A/N: Another drabble for the drabble blog, the prompt was: Klaus is sick of Caroline rejecting him and decides to let out his sexual frustrations on a random blonde girl he met at the bar. As they are having sex, Caroline decides to barge in to talk to Klaus about helping in the Silas situation.

He had grown accustomed to his hand. On those nights when the loneliness seemed to encompass him or when he thought he smelled a whiff of her perfume, a staccato voice that to the naked ear sounds almost like her, or a mane of blonde hair passes him, those were the nights when his hand got the most work done, both in his sketchpad and on other parts of his anatomy.

But there were some nights when the longing was just too much to bear, and his sketchpad and hand could not suffice. Charming women used to be a specialty of his, which is common among predators, his arrogance grew over how affected they were by him and it was just a game of pretend for him, gave him more confidence in his ability. Until Caroline. Their entire exchange should have been easy: he would say a few choice words that would make her swoon, she would give herself to him and she would belong to him until the time that he should tire of her. But that's the thing about Caroline Forbes, she refused to play by anyone else's rules.

She colored outside of the lines. He liked to control every line, every stroke, set boundaries and expect others to work within them or face his wrath. What perplexed him about her was that she didn't care for his rules and boundaries and she did not fear him. She refused to go along with his plans, listen to him, cower before him, like so many others. And that was when his obsession began.

During his time in Mystic Falls, his stealth was put into use many times, it merely took a trip to the town square, a walk past the high school's football field, a supernatural takedown at the Salvatore Mansion to catch a glance of her. But now, that he was thousands of miles away from her, in another state, if he wanted to see her it was not easy. So he had began to see her everywhere, smell her everywhere, hear her everywhere. She was the source of his fantasies and his nightmares, and it didn't seem as if time was diminishing it.

Camille had become the closest thing to a friend that he had in New Orleans. It was not as if he trusted her completely, he was not foolish enough, he knew that Marcel desired her and if a thousand years had taught him anything it was that those you trust tend to be the ones to betray you. Although Camille understood sides of him that others could not comprehend, without him having to say much, and it was refreshing. It was a new experience for him, to have a relationship with a human that didn't end up in them being his meal. He was aware that he intrigued her, that there was more than the meager salary that kept her working at Rousseau's, but he preferred not to mess where he ate (figuratively and literally). When his need for the intimacy of intercourse became too much to bear or he simply needed to distract himself from the ghost of Caroline, he seduced a random woman (always blonde, always a college student), who wanted an adventurous night with a dangerous man with a foreign accent, and adventure and danger was what they got.

That night was one of those, where Caroline haunted him from every corner: the jukebox blared Neil Diamond's 'Sweet Caroline', a blonde girl on the arm of bulky brunette man wore a pale blue dress as she walked into the bar, a group of friends ordered the same bottle of champagne which they had drunk at the Miss Mystic Falls pageant. He was a patient man and he believed without a doubt that the time would come when she would be his, but he did not account for the longing that separated that time from the present.

"Klaus, are you okay?" Camille's hand on his arm, brought him back from his Caroline-induced thoughts. He stared at her hand, so young, so untainted by time, one day wrinkles, lines, callouses and experience would give that hand character. His eyes traced up her arm, to her blonde hair, it lacked the volume and versatility that Caroline's had, but for now, it would do.

With an impish smile that derived a deep blush from the blonde, he lead her to the back of the bar.

She knew that graduation being the end of their problems was too good to be true. Even if Silas was currently at the bottom of some ocean, all the ghosts from the Other Side were back where they were supposed to be and the Originals had bid Mystic Falls goodbye, she knew it was just a matter of time before a new enemy would strike. Unbeknownst to her, a very much alive old enemy was sitting next to her in chemistry class, complaining about their professor, listening to her moan about how different things were between her and Tyler, asking about what happened with her and Klaus. She was ashamed that did not realize that it was Silas posing as her best friend, that it took convincing from Damon for her to see the truth.

They did not know where the real Stefan was and Silas was still under the impression that he had them fooled. But they needed help to track Stefan down and to be rid of Silas once and for all, so she offered to go and elicit help and advice from the only other super-villain they knew, Klaus.

Damon was quick to question her motives. Why wouldn't a phone call suffice, It worked for graduation? But she insisted that this was different, others in New Orleans might be able to help, what if Silas overheard the phone call, and countless other excuses that she told herself in order to sleep better at night.

She opened up the crumpled-up piece of paper that she held in her hands, too many rereads of his letters to her had made them dog-eared and almost unreadable, this one he wrote after he acquired the bar and he didn't forget to add the address, in case she was ever in the area. She double-checked the name against the brightly lit Rousseau's sign before entering, bracing herself to see him again after so many months.

She scanned the general area of the bar and did not spot him so she approached the bartender, a very friendly young man, "Sorry, do you know if Klaus is here?" She asked.

He looked at her questionably before replying, "And who might I say is looking for him?"

She reprimanded herself in her head, of course it wouldn't be that easy to get hold of him he was the big bad hybrid, he must have to fight off enemies twice a day. "Um, Caroline Forbes," she responded timidly.

"Oh Caroline Forbes, I assume he is in his office at the back of the bar," he answered promptly.

Caroline smiled to herself as she made her way to the back, the sentiment at the fact that his staff knew of her and knew of his desire to see her not going unnoticed. She had been so distracted by what had just transpired, coupled with the loud music coming from the dance floor that she almost didn't notice the odd noises coming from Klaus' office. It sounded like a woman moaning. Caroline burst through the door of his office, expecting to see him feeding from some poor soul, but what she didn't expect was to see a twenty-something blonde sprawled across his desk half-naked while Klaus thrusted into her.

She remained immobile, her hand on the door, hundreds of emotions running through her: embarrassment for catching them in such an unfortunate position, shame because that was the content of the sordid dreams she had been having of Klaus lately (just with herself in the other woman's place), and a sheering jealousy which she had never experienced before. She let out a squeak as the couple turned to look at her. She heard him exclaim "Caroline!" as she shut the door and fled the bar.

She could not understand why the sight of him with another woman upset her so much (not the actual deed, although that was disturbing enough), she had no claim to him, she had rekindled her relationship with Tyler soon after he left even though that had now fizzled out, she could not expect him to sit idly by and twiddle his thumbs until she decided to be with him. But how she wished he would, that he would be waiting for her, that he would want no other woman but her, she knew it was unreasonable and a tall order to expect from anyone. But to her, he wasn't just anyone.

"Caroline!" He called in a desperate voice as he rushed out of the bar, "It wasn't what it looked like!"

"Like you were screwing some co-ed on top of your desk?" She laughed humorously "Because I fail to see how it could be anything else, unless your dick has magical properties that you needed to heal her with?"

"Look, I don't know what to say-"

"Was she compelled?"

"No, but –"

"Was it consensual?"

"Yes, but –"

"Well then I suppose there's nothing here for me." She turned her back to him and started to walk off into the night, unexplained tears falling down her face.

"Caroline, wait!" He shouted after her.

"What is it, Klaus?" She answered, ashamed of her tears.

"It's because of you."

"You slept with a girl, because of me? Did she claim to be my spirit twin? Was it a sacrifice to the gods?"

"No, goddammit, let me finish! I can't get you out of my mind, everything reminds me of you and in that moment she was beautiful and blonde and I just desperately needed to feel connected to you even if it wasn't really you, I could close my eyes and pretend. Pretend that you weren't thousands of miles away, pretend that you didn't think of me with disdain, pretend that you feel about me the way I feel about you."

Her hand reached up to cup his cheek and he stared at it, so smooth, so timeless, so beautiful, and she whispered to him, "You don't need to pretend anymore," as their lips met.

A/N: How was that? Too cheesy? Too fluffy? Was it as difficult for you to read as it was for me to write Klaus hooking up with someone else? Let me know what you think.

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