Ugh!

Stupid Tyler for being such a stupid Stupidhead. Why did he have to let her down one too many times? Why, when things are going perfectly well, does he have to do stupid things that make her crazy?

She flopped herself on her bed, taking in the events of the evening. Everything was going so nicely with Tyler. He took her to dinner at her favorite restaurant and then to a silly girly movie that she'd been wanting to see. They get to the Grill, and that stupid ho Haley was there. What's with the name Haley, anyway? Stupid name.

Hey Tyler! She thought about how the girl said his name, walking right passed her and straight to Tyler with that look in her eye. That dirty, slutty bitch look in her eyes. She dripped with sex. The way she walked and talked, that cheeky little smirk that she gave him. Ugh and the way she was holding that pool stick! Hellooooo, suggestive much? And then what does Tyler say? What does he have the gall to say?

Hey Haley!

Hey Haley!? Like she wasn't even there!

Uuuughhhh!

Oh, he tried to hide it, but he couldn't. She'd seen that look in his eyes one too many times. That oh so NOT subtle look of desire and lust. It used to be only for her, but now she knew. Oh she knew! That she was just another girl in a long line of girls that had fallen for that meat headed wolf boy!

She remembered the look he gave her when she shook her head in disbelief.

"What?" He had said.

What? WHAT?! Seriously? What do you think, Tyler? She couldn't believe the way he was acting and she'd had enough. She stormed out of there with only a quick look behind her and that's when it got worse.

He hadn't followed her. That was it. He didn't care enough to follow her and settle her down. So what if she was being dramatic? So what if she was reading into things? She wasn't! But, so what if she was? He should know that her self esteem had been at the breaking point since that slut came to town. She had heard rumors, heard things about the time they had spent with each other, but she didn't want to believe them. But this just sealed the deal, Haley had won.

She felt so small in that moment. After how many times she had helped him, how many times they had helped each other and this was how he repaid her? Without a second thought she flung the car door open, slammed it and drove home.

And now she was home on a Friday night, with nothing to do. She let out another soft sigh and went to her dresser to pull out some pajamas. I guess it's a movie night with Me, Myself and I, she thought. "Please let Mom have ice cream in the freezer" Please for the love of God, let there be some gooey, chocolate, caramel and soul consoling ice cream in the freezer!

After taking a long hot bath, she decided on her favorite flannel pajama bottoms, that always made her feel better, and a tank top, and after slipping on her oh so cozy bunny slippers, she made her way to the kitchen.

"Yes!" she said, "Ice cream!" Thank you Ben and Jerry's for making the glorious treat that is Phish Food. Vanilla ice cream, caramel and little chocolate fishies ready to swim into her mouth. Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.

She grabbed a spoon and headed for the living room to snuggle in and watch The Bachelor Pad. Thank God for DVRs. How did we ever survive without them? She had missed the last few episodes and was eager to see who won. Before she got there she realized that she left her phone in her room. It's not that she was hoping to have a text from Tyler, okay maybe she was a little bit, but she also wanted to make sure she called Elena or Bonnie so she could wallow in her misery.

When she walked into her room she noticed the window open and on her dresser was a dozen red roses, a card and a small package.

"Nice try, Tyler," she scoffed. If he thought sneaking into her room and leaving flowers is gonna make up for what he'd done, he had another thing com-

Caroline's thoughts were halted when she read the small card and the old world handwriting that graced it.

My Dearest Caroline,

I am still unable to get you off my mind. You have bewitched me through and through and I will not relent until I make you mine. How many times must I make advances toward you to realize my sincerity?

Please accept these roses and small gift as a way of expressing my deepest feelings toward you!

With Love, Klaus

P.S. - Oh, and this was Rebekah's idea.

Oh great, another expensive gift from Klaus that she's going to have to give back. What is it this time? A necklace? A watch? Another bracelett that was worn by Princess Dianna herself? She picked up the small package and unwrapped it. Her eyes widened when the small gift revealed itself.

No he didn't?! She was in shock. Klaus, Original Hybrid, Deviant Mastermind, and absolute Thorn in Her Side had done the unthinkable...

He had made her a mixed tape.

She rushed to her stereo to play the tape and realized she didn't own a stereo with a tape player. "Oh no," she said as her shoulders dropped. Where would she find a cassette player? Did she know anyone that even owned one still? Suddenly she remembered and raced to the end of the hall.

She pulled the string down that lead to the attic and climbed up the ladder. A moment later she came down, dusting off the old tape player that her father used to have in the living room all those years ago. She silently thanked him for never throwing anything away.

She raced to her room and plugged it in, and held her breath as she waited to see if the old thing still worked.

Success!

She took the tape out of its plastic protective case and closed it carefully in the ancient machine. She pushed play and anticipated the first song to come through on the stereo. She listened closely as the first song began. It was familiar. Some sharp snare drum beats with a melodic siren dancing over the top...and then it started. She suddenly burst into laughter, recognizing the song.

If I was your boyfriend,

I'd never let you go

I can take you places you ain't never been before

Baby take a chance or you'll never ever ever know

I got money in my hands that I'd really like to blow

Swag swag swag, on you

Chillin by the fire while we eatin' ...

She howled in laughter as the song continued. Immediately lifting her mood as she danced around the room to the Biebs' beats. If this was the first song he picked, she couldn't wait to hear what else was on the tape.

As Justin came to an end a new melody came across the speakers. But it couldn't have been more different than the last. This time a jazzy voice came ringing through.

I gotta see you. Oh, somehow

Not tomorrow, but right now

And I know it's late but, oh, don't make me wait

So come on baby.

Oh let's steal away, oh let's steal away

Don't make me start thinking

Cause I might change my mind

My folks are sleeping so please don't waste anytime

Oh, and I know it's late, oh but please don't make me wait

So, come on, come on, let's steal away

Please let's steal away...

She recognized the sultry voice as Etta James, and just as she suspected, a number of songs from the past 100 years, and older followed her. Soft instrumental pieces from other jazz artists, a few piano pieces that had familiar melodies that reminded her of Beethoven or another powdered wig composer. She laughed, thinking of Klaus in that sort of a get up. With a grey wig, and fancy shirt with stockings and high heeled shoes. That had to have been a sight. The music was beautiful, and she knew that he picked them because somehow they reminded him of her, and that brought a slight blush to her face.

Finally a song came on that she recognized. Paul, John, Ringo and George began their steely guitar riff and she smiled at the familiar sound.

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something

I think you'll understand

When I say that something

I want to hold your hand

I want to hold your hand

I want to hold your hand

Oh please say to me

You'll let me be your man

And please say to me

You'll let me hold your hand

She sang at the top of her lungs and danced around her room. Jumping on her bed and pretending to play the drums, with Ringo. She loved the Beatles. Her and her dad used to listen to them in the car on the way to school. She always griped at him when he would push play, pretending not to like it because it was uncool to like what your dad liked, but she secretly loved it. He would catch her singing along, and just smile at her without saying a word. He would sing along too. It was their special time together, no matter how trivial it seemed. It meant a lot to her.

And when I touch you

I feel happy inside

It's such a feelin, my love

That I can't hide

I can't hide

I can't hide

The song progressed and she finished the last note, standing on her bed, loud and proud with fake microphone and all, "Haaaaaaaaaand!" and then flopped on the bed as the song ended. Smiling to herself, she realized he had done it. He had somehow made her forget the night's events, made her laugh when she should've been crying, made her sing and dance when she should've been cursing Tyler's name and bawling into the phone with her friends. But she felt...good. She felt better than good, she felt outstanding.

She knew the tape had to have been coming to an end, but was relieved to hear one last song start to play. She closed her eyes as a very recognizable song began. He didn't know how in the world he knew the song, but she loved it and, out of all of the songs on the tape, this one seemed the most appropriate. Although she wasn't sure, at this point, how she was feeling about him, she secretly hoped that the words of this song were truly something that he felt.

Heart beats fast

Colors and promises

How to be brave

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall

But watching you stand alone

All of my doubt

Suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darlin' don't be afraid

I have loved you for a

Thousand years

I'll love you for a Thousand more

Okay, so obviously Rebekah had lead him to the song. It was hard for her to imagine Klaus holed up somewhere listening to Christina Perri. She smiled at the thought, but suddenly became overwhelmed with the song that she had heard so many times before. On the radio, at the last dance she attended, and even on the freaking Twilight soundtrack, but she was looking at the words in a new light. Had he really thought of her this way?

Time stands still

Beauty in all she is

I will be brave

I will not let anything

Take away

What's standing in front of me

Every breath, Every hour has come to this

One step closer

I have died everyday

Waiting for you

Darlin' don't be afraid

I have loved you for a

Thousand years

I'll love you for a Thousand more

It seemed unlikely that he'd loved her for a thousand years, but the poetry of the line didn't go unnoticed to her. It was hard for her to understand why he found her so special. She knew he found her beautiful and what was it that he said she was? Full of light? She suddenly felt bad the way she had scoffed at him for saying that to her, but she never thought she'd get used to the way he made her feel so unique and desired. But, she had all the time in the world to get used to it. And just like that she let herself think about it that maybe...one day...she and him...maybe...

And all along I believed

I would find you

Time has brought

Your heart to me

I have loved you for a Thousand years

I'll love you for aThousand more

She didn't notice the single tear rolling down her cheek, until the music had come to a stop. She wiped it away with the back of her hand and sighed. She walked to the player and ejected the tape and placed it safely in the case. She walked to her nightstand and opened the top drawer, placing it next to the picture he had drawn for her. He was starting to get her. Expensive jewels, dresses, and lip service were not the way to her heart. It was the simple things, the personal things that made her feelings for him grow. If he keeps playing his cards right, he might just get what he wanted.

She walked to the living room, to cuddle back on the couch and start her Bachelor Pad viewing when she saw it. It was the most horrendous thing she had ever seen in her life. With all the excitement of Klaus' tape and the dancing and singing that came with it, she forgot about the most important thing of the entire evening. There it was in all of its now melted sadness...

"Ohhh, nooooo my ice cream!"