Since I started this fic, a lot had happened in TVD. Spoiler ahead of you have not seen season 4 yet:

In my story Kol and Jeremy are not dead, so it might seem a bit strange reading about them. This is the last chapter. I leave it with an open ending, so that you can imagine yourself how it ends. Writing a happy ending would not fit, neither would an unhappy one. I'm curious where the show will let this story end, before Klaus will be swept away to New Orleans in The originals, but let's just hope we get a little bit of Klaroline before the season's over

I've been enjoying writing this fanfic and that's why I couldn't just write the last chapter. Maybe, if I get inspired, I will write a new one, or even take this one a few chapters further.

Enjoy!

Chapter 9; final chapter

Klaus could almost feel nothing. The whiskey had taken over his body completely. It had been days since Caroline had left him, she'd been heartbroken after she had found out about Tyler's dead, murdered by Rebekah, rescuing him from Tyler's torture. He took another drink from the bottle. He grieved for his loss, his hybrids, all those years of work. And the loss of Caroline. Although it had not been a fairy-tale like story, his days spent with Caroline on their bizarre roadtrip were the best few days of his life. The weeks together as an arrangement for Tyler's life had felt like a bargaining-arrangement, it had felt good, as if it was meant to be. He let himself drop backwards on his bed, arms spread, holding the bottle tight. Caroline, as he had suspected, did blame him for Tyler's death. She thought he killed him, or at least permissioned Rebekah to kill the boy. Little did she know that he would have let him live, just to keep her happy. He would have shown him mercy for her.

Caroline had shown up only minutes after Rebekah, ready to solve the problems between Tyler and him. Her look when she saw Tyler was of utter agony and defeat. She had kneeled down by his side and had looked up to him with tearsfilled eyes. "What have you done?" she had asked. Although he wanted to tell her it hadn't been him, he hadn't been able to speak. His voice was lost in the grief Caroline showed for Tyler and on that very moment, Klaus felt jealous. How could she cry for this boy, who wronged him in so many ways? Was she not in his bed only a few days earlier, willing to leave all of this behind her? Was that all an empty gesture, a ruse so she would leave her dear Tyler alone? Klaus felt betrayed. She had played him all along…

Caroline sneaked through the door. It hadn't been locked, so it was easy enough to not make a sound. She clenched her hand tightly around the dagger. She had dipped the tip in the white oak ashes, and came with one purpose only, to stake him. The last few days had been the worst of her life. After leaving him, she had felt more anger with every passing minute. She hated him! That's why she couldn't stop thinking about him. He clouded up her mind. She had to kill him, or at least make him as dead as he possibly could be. He killed Tyler, the boy she loved. The boy she traded her life for. The past weeks had been hell, although they might not have felt so at the time. Now, in the presence of her friends, she knew it had been a bad case of the Stockholm syndrome. They had reminded her of all the bad things he had done, and she knew her feelings for him were all brought on by his manipulative scheming. They were never real. She hated him, her friends had her realising that. Tyler's funeral that morning was the last push she needed to make sure Klaus would never do this to her again.

She walked up to his en suite bedroom. He hadn't noticed her so far. There he lay, on his back, the alcohol oozing out of him. She saw two empty bottles on the floor, and one half empty in his hand. Was he trying to drink himself to death? She walked up to him in stealth until she heard a wooden floorboard creek under her foot. Klaus lifted his head, trying to focus. Caroline froze up as he focused his eyes on her. "Caroline," he whispered, "you came back." Then his eyes locked onto the dagger. His eyes sharpened. "Are you here to kill me?" he asked in a soft voice. Caroline thought about herself, just a few weeks ago, asking that same question as he had walked into the Salvatore mansion at the beginning of their adventure together. So much had happened since then. Klaus flew up from his bed and in the blink of an eye stood in front of her. He looked at her in angry passion, his dark eyes wide open. Caroline held the dagger up at his heart. Klaus held her look. He took a small step towards her, the dagger now pushing at his flesh. "Do it…" he whispered. He looked down at her intently. His eyes were black as coal, his jaw clenched. He tightened his muscles. He bent towards her even more, causing the dagger to enter his chest with the tip. "DO IT!" he yelled, his eyes filled with uncried tears. Caroline's hand was shaking. Her entire body started to tremble under his look. He seemed so utterly defeated already. His eyes bore straight through hers, hitting her right in her soul. The tears that had filled his eyes fell on his cheeks, never turning his look away from her. He looked like a boy, trying to be brave after falling hard on the ground. He pushed himself further onto the dagger. "I'm sorry, Caroline." Klaus whispered. Caroline gasped, and held her free hand up to his chest, gesturing him to stop. It was too late, Klaus pushed the dagger into his own heart, his face now only being inches away from hers. His lips gave her a small kiss, as his last breath fanned over hers. Caroline looked him in the eyes in total shock. He looked at her with love in his eyes, after they went blank and slowly closed, his skin turning grey. "No," Caroline breathed, "no!". Klaus' legs couldn't carry him, and he started to fall down. Caroline held him up and felt a panic overtaking her. She was here to dagger him, but seeing him like this, made her feel completely at a loss. She pulled the dagger from his chest in one rip. Immediately Klaus gasped and his eyes shot open. Caroline dropped the dagger and held Klaus in an embrace, as his knees still seemed too weak to carry him. After a few moments Klaus had regained his strength. The embrace Caroline had given him had felt like a warm shower on a cold day. He held her tight as she looked up in his eyes. Caroline's cheeks were wet from her tears. Klaus hand followed her body up her back to her face. He cupped her cheeks as he held her face close to his.

"Why?" he asked her, his voice hoarse, his lips touching hers.

"Because I don't want to live in a world that doesn't have you in it." Caroline said trembling. Klaus could bare it no longer. He plunged his lips onto hers, investigated her lips with his tongue. She opened her mouth and he slid his tongue in her mouth. He lifted her up and they lay down on his bed within a second. He looked at her in disbelief. He kissed her again, more slowly now, his kiss more urgent. Caroline's body reacted immediately to his kiss. She felt her stomach tense, her back arched towards him, pressing him to her breasts. She pulled him closer towards her, and she could feel the weight of his body slowly coming down on hers. Her hands were anxious to feel him and she traced the muscles of his back with her fingers. Klaus held himself up with his hands on the bed, but as Caroline swayed her hips towards him, he let himself lay completely on her, letting his hands wander through her hair, over her breast. Their clothes felt like the bars of a prison cell, keeping them from really toughing each other. The kiss became more heated. Caroline followed the muscles of his back, down to the band of his pants, she slid her hands under them and felt his ass tighten as she caressed them, pulling him more towards her. She wanted him as close to her as he could possibly be. He let go of her lips and looked at her with marvel. She could feel him between her legs, feel his erection. Caroline pulled open his shirt, buttons flying around in the room, coming down on the floor as drops of rain. That seemed to be the signal he was waiting for. Klaus opened his pants and took them off in a second, kneeled in front of Caroline, zipped open her dress and pulled it over her head. Caroline unhooked her bra, let it fall of her shoulders and threw it aside. They both took in each other. Then Klaus could take it no longer, he slowly took of her panties, kissing her stomach trailing towards her breasts. Caroline felt him lick her hard nipples, he scraped them playfully between his teeth. Caroline moaned, and Klaus smiled. He kissed her, taking her mouth. She looked him in the eyes. Caroline felt her heart swell up. There had always been something between them. Always some kind of tension. Always a moment where she forgot he was a monster. She'd always felt something. She would have never thought he would be like this with her, that he would die for her... She yearned for him, she needed him, she loved him. He had seen the emotions on her face. His voice sounded low and hoarse as he said her name, "Caroline…" It felt like he was caressing her heart. His dark eyes were filled with love.

Caroline cheeks flushed as she pulled him towards her and kissed him, slowly, more determined. He could bare it no longer. He opened her legs and slid inside her. He thrusted inside of her, looking at her to see what he did to her. She jerked her head back into the pillow and hissed in excitement. He slowly pulled back and thrusted again, filling her up. He felt her warmth surrounding him, felt he could reach her ending, being able to fill her up completely. Caroline pushed her hips ups towards him. She softly moaned his name. That was enough to drive him wild. He started thrusting, finding a rhythm. As they were moving in total unison he could feel her walls coming together, she started breathing more heavily, her back arched showing her breasts. As he felt her coming, her walls closing in around him, felt her jerking as she exclaimed his name. This sent him over the top. He felt himself unload inside her as the orgasm took over his body. He let himself go and sank down on her body, trembling. As he lay on her, he pulled her in a tight embrace, clinging onto her like a man holding on to his lifebuoy whilst drifting in a stormy ocean. They just lay there for a couple of hours, in their own little world, which reached no further than the edge of the bed they were laying in.

Klaus was the first to break the silence. "I didn't kill Tyler."

Caroline gave no reply, but Klaus could feel her body tense. He looked up and in her eyes. "I didn't, and I wouldn't have. The memory of you could have lasted me a lifetime of torture, Caroline."

Caroline's body relaxed as she saw the truth of his words reflected in his eyes.

"So what happened?" She asked, although she didn't know is she wanted to hear it.

Klaus told her how Tyler had taken him to the Lockwood caves and had kept him there. He didn't go into specifics, because he knew it would only cause her more grief. He told how Kol had rung up Rebekah, and how she had saved him. He explained Caroline, that in Rebekah's eyes, her brother was being held and tortured, and this was her reaction to that situation. He would have done the same had it been her, or Kol or Elijah. "Family has always come first."

Caroline was stroking Klaus' hair, while she listened to his explanation, his almost desperate attempt to make her understand, it was never his intention to kill Tyler, not after their time together. For her, he could let it go. If he had her, he didn't need his revenge on Tyler. He would have let him live.

Caroline kept silent. She knew that the pain of Tyler's loss would not go away so easily, but she understood that Klaus, or even Rebekah defending her big brother, were not to blame. She just wasn't sure how the others would feel about it. Especially Matt and Jeremy. She remembered how, during the friendtervention to show her that she didn't love, but hated Klaus, Stefan hadn't been there the entire time, and when he was, he hadn't looked happy about the situation. She knew he must have remembered his own friendship with Klaus. He told her once, that Klaus had been a good friend, in his ripperdays. Almost like the brother he had wished he had. Maybe seeing how she herself had become close to Klaus showed Stefan that it doesn't have to be all black and white in life. Klaus had ambiguity written all over his persona. So did Stefan himself. Maybe she could talk to him about it, make him understand, that this isn't Stockholm, it's something different.

"Caroline?" Klaus had been examining her face, whilst she had been contemplating a way to keep Klaus in her life, as well as her friends. "Do you believe me?" He looked tired, strained. He was even a little drunk, still.

"Yes. I believe you." Caroline kissed him softly, as he closed his eyes and let out a sigh in relief. "But my friends will not. I don't want to lose them Klaus, and being with you will most definitely drive them out of my life. They are my family."

"What do you want to do?"

"Let's go to Stefan, he is most likely to accept what's going on, he knows this different side of you."

Klaus thought about his friend. He still considered him as one, although Stefan didn't in return.

"Alright love. But I'm not going to bend over backwards for your friends. If they don't accept me, then we'll just go, like we planned, okay?"

Caroline frowned. "We'll go a year and then try again. And then again, and again, until they do accept."

Klaus sighed. "Just let us get it over with, so I can show you the world, love. Because you deserve nothing less than that."

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