Klaus fancied her? Or at least he had before she'd given him a piece of her mind.

He thought she was beautiful…..strong…..full of light.

He wanted to take her places.

Wait, hold the phone on that. Not just places. He wanted to show her the world.

Rome…Paris….Tokoyo to be specific. Or at least those were the places he'd described to her while wearing that stupid, magnetic grin with his puppy dog eyes all full of tender amusement and adoration.

WHAT THE HELL?

Stupid, charming, original vampire! Who the hell did he think he was? Tearing this town apart, hurting the people she cared about the most, showing an utter disrespect for the sanctity of human life, and then waltzing on in to her life acting all chivalrous and noble as he tried to woo her like a 18th century gentleman.

It doesn't work that way. The world does not work that way. It couldn't work that way. Psychotic killers didn't become captivating suitors overnight. That's just crazy. It didn't even happen in the movies.

Tyler. She needed to call Tyler. She needed him to come home and kiss her till she was dizzy. She needed him to save her from whatever this…this…UHG! She didn't even know what to call it.

This "whatever" with Klaus.

She picked up her phone and calmly dialed his number. Always keep your composure. That was rule number one of surviving in this crazy, horror-flick of a town.

"Tyler, it's me," she started as if that wasn't obvious.

"Look, I'm grateful for what you are doing," and she was. She knew how excruciating the transition was. She'd been with him the first time, literally holding him together as the bones of his body broke underneath her, not from her force but from the inner beast clawing to break free. So, to think of him out there, alone, putting himself through that over and over. It was almost too much to bear, "but I miss you and I really wish you were here."

And that was it. She didn't know what else to say. What else could she say? "Oh, and by the way. You know, Klaus. The epitome of psychotic, bad-ass, villains…well he fancies me."

Yeah. NOT!

She set her phone down and let out a much needed sigh when she saw the small, black box with a white-ribbon in the mirror. She quickly rose in disbelief and walked over to grab it. Not gently, but with great irritation. What the hell?

"Seriously?" she exclaimed shaking her head, "Just give up already."

He'd done way too many terrible things for her to even consider giving him a chance. Sure, he was fascinating. She couldn't deny it. There was so much depth to him. And not just figuratively, but when you looked in his eyes, he just kept going on forever. There were layers of mystery, and pain, and beauty. Something that you no doubt collect after over a thousand years of existence. But all of that paled in comparison to the monster he had proven himself to be. As he drained Aunt Jenna and Elena of their life on an alter for his own self-fish gain. As he took Stephen's humanity and as he kept Tyler as a sired slave, he was a fiend.

She threw the black box on the bed as she began to unroll the paper it held inside. What was with the boxes with the white ribbons anyway? What, first a Cinderella ball complex and now a Phantom of the Opera tie a ribbon around your gift to show my creepy affection complex.

Another sigh.

The page smoothed to reveal a sketch of her and a horse. Caroline's breath hitched slightly. It was beautiful and unexpected. But, what made this gesture so exquisite was the message written in elegant script in the bottom right corner of the page.

Thank you for your honesty, Klaus.

If her heart could beat it would have been purring. She felt flush. What, what did this mean?

Stupid, charming, original vampire! Who the hell did he think he was? Tearing this town apart, hurting the people she cared about the most, showing an utter disrespect for the sanctity of human life, and then waltzing on in to her life all vulnerable, and sincere, and sweet, and …. undeniably human.

It wasn't fair. The world didn't work this way. Bad people are bad. Good people are good. Those are the camps. Bad people aren't good people. Bad people can't be good people. Bad people don't just become good people without lots of effort. I mean like colossal, enormous, Mt. Everest and the Great Wall of China combined amounts of effort. Months, or years, or decades of effort.

She looked at the note again, and knew exactly what this meant. He wasn't going to give up. Klaus fancied her, and to him it was as simple as that.

She hated herself for feeling pleased.