Caroline couldn't believe it. Her husband was dead…well not dead, just desiccated. She would find his body and save him. She didn't care if he had demanded her to leave him for her own safety. She loved him very much. She always has loved him even when they first met.

It was 1920:

Caroline moved gracefully through the crowd of people who were dancing, chattering and sharing a kiss or two. She was heading straight for a man who looked to be in his mid-twenties with blonde hair and blue eyes matched with a smirk planted on those red plump, kissable lips that was filled with mischief on his handsome face. In other words; he was completely beautiful. He had been looking at her all night and she had waited patiently to come over to her only he ever did so she was going to solve that problem by talking to him first.

Caroline fixed her red dress that came down to her knees, and the dress had small diamond strings that wound around her hips and fell to the bottom of the dress; at the top of the dress she had diamond straps that criss-crossed around her neck. She had a pair of black stilettoes with criss-crossed diamond straps around the ankle of the shoe. In other words; she was the main attraction that night.

When Caroline looked back at where the man was sitting, she discovered that he wasn't there. Scanning the crowd, she finally found him sitting at the bar. Caroline fixed her medium length, blonde tresses before she confidently walked over to him, sitting down on the stool next to him. She didn't look at him though, she'd wait for him to make the first move.

And he did, he did make the first move.

"Hello love, can I be of help to you?" He asked as he turned to look at her, and once he did look at her, he couldn't look away, she was an exquisite beauty.

Caroline smirked and finally cocked her head to the side, looking at him. "Yes, I was wondering if you were going to buy me a drink. You'd think for a man such as yourself who couldn't keep his eyes off a woman he would have asked her if he could buy her a drink. Rude," she said confidently.

"My apologies love. What would you like to drink?" He asked her and she nearly swooned at his British accent. The blonde shrugged and glanced up at him through her long, thick black eyelashes. "I'll have a scotch." The blonde once again shrugged her shoulders and smiled when the gentleman ordered the requested drink for her.

Once her drink came she picked it the glass up and took a swig, letting the alcohol burn her throat as she consumed it. "Thanks stranger. So what's your name?" She said as she glanced over at him. Of course he was already staring at her.

"It's my pleasure love. My name is Niklaus Mikaelson, I'm sure you've heard of me," Klaus said cockily.

The blonde laughed. She actually laughed before she replied. "Caroline. Caroline Forbes and no I haven't heard of you. But it's a pleasure to be of your acquaintance Nik. You don't mind if I call you Nik, do you?"

Klaus stared at this beautiful, confident sexy woman next to him and couldn't believe she hadn't heard of him. "Uh, of course not, sweetheart."

"Good because I wouldn't have took no for an answer," Caroline said in response before she downed her glass of scotch, ignoring the burn in her throat before she stood up and turned away from him. She walked a few steps away from him before she glanced behind her and into his eyes; getting lost in them as he was hers. "Are you coming or?" She asked with a smirk coating her perfect lips before she walked out of the Jazz Club with Nik following out behind her.

End of flashback.

Caroline nearly cried when she thought about that night. That night her life had changed for the better. She and Nik had spent every moment after that night together. She was there when he daggered Rebekah, who was by far, his favourite sibling. He thought she would have left him but no she remained with him, trusted him and most of all she protected him and his heart; made sure to look after it with love, respect and care and he returned the favour.

That's when her tears fell from her eyes and down her cheeks before they squashed onto the ground. She desperately wiped at her eyes and gripped onto her headboard. She needed to get a hold of herself if she wanted to save his life. She needed to save his life because she loved him and when Caroline Forbes loves somebody she can't lose them – how would she survive without him now? She had survived ten years without him but she knew he was alive – she kept on eye on him but never revealing herself to him. She knew he cried himself to sleep every night because he missed and loved her, but he had to protect her, she knew all of this and she regretted not taking a stand against him so she could have stayed with him. Caroline also knew that Klaus wouldn't have allowed her to stay with him anymore because he loved her and whenever someone or some group of vampires/werewolves wanted to hurt or wanted something from her husband she would end up being captured and tortured; he would always save her though.

After 10 or so minutes the blonde beauty had finally stopped her tears. She stood up, her legs shaking with each step she took before she remembered something that could save his life.

"Hang on Nik. Please, hang on. I'm coming." Caroline said as she walked downstairs into the basement and picked up an antique jewellery box with diamonds laced into a rose shape on the top of the jewellery box.

Without a second's notice she opened the box and picked up the one thing that could save Nik and herself…It was…