Hey guys, some of you might already know this story because it was posted before but got I deiced to edit it and re-post it once me know what you think :) It truly means a lot for me. I like to thank my Beta for editing this chapter. I will be updating state of grace soon.

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Daughter-Lifeforms

From the beginning

Small lifeforms

They can kill without warning

So you don't explode

Stop you growing limps and thinking

That you love them now you're blinking

And reminding her of him

Oh you steal his features

And your mother is a bleacher

She don't even feel the heat no

She don't even want to speak to you

There are times in the day and nights where she just thinks of him.

Then there are the nights where she dreams of a different life for them.

Then there are the days she hates him. She hates him for caring, for being there like always trying to save her. But then she remembers where he is, and that hate for him turns into hate for herself. Sometimes she can't look at her reflection. Sometimes she can't close her eyes because he's there. She deserves the life she has now, she deserve the words and stares she gets from the people in town. But no matter the anger she feels. Or the feeling of something being lost, she misses him. She misses the one person who would always understand her. She misses him so much and when she realizes everything she's done, the vicious circle of hate, anger, and pity start all over like a new day.

"You should go out if you finish your article." Caroline's mother said to her as she put away her dry dish, Liz was already dressed and ready to head to work. Ever since that night four years ago, they were never the same. Caroline knows her mother would never say it out loud, but she could tell her mother resented her just by her actions. Liz picked up more hours at work, got an apartment by the office claiming that it was so she didn't have to drive when she was really tired. But Caroline know the truth, her mother could not stand to see her.

"I'll think about it." Caroline responded playing with the cereal in her bowl, while not looking up at her mother. Why would she want to leave the comforts of her home? Out there, out in the town that reminded her too much of what she did. Where there were reminders of the old her, and to be honest, it's not something she wanted to relive.

"They're playing 'Gone with the Wind' in the town center. It's your favorite movie." her mother said as she started gathering her things and walking towards the door.

"I own it on Blu-ray." Caroline said sarcastically not looking up from her cereal bowl.

"God Caroline, will it kill you to try. I don't understand why you stay if you hate this town so much. Sometimes I wish you would have gone with your father." Liz said angrily as she slammed the door.

"Don't we all." Still looking down at her cereal, Caroline shook her head and stood up, leaving her bowl where it was.

"This is like the coolest job ever." Jeremy Gilbert said from Caroline's computer as he read through the article. "You don't even have to leave the house." He added spinning around in the chair to look at Caroline who was on her bed.

"That's one of the perk of it. So what do you think?"

"It's a great article, it will motivate people to get in shape." He said.

"You want me to send it." Jeremy asked looking at Caroline as she nodded her head.

"So how long are you in town before you go back to the windy city?" She asked.

Jeremy attended the university of chicago majoring in photography. He was one of the few friends Caroline had in this town. Okay, scratch that, he was her only friend.

"The whole summer, so you and me are going to party it up and show this town what it's missing." Jeremy wiggled his eyebrows, causing Caroline to roll her eyes. "Plus, I got some good pot from Chicago that you need to try." He told her laughing as Caroline threw a pillow at his head. "Fine, sorry, forgot you don't smoke anymore." Jeremy chuckled remembering the first time they meet.

Caroline's first day of senior year of high school, she had cut class not being able to stand the stares from her fellow classmates. Caroline ended up behind the bleachers where she ran into Jeremy. It turned out to be the new spot where he and his friends were smoking weed completely ignoring her. For the rest of the year Caroline would just go behind the bleacher and talk with Jeremy. He never judged her. Caroline knew it had to do with them having the somewhat similar experience. Even after she graduated they still would hangout which led to them slowly becoming friends. The first time she ever tried pot, thanks to Jeremy she end throwing up all over his shoes, and since that one and only time she decide never to try it again, but from that experience she gained a best friend.

Jeremy's phone vibrated on the table breaking her train of thought. "I got to run Care. But tonight you and me are going to go watch some Scarlet. I'm not taking no for an answer. Don't try to lock yourself in here! I have keys." He said, dangling the keys from his finger.

"Where the fuck did you get that?" She demanded, jumping from her bed and following him out to the hallway.

"I have my ways." Jeremy opened the door. "Come on, Caroline, it'll be fun. You can keep yourself locked up in this town, but not locked up in this house. Plus, imagine the shocked faces we'll get."

"Jeremy!"

"No Caroline. Tonight you, me, and Scarlet." He said, laughing as he stepped out on the porch. "Oh, and you might want to replace the spare key under the pink pot!" Jeremy laughed as he ran towards his car. Leaving a frustrated Caroline at the door, who just remembered she would have to make her way to the grocery store before he came . Letting out a sigh, she grabbed her coat and made her way to her car.

"Get in and get out." Caroline said to herself, trying to pump herself up before she got out of the car. It's not that she was scared or anything of the people she grew up with,she just hated confrontation. Caroline was not naive, she already knew what people thought of her and said behind her back, or sometimes right to her face. Sure she can protect herself by being a raging bitch when she need. But most of the time she swallowed her pride and just held her head high. Caroline knew it was the price she had to pay for what she did.

Letting out the breath she was holding, she open the door of her car. "All you need is some chunky monkey."

Keeping her head high, Caroline walked through the store and aisle quickly, trying to get everything she needed. The one thing she could not forget was her Ben and Jerry's ice cream, especially if she was about to spend hours watching "Gone with the Wind" with everyone whispering about her. She would so need her ice cream to keep her from saying something bitchy in front of children.

As she open the refrigerator door and spotted the last Ben and jerry's Chunky monkey ice cream a loud "Yes!" came out of her mouth. Karma was totally on her side today.

Just as she was about to reach for the ice cream, a hand passed by her's, snatching up the last chunky monkey.

"Thanks, love." The voice that belonged to the hand said. Caroline slowly looked up to the handsome man, freely ogling him.

"You might want to close your mouth." he smirked at her as he put the ice cream in his basket, snapping her out of her ogling.

"Well you might want to give me back my ice cream." she replied, crossing her arms and sending him her death glare that she had perfected over the last couple of years.

"Yours? I'm pretty sure it's in my basket." he said to her in his British accent.

"Only because you stole it from me!"

"Well that's too bad." He sighed, walking around her to continue his shopping.

"Come back here." Caroline followed after him while he just smirked as he kept walking.

"I need that ice cream. Come on, you can get something else." she said sweetly at him.

"I only like this kind." He smirked ignoring her.

"Seriously, I really need that ice cream and this is the only grocery store in this town. The next one is an hour away." Now a begging tone took over Caroline's voice.

"Well, I recommend some coffee for your trip." He smirked as he put bread in his basket.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, she truly was getting irritated with this man. "You're new around here, so I'm going to tell you how this works. You're going to give me that ice cream and then you're either going to head out to get it somewhere else, or not have it all." Caroline said as she tried to reach for the ice cream in his basket, but before she could reach it, he moved the basket away from her.

"Truly, sweetheart, you're not going to get this ice cream, so just forget about it and go on your lovely way." He said harshly as he walked away from her leaving her rooted in her spot.

"Did you see her?" The girl at the cash register was talking to the girl who was bagging the groceries as Klaus waited for them to ring up his purchases. He was truly starting to regret listening to his sister and Damon about moving into this small town.

"I don't understand why she stays in town, no one wants her here." They kept talking. It was irritating him like crazy. Taking a deep breath to try and calm himself 's why he never did the grocery shopping himself, but since he just moved here to find inspiration. He had no one else than himself to do it.

"It's fifty dollars, sir." The young girl said sending him a flirtatious smile, like she finally realized he was there. He handed her the money and quickly got his bag from the other annoying girl.

"You should see what I did to her bags." were the last words he heard from them as he walked out of the store.

"Those little brats." Caroline said as she tried to pick up her groceries that were all over the parking lot floor. To believe Caroline used to babysit them...

Frustrated, she picked up the can of soup and threw it in her one bag left.

"I need to invest in recyclable bags," she said to herself.

"You sure do," the British voice said to her. Looking up, she saw the ice cream stealing Britt holding her apple. "I think this belongs to you." He handed her the apple.

"You think!?" she said, taking the apple from his hand.

"Seems like you're having a bad day," he remarked.

"What makes you say that?" she angrily snapped, walking to her car.

"Hey, slow down there," he said, gripping her arm.

Caroline just looked down at his hand, brushing it off.

"I heard the girls back there talking about doing something to your bags. You might want to talk to the manager about it or something," he said. Was this guy joking?

She let out a laugh. "Seriously," she said while growing frustrated. "Okay, listen here..."

"Klaus."

"Okay, Klaus, you're new in this town. Things in this town are different then from wherever you are from," she taught him while pulling her arm away from him. "Plus, the manager would give them a pat on the back, he has before," she said as she open her car door, leaving a confused Klaus standing in his spot, thinking that that little town might be more fun than he'd thought.

"Come on, Caroline, its funny."

"What? That no one wants to sit next to us? Even crazy Earl Moved!" Caroline said in frustration with Jeremy. She was ready to leave. She usually never attended town events anymore. They were just awkward to her and everyone in town.

"Just let it go Care," Jeremy brushed it off, laughing.

"Easy for you to say; crazy Earl at least would sit with you." She crossed her arms.

"How about I get you some popcorn, so we can enjoy the movie?"He offered, hugging her and smiling as he stood up.

"Thanks!" she said as she looked around, noticing small details that were completely wrong about the event. Whoever had planned it had no clue what they were doing. She used to live for this type of event. It was something that she loved about her town, how they had these small events tied to town history, and she missed it. She missed the feeling of having a new project to focus on. She just missed it.

"Well you seem like you have a lot on your mind."

Caroline turned her head and stared at Klaus, the ice cream stealer. "Are you stalking me?" Caroline said defensively.

"Now, don't attack me," Klaus said, taking a seat next to her, causing Caroline to scoot over. She did not like how close he was getting to her, well it was more like she was not used to it.

"I'm not going to bite you, love, well, unless you're into that stuff," he smirked.

Caroline just rolled her eyes. "What do you want? And who told you you could sit down?" she questioned, giving him her death glare.

"Now, calm down love. Well you see, since my friend is still not here, and you're the only other person I know in this forsaken small town, I decided to hang out with you and wait and maybe find out your name," he suggested, smirking at her.

Caroline let out a laugh - a real one, something she hadn't done in a long time. "I'm not your friend; friends wouldn't steal their friend's ice cream."

"Come on, love, we're still going on with the ice cream thing?"

"Yes!" she said loudly, causing the family next to her to look at her like she was crazy.

"Well back then we still weren't friends, so good thing to know for next time," he said, smiling at her.

"Hey Care, who's your friend here?" Jeremy asked, walking up to them with popcorn in his hands.

"He's not my friend." She turned to grab a bag of popcorn from Jeremy. Food always helps to calm her down.

"We so are friends, Care," Klaus smiled, happy that he finally got her name out of someone, turning to look at Jeremy.

"You're Klaus Mikaelson," Jeremy stated.

"That would be me," Klaus answered, surprised someone in this town knew who he was.

"This is so crazy; I went to school with your brother," Jeremy said while taking a seat on the blanket next to Caroline.

"I'm assuming you mean Kol."

"Yeah, he was part of the student exchange program."

"Maybe, we don't keep in touch that much," he said as he got closer to Caroline.

"Keep your hand to yourself!" Caroline shrieked as Klaus tried to get some of her popcorn. He truly likes pushing my buttons, she thought. "Caroline!" Jeremy was trying to send her a warning with his tone, seemed someone had a man crush.

"What? Give him some of yours, he already stole my ice cream." She pouted at him as Klaus laughed next to her.

"You're still going on about the ice cream thing," he said again rolling his eyes.

"Let me tell you, this girl her can hold a grudge forever," Jeremy said as he brought Caroline in for a close hug, causing Klaus to tense and ask his next question.

"How (no comma) long have you two been dating for?" He was fishing for information to check if he had or hadn't just wasted a good part of time on a girl already taken. "No offense, but aren't you a little young for her."

Jeremy just started laughing and Caroline would have too if she hadn't been offended .

"For your information, he's only one and half years younger than me." Caroline was truly starting to hate this British guy, no matter how cute he was.

What the hell! she thought.

"Yeah, plus we're not dating, that would just be like kissing my sister," he said grossed out.

"Sorry I just assumed."

"Well don't just assume."

"Caroline! ...Anyway, what are you doing on our lovely Mystic Falls Last I heard, you postponed your last art exhibited," Jeremy asks.

"My sister and best friend told me this was a great place to find inspiration," Klaus said, looking at Caroline, who just rolled her eyes at him.

Challenge excepted, he thought.

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