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This chapter is the morning after Klaus gave his blood to Caroline in 4x13... Hope you enjoy!

She woke up to the warmth of soft arms around her body. At first confusion washed over her. Where was she? That was when she remembered everything that happened the previous night. How he had stabbed her and then bitten her. How Tyler had taken her back to him. But most importantly, how he had saved her.

She could hear his soft breaths and the gentle rise and fall of his chest which indicated to her that he was still fast asleep beneath her. Although she knew she should immediately get up and go back home to Tyler, without a care in the world whether he wakes up, but her first instinct was to just relax and pretend to be asleep.

She gently opened her eyes and looked up at him to see him sleeping peacefully and something about that seemed to make her happy. She couldn't understand how someone as beautiful as him with such angelic features could do such evil, cruel things. When he was awake in reality, he always seemed detached from the world with his loneliness as a constant companion at him side but while he slept soundly, he seemed, finally, at peace without anger or sadness in his own small reality within his head. She briefly wondered, was he dreaming of her...? No. She couldn't allow herself to think that way. Not after all that he had done.

This led to her remembering her last conversation before she had prepared to be plunged into permanent darkness. It all seemed like a blur, as if it were a dream, but she knew it must have been real. She remembered her telling him that he was hurt. That she didn't believe him when he had said that he did the things he did because it was pure evil. She remembered saying he was in love with her. And finally telling him he was capable of saving.

Firstly, she couldn't believe that she actually said all those things but more importantly, she couldn't believe that he hadn't denied anything she had said to him. She remembered her last thoughts being shock that he had actually save her and that was when she remembered the last thought that had plagued on her mind before she fell asleep in his arms. Was he really in love with her?

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when she felt his arms tighten around her body briefly and felt him shuffle beneath her. She kept her eyes tightly shut hoping he would not realise that she was awake. His body moved underneath her's and then he felt a hand softly caress her cheek while sighing out a deep breath. She could feel her undead heart pounding in her chest (even if just metaphorically) but her heart stopped when she felt a pair of lips press against her forehead. Her head felt like it was spinning and she truly didn't know what to think.

He knew he couldn't let her wake up to this. He had to put a distance between them as he didn't trust himself to keep away from her plump, rosy lips if they were like this for any longer. It took a lot for him to move his hand away from her lower back and carefully manoeuvre out from underneath her warm body without - so he thought anyway - from waking her.

Feeling his warmth leave her body, she felt relief but yet a colossal amount of disappointment. She knew it was wrong for her to feel that way but yet, she couldn't help but think of what his lips would feel like on hers. She lay there for another few minutes, pretending to be asleep, then cautiously opening her eyes to look for him.

He was now standing in the same place as he was last night; back against the wall which his arms crossed against his chest. He looked as if he was in deep thought looking into the distance of the Gilbert kitchen. She slowly sat up and then felt his eyes suddenly becoming aware of her consciousness.

"You're awake." He paused for a moment wondering what he should say to her. Did she even remember their conversation from last night or did she simply think it was a hallucination from the effects of his venom?

"The bite has healed well, I see." She could see his eyes move from her eyes to her neck and then back up again. How was she supposed to reply?

"Just because you gave me your blood, doesn't mean I forgive you." She wanted him to know that she was hurt by his actions and he knew that she wasn't going to forgive him so easily.

"I know." That was all he could say. He watched her while she watched him and they remained that way another minute or so before she broke their eye contact and got off from the couch. She made her way to the fridge in the Gilbert kitchen and pulled out a blood bag. He saw as she hesitated and reached out for another one before she turned back around to walk towards him again.

"Here. You need blood. You haven't fed in a while." Her hand went out to offer him the blood bag and for a split second, a flash of confusion appeared on his face before once again, turning into the cold mask he had worn so well, for the majority of his thousand year existence. He took the blood bag from her feeling the soft touch of her skin as his hand brushed against hers. He wished for a day that he might be able to feel those hands against his cheek while she kissed him and held him but he knew it could not happen. Not just yet anyway.

"Thank you, love." It had been a while since he had called her any pet names but he felt it appropriate to soften the tension between them. He waited for some kind of retort towards him; to stop calling her 'love' or 'sweetheart' but not such words left her mouth.

Instead she looked into his blue eyes once more, as if she could see straight into his soul, before turning on her heals to slowly make her way towards the front door of the Gilbert house. Her legs stopped moving once he heard his voice calling her name once again.

"Caroline." He paused momentarily to see her head turn towards him.

"I'm sorry for all that I have done to you." His broke slightly on the last word but those little words were enough to make her consider wrapping her arms around him in a right embrace.

She chose against that thought so instead simply said, "Thank you Klaus for your apology."

She looked into his eyes and saw that he longed for much more than that simple sentence; he turned away from her gaze and looked down to his feet trying, with all his might, to mask any emotion that may be unwillingly being shown upon his face.

"Klaus?" His head shot up at the sound of his name.

"Yes, Caroline?" She hated the way that her name would just roll off his tongue with such ease.

"I'm sorry for your loss. He didn't deserve to die under this circumstance, nor did any of the vampires coming from his bloodline." She knew honesty was the best policy so she thought she should stick with it. And truly, she did feel sick to her stomach thinking about how many thousands of innocent vampires, coming from Kol's bloodline, had died at the hands of her friends.

She wanted to say more. To tell him it was okay to hurt. To tell him that she knew how he felt. But instead all she could do was give him a sympathetic look, that she hoped he would understand what she wanted to tell him. She didn't want to seem like she pitied him because she knew how much she had hated the pity she got, when her father had died.

He saw her look and understood what she wanted to say but couldn't. He gave her a look of knowing too before she walked away from him out of the house. The slam of the door echoed through the house long after she had gone. He hoped that what she had said to him the night before was true. That he truly was capable of being saved. But not just by anyone. Only by her.