Over the course of the next week, Caroline became used to Klaus's stopping her with his flirty little comments and looks as she walked by. She hadn't just become used to it; she was actually beginning to like it a little bit… Not that she would ever admit it to him.

Klaus woke up in the middle of the night drenched in a cold sweat. He sat up and ran his hand through his damp hair as he tried to calm himself down. It was no use though since his heart was still pounding in his chest and he couldn't quite catch his breath.

He got up and headed towards the washroom to run himself a shower. There was no chance that he was going to get back to sleep anytime soon and he was sticky with sweat.

Once he was back out of the shower and in a clean change of clothes, Klaus headed downstairs. Even if he somehow could fall back asleep, he didn't want to. He didn't want to see it again.

He tried to take his mind off of his nightmares by drawing, but his art quickly transformed into images that he couldn't bear to think about.

Klaus quickly ripped the page out of his sketchbook and crumpled it up before throwing it out. He tossed the sketchbook aside and made his way towards the kitchen.

He grabbed a bottle of bourbon and headed back towards the couch.

Rebekah woke up and headed downstairs to go get a glass of water. She walked down the stairs to find her brother sitting on the couch with his head in his hands and an open bottle of alcohol sitting next to him.

"I'm guessing that the nightmares are back," She said quietly.

"Like clockwork," Klaus responded as he lifted his head to look at her.

"Are you okay?" Rebekah asked in a tone of concern.

"Perfect," He lied before taking a long swig from his drink.

That evening, Caroline was surprised when she walked into the Mystic Grill to find Klaus drunk and sitting by himself. She was even more surprised when he looked away from her gaze and remained silent as she walked past.

She had just passed his table when she turned back around to face him.

"Really?" She asked. "No flirty little comment? Not even a smile?"

"Sorry, Love," He said in a slurred tone. "I'm not exactly in the flirting kind of mood."

Caroline noticed the half empty bottle of vodka sitting on the table and raised an eyebrow.

"How did you convince them to give you the whole bottle?" She asked with a frown.

"Money can get you almost anything," He responded as he reached for the bottle.

Caroline grabbed it before he could drink from it more and then sat down next to him in the booth.

"Give it back," He complained.

"No," She responded. "You're already practically falling over sitting down. You don't need any more. Besides, do you not see how many people here are taking pictures on their phones? There's going to be pictures of you drunk all over the internet already, you don't need any more to drink."

"I don't care," Klaus told her.

"Maybe you don't now, but your judgement is more than a little impaired right now," Caroline pointed out.

"Why are you trying to help me?" He asked her. "You don't even like me."

"We're supposed to be friends, aren't we?" Caroline asked him. "Friends cut friends off from drinking more when they're already wasted."

Klaus just groaned loudly in response.

"Come on, I'm taking you home," Caroline said as she got back up.

"Fine," He mumbled as he attempted to get up.

He managed to stand up and then practically fell back down into the booth as she had to grab onto him to keep him from falling over.

"I might be a little drunk," He admitted.

"Yeah, maybe," Caroline responded in an unimpressed tone as she helped lead him towards the exit.

They barely made it outside before Klaus crumpled over to throw up on the sidewalk. Caroline took a step back just in time to avoid getting it all over her shoes.

"Sorry," He said weakly as he wiped his hand over his mouth and righted himself.

"Just please try not to do that in my car," Caroline begged as she helped him into the passenger seat.

Thankfully he managed to make it through the car ride without emptying the contents of his stomach again.

Caroline got him to the front door of his and Rebekah's home only to discover that the door was locked. Rebekah must have been somewhere else.

"Do you have keys?" She asked as she turned towards him.

She didn't hold out much hope that he'd be able to find them in his intoxicated state, but she had to ask anyways.

Klaus patted his jacket pockets in a confused state before finding them in the pockets of his jeans.

Caroline took them from him and got the door unlocked and open. She managed to get him to the couch, where he instantly laid down.

She put the keys down on the table and turned around to see that he had passed out on the couch.

Caroline sighed and then headed back towards the front door.

When Rebekah came back home from Stefan's house, she found all of the lights out and the door unlocked and rolled her eyes at her brother's stupidity. It wasn't until she actually walked into the house to find him passed out on the couch that she realized that the door had been left unlocked because he had barely managed to make his way through it.

As she looked down at him, he twitched a little in his sleep and let out a quiet whimper.

Rebekah frowned as she removed her brother's shoes for him and then threw a blanket over him.

Once he was covered, she left the room and grabbed a phone.

The next morning, or late afternoon really, Klaus woke up to someone loudly slamming the front door closed. He grabbed at his head in pain as loud footsteps made their way into the room.

Klaus had had terrible nightmares for the entire night long, but hadn't been able to wake up from them. Somehow being awake didn't feel much better to him.

"You look like shit, Nik," A voice came from the doorway of the room.

Klaus looked up to see Kol standing there with the blinding light from the sun coming in through a window behind him. He quickly looked back down and covered his eyes with his arm.

"Look a little happier to see me, why don't you?" Kol told him sarcastically.

"Could you stop talking so loud?" Klaus begged. "I shouldn't have drunk so much last night."

"That or you shouldn't have stopped," Kol responded. "You can't have a bad hangover if you're still a little drunk."

"So I should just stay drunk for the rest of my life?" Klaus asked him.

"No, but maybe just until the nightmares stop again," Kol responded with a shrug that Klaus couldn't see since his arm was still draped over his eyes.

"Rebekah told you about that?" Klaus asked.

"Why do you think that I'm here?" Kol asked. "Besides, it's not that hard to guess. They always come around the same time and you're more than a little hungover right now."

"And you're more than a little obnoxiously loud right now," Klaus retorted.

A/N: Please read and review! I hope that you guys enjoyed the chapter and thanks for reading :)

Another extra special thanks goes out to all of the fantastic reviewers of the last chapter: Mystery Girl3, souzap, jessnicole, layaboo, LitLover 101, AbaratianOddity, EmmaRedVelvet, SweetyK, redbudrose, NikMik, arielmermaid, Doctor Sexy, and the anonymous guest reviewer

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AbaratianOddity: It's your opinion and I know that I can't change it, but I would just like to point out that Elena only hurt Caroline because her emotions were turned off so she didn't care about Caroline. She was just lashing out the most at the people that she knew that she used to care about the most and who cared about her the most because she didn't want to be saved.