I Thought You Were Mine

Caroline lay in her bed, the days events crashing over her. She had thought… she had thought for a moment that Klaus was going to hurt her again. That it was her Klaus. But it hadn't been, it had been Silas, and a part of her felt guilty that she hadn't figured it out sooner; had Klaus hurt her in the past? Yes, but she knew instinctively that he wouldn't do it again. So why had she thought for a wild moment that Silas really was Klaus?

Well, that was what he did. Played with people's minds, used their fears against them. Maybe… maybe she was worried that she would finally let Klaus in only for him to hurt her.

But it wasn't the physical pain so much, not the memory of Silas' hands wrapped around her throat. No, it was what he had told her. Something she had never thought she would hear, and something that she hadn't thought would bother her half as much as it was. Klaus slept with Hayley.

She tried to run her mind over the idea. For so long, she had thought that she was the only one who could catch his gaze, his attention. And this, this shattered that illusion that she was the only one. Sure, Caroline was Klaus' first choice, and she was glad that she was able to recognize that much, but she knew now that she wasn't his only choice. That if he left Mystic Falls for good, there was no guaranty that he would have waited for her. And for some reason, she wanted him to. She had considered him hers, only hers, even when she was pretending to hate him. And she knew that she had no real right to be jealous, but she couldn't really help the confusing feeling from bubbling up in her.

And with it came the anger. All she wanted was to go and find the werewolf and rip her head off her shoulders. Without even really thinking about it, Caroline had claimed Klaus as being hers, and now her vampire instincts were, fueled by that, going into overdrive with the desire to prove that Klaus was hers. And again, she knew she had no right to make such an assertion.

A knock on her bedroom window startled her out of her thoughts, and she looked over to find the very object of her tortured thoughts smirking at her infuriatingly. Still though, Caroline pushed herself off her bed, pushing the glass pane open so Klaus could slip inside.

Okay, so even though she was mad at him, unreasonably her mind reminded her, she had… well, she had wanted him there. He… he understood what it was like to have Silas mess with his head; and she really had just wanted him to be there with her. A quick text was all it took for him to come running apparently.

She walked back to her bed, slipping under the covers, and he followed, stretching his body out on her comforter, looking down at her in what could only be described as a look of worry and calm reassurance. "Do you want to talk about it?" His smoothly accented voice broke the silence, and in response, she rolled onto her side away from him.

"I know… I know I don't have a right to ask this, and you don't have to answer if you don't want. But Silas, he said something and I have to know if it's true. Did you," Her voice broke, and she had to clear her throat before continuing, "Did you sleep with Hayley?"

Caroline heard him sigh behind her before she felt his hands grip her shoulder, turning her gently so that she was facing him once more. "You have to understand Caroline, I didn't think you even liked me then. More than once I've seen testament that you'll probably never been mine. It's a little discouraging to say the least. I slept with her, but only as a fuck, a mutual release of tension. She means nothing to me. You however, well, you mean the world to me."

"I liked you." She whispered. "Even then I liked you, even though I didn't want to. And if you wait a little while longer, you just might have me." She didn't know why she was being so honest with him; whether it was the trauma of the day or her fear that she could quite possibly lose him forever; that she would go to him one day only to find him in bed with someone else. "You did say you'd wait for me." She muttered, turning her head from him, not noticing the shock plastered on his face from her earlier words. Until he gripped her chin in his fingers, turning her to look at him.

"I will wait for you, if that is what you want."

Her only response was to scoot her body against his side, and when his arms wrapped around her in response, she felt safe for the first time that day.