"I fancy you. Is that so hard to believe?" Klaus's voice from earlier that night rang though Caroline's head over and over like a prayer.

Yes! Caroline thought to herself, after all what could a thousand year old murderous original hybrid want with a small town girl like her?

"You're beautiful," he had said. "You're strong, you're full of light. I enjoy you."

What could he have possibly meant by that? Surely he had met stronger, more beautiful girls in his life time. Surely he knew girls more full of light, girls he enjoyed more than her. What made her special than all the other thousands of girls he had met over his thousand years?

Caroline sighed and watched as her breath fogged in the cool autumn air. She had been so rude to him earlier, said such harsh words and threw his kindness to the ground. But he dissevered it, he killed Jenna, made so many werewolves into his mindless servants, he had done so many terrible things. Caroline knew these things better than anyone else, she had witnessed how much of a terrible person he was first hand, then why did she feel so guilty for the things she said to him? Why did she want to run back to him and apologize? Why did she, so badly, want to let him sweep her off her feet with his charming smile and sweet words?

Caroline was so confused by the original hybrid that has been haunting her every thought. As she walked down the road that lead to her house she thought of Klaus accented voice, of his eyes that seemed to hold so much love when he looked her. A deep love that she knew she had to be imaging, because no one could love someone they just met like that. It just didn't happen, she must remind him of someone else.

"Miss Forbes." A clear crisp voice of a women broke through the silence of the abandoned road.

Caroline spun around quickly and found herself staring straight into the deep brown eyes of the original witch.

"Mrs. Mikaelson." Caroline chocked out in surprise.

"Please call me Esther." The older woman smiled kindly.

Caroline could only nod uncertainly at the power witch. "Then you must call me Caroline."

"What a wonderful dress." Esther stated randomly.

"Thank you." Caroline answered still unsure of exactly what was going on.

"My son gave it to you, yes?"

"Yes that's right."

Esther's kind smile slowly morphed in to a sad one, so similar that the only reason Caroline caught the change was because of the sadness that reflected in the witch's eyes. "One day you will thank me for what I'm about to do."

"What you're about to do?"

"Even if you never thank me you still must go. You being here interferes with my plan." Esther stated ignoring the blonde's question.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Caroline was starting to feel a familiar fear rise up inside of her chest.

"Of course you don't dear. How would you?" Esther pulled a small candle out of the Black Handbag she was carrying and placed in front of Caroline before taking out another and another. Within a few seconds Caroline was surrounded by over a dozen small, unlit candles.

"What are you doing?" Caroline asked, her voice and full of fear and her body too scared to move.

"Don't worry dear you'll be fine." With a one wave of Esther's hand all the candles she had placed had little flames dancing on top of them.

"What are you doing?!" Caroline found herself unable to move and her fear became full blown terror.

Esther just ignored the younger woman and started to chant clear and concise words that came only from years of practice. The flames of the candles flared angrily and wind swirled around Caroline at a pace that reminded her of the beginnings of a tornado. Caroline terror rose with the flames as Esther's chanting grew louder and faster with the wind.

Suddenly the flames and wind were gone along with the witch that caused them. First came the relief of being free of the insane witch, but as Caroline looked around her fear came back with a vengeance. She standing alone in the middle of a dark forest with no sign of anything she ever knew or loved.