A/N: Teheheh here u guys go ;) …but only because a good chunk of this was already sitting in my documents…so the chapter was already 1/3 written…and because I got SO many lovely reviews on that last chapter…btw…Klaus and Caroline slept a good part of the morning away…then there was the whole chat with elijah and the cleaning and shower…then Caroline was at Bonnie's for a bit of time…so its late afternoon/ the evening? I'm trying to move through time faster than I was earlier…because it was like 2 days and 40,000 words…hahah
"Damon?"
Klaus was getting tired of waiting around for Caroline to let him know about the plan. He was getting impatient—he also didn't like how long it had been and that he hadn't heard back from her. Especially with Silas on the loose and it getting dark out.
She did say she would head back to her house after Bonnie's—maybe he should go check.
"What are you doing here Damon?" Caroline huffed out in irritation. She relaxed her alert posture because it was just Damon. "Don't you know how to knock?"
Damon didn't answer her, he just walked towards her slowly.
"Damon?" she asked hesitantly, what was he doing.
"I want the cure," he said simply, darkly.
"Damon, Elena isn't getting the cure—she doesn't even want it," Caroline said rolling her eyes. What was up with the dark look? What was he trying to intimidate her into handing it over?
She went to stand up but the moment she did his hands locked around her wrists and he shoved her back onto the bed.
"Damon what the hell? I get that you're mad about Elena—but cut it out," Caroline said forcefully, fear creeping up her spine. Something felt off, this felt all too familiar.
Klaus has been about to knock on Caroline's front door when he froze. He heard Caroline struggling, and protesting from inside. Immediately he was through the door and flashed to the source of the noise in Caroline's bedroom.
"I'm not a human anymore, you have Elena, just stop, Damon stop—get off!" Caroline protested, her attempts to shake him becoming more and more feeble as she realized he was too strong for her.
She let out a whimper as Damon pinned her down on the bed telling her to shut up.
Suddenly the door flew open and Klaus stood there looking ready to attack, but the moment the door flew open Damon vanished.
She sat up and looked around frantically. Had he not actually been there? She wasn't asleep, this wasn't a dream.
She let out a sob and her hand flew to her mouth to cover it. It had to be Silas. How did he know about what Damon had done to her? How did he make it so real?
She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them tightly burying her face in her knees.
Klaus was beyond confused, he had heard Caroline struggling and telling Damon to stop, but she was sitting here alone.
He approached the bed cautiously and sat down on the edge beside her.
He reached out a hand to touch her but she flinched away.
"Caroline?" he said softly, cautiously, "sweetheart what happened?"
She didn't respond, she merely hugged her legs tighter to her and let out a small whimper.
"What did Damon do to you?" he growled lowly—she was trembling, curled in on herself. What had that despicable, vile Salvatore done to her?
"It was Silas," she whispered into her knees, "he was in my head—he was reenacting a memory to get me to give him the cure."
"Caroline," he whispered reaching forward again, her hair was like a curtain around her face—shielding it. He pushed some of the curls behind her ear so he could look at her.
She peeked up at him. Would it be so horrible to finally tell someone what Damon had done to her? She had kept it to herself for so long. No one knew, not even Stefan.
"I was stupid," she whispered "I was a stupid human."
"Caroline, you are anything but stupid—you are bright and intelligent and so full of light," Klaus said cutting her off—how could she think so poorly of herself?
"No," she insisted firmly, "I was stupid, I was insecure, shallow, neurotic—I was a bitch," she said quietly as she looked at her blanket beneath her to avoid his gaze. "I craved attention—I was always in Elena's shadow."
"Sweetheart—" Klaus tried again, scooting closer to her on the bed, like he had on the night he had saved her life.
"No—I want to finish. I want to tell someone," she said firmly again and then let out a bitter laugh. "How ironic is it that the big bad hybrid who everyone has been trying to get rid of, is the only one who actually cares about what Damon did to me?"
Klaus ignored the jab. He desperately wanted to know what Damon had done to her. He watched as she hugged her knees tighter, if that were even possible, because she was curled up so tightly.
"Elena always got the guy. And Stefan came to town, and he flat out rejected me—he went straight for Elena. And so I was drunk, I was with Bonnie, and I got really drunk—and then there was this guy." She paused looking up to meet his eyes. They were so full of concern that she had to take a moment to catch her breath. No one had ever cared enough to ask, no one had ever cared enough to listen. But Klaus did, for some reason he cared about her.
"An attractive guy who looked interested in me. So I jumped at the opportunity," she continued glancing away briefly so that she would be able to continue without bursting into tears. "And I—I woke up the next morning covered in my own blood."
Her voice started to tremble, "I tried—I tried so hard to be quiet, to tiptoe out of the room. But I never stood a chance. A one hundred something year old vampire versus a seventeen year old human girl? He caught me before I even got to the door."
"I tried to fight him off, I—" she laughed bitterly again, "I hit him with my lamp." She glanced at the lamp that sat on her bedside table, the one she had bought to replace it before her mother noticed it missing. "He threw me around like a ragdoll, he threw me on the bed—I just remember saying no over and over," she said softly as she met his gaze briefly and then looked to the side.
She trailed off as if in a memory. Had Damon raped her? Klaus was horrified, he was enraged and for a moment he saw red—he felt his eyes turn golden in his anger. Klaus would either kill him, or sentence him to an eternity of torment like Katarina had been. He took a slow deep breath to calm himself, and felt his eyes return to normal. Caroline was still glancing off to the side, deep in thought. She abruptly turned her head back to look at him, snapping herself out of her daze.
"After that, I really didn't know what was going on most of the time. He was compelling me at every turn. To shut up, to lie still and stop screaming. I always had a scarf permanently on my neck—I couldn't take it off, and I didn't know why," Caroline rambled, as it just started spilling out. "And then he started using me to do his bidding. He let me know and remember that he was a vampire but the compulsion was messing with my head. I knew he was going to kill me, he told me so over and over."
She looked up to meet Klaus's eyes. There was concern there, and sorrow—but not pity—and that almost made her want to smile. He didn't pity her, he was concerned. She felt her eyes start to water, she had been avoiding looking into his eyes as she finally told him because she knew that she would just break down.
"And he became friends with my mom. What kind of monster becomes friends with the mother of the girl they are raping on a regular basis?" she whispered as the tears started to fall. She couldn't hold them back anymore.
"Sweetheart why didn't u tell anyone?" he asked quietly, appalled—he didn't know what to say. Sure he had slept with his own share of humans, and drained probably more than Damon—but he would never stoop to the level of forcing himself on them.
"I was ashamed, I was stupid—I brought it on myself," she whispered looking down at her feet.
"No you didn't," Klaus said firmly, he placed his finger under her chin and gently lifted her head to look at him. "There is a special place in hell for rapists. To kill is one thing, but to take a woman against her will? Only the most malevolent and vile beings rape."
She nodded at him through her tears as if she believed him. Why had she never told any of her friends about this? He didn't know Bonnie too well, but he knew she was a loyal friend to Caroline—the same with Stefan. Why had Stefan never asked her? He said he knew about parts of it, but did he not care about her enough to get the full story? She had to face her rapist daily, and that probably took unfathomable amounts of courage. Not to mention her so called best friend Elena, was in love with Damon—well she had been before she flipped the switch.
"And he would bite me all over, and not heal me. I have scars all over my body." She whispered, ashamed.
"I'm going to kill him," Klaus said lowly as his expression hardened and he felt his eyes flash golden again. He had left bite marks all over her? It was official, he was going to kill Damon Salvatore—slowly.
"Don't," Caroline said quickly looking up to meet his gaze. "Sure you can kick his ass, maybe snap his neck a few times—but I've—I don't want to bring this up again," she pleaded placing her hand on his forearm.
She watched as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When they opened they were back to their beautiful cerulean blue color.
"I haven't forgotten what he did, but I've been trying to forgive him—for Elena's sake," Caroline said as she let her hand drop from his arm.
"For Elena's sake?" Klaus asked incredulously, "the same Elena that tried to kill you a few days ago?"
"Elena helped Stefan come back from his relapse into being the Ripper, maybe she can help cure Damon of some of his selfish, asshole tendencies. I've already seen him change some, he was way worse a year ago than he is today," Caroline said defensively.
"That doesn't mean he gets off the hook on doing what he did to you sweetheart. Your friends shouldn't forgive him so easily for every terrible little thing he does—there need to be repercussions," Klaus said trying to get her to realize how disloyal some of her friends truly were, the doppelganger especially.
She had no idea why she was even defending Elena at this point. He was right. Not too long ago, at their girl's night, Elena had thrown in her face that she had jumped into bed with Damon too. Elena knew that Damon had been manipulating her, and had never even bothered to ask her about it.
"You're right," she said quietly, "he shouldn't get off the hook so easily for what he did to me—I'd never felt so low or demeaned in my life until I got those memories back."
Klaus gave her a sad smile, at least she was admitting to herself that she deserved some vengeance on Damon.
"Sweetheart you should rest," Klaus said as he glanced at the clock and realized how late it had gotten. "Tomorrow we need to plan on how to take down Silas," he added as he stood up from the bed.
He reached out and gently tucked a curl behind her ear, giving her one last glance and then turned to leave—but a small hand grabbed his own hand as he turned, and he spun back around.
Caroline was looking at him with a pleading and slightly scared look.
"Can you just—stay?" she asked quietly. "My mom won't be home, she's on the night shift—I don't want to be alone after what Silas just did to me."
Klaus met her gaze, she looked so sad, and vulnerable—and she wanted him to comfort her. He slipped out of his shoes and slid into the bed next to her. He pulled the covers up over them as she slowly laid back against his chest, burrowing her face into his shoulder.
As he reached over to turn out her bedside lamp, the drawing he had done for her at his mother's ball caught his eye. It was on her night stand, next to her bed. She had kept it. A small smile graced his face as he turned off the lamp and then pulled the covers up around them more.
"Klaus?" Caroline said softly, half asleep.
"Hmm?" he responded as he looked down at her.
"Thank you," she whispered before slowly drifting off into sleep, in the arms of the only man who had ever chosen her first.
A/N: Props to u guys, a lot of u guys guessed correctly on that one hahah
Déjà vu on that moment at the end….? Hahaha shhh just pretend that she didn't do that with matt…I just wanted some more comforting/snuggle time for klaroline ;) …hahhahah…this time its Klaus comforting Caroline…
Ok that was less of a cliffhanger…because idk when I can get the next chapter up…I got a lot of crap to do…so it could be in a day or it could be in 5…haha
I really didn't know how to end it…so I ended it with a little snugglefest…because Klaus is such a softie when it comes to Caroline…and who wouldn't want to be comforted after they had to relive their memories of being raped?
Ok pplssss you know the drill! And ive actually been getting some good suggestions ;)
Reviews and suggestions?! Pretty please ;) (I cant believe im almost at 750) eepppp