Hey there, I didn't intend on writing anymore chapters to this fic but I couldn't resist anymore.

Again, the writing is raw. There aren't many details, everything is underdeveloped, and this chapter is extremely short. I really don't have time to write but I figured it wouldn't hurt to add on to the drama.

PS- It may help to reread the first chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to TVD; I just love its characters.

The water felt cool and reassuring to Caroline. As soon as she and Bonnie left the Original's mansion she went straight to her home and dove into a shower. What did I just do? Was it worth it?

She ran her fingers through her hair, simultaneously ridding her strawberry scented shampoo and Rebekah's blood that stubbornly stained her hands. It was worth it. I said what needed to be said. It was necessary.

She eventually ended up leaning against the hard tiled walls of her shower, facing the white vulnerable wall that was her shower curtain. She just stood there and let the relentless water clean her state of mind. The atmosphere of her haven that was her bathroom was at first comforting but then a familiar chill ran down her naked spine.

"I could kill you right now,…" Klaus began, with a voice laced with frustration.

She instinctively hugged her body, eyes wide with fear.

"…but as you already know, that is an impossibility," he finished.

"Why?" she whispered. Ordinarily the sound of the water would have muffled her question but exquisite hearing abilities overruled that human truth.

He didn't respond for, what felt like, a long time. She tried to imagine what he looked like or where he was standing exactly.

"Why did you do it, Caroline?" he asked, abruptly changing the subject. The tone of his voice remained even.

"…because I wanted to prove a point," she answered but struggled to sound brave.

"Get out of the shower, Caroline. I won't ask you again." And with that she heard her bathroom door shut.

Caroline took a deep breath as she turned off the water. She gingerly stepped out onto her bathroom and then wrapped a towel around her. When she opened her bathroom door she found Klaus leaning against her dresser with his arms crossed.

"Get on the bed."

Her eyes grew wide with fear. Here she was, vulnerable, with only a towel covering her. She couldn't gauge what he intended to do. Any confidence or strength she had within her was left back at the mansion.

"Get on the bed, Caroline," he ordered again. He saw the fear flash across her face but he ignored.

She was frozen where she stood but somehow she thawed out and sat on the edge of her bed, hugging her body tightly.

Klaus pushed off of the dresser and sat down beside her; he raised one of his knees on the bed to face her. "My sister told me to come after you," he began while his finger stroked down her bare shoulder blade. "Do you know why?" he purred in her ear.

"Klaus…please don't," she shuddered as his fingers grazed across her collarbone.

He closed his eyes and let his forehead fall against her shoulder and he breathed her sweet strawberry scent. "That wasn't you back there, sweetheart," he said but he sounded pained.

She had no words. All she could focus on was the fact that he was leaning on her, his breath brushing against her body as he spoke. She could smell the thick scent of copper emanating from him, probably a result of spilling blood over the centuries. She didn't regret what she did but now she saw that as a problem because she was simply terrified.

He could feel waves of fear rolling off of her but he didn't move.

"I want to prove a point, Caroline," he stated as his eyes settled on hers again. Her face was turned towards him and she didn't miss the fact that he was reusing her words.

Unwanted tears fell down her face as she let his words sink into her. Oh no. Please no. Please, please don't do this to me.

He reached up and gently wiped away a tear and then slid his hand to the back of her neck holding it firmly. At first he hesitated but then he slowly leaned toward her and pressed his lips to hers.

She continued to hug herself, terrified of letting her towel go, but then she felt his hand move from her neck to coast down her arm and grasp one of her hands. His lips molded against hers but she was unresponsive just as he expected. He raised her hand and then pressed his lips in her palm.

Caroline's breathing was erratic. His gentleness was killing her because she knew it was a game. Any minute she expected the pain to come. She waited for him to make his move. Prove a point he said…she waited.

His other hand reached into his pocket and he took out the bracelet he'd given her so many months ago. Without taking his eyes off of hers he clasped the bracelet around her wrist.

"Don't do it again, Caroline."

And then he was gone, leaving her breathless, utterly confused, thankful, terrified, but mostly amazed by his actions.

Did I scare you? Are you relieved or unsatisfied? I really don't know the answers to Klaus' questions or what Rebekah intended for him to do when he went after Caroline. Those answers are for you to decide. I welcome any comment.