Chapter Three
Klaus walked into his room after sending Caroline back home. His eyes landed on the red spot of Caroline's blood that was still on the carpet, and that's when he broke. His hand went to the lamp that sat on the desk, and he sent it into the wall, watching it shatter into a million pieces. This isn't what he wanted, none of it. She ruined everything. He wasn't supposed to care. Especially not about some blond baby vampire. The trecherous voice in the back of his head felt the need to point out how unbelievably happy he was when he realized she was still alive. It also reminded him of how much he hated that she no longer fought him.
What was it about that girl that drove him insane, literally. He was more impulsive than ever when she was just in the room. She messed with his head, and he ws sick of it. This way would be good. This way she could have no affect on him. Could she?
Looking around the room and seeing the things he had destroyed without even realizing it, he saw the answer to his own question. Yes, she most definitely could.
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Caroline finally arrived at her house, only to be severely disappointed when she couldn't get in. "Seriously?" She groaned taking a seat on her front steps. Deciding wether she would wait for her mother to get home, which god knows when, or go find her friends. Not that she could tell them anything, what was she supposed to do? How would she explain not being able to get into her house. It would be simple to just pass it off as something else they needed to figure out. Now though she had to be reinvited into everywhere, and if they did somehow find out about her being hybrid, she doubted she was getting those invites.
She yawned, there was one place she knew she didn't need an invitation to enter. Caroline smirked before darting off to the salvatores, besides that would be helpful for the whole figure out if they're planning anything as well. Hopefully she could be discreet, though she had never really been good at that.
She arrived at there house in a matter of minutes, knocking on the door, she found that they weren't home. Not that she really cared. She opened the door and collapsed on the couch, too exhausted to find somwhere better to sleep. She was asleep the second her eyes closed.
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"Caroline?" A voice called.
Her eyes opened slowly to the confused expression of Damon Salvatore. Looking around it took her a minute to remember why she was there.
"Whatchya' doin blondie?" He asked backing away from her slightly.
"What?"
"What are you doing here?" A voice she recognized as Stefans said behind her.
"I-I can't get into my house..." She said nervously, hoping they would buy her story of having no idea why. If she couldn't keep the hybrid situation from them she doubted she would be of any use to Klaus again, and they would probably revisit the situation from this morning. Caroline felt a painful pang in her heart at that thought. He had lied to her, he never cared, he wasn't as different as she thought. He just said whatever he could to get her into bed, just to prove that he could. Somehow she wasn't as angry as she should be at him.
"What do you mean?" Stefan asked stepping around so he was in front of her.
"I don't know!" She exclaimed trying to sell her little clueless act. "I just went home and I couldn't get through the door." Collapsing back into the couch, she sighed exasperatedly.
Stefan and Damon shared a glance of confusion before turning back to her. "Well where's the sherrif?"
"Again, I don't know, not at home apparently."
Damon smirked. "Well, I'm not saying you have to go home, but you can't stay here." He said opening the door.
Caroline frowned and glared at him.
"Damon stop. Caroline you can stay here until you find your mom, it's fine." Stefan said shooting Damon a warning look, which made him scowl, but he closed the door none the less. Caroline stuck her tounge out at Damon and smiled as soon as Stefans back was turned, which only got her a glare in return before he sighed making his way toward the stairs.
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Klaus went to her house, just to see her. Not that he would make his presence known, he did not want her to know how weak he really was, but when he arrived he found there was no Caroline. It didn't take him long to realize she had gone to the Salvatores. He looked through the window at her sitting and talking, laughing with Stefan. Why did that bother him so much? Why did he want them to stop so much. Why did he just want to throw Stefan through the nearest wall. Why did it seem that since he killed Caroline his feelings her had multiplied.
Whatever it was he wanted Caroline to himself. He didn't like her enjoying Stefan's company, it was supposed to be him. He narrowed his eyes knowing exactly what he had to do. He knew how to make it so no one would ever trust Caroline again.
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