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The truth, that was all he asked for. He didn't ask for a kiss, nor did he ask for sex. He asked for the truth, so that's what I gave him. The truth was that I wanted him as badly as he wanted me. Yes, I tried my best to hide our connection with hostility because I didn't want it to be the truth. But like it or not, there was a connection. If I was never going to see him again, then I was going to use the opportunity to finally give in to myself. I wanted to feel what it was like to indulge in something I wanted for once, even if it was the last time. At that point, I didn't care what my friends thought, I didn't care about right or wrong. He wanted a confession, and a confession is what he got.

From the second our eyes met each other, I felt the connection between us. It was powerful. I was drawn to him, like every time I was in his presence, only this time, I didn't fight it. I relished in it as it drew me closer to him. The moment our lips met, it was like the most epic fireworks went off inside my body. Sure, I had kissed a lot of guys before, but nothing had ever been like this. The way we moved with each other, it was perfect. It was like he knew me, knew my needs, better than anyone before.

We broke apart briefly, looking into one another's eyes. He looked at me as if to ask if I were sure. I smiled at him. We both knew what we wanted. I drew my hand up to his face, feeling his stubble as our lips met again, this time much more passionately. Soon, he had whooshed me up against a tree. I couldn't take it, even if the air was getting colder, I was burning up. I shed his jacket and soon mine was on the forest floor along side it. The raw passion between us as our hunger grew was intense. Next thing I know, he had ripped my shirt off. I really liked that shirt, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I just needed him closer.

I whooshed him across the way into another tree, taking control. I could hear a low growl erupt from his throat in pleasure as I ripped his shirt off, throwing the remains to the forest floor. He began to nip at my neck with his human teeth, making me moan in ecstasy. A thought flashed across my mind telling me that I wanted him to bite me, but I knew his bite was poisonous to me. I was about to dismiss the thought when I remembered, his blood was also the cure. I felt my hunger rise when I thought of his blood. I remembered how it tasted, obviously the best blood I had ever drank. Even better than my favorite B+.

In the meantime, our pants were discarded to the pine covered ground and the only thing that stood between us was my thin lace panties, which were soon in shreds as well. Without hesitation, I tackled him to the ground, surrounded by our torn clothes, and lowered myself onto him. At that moment, I had never felt so alive. This was the most passionate, impulsive thing I had ever done in my life. As our bodies connected, I felt the hunger in my veins grow. I could feel my vampire features creeping their way onto my face, and I tried to banish them, but no such luck. I felt his hand touch my face and I opened my eyes to see his own ocean blue eyes turning golden. I wasn't afraid of them, like I had been with Tyler. Instead, it turned me on that much more. He guided my head to his neck and turned to expose more of it.

"Have at it, sweetheart." He murmured into my own neck. I couldn't control it any longer, I sunk my teeth into his neck, right over his artery. As the blood filled my mouth, it was the most euphoric feeling. I almost didn't register when he bit into my own neck, until the pleasure from it coursed through my body. There was no pain like from the other times I had been bitten, only pleasure. I began to see visions, almost like memories flashing in front of my eyes, but I realized they were not my own. They were his memories of me. How he saw me at the ball, how he felt when he was around me. It was overwhelming. I wondered if he was seeing the same thing. He didn't drink much before pulling away, making sure that I drank enough of his own blood to counteract it. I was drawing his blood slowly, to savor it. It was addictive. After I pulled away, my thirst sated, the look in his eyes was indescribable. It was like I could see into his soul, seeing the good in him, the humanity.

In a split second, he had wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted me, carrying me at vamp speed until I was pressed against another tree. My hands were on his back as he thrust in and out of me. I dug my nails into the skin of his back so hard that I knew it was drawing blood. I heard him growl in pleasure as I left trails near his spine. I could feel my release coming quickly, and his movements were getting faster, he was getting close too. I moved my lips to his ear, whispering quietly enough so that only he could hear my confession.

"I want you, Niklaus."

It was enough to push us both over the edge, making us climax at the same time. We fell to the ground together, panting as we struggled to regain our breath.

Minutes later, I lay with my head resting peacefully on his chest, playing with his necklace and tracing his tattoo. His arm was wrapped around me protectively. I thought about what he had said, about leaving and never coming back.

"So you are really never coming back?" I asked, my voice a little shaky, threatening to give me away.

"I did promise you, love." He said almost sadly.

"So I'll never see you again?" I replied hesitantly.

"I promised you, Caroline, that I wouldn't seek you out. I never said anything about you coming to see me in New Orleans." He replied, smirking. There's the Klaus I knew, always finding loopholes.

"As I said before, I'm in college, I have goals, plans, and none of my plans involve you." I told him honestly. When I made my plans for the future, he wasn't in the picture.

"Plans are meant to be broken, love. They aren't set in stone. And since when did anything in Mystic Falls ever go by the plan?" He said smugly. I punched him on the shoulder.

"Just because plans can be broken doesn't mean they are meant to be! They can be changed, but that doesn't mean I'm going to." I replied.

"I didn't ask you to come live with me in New Orleans, love. I was merely suggesting that if you ever wished to visit, the door is open." He responded defensively. I bit back a smile at the thought of someday visiting New Orleans, of course, I wouldn't tell him that.

It was starting to get dark and I realized I was probably really late for meeting up with the rest of the gang back at the boarding house. I wondered if Katherine was dead yet? I pushed away the thought and realized that I was still naked, laying on the forest floor with Klaus.

I stood up and began the search for my clothes. My panties were in shreds, as was my shirt. I put on my bra and jacket, zipping up my jacket all the way. I slipped my pants on and watched as he did the same. His body was toned and muscular, his tattoos making him all the more appealing. Realizing that I was now standing there, staring at him, I turned my face to the ground, blushing.

I just had the hottest of hot hybrid sex with none other than the original big bad hybrid himself. I realized in the midst of it all, it was so much more than just sex though. It was the epitome of unspoken truths. And it was a LOT more than I bargained for. I hadn't expected certain feelings to creep their way into my heart, nor did I expect the moment of pure connection we had shared while we exchanged blood.

"I guess this is it, then." I spoke, not really knowing what to say.

"At least allow me to walk you back to the boarding house, seeing as my car is at the same destination." He replied, smirking over at me. I didn't mind that.

"Alright, fine. But no comments about what just happened. You got your confession." I replied honestly. I didn't want him talking about it in fear that the other vampires might overhear something.

"That I did, love, and it was much more than I ever expected." He replied, almost surprised.

"Well you better have enjoyed it, because it's the only confession you are ever getting from me." I responded, trying more to convince myself than him, although my voice didn't waver. A girl had to act confident!

"I can assure you, love, I enjoyed it more than you'll ever know." We began walking back in silence, sneaking occasional glances over to him.

As we reached the edge of the property, before walking out of the woods, he pulled on my hand, spinning me around into his arms. He leaned down and kissed me one last time, with as much passion and meaning as he could.

"Thank you for your honesty." He whispered in my ear before whooshing off to his car, leaving me breathless in the woods. It took a minute before I realized he had tucked something neatly into my pocket. I pulled it out, it was a piece of parchment rolled into a small scroll tied with a ribbon. I would wait until I got home to open it, fearing I would possibly break down by whatever was written or drawn inside.

I'm not one for one-shots, so this will most likely end up being an actual story! (Yes, I have an idea.) Hope you enjoyed some smutty goodness! -Bex