(A/N: I'm aliiiiive! Haha, sorry it's been a while guys. I started a new Klaroline story when I got back from Comic-Con and that kind of delayed things. If you haven't already, you should check it out. It's already up in 'My Stories' on my profile, it's called 'Delirium'. Anyways, Comic-Con was great! I got to meet MATT DAVIS (aka: Alaric)! I got a picture with him, and he was suuuuuper sweet. I had a blast! Now onto the story: the title/song for this chapter is "The Hand That Feeds" by Nine Inch Nails. Listen. Review. Enjoy!)

Caroline's POV:

His kissing became angry, violent... hungry. Nothing would stop this moment. Every time I try to take a break for air, he commands me back into place, forcing my lips to keep moving.

What a rush.

My head is spinning and strange noises are coming from the back of my throat. My hands reach down to unbuckle his belt, but he grabs my wrists and stops me.

"No," he grunts.

"Excuse me?" I reply, absolutely shocked, "That sure as hell is a first."

He takes a breath and backs away, rubbing his face with his hand, "I thought I could do this, but I can't."

"What is up with you?" I ask accusingly, "You're always horny."

He turns his back to me, his hand now rubbing his forehead,"That's because I'm not Tyler."

I am befuddled for a short moment, then my hands clasp over my mouth in realization.

It all makes sense. The paintings, his speech,... the kissing.

"...Klaus?" I barely whisper.

He turns around, and slightly smiles, "Well that didn't take you long at all."

"No," I shake my head, "Tyler, that's not funny."

Klaus's POV:

I can't believe it. She's in denial.

I stifle a laugh, "I'm telling the truth, love. Bonnie did the switch. How else do you think my bloodline was saved?"

She shakes her head again, eyes wide and fixed on me.

"I don't believe you," she says and rushes into my body, putting her lips to mine again.

As shocked as I am, and as much as I want to kiss her back, there's something different that makes me stop. There's a desperation, a final act of pleading, behind her lips. I pull away gently.

"Just relax," I whisper into her mouth, and try to kiss her again.

"No! What the hell? NO!" she shouts, squirming away.

Now she knows.

"DAMN YOU Klaus!" she shouts and starts to pace the room, "You know, I almost started to believe you had some humanity left in you. Boy, was I wrong. How could you just lie to me like that? And don't even try to feed me that crap about saving the bloodline. Tell me the truth."

I almost lie to her again, but I reconsider when I look into her eyes. There's water in them.

In this moment I realize that I had hurt Caroline. I actually caused her pain. For over a thousand years, people called me a monster, and now I actually believe them. All she wants is the truth, and I've been so selfish with her.

I let out a deep sigh, "You're right, I could care less about the bloodline."

She doesn't move. She doesn't speak. Her face is stone hard.

"Why?" she grits against her teeth.

I look down, "Because with you... I don't feel alone."


I look up at her. There's no reaction, she just stares into me. I am officially vulnerable, I had just let her see my soul.

The moment passes.

She rolls her eyes and scoffs, "And what? You expect me to feel sorry for you?"

"I don't expect you to do anything," I say, "But don't pretend you don't feel anything."

"I don't," she protests.

"And when we were kissing?" I laugh, "Oh, please. You enjoyed me Caroline Forbes. Don't deny it."

She doesn't try, her face is hard again, "Consider those kisses a 'freebee'."

"Whatever you say, sweetheart," I laugh, "Maybe you should talk it out with Elena, since you both seem to be experiencing the same dilemma."

"What, are you kidding me?" she says, "We're not telling anybody about this."

I raise an eyebrow, "And why is that, may I ask?"

"Do you even know the endless torture that would ensue just from the Salvatore brothers alone?" she asks me rhetorically, "And heaven knows Elena can't keep her mouth shut. No, we're keeping this just between us."

Of course. Classic Caroline.

I smirk,"So what you're saying is, you're worried about what people will think of you?"

I can see the frustration building in her face, "Don't try and turn this around on me! You're the liar here!"

Well that's a double standard if I've ever heard one.

"Aren't we all?" I tease her.

"Shut up. Go find Bonnie. I want you out of his body," she says and starts to walk away.


"Yeah, about that..." I start.

She stops dead in her tracks, and turns around slowly, "...What?"

I take a deep breath, "That's not going to be able to happen anytime soon."

(A/N: I know it was short, the next chapter will be better, I promise! Don't forget to review and check out my other story 'Delirium'!)

Preview for next chapter:

"Despite what you may believe, Caroline, I've let my humanity show a good deal."