So here's another chapter! It's kinda different and weird and a little sad, but I hope you like it and please review because your guy's support is what keeps me going! -Cheers

Klaus's point of view

Where is she?

The house was silent when I entered the house a few minutes ago. I glanced around for any kind of struggle, my thoughts immediately fleeting to the possibility that Marcel's speedy exit from our meeting this evening, had something to do with the fact that Caroline was home, alone.

I mentally kick myself for ever leaving her side.

Taking a quick look around the house, it becomes obvious she did not leave against her will. Caroline's unusual vampire strength mixed with her acute stubbornness makes it near impossible to get her to do something she doesn't want to do, especially without evidence of great effort of resistance.

Once the worry melts away, it's hastily replaced with anger.

Where did she go?

Snatching my keys from the counter the door rattles on its hinges as it slams loudly behind me.

As I press the accelerator harshly, I make my way to the only other place in New Orleans Caroline is the slightest bit familiar with.

For someone who's promised to show her the world, I've been exceptionally selfish with her time. Keeping her to myself, as long as she'll allow me.

"Good evening Mr Michaelson, is there anythi—"

I brush past the obnoxious man, pushing the door to the pub open roughly.

I glance to the front of the room, my eyes scanning the bar until my eyes catch her blonde hair, and the familiar way she crosses her legs, moving one foot slowly up and down, as if a nervous habit. My frustrations with her flare dangerously, and I take a step forward.

"Oh please!"

It's then that my eyes are pulled from Caroline, and to the female she seems to be conversing with, their conversation running tense and cool. My eyes freeze on the sharp figure of the doppelganger, seated next to Caroline as if it was the most natural thing.

"Look around you Caroline! You're a pretty girl in the sketchiest part of downtown New Orleans, surrounded by disgusting vampire pigs who have done more unspeakable things than Hitler himself, and not one of them has dared give you even a second glance."

Caroline takes a quick glance around the room, her eyes not venturing close enough to the door to spot me. My eyes narrow at Katherine, watching as she stares down at Caroline.

"And do you know why?" The obnoxious girl leans towards Caroline, adding a touch of melodrama.

I wait quietly for her answer, but Caroline doesn't say a word.

"Because they know if they so much as laid a finger on you, Klaus would have their hearts on a plate." Katherine sneers at her, as both Caroline and I flinch at the same time at her words.

My spine chills as I see Marcel begin to descend on the two women, his expression owns a touch of humour as he listens in.

Caroline's lips part, as if she wants to say something, only thinks better of it at the last minute.

Marcel slides in close to Caroline on the opposite side of the doppelganger, too close for my liking. I take another step into the room, my shoes making a hollow noise against the wood floors. I'm now close enough to catch her scent in the air, along with the aggravating Miss Peirce.

"She's right," Marcel purrs, causing Caroline to jump and turn to look at him.

At the same moment, Katherine's head snaps up, her flaming eyes meeting mine across the room as she finds me in the shadows.

My eyes narrow at her. But she's already moving, her chair is empty before I have a chance to make another move.

"Marcel," Caroline breathes, her voice sounding shaky and a little frightened. I'd take a guess and say that half drank screwdriver she's sipping isn't the only thing she's had to drink tonight.

"I see Klaus has been talking about me." Marcel chuckles, leaning dangerously close to her, my hands itch to be around his neck, squeezing, breaking.

I hear a sound to my right, near the side exit of the old bar. Catching the smell of sugared perfume and disdain in the air, I close my eyes, cracking my neck to the side with a deep breath through my nose.

Yes, defiantly her.

In one blurred motion I catch her, just as she takes a step outside the door, yanking her back with bone splintering force I slam her into the wall, my fingers wrapping around her neck.

"Hello Klaus," she glares at me as her words strain through her tightly clasped throat.

"Nice of you to stop by Katerina," I squeeze a little tighter as she tries to hide a wince with an evil smile. "I'd take the window next time; it's much more subtle; although that doesn't appear to be your style."

"Having fun playing happy family?" Her voice is raspy with her constricted air. "I can see you somehow weaseled your way into Caroline's good graces."

"I can see you've still got a death wish," I lean close, feeling my fangs pierce through my teeth, and my eyes sting painfully as they flash yellow at this pathetic creature in front of me, "And believe me, I'm still willing to grant it."

"Go ahead," The bravery in her voice grates on me, "You'll have Elijah to deal with." Her words halt my previous notions of a torturous scene, my mind playing back the conversation with Elijah all those weeks ago.

Her smile creeps back onto her face as she watched my hybrid features sink away, hiding behind their human concealment.

I take another second to savor the feeling of her throat between my fingers, her weakness to my strength; everything about Katherine Pierce here at my mercy, before releasing my hold, stepping back.

"Run away little girl," I spit at her before turning my back, tuning back into Caroline's voice deep inside the bar.

"So he tells me. But I have to say I'm having a hard time swallowing that pill twice." Her voice sounds oddly confident as she speaks to Marcel, about what?

"Savor your time with her. It's only a matter of it before she finds out about something ugly enough that she'll never look at you the same again." Katherine's words yank me back, and my tempter flares.

"You're one to talk of secrets." I seethe.

"You're right. She probably won't care when she finds out that you slept with the girl her boyfriend left her for..."

I halt in place; my heart is oddly loud in my ears. The threat in her voice is prominent.

"I can see my sex life is stuff of gossip." My attempt at casual is all for not. I hate that this woman still holds power in my life, even in the smallest of ways.

"You know she would never forgive you." She crosses her arms over her chest, smirking with victory. "Even if it was before you two got together, that wont matter. The one girl you've ever loved would hate you fore—"

I don't let her finish.

I'm leaning against the wall of the pub, in the shadows, my heart still pounding slightly harder than usual as I gaze upon the scene unfolding before me at the bar.

"What is it about you that makes him tick Caroline," Marcel leans in, narrowing his eyes at Caroline, "Because as beautiful as you are, I can't seem to accept the fact that you are just that good in bed—"

She cuts off his words with a wild hiss. The kind I've never heard escape her lips. I find my mouth twitching with an inappropriate smile, for two reasons.

The first, I've only seen Caroline as a controlled and composed woman. Seeing her lose her cool with a man like Marcel is actually quite entertaining to observe.

And the second, even as Marcel's obvious attempts to rattle Caroline's strong armor are repellent and maddening, I could, with all honesty walk up to him and say yes. Yes she is really that good.

I look at the ground, shaking my head a little, trying to force the smile away. If Caroline looks angry now... Just thinking of the bitter consequences I would suffer for a remark like that.

I look up now, and she's spotted me in the shadows, her eyes seeming to be filled with a sort of anxiety that I didn't realise was there before. She was speaking so bravely and confidently, it hadn't occurred to me to step in. Watching now as her hands shake as she reaches for her purse, I believe it may have been a smart move.

"Well he's right over there." I roll my eyes a little as she pays for her drink. How generous she is. How human of her. "Why don't you go interrogate him like you did me? I'm sure that goes over well. Scared he'll remove your lungs with a spoon?"

The way she speaks of me, performing such a gruesome act, my chest suddenly feels tight. Though I've done worse, it never bothered me in the past when someone would speak of my maliciousness. But somehow, coming from her lips, the gory details are almost sickening. When her eyes flicker my way, I try to offer her the smallest of smiles, though I feel nauseous, and my anger with Katerina still burns in the back of my mind, and I'm sure plane in my eyes.

The thought of Caroline finding out about Haley and I, causing me to feel something I haven't felt in many, many years.

Fear.

"I would be too."And with this, she leaves his side, finally putting the much desired space between them. Her steps are unsteady as she makes her way over to me. When she gets close, I reach for her, gripping her around the waist, holding her upright as she falls against me.

Feeling her close to me...

Electric.

"Please, get me out of here."She whispers coarsely into my ear.

I nod, looking over her shoulder in time to see a smug smile from Marcel before he disappears into the crowd.

"Let's."

Caroline's point of View

His quick and angry pace is difficult for me to keep up with. I almost have to jog to stay close behind him.

"Wait, you're actually mad?"

As soon as these words are out of my mouth, he stops in his tracks, turning around abruptly. I come up short, almost smacking into his chest.

"You said you would wait," His voice is dark, his eyes glowering at me in the shadows of the evening light.

"Well I got bored!" I throw my hands in the air, all the adrenaline from seeing Katherine, and talking to Marcel has drained from me, leaving me tired and in no mood for a heated argument with angry Klaus. "Excuse me for not wanting to stay cooped up your house all day, while you go off, doing god knows what—"

"You think I wanted to be away from you today?"

"Well I don't know Nic, communication isn't exactly your forte!"

"First of all, don't use that name against me," He points a finger at me, pinning me with a cautioning look, "And second of all, if this is what I get for trying to protect you—"

"From what?" I yell, my voice bouncing off of the buildings surrounding us.

"It's not safe for you here—"

"Well according to the deal Katherine tells me about, I'm pretty sure I could dance of the grave of the dead Mayer without being reprimanded, the way you've got this entire town scared shitless."

"So now it bothers you that I use my authority here to my advantage? To your advantage?" He's throwing his hands around, running them through his hair, his entire façade' completely demolished to the ground as I watch this livid man in front of me unravel.

"No it bothers me that you treat me like a child!"

"In this town Sweetheart, you are." His patronising tone is infuriating.

"Then why did you invite me!?"

"Because I can't—" His enraged voice cuts out abruptly, his words breaking off, as if he's stopped himself from saying something terrible. Something he doesn't want me to hear.

I cross my arms over my chest.

"What?" My voice is curt, calm, and ready to burst at the seams with frustration—but I hold it back, and breathe deep.

He shakes his head, turning back around and resuming his unnecessarily fast pace.

"Okay no," I hurry after him, trying to match his angry footsteps with my own, but I'm not as good at rage as he is. "You are not allowed to do this, tell me! If it's so terrible and wrong, why am I here?" I jog after him, catching his jacket sleeve. "Why—"

"Because when I'm not with you, I lose control!" He's holding my arms tightly, shaking me a little with every word. "I can't think straight! I'm constantly in a state of unease. I become forgetful and thoughtless and brutal."

"And that's my fault!?" I shrug him off, pushing his chest a little; putting space between us.

"You've made me weak."

"Yeah, well you've made me strong! And that pisses you off!" I shout back, crossing my arms stubbornly.

He stares at me, wordlessly; we watch each other in the dim light.

"Is this about something else?" I murmur, my eyes searching his for evidence of something else, anything that might be causing such anger. "Tell me what's wrong..."

He doesn't say a word.

That I night, when I'm lying in bed, I watch the light in his study. I wait for him to come to me, kiss me. I watch the light until my heavy eyelids can't stay open any longer, and I drift off into a cold and lonely sleep.