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"Klaus I'm not exactly thrilled with these arrangement either okay?" I stare out the windshield into the night, narrowing my eyes as we pass under the bright street lights on the way to the Lockwood Estate.

He says nothing, only grips the wheel hard with his right hand, while leaning on the door, rubbing his forehead agitatedly with this left.

"Look, it's not like I want to stay at my ex boyfriends house with my other ex boyfriend while everyone's trying to protect me from some psychopathic vampires programmed to kill me, who may or may not even show up!" my voice is sounding too loud for the small car.

"Christ." Klaus closes his eyes, rubbing his hand across his face, as if only now recognizing the ridiculousness of the situation. If I wasn't so worried and annoyed, it might actually be amusing.

I bite my lip, not knowing how to continue, or respond to this dark mood. Over the past few weeks I've witnessed happy Klaus, sad Klaus, frustrated Klaus... It's been a while since I've seen; Dark, angry, brooding Klaus.

Pulling into the long drive, I tense up. It's been a long while since I was here last...

XXX

"Caroline please. Say something." Tyler is pleading, his hands reaching to find mine. Before I can think about it, I'm recoiling from his touch. Taking an unsteady step backward.

The hurt in his eyes in plain, almost mirroring mine.

"What..." I try, but my voice is chocked. I clear it and try again. "What do you want me to say?"

"...Tell me you don't hate me." He begs, taking a step towards me once again, this time I let him get close to me, taking my hand in both of his.

I blink, the tears beading on my lashes before I feel one fall down my cheek.

So this is what being cheated on feels like...

Forcing myself to look up from where I've been staring at a fixed point on his chest, I meet his eyes. He looks tormented. But why? Because he made a mistake? Because he feels guilty? How dare he steel my hurt—Why should he be allowed to be the victim? But somehow, even as I say these words, I feel numb to them.

The anger isn't there yet, and I know it will be, all I feel now... Is nothing.

"I don't hate you."

XXX

"You have to go." I whisper against his lips. The wooden railing along the deck of the Lockwood mansion presses against my back as Klaus leans into me. His fingers tangle in my curls, his thumb pressing my jaw so it tilts up towards him, urging me closer, and my lips to part. Keeping me magnetized to his touch.

"No," He says, a sort of conviction in his voice, sounding almost irate, he runs kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, igniting my every nerve.

I slide my hands up his back, feeling his muscles contract at my touch, and into his hair, tugging gently. He moans; a primal sound, as I drag his mouth back to mine eagerly. He moves into me; his knee parting my legs slightly, the denim of his jeans brushing against the bare skin on my inner thigh as my skirt rides up a few inches with his friction.

His mouth possess mine, somehow making it do whatever his demands. Manipulating my tongue with his own, causing pleasure to radiate through the pit of my stomach, making me quiver.

"Klaus," I try to inject the same fervour into my voice, but his mouth burns beautifully against the skin of my throat and instead it comes out breathy and weak "I need to go inside." I move away, my mind instantly becoming clearer the second his lips fall from my skin.

"I'll come." His hot breath is on my cheek as his hand cups my jaw, keeping me as close as I'll allow.

I laugh breathlessly, pressing my palm against his chest, moving us both away from the railing. He barely moves, keeping my body flush against his. "You can try, but I doubt the man of the house would invite you in."

He looks agitated now.

"Hey. This is just temporary." I assure him, but his eyes narrow a little at my mention of Matt. "Believe me I would rather come home with you..." I wrap my arms around his waist, and bury my face in his neck. A few minutes go by before he returns my embrace. His hesitance is unwelcome, but expected.

"Mmmm..." I sigh into his shoulder, feeling at complete ease; surprising, given the circumstances.

"Hey Caroline," Matt's voice comes from the doorway and I pull away from instinct; putting space between Klaus and I. Matt's holding a cordless phone in his hand, covering the mouth piece with his thumb. "You're mom is on the phone." His voice gets quieter as he realises he's walked in on a intimate scene, he looks uncomfortable, but not shocked.

I nod, looking but up at Klaus I lift myself on my tiptoes, taking his face in my hands, I place a kiss on his lips. I feel my mouth twitch into a smile as he quirks an eyebrow at my brazenness in front of Matt. I slip around him, trailing my hand across his stomach as I pass. I feel his abdomen as he sighs against my fingertips; the sound is a mixture of breathlessness from the horney moment, and gloom. The warmth of him lingers on my skin as we fall away from each other.

"Thanks Matt," I smile at him, and take the phone. He looks slightly stunned, but un-offended.

I'm surprised when Matt doesn't immediately follow me back into the house, and I glace behind me at Klaus; leaning against the railing, looking at Matt with slightly narrowed eyes and an unreadable expression. I wonder briefly if it's perfectly safe to leave the two of them on their own together. But the thought is fleeting, and I press the phone to my ear, walking into the familiar Lockwood living room.

"Hey mom," I breathe into the phone, sinking into the nearest chair.

"Caroline," She gasps, relief flooding her tone, and flowing through the phone. "Stefan called me and told me everything! I was so worried, I couldn't get a hold of you yesterday."

"I'm fine," I assure her, rubbing the bridge of my nose with my index finger and thumb, not wanted to talk about the accident again. Knowing her words will echo those of Bonnie Bennett. "It looked like a close call, but Klaus got there in time—"

"A close call?" She sounds alarmed now. I sit up straighter in my chair.

Uh oh.

"Mom, how much did Stefan tell you...?"

"He told me an old acquaintance of the Michaelson's was in town, and that they wanted you to stay at a house he couldn't get into, as a precaution. It that not the truth?"

I'm almost relieved to find out she doesn't know the whole truth. The last thing I want to do now is rehash last night's events to my worried mother. Knowing how much she dislikes the thought of Klaus and I already.

"Yes, it is." I lie, breathing a sigh and relaxing into the chair once again. "Last night I got scared, but everything is fine now."

"Oh honey, why don't you just come home?" She pleads.

"Mom," I close my eyes, resting my head against the soft cushions; "I can't keep putting you in danger. I'm sorry. I just—" I shake my head, "I'm going to stay here for a while. It's only a precaution, nothing's happening for certain." In the silent moment it takes her to answer, I hear voices out on the porch.

Matt and Klaus?

I stand from my place on the comfortable chair, and take a few steps toward the front door. The voices quiet.

"Just, be careful, okay?"

"Of course mom," I assure her, "I'll call you tomorrow, I promise."

"Caroline, I love you." She sounds just as worried as before, and almost as tired as I feel.

"I love you too, goodnight." I wait for her to say it back before pressing the red button on the phone. I peek towards the front door, it's still opened wide, and though I can't hear anything, I know Klaus is still out there. Unwilling to leave me alone here I'm sure.

I here movement near the kitchen, and turn the corner, seeing Matt as he's turning off the last of the lights.

"Hey," I say, crossing my arms and leaning against the door jam.

He looks sideway at me, giving me a tight smile, and tucking his right hand in the pocket of his hoodie.

"Thanks again Matt," I say, noticing his look of mild discomfort. "I know this isn't ideal..."

"Don't worry about it Care," This time, the smile he offers is more genuine. "You gonna be okay in the guest room?" The room goes dark as he flicks the last switch, and the only light now comes from the front entry. His face looks dim, and the shadows that cross it make him look tired.

I nod and smile, "Of course," Slipping my arms around his waist, I give him a quick hug. He only returns it with a one armed embrace, keeping his right hand tucked firmly in his pocket.

I can't understand his standoffish persona, but I don't push it.

"Goodnight," He nods, and slips around me, heading for the grand staircase.

"Night," I say quietly, standing in the doorway another moment before pushing off of the frame, and silently making my way back to the porch.

Klaus is leaning against the railing; when he hears me come to the door, he glances up at me through his lashes, looking slightly guilty.

I cross my arms.

"You have to go," I shake my head, his body stiffens. "I have to get some sleep, and you have a lot of explaining to do to Elijah."

He's rigid for another second, before his tenseness seems to melt away, and he comes close to me.

Knowing his game, and his ability to intoxicate me with his touch and his lips, and take a small step backwards into the house. He pauses as I become out of reach. His eyes burning into mine, as if luring me in.

I bite my lip hard, feeling the tension as this invisible barrier comes between us.

XXX

"We're the same Caroline," He whispers. I feel his breath on my face as he steps close. The spell that Bonnie put on Elena's living room is still in effect, but I can practically feel my body being pulled towards him. Draw by curiosity, and lust, and the beautiful; sweet, fear of the unknown.

"Then show me," I say back, my voice shaking slightly. I know the spell prohibits him coming any closer, but it's as if my body expects him to. Like a craving. And when he doesn't, I feel something very near disappointment. "Show me your compassion..."

XXX

Gauging my reaction to his proximity, watching me keenly, he comes as close as his uninvited self will allow.

Reaching out, warning in my eyes, I slowly slide my arms across his shoulders, and around his neck, leaning towards him. He leans down, resting his forehead against mine.

"I love you," I say, closing my eyes and breathing him in.

As I am still half way inside the house and halfway out, it prohibits him from winding his arms around me, like I know he wants to. I can tell this hindrance bothers him, he growls; a deep, frustrated sound in the back of his throat as his hands skim across the bare skin between the hem of my shirt and the waist of my skirt.

Good. If he could reciprocate my embrace, I'm not sure I would be able to let him go.

"I like the way that sounds," He breathes, this breath mixing with mine.

"Mmm, me too..." I hint.

I open my eyes, watching his mouth twitch with amusement. Hating how I hang off each word he speaks... If he only knew what that smirk did to me...

Taking my face in his hands, he pulls away a few inches, looking me in the eyes with an amount of tenderness I wasn't sure he was able to manifest.

"I've loved you, Caroline Forbes... Since the night you walked out on me at my own party," There's an edge of humor in his voice as I recall the night he showed me his art for the first time, the night I threw his gifted bracelet at his feet and stormed out. The dim light catches the diamonds on the very same bracelet that now rests on my wrist that's draped around his shoulders, twinkling brightly.

His hands slide around my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair, demanding my eyes meet his again.

"And I will spend the rest of my life trying to understand every part of you."

"You don't connect with people, because you don't even try to understand them..."

I bite the inside of my lip, unable to think of something to say. My heart is melting, sliding down to my toes, causing my legs to shake. He's taken my words with his own, stealing any hopes of forming a complete sentence.

I let out a wobbly breath, pulling myself close enough to place small kisses across his jaw. Turning his face swiftly, he captures my bottom lip between his. I groan, feeling my willpower begin to crumble as his teeth slide ever-so-subtly across my lip.

"Goodnight," I say, my voice rough with the thick emotion built up in my throat.

"Sweet Dreams Caroline." He says, his hands falling from my body as I retreat inside the house. Scratching his eyebrow with his thumb, he shifts his weight, looking as if I'm putting him through physical pain as I reach for the door, "I'll see you tomorrow," He says, it's less of a question and more of a command.

I smile, resting my head on the side of the door, my eyelids drooping with exhaustion.

"Of course you will."