Klaus left the suite after hearing Caroline call him a controlling asshole. His blood was boiling at her insult. He'd been called far worse, but for her to say such a thing after everything he'd done for her... He breathed heavily, like a wounded animal. He could feel the wolf stirring inside. The only reason he was in this godforsaken place was because she'd asked it of him. She wanted the cure for her nauseating friends and he was getting it for her. Everything he'd done for the past week had been for her. Why couldn't she see that? What more did she want from him?

She called him controlling, but he felt like dog at her beckon call groveling for scraps of her affection. She called him controlling, but completely ignored the fact that she was the one controlling him.

He was sick of it, sick of trying to prove himself when nothing he did was ever enough for her. As he left the hotel he ran into Kol on the sidewalk, returning from his errand.

"Everything is set for tomorrow." Kol said, sounding bored.

"Damn tomorrow and damn her." Klaus glowered, his temper venomous and foully kindled.

Kol looked at his brother, and his expression brightened.

"Right," He said, "Damn her. You shouldn't have to put up with that kind of treatment."

Klaus was fairly certain that Kol didn't have a clue what he was talking about, but he appreciated the support.

"You know what you need brother?" Kol said, grasping Klaus by the shoulders, "You need a little fun."

Klaus hesitated because anything that Kol considered fun was bound to be something that Caroline wouldn't like. He bristled at the thought, he couldn't please Caroline, no matter how hard he tried, so why should he keep trying?

"Let's go," Klaus said forcing himself not to look back at the light coming from Caroline's window.

If she wanted to bar him from her company, so be it. Two could play that game. If she was so set on treating him with her disapproval, he'd do something worthy of her disapproval.


Caroline was tired, tired of trying so hard. It was like her friends all held her to a different standard than they held themselves. Stefan ripped a couple girls' heads off, but it was okay because he'd turned his humanity off at the time. Bonnie kept pushing the limits of magic until her grandmother wound up paying the price, but nobody dragged her through the coals for it. Elena slept with Damon, but she was sired so she couldn't be held accountable for her own choices. All Caroline did was kiss Klaus and everybody lost their shit. What would they do if they knew that not only had she kissed him, but was fairly certain she was falling for him?

She could see their side, how could she not? He'd just killed dozens of people without a second thought. If she saw that, knew the things that he was capable of, things that he would no doubt do again, and still loved him, was she any better than him?

She was tired of trying to live up to everyone else's expectations and always falling short. She was a disappointment to her friends. She was even a disappointment to her mother. The only person who didn't make her feel like she was lacking on some fundamental level was Klaus. She was starting to question how it could be so wrong to care for someone who saw her as special when no one else did. What did it matter what he'd done, what he would do?

It wasn't as though any of them could claim their hands were clean.

Would it be so wrong if she just gave in? Everyone thought Klaus was so evil. She wasn't so much a fool as to think he wasn't just as bad as they accused, but he was more than that. His multifaceted personality was so much deeper than they gave him credit for, he wasn't the one dimensional villain they liked to cast him as. He had goodness in him, he had hopes and dreams. He was capable of love. It was easier to cast him as the villain, as pure evil, but it wasn't true.

He was good to her, kind to her, so much so that she was fairly certain that he not only fancied her, he loved her. He loved her. Maybe he didn't know how to love people well, but that didn't mean his feelings weren't just as deep, just as based in goodness as anyone else's. He was capable of love and Caroline felt sure that meant he wasn't evil. He was something far more complicated and far more human. He was damaged.

Caroline knew what it was to be damaged. She knew what it was not receive the parental love that was supposed to be unconditional. They were very different, but she was beginning to suspect that in the ways that really counted, they were exactly the same. They were damaged in the same ways. He hurt and abused because he'd been hurt and abuse. She was suspect of love, because everyone who claimed to love her had proved to be liars. If Klaus Mikaelson was evil, then Caroline Forbes was unlovable. The monster and the victim, they were both exactly what they'd been taught to be.

She finally knew what she had to do, but when she and Stefan left her room she found that Klaus was no longer in the suit. She went to the other room and found Elijah keeping watch over Bonnie and Tyler, but no Klaus.

"Where's Klaus?" Caroline asked Elijah.

"I thought he was with you," Elijah said, giving an unconcerned shrug.

"Care," Bonnie interrupted, taking a step toward Caroline.

Caroline recoiled from her approach, and Bonnie stopped, looking hurt,

"Where's Kol?" Caroline asked.

A flicker darkened Elijah's expression, "Not back yet."

"He's been gone a long time," Caroline pointed out.

"Indeed," Elijah said.

"A suspiciously long time?" Caroline asked.

Elijah's jaw clinched and he was obviously thinking.

"I would say that it is more than a coincidence that Niklaus is gone and Kol has yet to return." Elijah admitted.

"So they're together?"

"I would assume so," Elijah said, straightening his tie.

"And Klaus and Kol alone together is how bad on a scale of one to ten?" Caroline asked, realizing the one other time she knew of Klaus being with Kol was when he'd killed Shane.

"How bad do you consider dark magic, blood sharing, and mass murder?" Elijah asked.

Caroline paled, "We need to find them."


That damn blonde sucked the fun out of everything, Klaus thought bitterly. The trouble with Caroline Forbes was that she had a way of working her way into his head and taking root in the role of his conscience. He'd done very well for a long time not over thinking repercussions of his actions. He took was he wanted, to hell with the consequences. The only trouble was that now he found himself thinking about Caroline before he acted, thinking of the disappointment, hurt, or disgust his actions would put on her face if she found out.

He growled viciously and ripped into the proffered wrist of the pretty, scantily clad girl. Kol had connections to covens all over the world. His odd younger brother had always preferred the company of witches to that of his own kind. Had they not been turned, Klaus had no doubt that Kol would have followed in their mother's footsteps, becoming the second witch in the Original family.

At first, Klaus had only cared about seducing Caroline, but when she declared herself immune to his charms, he felt determined to prove her wrong and in the process he'd only succeed in making himself fall deeply in love with her while she seemed unswayed by any such heartache.

She was in his head and he couldn't get her out, wasn't sure he'd want her out even if he could manage it. After a thousand years with no concern other than his own wishes and amusement, he had become stagnant, apathetic. Succeeding in breaking the hybrid curse had more to do with pride than a real desire. He'd felt a thrill when he first unlocked his suppressed hybrid abilities, but even those quickly lost their luster. It wasn't until he'd forced Tyler to bite his pretty little vampire girlfriend so that Klaus could manipulate her Sheriff mother in exchange for her daughter's life that he remembered what is was to feel something, to want something.

He'd taken lovers over the centuries, there had been many and the affairs were always brief and ended bloody. He hadn't cared for any of them. They were amusements, distractions.

At first, he had thought Caroline would be just another on the long list.

He knew he wanted her the moment she made it perfectly clear that she thought he was the vilest of characters. He still remembered the smell of her hair as he let her drink from his wrist, fresh and laces with the faint sweet aroma of strawberries. She was beautiful, like all of the lovers that had come before, but unlike the others his efforts to charm her only seemed to strengthen her dislike.

But beneath the surface, beneath her carefully maintained dislike for him he could sense that she too wanted him. They had a connection. She didn't want to want him, likely hated herself for wanting him, but she did wanted him. He saw it in the way she couldn't help but smile at him sometimes, the way her eyes were alight with laughter even when she scowled at him.

She enchanted him and he knew had to have her, and he knew eventually he would. He was willing to wait, but that didn't mean waiting was easy, didn't mean his insides didn't boil with jealously every time he saw Tyler and now Stefan touch her. He wanted her all to himself, he wanted her to be as tied to him as he was to her. He no longer was satisfied with winning her, he needed her to love him. Her deal could give him her life, but it didn't give him her heart and he knew he would not be satisfied with anything less.


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