A/N: Yeah, I'm really sorry, this is another fic and just so you know, I'm still writing on "Your last" and I really wanna finish that, so no worries! But I wanted to get this story out there, since it's kind of special and it's the first time I write this way and there's more work behind it than usual.

I've played with the fact that Klaus is a 1000 years old and thus has been and seen a lot, not to mention met a lot of people over the years, so why not take advantage of that and use it in a history-ish story?

This fiction is mixed with some real people and places from European history and let me tell you, it was quite a puzzle to get the years and time to add up, taking into account of what we know about the Mikaelson's travels over the years and meeting important people like Katerina, but I came up with something that worked :)

Now on with the story and I obviously do not own TVD or TO…

I'd come for you

"Yes...?" Klaus groaned picking up his phone from the nightstand. Glancing shortly at the clock, it showed 2:46. No wonder he felt dead tired, being woken up brutally in the middle of the night, whoever it was, he would make sure to have their head, once he'd had enough sleep.

"Klaus?"

Klaus sat up; more awake by the second and curious about the voice he hadn't heard for decades, being in his ear suddenly.

"Well, well if it isn't the ripper himself, what a pleasure. What misfortune brings you to call me?" Klaus asked smirking," Another one of your little friends had a run in with a wolf?"

"Caroline," Stefan answered simply but it was all it took for Klaus to wake up completely.

Despite 50 years of not seeing the blond, war and bringing New Orleans back to its former glory, with him as the king, nothing had changed for Klaus when it came to Caroline. Even a slight whisper of her name still send shivers up and down Klaus' back, with excitement and antipatation.

"What happened?" Klaus demanded to know and tried to ignore the bad feeling creeping up on him. Silence followed the question in the other end for a moment, before Stefan sighed.

"Caroline went traveling in Europe and every week she made sure to send pictures and telling about the places she were visiting and the people she met. Last I heard she was in Romania, exploring an old myth, that was three weeks ago…" Stefan explained hastily. Klaus didn't like the eerie feeling he got.

"Romania? What myth?" He asked, getting more and more anxious for every second he was left in the unknown.

"I don't really know the details, but Caroline said something about, since vampires and all that turned out to be real, then just how real was all the stories. She's been exploring old myths all over Europe for the past decade or so..."

"And Romania...?" Stefan chuckled despite himself and the seriousness of the call, Klaus had a hard time seeing the fun of it all.

Exploring myths in the old Europe, was not just stupid, it was flat out dangerous, for such a young vampire to go alone. Having spent centuries in the ancient nations, Klaus knew several of those myths to be real and not something you wanted to get involved with.

"I'd thought it be obvious Klaus, don't you know your vampire literature?" Klaus huffed and got out of bed and began collecting some necessary belongings. The woman in his bed shook awake and asked him what he was doing in the middle of the night. Klaus ignored her.

"Abraham Stoker may have been an acknowledged writer back then, after all, his books even reached New Orleans, but it was all fiction and quite laughable, if you ask me. Although Rebecca was rather fond of them, "He said, remembering his sister as the ever romantic, that she was, "but the character he based Dracula on is very real and not someone you want to mess with."

Stefan stopped chuckling and fell silent for a moment.

"What are you taking about?"

"Vlad III, Prince of Wallachia, from the House of Drăculești, in Romania," Klaus explained as he gathered the last items and headed for the door, leaving an agitated woman calling him, "one nasty bloke. At least I don't go around and shove my cruelty in people's faces. I'm more settled about it..."

Stefan huffed.

"Right," he said with a hint of sarcasm, "but that's centuries ago, right?" He didn't really understanding where Klaus was going with the free lesson in European history.

"Indeed, six to be more exact, but since when has centuries meant anything to vampires?" Klaus ignored Stefan's gasp and continued before the youngest Salvatore could say anything, "Not my greatest work, I admit, but I had it taken care of in 1476, at least I thought I did…One should be able to trust one of the five to do their job of vampire killing, right?"

"The five!?" Stefan asked, sounding utterly surprised and confused. Klaus ignored him.

"I'm heading for Romania now, you can come along, as long as you don't get in the way," he told Stefan, "especially if it turns out that Vlad is somehow involved." "Oh, I'm defiantly coming and on the way there, you're telling me everything! See you in Heathrow!" Stefan declared before hanging up the phone.

The hybrid rolled his eyes and sighed. Stefan could really be stubborn. Klaus knew the Salvatore well enough, to when it came to aiding his friends; there was no point in arguing. If it turned out that Vlad was indeed involved, maybe it wasn't so bad to have someone there, to take Caroline away, while Klaus dealt with his 600 year old mistake. Although he really hoped, it wouldn't come to that. He really hoped that Caroline had just gotten so into the adventures, that she had forgotten everything, and not checked in with her friends for their weekly update. He really, really hoped Helsing had been successful back then.

Heathrow was as busy as ever on a midweek day. Klaus double-checked his boarding pass, making sure he had the time right. The layover time was running out and the bloody ripper was running late. If he didn't turn up within the next five minutes, the younger vampire would have to travel alone, Klaus had no intention of taking a later flight because Stefan couldn't be at their meeting spot on time. With a sigh, Klaus picked up his light bag and headed for the terminal for Bucharest.

"Klaus!" A call from a well- known voice, made Klaus stop in his tracks and turn with a glare.

"You're late!" Klaus said annoyed, "Where the bloody… Oh, you got to be kidding me!" As Stefan approached Klaus, two all too familiar faces, turned up behind him.

"My oldest and best friend is missing, did you really think I'd leave her safe return to you?" Elena asked, crossing her arms and glared at him.

"And I suppose you still go, wherever dear Elena go, am I right?" Klaus asked Damon and raised an eyebrow. Damon held his up his hands.

"It's as you say," he confirmed nodding. Klaus sighed and closed his eyes taking a deep breath. Well, it was to be expected, he guessed. These damn Mystic Falls people, he just couldn't seem to shake off, because of their sickening loyalty to each other.

"Great, I'm stuck with the mod squad…" Klaus mumbled to himself as he walked through the terminal checkpoint, closely followed by Stefan, Damon and Elena.

The long flight turned out to be rather pleasant, with the three companions traveling economic and Klaus traveling first class, as he always did; it was a matter of principle. Klaus compelled a particularly charming flight attendant to serve him blood every now and then, without others noticing, thanks to the privacy of first class seats.

Almost four hours later, the four travel companions stepped out from Bucharest airport.

The blinding snow and a cold wind surprised Klaus. Living in New Orleans, in the south state of Louisiana, for the past 50 years, Klaus hadn't bothered thinking about the fact that it was mid-February. It was winter and thus very cold, with a great amount of snow, in certain places of the world. Luckily, being the hybrid he was, Klaus didn't really feel cold as such, but he could still sense the cold winds and they bothered him, just like the annoyingly white snow. Klaus shivered and tugged his jacket around himself further. Stefan and Damon followed his example, as Elena put on her fur hat and looked all cosy in her furry jacket.

"I'm going to rent a car," Klaus said glaring at the doppelganger, "Bran Castle, or Dracula's Castle is two hours north from here. If Caroline wanted to know about the Dracula myth that would be a place for her to go snoop around." He explained. Stefan nodded and looked at Elena and Damon.

"I'm going with him," Stefan told them, "you two take another car and follow us."

As they drove through the city, it started snowing, adding white matter on the already covered roads, making it hard to stay orientated of where they were. Stefan turned the map a few times and discerned out the windows repeatedly. Klaus smirked and looked out the side window, as they stopped for red light. Although the city had changed during the six centuries, since he had been there last, some things hadn't changed and Klaus had feeling of where they were and were they were headed.

Before long, the traffic thinned out and the snowing increased, but the road to Bran was easy to navigate, with most of it being highway, so chances of getting lost had minimized. Klaus and Stefan drove in a silence, only broken by the occasional sound of the windshield wiper, gliding across the front window.

Both were deep in thought.

Klaus wondered for the tenth time why he had agreed to take this utterly ridicules trip. Why did he go so far for a woman he hadn't seen or heard from in 50 years? He should had stayed in New Orleans with that woman, what was her name again? Maggie, Mary, Muriel…? Klaus shook his head. None of those women ever lasted long and it wasn't because they were mortal.

Thoughts of Caroline and the time they spend together, still brought a smile to the hybrid's lips and he felt like a lovesick fool. One of those Klaus had mocked for centuries. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He hated the impact Caroline had on him; the things she had made him do and feel – another weakness. Love was a vampires greatest weakness, it made youj weak. Klaus had known this for centuries and just as long, he'd lived by it. Why let that change now?

He had a good and satisfying life in New Orleans. He and Elijah had made peace and won back the French quarter a few decades ago and peace between the species finally reigned in the old streets. Klaus had a daughter, an heir he was mentoring and when he felt a little lonely, he had a free pick of beautiful women: witches, vampires, werewolves and humans alike. He really couldn't ask for anymore. Klaus suddenly drove off the highway and stopped the car. Stefan gave him a confused look.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm not going," Klaus said quietly, avoiding Stefan's glance, "Tell the infamous two and continue with them, I'm going back to New Orleans."

Klaus could feel Stefan's reproachful look, but he didn't say anything and graphed his bag before getting out of the car. In the reaview mirror, Klaus saw Elena and Damon getting out of the car behind him and meeting up with Stefan. They talked among themselves for a while, before getting in their car and drove away. Elena sending long glares after Klaus.

A/N: What do you think?! Is Caroline really in the clutches of this Vlad guy? Is Klaus really going back, leaving the 'mod squad' to find Caroline? Let me know your thoughts and keep yourself posted to find out!

Yeah, I imagine the Mikaelsons being in Romania before going to England in the second half of the 15 century. It matched the time of Vlad in Romania and meeting Katerina in England perfectly! And just so you know, yeah, Vlad Dracul was indeed a real person, whom Bram Stokers character of Dracula was inspired. No, he was not a vampire, but a very nasty prince in the old Romania, well known for his cruelty, and brutal ways of murdering people, try and google him under 'Vlad the impaler'…

And for those reading this from Romania, I'm sorry if I get something wrong, I'm not from Romania and I've never been, so my descriptions and knowledge of the country is all internet based, but I do wanna go there some day :)