AN: OMG I am so sorry guys! I've been procrastinating for some odd reason. I've been getting all kinds of story ideas flying at me but they aren't related to this one. Plus I've been doing a lot of roleplaying which is 99% of my procrastination. I'm going to start working on this baby though. I'm going to try and not leave you guys hanging. Deepest apologies, please forgive me.

Chapter 11 Everything is not Fine

Caroline woke up to an empty bed and she searched through the house. Her mom left for work already and Klaus was nowhere to be found. She wondered when he left, or if he even stayed the night or just left once she drifted off to sleep.

KPOV

Klaus drove to the Salvatore mansion. He was furious. How could Damon do that to his Caroline. His car sped into the long driveway and he raced to the front door. Courtesies were not needed for what he was planning. The door swung open and he marched into the house.

"Damon," he said and looked around the house. "I have to have a word with you," he growled through his teeth.

Klaus could hear shuffling footsteps coming through a hall. He turned his head and could see Damon walking through. Damon was adjusting the cuff on his sleeve and looked up to see Klaus in his house.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure?" Damon asked. Klaus rushed over to the black haired vampire. His hand gripped around the man's throat in a tight grasp. Damon's body hit the wall with a loud thud.

"I don't think this is a pleasure visit," Damon struggled to say. His hands gripped at Klaus's hand and tried to force his fingers up with no prevail.

"I heard what you did," Klaus growled.

"What was that?" Damon asked, his voice cracked underneath the force that Klaus was exerting on him.

Klaus raised Damon up higher and slammed him up against the wall again. "You know what you did!" he shouted.

"No," he said, his eyebrows rose. "I don't," he said.

"You hurt my Caroline," Klaus hissed and let Damon slink to the floor.

"Oh, that. I thought that was water under the bridge," Damon said. His hand wrapped around his neck and rubbed at it. "Since when do you talk with possessive adjectives? What's next? My Stefan?" he smirked.

"I'm not in the mood, Damon," he growled.

"Did somebody forget to have his breakfast this morning?" Damon mocked with a fake pout.

Klaus examined Damon. He was deciding on how far to take his punishment. He pulled Damon up off the ground by his shirt. He let his fangs drop and he bit into the nape of Damon's neck. "Oooh, that looks like quite the nasty bite," he said. "Perhaps you should do something about that I hear hybrid bites are quite nasty," he said and disappeared out of the Salvatore residence.

CPOV

The sound of a door shutting broke the silence of the Forbes's home. Caroline turned around in the kitchen and looked into the hallway. The curious look on her face turned into a smile. "Klaus! Where did you go?" she cheered.

"I went to take care of some business. Nothing you need to fret about," he said and walked into the kitchen. "So what have you been up to? Please don't tell me you were worrying about me," he chuckled.

"Well I was, but only for a tiny bit. Then I started making some French toast," she giggled. "And I have a few made. Do you want anything on them? Powdered sugar, strawberries, syrup?" she rambled off and searched through various drawers.

"This is awfully domestic of you. I didn't think you were the type," Klaus smirked.

"Well I'm not, so take this as a once in a decade offer," she smirked.

"That's my girl," he grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist. His chin rested on her shoulder.

"What?" she asked.

"You're adjusting your perception of time," he said.

She shrugged her shoulders and unwrapped his arms from her waist. She flipped another piece of toast on the oven.

"It's progress. I'm proud of you," he said and kissed her cheek.

Caroline's eyes shut and she shrugged her shoulders once more. "It's more like it's a phrase but whatever, Klaus."

"Well then just humor me, love," he whispered into her ear and kissed it.

She flinched away. "Stop it! Seriously," she giggled. "I'm not a cook. I'm going to burn them," she said.

"Well I'm not really in the mood for French toast anyway," he whispered against her neck. The feeling of his smooth lips grazing against her neck caused goose bumps

"Klaus!" she said and pushed him away from her. "Just cool it okay. Just calm your pants. It's the freaking morning," she smirked.

"Who said anything about pants," he chuckled.

"Klaus," she glared. "So what business were you getting taken care of that was so important you had to leave me to wake up to an empty house?" she asked and tilted her head to the side.

"I had a visit with your pal Damon. Nothing super important I guess," he said and went back to kissing her neck. "So my apologies, love," he whispered and held her close to him.

Caroline searched through her brain. She wanted to know why Klaus would visit Damon. Damon of all people. Then her brain brought to the surface the conversation that they had had the night before. She told him what happened between her and Damon.