Klaus wavered, rocking unintentionally until his thoughts slowly returned to him. He'd been standing statue-like in the very same spot that Caroline had left him over thirty minutes ago. In those thirty minutes, he'd been a slave to his senses, senses that were so strong they threatened to engulf him. His fingers twitched, yearning to feel the gentle, clear-complexioned surface of Caroline's creamy skin. The sound of her breathing so near to him lingered. His lips remained slightly pouted and tingled teasingly from her last kiss, her voluntary kiss. He concentrated on the sensation that she had given him with that sweet kiss nostalgically, realising that he missed it already, missed her. His eyes willed him to conjure up the image of her; her beauty was a genuine treat to his sight. His nostrils flared as he remembered her scent; sensationally fruity and inviting. She awoke his senses, reminding him that there was something he had to live for.
Caroline sped home. She was due to meet Tyler in half an hour and she needed to calm down before he suspected that anything was wrong. It hurt her to admit it but she was attracted to Klaus in ways that she couldn't resist. Perhaps this was the way Elena felt about Damon. She didn't want to be like Elena; torn between two men, nor did she wish to hurt either one of them. She succumbed to the fresh guilt that was crawling it's way slowly and heavily into her mind. Not only had she cheated on Tyler, she had also acted a hypocrite. Who was she to be so judgemental of Elena's actions when she was doing the exact same herself? She had no right.
Fumbling with her house keys, Caroline noticed Tyler leaning idly against her doorframe. He was early. She started, the keys slipping through her sensitised fingers and cascading to the ground. She saw a hand reach out and grab the keys lazily before the clashed to the concrete. She took a deep breath, and raised her eyes to look at him. Tyler was grinning at her sheepishly, and she forced a coy smile back at him.
"You're early." She acknowledged.
"Yeah, well I thought you'd be home by now. Where have you been?" He asked, watching her intently. His eyes appeared surveying, as though he was attempting to x-ray her.
"Stopped off at the Grill, that's all." She muttered glumly. She hated lying to him.
"Care, what's wrong? You've barely said a word since I've been back. I thought you'd be siked." She was hurting him in spite of herself. Wrapping her arms around him, she mumbled sweet reassurances into his ear, forcing herself to be chirpy.
"I'll just be a minute or two." Caroline yelled on her way from her bedroom, leaving Tyler standing there awkwardly. Unable to resist, Tyler helped himself to looking around her room, devouring with his eyes all of the things that make her who she is. He let his finger run along the charm bracelet he had given her on her bedside table. It lay next to a diamond bracelet which he assumed was from her mom. He continued to let his eyes drift around the room, spotting a sketch of Caroline on her dressing table. Intrigued by the identity of the talented artist, he approached it slowly. Disbelief overrode his curiosity as he saw the words scrawled across the bottom of the parchment. 'Thanks for your honesty, Klaus.' He breathed in sharp, shallow breaths, trying to make sense of what he had just observed. He refused to let his instincts be correct. Klaus didn't feel, and he didn't love. He knew there must be another reason for this, and he intended to find out what it was. He pondered the idea of asking Caroline about it, but as he found himself staring at the diamond bracelet once again, the pieces clicked into place. Of course it was from Klaus. Surely Caroline would realise that he was using her? No, she must think he really loves her; he realised, otherwise she would have told Tyler about the whole situation immediately. Tyler struck out at the bracelet violently, sending her lamp cascading to the wooden floor. His anger consuming him, Tyler quickly disappeared through the window before Caroline returned.
Caroline was in the bathroom, taking a moment to gather her thoughts and calm down when she heard a clattering sound from her bedroom. She quickly entered and stepped onto one of the many shards of glass that had scattered away from her fallen lamp. Tyler was nowhere to be seen. Confused, she gazed out of the window for a moment, presuming that he was playing some sort of trick on her. She then spotted the sketch from Klaus on her bed, some 2 metres away from where it had been. He'd seen it; of course he'd seen it. It was her fault. How could she have been so stupid and forgotten to hide it? She made a motion to grab her phone but was stopped suddenly by a large, strong hand grasping her wrist. Klaus stood in her room for the fourth time, a playful smile forming on his lips.
"Caroline…" He began, smirking; "Tyler won't do anything. He's sired to me, remember?" He almost laughed as he stated it, as though he was daring Tyler to even try and hurt him. Caroline hated him in that moment. Her hate quickly subsided, however, as his fingers trailed themselves up and down her arm, creating reassuring patterns. His eyes were glazed over, gazing at her dreamily. He was handsome. The dim light of dusk fell flatteringly over his features, darkening them. His eyebrows were raised slightly on his sculptured face as he looked at her, devoured her. His rosy, soft-looking lips smiled knowingly, and it wasn't the first time Caroline had felt like he had the ability to read her mind.
Tyler sped with aim through the woods at inhuman speed. Anger tore at his heart and provoked him into following through with his violent intentions. Klaus' mansion was coming into sight, and Tyler sped even faster towards the oak brown door. That was where the monster hid. He wasn't grateful to Klaus for 'saving' him anymore. He was vengeful.
Rebekah and Elijah were discussing their mother and her intentions when they heard a deafening bang on the front door. Rebekah looked at Elijah uncertainly, but ventured to open the door anyway. What could kill an Original that knocked on the door, after all?
With this confidence, anger bubbled inside her. She wrenched open the door, intending to feed on whatever inconsiderate human it was disturbing them, but Tyler stood in front of her, quite obviously shaking with anger.
"Where's Klaus?" He spat bitterly.