Is It Wrong? (A Klaroline Fic)

No Sleep

Klaus's thoughts raced, searching for the reason of this unforeseen message from Caroline – from the little vampire who had mysteriously captured his interests not too long ago.

His jaw tightened the more he tried deciphering the text's meaning. The fierce Caroline he knew would never, never, send him a simple message, even out of pure boredom. Something had to be stirring up back in the small town of Mystic Falls. Klaus then glanced up at the clock; it was 3:00am. The last time Caroline had contacted him directly, and out of the blue, was to help save the older Salvatore. This message undeniably had to be nothing more.

Klaus smirked faintly, appreciating the fact that she hadn't erased him from her contacts. He quickly dismissed the absurd notion from his mind. He was about to message back when he decided calling her would be more appropriate. Yet, if this was such an emergency as he assumed, why only his name in the message?

Klaus did not wish to continue playing this guessing game, knowing his questions could be easily answered over a quick phone call. He dialed her number, from memory, and anxiously awaited while sitting on his bed's ledge. The phone rang and rang, eventually going to Caroline's voicemail. The sound of her cheery voice picking up on the answering machine was enough to bring a small smile to his lips, but not for long.

He hung up.

The muscles within his body began to ache from being held stiff as he stared blankly at his phone. Why wasn't she answering? She had only sent the message minutes ago. He decided to try calling once more, but soon he was met with her voicemail once again.

He stood then to pace around the dark room as he drummed his phone against his lips, contemplating what he was to do.

Perhaps, he supposed, she was considering his conclusive offer. The thought never crossed his mind until now. Maybe this was her trying to reach out in an attempt to capture his interests - which he honestly would never lose - and leave her small town behind.

He suddenly stopped and inwardly groaned, becoming amused by his own internal conflict this girl was causing in his mind over a bloody message. She didn't have a hold on him anymore, or did she? He returned to Mystic Falls to put those feelings to rest. He was certain she had done the same and he meant nothing to her anymore. Yet, the impulse to catch the first plane back to Virginia was encroaching more into his mind at the thought of having a reason to see her lovely face again.

However, the French Quarter was in quail as neither the humans, witches, werewolves nor vampires could not come to an affluent agreement. He could not risk leaving while no one would have Elijah's back. Nor should Caroline come here as things were soon to become perilous.

After circling the room numerous times, he decided not to make any rash decisions, at least, not tonight.

To keep his composure and not appear in any way eager, he replied to her message.

"What is it?"

Maybe he sounded too detached, however, it would suffice for now. Since his two calls failed, he didn't anticipate a response back from her anytime soon. He went back to sleep.

Caroline woke in the morning to the sun's golden rays making their way through the small gaps between the closed curtains. She stirred around in her blankets before she decided it was time to get up and be productive. She rolled out of bed to put some coffee on while she showered.

After fastening her hair up in a towel and pulling a small robe around her body, Caroline heard her phone chime in the other room.

Before even considering to look at her phone, she instead got dressed and poured herself a cup of coffee. She knew she wouldn't get to enjoy this free time for the remainder of the day. After getting her makeup on and doing some unnecessary cleaning, Caroline went to pick up her phone.