Pacing in front of the fireplace for the millionth time today, Caroline's face appears in my mind. No matter what I do, I can't seem to escape it. Though if I am completely honest, I would never want to escape the sight of her.

What the hell was I thinking last night? I only wanted information from that damn werewolf. Fucking her definitely was not part of the plan. It was stupid, reckless, useless. Especially since the the whole time I was not focusing on the brunette, but envisioning a lively blonde. It was her I wanted, it was her that was supposed to be under me, sighing and screaming my name. Growling, I furiously throw my glass of whiskey into the fire. What have I done. I had every intention of throwing that baby wolf out of my house, but that in one strange moment when she looked at me with such disdain, such strong-willed reluctance, the woman in front of me was no longer Haley...no. Suddenly it was Caroline that was in front of me, looking at me with those daring eyes. Those mesmerizing orbs, that I can just lose myself in for hours and in that moment, I could no longer hold myself. It was Caroline, and at that moment, I could no longer resist the fire coursing through me. I wanted nothing more than to just lose myself in her. I gave in to the desire I have held deep inside, since I first laid eyes on her.

By the time it was done and I realized that it was, in fact, Haley in my bed, not Caroline, I wanted nothing more than to have her as far away as possible. I can only hope that she has left Mystic Falls without contacting anyone. However, with the size of this forsaken town, that is highly unlikely. One thing was for certain, I had to see her, whether it just be for a small while, whether it leads to another spat. I had to see Caroline.

Hastily, as I head to the door, ready to find the blonde that has plagued my mind since I first laid eyes on her, I was hit with a euphoric sense. The smell of lavender and vanilla. A smell I would know from miles around. It was her. Before I could react, the door flew open and slammed shut with such force, I'm surprised it didn't come off the hinges, followed by a very disgruntled blonde.

"HER?! Of all people...HER?!" Caroline screamed as I stood there, with bated breath as I took in her appearance. Furiously she looked at me, eyes full of judgement, contempt...even a little bit of hurt, if I'm not mistaken. Taking a moment to compose myself, I walked past her towards the drink cart, as nonchalantly as possible, avoiding eye contact.

"By all means, come right in," I said in the most indifferent manner I could muster. Picking up the decanter of whiskey and pouring myself, yet another glass, "Would you care for a drink, lo-"

"Don't call me 'love'...not now, not ever." She said angrily, turning around to face me. She continued in a low voice, calm and directed. "Not after you ran Tyler out of town, not after you...and SHE..." She shook her head with disgust, not even able to say the very words on her lips. I can hear the slight tone of jealousy in her voice. Though slight, it must mean something. Attempting to keep a calm demeanor, I plastered my all-knowing smirk, and turned around to face her.

"After we what? Slept together?" I finished for her, instantly regretting it the moment I saw a flash of hurt cross her face, before she covered it up. "What does it matter?"

"It doesn't, it's just..." unable to find the right words, she runs her fingers through her golden hair in frustration. "God! Of all people? Haley? I mean, if you needed it that bad, couldn't you just have gone and find someone else, anyone other than that were-slut, who, might I add, has backstabbed not only us, but you as well?"

I slowly make my way towards her with every word. "I believe you had made it perfectly clear, on numerous occasions, that I had no chance of winning your heart. That no matter how many times I show you I care; no matter how many times I let your idiotic so-called friends live after each move made against me; you will never give me a chance. What did you expect, Caroline?"

Standing directly in front of her, I had to fight the urge to gather her in my arms and tell her that last night meant nothing. It was nothing but a mistake of immense proportions and that it was her that I had thought I was making love to. That halfway through, I realized that it was not Caroline, but Haley that I was with. At that moment, the feelings of desire had morphed into frustration. Frustration that it wasn't Caroline, that I have been so reckless and stupid to have thought Caroline would actually be in front of me, willing for me to take her. Reassure her that the events of last night was just a release; an angry, disappointing, idiotic release. I did not worship her body, like I would have Caroline's. I did not take my time, cherished the moment, begged her to stay in bed. No, it was fast, rough & something I would rather not do again for the rest of my eternal life. As much as I wanted to tell her all of this, I can't just yet, not until I learn her reasons for being here. Until I know that she can see past my indiscretions, once more.

She stood there, head hung, facing the ground. Unmoving. To be quite honest, it was nerve wracking. The silence engulfed the entire room and I found myself wishing for her to say something, anything to make this silence go away. Just as I opened my mouth to continue, I heard her chuckle. Not the bright laugh from the night she said she was 'too smart to be seduced' by me. Not the incredulous scoff from the decade dance when I told her she would one day appear at my door. No, this was a low, empty chuckle.

"You are exactly like the others." She said in a voice low enough that I would have missed it had I not been a vampire. " 'Oh she doesn't want me? No problem, I'll just find someone else.' I can't believe I actually thought..." she scoffed, shaking her head, not finishing her sentence. Suddenly, I forgot about our situation. This is not about Haley anymore, no...this is something deeper. Something that has been hiding for a while, I can assume.

"Thought what, love?" I really don't like where this conversation is going. I would much rather have Caroline furious than this upset. She is not meant for sadness or hopelessness, she is meant for happiness and light. Seeing the despondent look on her face, I knew I had to do something, anything to bring even a glimmer of light back into the only woman who has brought my undead heart back to life.

"It doesn't matter. Clearly I was wrong." She said void of emotion. "You know, after years of being called shallow and useless, I actually thought that someone actually saw me as more than an easy fuck."

My fists clenching in anger, I had to take a few deep breaths to compose myself, "Who told you this?" How dare someone say that about her? She is the very essence of all that is good and light in this world...in my world. Once I find who placed this ridiculous notion in her head, there will be no relief for the amount pain they will be in.

"What does it matter?" She replied in a low voice, throwing my own words back at me. "Obviously it's true. No matter what I do, how much I help, how much I play the fixer role. It makes no difference. I always try to prove myself, show them that I am more than just a vampire barbie, that I can actually be useful." Looking straight into my eyes, "that I was worth something."

"But you are, Caroline." I try to convince her. "Have you not been listening to what I have been trying to tell you all this time?" I say to her, hoping she'll listen to me.

Cupping her face with both of my hands, as tenderly as possible, "You, Caroline, are worth more than this pathetic town can offer you. You are meant to see the world, you are meant for grander, more exquisite things in life."

Looking at me incredulously, shrugs my hands off. Shaking her head, she makes her way towards the door. As she places her hand on the knob, "you know, Klaus...I started to believe you. All those promises of eternity, of being worth something...I truly started to believe you."

Turning her head to face me, she looks me directly in the eye, "But apparently I'm not worth waiting for."

Just like that, she walked out and closed the door behind her...not slam...closed. My head reeling from what just transpired, I was not sure whether I should go after her, or let her be for the night. Clearly she was distraught, maybe a night of rest would be good for her. I will be sure to check on her in the morning.

My focus, for now, is finding who placed those ridiculous notions in her head. I knew exactly who to see.

So...what do you think? Like it? Hate it? Too short? Too long?

This is my first Klaroline fic..so I welcome any review and constructive criticism. Please let me know what you think!

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