Hello my Klaroline lovelies! This is my first time writing a story... I just got this app after a few months of reading klaroline fanfics! I thought to myself, "why don't I do one of these?" So I signed up but it said I needed to verify and they'd text it to me. They didn't, and I spent time very let down until I downloaded it.

So in this story, Jo Saltzman is alive and will be the mother of Lizzy and Josie.Caroline won't be working for the school, but sometimes recruits... that just might be all that I can tell you guys! P.s I'm new, I'm soft, a smoldering flame that can be stamped out... so, go easy on the comments! ;p

Paris, France November 2; 2019

Caroline had just gotten home after a long, awful day. Sure, in Paris nothing can really get tiring... there was the Eiffel Tower, countless bakeries where master chefs made the most delectable pastries, boat rides through sparkling canals, and so much more.

She would guess that being a vampire would make it all heightened and exciting, but she was tired of the same old same old. On her way to her favorite café, she crossed the street and some douchebag ran her over (which hurt, not going to lie) and didn't even try getting help. The douchebag, being a douchebag rode off somewhere into the distance. Caroline, who was very good at tracking people down, had a nice meal when she found him. She obviously left him alive, telling him to forget that he was a failure to the world and her eating him.

Later, one of her friends, Alaric Saltzman called. They had a pleasant conversation about home and how Jo and the kids were doing. Jo had made Caroline godmother to her girls because at her and Alaric's wedding, Jo's psychopath of a brother stabbed her. Caroline, being the only vampire who didn't pass out because of a huge explosion, saved Jo's life by feeding her vampire blood. Imagine if Jo had died? She couldn't even think of something so absurd!

He told Caroline that near her home was a boy who had just triggered his werewolf curse. Caroline headed to the location Ric told her. She found him, and he was native in French who couldn't understand a word she was saying. She tried signing with weird movements to this confused boy, he still didn't see what she was trying to say, then she did the most unexpected thing of showing him her vampire veins, he stabbed her with a metal bar, and then ran off into traffic.

The rest of her day was spent at a bar, getting drunk off her ass. A vampire has a very high tolerance, but two bottles of tequila, five shots of bourbon, vodka, gin, rum, a few types of wine, and a Bud Light will do that to someone. She somehow, got to her house, staggered in, and slammed the door almost off the hinges. She went into her bedroom, only to realize someone was in there and that was certainly not her house. When she came to the biggest prettiest house on the block, she finally new she was there. Setting the keys on her entrance table, she kicked off her boots and tripped into the hall. It had a marble floor with huge fancy columns on every corner, and two stairs with comfortable soft material leading up to the bedrooms, bathrooms, minibars, and blood bags.

Somehow, Caroline, in her drunkenness found the kitchen with lots of ice cream. In her bedroom, she lay down in her bed, spending the rest of the night watching Titanic and A Dogs Purpose, over and over again sobbing about her problems and telling her Ben and Jerries chocolate chip cookie dough that it is was her only friend while eating huge chunks of it.

What in the fuuuuu", I groaned. Apparently when I am drunk, I make a book about how my day had gone.

Last night was blurry, but I can still see it clearly, Shitty day, crappy supernatural recruitment job, got wasted, wallowed in crippling depression, wrote a short literary story of how my day went from a diary I hadn't used in more than a decade, and passed out, probably from alcohol poisoning.

My head was seriously about to explode! My vision was awful and I heard yelling. Turns out I put the song "My Heart will go on" in repeat. I attempted to get up out of my bed, but fell backwards across it and landed on the floor. A few minutes later, I managed to crawl into a room that, unlike all the others, was closed. I opened it and found four square freezers in a room smaller than the rest. Lifting myself feebly off the ground, I opened one and found a decent amount of stocked blood bags in it, like the rest. I grabbed one or two. My vision could only make out AB negative. I ripped into it, retreating to the wall next to the freezer. I could instantly feel my veins break through and felt my canines sharpen to a deadly point. Blood felt glorious against my throat. It was cold, not my favorite temperature, but it was spicy and overwhelming. This particular one had a fruity vibe about it. I finished three before I felt back to my right state. It was very tempting to have more, and damn I would've if my phone didn't start ringing. "Hello?" I groaned. "Hey Care, did you talk to him yet?"Alaric's voice rang out of the phone into one ear and out the other. "Who?"

"The boy, who triggered his werewolf genes, did you forget again? Honestly Care, maybe you should take a brake from this, you don't feel as into it after," he cleared his voice, obviously addressing the elephant in the room, or through the phone," You know, him...". I stopped rolling her eyes and held my position there. Him, of course he would bring up him, as in Klaus. Klaus Mikealson, the one who made me feel wanted. I remembered all the time they had spent together. Fights, tensions, understanding, and in all of that, feelings.

Like the last time I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes and would like to be lost in them forever. I remembered how I told him to have closure with his daughter, hoping I myself would get closure. And then I remembered the kiss. Soft and tender, the warm breath on my face as our foreheads were put together. How I would like to be in that state forever. And then I left him. Only after I left, I felt awful and new I was a terrible person. His death was months ago... but he still effects me in ways Tyler and Stefan could never have.

Slowly, grief turned into seething anger towards Alaric for even bringing it up.

"Seriously?"

"Alaric, I have had some crappy days this depressing year in my shitty lifetime, so I suggest you don't cross that line," she said darkly. "And for this werewolf boy, I went and talked to him yesterday, it wasn't as pleasant as I expected... and I think your right, I should take a break, like a long break from this pointless recruitment!"

He was probably going to say a smart comeback, but I quickly closed the chat by hanging up, clearly upset.

My phone had began ringing again, I ignored it. But it kept on and on, buzzing out of control.

"What is it now?" I grumbled. But then I looked down at the number that was calling, and it was certainly not Alaric, not even close.

I scrambled to answer the call, wondering why now? "Rebekah?" I said, obviously confused of what reason she would call.