AN: Hey guys! It's my fav Klaus/Caroline with some little changes. Hope you like it! This is my first story so, feedback would be so appreciated!

"Caroline," he whispered. In the mirror's reflection I saw him the way I'd always wanted to. His naked back gleaming in the candlelight and his hand tenderly stroking my cheek. His every muscle visible and rippling with each gentle movement of his body.

"Caroline," he whispered again, his voice had grown huskier with want. In response my thoughts started to cloud with visions of him and I. The bed, the dresser, against the wall. The possibilities were endless, if I wanted.

His hands moved to my hips. Performing slow upward strokes that enjoyed my every curve. I wanted to do the same to him. I could imagine how easy it would be. Just resting my hands on the carved marble that was his abs and with slow motions I'd find his chest, strong and welcoming. Our eyes could meet, our lips would touch, we'd succumb to our desires, If I wanted.

I was beginning to feel very warm, a haze setting over me. I wanted him, no I needed him, but it was wrong.

He smelled like sandalwood, rich and powerful. I couldn't think of a scent more fitting.

"Caroline?" It was a question. He wanted to know where this would go, did I want him, did I want us?

"It's all up to you, Caroline." His eyes were blue, enchantingly blue, I was locked in them like I had been since the beginning.

I could have him, here and now. If I wanted.

PART 1

"Yo! Caroline!" a basketball whizzed past my head. I turned rapidly in the direction it had come. Of course, it was Jeremy Gilbert's doing.

"Sorry!" He yelled, giving me a sheepish smile. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Jeremy, that could've hit me!" I replied with some irritation.

"Yeah, but it didn't," his smile was easy, clearly unbothered with the almost-assault.

"Yeah, right," I turned and kept walking, only to hear the urgent shuffling of feet catching up to me.

"So where are you going?" he panted, finally reaching me and leaving his basketball friends behind him. This wasn't unusual, in the past few years Jeremy had become one of my best friends, almost like the little brother I never had.

"I am going home to study." I tried to sound certain, in actuality I had been meaning to study all week and had never gotten around to it. And probably wouldn't tonight.

"Right, sure. So you want to go out to the grill?"

I glared at him.

"Look Jeremy, just because I'm not sure if I'm actually going to study doesn't mean you can be sure I'm not going to study. Stop trying to distract me or I'm going to flunk out of college!"

He laughed, "If you flunk out it won't be my fault."

I swung to playfully hit his arm but he ran ahead to avoid me.

"No but seriously, are you sure you don't want to come with me for an early study break?" his smile was so large at this point I had trouble saying no. It was times like this that he reminded me of his sister and my best friend, Elena. I still couldn't believe we lost her to one of our town's infamous vampire attacks.

I smiled back, "I'd love to Jer, but I really have to work on this. I'm not doing too well in this course."

"Okay, well me and the boys will be shooting pool, so you know where to find us when you cave." Then he hurried off back to his friends, carelessly dribbling the ball he'd brought with him.

I sighed in longing. I honestly wished I could join him. Anything would be better than college algebra. I sucked at math, but I didn't have much of a choice since it was a required course.

It was still early spring. Though some of the trees had grown back their old foliage, most of them remained bare. There was a slight chill in the air that put me on edge. Walking alone in this town rarely ended well for you, even in broad daylight. But I was close enough to home that I wasn't so concerned.

I was a few blocks from my house when I heard a heated conversation happening in an alley.

"I don't think you understand the consequences of your actions," the voice hissed, a slight lisp on his tongue.

"Look, I did everything I could. I really didn't mean it to turn out this way," a panicked voice replied.

I ignored my better instincts and turned toward the commotion. In the inexplicable darkness of the alley I saw two figures. One was the man who was clearly in serious trouble. His brown eyes were fixated on the person in front of him, who was leaning nonchalantly against a brick wall. Unlike the brown eyed man, this one was at ease. It was almost as if he was afraid of what would happen if he looked away from him. The brown eyed man's hands opened and closed nervously. A gleam of sweat covering his palms was somehow visible in the dimness. Suddenly, the calmer of the two stood up straight, his movements sharp and without hesitation.

This figure I saw was clearly not to be challenged. His sandy hair seemed almost welcoming in the sun, but the darkness of his eyes were wild and unpredictable. I felt a chill go down my spine, but there was something more. Though there was something unsettling about this man the way his body looked stirred something in me. He was handsome and in my unfortunate experience I knew that the best looking men in this town had more to do with the supernatural than I was comfortable with. Before common sense could lead me away from the scene his wild eyes found mine.

For a brief moment we stood there, my eyes trapped in his gaze. His jaw clenching and unclenching as if to make a decision. Probably whether or not he should kill me. I held my breath as I waited for his answer.

He moved again without warning.

This time it wasn't a change in posture. He launched himself at the terrified man before him and sunk his gleaming fangs deep within his neck. His victim made a horrible sound, flailing his arms wildly, trying in vain to defend himself. I was only a little afraid to see a dying man. In Mystic Falls I'd seen them many times before. What truly chilled me more than what was happening in front of me was the blonde and his cool blue eyes staring at me as he died. This time I'd seen enough.

I ran.

PART 2

I only fumbled for a few minutes with my keys when opening the front door. For a brief second I feared I would be like all those girls I saw in horror movies where they can't get the door to their house open. I tried to control my shaking hands as I pushed images of Freddy Krueger from my mind.

I finally found the right key and slammed the door behind me. The lock made a comforting sound even though I knew no door in existence could keep a vampire out if it'd been invited inside. To my knowledge this one hadn't.

Slowly I fell to the living room couch, my body shaking uncontrollably as I tried to understand what I saw. The facts were I saw some sort of vampire deal gone bad. A black haired vampire in dirty denim probably didn't keep his end of the deal, and the sandy haired vampire murdered him. All while maintaining freakish eye contact with me through all of it.

Okay, so he definitely saw me. No way around that. But I also saw him. Flaxen hair that would probably fall into loose curls if he grew it long. A lean build, and casual dress, with blue eyes that danced with unspoken intentions.

A chill ran through me as a repressed thought bubbled toward the surface. If he hadn't murdered someone in front of me I may have reluctantly agreed he was sexy. I just couldn't find a vampire attractive, though they often were, that was a good way to die.

The minute you start thinking that someone beautiful couldn't possibly be capable of such horrible things was always the minute you lose your grip on reality.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a knock on the door.

I didn't move.

I thought about asking who it was, but at this point I was afraid to breath.

"Hello? Are you home?" I sighed with relief, it was Jeremy. But a panicked sensation quickly followed, what if the vampire followed me home and found Jeremy at my door?

I ran to the door, throwing the locks open.

"Jeremy oh god I-" it wasn't Jeremy.

The blue eyed killer had found me.

Part 3

"How did you-"

"Parlor trick, love. Don't think about it too hard. Hows about you let me have a word?" I wasn't expecting him to be English, this wasn't going to help me find him any less attractive.

"Okay," I replied, trying to sound assertive, "have your word now."

He cocked his head to the side, rolling his eyes in apparent exasperation. "Look love, I was actually thinking we'd have it inside." His eyes moved past me and ended in my living room.

"I don't think so. I'm not stupid." You didn't live in Mystic Falls by inviting vampires inside, especially not ones as dangerous as this one.

"Right, I suppose you're not," he grinned playfully, "I'd compel you but I can smell the vervain from here, which is not unusual. This whole bloody town reeks of it, "he rolled his eyes again, disgust dripping from his tone. "Oh well, what is your name?"

I hesitated.

"You might as well tell me, I'll find out one way or another, and as you saw it's not a good thing to make me your enemy." All traces of his previous good nature slipped from his face. It was incredibly disturbing how one minute he could seem so nice and the next he just wasn't.

I considered it. This was a small town, chances are someone wouldn't be drinking vervain and they'd know who I was and who my friends were. I couldn't risk bringing them into it.

"It's Caroline," I replied in defeat.

He smiled again, "Caroline what, love?"

"Forbes." Yet again more information I was uncomfortable with him having.

"Ah yes, the Forbes family. Single mother, Sheriff. Yes, I think I have heard of you." He seemed almost pleased with himself for knowing such basic information.

"Is that all I can do for you?" I snapped. "I had other things I wanted to do today than watch someone die."

He smiled wider now, showing his deceivingly perfect teeth. Not a fang in sight.

"Ah, Caroline. I do think I like you, so full of life," he chuckled lightly. How disarmingly human of him.

I refrained the urge to roll my eyes, I was lucky he didn't decide to kill me for mouthing off earlier. In fact it seemed he found it endearing. Great.

"Anyway, dear Caroline, as you said, you are a busy woman," he emphasized the word as his eyes traced down my body, "so I'll cut to the chase."

I didn't know how I felt about him blatantly checking me out. I was afraid I was more than a little okay with it.

"You see Caroline, you saw something very unfortunate. I was coming here to kill you but, I'm feeling benevolent this afternoon. So, I'm going to let you off with a warning. Tell no one what you saw, or that you saw me."

"How could I tell anyone I saw you? I don't even know your name," I spat with great annoyance.

"That my dear is irrelevant at the moment. Just promise you'll be a good girl and do as I ask."

"Fine. I'll be a 'good girl'," I sneered the last part. Grown women just love being called "good girls".

He smiled again, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Wonderful. It was a pleasure meeting you, Caroline'" he said cheerfully, finally stepping off my porch. "Hopefully in the future you'll invite me in," he paused before turning back to meet my eyes, "And I can show you some more of my parlor tricks." The statement was riddled with suggestion, his full lips curving in a devious smirk.

All I could do was stare back in shock and he laughed once more before racing off, his voice echoing through the streets long after he had gone.