Caroline wasn't pleased to be woken up in the middle of the night with aroused feelings. She growled to herself, cursing this damn connection her and Klaus had, she hardly wanted any part of his...intimate dreams, even if they were about her. Caroline swung her legs over the side of the bed, sliding on her slippers and pulling on a knitted cardigan. Caroline walked down the steps of her staircase and stopped at the door, exchanging her pink fluffy slippers for uggs and walking out the door with her keys in hand.

He needed to stop doing this, specifically on school nights. Caroline drove over to the boarding house, passing Damon and Stefan on her way in - she hadn't bothered to knock. She goes downstairs to see Klaus curled up in the corner, nice and snug in his own little world. Even in his sleep he smirked, Caroline noted.

His eyes popped open, the smirk growing broader, "What do I owe the honor for a night visit, Caroline?" He asks, as if he doesn't already know.

Caroline picks him up, wincing when their skin makes contact, she resists the urge to start just.. touching him.

"I'm sure you know exactly why." She says, he's standing now, but she notes that he has steel cuffs entrapping his wrists and ankles, keeping him in place.

Klaus strolls around her, the best he can with those pesky chains entrapping his wrists, she's getting annoyed with the jingling. Frustrated, she goes to the door and locks them both in, texting Damon that she'll text him when she wants out. Caroline goes over to Klaus then, ripping off his chains with one jerk, doing the same with his ankles.

"Much better." Klaus says, rubbing his wrists with a delighted glint in his eyes, "Sorry that my dreams seem to have.. came along your route."

Caroline jabs a finger into his chest, "Stop dreaming about me, okay? It's a school night, I need some sleep."

"Who said it was about you?"

Ouch.

Caroline feels her heart clench.

"You know that this link is a two way street right?" Klaus asks her, smiling at the fact he got Caroline Forbes to feel jealous.

"Shut up, in case you couldn't tell. We're in charge here." Caroline twirls her finger in the air, pointing in Damon and Stefan's direction, "So the cocky attitude has to go. You need to let Bonnie break the stupid bond or whatever so then they can kill you. Sorry to be so bluntly obvious, but you aren't making out of here alive."

Klaus tilts his head to the side, "Well then that makes two of us."

Caroline stares at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Bonnie is not going to let go of Abby now, because she knows I'll kill Abby. Love, if I go down, you go down." His breath is hot by her ear, "This connects us more than before." His arm snatches around her waist, her breath caught in her throat, he pulls her so close that their hips grind against each other.

Caroline is trying to keep up her tough exterior, but she's so afraid of breaking down, "Klaus-" She begins, but it comes out more as a whimper.

His grip is tighter, burning against her, she lets out a yelp, "We don't have much time." He says softly, "If you want to live, I suggest you help me."

She's remembering her words to Klaus, "They know that I'll die for them, no matter the cost."

"I'll be fine." Caroline chokes out, her voice shaking the slightest bit, she shoves him away from her, "It's you that should be worrying."

She backs away from him, afraid that if he comes any closer than he already has that she'll lose every train of logical thought she had before.

"Damon!" She calls, her voice still shaking, he appears at the door, a smirk on his face.

"Should I be getting used to late night visits?" Damon asks, unlatching the door.

Caroline turns to give Klaus a look, "I certainly hope not."

Damon raises a eyebrow at Klaus, he just shrugs and sits down in the chair, his arms folded across his chest.

Caroline went back home and went back to sleep. But her dreams were plagued with Klaus, she felt freaked out. She knew that Klaus could feel what she was feeling in these dreams...

The intimacy was scary, even to her, in these dreams. In the dreams Caroline was having, she didn't have any defenses up against Klaus, she didn't worry about how long their embrace would last, or if she'd ever get over her past. This was floating Caroline, that Caroline never wanted to leave.

After having another disturbing dream (not really disturbing, but somewhat unwelcome in Caroline's rational mind), she made a rash decision. So, time to move on.

Who else was better to move on to?

She had two choices: Tyler Lockwood.. or.. Stefan Salvatore.

Caroline knew she was being stupid when she texted Stefan to come over. She knew she was, but she couldn't help the sense of intrigue that entrapped her when she thought of it. The idea of doing something so forbidden, that could easily hurt everybody. It made her feel like the vampire she never could become.

Cold, heartless, souless.

Stefan came over, a grin set between his lips when Caroline opened the door.

Almost in a few minutes, he was pressing her against the wall, kissing madly. His hot kisses trailing down her throat. Caroline brought his lips back to hers, his tongue devouring her as he gripped her hips and pulled her up against him.

It felt so forbidden, she liked it.

Caroline didn't worry about Elena, she didn't worry about anyone else except for herself.

Just for this once. She thought.

She was kissing him back with the same intensity, pressing him against the wall despite him being the older vampire. A chuckle escaped his lips and she grinned.

They were on her couch then, her shirt was off and she eagerly tore his off also, throwing it to the side. She barely had time to marvel in the sight of him before he kissed her again.

Kissing him was different from kissing Klaus.

When she kissed Klaus, she felt something twist in her, something rebellious and exotic.

Kissing Stefan was a whole other thing, kissing him was out of this world. You could compare kissing him to something forbidden like licking a pole on a icy winter day. His lips were hot and rough against hers, she felt herself enjoying it, the term 'friends with benefits' crossed her mind, and she didn't banish the thought.

Caroline was hastily putting her clothes back on as Stefan lounged on her couch, the sun was already setting and her phone was chiming with multiple texts, mainly from Elena. She felt guilt wash over her quickly, so quickly she had to swallow back bile that was building up in her throat.

"I didn't expect that." Stefan says with a grin from behind her.

Caroline gives him a cheeky grin, "I can understand why."

The door explodes off it's hinges, a angry Klaus is standing in the doorway, Caroline should have felt him coming - but she couldn't over the flood of emotions she was having while - err.. you know. Now she could feel his anger, jealousy, and hurt like a hurricane, he goes over to Stefan and snaps his neck, then he stops in front of Caroline.

"Was this to smite me?" He questions, taking his usually gentle hands and jerking her chin up to look at him, "Tell me!" he snarls when she tries to look away.

Caroline wants to shove him off, tell him off, so she does, "What if I did!" She shouts, "You told me to become a monster, and look what I did! I did exactly what you told me to do." She growls.

Klaus grabs her and kisses her so violently that he nicks the bottom of her lip, she can taste her own metallic blood.

"You were a monster before." He growls against her lips, ripping off her shirt, not caring as the fabric falls to the ground, torn and battered.

Caroline whimpers, trying to pull away from him, but his lips are like a spell, and her lips don't stray from his.

"Stop." She grumbles.

"I don't think you want me to." He says, his arm snatches her waist and her breath hitches, a soft noise coming from her.

Naggy Caroline wins over lust filled Caroline and she shoves him away, wiping her blood off her lips, "Funny, I thought we were done with that whole thing."

"I don't think we ever finished." Klaus instead says, a grin on his face as he licks his lips, holding traces of Caroline's blood.

Caroline goes upstairs to her room, grabbing a new shirt and putting it on, she goes downstairs to see Klaus has invaded her Mother's liquor cabinet and is now sitting on the couch, his feet resting on Stefan's back.

She glares at him, "You can leave, go back to your little chamber. While you're at it, why don't you just get the hell out of Mystic Falls?"

Klaus looks at her, raising his glass, "I doubt you'd want me to leave. Then they'd just kill you."

Caroline feels her heart clench, and she knows that Klaus can feel it too. Caroline knows that her time in the world is growing shorter each day, but she doesn't admit it to herself - or anyone else.

"I'm sorry about your father." Klaus says, swirling the liquid in his glass, "Quite unfortunate."

"You know nothing." Caroline immediately says, feeling the need to stand her ground.

"I know far too much about losing family." Klaus says with a dream sigh, taking a drink, "I've lost so much."

Caroline doesn't want this, she doesn't want to feel bad for him, but she goes over and sits beside him, "That makes two of us." She says with a dry smile.

"Feisty Forbes to sympathetic Caroline, not exactly sure which one I like better."

Caroline looks down at her lap, "They're going to kill me."

"Yes."

"They'll find a white ash stake, and they'll stab me with it, because they know that I'll die for them." Caroline staggers on the last part, she feels sick.

"Will you?" Klaus questions taking the last drink.

"I don't know anymore."

"What changed your mind?" He asks, despite the fact he already knows the answer.

Caroline looks down again, she doesn't want him to know it's because of him, he pranced along into her life. Leaving her romantic drawings and being relatively human, he was the closest thing she had to someone that understood her. He was loyal to his family and she was loyal to her friends, they were both tied into a situation they didn't initially put themselves in.

Klaus had this scary thing of understanding her, reading her thoughts despite the fact she hadn't spoken a word.

"Are you scared?" He asks softly.

Caroline closes her eyes, "Terrified." She whispers when a tear leaks down her cheek.

She can feel his heart break for her.

Caroline intertwines their hands, leaning into him, "I don't think I can."

"You shouldn't be asked to die." Klaus whispers, "But whatever you decide, I'll be fine with."

Stefan moves a bit, when Caroline opens her eyes, Klaus is gone and a kiss lingers on her cheek.

She wipes the tears off and helps Stefan up.

Caroline allowed herself to cry that night, she let all of her frustrations out - putting a nice hole in the wall she'd have to compel to get fixed. She screamed and broke lamps, she was happy that she sent her Mother to her Grandma's house for a while. Alaric had killed her father, and now she was alone.

"Fuck this!" Caroline shouts, before flinging a lamp at the wall.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Fuck Mystic Falls and all of these insane people in it.

Fuck everyone that wanted her to die so their precious Elena could be happy.

Well, at least now she knew how Bonnie felt when Abby was turned.

Bonnie. If Caroline was going to live through this, she was going to live through this for Bonnie. But she couldn't dwell on Bonnie right now, all she could think about was her Dad, her own death.

Caroline Forbes did not want to die, she wanted to live her immortal life, she had barely had enough time to do everything she wanted. A quick trip to Paris was hardly a life-fulfilling moment, she had so much time, yet she was running out so quickly. Her life felt like a ticking time bomb, except she didn't explode.

No.

She burst into millions of flames and died, turning her skin a sickly gray and her face stone.

Turning the undead to dead is a frightening process.

"I don't want to die." Caroline says after she's done breaking every lamp the omits a small bit of light in her house, falling against the side of her bed, sitting on the floor, glass is scattered around her.

Her phone chimes.

She breaks it.

"You've made quite a mess." Klaus says, she expects him, because he's always there when she most needs him.

Caroline gives him a weak smile, "Yeah."

He sits down beside her, brushing a few pieces of glass aside, "Feel any better?"

Caroline looks down, and she feels his emotions wash over him.

Longing, lust, pity, love. She feels her heart do a uncomfortable flip at the last one.

"Tad bit."