Caroline had just arrived at the Mikaelsons' estate. Although she had been ready 2 hours ago to confront Klaus, she now doubted it was such a good idea. But Caroline Forbes was no coward. She got out of her car and walked to the front door telling herself she could do this.

Klaus opened the door after the first knock.

"Well hello love, to what do I owe the pleasure of having your company this morning", he said.

Although his voice had a pleasant tone to it, she could see he wasn't all that cheerful. She needed to remind herself he had committed mass murder the night before, that he was now left with no hybrids to command and that he could easily kill her in an instant. He probably was still pissed off but that didn't stop her from confronting him.

"What happened to Mrs Lockwood, Klaus? "she asked.

He instantly lost his smile.

"I am sorry Caroline but I have no idea what you are referring to", he said. He started closing the door on her but she pushed it back with her hand and advanced on him. She waited for him to back up, letting her in, but he just stood his ground, leaving them awfully close. She could smell his cologne and the scent made her head spin. She could also still smell a small trace of blood on him, probably stuck under his fingernails.

"What happened to Carol? " she pressed on. "I know you are behind her death Klaus, and don't insult me by denying it." She was looking right in his eyes and she could see the hurt there. Could it be possible Tyler had had it all wrong, that Carol was really just drunk and had fell into the fountain and drowned because she was unable to lift herself up. Klaus quickly snapped her out of her thought.

"She's dead" he said. "Drowned in a fountain I believe". He was looking right back at her and she was wondering if he was going to compel her to leave his sight. Although he did not make a move to make her leave it was clear he wasn't happy to see her.

"Did you kill her?" She couldn't help the tears glistening in her eyes. She held her breath and waited for his answer. Although she never had a great mother/daughter in-law relationship with Carol, she still felt bad for her death.

He stood there, their noses merely an inch apart, they were staring into each other's eyes completely unaware of their surroundings. Then he lowered his gaze and answered.

"Yes, I did".

As though he realized his reaction could reflect some kind of weakness on his part, he shot his head back up and held her gaze waiting for her to say something. He did feel bad for killing Carol but only because he knew Caroline would condemn such an act. He didn't know why, but her grief always got to him, ripping open his dead heart. He then saw her hand move up, he knew what she was going to do and didn't have the heart to stop her.

She slapped him across the face. Pure hatred reflecting on her beautiful features. When he saw her hand move up again he reacted instinctively this time and caught it in mid-air, holding it firmly in his hand.

"I wouldn't try that again, love" he said menacingly. He saw a glint of challenge pass in her eyes and she raised her other hand ready for another blow. He caught it easily with his other hand, trusted both her wrists in one of his strong hands, spun her around inside the house and pinned her against the front door with his body. They were so close now he had a hard time resisting the urges his body was claiming for. His lips were next to her ear and he whispered the next line trying to put as much threat in his voice as he could manage without giving up how much their closeness was making him dizzy. "I said, do not try that again, love".

"I hate you" she cried out. "How could you do this, why?" Tears were coming down her face now. He stood back a few centimeters looking into her eyes. He was still holding her wrists but at least he didn't hurt her. The proximity of their bodies was making her blood boil up inside. She told herself it was just because she was mad at him, but she wondered if that was the only reason. When she saw him reach up and brush a tear from her cheek, she blushed heavily. She saw him looking hungrily at her lips and she jerked away.

"Don't touch me, she spat. You're a monster." Again she saw something like hurt cross his features but he recovered quickly.

"How would you describe Tyler in this situation sweetheart?" he asked. "A poor victim? How can you still protect him after what he's done to you? Why do you care so much for what I've done?"

"Because Carol did not deserve to die", she yelled back. She wouldn't tell him about Tyler and her still being together when he killed the Mayor. After all it didn't change anything ; they were no longer together now. "And I care because for a few hours there you made me care about you, you made me believe you were not the monster everyone said you were. You had showed me a part of you extremely human and then you had to go and blow everything up by killing Carol!"

He whooped at the thought she cared for him, but then quickly frowned. He knew Caroline almost desperately clung to her humanity, was that the only way to get her attention, for him to show some vulnerability. He pushed the thought away.

"Tyler should have never gone against me. He knew what would happen to him if he crossed the line and he was lucky enough I let him live after he broke the sire bond. He only has himself to blame for his mother's death. "

"Is that what you tell yourself at night to get the guilt off your shoulders?" she said nastily.

"Don't push it Caroline", he said menacingly. "You may be beautiful and full of light, but that will not prevent me from snapping your neck to shut you up if you push your luck too much".

As she wondered if he would actually hurt her, he ran his hand from her collarbone, up her neck and rested his finger gently but firmly across her throat. The motion itself sent shivers down her spine, she tried to hide it but the smirk that came to his lips showed he hadn't been fooled.

"I think it's time you go home, love" he said, his voice hoarse, full of desire. "You look tired and you need to rest".

And then that was it, he led her on the front porch, finally released her wrists, gave her one of his most ravishing smile and closed his door up in her face.

She just stood there, too shocked to react.

"What's wrong with me"! she almost cried out.