This is a continuation of the Wolf drabble, as requested by JuseaPeterson and helimoen.

This is the last part, I'm putting my foot down! :P

Part III of III

Caroline eyed him as he sat down in the booth across from her, pushing her drink across the table. She threw back the liquor, downing half the glass of unsurprisingly good scotch in one go.

Klaus raised an eyebrow. "Nervous, love?" he teased, smirking at her as he lifted his own glass to his lips.

"No, just waiting for you to get on with it," she replied quickly, her cheeks reddening slightly at his perceptiveness. "I'm a busy college student, remember? I have tests to study for, essays to write."

"Ah, yes, your obsession with living a 'normal' human life," he drawled, clearly unenthused.

Caroline rolled her eyes. "It's not an 'obsession' to want to be normal," she scoffed, grip tightening around the glass. "It's… normal!"

"But you're not normal, Caroline. You're extraordinary," he told her with all sincerity, looking her straight in the eyes.

She found herself unable to hold his gaze, dropping her eyes down to the table as she blushed hard. She had to get them back on track or else she was going to end up doing or saying something she would probably regret. Or worse, something she wouldn't.

The blonde cleared her throat, glancing back up at him tentatively. "Um, thanks. Anyway, I believe you were going to tell me why you're here?" she continued, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice.

Klaus sighed before answering. "I was coming to bring you something, actually," he admitted, looking at her intently as he waited for her response.

She narrowed her eyes at the hybrid. "And what about your promise to stay away?"

"I promised to leave Mystic Falls. I believe your campus is outside town limits," he said, a small grin forming on his lips.

"But- but that's cheating!" Caroline stuttered, looking at him in shock.

Chuckling, Klaus finished off his drink. "And when have you known me to ever play by the rules, sweetheart?" he asked, grin never wavering.

She stared at him, speechless. She shouldn't be surprised, this was Klaus. She should be surprised he hadn't shown up sooner, honestly. Though Caroline did begrudgingly have to admit that he technically hadn't broken his promise; verybegrudgingly.

"Fine, you're off the hook. For now," she conceded, crossing her arms across her chest. "But I'd still like to know why you were running around campus as a wolf. Besides to give me a heart attack," she added, glaring at him.

"It's easier to track your scent as a wolf," he said, as if that explained everything. "Plus it seemed like a lovely night for a run."

"Uh huh," she muttered, eyeing him suspiciously. "You still haven't told me why you're here. What did you want to give me?" she asked, sitting forward in curiosity as she watched him pull something from his bag.

Klaus handed her the rolled up parchment in silence, watching her intently as she slowly unrolled it, looking up at him in question as she did. He gave her a reassuring smile which she timidly returned before looking down at the paper.

She gasped as she took in the drawing before her. It was her, but that part didn't surprise her. What shocked her, as was becoming the norm when it came to his drawings of her, was how beautiful he had made her look.

Her hair was spread around her head as she lay on the ground, forming a halo. She could tell she was supposed to be nude in the picture, though it cut off at the top of her breasts, thankfully. Caroline's face went red as she realized what this was a sketch of; their time in the woods. Was this really what she had looked like, how he saw her? She looked so serene and… happy.

Looking back, if she was to be honest with herself, she had to admit that she had been happy that day with him, and not just because of the way he had made her body feel. No, that peaceful smile in the drawing was because of how he made her heart feel. Like she was the only thing that mattered, like he would do anything for her, make her any ridiculous promise she asked him to, like he would put her first.

The realization made her feel warm all over. She had known all along, deep down inside, but she had refused to admit it to herself. And why? Because of her friends? Because of the blood on his hands? Her hands weren't exactly clean, she could admit that now. She was more like him than she had allowed herself to acknowledge; they all were.

And maybe when she was finished living her "normal human life," she would go find him, fulfill the words he had said to her what seemed like a lifetime ago, and show up at his door, ready for him to show her the world as only he could. And she wouldn't feel bad about it.

Caroline slowly raised her eyes to meet his, noting the worry clear in their blue depths. "It's beautiful," she breathed, smiling softly at the sigh of relief he released.

"I'm glad you like it, Caroline," he said genuinely, reaching a hesitant hand out to place on top of hers, running his thumb along her hand.

She shivered at his touch, her mind screaming at her to pull away before another repeat of the day in the sketch happened, while her heart reveled in the sensations he caused. In the end, she settled for enjoying the moment a little longer while assuring herself she wouldn't be losing anymore shirts to him. At least not anytime soon, anyway.

Clearing her throat, she broke the silence, her curiosity getting the better of her. "But why are you giving this to me now?" she questioned, glancing down at the sketch again before looking back at him for an answer. "I mean, you could have just mailed it."

The hybrid smiled at her, his thumb continuing to trace idle paths along the back of her hand. "I thought your birthday gift deserved to be hand delivered."

Caroline looked at him in surprise. "Birthday? But my birthday isn't until-"

"Tomorrow," he said, cutting her off. His smirk widened as she blinked in surprise. "Don't tell me you forgot, love?"

She gave a small laugh, shaking her head. "Wow. I guess I did," she realized. And apparently so had everyone else, from the lack of mention from her friends. Everyone except Klaus, that is. "Thank you for remembering," she said genuinely, gently placing the drawing on the table, being sure to avoid any wet spots, and covering his hand with hers.

Klaus looked at her in surprise before he merely nodded. "You're welcome, sweetheart," he smiled, staring into her eyes.

Caroline was roused from her daze when her phone beeped. She gave Klaus an apologetic smile before removing her hand and pulling the offending device from her pocket. It was a text from Elena, wondering where she was.

She sighed in annoyance, rolling her eyes. "Sorry, Elena is expecting me," she said apologetically when she saw the question in his eyes.

"Well, we shouldn't keep her highness waiting," he said, rising from the booth and stepping towards her, offering his hand.

She shook her head, knowing she should defend her friend, but right now she couldn't bring herself to care about Elena. All she could focus on was the way she felt when she placed her hand once more in Klaus', not removing it after she had exited the booth, and leading him back outside, the drawing tucked carefully in her coat.

"Maybe next time you can just call ahead instead of tracking me down as a wolf," she said idly as they headed back to campus.

Klaus looked at her, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "Does that mean you'd like there to be a next time?" he questioned, holding his breath as he waited for her answer.

The blonde smiled as she turned her head to look at him. "Mmm, I guess that would be alright," she admitted. "As long as it's not in Mystic Falls, of course," she added, giving him a wide grin.

"Of course," he chuckled, returning her grin as he looked down at where their hands were still joined.