You're No Monster // Klaroline

Chapter Eight

Caroline's POV

I awaken with a massive headache just as I had planned, a little fuzzy on what went on last night. I remember Klaus fixing me into bed but I can't remember most of our conversation which I'll have to ask him about.

Immediately, Klaus is at the foot of my doorstep once I take a step out of bed onto the cold wooden floors.

"Caroline, how do you feel?" He asks, concerned. Why was he being so nice?

"Fine, I guess. What went on last night?" I am eager to know, so I might as well not stall. His face for the first time is actually flushed.

"Klaus? What happened..." I grow more and more worried by the second.

"You don't remember... Perfect," He sighs, frustrated, and runs a hand through his hair. I shake my head.

"Did we... You know..." I am beyond frightened for his answer. He shakes his head, alarmed I would even think of such things.

"I would never do that to you when you're drunk," he replies, and I blush. I know he wouldn't.

"Just tell me what happened please," I beg and he lets out a sigh.

"Well you got mad at me for shooing the guy you were dare I say it seductively dancing with and went into this whole rant about how I don't let you make your own decisions-" I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

"I remember that you ass, I just don't remember what happened at the end of the car ride and so on," I explain, annoyed. He lets out a sigh. Did something bad happen?

"Well you said something to me... You said you needed to get it out when you were drunk because it would be too hard for you sober." He stops to take a breath.

"What was it?" My hands start sweating just at the thought. What on earth could I have possibly told him in which I couldn't tell him sober?

"You said you sort of liked me... A lot," I stop him there and gather my thoughts. Oh no. God, how stupid could I be?!

"Well is it true?" Klaus seems eager to find out.

"Well of course not!" I fire back quicker than we both expected, tugging at the sleeves of my sweatshirt. I'm not ready to share my feelings with him. Not after Tyler and my mom- it's just a bad time. He furrows his eyebrows with a frown, seemingly hurt from my answer. I don't want to hurt him, but I can't tell him the truth, not yet at least.

"I should get going," he states after a moment of awkward silence. It is now my turn to be confused.

"Why?" I am sad that he wants to leave.
Of course I like Klaus, but I can't admit to it. Tyler would be heartbroken. I know what we've gone through was rough, but I could never do that to him.

"Because the only reason I stayed here overnight was to see if you were going to be okay and clearly you are now, so I'm going to leave," his voice is unusually frustrated. Klaus sighs and grabs his coat. I vamp over to him, stopping him from reaching the door.

"I'm sorry if I told you that and lead you on Klaus. I was drunk, I just-" he interrupts me before I can finish.

"Trust me. I could care less," he scowls before lightly pushing past me and slamming the door close. I flinch, sighing as I slump onto the couch. If only he knew.
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Klaus's POV

I am greeted home by Rebekah who smiles when she sees me, but I don't return the favor. I can't stand the fact Caroline told me that. I should have never believed her in the first place. I was just getting my hopes up. She was clearly well past drunk, and couldn't think clearly. I just led myself on.

"Well don't you seem happy brother," Rebekah smirks and struts over, pouring me and her a glass of wine. She walks back to me and offers me the drink which I find myself eagerly taking.

"Weren't you with Caroline?" She presses. God, I swear she can't stay out of drama.

"Yes, I was. Now I'm not. Now can you please get your nosy self out of my business," I say rather harshly, receiving a look from her. She places her hands on her hips.

"I do not appreciate being victimized because your little puppy love relationship is going badly!" She argues. I can tell she's not really hurt, but just trying to push my buttons like I did hers.

"Then stop asking so many questions to the point I'm getting a headache. I'll be upstairs, sister- or do you need to follow me up here as well and ask me what I'm going to do next?" I smirk, raising my eyebrows. She huffs.

"Oh piss off Nick," she takes another sip of her drink, and I down the rest of mine before I head upstairs, not wanting to see her any longer. Instead, I find myself running into Elijah, making me roll my eyes.

"Seriously it's like I can't get away," I growl. He has a stern look on his face as always, and breathes a loud sigh.

"I'm afraid we have a problem. There are witches around and they seem to think its okay to mess with your hybrids. I found one dead. Tyler told me about it, luckily. He said he tried to help him but the witch stopped him. Apparently the witch who killed him was an ex-lover of the hybrid and was a little mad. Anyways, we need to get revenge. Would you care to join me in a little witch hunt?" I smirk at the news.

"How long should this take to kill the girl?" I am impatient when I'm mad, and Elijah senses that.

"Two days perhaps, we have to use a locater spell to find her and then go to her wherever she is and then kill her."

"And why should we be so concerned over some witch? I could care less about my hybrids," I sigh. Elijah rolls his eyes.

"You have to start learning to care. Plus she said that she's going to try and come after you next, and then Rebekah, and then me and so on- everyone her ex boyfriend ever met I suppose," he tells me. I sigh in annoyance. Can't my life be peaceful for just one day?

"Well then we better get moving pretty quickly, shouldn't we?" I say with a smirk before we head outside.