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P.S: italics = flashback!

Chapter 3:

"No please, stop. Please." Caroline cried out for the nth time, "please stop."

The man knelt down so that his head was at a level with hers. She was chained up against an old wooden chair. The room was gloomy and small. It smelt like urine and some other stench that reminded Caroline of death. She couldn't look around due to the chain that tied her neck to the head of the chair, fixing her position so that she could only stare straight at the man who tortured her. There was one small, square window that, Caroline guessed, could only fit her head. It was located on the grey wall to her left. She thanked god it wasn't morning. Her daylight ring was mere inches away from her on the floor. If sunlight passed through to her it would add up to her agony.

The man was tall and wore a black, crisp, button up shirt with black jeans. He smelt of aftershave and hair jell. Caroline would have made fun of his hair if it weren't for her current state. His face was menacing. He held a smirk and his eyebrows were drawn together. He absolutely enjoyed her misery. In his hand he held a piece of cloth that was drenched in vervain. He was about to sting her face with it once more before catching her glancing at her daylight ring.

"Aww, you're worried you'd be stuck here till morning." He cooed mockingly. His hand brushed along her cheeks, caressing her. "Don't worry; I'll make sure the window is covered. We don't want you dying now do we? You still have a lot to tell us!"
Caroline's heart started to beat faster. They were not going to leave her till she told them about the rest of the vampires in town. They only knew of her and Tyler. The Salvatores and Elena, no. She tried glaring at him not saying another word.
The man looked at her smiling, he reminded Caroline of Logan. She hated Logan.

"Fine, if you continue to be difficult like that…" he shoved the piece of clothe onto her face.
Caroline shrieked out; she felt the vervain seep into her eyes and nose. It was pure, white, hot pain. Suddenly she wished she could just die then and there. She wished it was morning so that the sun could reach her and burn her to oblivion.

Klaus looked around the Bennet household. The entire place was wrecked. The soft yellow curtains were hanging loosely, the chairs and couches were broken and torn. Small pieces of Lampposts and flowers pots were scattered on the floor, making the pretty brown carpets with beautiful embroidery soggy with soil and water. The place was quite not a single creature was found. Klaus saw red from anger. He was furious. He left Caroline, Bonnie, Mrs. Lockwood and Sheriff Forbes to deal with the Salvatores.

"Tyler?"
"Not exactly." Klaus smiled back at Stefan.
Klaus was at the Gilbert's house. He figured, by the empty looks of the Salvatore boarding house, that the brothers were probably with Elena. He heard Damon and Elena talking inside. He was still at the doorway and wasn't holding his breath for an invitation. He knew very well that neither Elena nor Stefan nor Damon will invite him in.
Stefan's brows furrowed. A crazy idea struck his mind. He noticed Klaus's stance and facial expressions possess Tyler's form. It was Klaus. Stefan's eyes widened. It wasn't possible, yet it was. Klaus smirked, "Well Stefan I would love to chat but I need to have a few words with your brother."
"Damon…" Stefan whispered. His brother was beside him in a flash.
"Hey there mutt junior. Now is not the time." Damon said eyes rolling. He was about to slam the door when Klaus spoke,
"I believe you know where my body is."
The accent was unavoidable.
"Klaus, but Tyler… what the-"
"guys, is everything alright?" Elena asked from the living room.
"Elena stay inside." Stefan called back.
After hearing the doppelganger's voice, Klaus was reminded of her blood's ability. He made a mental note to collect her before leaving Mystic Falls. Klaus stared back at the dumbstruck Salvatore brothers. Their expressions were very comedic he had to admit.
"What the hell do you want?" Damon bluntly asked.
"I want my body back."
"Sorry, can't help you there." Damon slammed the door.
Klaus stood for a while staring at the mahogany door. He raised his eyebrows simply amused. He looked around, finally catching sight of a rather small stone. He picked it up and thrust it lightly at the door. It blew up into smaller pieces.
"Not again…" he heard Damon mutter. Klaus smiled as he remembered the attempts he made to enter the Gilbert house before.
"I think you'd probably want to let me in, this time." Klaus yelled.
Suddenly a picture frame was thrust back at him. He dodged it, easily.
"No need to be difficult. If I return to my own body you would have Tyler back." Klaus yelled, "isn't that what you want Elena? Your childhood friend to return?"
He couldn't see anyone. All he saw was the kitchen, empty. However, he knew very well the doppelganger was rethinking everything.

"Damon…"
"No"
"please, Tyler's my friend."
Klaus rolled his eyes, this was taking more of his time than he thought.
"Absolutely not. Mutt junior can find another way to come back. I will not help mutt senior. Nope. Not in this lifetime."
A few minutes passed before Damon walked into Klaus's vision.
"Fine. Your corpse is still at the warehouse outside Mystic Falls. So leave. Go. Bye. We sure won't be missing you here." Damon smirked.
"Which room."
"666."
Klaus smirked and turned on his heels. He headed back to Bonnie's house.

Black spots started to appear in Caroline's vision. The pain drained her of energy. She couldn't even keep her eyes open.
"Tom, anything new?" she heard another officer ask the man who tortured her.
"She's being stubborn."
"What do we do now?"
Caroline looked up at Tom after he didn't reply.
"Easy." He said with a menacing smile. Fear rippled through her. "We kill her."
"Are you-" the officer hesitated.
"Yes, I am sure. Give me the freaking stake."
The other officer reluctantly handed the wooden weapon over to Tom.

Caroline tried to struggle against the chains. She tried to scream, to scratch, to bite, to do anything, but she felt too weak. It was like she was in a dream where everything felt slow. She couldn't control her limbs one bit. A few tears escaped, soaking her already wet cheeks. She gave up; she just couldn't fight.

Suddenly all hell broke loose. She could hear shouts and snarls. She could hear and feel the room shake. But the sounds were distant as if it were happening in a faraway place. She tried to open her eyes for the last time. She saw Tyler in his true form, with fangs and piercing yellow eyes. She mumbled something before finally allowing the dark to take over.

Klaus held the unconscious Caroline in his arms, trying to process what she whispered before fainting. She whispered his name. Not Tyler's even thought that was what she saw, but Klaus's. She whispered Klaus's name.

He broke into the prison cell after hearing Caroline's screams from outside the police department. They had a secret entrance to a vampire torture room. He was impressed with the Town's determination to rid the place of supernatural beings. With one push of the iron barred door, he was able to break into the cell. He first set eyes on Caroline, weak and distraught. He was furious before, now he was downright outraged. He revealed his fangs and werewolf eyes, thankful that Tyler was a hybrid.

"What are you?" one of the two men near Caroline whimpered at the sight of Klaus.
Klaus walked slowly to the two officers, savoring the look of pure terror on their faces.
"I'm your worst nightmare." Klaus snarled, before sinking his teeth into the man in charge.

"Caroline. Caroline, your safe. Wake up."
Caroline struggled in her sleep, "No, please daddy. Please don't."
she felt someone shake her shoulders gently. She opened her heavy eyes, giving a last whimper.
She looked up at whoever shook her awake, Tyler… well, Klaus.
She tried to stand up but couldn't even move. Pain shot through her neck paralyzing her spine. Her arms and legs felt limp and useless. Her face burned. She was absolutely damaged. Not only did the man torture her with vervain, but he also made sure she stayed put by driving a few wooden poles through her. The pain and the chains prevented her from moving at all.

"Caroline." Klaus whispered caressing her cheek, "My apologies, I can't give you blood to heal. Tyler's blood won't do you any good."
She gave him a confused look. He looked genuinely concerned and probably a bit angry that he couldn't do anything for her.
She tried to sit up, waiting for her supernatural immunity to alleviate the horrible pain. After a while she was able to sit up straight, with the help of Klaus, of course. Caroline looked around trying to relax her neck from the stiff position she held for hours.

Her eyes stopped at the bodies. They looked so pale, not a single drop of blood was in sight. The worst about them were their expressions. Terror, absolute fright. The eyes were so wide it was surprising they didn't fall out their sockets. Caroline gulped she instantly felt guilty even though she knew very well it was Klaus's doing. They were innocent. Even the guy who looked like Logan. They were simply brainwashed to think all vampires were bad. They were simply protecting the town. She looked at Klaus. He was watching her react to what she saw. He saw the guilt in her eyes and felt admiration. She really did value human life. Klaus found that adorable, but soon she'll realize they really don't matter. There were 7 billion people in the world. A few dead humans won't cause a crisis. Klaus fought back a smirk. If anything vampires helped keep the overpopulation problem at bay.

Meanwhile Caroline was regarding him with confusion.
Why did he even bother saving her? After all the crap she gave him, he was still acting like he cared for her. Why did he even waste his time with them? He could have just looked for another witch to help him get back to his own body.
She gasped.
"Bonnie!"
Klaus cocked his head to the side. "I can hear them. They're at the end of the corridor."
Caroline tried to get up but failed, still feeling weak. She needed blood. Desperately. A hand reached out to her. She gingerly took it.
She wobbled almost falling back to the floor, if it weren't for Klaus grabbing her by the waist. Suddenly Caroline felt the air become thick. She looked into Tyler's eyes. Her heart started to flutter, as if she were seeing Tyler himself. Desperate to see a bit of Tyler in him she held the gaze feeling electric. She couldn't stop thinking about his hands at her waist and how she seemed to overly notice them there.
No. it wasn't Tyler. The look she saw was the same one Klaus gave her at the decade dance before he left.
Small town boy, small town life… it won't be enough for you.
Despite herself, she suddenly felt like she wouldn't mind staring into Klaus's actual eyes. Blue and green, like coral in the ocean. She also felt like she wouldn't mind his actual hands at her waist. She would have liked to lean in to smell Klaus's expensive perfume. The exact smell she picked off, dancing with him a couple of times… he was a good dancer.

Caroline backed away too quickly, as if she got burnt by the contact with Klaus. For a while he couldn't stop staring at her, and then he remembered himself and looked down. He still felt the tension in the atmosphere.
"One day, Caroline." He looked at her rejection clear in his eyes. He walked past her, leaving her alone in the disgusting prison cell.
Caroline watched him leave, confused. She massaged her temple and exhaled loudly. She didn't even realize she was holding her breath all along.

Oh well, she thought, better get going.
She walked out following Klaus, hoping she wasn't too late to save Mrs. Lockwood, her mom and Bonnie.

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