CHAPTER 1;

This is Caroline, I can't get to my phone right now, please leave a message.

That was the fourth time in an hour that Klaus had decided to leave me messages. They all started out the same:

"Hello, Caroline, it's Klaus, just wanted to see if you got home okay, I was pondering on a couple of things, I'd like for you to call me back if you would."

"Klaus again?" Elena asked me, as she fiddled with my television remote. I faked a smile and nodded. She knew he was trying to get in touch with me after our small talks. "What does he want, Caroline?" she questioned me coldly.

She never has had feelings for Klaus, like the ones to like a person. I seemed to though. I just feel like I understood him a little bit. Now, the understanding didn't happen a lot, but occasionally, he got off his high horse, and showed his humanity.

"I don't know, probably one of his little games," I spitted out. I assumed of course. He seems to always be trying to screw someone in his pathway.

The noise from my cell phone began to ring. I looked down at it. I saw his name blink; he had snuck his house phone number into my phone at the night he visited me in my time of woe.

I hated to admit it, but he saved me. He saved me from death, which made me feel like he should mean something to me.

"Please, Caroline-" he started off as I answered it, placing the phone to my ear. "Please what, Klaus? I'm not attracted to these games you are playing. I can't even think of one reason to trust you."

It was exactly like that stupid dance I went to the other night. We danced and he complimented me every chance he could. It was flattering, after all the trouble I've been having with boys, he knew exactly what to say to me.

It's like he knew what had happened, and how to make it better for me. In a way, I appreciated it.

He wanted to even take me anywhere I wanted to; it sounded perfect, but I pushed him away cruelly. I should've not done that to him that night. Klaus was always in my head: his requests for me to go places with him.

He was dead quiet. I knew I probably said it the wrong way or he just didn't want to answer me back.

"Well, then explain why," he whispered softly. Myself in turn was silent. I could only squeeze a couple of words out to demand what his requests were. "Klaus, just please tell me what you want." I asked him.

"It must be something important," I said to myself.

"I'd like to take you to dinner Friday," he whispered. "What? You don't eat..." I raised my eyebrow while speaking to him-confused.

"I just wanted a reason to talk to you," he replied. I sighed. "Fine, Klaus, if it will make you happy enough to leave me alone," I replied.

I wanted to admit that I was annoyed by his persistence, but at the same time. He is the first person who's ever chased after me when I needed to be chased after.

Klaus' POV;

"What is your problem, Niklaus?" my sister questioned my whereabouts when I had hung up the phone with Caroline.

"Nothing, Rebekah," I whispered walking through the mansion ignoring all my brothers and my one sister.

She followed me straight to my bedroom were I then plopped himself down on my lounge chair. "What is the matter with you, and who were you talking to?"

"Just a girl," I continued speaking to her in the same tone. "What is your deal, do you have a thing with someone-wait, it's that Caroline girl isn't?" Rebekah frowned, not approving of the idea of Klaus and Caroline together.

"And what if it is, Rebekah? You have no say so in my life, especially my love life."

Rebekah just sneered and went on her way, but before she did; she stopped to imply her two cents to the conversation. "Be careful with that one, Niklaus, she seems like trouble."

Trouble?

Caroline seemed to not have an ounce of a troubling spirit in her even in her transformation from human to immortal.

When Friday came around, Rebekah was shocked to see the way I was dressed up. "Where are you going?" she demanded. "I'm going to see Caroline, and take her out," I replied simply fixing his tie to make it presentable.

"Why are you so obsessive about impressing this girl?" Rebekah asked. She had already been consumed with irritation. I could see the anger forming in her eyes.

"I like her, 'Bekah."