So here goes chapter four, I was really disappointed in a weird way to see that Tyler didn't cheat on Caroline with Hayley, but I still don't believe there wont be something between them. And then the pictures from 4x07 were posted! I can't wait! Ok, enough stalling. This one is a darker, but still fluffy. Inspiration is from the song "Look After You" by The Fray.

Caroline stared at reflection in the large vertical three-sided mirror of the dressing room, checking for any sign of a flaw in her appearance. The gown she had for the Miss Mystic Falls pageant was being altered by one of the saleswoman, an older widowed woman named Anne, as Caroline learned. As she stood on the raised platform Caroline was struggling with her bloodlust unknown to the woman fixing her hemline. In a rush to plan the final details of the upcoming pageant, Caroline skipped her usual bag of B+ as she had woken up late after another sleepless night. Visions of Tyler and the wolf slut Hayley were constantly invading her mind and even though Tyler denied cheating on her, Caroline couldn't help feel that there was something he still wasn't telling her. As the woman kneeling below her was chattering about her new book club she had joined, Caroline tried to remain focused on her breathing the way Stefan has taught her many months ago. Inhale, exhale, and focus on something else, anything else. But all Caroline could hear was the loud beating of the woman's pulse in her neck and Caroline was beginning to loose control over her human features.

The woman looked up to Caroline and asked if the hemline was now to her liking. Nodding briskly she was counting the minutes until she could get back home and sate her thirst. As the woman was finishing up, she gasped softly. The smell of fresh blood permeated in the air and before Caroline could control herself she launched at the woman, throwing her against the wall across the room. Within a minute the woman was dead, drained completely and Caroline was across the room, her dress covered in blood. Looking at herself in the mirror, Caroline shuttered violently and began to cry hysterically. She had become a monster and had taken another innocent life. Again.

Reaching for her phone, Caroline's hands shook as she tried to scroll through her contacts, the blood on her hands was making it hard to use her iPone. She couldn't call Bonnie, she would judge her too much for giving into her nature. Elena was too new to this life to help as well, and Caroline didn't want to bother Stefan as he was dealing with the growing separation between himself and Elena. Damon was never an option. Matt would be disappointed in her and she didn't want him to see her like this, covered in blood like Sissy Spacek in Carrie. That left one person. She knew that he wouldn't judge her, at least she hoped so and she had the notion that he would never deny her help, even after she had betrayed him and his family. She hated to admit it to herself that he did put himself in harm's way twice before to save her, the first time with Alaric and then again recently with the Counsel. As her hand trembled over the green call button, she hated herself a bit for needing someone to take care of her mistake, but she couldn't do this alone. She pressed send. Holding the phone to her ear, she was surprised at how quick he answered.

"Hello sweetheart, finally decided to accept my offer?" He said cheekily as the line connected, his accent sounding a little stronger over the phone. She left out a small whimper as she realized she had no idea what to say to him. She didn't speak as words had abandoned her and she cried even harder into the device.

"Caroline?" He called, his voice lost its playfulness quickly, and now it sounded a little apprehensive and even scared.

"Help me, please," she was able to articulate through her tears.

"What's wrong? Where are you? Are you hurt?" His questions were shot off rapidly and she didn't know which one to answer first.

"I killed someone." He was deathly quiet, but then she heard the almost sigh of relief he let out.

"Where are you?" He asked gently.

"The Dress Box."

"I'll be there in five," he promised.

The line went dead and she sank low against the wall and hugged her knees to her chest, and waited. True to his word, Klaus was knocking at the door within three minutes.

"Caroline?" He called softly, his voice holding no judgment.

She crossed the room, trying not to look at the corpse on the floor and opened the door. Klaus was dressed in all black as per usual, but his face was almost impassive until he saw her. To him, she looked like a killer angel. As he took in her bloodied and wrinkled dress to her angelic face that was smeared with blood he though she never looked lovelier, but he would never tell her for fear she would find him repulsive. He moved into the room quickly, shutting the door behind him.

"I didn't know who else to call…," she began as she sank into the ottoman near the wall. "They're gonna hate me when they find out."

Taking her hands in his he sank to the floor, allowing them to be the same height. He lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him in the eyes.

"Accidents happen, love. It doesn't make you a monster," he tried to reason with her.

"It's my fault," she cried, "I didn't eat anything this morning, she would be alive if I wasn't so careless."

"You can't be perfect all the time, Caroline."

Pulling her hands, he got her to stand up. Moving his hands up to her shoulders, and then gliding them up further to cup her face, his fingers wiped away the tears and blood from her features.

"I compelled everyone in the store to leave," he stated. "My car is out back, wait for me there and I will take care of this," he nodded at the mess in the room. Caroline looked around at the carnage she had created. There were bloodstains streaked on the wall, the carpet, even the mirror. She nodded mutely and took his proffered car keys. Walking out to the front of the store, Caroline was glad to see that it was still empty of customer and employees; she didn't have the energy to compel anyone to forget her presence or state of dress. She peered out to the street as she moved to the front door, and seeing no passerby's she blurred to the back of the building.

As she sat in Klaus's SUV she was eaten up with guilt. Damon was right; straight from the vein was the best way to drink. She felt almost sick as she thought about the poor woman's whose life she had ended all because of a needle prick.

She fiddled with the ends of her dress and she also saddened that she had destroyed it in her rampage. It was a lovely soft pink gown with a sweetheart neckline and now it was spattered in red like she walked off the set of a slasher film. As the driver side door opened Caroline jumped a little, startled out of her thoughts. Klaus immediately put the car into drive after glancing over her figure again, checking to make sure she was all right. As they made their way through town, neither spoke a word to the other although each seemed to be trying to find the right words to say. As Caroline started out the window, she noticed they were headed east, away from where she lived.

"You're not taking me home?" She questioned finally breaking the silence.

"I thought you would want to get cleaned up before heading home."

Caroline forgot that it was her mother's day off and she knew she wouldn't be able to sneak back into her house in her current state of dress. As Klaus pulled into the gravel driveway of the Original Mansion and Caroline couldn't help but feel nervous. The last time she was in this house she had shared a few intimate moments with Klaus, moments that she wished she could forget. As he opened the door for her to get out of the car, Caroline couldn't help but comment on his home.

"I enjoy art in all forms, even architecture," Klaus said leading her through the front door.

"You designed the house?" Caroline inquired he led her up the marble stairs.

Klaus smiled at her softly rather than answering, his face seemed bashful as if he was slightly embarrassed. Caroline couldn't understand why, the house was designed flawless taste. Pushing open another door, Caroline followed Klaus into what he assumed was his bedroom. The room was a dark golden shade accented by black and white furnishings. Stopping at the doorway she couldn't help but admire his taste again, and the fact that she was alone with him in his bedroom gave her a flutter of nerves. Klaus was rummaging through his dresser and pulled out a black t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. He handed her the clothes and with a gentle hand on her back guided her to another door.

"Take as much time as you need, when you're done come find me downstairs," he said quietly and without another word, disappeared from the room. Caroline moved into the bathroom and immediately shut the door, and locked it. She turned, and sliding against the solid oak door began to cry once again.

Downstairs in the den, Klaus could hear her quiet sobbing and it tore at his dead heart. He moved to his unfinished easel with a glass of bourbon and sat down. The canvas in front of him was a mixture of dark shades of red, black, and blue. It was an angry piece he had started a few weeks ago after Caroline's betrayal. As Klaus heard the water start to run upstairs he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Taking a gulp of his drink he grabbed his brush and began again. Yellow. That's what his painting needed, sunshine in the darkness.

Caroline wasted no time scrubbing her body once her entered the shower. It was an intimidating modern structure with numerous nozzles and buttons. As soon as she figured out how to turn it on, she watched as the evidence of her weakness swirled down the drain until it ran clear. Whether it was five minutes or twenty-five, Caroline knew she needed to get out of the shower when the water began to get cold. After drying herself off with an oversized towel, Caroline pulled on the clothes Klaus left her. The shirt was incredibly soft and smelled like him: a mixture of earth, woods, and a rich spice that she couldn't figure out. The sweat pants were a little too big on her, but when she rolled up the pant legs, she was able to walk in them. Running a towel and then a comb she found in a drawer through her hair, Caroline decided she had stalled enough. She walked back down the stairs, her bare feet barely making a sound on the cold marble floor.

While Klaus had told her to come find him, she felt insecure about poking around in the rooms. A noise however, solved her dilemma and following the sound she found herself in an airy kitchen. When she entered, Klaus's back was turned from her as he was pouring water from a kettle into a ceramic mug.

"Tea, love?" He asked tentatively gazing at her appearance. Seeing her dressed in his clothes was a pleasing site to him.

"Yes, please," she said as she sat at the breakfast bar. He nodded and pulled out another mug from the cabinet.

"English breakfast alright?" She nodded with a smile. Of course he would drink that. She accepted her mug from him and they lapsed into another silence, however this one was more comfortable. They drank their tea in silence and instead of addressing the elephant in the room, the talked about everything and anything else. Before Caroline had noticed it was getting late, and she needed to return home.

Klaus dropped her off at her house, promising to deliver her car before she had school in the morning. As Caroline made her way into the house she realized that in her entire afternoon with Klaus he had shown her a side that made her regret her past actions against him even more. After collapsing into her bed, Caroline slept through the night in a thankfully dreamless state. When she rose in the morning she looked out her window to see her car parked in the driveway. As she finished off her makeup, Caroline decided that she needed to put the incident at the dress shop behind her. She had learned her lesson and knew that Klaus was right about everybody making mistakes. As she opened the driver's side door she saw a large black box sitting on her seat. Pulling off the lid, she gasped softly seeing a beautiful golden gown inside the tissue. There was a card as well.

"Something this beautiful deserves to be seen on someone worthy of its beauty" – Klaus

Her face broke out into a smile and this time she was not mad at his attempt to woo her. Scribbling a message on the back of an old test she drove to the Original mansion with haste. After slipping her message underneath the door Caroline hurried back to her car and headed to school.

As Klaus moved the front door to check for mail, he noticed a folder piece of paper on the floor. Scanning the lines, he broke out into a grin. He raced up the stairs for his keys and wallet almost knocking down Rebekah in his haste.

"Where's the fire?" She demanded as he returned back down the stairs. She angrily crossed her arms and gave him her a patented glare.

"Got to get a tux for a pageant."

Throwing his sister a wink, Klaus disappeared into the daylight.

Not so sure how I feel about this one. Read and Review? Xoxo

Caroline's pink dress:

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Caroline's new dress:

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