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"His name was Ben, and we were thirteen. We snuck away and kissed behind the water tower. It was very romantic." I watch as he absentmindedly traces patters on my bare stomach with his index finger, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind.

"Sounds charming," He smirks, his eyes skimming up my stomach, his gaze slowly meeting mine.

"Shut up," I tease, shoving his shoulder lamely. "It was magical. And at least I can remember mine," I narrow my eyes at him, challenging him.

He matches my glare, squinting his blue eyes at me through his thick lashes. His hand pauses on my ribs; his thumb skimming the skin at the hem my bra—sending a shiver through me. Grasping me around the waist he pulls me towards him.

I shriek with surprise as he rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him, straddling his hips.

I push my crazy morning hair out of my face as I look down at him, shaking my head.

"You're unbelievable." I lean down, placing a kiss on his jaw, "And you're changing the subject."

He sighs contently, closing his eyes as I press another kiss to his neck. Sliding lowing, I trail kisses down his chest and stomach.

"Come with me." He murmurs, and I freeze, looking up at him, resting my chin on his abdomen.

(Klaus's Point of View—Ten days earlier)

I drain her—my fangs sunk into the soft flesh of her neck, pulling blood from her veins easily, effortlessly.

As my grip loosens on the nameless girl's body, she slips out of my hands, collapsing to the sidewalk—the sound of her falling against the concrete echoes through the empty streets of the small town.

"Indulging brother?"Elijah's voice creeps out of the shadows, the dim lamp post above me, flicker

I catch my breath from the feed, I wipe excess blood from my mouth, closing my eyes as the blood begins to slither through my body—heating me to my core.

"What can I do for you Elijah?" I ask into the night, turning to face the serious look of my elder brother, hands in his pockets, as he glances down at the inert body on the ground in front of me.

"Exactly how long do you expect Marcel to wait for your arrival?" Taking a few steps towards me, his tone is anything but casual. Elijah's calm facade is wearing thin, his cool disguise falling away as his demands of me become vivid and abrasive.

I smile, watching him worry bringing me a strange sort of satisfaction.

"You know as well as I, what he wishes to speak to me about," I answer him, "I'm sure you can understand why I'm putting off the visit."

"Or is it merely the fact that you've found comfort in the arms of Miss. Forbes, therefore, the thought of leaving no longer appeals to you, the way it did a few months ago." His words are obvious, a statement of fact rather than a question. My eyes narrow slightly; he stands there, unfaltering.

"You propose I leave, and nothing holds value for us here, yet you stay." My attempt at turning the tables around on him is feeble, "I've done what you've asked, I've let you're nuisance of a doppelganger live, out of my reach—unscathed. You are free to live out your miserable lives together, in piece. I would ask you the same civility."

"Oh come on Nicklaus." Elijah chuckles darkly, his amusement shooting anger through my veins. "We both know how this game plays out."

When I continue to stare, unmoved, he shakes his head.

"You're not the loving type. You tire of women's company, and you push off, moving onto the next unassuming victim. They are disposable to you—toys. What makes you think this Caroline will not become another plaything to you? That you will not grow tired of her like all the rest."

Wishing I could accuse him of lies, but knowing every word coming out of his mouth is the truth. Walking the earth lonely, yet never alone. A thousand years of nameless women, hundreds of nights of empty feelings.

The honest truth; I have found myself thinking the same as Elijah—waiting for my infatuation with this remarkable woman to flee as quickly as it came. Following the centuries old pattern.

Surprising myself, and the people around me, as I find myself drawn closer to her as time passes—her hold on me getting stronger somehow with every moment I spend with her. Her mere proximity sending my every nerve into a frenzy. Close never seeming to be close enough. Watching her walk away from me should not feel so painful—hating how vulnerable her carefully chosen looks make me feel.

Hating her for being my weakness.

"You will come."Elijah interrupts my thoughts, pulling me back to the dark street of Mystic Falls, "And you will come soon, if I have to drag you there myself."

I match his stiff stare, his narrowed eyes—they tell of honesty.

"That will not be necessary," My words are curt; my tone short and angered.

With a stiff nod, he fixes the cuffs of his suit jacket, taking my words the way I meant them: a reluctant agreement to his demands. "Clean up after yourself," glancing down at the dead girl behind us for a brief second; Elijah turns and walks down the street, his shoes against pavement being the only sound left her hear.

(Caroline's Point of View—Present day)

Come with me.

These have been his choice words for the past week. Every time I hear them, my heart swells with warmth, and aches with pain all at the same time. His invitation getting harder and harder to refuse each time he offers it to me.

I lift my head from his chest, looking him in the eye as he stares back at me, his request hanging in the air between us.

"I can't..."

I know each time I say these words; I'm hurting more than just myself. The first time he asked, my rejection triggered a loud and vicious argument...

XXX

"So what, you just expect me to pack up and go!?" I match his loud volume, throwing my hands in the air in anger and frustration, "Graduation is in two weeks and you just expect me to pick up and run away with you?!"

"Is it my imagination or have we been rather involved these past weeks Caroline?" He crosses his arms, glaring at me from across the living room. "Or is this just another one of your escape tactics, where you run away and hide whenever you begin to feel something?"

"You're one to talk!" I yell back, "You've been running so long I'm surprised you remember how to stand still!"

"What are you afraid of!?" His words vibrate through the entire house.

"Are you kidding!?" I roll my eyes, planting my hands on my hips, "What have we been doing here Klaus? Hiding, sneaking around from everyone I know—what is there not to be scared of?"

"You're right, you're right Caroline, fine, everything would just be easier if we went our separate ways," He puts his hands in the air as if surrendering, making my temper flare wildly. "Isn't that what you keep telling yourself?" He catches me with a steady glare, holding me captive with his eyes, "I mean is it just my imagination? Have you not been sharing my bed for the past week?"

"You're acting like a child." I scoff, rolling my eyes at him.

"Ahh, but that's not what you told me last night..."

The veins around my eyes flare in anger, and my chest and cheeks flush red.

"Bastard." I spit the word at him, and turn to leave, but he snatches my hands; pulling me against him, chest to back, imprisoning me.

"I'm leaving Caroline, whether you come with me or not," He hisses into my ear, anger seething from every word.

"Then go!" I shout, shoving against him hard, his hands breaking away from me. Facing away from him so he can't see the tears that flood my eyes with his last statement.

Minutes tick by in the silent; the tension between us is agonizing.

Slowly, cautiously, I hear him approach me. His hand touching the back of mine, before gliding his finger between my own, steadying my shaking—warming my cool fingers. Resuming his position behind me, feeling his chest rise and fall against my back, resting his chin on my shoulder, every move unhurriedly and carefully planned out. The way you would behave around a live bomb.

"Come with me," He whispers near my ear, his breath playing with my hair, tickling my neck.

I bite my lip, one single tear falling down my cheek at the tenderness of his voice.

How his frustration turns to anger, into rage into sadness baffles me, every time I see this side of him, it makes me remember how I could fall for such a man in the first place...

"One day..." I whisper, leaning into the kiss his presses just below my ear.

"Today," He persists, his tone is sharp and demanding even in his hushed tone. Slipping his hands around my sides, pulling me against him; causing butterflies to burst into my stomach and my blood to pump through me, hard. Heat flooding to my core, making me ache.

"Someday."

XXX

He's proceeded to ask me every day since. Even as Graduation approaches fast, only eight days until the ceremony, and two days until prom, his requests come frequent as ever. With every refusal, comes a pang of guilt and sadness.

This question has become more casual, as if a routine; though I can tell he means it— more every single time he asks.

With every refusal, my hopes raise, if only for a second; that maybe he will change his mind and stay, here, with me.

But as much as it pains me, I know what he said was true. True then and true now. Whether stay here, or go to New Orleans, he's leaving—and there's nothing I can do to stop him.

It's fun writing from Klaus's point of view, but I seriously don't know if I'm any good at it.

I hope this chapter wasn't too confusing, with all the flashbacks and stuff, hope it all made sense and was fun to read :)

Thanks for reading- Next up: Prom :)