Phew! **Wipes sweat from brow** Well I'm glad you all liked the last chapter! It was something different than I've ever done, and I hope I did it justice. To answer the newly asked question: No, I have never read 50 Shades of Grey, though I've been meaning to! Is it good? Apparently there were some similarities in my writing. If so, cool! But it is mere coincidence! I shall take it as a compliment :)

Also, don't expect every chapter/love scene to be so in depth! Lol but I will try and throw in a few here and there...

Also! I'm currently traveling around the UK! My updates probably wont be very frequent, but I am still going to try and keep up with it best I can J

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I lift my head from the pillow; my body feels heavy and tired. I take a deep breath, and stretch.

Okay, ouch. I'm stiff.

Instinctively I reach out behind me, my fingers tailing across the sheets, searching.

Grabbing hold of him, the hairs of his forearm tickle my palm. I smile, keeping my eyes closed, I pull myself towards him. My back to his chest, enveloped in his warmth. He stirs mildly, his arm tightening around my middle, crushing my against him in his slumber, fitting my body against his perfectly.

I will myself to join him, fall back into a deep sleep, and maybe wake up without this fuzzy head or sore muscles. Though I suppose both are my own doing... And Klaus's.

Sleep evades me, just as it did early this morning. I sigh, glancing over my shoulder at Mr. Sleeping Beauty. He looks his relaxed, young, carefree self in this kind of silent moment. Lacing my fingers with his hand that wraps snugly around my waist, I bring it to my lips, brushing a feather soft kiss across the back of his hand.

"Mmm..." He murmurs incoherently in his sleep, and I smile. Turning around to face him, I brush my thumb across his temple. His eye lids twitch as he's pulled out of his slumber, I watch him wake up.

"Morning." I say quietly.

"Hhhm." Okay, awake is a strong word for what he is.

Leaning forward I press a kiss to the corner of his lips, greeted with the subtlest of response.

"You do realise, though I am, the most powerful man in the world, I do require more than eight minutes of sleep." His voice is thick with sleep, and his eyes remain closed.

I bite a smile, "Old man." My hand slips down his bare chest, making a trail past his navel. Suddenly my hand is in his vise grip, though it doesn't appear he's moved at all.

"Ruthless." He grumbles, and I giggle.

"Coffee?" I murmur, pressing my lips to his neck.

"Mmm.." That sounds mildly like a yes.

I roll my eyes, slowly slipping out from the covers. My skin feels cold with the absence of his touch. I look down at the floor. My crumpled boots lay in a heap next to my very shredded tights, my sweater in a wrinkled pile near the door.

Talk about an outfit worthy of the walk of shame.

Easing off the bed, I walk over to the dresser where my things used to be kept. The drawer now empty, as I took my things to Matt's house the night of the attack. I curse myself now for not thinking ahead, and leaving at least one outfit behind.

Wandering into the large closet, the lower rack hardly filled with sweaters, and t-shirts. No one could accuse him of being a clothes horse. Flicking on the light, I run my hands across the different fabrics. All the colours are neutral—grays moving into charcoals, which flow into blacks and navies.

At the back of the closet, he has a few sports jackets; two draped carelessly across the rod instead of hanging neatly with the others. In the corner hangs a tux.

It smells like Klaus in here...

Pulling a soft, baggy, v-neck sweater from a hanger, I slip it over my head. The fabric feels good quality, and it's surprisingly warm, as the hem hands across the middle of my butt, and the sleeves reach my fingertips.

Making my way back into the bedroom, I find my hastily discarded underwear on the floor next to the bed. I slip into them, feeling warmth blossom in my chest and cheeks as I recall how they came off...

He has fallen back asleep, and I can't stand to wake him again. Glancing once again at his unfinished painting, it doesn't look like he got much sleep before I got here... or after. My grin is interrupted by my stomach growling loudly. I check the time; 9:20 AM.

Leaving the room, I run my fingers through my tangled, straight hair; taming it into a low bun at the nape of my neck.

I pad to the kitchen in my bare feet; the cool morning air pricking my naked legs. I find minimal food—a loaf of bread, cheese and eggs, and even a takeaway container for the grill. It hits me again what a normal, and somewhat even life these people lead, while they tear through the town like a tornado, flipping all of our lives upside down. I think briefly that the reason his cupboards aren't filled with food, is because they get a much superior nutritional source elsewhere...

I push that thought from my mind as I press the button on the coffee machine, taking two mugs from the cupboard— He's a vampire Caroline. He never said he would change...Plus you know how jealous you are that he does it so easily. Will being a vampire ever come so easy to me?

Sitting down at the kitchen island, I wait for my toast to pop. Pulling the newspaper towards me I begin to flip through it mindlessly. I come across a picture of a little girl at the park, her mother pushing her on a swing. I smile, remembering seeing the same picture a few weeks ago, thinking it was adorable.

I pause, mid flip; turning back to the picture, I frown. This is the same picture I saw a few weeks ago.

Closing the paper, I skim the front page for the date. Sure enough—this paper is from nearly three months ago. Quickly flipping through the rest of the pages, I scan them for anything interesting enough to keep for weeks and weeks.

Why would he—

My thought comes to an abrupt halt when I land on the page of obituaries. A circle in black ink stands out boldly on the page; 'Rita Major; beloved daughter & friend. She will be greatly missed'

The girl that Stefan was talking to at the Lockwoods? The one that Silas killed? Why has he saved this?

The toaster pops, causing me to jump and nearly fall off the barstool. I close the paper, and pull the toast from the toaster with my fingertips. Buttering it quickly, I take a bite—

Klaus saunters into the kitchen at this moment. Wearing nothing but the same pants from last night, only they are cuffed multiple times at the hem. I smile through my chewing.

"Sleepy." I greet him.

"Beautiful." He says back, his voice still sounding as if he's half asleep. Walking up behind me, he winds his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. Who is this man? So unbelievably unpredictable. It's wonderful and terrifying at the same time.

I smile, curling into him; I feel his chest rise and fall against my spine, my breakfast forgotten.

"You're in a better mood." I say, turning towards him, and wrapping my arms around his neck.

Without a word, he pulls my mouth to his. It's unyielding and intense. Pressing my hips into the counter, he leans into me, feeling him against me, throwing shivers through the pit of my stomach.

Gathering a handful of his sweater that hangs around my hips, he pulls me closer. His long fingers wrap around the back of my thigh, pulling me up, and setting me on the island; the cool countertop chills my exposed skin.

I wrap my legs around his hips, fitting my mouth to his.

The sound of a car pulling up in the driveway, breaks the moment. His mouth falling from mine, we're both gasping.

Frowning at him in confusion, I push against his chest, he reluctantly steps back. Sliding off of the counter, I walk towards the front door, poking my head around the wall.

"Unbelievable!" Bonnie steps through the door, pistols blazing, throwing her hands in the air. My eyes widen in shock.

Shiiiiiit.

"Do you know how worried we've been!?" Actually I hadn't even thought of how my disappearance would affect them... I suck as a friend! Feeling a guilty wave wash over me, I set my toast down. The coffee maker gurgles behind me, and I stare back at Bonnie, shifting uncomfortably under her expectant look.

Why do I feel like a child who's just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar? Oh right. Because I am.

I hear more voices now, coming from the living room. I'm having flash backs of three days ago—standing in the Michaelson's living room, agreeing to this ridiculous plan. I kick myself internally.

That's right Caroline, you agreed to it, and now you're the one breaking the rules. Well done, would you like a round of applause?

"Thank God," I hear Elena as she hears our conversation in the next room. Wow, they were really freaked.

Slipping around Bonnie and her death glare, I go to the living room. Elena and Stefan are in the living room, both of them looking to me frantically when I enter the room, cursing myself for not putting on more clothes.

"Hey—"

"What were you thinking!?" Elena bursts out, "We thought something had happened to you!"

"I'm sorry," I say quickly, "I couldn't sleep and I was scared and..." I shrug, completely running out of excuses.

Stefan walks in, frowning at me, "What the hell?"

I pull at the hem of Klaus's sweater, willing it to cover more. "Look it's been days," I take a second to look at each of them. "I'm not just going to hide forever okay? I'm not going to stop living my life."

There's a beat of silence, no one saying a word. The front door opens again and I sigh heavily.

"Caroline," Matt taking three long strides to get to me, folding me in a large bear hug.

"Matt I'm so sorry," I say quickly into his shoulder, "I didn't want to worry you... I wasn't really thinking..."

"You scared the crap out of me," His tone is a mixture of anger, worry and relief.

"Sorry," I say again, all other words failing me.

"Hey," Bonnie says, she sounds mad, and we all follow her gaze to the large arch to the living room.

Klaus, leaning against the frame, his hair looking perfectly disheveled, and his hands, arms and feet are still speckled in dried paint; he's holding a coffee mug lazily at his side. His cool gaze locked hard on Matt, and his arms that are still around me. It takes Matt only a second before he drops his hands from my waist and takes a small step away from me.

Jesus what do we look like? Me standing here, wearing his clothes; Klaus looking... Like that. Glancing at Bonnie, even she takes an extra second to register this beautiful person in front of her. The kind of Klaus usually I only see.

"Glad to see we're not making a habit of these unannounced morning visits." He is obviously annoyed, his voice is cool as ice.

"Well if you two hadn't deviated from the plan, then we wouldn't all have to be frantically searching all morning." Bonnie is really angry now, stepping up closer to Klaus. He raises an eyebrow at her, an impressed edge to his expression as he watches her with a mild amusement.

"I apologise for worrying you," He looks anything but apologetic. "I feel the need to point out it was not my intention for the plan to be compromised." His eyes flicker away from hers for a seconds, meeting mine with the kind of fire that hits me in my core; that sends shivers up my spine; the good kind.

"Well you should have sent her away; don't you know how dangerous it is? I would have thought you of all people would take this seriously."

"In fact I tried," Klaus stop talking. "She can be quite persistent when she wants to be." He smiles a little, but it doesn't touch his eyes. Bonnie is glaring; steam practically rising off of her. Klaus Michaelson you are so dead.

"Bonnie," I step forward, putting a hand on her arm. She may be strong, but Klaus is stronger. "Look at me, nothing bad happened." No response, "seriously, I'm fine." My reassurance seems to calm her nerves slightly, and I relax a little.

"You put yourself in serious danger last night." She shoots at me, looking both mad and hurt.

"And you put yourself in serious danger on a regular basis," I reply, trying hard to keep my voice even and calm. "Bonnie, this place is danger." Her eyes soften slightly at my words. "I'm not going to hide. To stop living, just because I'm scared."

She says nothing, just stares back at me, as the silence in the room grows heavy.

"News flash," Damon enters the room so unexpectedly I jump. When did he get here? Stopping beside Klaus in the large archway, his eyes skim the room quickly; Checking the temperature of the mood.

Lukewarm.

Klaus closes his eyes, a look of absolute aggravation washing over his features as he takes a steady breath, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger; before opening his eyes once again. The blue burns icy cool.

"Damon," He says with fake enthusiasm. Pushing himself off of the doorframe, he claps Damon hard on the shoulder, "Please, join us. After all, this does seem to be becoming a pattern with you lot." His fingers dig in unnecessarily hard into Damon's shoulder with each word.

Shaking him off, with an uncomfortable, pained look on his face, Damon steps farther into the room, between Klaus and me; next to Stefan.

"You know that guy," He speaks only to Stefan now; "The one you were talking to at that God awful potluck, Jackson Price or whatever?"

"Prease." Stefan corrects, looking mildly intrigued...

"Who was that?"

Stefan shrugs, though I find it hard to believe he's as oblivious as he wants to seem.

"Just some guy, says he's known the Mikaelson's for years,"

"I've never seen him before," I glance in the direction the man scurried off to, but he's gone.

"Yeah, well he's outside," Damon jabs his thumb over his shoulder, towards the front door. "Looks kinda pissed," Damon shoots subtly over his shoulder at Klaus. Klaus shakes his head a little

"Didn't I have you in Europe?" He says warily, his rhetorical question coated with exasperation and something close to exhaustion. I stare back at him, pressing my lips into a line and raising my eyebrows. "How is it we always end up back in this town?" Saying this without taking his eyes off of me, he waits, as if searching for an honest-to-goodness answer. Shaking my head a little at the ridiculousness of the situation, I sigh.

"I don't know."

He waits another second, we look at each other for longer than necessary, before I quickly blink and look anywhere but.

"Door," Damon says, his voice filled with sarcasm as he quickly picks up on the tension between us.

Walking farther into the room, towards the door, he brushes past Damon. Slipping his half full coffee mug it my hands, he drops an easy kiss on my shoulder as he passes by.

My cheeks flame red, but a comfortable type of warmth floods my stomach, as he goes to the front door, leaving me in his living room with my friends, all of whom completely taken off guard.

"Be right back," I say, quickly.

Taking a drink from his coffee cup, I leave the room, heading upstairs to find my clothes.

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