Hello everyone! The Katie's spring break update extravaganza continues here today...

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3 years later

Elijah folded up his newspapers and checked the time on his pocket watch. It was almost time to leave. He had had enough of reading the news anyway. It always reported the same thing: Mysterious murders all throughout London, bodies viciously torn open and drained of blood. The humans didn't know who the serial murderer was, but Elijah did. Klaus had never been one to take any prisoners.

"Sir, Miss Caroline is nearly ready," the maid said entering his office. Elijah nodded at the woman and stood.

It had been three years since he had heard a single word from his brother. But he knew exactly where the vampire was at all times. Elijah had been careful not to let Caroline know of Klaus's murderous rampage. But after today none of it would matter.

Today was the day Caroline would become Mrs. Tyler Lockwood.

Caroline danced and laughed with her husband. Today had been the happiest day of her entire life. Her white gown had been perfect and Elena had helped her style flowers in her hair. She was truly glad to be able to call her sister now. Tyler spun her awkwardly around. He had never been a very good dancer, but she didn't mind.

Everyone smiled and sang and had their fill of sweet cakes and champagne. Elijah had financed everything, insisting on giving her the most extravagant and grandest wedding the English countryside had ever seen. He had walked her down the aisle and given her away to Tyler, the man that she had truly come to love in these past three years. Any thoughts she had had before him were pushed away to the deepest recesses of her mind.

As Caroline sat next to Elena, sipping another glass of champagne, she noticed a small, awkward boy standing uncomfortably in the doorway of the hall. He looked over at her, dirty and scared. His small hand came up slightly, motioning her to come over to him.

Caroline smiled and nodded, telling Elena that she would be right back, and headed off toward the boy. He scampered outside and she followed him away from the reception and out of sight from the rest of the wedding party.

"Begging your pardon missus," the boy said in a heavy cockney accent. He extended one of his dirty arms toward her. In his hand was a small white piece of paper, folded over once. Caroline passed the boy a roll she had snatched on her way out and he took it gratefully, exchanging the paper for the food.

She eyes the boy curiously, then turned her attention to the strange paper, flipping it open and revealing the message inside.

Best Wishes to the new Mrs. Tyler Lockwood

Caroline recognized the script instantly. Her heart dropped and she felt her mouth go dry. She looked up from the paper and frantically searched around the courtyard, trying to find out where the writer of the note was hiding. She glanced down at the boy and grabbed him by the shoulders. The boy flinched at her touch, obviously scared from his previous encounter with the writer of the note.

"Who gave this to you?" Caroline demanded, bending down to meet his eye.

"A gentleman. He did not tell me his name," the boy replied.

"And where is he now?"

The boy shook his head quickly, tears welling in his eyes. Caroline released him then and he ran off, his boots slipping in the dirt.

"Caroline?"

Tyler came outside then. Caroline spun around, schooling her features into the earlier happiness that she felt and hiding the note behind her back.

"I am here," she said, trying to make her voice sound light.

Tyler walked up to her then. "What are you doing?"

Caroline gave him a sweet smile. "Just getting some air."

His brow narrowed, but she lean forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips to qualm his worries. He smiled at her when she pulled away, his handsome face beaming at his new bride.

"Well hurry back inside. Everyone is wondering where you went," Tyler said.

"I will."

He gave her one last smile and then turned to go back to the celebration. When she was alone again, Caroline unfolded her hand, the note crushed between her fingers. She stared at it for a few seconds more. Suddenly, the paper burst into flames in her palm, the white pulp turning to black ash. The fire extinguished itself and she turned her palm over, dropping the ashes to the ground and letting the wind carry them away.

She turned and hurried back inside, trying her best to forget about the words on the paper. Trying to forget the threat that lay between the lines of the letters. She smiled and focused her attention on her new husband and family.

That night, Caroline nervously dressed for bed. She knew this part. Elijah was too embarrassed to explain this part of her wifely duties, so her lady's maid had done the job. Not that it was necessary. She had learned about this long ago from…no she did not dare to think his name or of that time. Not tonight.

Caroline tied the string to her nightgown and emerged into the bedroom. Tyler sat there on the edge of the bed, but he stood nervously as she entered. He gave her a reassuring smile as she approached him.

She stood before him, in only her nightgown, the orange light of the candle casting a silhouette against her curves. If he looked hard enough, Tyler could see a glimpse of Caroline's perfect body through the thin fabric. Her eyes were cast downward, apprehensively waiting for him to make the first move.

His hands went to her waist, pulling her against him and kissing her softly. The kiss deepened as his tongue slipped through her lips. Caroline wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself further against him, squeezing her eyes shut as he continued to kiss her.

He hoisted her up effortlessly with his inhuman strength, laying her on top of the bed and gently settling over her. She could feel Tyler eagerness growing as she cradled his body between her legs. His hands reached down to pull up her nightdress. The chill in the air hit her skin and she gasped suddenly. Her eyes flew open and she looked up at Tyler.

Her husband smiled down at her, his expression ever so gentle. He had never looked upon her any other way. Never in anger or contempt or desperation. Caroline grasped his face between her palms, she felt the warm tears welling in her eyes.

Tyler's lips pursed, but he nodded in understanding and slid off of her pulling her instead to his chest. He combed his fingers through her hair and whispered to her.

"It's alright, I understand Caroline."

A tear escaped her eye and slid down her cheek. He didn't understand. He really didn't.

The day after her wedding, Caroline sat in the parlor of Thrushcross Grange with Tyler and Elena. The Grange was her home now. This was her parlor. She read from a new book Elijah had given her, while Elena worked on her needlepoint and Tyler attended to some letters.

One of the housemaids clamored into the room, looking quite scared and nervous.

"What is it Nelly?" Caroline asked her.

The maid sputtered as she replied. "A person has come from London to see you Mrs. Lockwood."

Caroline stood slowly and nodded. She glanced at Tyler as she walked toward the door, his eyes narrowing in confusion. As soon as she was out of the parlor she broken into a run and headed outside, into the garden.

There he stood, leaning against the stonewall, tall and lean and dangerous looking as ever. Caroline stopped short, taking in the sight of him. Three long years had not changed him one bit.

"You have returned?"

Klaus pushed off the wall, his cocky smile not reaching his eyes. "Did you not think I would?"

"It's been three years," Caroline replied.

"And now you are married."

Caroline rushed to him then, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing into him. She showered his face in kisses, willing him to touch her, to hold her, but he stood still against her affections. His words however, betrayed his stoic reaction.

"When can we be alone?" He sighed into the crook of her neck.

Before Caroline could answer, she heard the sound of a throat being cleared behind her. She peeled away from Klaus and his eyes flicked up to the person who had interrupted their reunion.

"Good to see you brother," he said, nodding to Elijah.

Elijah tilted his head slightly, his eyes connecting with Klaus's.

"Caroline your husband asked me to have you invite your guest inside for some refreshment," Elijah said coolly.

Caroline spared another glance at Klaus, whose eyes remained on Elijah's, and then she ran back inside.

Caroline burst back into the parlor, rushing toward Tyler instantly.

"Tyler! Klaus has returned." Tyler glared in response, unsettled but unsurprised by the news. "For my sake you must be friends."

Tyler sputtered. "Friends? With him?"

"Please!" Caroline begged.

Tyler pushed Caroline back, trying to calm her down, as Elena reentered the parlor, Klaus following behind her.

"Look who has come to call," Elena said presenting the vampire.

Tyler and Klaus stared each other down, with Caroline in the middle. The hostile silence dragged on, even as Elijah entered the room.

"Elena, perhaps you could help my brother to some tea," Elijah suggested breaking the tension.

Elena curtseyed and walked over to the trolley to pour a cup. Klaus smirked to himself and took a seat. The rest of them sat down, except for Tyler, who remained standing near his wife.

"Sugar? Mr. Klaus?"

"No. Thank you love," Klaus said. Elena handed him the cup and saucer and took her seat across from him. He gave her a sweet smile and turned his gaze back toward Caroline and Tyler, ignoring his brother's suspicious looks.

"How good it is to see you again Lockwood. Congratulations on your marriage."

"Thank you sir," Tyler replied through gritted teeth.

"Truly you couldn't have picked a more fine specimen to marry."

Caroline raised her chin at the statement, feeling the tension roll off Tyler behind her.

"Tell me what have I missed in these past three years, other than these happy nuptials," Klaus said, cheerfully sipping at his tea.

"There has been a string of gruesome murders across London and stretching down to the south. Perhaps you have heard of them?"

Klaus smirked. "I believe I did hear talk of a serial killer."

Caroline twisted around and glanced at her husband. "What serial murders? You've never mentioned them before?"

Tyler's eyes remained on Klaus as he answer. "Oh quite gruesome my love. Bodies ripped to shreds, drained of blood. The police can't come up with any suspects, but I'm sure the murders have a supernatural culprit behind them."

Caroline's eyes flicked back toward Klaus. His smile didn't falter, but his words told her everything she needed to know.

"Well, it sounds like the work of a very angry man. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Or desparate." Tyler retorted.

"A new family has moved to the country," Elena said changing the subject, "they are American. The Salvatores."

Klaus turned his head and flashed Elena an interested grin. "The Salvatores?"

"Yes. Giuseppe and his two sons, Damon and Stefan. Apparently they have moved here after their mother's death."

"How tragic," Klaus said sarcastically, but Elena missed it.

"Indeed," she replied earnestly.

"Both Salvatore brothers have taken quite an interest in Elena," Caroline chimed in.

Elena blushed and looked down at her hands in her lap.

"Well of course they have," Klaus said, "she is quite the beauty after all. I'm surprised someone hasn't already claimed your heart."

The red in her cheeks deepened even further and she could barely meet Klaus's eye.

"They are both very kind to him," she replied quietly.

"Which one shall you choose?" Klaus prodded, he heard Elijah growl in warning beside him but he continued still to ignore the man.

"I haven't any idea," Elena giggled.

Klaus leaned toward her, setting his cup down in the saucer. "Well you must have dear Caroline here teach you her ways. She is very good at juggling the affections of multiple suitors."

His eyes slid to Caroline's, who regarded him with a cool but hurt expression. Tyler continued to glower at him as Elena insisted that Klaus stay for dinner.

After an evening of watching Klaus mock and tease and bait Tyler she had had enough of him. Maybe her life was better without him after all. Watching him flirt relentlessly with Elena had made it all even worse. She could bare the rest of it, but that was just going to far.

Caroline dressed quickly for bed, splashing water on her face and climbing under the sheets next to Tyler. She snuffed out the candle across the room with her magic and threw her head against her pillow.

Suddenly, the comforter flew back from her legs as Tyler tossed it away onto the floor. In the next second he was on top of her, kissing her. His mouth was rough and needy as his hand ripped at her nightgown. Caroline gasped at the ferocity of his touch. But instead of pushing him away, she grasped him to her, letting all her anger at Klaus ignite her body and welcome Tyler in.

He removed his own night shirt, his thick muscles flexing underneath his tanned skin. Caroline trailed her fingers across his arms before he slammed his mouth back onto hers, a guttural sound escaping his throat. Caroline arched into him as he spread her legs and positioned himself in front of her. Her nails dug into his back as he slipped inside of her, spread her and filling her completely.

Tyler hadn't even noticed when she received him effortlessly. He began moving frantically inside of her, thrusting quickly, their flesh slapping together. Her walls squeezed at him, revealing in the feel of every pass. The both gasped and moaned together.

As Tyler continued to take her deeper and deeper, Caroline felt the slightest bit of guilt pooling in her stomach. But she pushed it away. Caroline was Tyler's wife. She loved him and he loved her. This was the path she had chosen long ago. She gave herself over to him completely.

Klaus stood on the moors, the wind whipping his coat around his legs. He was waiting for Caroline. He knew she would come eventually. It wasn't even midday when she arrived. He stifled his smirk as she approached. She was dressed in a fine gown with her hair all done up, but the wind had blown it nearly to pieces and she was covered by a man's overcoat. He ignored the thought of who the coat probably belonged to and concentrated on the fact that she almost looked like her old self. That wild girl that he had so loved.

Caroline stumbled over the rocks and landed straight in his arms. He grasped her tightly, taking in all her warmth, allowing himself to feel what he had been denying for the past three years. Klaus kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her nose, reveling in the scent of her. She smelled of herbs and magic, just like she always had. He pulled back to look upon her.

Three years had changed her so much. He never realized before how much a human could grow and change. Her face was even more pronounced now, her cheeks fine and high, the last remnants of childhood gone. Her blue eyes sparkled with even more wisdom now. And something else…Klaus detected the hint of something else in her stare. Something she was trying to hide.

His eyes widened as the realization crashed over him, his mind returning to the present, to reality.

"What is it my love?" She cooed at him as he released her.

"Nothing at all, Mrs. Lockwood," he spat her name.

"Why do you call me that?"

"It is your name."

"I told you before. Long ago. The name does not matter. Tyler can have my name if he wants."

Klaus looked at her seriously. "And the rest of you? What of that?"

Caroline's mouth opened and closed, unable to lie or tell the truth.

"See, there," Klaus said stepping back toward her, pointing his finger in her face, "you are lost to me."

Caroline slapped his hand away. "Lost? You return after three years of being gone. I did what I had to do."

"So did I!" Klaus shouted at her.

Caroline reached for him again but he pushed her away. "How can I touch you knowing that you have been with him?"

Caroline grasped at his arms, trying to keep him close. "What was I supposed to do? You left me. You left me. You left me!"

She was hitting him now, striking against his chest with her tiny fists. Klaus let her rail against him. He deserved it. He deserved the punishment after being so foolish. But she deserved it as well, no less than he. Violent tears streamed from her eyes as her thrashing became weaker and more desperate.

"I'm sorry. Love. I'm sorry," she cried at him, but he tuned out her apologies. Her words didn't matter one bit.

As am I, he thought, as am I.

Caroline sat at breakfast with her husband and Elena. It was springtime in the country now. The weather had grown warm and sunny. It was the perfect time to be outside.

"Perhaps we will see more of Klaus and Elijah now that the weather has improved," Elena commented, taking a bite of her toast.

"I doubt it," Tyler replied, "vampires do not care about the weather."

"Oh yes, I forget that most vampires cannot tolerate the sun," Elena said, "it is a shame that we cannot see more of them."

Caroline perked up at this comment. "Why is that Elena?"

"Because, I quite liked Klaus. It would have been nice to have gotten to know him better."

Caroline scoffed at her reply. "Klaus is not one to make friends. He is neither kind nor sociable."

"On the contrary," Elena said, "he seemed perfectly amiable when he visited last week."

"Trust me Elena. Even if Klaus did seek anyone's friendship I doubt you would be interesting enough to hold his attention."

"Oh Caroline. Is it Klaus not being friendly or your desire for no one to be loved but yourself?"

"Enough," Tyler shouted, banging his hand against the table. The silverware chimed and clattered. The two girls jumped at his sudden outburst, turning guiltily toward him.

Tyler took a deep breath to calm himself before speaking again. "Elena. You will not speak to Caroline like that. Apologize."

Elena gaped at him, turning her head slowly in Caroline's direction. Caroline pursed her lips together, trying to hide her triumphant smile.

"Please forgive me cousin," the brown hair girl whispered.

The rest of breakfast was spent in silence.

Caroline and Elena passed a rather awkward morning together in the sitting room. Tyler had gone to town for the day. Everything was completely quiet until Nelly entered the room, announcing that they had a visitor.

"Mr. Klaus has come to call," Caroline smiled and started to rise before Nelly spoke again, "he wishes to see Miss Gilbert."

Caroline returned to her chair. Now it was her turn to gape in surprise. Elena threw her a smug smile and headed toward the doorway.

"Tell Mr. Klaus I shall meet him in the garden," Elena said. Nelly nodded and Caroline was left alone.

She spent the rest of the afternoon, trying to amuse herself, reading books, finishing her sewing, doing anything so that she would not think of Elena and Klaus. The idea of them together made her see red.

She heard Klaus's laughter boom from the garden, just outside the window where she sat. Caroline slammed the book she had been reading closed and went to the window to steal a glance at the two of them.

Elena simpered and giggled at whatever Klaus was saying. He plucked a small flower from the wall and twirled it in front of her. She accepted the token with a slight blush. Caroline watched as his hand came up and brushed a piece of hair from Elena's face. Then he leaned in toward her and placed his lips on her cheek.

Caroline screamed in anger and rushed outside to where they were.

"That is enough. The two of you! Elena go inside!" Caroline yelled as she approached them.

"Caroline you—"

"Go! Or I shall tell Tyler of your behavior," the blonde witch glared at her cousin.

Elena forced a smile and nod in Klaus's direction. "Thank you for a lovely afternoon sir."

Klaus smiled and gave her a bow. "I shall call again soon."

Caroline turned and watched Elena walk into the house before rounding on Klaus and releasing her rage upon him.

"What is this game?" She demanded.

"Game?" He asked, feigning confusion. He easy smile was irritating her even more.

"I like Elena too much to let her get mixed up with anyone like you."

Klaus chuckled. "Yes I can tell you two are quite close."

He sauntered towards Caroline, raising his hands and tracing the patterns of the lace on her sleeve with his fingers. His delicate touch raised goosebumps on her arms. Caroline took a deep breath. He was so close to her now, his body just in front of hers.

"I can hear your heartbeat you know," Klaus whispered, his voice husky, "did I ever tell you that?"

Caroline tried to calm her pulse as he continued to trail his fingers down her arm, stopping at the crook of her elbow. His face hovered just in front of hers, his lips teasing her with the threat of a kiss.

"Your pulse races when you're angry or lying," his breath tickled the hairs next to her temple. His hands wrapped around her waist and splayed across her hips. She leaned into him unconsciously. "It even increases when you're excited."

Then he pulled away. She tipped forward slightly as she felt the loss of his nearness. He moved a few steps back, putting a more appropriate distance between them.

"I think there could be quite the advantage to Miss Gilbert and I becoming lovers."

Klaus gave her one final, devilish smile, before rushing past her and heading out of The Grange.

Elijah returned home late that evening. He had some business to take care of in town. He also had to do a lot of convincing Tyler Lockwood that his brother's return would not be a problem. Tyler was no fool. He knew of the connection between Klaus and Caroline, even if he didn't understand exactly how deep it ran. Hell, Elijah himself didn't understand it. But the vampire managed to convince the werewolf that Klaus's presence would not become an issue.

Elijah removed his coat and gloves, handing them over to their butler. He heard giggling and glass breaking down the hall.

"Master Klaus is entertaining some guests sir," the butler, Joseph, explained.

Elijah nodded and walked forward to see what exactly his brother was up to.

There was a fire roaring in the drawing room. Two girls twirled around, scantily clad, bite marks all over their chest and necks. A third was perched on Klaus's lap in Elijah's favorite chair. Klaus's mouth was at her neck, one hand palming her breast through her bodice. His teeth slipped from her vein and he flashed his brother a bloody smile as he entered.

"Please brother, join us. I've brought extras."

The girls that were dancing stopped, and gave Elijah sultry smiles. They were obviously compelled.

"Just what do you have planned here Klaus? Why have you returned?"

"Did you not miss me brother?"

"I know you missing my company has nothing to do with it," Elijah replied.

He stepped further into the room, making sure the door was shut behind him. The girls resumed their twirling. Klaus dismissed his current meal off his lap and she walked over to the table by the fireplace, pouring herself another drink. He stood and walked toward his brother.

"I have missed you brother," Klaus said seriously, "I miss the old days. When we flitted from city to city, drinking our fill, having our fun, doing whatever the hell we wanted."

"Is that what you've been doing for the past three years?"

Klaus ignored his question. "Why did it have to end?"

Elijah didn't want to play Klaus's mind game. Yes he was happy his brother had returned, but that happiness was tinged with the feeling that the peace he had experienced since Klaus had been gone was about to become a fond memory.

"There is only one thing I have returned for, brother mine," Klaus replied ominously. Elijah regarded him carefully, looking into the vampire's deadly eyes.

"What is that?"

"Revenge."

So what do you think? You all totally hate me right?

For anyone wondering, because I know I've gotten a few comments in reviews. I'm gonna warn you all now that I don't plan to deviate too much from the original Wuthering Heights when it comes to the ending. Emily Bronte's story is pretty bittersweet, and that's really what I was going for in this story. If you want the super awesome happy endings, then I suggest reading another fic of mine. Here I wanted to celebrate the angst!

However I hope you all stick around, because what I do have planned is pretty awesome if I do say so myself.

Also, raise your hand if you love Elijah in this story? I definitely do.

And extra points to anyone who caught my nod to the original work when I named the servants 'Nelly' and 'Joseph'

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