Hey guys!

This is going to be quite a long author's note, and chapter, so prepare yourself!

First of all, I watched some clips on YouTube this morning of the latest episode (4x13 - 'Into the Wild'), and . . . well, I only watched the Klaroline and Delena scenes. Aaaaand, I pretty much sat there the whole time going: "No . . . .no . . . no . . . NO! Kllaaaus, why?!", "Damon . . . .Elena! N'aaaawwwwww!", and "He loves her! He's going to save her! Klaus! AAaaaahhh!". So, yeah. I think I woke up most of my family, but I didn't care, it was just too cute!

Thanks so much for your reviews of the last chapter. I know, cliff-hanger, but there's been so many of them now, I guess we'll just have to accept that they're here to stay. Thanks to;

Aaaammber, RobynAmy95, glevez25, Missyr256, TvdLuverr, IrishBeauty98, DevilnAngel16, hellodaydreamer, Sam0728, mikaelsonswife, AUniqueGirl, PsychVamp, .el, lily94, SingLikeThere'sNobodyListening, oXxgeorgiaxXo, Klaroline, SophieSheeran, black111star, and Mystery Girl3.

And I'd like to take the opportunity to answer some of your questions that you asked, just in case anybody has similar ones. If you have any questions about this fic, then just review, and I'll try to reply to the best of my ability.

Guest - "Isn't Jeremy one of the Five? Since Klaus killed him, won't he get hallucinations now?"
Thank you for bringing that up, because I completely forgot about that! I guess I've made this very complicated now. I think maybe . . . well, read this chapter, and then, at the end of it, on the little Author's Note, I will answer properly, because it won't make sense otherwise.

.el (for some reason, every time I try to type your username, it won't let me, and it changes it to .el, so I apologize) - "Why didn't Klaus give Caroline his blood right away?"
That, my friend . . . is a very good point. I think because, well . . . he didn't give his blood to Caroline right away, because . . . first of all, he was panicked, and didn't really know what to do. He didn't want to give her his blood, as well, because he didn't want someone to come along and kill Caroline, turning her into a vampire. I know someone could have easily killed her, and then she'd be dead for good, but I don't think he really had that much time to think about it.

justine - "Did Mikael compel Matt to deliver Caroline?"
Yes, he did. Because Esther's a witch, so she couldn't have compelled him. I might not have mentioned this before, but Esther's not actually a vampire in this fic. Caroline doesn't know this, though. She just assumes, because Esther is also immortal, that she's a vampire. But no, she's a witch. She just uses preservation spells. But anyway, yes, Mikael did compel Matt.

Klaroline - "Do you know how many chapters there will be?"
I don't know exactly, no. Sorry about that, because I did originally think it would be about twenty. But then I had to change some things around, and some events stretched over more chapters than I planned. The way that I have it written (I have typed up mini plans that go a few chapters ahead, so I don't get stuck), I'm already up to chapter twenty, with about ten more chapters worth to add. So . . . it's looking like it might stretch to thirty. Is that alright with you guys?

black111star - "Are they going to turn her?"
No. Caroline won't become a vampire. At least, not in this chapter, anyway.

I hope that answered your questions, and please, if you have any more, just ask!




"Hello, Caroline." said Mikael, and it was the first time Caroline had ever heard him speak. His voice was so full of mocking, and fake-friendship that she wanted to stake him right there and then. "How nice to finally meet you properly!"

"We just thought," Esther continued, a fake smile plastered across her face. And Caroline could see all the intentions behind it. She wasn't exactly being discrete. "That it would be nice if we got to know you a little better."

Caroline felt like her head was going to explode. It felt like it was on fire, or being pierced with a thousand needles. The pain was so intense, she didn't know how to describe it. She had never felt such a thing before. Her hands clutched at her head, and pulled at her hair. She squeezed her eyes shut, and brought her knees up to her chin. And she rocked backwards and forwards on the cold, stone floor that had once been so welcoming. She didn't know what she had done to deserve that level of pain, but in that moment, she would have taken it back in an instant. Red clouded her vision. It was all she could see, just flashes of red.

She knew it was Esther that was doing it to her. She knew what magic was, even if she had never been under it's influence before. Esther was a witch. It all made sense, really. After all, who else could have created the first vampires, if not a witch? Caroline didn't know the details, but she was pretty sure that was how it would have happened.

She could hear them laughing. Laughing at her, from the other side of the room. Such cruel, merciless laughter. It echoed in her ears, and bounced around in her mind. It rippled, and tore through every bone in her body. She wanted it to stop, just wanted it to stop. But it didn't. Because they liked it. They were enjoying her pain. After all, they were the ones causing it.

The pain stopped briefly, and then moved to her whole body. She felt like she was being pulled limb from limb, and her bones were being slowly broken. And it kept shifting, the pain. It felt different every time. One minute it was a stabbing, piercing pain, and then she couldn't breathe, like she was being choked. One thing didn't change though; it never stopped. It felt like it was going to last forever. Just eternal torture. Forever burning. Forever bleeding.

She curled, and writhed on the floor, feeling it's hard stone press against her back. She tried to scream, but it was like her mouth had been sown up. No sound came out, and she ended up gasping for breath. She had never wanted her life to end so badly.

Then, all of a sudden, the pain stopped all together. A single tear slid down Caroline's face, as she lay there. Her cheek pressed into the floor, and she just felt numb. The only thing she could feel was the cold. And that was when she felt it in her arms. It crept up her skin slowly, and she just kept still, feeling the piercing pain, as the magic carved into her skin.











The words were now carved into her arms for all eternity, in her own blood. Caroline didn't even need to look at them. She had felt them. Each one a forceful blow, hitting her with as much strength as a physical hit. She felt her blood seep onto the floor, but she still didn't move. She didn't see the point. If she didn't move, she might bleed out. And then it would all be over. The hurt would be gone, and the pain. She wanted to die.

She let herself open her eyes, and saw Esther and Mikael, on the other side of the room. She saw the smiles on their faces, and it made her feel sick. They really were monsters, and she hoped that they burned. She hoped that Damon succeeded in killing them. She hoped that they died a slow and painful death. The only suitable ending for two vicious murderers. Damon! she thought. He would come soon, come to kill them. And maybe then, she would be safe. He could help her. All he had to do was give her his blood, and kill Mikael and Esther. But that was more easily said than done. How could Damon stand even the slightest chance, against an extremely powerful witch, and one of the first vampires ever created? Still, all she had to do was wait.

Caroline could swear she heard footsteps, then. She looked around the floor, and saw a pair of shoes walking towards her. She couldn't lift her head enough to look up, so she just lay there instead, listening to the click of the women's heels as she walked. Her ankles were at an odd angle, and Caroline could tell that the woman was swinging her hips as she walked. The shoes stopped mere centimetres from Caroline, and the woman bend down, kneeling in front of her. She felt an ice-cold hand push some hair back gently from her eyes, and sighed. It was over.

She looked up, and was met with the cold, brown eyes of Katherine Pierce.

Caroline gasped, and sat up quickly, scrambling to get as far away from Katherine as she could. The brunette just laughed, a beautiful laugh, like wind-chimes. But there was an underlying dark tone to it that Caroline did not fail to notice. Katherine stood back up, and her skirts swished, as she began to walk in circles around Caroline, her hands clasped behind her back. Mikael and Esther were gone, and Caroline didn't know whether she was comforted by that, or more scared.

"He doesn't love you, you know," Katherine began, her voice matter-of-fact. Caroline bit her lip, and just sat, her chin resting on her knees, and trying to make herself as small as possible. "Klaus. He can't love anyone, he's not capable of it. You would have been better off helping us kill him. Because in the end, he's going to kill you too. He's killed so many before, what makes you think he won't do the same to you? Think, Caroline! Think of all the people that he's killed! Murdered, in cold blood! Picture them!"

Caroline knew it wasn't real, but suddenly, she was surrounded by them, the bodies of the people that Klaus had killed. They lay, scattered around the room, some piled up, like waste waiting to be thrown away. Like broken toys that a child no longer wanted. Some of their bodies lay at sickening angles, twisted, and contorted. Some of them were so mangled, they didn't even look like people at all. She wanted to scream, she wanted them to go away, but they stayed.

"He killed them, took their lives in his hands, and ripped it from their bodies. Just like he did to Jenna, and . . ." Katherine whispered, and suddenly, she began to change. Her voice grew deeper, and her hair began to grow shorter. Her beautiful dress was replaced by men's servant clothes. The bodies disappeared, and in Katherine's place, with a neck covered in bruises, was Jeremy. "To me! It's your fault that I'm dead, your fault that he killed me! Anna will never forgive you. When she knows, when you tell her what happened to me, she won't even be able to look at you. Because you let him do this to me. He's evil, and he's not going to change. Not for you, not for anyone. And if you hadn't stopped me, he'd be dead by now, and we'd all be safe. That monster, would be dead, and so many lives would have been saved . . . "

"You can't change him, Caroline," and suddenly, it wasn't Jeremy anymore. His hair was red, and long. His clothes turned into a plain, grey dress, and his eyes were a dark grey. The bruises on his neck disappeared, only to be replaced by two gaping holes that were gushing with blood. Jenna. You can't change what's in his true nature. He's going to kill you! Can't you see that? He killed me, Caroline. And all just because he got angry! Imagine what he could do to you, the harm he could cause, the pain he could inflict! He can't love you. He doesn't. He's not capable of it. People like him, they don't love, they only destroy. Rip things apart, until there's nothing left. You don't love him. You can't . . . "

"You love me," Caroline felt like crying and screaming all at once. It was Tyler. Except, that it wasn't. He was older, and more handsome. He wore the clothes of a very rich lord, and his eyes were cold, unseeing. He wasn't the Tyler that Caroline knew. "You know you do, you always have. But I left you, didn't I? I got boredof you. I never wanted you, not really. We were just friends, but you couldn't let it go. Your feelings for me . . . you took it too far. Were you really pathetic enough to believe that I could ever love you? Why do you think I left?"

Tears streamed down her face, as she watched him change again. She still couldn't scream, only capable of small, gasping noises. Her throat was dry, and her lips cracked. Her hair was matted with blood, and crimson stained her dress. And when she saw who Tyler changed into, she could hardly move. Her father, Bill.

"You've let me down, Caroline. How could you let Klaus use you like this? I thought you were stronger than that! I raised you stronger than that! Stronger than this! I told you to never forget what he is, and what have you done? You've fallen in love with him! Have you forgotten all the things he's done? You're nothing but a lovesick, weak little girl! Just a little girl . . . "

" . . . Vulnerable, small, scared little girl," Caroline knew that voice, and she didn't even have to look up from the floor to know who it was. The shivers that it sent down her spine told her that. Kol. "Do you know how easy it was? For me to hurt you? To break your pretty little neck? You made it so simple. My brother only saved you, so that he can kill you later. He needs a plaything, someone to mess with. He enjoys tormenting people. He enjoys the hunt. He's thousands of years old, he gets bored. He's just bored . . ."

". . . Did you honestly think I could ever love you?" as Kol's voice shifted, and changed to one that Caroline knew too well, she flinched at the harsh words. Of all the things she had heard, he still affected her the most. Klaus. "How could you be so stupid? You know, I had high hopes for you. I didn't think you were like the others, you didn't give in as easily. I thought I had found an equal match, a real good fight. But no, you fell for it, just like the rest of them. You're pathetic! I was just waiting for the right moment to kill you."

Caroline shook her head. It couldn't be true, Klaus loved her. She knew he did. He'd told her so. She tried to make herself small, tried to vanish, to make it seem as though she didn't even exist. She thought that if she curled up small enough, his words wouldn't hit her with such a vicious impact. Because at the moment, it felt like he was throwing knives at her, each one cutting her open slowly. Her arms still bled from the words that had been carved into them, and his sharp words only added to the pain.

"You know what predators do to their prey?" Klaus continued, and Caroline shook her head manically. It wasn't real. He'd go away eventually, she just had to ignore him. It wasn't real. "They lure them into a false sense of security, and then, they kill them. They play with them, toy with them, and then kill them in the cruellest, most violent way possible, and they enjoy it, watching that poor little animal suffer. That's all I was doing, and you fell for it. You believed me! The more I fooled you, the funnier it became, because, the more you fell in love with me, the more it was going to hurt. And I enjoy your pain, it's . . . exhilarating."

And then, he was gone, they all were. And it felt like she was underwater again, like she was drowning. She knew she was screaming, but she couldn't hear it properly. It sounded distant, faraway, like she wasn't a part of it. She didn't feel her tears on her cheeks, or the blood on her dress. She no longer felt the pain of her stab wound, or the cuts on her arms, she felt nothing. She just wanted to scream until her voice was hoarse, and cry until her body was all dried up. She tore at the stone walls with her fingernails until they bled, but she still didn't feel it. The only thing that she could hear that she knew to be real, was the Esther and Mikael's laughter. It bounced off the walls and into her ears like a twisted melody.

Klaus ran through the castle at vampire-speed, trying to find anyone that he could tell, anyone to warn of the impending attack. How had his day with Caroline turned into this? He shook his head, there was no time for that. Caroline was wounded, she needed help, and he needed to get it for her. But first, he needed to warn his family. Still, he did not pass anyone in the hallways, and if he did, he was running to fast to have noticed.

Then, he saw a servant girl come walking down the corridor. She was carrying blankets, and was walking very close to the wall, obviously wanting to get her task finished so that she could go to bed. It was late at night, and she did not want to be disturbed. But under the circumstances, Klaus simply could not care less. He slowed down to a walk, and started towards the young maid. She had long, black hair dark as the night, that fell down her back gently. She was very beautiful, and had striking blue eyes. April, Klaus thought her name was, but he didn't care much for names, under the circumstances either.

"Excuse me!" he yelled, stopping April in her tracks. He put his hand on her arm, and she flinched, dropping the blankets immediately. She didn't pick them up, and he didn't tell her to, there wasn't time. "You need to go and deliver a message to my siblings. Tell them the castle is under attack. Damon and Stefan Salvatore and Katherine Pierce have taken it upon themselves to try and kill us. Tell them not to trust too many people, and when you've done that, tell Meredith to go to my chambers immediately, Caroline is hurt, and she needs her help. Now go! Run!"

April shrieked, and lifted her skirts as she ran. Klaus watched her for a moment, before turning back, and running back the way he came. He wanted to make sure Caroline was alright. He didn't want to give her his blood this time, just in case. He wanted to see what Meredith advised. He knew it was stupid, but he thought that his blood might make her worse this time, instead of healing her. He was sure he had read somewhere about a human having vampire blood in their system so many times, making them ill. He was probably wrong, but he didn't want to take the chance, Meredith would know better, anyway.

He ran back down hallways, and passageways, up and down staircases, at top speed. He had never ran so fast in his life. But then, he had never really been in this kind of situation before. He had never cared about someone, as much as he cared about Caroline. He loved her, and if anything happened to her because he'd left her, he would never forgive himself. Finally, he came back to his door. He crashed through it, and back into his room.

She wasn't there. His room was empty, and silent. There was no sign that there had been any struggle though, which reassured Klaus a little. Still, Caroline was gone, and the only sign that she had ever been there in the first place was a pool of blood on the wall and floor where she had been sat.

"She seemed stronger than this," Esther muttered, as she turned to Mikael. She had cast a barrier spell between them and the girl, like there was a glass pane between them. They could see her, but any noise she was making was muted, and faraway. The girl, however, could not see them at all, and thought she was all alone in the room. She sat in the corner now, crying and screaming still, her fingers bleeding from clawing at the wall. "She didn't even last five minutes."

"Don't be so hard on her," Mikael whispered, and for a moment, Esther was shocked, until she saw the evil smile on her husband's lips. "Not many could even live through this level of torture. She is a strong one, though she may not look it. But it's just the same as with horses. You have to bend it's will, until it knows you're it's master. That's what we have to do with her. We just have to break her, and eventually, she will submit. Then we can kill her."

Esther nodded, and turned back to the girl. She muttered another spell, and Caroline began to jerk, and twitch. It felt like she was being bitten by a thousand ants, and they were crawling all over her. Of course, there was nothing really there, but that was what it felt like. They were crawling all over her skin, which was beginning to itch, and sting. And then, it got worse. They weren't just on her skin, they were under it. She could swear she saw it, little bumps moving around under the skin of her arms. She felt the bile rising in her throat at the sight, and she looked away, but she could still feel it. It was like they were gnawing at her bones, and crawling inside her lungs.

Suddenly, the great door to the hall burst open, and Matt, the servant boy was thrown into the room. His neck was bruised, and he landed on his side with a sickening 'crack'. And then, in strolled Damon. His hair was slightly dishevelled, no doubt from a brief fight with Matt, and he looked confident, a stake in his hand, and one tucked into his belt. A smile graced his lips, that was, until he saw Caroline in the corner. He didn't move, just stood, in the middle of the room, and his smile faded. He felt very small, all of a sudden, and useless.

Esther flicked her wrist, and the barrier was lifted. Now that she could see her attackers, Caroline shrunk even further into the corner. The crawling stopped, and she fell limp. Damon took a cautious step forward, anger coursing through his veins, and twirled the stake in his hand.

"Now," he said, his confidence back again, as they had stopped hurting her, at least. He wanted then, more than ever, to kill Mikael and Esther. He knew they could be cruel, but what they had done to Caroline was just evil. True, he hadn't been particularly nice to her the last time they'd met, but he'd been angry and under pressure. Besides, nobody deserved that kind of torture, especially not someone as kind and pure as Caroline. "I wonder what Niklaus, would think of this? Oh, here's an idea . . . why don't we ask him?"

Caroline's heart stopped, as she heard familiar footsteps enter the room. She looked up from the corner, and there he was. Klaus. He looked even more beautiful than she remembered, and she wanted nothing more than to run into his arms, but her legs no longer possessed the strength. And no matter what the people created by Esther's spell had said to her, she still needed him. She still . . . she still had feelings for him. No matter how beautiful he was, though, Caroline didn't think she had ever seen him more angry. Not even when he had found out about the Salvatore's plan to kill him and his family.

"You have about half an hour," Klaus whispered, turning to Damon. He hadn't even looked at Caroline yet, he couldn't. If he did, and he let himself really take in what they had done to her, he might lose it completely, because he knew it was bad. He had seen Damon's expression when he'd looked into the corner. So he didn't look. "To get out of here, or I'll let my siblings tear your throat out. So I suggest you leave quickly."

"Nice knowing you," Damon nodded, and gave Mikael and Esther a mocking bow, before disappearing from the room at vampire-speed.

A sharp knock on her door woke Elena from her peaceful sleep. She shot up in her bed, her heart beating wildly. Reaching for the candle on her nightstand, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, and padded on her bare feet towards the door. Rubbing her eyes, she pulled it open, to reveal a very panicked-looking Damon. She didn't even have time to greet him, before he stormed into her chambers, and started pacing along the wooden floorboards. So that she could see him better, Elena set the candle down on the table, and opened the curtains wide. In the moonlight, she could see the fear in his eyes, and ran over to him, gripping his shoulders.

"Damon, what is it?" she asked quietly, staring deep into his eyes. He hated it when she did that, because he always had to tell her when she did. There was something about those deep, brown eyes that he just couldn't resist.

"I'm leaving." he whispered, and when he heard Elena gasp, he smiled a little. She let go of his shoulders, but he took hold of her waist instead, and raised one of his hands to cup her cheek gently.

"When?" she asked, and he heard the fear in her voice. She didn't want him to leave, she wanted him to stay. With her. Not in the castle, obviously, but when it was all over, she'd hoped that they could be together.

"Tonight, as soon as possible. Well, now, basically." he laughed a little at how nervous he was. He had never been nervous before, but whenever he was around Elena, it was different. She made him different. "Stefan and Katherine have a carriage waiting outside. I came to see you, and then I'm going."

"But where will you go?" she asked, tears beginning to form in her eyes. Damon had never seen Elena cry before, and the sight was heart-breaking. He tried to sooth her, and wiped away her tears with the pad of his thumb. She relaxed into his arms, and let him hold her.

"I don't know yet." he replied honestly. "Everywhere."

"I don't want you to go." Elena murmured, so quietly that Damon almost missed it. He pulled back slightly, to look into her eyes, to see if she meant it. The look in her eyes was so honest and pure, that he couldn't help but smile.

"And I don't want to leave you." Elena cried even harder at his words, floods of tears racing down her cheeks as she looked at him. "That's why I came here. I wanted to ask you if you . . . if you wanted to come with me? I know it's short notice, but I have to leave tonight. And I fear if I leave now, I will never see you again, and I couldn't bear that, because . . . I love you, Elena. So much. I have never loved anyone this much before, and the thought scares me, it terrifies me, but I know you feel the same way. I don't mean to be forward, but, please, will you come?"

Elena gasped. She knew what Damon was asking of her. To leave her family, her friends, her life behind, and to be with him. To travel anywhere and everywhere, and to stay with him. She didn't particularly like Katherine, and she found Stefan a little dull, but the idea of spending the rest of her life with Damon . . . it was an offer she couldn't refuse. Still . . . the rest of her life, what did that mean? Would she stay human, and he would watch, as she grew old? Or would he turn her into a vampire, like him? At the moment though, things like that didn't matter. They could cross that bridge when they came to it.

"Yes!" she cried, and flung her arms around him, kissing him with so much force that Damon nearly fell over. He smiled against her lips, and had to restrain himself from picking her up and twirling her round like a little girl. But they didn't have time. Rebekah, Elijah, and Finn would be coming after them soon, there was no time to stand around making moon-eyes.

"Pack a bag," he whispered, and kissed her cheek. He headed for the door, and held it open, as he added; "I'll be waiting outside in the carriage. Don't be long, we don't have much time left."

Caroline cowered in the corner. She wasn't really sure what was going on, it had all happened so fast. One minute, Klaus had been stood there, yelling at Mikael and Esther, the next, he'd been on the floor, screaming and his bones had been cracking. She'd flinched as she heard each one break. She thought it was another part of their torture, another cruel joke. She'd thought she was watching him die, as some sort of punishment. She'd watched him, his clothes tearing, and his body covered in sweat, she'd watched him for a while, unable to tear her eyes away.

Then, his body had begun to . . . change. It's form shifted, and shaped itself into something else entirely. His teeth became longer, not unlike when she had seen his fangs. His eyes flashed gold, and his face began to morph into that of a monster. A real monster. Fur began to cover his body, and his screams turned into growls. He'd thrown his clothes into the corner, and Caroline would have been embarrassed at the indecency of it, if she wasn't so scared. And before she even had time to react, Klaus was gone, and he'd been replaced by a giant, black wolf.

The events which had followed that, Caroline wasn't sure of, because that was when she'd turned away. She could hear Esther's screams, and the sound of clothes and flesh tearing. She knew what was going on, but still didn't want to look. She had seen enough death and murder in the past few days to last her a life time, she didn't need to witness another.

It was only about ten minutes later, when she felt a hand on her knee. The touch of the hand was so familiar, she turned round, and placed her hand over his. And there, crouched before her, was Klaus. He had put his clothes back on, and was now smiling down at Caroline, cautiously, checking for the damage. He helped her stand up, carefully, and caught her in his arms when she almost fell.

"What did they do to you?" he whispered, tucking a strand of bloody, matted hair behind her ear. Caroline shook her head, almost unable to speak. She simply pulled back her sleeves, and showed him her bleeding hands, and the words carved into her arms. The look in his eyes said it all. He fingered the words carefully with his thumb, and sighed. "Oh, Caroline. I'm so sorry."

She shook her head, trying to tell him that it wasn't his fault, and he took her into his arms, stroking her hair. "You're beautiful," he whispered, kissing the top of her head, "And don't let anyone tell you any different. I promise you, I will never let anybody hurt you like that again, I swear it."

Looking up into his eyes as he held her, Caroline had never felt more at home. He smiled down at her, and her world exploded with colours, and passion. She was complete, when she was with him. And in that moment, that was when she finally realized, something she had known all that time, but had never admitted it.

She loved him.

Well? First, before you go, I need to say a few more things;

There were a few references or quotes from some other TV shows and movies, and I'd just like to point them out. The first one was, the writing on Caroline's arms, that was inspired by the torture scene of Hermione Granger in Harry Potter, when Bellatrix carved the world "mudblood" into her arm. The second one was, when Esther made Caroline think she was seeing all those people, that was inspired by the First, in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, when it was talking to Spike in Season 7. And finally, the thing about the horses, was taken from a Pretty Little Liars episode, something Kate said to Hanna; "Training a horse, it's an art. You have to bend it's will, until it knows you are it's master. That's how you're gonna feel, when I'm done with you."

And the question that was raised earlier, if Jeremy's one of the Five, does that mean that Klaus will suffer from hallucinations? I'm going to say no, because, Klaus is a hybrid, so . . . I'm bending the rules a little, really. It did say that if a vampire killed a Hunter, then he would hallucinate, but strictly speaking, Klaus isn't a vampire. I know it may seem like I only added that to the story for a way out of that, but I really didn't, I've actually had this scene planned the whole time, it's just kind of made things easier, now.

Review please! :D