AN: Hello lovelies! I got inspire to write this by listening to "Chemical's React" by Aly and AJ a few days ago. For some reason, it made me think of Klaus and Caroline. I'm planning on making this a multi-chaptered fic. Hope you all enjoy!

"Mommy!" the little girl exclaimed happily, rushing over to her mother. Caroline smiled brightly as she wrapped her arms around her daughter, holding her tightly.

"How was school, Emily?" she asked, taking her daughter's small backpack and putting it over shoulder while taking a hold of her daughter's hand as they began walking down the sidewalk.

"It was fun! We got to play hide and seek in the playground and I won and oh!" her daughter exclaimed, suddenly remembering something. She pointed to her backpack, which her mother quickly handed to her. Emily's little hands searched through her bag, and finally her hands grasped what she'd been looking for. She pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to her mom.

"Mrs. Stevenson liked my drawing and gave me a smiley!" the blonde haired little girl beamed, proud of her accomplishment. Caroline smiled at her daughter before opening the folded paper. She felt the air leave her lungs, feeling as though she'd had the wind knocked out of her as her eyes grazed over the drawing. There was a park, and three stick figures smiling as they held hands; Emily, Caroline, and….Klaus. Caroline felt a lump form in her throat, as she kept looking at the picture, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Mommy why are you sad?" Emily asked, noticing her mother's reaction. "You don't like my drawing?" Caroline could hear the sadness in her daughter's voice, as she thought that she hadn't liked the drawing. Caroline shook her head and smiled softly, squatting down to her daughter's height.

"Of course not, sweetie. It's beautiful!" she answered, putting the drawing back in her daughter's backpack.

"Then why are your eyes wet?"

Caroline pressed her lips together and wiped away the tears that were threatening to fall. She took her daughter's hand in her own before continuing their walk home.

"It made me happy, Em. They're happy tears," she explained, smiling down at her daughter. Her daughter nodded in understanding and smiled back at her mom. They continued talking about Emily's day at school, and Caroline felt the nagging feeling she had gotten when she'd seen Emily's drawing slowly drift away. That was, until they were nearing the place they'd recently began calling home and she spotted a black town car. She felt her heart drop to her stomach, and her breath quickened. No…he couldn't have found her. She had done everything possible so that he couldn't find them. But maybe it wasn't him? Maybe it was Stefan. She was the only one she'd trusted with the information of her whereabouts…he was the only one that knew. However, her thoughts were crushed when the door opened, and the devil himself stepped out of the car.

"Daddy!" Emily exclaimed, releasing her mother's hand and rushing over to Klaus. Caroline's eyes locked with his as he embraced their daughter. She quickly looked away as she continued to walk towards them.

"How have you been sweetheart?" Klaus asked his daughter, who was overwhelmed with excitement at seeing her dad.

"I've been good daddy! I've been a really good girl, you can ask mommy! I've missed you a lot!" his daughter said rapidly before wrapping her small arms around her father's neck, embracing him once more. He smiled and hugged her back.

"I've missed you too," he answered, his eyes softening. Times like that reminded Caroline of the Klaus she'd fallen in love with. The sweet, romantic, caring man he'd been to her….before he turned into a possessive psychotic asshole. "Don't let your guard down, Caroline" she reminded herself. She finally came face to face with him. His gaze met hers, and his demeanor changed. His gaze became slightly angrier, and his jaw clenched. At the same time, it seemed loving? He put Emily down, and raised an eyebrow at Caroline.

"If it isn't my lovely wife! Won't you show me your new home, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone teasing, but there was an underlying anger in his words. Caroline couldn't speak, she only nodded. She led him into the brownstone she'd purchased before she left New York. Emily quickly pulled Klaus forward, urging him to see the house.

"Daddy, you have to see my room!" she squealed in excitement, her blonde ringlets bouncing with every step the girl took. She was the spitting image of Caroline, except for her eyes, which were more like Klaus's; a light blue with hints of grey.

"I will sweetheart, just give me some time to talk with your mom, ok?" he asked. Emily nodded happily before running up the stairs to her room. Silence engulfed them both, Caroline trying to look at anything but him.

"So you're just not going to look at me? Very mature, Caroline," he said. She finally gave in, their gaze meeting.

"How did you find me?" she questioned, crossing her arms over her chest. Klaus let out a dark chuckle before taking a step closer to her.

"You do remember who I am, right? Or has being away from me for so long caused you to forget?" he said, inching closer to her stopping only when they were inches away. His hand reached out and gently caressed her cheek. "I'd be more than happy to remind you." She pushed his hand away and looked at him angrily.

"Don't touch me," she spat.

"Is that any way to treat your husband?" he questioned, as he grasped her arm roughly.

"Some husband you were," she muttered bitterly. His other hand reached out and grasped her chin, lifting her head so their gaze could meet.

"I gave you everything, Caroline. I loved you with as much passion as any man could muster, and yet you ran away from me? I was everything a husband should be," he answered, his tone just as bitter. She noticed the pain in his voice and felt her demeanor soften, but she quickly recovered and looked at him with an angry gaze.

"All you ever wanted to do was control me. You'd think I'd cheat on you with every man I talked to, we fought almost every other day, and for fuck's sake! You threatened to tie me up and never let me leave the house! What kind of a husband does that? How is that supposed to be love?!" she spat angrily, her eyes livid. Klaus immediately released her.

"You know about my past…," he began, but was cut off as Caroline scoffed.

"Yes, I do Klaus. I know everything about your past. And I was willing to help you move past that, and build a future for us. But all you did was go back and submerge yourself in your past. I know you have trust issues, and I know your parents weren't the greatest…but I tried, Klaus. I tried and you didn't," she replied, her tone softening at the end.

"You're right…I didn't," he answered, defeated. He looked down at his feet, ashamed. Everything Caroline had said was true. She felt her hand grasp his, and he immediately looked up. God, she was stunning. He would never be able to get over how beautiful she was. His hand reached up and tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

"Klaus…," she began.

"I missed you, love. Come back," he murmured, as he played with one of her curls.

"Klaus I-,"

"I promise, I'll be a better man. I'll change, I will. But I miss you love. I miss you and Emily. I want us to be together again," he answered, cupping her face in his hands. He stared at her intently before crushing her lips with his. Caroline let out a soft moan, as one hand grasped his bicep and the other grasped the hair at the back of his neck. His tongue delved inside her mouth, exploring every inch of it, as he pushed her against the wall. His lips left hers, as he trailed kisses along her jaw line and down to her neck. Caroline bit her bottom lip as his lips travelled lower to her breasts, as he began fondling with them.

"God, you're perfect," he muttered. His words caused Caroline to snap out of her daze. She immediately pushed him away.

"What the hell?" he muttered confused. Caroline fixed her disheveled clothes and looked pointedly at Klaus.

"No, this isn't happening," she answered.

"Why not, love? You seemed to be enjoying it thoroughly," he smirked, as he stepped forward towards Caroline.

"No, Klaus. I'm done….we're done. I am not falling back into this never-ending cycle because of sex…which is what always happens," she said, backing away from him.

"We're not done, Caroline. We're not done until I say that this is over," he threatened, moving closer to her.

"Stop it, Klaus. I don't want this life anymore…and besides, I've found someone else," she answered, trying as hard as she could to sound strong, though she was scared of what his reaction would be.

"What do you mean 'someone else'?" he seethed his gaze on her becoming livid.

"I'm dating someone…," she answered meekly, looking down. That's when Klaus noticed the picture that stood atop of the piano. It was of some other man a tan, tall brown-haired hazel eyed man. A man he had threatened to stay away from her for as long as they both lived. Tyler Lockwood. In a second, he was in front of her, his hands grasping her arms roughly.

"You're dating Tyler fucking Lockwood?!" he roared. Caroline shuddered and shut her eyes tightly.

"Look at me!" he yelled, his breath hot on her face. Her eyes snapped open, to find his face dangerously close to hers.

"Let go! You're hurting me!" she yelled, squirming under his grasp. Klaus chuckled darkly as he stared at Caroline.

"I'm not letting you go, Caroline. You're mine," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper at the last two words. Then a small voice interrupted them.

"Mommy? Daddy?"

Their gaze turned to the stairs, where Emily was standing, clutching her favorite teddy bear. Klaus released his grasp on Caroline, and she quickly walked away from him and towards Emily.

"Mommy? Why are there tears in your eyes?" the young girl questioned, her eyebrows furrowing in worry.

"It's nothing sweetie, your dad was just telling me a story," she answered, reaching out to tuck a curl behind her daugther's hair.

"Was it a sad story, mommy?" Caroline smiled sadly, and pressed her lips together. "Yes, sweetie. It was. But it's over now, so everything's fine. Why don't you go upstairs and I'll be there in a bit?" Emily nodded and headed back up the stairs. Caroline felt his gaze on her, and turned to face him.

"You're breaking up with Tyler, and you and Emily are coming back with me tonight," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You see Klaus? This is why we can't be together. This is why we will never work out. You try and take control of the people you care for. We're humans, not possessions!" she answered.

"I-,"

"Shut up. Don't say anything. I have tried countless times to fix you, I have tried countless times to help you. And yes, for a second I actually believed you would change. But now, I see that it's not the case. You will never change. You're a monster, and you're going to destroy everyone that surrounds you. I'm not willing to stick around and wait for that to happen. You've already practically destroyed our marriage…and I won't let Emily see what a monster her father is," Caroline replied, her words dripping with pain and resentment.

Klaus's gaze hardened and he took a step forward to Caroline. She placed her hand in front of him, motioning for him to stop.

"You're my wife, Caroline."

"Not for long."

The words hurt him more than he would admit, and he wasn't going to let Caroline see that.

"You're coming back with me, or so help me god I will force you into the town car and take you and Emily back to New York, if that's what it takes," he said angrily. He immediately felt a stinging sensation on his cheek. Caroline had slapped him, and when he met her gaze again she was enraged, and her eyes were filled with tears.

"Get out," she warned.

He shouldn't have said that…he knew it. But Caroline caused every ounce of reason to leave his mind and she drove him mad.

"Love,"

"Get out or I will call the police and have them take you!" she yelled, as a tear slid down her cheek. He took a hesitant step towards her and was met with a push from her.

"Get out of here! I hate you! I don't want to see you again!"

Klaus felt his own eyes fill with tears as he heard the words escape her lips. He deserved everything she'd said…but it didn't help to ease the pain. He gave her a small nod, blinking away the tears as he turned around and headed towards the door. His hand enveloped the handle and opened it. He stepped out, but not before looking back at Caroline who slid down to the floor, sobbing. He shook his head before closing the door behind him. He'd lost her.

AN: Reviews are wonderful!