A/N: Don't even know what to say, sorry for my loooong absence, there really isn't any excuse.

This is a very short chapter, I just wanted to give you something…fast. I hope you like it even though it's not a lengthy one.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in The Vampire Diaries

Caroline had from the moment they first met, seemed to be the type of person you could trust. She was so loyal, kindhearted, pure and brutally honest, and those were only a few of the qualities she possessed that he enjoyed and appreciated.

In addition to that, he had always considered her to be a girl who kept her word. At least when it came to friends, family and other things she cared about. Sure she probably indulged in a little white lie from time to time, who didn't?

But could he trust her?

Being able to trust someone other than himself was not an easy task. The fear of being double-crossed and stabbed in the back had haunted him for so many centuries, it still did, and with good reason.

When it came to her promise to him, he hadn't expected her to follow through, because her loyalty didn't lie with him. So, suffice it to say he was quite taken aback when she kept her word.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her; every feature of her face right now was completely mesmerizing, intoxicating and utterly beautiful. He had noticed the way her tongue had glided over her teeth, like massaging them, desperately seeking some comfort for the unpleasantness that had started.

She had closed her eyes for a split second and when opening them again they had a much more toned down yet distinct shade. The darkness in them pulled his curiosity to the edge, he wanted more, needed more.

Her lips slightly parted as veins started to spread down from under her eyes; he could tell she found it difficult to keep her mouth closed as her predatory teeth was unleashed. He half expected her to try; instead she shot her mouth wide open, hissing at him.

- She was magnificent.

The rain continued to pour down; trailing over her face and the second it came into contact with her skin it was almost like smoke started to materialize as a result of cold hitting warm. Her breathing was heavy, like she had been running for hours and hours. He could tell she enjoyed what she was, she liked being a vampire. Ageless. Fearless.

He wanted to touch her face carefully, wanted to tell her in silence how utterly beautiful she was, wanted to stand there for a while just to look at her; instead he acted on impulse – as he so often did.

He kissed her, not her lips but her neck, knowing that when she was in this kind of state that was what she would appreciate the most. And she did.

When his lips came into contact with the exposed skin on her neck she couldn't help but let a soft moan escape her lips as her head fell back and he followed. The rain was now dripping inside her open mouth, creating a perfect kind of comforting sensation to her overheated insides. His lips were on one side of her neck and on the other side he used one of his hands to keep her in place.

He could both hear and feel her heart pounding away from underneath her chest.

She didn't touch him, she didn't even move….

He began to move his kisses further up, over her jaw and cheeks, closing in on her lips as he pulled her head up to meet his. He expected her features to have returned to normal, but to his surprise….she hadn't let it go yet.

He scanned her face once again, looked deep into her eyes – seeking some kind of confirmation that it was okay if he actually kissed her. Contemplating on it over and over again inside his head he came to the conclusion that he really didn't care…he wanted her so he took her, knowing that she wouldn't reject him…