A/N: I love this story because it's my first baby, but I didn't plan to make it longer than a two-shot. Also, thank you for the rewievs, my dear readers, they are VERY important to me. I like feeling useful :) Here we go! Enjoy!

Fang Club

They are eating breakfast at the hotel restaurant. She's wearing a red summer dress he bought her. She's wearing red heels he bought her.

He's wearing black. She remains quiet.

He breaks the silence. "Tell me how you feel, love."

"Strange." But a good strange, she won't admit it though.

"Is it?"

She gulps.

"We've crossed the line, Klaus."

She is Caroline's cold sweat.

"I guess so," he says casually, and a grin forms on his face . "We had a near-life experience."

She just shakes her head in disbelief and stares at her plate.

"Did you feel alive, love?" She keeps staring at her empty plate. "Did you, Caroline?"

"Yes." She almost whispers.

She is Caroline's wasted life.

"Is this what you wanted?"

"Maybe. I don't know." Her eyes are still avoiding his stare.

"If you don't know what you want, love, you end up with a lot you don't."

She does know. She knows what she wants when they are tossing and rolling around in the hotel bed, again. They spend three days in a nameless hotel in a nameless city.

Every night in their room.

Doing it.

Oh, God.

Doing it.

Don't stop.

Doing it.

Every evening she dies, and every evening she is born again, resurrected.

You're real, aren't you? You are real, you son of a bitch. We're both real.

We just are, he says, and what happens just happens.

Run away with me, he says resting next to her. To Rome, Paris, Tokyo.

She sighs, I can't win with you, can I? Don't you have a big enough chunk of my life, yet?

A tiger can smile

A snake can say it loves you

Lies make us evil.

The relationship they don't have is everything now.

This isn't about love as in caring. This is about property as in ownership. Without Caroline, Klaus would have nothing, or so he thinks.

Let's go, she says, because I think I like you.

He raises his brow, not love?

This is a cheesy enough moment, she says. Don't push it.

They wake up at the Colosseum.

They wake up at the Eiffel Tower.

They wake up at the Tokyo Sky Tree.

A month later she likes many things about him. His courage and his smarts. His nerve. He is funny and charming, and forceful and independent, he is capable and free, and she is not.

That old saying, you always kill the one you love, well look, it works both ways.

He traps her in his world.

She wakes up at Trafalgar Square.

She wakes up in the Prado Museum.

She wakes up in the Parthenon.


Rio de Janeiro.

Mexico. Te gusta?

Four months later she misses home like a sick puppy. He doesn't understand. He's free in all the ways that she is not, he says.

She feels like she's lost her home, she says.

It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything, he says.

They argue at Times Square.

"You're not your friends. You're not the car you drive and you're not the house you live in. You're not your fucking Miss Mystic Falls crown. But now you find yourself, standing here, feeling like it's the best thing that ever happened to you."

"You fuck me, then snub me, " she snaps. "You love me, you hate me, you show your sensitive side, you turn back into an asshole."

Then she runs.

She runs until her muscles burn and her veins pump battery acid.

Then she runs some more.

Few days later Liz Forbes opens the door to see her daughter standing on the porch.

Caroline, are you okay?

I'm fine, she says, everything's fine.

Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.

Just great, she says. Really.

She is Caroline's broken heart.

He finds her at the Grill a few months later.

"Good evening."

She turns around to face him.

She blinks and shakes her head. How dare you...

"I need a drink."

"Don't be angry, love. We had a little spat. I'm over it already."

"I'm not." She puts her glass of whisky down on the counter. "I thought we ended things."

"You seemed to like the things we had."

"Because you met me at a very strange time in my life."

"And the bracelet I gave you, what's your excuse for wearing that?" He mocks her.

"You're not getting this back. I consider it asshole tax."

He chuckles but his face hardens second later.

"Everything you ever love will reject your or die, Caroline. But I won't. People's philosophy is that they can die at any moment. The tragedy of vampires' life is that we do not."

"On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero." She looks straight into his eyes.

"Ah, right. Clever Caroline. How's that working out for you now? Any friends left?" He studies her face, her pensive, troubled expression. "You didn't tell them. Of course. I knew it. I know you."

If rage is a proof of being alive, she's now more alive than a wrestler in a ring.

"Fuck what you know! You need to forget about what you know, that's your problem! Forget about what you think you know about love, about friendship, and especially about you and me!"

He tries to stop her when she gets up and turns away from him, ready to leave. His grip on her wrist tightens.

"I'll bring us through this, love. As always. I'll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you'll thank me."

"You're the worst thing that's ever happened to me." She hisses, still trying to free her hands from his grip.

"Yes, and I'm comfortable with that."

Caroline's first rule is she doesn't talk about Klaus.

Caroline's second rule is… She. Does. Not. Talk. About. Klaus.

He is like a chemical burn. He will hurt her more than she's ever been hurt before. He will leave a scar.

But she doesn't want to die without any scars.