became a vampire and that wasn't changing now.

It had been no more than thirty minutes and then the door to the diner swung wide open crashing against the side of the building, and there he was, his eyes sweeping over every inch of my body.

Klaus's POV

Caroline was sitting at a booth staring out the window. She looked peaceful, almost like she was daydreaming but her hand was shaking slightly giving away her nervousness. She stared at me surprised that I had arrived so soon and then a reserved expression descended on her face.

I strolled over and stopped only inches from where she was perched on the edge of the booth.

"That's it?" I smiled. "No hello kiss?"

She brought her fingers to her temple and shook her head. "Remind me why I like you again. You drive me crazy."

"That's exactly why. I drive you crazy."

She shook her head again. "What the hell am I doing? I must be bat-shit crazy! I can't be doing this to Elena right now. She'll kill me!"

"You invited me here. You're sending me away already?"

"No, I'm not. I don't think."

"So, secret love affair? Is that what you decided on?"

She threw her hands in the air and shrieked in frustration. "No! I don't know why I asked you to come see me. It was obviously a mistake." Then she yanked her purse of the table and shoved past me to the door.

"Caroline, wait. I'm sorry," I said wrapping my hand around hers. I spun her around to look at me. "I'm being insensitive. I really did miss you."

"Really? Because you have a funny way of showing it."

"I know. But I don't do this sort of thing and I don't know what's going on. But I've had this sensation described to me countless times. Caroline, I think I'm in love with you."