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The comfort of my own bed, something I rarely have a chance to miss. But tonight I wrap myself in an old comforter, pressing my nose into the pillow, and smelling only home.

Hannah's warnings about Klaus ring in my ears. Even days later, I haven't stopped thinking about her words. His love will destroy you. I shiver, and pull the blanket tighter around me, and roll on my side, my old bed springs creak as I get comfortable.

I stare at the lamp on my bedside table, its golden glow lighting the room dimly. I free my hand from the blanket, reaching out for the little gold knob on the small drawer. I slide it open slowly, propping myself up on my quilt covered elbow, I peer inside.

The small piece of paper curled up in the corner of the drawer, exactly where I left it months ago.

I'm not sure why I never got rid of it. Not even when Tyler found it and got angry. After he gave it back to me and stormed out, I still picked it up and re-placed in this drawer; although I haven't been able to bring myself to look at it since.

I pull it out of its small hiding place, and flatten it out in my palm.

It still bewilders me; that a man with such rage and hatred bottled up inside of him, can sit down and draw something so delicate, and meaningful that it brings tears to my eyes. I run my finger tips over the words scribbled in the bottom right corner, feeling the indent of a heavy-handed pen.

"I'm not talking to you until you tell me why you invited me here."

"I fancy you. Is that so hard to believe?"

"Yes."

"Why? You're beautiful, you're strong, you're full of light...I enjoy you..."

My door opens, and I jump, the drawing slipping to the floor beside my bed.

"Hey," My mom pokes her head in, giving me a small smile.

"You're home late," I say, attempting to sit up, but I've gotten myself completely tangled in my covers.

"Busy night." She looks exhausted, her eyelids droop and her voice is thick with needed sleep.

She steps farther into my room, and comes to sit on the edge of my bed.

"I'm sorry I haven't been around much these days." She rubs her forehead, and looks sideways at me, and offer her a small smile, hoping she doesn't spot the picture on the flood near her feet.

"I know, I get it," With everything going on; Silas stealing all the blood from the hospitals, all the new murders, it's hard to act like a normal family when things keep bringing out the freaky in everyone.

She sighs and smiles at me with tired eyes.

"You're such a good daughter." She states, and for some reason, guilt immediately hits me in the stomach. The things I've kept from her...

We sit for another moment in silence, Before he lets out a heavy breath, and presses her palms to her knees, standing from my bed.

"What's this?" She reaches to the floor, picking up the drawing from where it's peeking out from my bed skirt. I close my eyes, silently cursing myself for every bringing it out in the first place.

"It's nothing," I quickly blurt out, sounding like a child whose been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. My blushing cheeks don't help my case. I reach out and take it from her hands, crumpling it a little, as if to make her think less of it. "I mean, it was a birthday gift."

She raises her eyebrow at me.

"From a friend."

"From Klaus?"

"From a friend." I state again, my voice losing all softness.

She sticks me with another uneasy stare before pushing herself off my bed, and reaching for the door knob.

"You know Caroline," She turns around quickly, and I reluctantly meet her eyes with my own, "You're a grown up. You're graduating high school. You're not a kid anymore." She reaches up and rubs her forehead again, "I'm trusting you to make wise decision. I can't make them for you anymore."

With that, she exits my room; leaving me feeling ashamed and a little angry.

I sigh loudly and place the drawing on my bedside take, snapping the small drawer shut and pulling the chain on my lamp, leaving me with only the moonlight the help my eyes adjust to the room; turning the shadows into the shapes of my furniture.

Just as I feel myself dozing into oblivion, there's a quiet knock on my door.

"What is it mom," I groan, and stand up, opening the door wide. "I'm really ti—"

Klaus is standing in my doorway, looking more beautiful than I've ever seen him. His hair glistening with fresh raindrops; when did it start raining?

"Wha— why are you here?" I take a quick glance over his shoulder, making sure my mom's bedroom door is closed, and there's no light shining from underneath it.

Without a word he steps into my room, his hands seize my waist, and his mouth crashes down on mine with urgency.

His body becomes melded with mine, we stumble backwards, my back pressing into my mattress as he settles on top of me; his hand finding its way under my shirt, skimming across my bare stomach. I shudder with the chill of it; and the pleasure that radiates below my bellybutton.

His mouth moves to my neck, and my fingers tangle in his hair, keeping him close to me with all the vampire strength I can muster. Though I know if he decided to move away, it would not be enough to hold him there.

"Caroline," His lips whisper my name against my collar bone, and I let out a small moan. "Caroline..." He says again, this time, a little more urgently.

"Run little girl, Run."

My eyes open. Instead of being met with those piercing blue eyes, I'm staring at my bedroom ceiling. My heart is hammering painfully in my chest, loud in my ears.

I turn to look at the clock; 11:54. I've been asleep for six minutes.

I groan, and turn on my side, pulling the covers up to my chin; willing sleep to come peacefully.

When my alarm goes off in the morning, I'm already awake. I've been awake since 11:54.

I push myself off of my mattress; taking one look in the mirror tells me I need a shower, desperately.

Running a towel through my damp hair, I check my phone. Three text messages.

Elena: "Hey, how have you been? Haven't talked to you much since you got back."

Elena: "Drinks at the grill tonight?"

Rebekah: "Come over, need to talk."

I reply to Elena first: "Sounds like a plan. Need some girl time. Tired of smelly boys." This gets a smiley face from Elena.

I re-read Rebekah's text, and then type a quick response. "We can talk at school."

I chuck my phone back on my bed and venture over to my closet, last night's sleepless night weighing heavy on my shoulders as I get dressed, fix my hair, and grab my bag.

"Well you look terrible."

I slam my locker door and roll my eyes.

"Nice to see you too Rebekah." I turn away from the blonde original, towards algebra; unfortunately I hear her heels click along behind me.

"I said I needed to talk to you."

"So talk," I shoot over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of her glare.

"Honestly, could you be more frustrating." She grabs my arm and pushes me into the nearest empty class room.

"Geez, okay!" I shake her off, and stumble back a few steps, "What's so important?"

Rebekah unclips her shoulder bag, pulling out Hannah old book, holding it out to me.

I raise my eyebrows at her, and cross my arms over my chest. "What do you want me to do with it? Give it to Bonnie."

"You see, that's precisely my point, where is your little which friend?" She purses her lips in that infuriating way.

Come to think of it, I haven't heard from her since that awful night at the grill. How long ago was that? A week?

Rebekah registers my bewildered expression, and her features slide back into her usual arrogant expression.

"So why don't you come with me, we'll get our nails done, talk about boys," Her voice slurs the word, taunting me with it, "and maybe figure out where the bloody hell Silas is hiding Miss Bonnie Bennett."

The room is quiet for a few seconds, I hate that she has a point.

"Ugh, fine!" I throw my hands in the air, and let her lead the way out of the class room.

On my way back to the car I send Elena a text. "Plans changed. Meet me at the Mikaelson's."