Request: Klaus is fed up with Caroline's constant rejection and inability to see that he is trying to change. He decides to let out his sexual frustrations on a random girl. Next morning, Caroline visits Klaus to convince him to help them with Silas and sees this and gets jealous when she catches them in bed.

He tried. He tried so hard for her, and she never saw. Caroline only ever saw the bad that he did. Klaus hadn't fed off of anyone that she had the possibility of knowing, he hadn't killed anyone in weeks, and still, the first time he did something wrong, and he would admit that he had been absolutely wrong to hurt her, he felt like any chance with her was shot to hell.

And celibacy had never been something he had had to deal with for long. But he hadn't been withanyone since the night he had saved her; Klaus found that no one could compare to her, and he didn't think it would help his chances.

Ah, but he was tired of her rejections of him. What was the sense of waiting for someone that didn't want you? Someone who would never want you?

The fact of the matter was that he needed release. So he found a random girl and took her home. It was meaningless; he would never see her again after their one night together was through. And it wouldn't be so bad really, returning to his old ways.

Why, whenever they needed something from him, was she the one that was sent out? Yeah he liked her, and if she had been right that night he was in love with her, but that only made it more awkward for her to have to do this. 'Have' being Damon's term.

Caroline knocked on the door, hoping he would agree quickly to helping them find Silas, his life was on the line as well after all, so she could go home. And the stupid hybrid didn't answer. She sighed, testing the doorknob, and at finding it unlocked, pushed her way inside. Rebekah had told her that often when he was painting he wouldn't pay attention to other noises around him.

She approached the room that he had taken her to the night of the ball, but she found the room empty. Another sigh left her, as she now remembered Rebekah's other words. He might be painting in his room. Third door down the hall on the left from the art room.

Warily she walked down the hall, twisting the knob, pushing it open.

Her eyes were drawn to him immediately. The first thing she saw was his exposed chest. The sight made her want to avert her eyes, but she also couldn't deny the desire that flooded through her at the image.

And then her eyes fell on the figure next to him in bed. An obviously naked woman, lying on her stomach. Caroline's vision turned red at the sight, and she gasped softly in shock when she realized what was causing her rage.

She was jealous.

As quiet as she had been, the hybrid stirred, blinking sleepily at her before shooting up into a sitting position. "Caroline-"

Caroline cut off whatever he had been about to say with a small laugh. "I don't own you. You can do whatever you want." She had meant to sound angry, disgusted even, but all that came out in her tone was sadness. She laughed again. "I actually thought you were different."

Klaus threw the covers back, flashing to her and she tried not to look at the one place that her eyes were begging her to go to. She didn't know where to look when faced with his naked self; he was all hard muscle, and masculinity, and she fought with her raging hormones.

"And I thought you didn't care."

She felt her nostrils flare, anger mounting steadily. "So you felt the need to sleep with some girl?"

"Again, love, I was under the impression that you didn't care what I did."

"Well, maybe your impression was wrong." She twirled away, going to exit the room before throwing a glance back at him. "If you want to make up for this," she gestured vaguely to the still sleeping woman in his bed, "Pick me up at seven."