Author's Note: Hello! Yes I know I started another story, but this one I actually know what I'm doing. For the time being New Kid will be on hold. I had this idea and I thought it would be really fun to write so I'm trying it out! Basically Caroline is a french prostitute and the story follows her and Klaus through the years! They met in 1490 just before Katherine and it shows their changing relationship and wither or not they could stay together or not. Also I'm not 100% sure on old style language or french so ive been researching it, but if anyone could help that'd be great! I love reviews! So let me know what you think!

Chapter 1: The Girl

I could still remember how she looked upon the first day I saw her. She was angelic with long blonde curly hair and ice blue eyes. She was positioned on a pedestal surrounded by the other girls, but I didn't notice any of them, my eyes having immediately been drawn to her. She was wearing a red dress that was so low her breasts were popping out above the fabric and it was bunched around her waist to show off her long legs. She was sitting seductively but there was a blank expression on her face. A telling sign that she didn't want to be on display for anyone. To me she was the most beautiful woman I had seen in all of my time. I knew that I wanted her and what Klaus Mikaelson wanted he got.

FRANCE 1490

"Come now, Nik! You're birthday is in the morrow! Let's go out and celebrate!" Kol whined drinking his scotch in his brother's study.

"Enough, Kol! I'm trying to finish this and you continuously badger me with meaningless talk. I already told you how we are celebrating my birthday and Elijah and Rebekah have planned it all!" Klaus snarled glaring at his brother.

"But! Brother! You only turn 482 once in your life! And if I don't through you a telling party the night before you turn 482 then what happens when Elijah and Rebekah get to upstage me in the morrow night! They are always upstaging me and I for one, want to be the ones to brag about giving you the best 482nd birthday ever!" Kol rambled banging his cup on his brother's desk to make his point.

Klaus let out a low growl and snatched his brother's glass out of his hand and is just about to through it at him when the door opens revealing Elijah.

"Can no one leave me alone to finish this?! I am trying to find the bloody doppleganger and you all won't let me be the blood hell alone!" Klaus snapped taking the glass and shattering it into the fire making it roar louder than necessary.

Neither brother jumped unfazed by their brother's dramatics having had to leave with it for their entire lives.

"I came to let you know that one of the spies has spotted Mikael. He's looking for us in Africa, so France should be ideal of a place to stay for now." Elijah said drily.

"Excellent! Parisian Brothels are the best in Europe!" Kol exclaimed rubbing his hands together. Both of his older brother's rolled their eyes.

"Come, Nik! I'll buy one for your birthday! You can play with her all night and then bleed her dry in the morrow." Kol said licking his lips thinking of his own Parisian prostitute.

"Niklaus I think you should go with Kol you have been looking for the doppleganger for years, you can afford to take one night off. It would be good for you especially the night before your birthday and especially after what Rebekah and I have planned for the morrow." Elijah said smirking at his younger brother.

"See! Even Elijah agrees! You can't win, Nik! It's already been decided!" Kol said gleefully.

Klaus huffed and rolled his eyes, but got up neither the less. "I'll call a carriage."

"Excellent! I'll go change into something more smashing!" Kol said speeding out of the room and into his own quarters.

Elijah and Klaus looked at each other and smirked, Klaus packed up his notes and put them in a desk so he could ready himself for the night's events. Just as he was about to leave he glanced at Elijah a smirk on his face.

"You are coming too, correct? I cannot tolerate Kol alone." Klaus said smirking at Elijah.

Elijah sighed, "I supposed it's only fair. Let me put on something less...I don't want to dirty it up with the prostitutes."

Klaus chuckled and went to his own quarters to freshen up before his night out with his brothers. The carriage arrived about a half hour later and the three brothers piled in. Kol gushed about the superb brothel he had heard about and was elated that he was finally going to get to go. The carriage dropped them off in front of the building and the three Originals walked in.

The scent of sex hit them like a wave and Klaus had to keep from his vampire fangs from shooting out.

"Have you been here before?" a Parisian brunette asked in French at the door.

"We are looking for some of your finest ladies to keep us company this evening." Kol answered her in English too lazy to speak the native tongue.

The brunette smiled at them and led them into the back. Klaus looked at all of the girls lounging around with men pawing at them. He shook his head not knowing why he was there in the first place, other than to appease his younger brother who loved attending filthy places like these.

Finally the brunette stopped and opened a door to another room. This room had girls dancing and a few were placed around the place strategically. Klaus's eyes went directly to a blonde girl with curly hair sitting on a pedestal. The other girls around her were dancing, a void look of emotion was on the blonde's face and her red dress brought out her bright blue eyes. Klaus stopped walking and looked at the girl, she was sitting seductively her long legs crossed and her breasts were falling out of her dress. Suddenly her eyes connected to his and she gave him a sultry look. Klaus realized that his two brothers and the brunette were walking through the room to another room away from the blonde.

"Wait!" Klaus said in French calling to the brunette woman.

"Yes, my lord?" the brunette asked looking at him with wide eyes.

"I want her." Klaus said nodding at the blonde on the pedestal.

"Her? No my lord, you do not. She is not one of our finest. If you would follow me—" The brunette said.

"No! I want her." Klaus said moving closer to the woman.

"No, No, my lord, really she is—" the brunette said shaking her head.

"I am paying for my treatment and if I want the blonde then do not tell me that I don't. I am paying for a service and I will get what I want. Go fetch her." Klaus said lowly glaring at the woman.

She nodded and hurried toward the pedestal towards the blonde. The girl slowly got off and followed the brunette woman who had an annoyed look on her face.

"She is yours for the night. Do not leave marks on her. You pay her when you are done. She will inform you of the price." The brunette said. All but throwing the blonde at Klaus. Klaus smirked down at the girl who couldn't have been any more than 16. She looked at him through wide blue eyes and he touched her face gently admiring her clear silky smooth skin.

"Do you speak English?" he asked in French.

She nodded.

"She'll show you to your room. Gentlemen if you would follow me I'll find you a woman of your own." The brunette said distastefully.

The blonde girl took Klaus's hand and he stiffly walked behind her. They came to a small room with a white bed already made and the blonde began to take off her dress.

"Wait! What do you go by?" Klaus asked sitting on the bed.

"C-Caroline." The blonde whispered staring at the man in front of her.

Klaus smirked, "Caroline. That's a lovely name. What's such a lovely girl doing in such a place as this?"

Caroline looked away from him. "I am not here to talk to you about my life, my lord, I am here to pleasure you in the only way I know how, with my body." Caroline said her voice empty of emotions.

Klaus raised an eyebrow, "Really is that what they teach you here? I will still pay you for your time, love. Just tell me a bit about yourself or at the very least tell me the prices."

Caroline blushed embarrassed she had forgotten her training so quickly. "I am sorry, my lord. I…I'm not usually chosen…I…I'm just one of the ones to look at."

"Really? How could no one ever choose your, you're beautiful." Klaus whispered moving closer to her.

Caroline looked away. "No one ever chooses me, the other's are more experienced and I am only ten and five of age." She said quietly.

Klaus frowned. "Why so young and working here, sweetheart? Surely your parents wonder where you are."

Caroline's head snapped back to look at him and shrugged. "My parent's are of no concern. Now what can I do for you my lord? Our prices are here." She said going over to the bedside table and grabbing a piece of parchment with French writing on it. Klaus skimmed the list and tossed it onto the bed. "How about we continue talking?"

Caroline scoffed. "About what?"

"You preferably. When do you turn ten and six?" he asked watching as she came to sit beside him.

"Next week." She mumbled.

Klaus chuckled, "I turn twenty six tomorrow." He said gently brushing his fingers over her hand.

"Happy birthday my lord!" She said a hint of a smile starting to appear on her face. She was quiet and then spoke softly, "If you want to talk you should stop with the caresses." She whispered starting into his eyes and shivering involuntarily.

He chuckled and stopped his hand. "Are you not going to ask my own name?" he asked.

She blushed again and Klaus found he wanted to make her again and again. He enjoyed the way her pretty cheeks heated up at his words or her own embarrassment.

"What is your name, my lord?" she asked.

"Klaus." He said simply.

"Now that we are both acquainted can we get on with it?" she asked tilting her head.

He smirked. "Oh no, I still want to know more. Tell me how you came to be in this place?"

She looked away, "I was disowned and I had no where else to go… what brings you here, my lord? Do you enjoy asking prostitutes questions? Are you a man of the law?" she asked a small smile blossoming her lips.

Klaus found himself wanting to make her smile some more. "Oh no, sweetheart. I am a man of power and I don't generally enjoy asking questions to anyone. I am here because my brother wanted to take me out for my birthday. Finding you has been a delicious bonus." He said gently touching her again. Caroline gasped without meaning to his touching causing an unknown fire to start deep within her core.

"W-Would you like to start?" Caroline stammered.

Klaus smirked at her, "no, love, not yet." He said and he leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss against her rosy red lips. He pulled back before she could respond and he smirked at her enjoying the taste of her sweetness on his lips.

"Until we meet again." Klaus said taking out several large French bills and placing them into her hands. Then he got up and started for the door.

"Wait! Klaus!" Caroline said just as he was about to leave. He glanced behind him in questions and for the first time she smiled a genuine smile.

"Happy birthday!" she said the smile still in place.

He nodded and turned to leave the room in search for his brothers so they could go home. He was not happy that they had gone to the Brothel, but he was glad they had.

If not he would never have met sweet Caroline.

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