„Caroline,
As I highly suspect, you are already informed about my recent visit to New Orleans, through one of your beloved or less beloved Salvatore friends.
For this reason, I kindly invite you to see the world with me. My world. In New Orleans.
I can't wait to hear from you,
K."
Caroline couldn't believe what she's just read. To find back to her controlled self she always is, she sits back on her bed, which is covered with a beige and white striped bedspread of silk her Mom gave to her when she turned 18. With the heavy , golden and ridiciulously expensive – she assumed- paper in her hand, she slowly realises what just happened: she's slightly freaking out because after what seamed like months, she finally got a sign from Klaus, who she thought she hates to death. But truth is, these few lines made her so enormously happy that it's not even funny anymore.
As she recovers from the first shock of anger, desperation and happiness, Caroline picks up her phone and calls a number she never thought she would call voluntarily:
„Hello?"
„Caroline, I know it's you, I saw your number; eventhough I'm a thousand years old, I can still put up with modern technology, you know"
„He wrote to me."
„-Who? And why should I bother about your little pen pals you probably have since you"
„Klaus. He wrote to me. He wants me to come to New Orleans. He wants to see me."
Silence. For a second, one of the most powerful women Caroline knows does not say one word, frozen of shock.
„Are you still there?"
„-Again: why should I care about your pen pals?"
„Because this pen pal is your brother! You remember him? The most powerful and dangerous supernatural being on this planet, also known as Niklaus Mikaelson."
„What do you want from me now, Caroline?"
„I…I don't-„
„You don't know, right? Well, why should I know what to do now? Nik is YOUR business, not mine; you fell in love with him secretely, although you still claim to be waiting for the Lockwood boy – I have to admit, I feel kind off miserable for him, though-„
„You don't know anything about Tyler or about Klaus or about me, Rebekah, because the only person YOU care about is yourself!"
With these words, Caroline hangs up. She's fuming of anger and disappointment. How can you not care about your brother at all? Eventhough he's done horrible things to you for so many years, blood is thicker than water.
What shall I do? I can't just leave for him. It's Klaus! NO! I'm not going to be his little toy he can play with whenever he wants to. I don't owe him anything. Nothing…
As Caroline tries to calm herself down and convince herself to NOT leave and go to New Orelans just minutes after she's received the damn note, she gets up on her feet, gets her pastel blue suitcase from under her bed, throws everything in it she can find and writes a letter to her mom:
„Mom,
I had to leave town for a few days. Don't freak out `cause nothings wrong; a friend of mine needs my help. I'll be back soon, please don't worry.
Love,
Caroline"
After scribbling these words on to a piece of paper, Caroline takes her car keys and leaves fort he door but just when she wants to get to her car, a thin, small and blonde-haired silouette appears in front of her: Rebekah.
„Caroline, you always knew that I do not really care about you but ARE YOU CRAZY? Are you really leaving town for this idiot? He's playing with you! Just like he did five months ago after he left you and everyone else behind him to go back to New Orleans! You don't even know what he's up tp! What he's doing there! Or do you? `Cause I don't and I have to say, I thought he'd care enough about me to write ME a note, not YOU! You're behaving like a"
„Rebekah, you can aswell just shut up,really. Why would he care about you when you obviously don't do eitherway? So get out of my way or I'm going to forget myself."
Rebekah's just standing there, in front of Caroline's car, trying to find her words to counter to the sharp ones of Care's. But instead of saying anything, screaming at this „stupid little girl" or something like that, she takes a few steps to the right, making Caroline's way to the car free.
„I hope you'll annoy him so much that he'll wrip your little, childish heart out of your chest", she breathes out of her lips, which are pressed together insanely hard.
Caroline takes a last look at Rebekah, almost feeling sorry for her and her stubborn self, gets in the car and leaves for the next airport.
To be continued!