Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry

You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you, tell you I need you

Tell you I set you apart

-Coldplay, The Scientist

Caroline was dreaming, lost in visions of castles, dances and pretty boys with pretty voices. She was so lost in her sleep she couldn't notice the cold breeze entering her bedroom, the light of the full moon in the sky, framed by her window. None of those things mattered anyway.

She was dancing, spinning around in a large ballroom with marble floors, golden ceilings and a sparkling chandelier. She was in the arms of a man she barely recognized, her eyes going to a boy with dark hair and dark eyes. He looked unhappy but entranced as if he couldn't look away from her. She smiled at him as she and her partner passed by him, he remained standing there, nursing a glass of wine, a pretty girl on his arm, by his side.

The dance ended and her partner bowed to her before taking his leave. She curtsied and picked up the many layers of her periwinkle dress. She made her way to the balcony where the moon was full and ominous, the starts glistening like fairy lights and the wind cool on her skin. It was a blue moon that night and she smiled to herself as she heard footsteps approach her from behind, muffled, trying to be quiet.

Come back to me….

"Lovely night…" A voice said, it was undoubtedly male and she wagered a guess on which person standing there was. She turned around, smiling, the stranger on the side of the dance floor standing there by the doors. "Absolutely stunning," She remarked.

He stepped forward. One step, two, until he was right in front of her and she could feel his breath on her neck. His hands were in his pockets, trying to look casual and succeeding. "But I must say, you make the view even more beautiful here." He said, smirking at her charmingly, disarmingly.

She blushed from head to toe and turned away from him. "I think you're being a little too forward, sir."

"Maybe," He chuckled. "But I just speak the truth."

Come back to me, please….

His hands suddenly were on her bare arms, his soft hands caressing the flesh of her skin and she shivered. He moved forward until his back was pressed to her front and she felt how warm he was. His mouth went to her neck and she gasped in shock, his teeth coming out to play and she felt him nibble on her pulse. Her heartbeat quickening she turned around and boldly captured his mouth in a searing kiss.

He responded immediately, his hands travelling down to her waist and pulling her impossibly closer. His tongue coaxed her mouth open and he explored, tasting, testing until she's squirming in his arms. His lips travelled to her cheek and down to her neck again. She arched against him, her breasts against his chest and his fingers were caressing her stomach in motioning circles, making butterflies flutter within.

But wait, she shouldn't be doing this. If her father found out he'd…

She lightly pushed him off her, her arms going to his chest to do the deed. He obligingly pulled away but stared at her with lust-filled hooded eyes tinged with confusion. "What's the matter?"

She tried to put herself together, to compose herself from her flustered state and she pushed him back another step, she needed distance between them. "I can't."

Please….

"Why not?" He took a step forward despite her hand on his chest, keeping him at bay. His hands grasped her and her hands went to his broad shoulders, praying that he would be a gentleman and leave her be.

"It's improper." She protested.

He laughed, his shoulder shaking with mirth. "Proper? My dear, you have no desire to be proper. I can see it in your eyes. You want to rebel and tell the world that you don't give a damn." His hands went to her waist, creeping lower and lower until it was dangerous. "Let me show you what you want."

"How do you know what I want?" She challenged.

He smiled. "Because," He said. "You're mine."

She felt herself bristle with anger. How dare he! She pushed him away forcefully and he stumbled backwards before regaining his footing. He stared at her in shock, not expecting her to do that and she glared at him with frosty blue eyes. "I do not belong to you. I belong to no man."

Come back to me…

"That's what you think," He smirked in challenge and she felt like he was mocking her. "That's what they all think."

"Please do not compare me to your whores, sir," She replied bitingly. "You'll be much surprised."

He stared at her, eyes probing, weighing before he chuckled and smiled at her. His smile was the sun setting over the horizon, it was beautiful and for a moment she's dazzled by it before it disappears and he bowed. "My apologies, miss. I may have misjudged you after all."

She weighed in her head whether he was sincere or not but decided to be the bigger person and she nodded in acquiesce. "You are forgiven, Mister…?"

"Mikaelson," He put in. "Kol Mikaelson."

"Well, it was very nice to meet you Mister Mikaelson but I'm afraid I must take my leave now," She moved to brush past him but his quick hands grabbed her arm at the last minute.

"Wait," He said. "You forgot to give me your name."

She smiled at him guilefully. "You didn't earn it."

She shrugged him off and he let go of her, staring at her in fascination as she walked away, his eyes burning holes into her back.

Come back to me, please…

Caroline awoke in her bed, eyes staring at the ceiling and hand reaching up to touch her lips. It had felt so real her dream, almost like it had actually happened to her. She began to smile and giggled to herself. Right, like there was a Kol Mikaelson out there just waiting for her.

She blinked away the sleep threatening to overcome her again and she got up from the bed, stretching languidly her muscles before going to the bathroom. Whatever, no more dreaming. Today was the first day of classes and she had a very busy day ahead of her.