I DONT KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING. I know I should be updating one of my other stories, and I fully intended to when I started my computer but well... this happened. It's basically a one-shot that I had to get out. I might continue it somewhere in the future when school isn't busting my ass. (I'm really fucked)
But still, this was some practice for smut, whenever it comes in one of my stories. AND ITS MA FIRST TIME WRITING THAT AND YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD THAT IS. lol.

How I got this idea? I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA. I think there is some sort of movie about something similar to this, idk. I did no research whatsoever, just straight from my mind and I'm an idiot so don't for a second think that any of this is real.

And I put this in the TVD story thingies because TO doesn't exist for me. IM IN DENIAL.
It might take place in NOLA, but anything related to Hayley and her unicorn is not something I wish to speak of.

ANYWAY. That was my rant, here comes the story.

She grabbed her drink and took a sip. She held the glass in her hand and stared at it. There were people talking all around her, but she shut them out. The memories of the past few days were overwhelming the sound of everything else. Especially the one of today.

"Are you familiar with the WPP?" She shook her head while staring at the ground and tugging at the blanket that was cuddling her body. "Witness Protection Program. It's a program for people like you, in situations like this, it's a voluntary program and you can quit whenever you want, but we strongly advice you not to. Especially not for the first few months. We have to make sure that you're safe, and if you quit the program, we can't help you anymore. Understood?" she nodded. "We're going to put you in a family away from here, somewhere we know you'll be safe. You will get a completely new identity. You will not, under any circumstances, tell anyone who you truly are. Only the family you live with knows about it, understood?" She nodded. "Good. Now let's get things settled, shall we?" He gestured her to follow him and she stood up from her chair and stumbled after him. The man took her inside a room and for the first time she looked up and read his name tag. Alaric Saltzman, FBI. She sat down on the only chair and he leaned on the table in front of her. He put a file on the table and cleared his throat.

"You'll be staying with the Mikaelson family in New Orleans. I will check up with you from time to time, if there are any problems, call me." He handed her a business card with his name and number on it. He also handed her an envelope. She didn't open it right away, she just stared at it.
"That envelope contains your new identity. From now on, your name is Caroline Forbes, born in Mystic Falls and your parents recently died in a car accident. The Mikaelson family were friends with your family and they were kind enough to take you in. Your birthday is October 10th. Your age remains the same. We didn't change your name too much, it will cause less attention because everyone will assume you changed it completely and this way it's easier for you to realize when someone is talking to you. Your plane leaves in one and a half hour. In your hand luggage is this same file I have here" he pointed at the file next to him "you can read that on the plane. You will be bought new clothes and everything else that you might need will be provided so don't worry about that. There is a van outside that will drive you to the airport and one of the agents, Jenna Sommers, will escort you all the way to the Mikaelson's. He walked her outside to the van and gestured her to go on. "Good luck, kiddo." He said as he turned around and walked back into the building.

At first she thought that was bad, but the worst part had yet to begin. The whole stuff with her file was so detailed, and complicated. Literally everything of her life was changed. Except her age and her allergies. Apparently she was insecure, neurotic and competitive. She was captain of the cheerleading squad, honor student and in charge of all the dance committees. God knows what that contained. She googled it and apparently Mystic Falls High has useless dances what seems like every two months. She sighed. Did she really have to pretend this was her? She might be a good liar, but this good? No way. She took another sip of her drink as she thought back to her arrival in New Orleans.

"Hi, come on in." The girl in the door said. The brown-eyed and brown curly haired woman stepped aside to let her in. They arrived in New Orleans nearly thirty minutes ago and they went straight here even though she asked Jenna to get something to eat first.
"I'd love to because I'm dying for something to eat as well, but I know the Mikaelson's and by that I mean I know Esther, the mother of the family, and she can get really pissed if something doesn't go according to plan. And the plan was to go straight to her. Sorry, but our stomachs have to wait." was the answer she got. Jenna was nice, they had talked on the plane and she actually managed to distract herself and 'Caroline'. Jenna walked inside and Caroline followed.

"Welcome, welcome" the girl said again. "I'm Katherine, the maid."

"Hi Katherine, I'm Jenna Sommers and this is Caroline."

"Nice to meet you. Now let me introduce you to your new home. About the family. First off, Mikael, the father of the family. Be warned, he's scary when he's pissed and his children are very good at pissing him off. Esther, Mikael's wife and the mother of all, she's actually a nice woman if things go down the way she wants them to. Otherwise she can truly be a witch. Don't tell her I said that. Finn, the eldest, he doesn't talk much but he's nice. He doesn't live here anymore, he moved in with his fiancée Sage so you won't see him around much. And this is Elijah," Caroline saw a spark appear in her eyes when she said the name. "He's the most honorable one of the family, he is moral, kin and honest," Caroline watched her carefully. Katherine cared for this Elijah. It was obvious. "But, if you form any kind of threat against his family you will have to face him and then he can be quite scary. But other than that he's sweet. We have Rebekah, the only daughter of the family, she can be hard on people, but once you get to know her she's ok. And then we have Kol. He's immature. That's the best way to describe him. He's cocky, he thinks he's amazing, perfect and that every girl wants him even though every girl with a semi-decent working brain doesn't But, under the womanizing façade is actually a nice guy. But don't tell him that, we wouldn't want to boost that ego. And last but not least, Niklaus. I have two words of advice for you: Stay away. Won't be that hard since he's gone at the moment on some business trip or so I've heard, but he'll be back soon. Kol takes his womanizing from Klaus and Klaus is ten times worse than Kol. He sees woman as a challenge and once he has had them, he's gone. If he wants something, he'll get it. No matter the consequences. He'll try to get into your pants. Don't let him." Caroline smiled a little. She watched Katherine as she rambled on about the Mikaelson family. She obviously knew them well. Caroline made mental notes: 'Elijah is nice, Mikael can be scary, Esther can be a witch, Kol is ok once you look past his womanizing façade, Finn isn't around much and Klaus is the devil himself.'

She finished her drink and ordered another one. After the story of Katherine about the family, she wanted a break. She needed to process what she had heard. Apparently the family was hell and she'd have to live with them. She planned on leaving but her plans were interrupted by 'the witch' as Katherine put it.

"You're late. But you're here. Welcome dear, I'm Esther." She ended with a slight smile, but it was obviously forced. She turned around and walked away. Caroline didn't know what to do but then Jenna followed her and she figured she had to follow as well. For a second Caroline thought she could maybe go the other way and leave anyway, but she quickly dismissed those thoughts. She would be living here, she had to make a good impression. And running off wouldn't be one. She followed Esther, and Jenna, into a huge room that Caroline assumed was the living room. Caroline had always thought she lived in a big house, but her house was nothing compared to this. She tried her best not to look impressed, but felt like she miserably failed. There were people in the room as well. She recognized the faces from the portrait. Each and every one of them had their eyes on Caroline and it made her feel uncomfortable.

"These are my children, Rebekah, Kol, Finn and Elijah." Esther said as she waved her hand between the three men and the woman. "And this," Esther said as she walked towards the other man in the room "is my husband Mikael."

"Welcome," he said "please, tell us something about yourself." She stood in front of the six people and didn't know where to start. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again. What did she have to tell? The cover story or her real story? Katherine was here and Caroline didn't know if she should tell that story or not. She glanced at Katherine and Esther caught it.

"Don't worry dear, she knows." So Caroline started talking.

"My name is Carolina Vitaly Volkov. I am from Russia. Before anyone asks, I don't have an accent because I have been taught English since the day I said 'mama'. My father was a wealthy man with many enemies. And last night one of those got to him. He slaughtered every person in the house and was about to kill me if agent Saltzman hadn't stopped him." She stopped talking when she realized that she hadn't even thanked Alaric for saving her life. She mentally slapped herself. She opened her mouth to continue when the girl, Rebekah started talking.

"If all we're going to do is sit here and listen to a sad life story, then I'm leaving. I have better things to do."

"Rebekah" Esther scowled.

"No, no, it's ok. I was done talking anyway." She was glad someone interrupted, she didn't know what to tell else and she felt uncomfortable with everyone gazing at her. Especially with pity in their eyes. She didn't want their pity, she wanted a clean slate. She was here for that after all. Well that, and to make sure she wouldn't be killed. Without any other word Rebekah left the room.

"I'm sorry, child. She isn't usually like this." Esther assured her. She wanted to smile and say it was really ok but again, she was interrupted by one of the Mikaelson children. One of them burst out in laughter and when Caroline looked up she recognized the man to be Kol, the ok guy.

"Behave yourself, Kol." One of the other men hissed."

"What Elijah? We both know it isn't true." He said and turned his gaze to Caroline. "She is usually like this. You actually caught her on a good day."

"Please, Carolina, forgive my dearest brother and sister for their behavior. You will get used to it." She smiled a little. He didn't say it wasn't true. He simply stated that she would get used to it. Looks like Katherine was right, he is honest, she thought to herself.

"Elijah, always so serious, loosen up a little. She enjoys it, don't you darling?" She rolled her eyes on him.

"ENOUGH!" Mikael yelled. Her eyes widened in fear and she saw Kol back up as well. Katherine was right about him too. He was one scary man. "I will not tolerate this kind of behavior." with that he stormed out of the room.

"Temper much?" Caroline asked herself. She didn't mean to say it out loud and her eyes grew even bigger when she realized that she had, indeed, said it aloud. She looked around and saw that Finn wasn't paying attention, Elijah showed no emotion on his face and Kol's eyes widened and he tried to keep down a chuckle. She then turned to see Esther shooting daggers at her with her eyes.

"You are a guest in this house and you will show Mikael and I respect, we will not tolerate you breaking our rules or behaving like that." she then, too, walked out the room.
So much for a good impression.

"Tsk tsk tsk.. Barely here ten minutes and you have already pissed off the parents." Kol said with his lips curled in a smirk.

"Actually, you pissed off Mikael." He shrugged as a response. She rolled her blue eyes and walked away. Now I really needed a break, she thought.

She downed the shot that had just arrived and closed her eyes to focus on the burning sensation in her throat. She enjoyed that feeling. Unlike everyone in her family, she could hold her liquor. She actually enjoyed drinking, she didn't just do it to drown her sorrows.

She looked around the club, it was getting crowded and people were getting drunk. She studied everyone there carefully. Most of them were teenagers looking for some fun. Some older people at the bar drowning their sorrows all by themselves. And the occasional dick that came along trying to take advantage of a drink girl. Since she had nothing to do, she'd just go over the cover story once more. It had to look real once she told it, and it felt so unreal to her she thought she might burst out in laughter if she had to tell it.

Caroline Forbes, born October 10th 1992. Went to Mystic Falls High. My parents died in a car accident. Their names were Elizabeth Forbes and Bill Forbes, Liz was sheriff of Mystic Falls and Bill was a business man. They died on their way back from a trip to Richmond where they had a meeting with Bill's boss. The killer was a drunk driver, it was a hit 'n run and the driver has not been found yet. The Mikaelson family has been friends with mine ever since my dad got the job in Richmond. Mikael works there as well and he and Bill grew tight over the years. They were so kind as to take me in. Good enough.

She ordered another drink when she heard someone behind her. "Hello, love." She turned around and met gaze with one handsome man. Beautiful blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. And British for god sake.

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She usually wasn't one of the one night stands, but when his lips found hers, all she wanted to do was rip his clothes of and jump him right then and there. It was probably the alcohol speaking, but she didn't care. So when he asked her if she wanted to get out of there, she didn't hesitate before nodding. They took his car, which was immensely frustrating since he had to drive. He had to be focused on the road, she couldn't distract him. She mumbled 'finally' when he parked in front of his apartment. The road seemed to take forever. They walked, or rather sprinted, inside, clinging onto each other and they went to the lift. As soon as the door shut they gave in. Their lips crashed together and his hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of it. His tongue darted out of his mouth, licking her lips, begging for entrance. She moaned at his actions and he took the opportunity to slid his tongue in her mouth. Their tongues battled for dominance. He pushed her to the wall and peppered kisses down her neck to her collarbone. She grabbed the hem of his Henley and pulled it over his head. She moaned as he sucked on the sensitive spot in her neck. Her hands went to his pants and she greedily unbuckled his belt and pushed his pant down. He hoisted her up against the wall and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. The elevator stopped and he carried her inside, their lips never parting. They crashed into a few walls before they reached the bedroom. She fell on the bed and took her shirt off. He climbed on top of her and their lips met before he kissed a path down her body, his hands eagerly trailing all over her revealed body. He took her pants and underwear off and pushed her legs apart, before burying himself deep inside her.

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She opened her eyes and looked at the arm wrapped around her. The memories of last night came rushing to the surface and she shivered remembering what the sex felt like. Amazing, sensational, best ever sex. She carefully removed his arm and got out of the bed. What happened shouldn't have happened, she just arrived in New Orleans and had barely met the family. What on earth was she thinking to go out, get drunk and hook up with some random guy? Way to make a good impression.
She put on her clothes and tiptoed out of the house.

She was walking outside when she realized she didn't know where she was. He had driven to his apartment, and she was anything but focused on the road. She sighed and went left. She asked a few people which direction the Mikaelson house was, and every time was she sent in a different direction. She eventually gave up on asking and just walked. At one point she recognized the road. It was the same one she took with Jenna on their way to the Mikaelson's. She let out a sigh of relief and walked further. Her legs were aching when she finally arrived at the house. She saw a car that wasn't there before and stopped dead in tracks. That meant they were already awake, and she couldn't sneak in.. not that she would know where to go, but at least she would be inside without being caught. She reluctantly went to the door and inside.

"Caroline, where have you been?" Katherine asked. She chuckled when she saw Caroline's hungover head. "Oh. Anyway," she changed subjects, "the last member of the family is here to meet you. I told him you weren't home, yet. Don't worry, I told him you were jetlagged and went for a walk. Come." She turned around and walked into the living room. Caroline considered going upstairs to change and take a shower, so she would look a little decent but everyone already knew she was back and they were waiting. She wouldn't piss everyone off even more. "Caroline, meet Klaus."
She walked into the living room and her eyes grew wide when she locked gaze with the guy that made her scream so loud she thought she would go deaf.

"трахните меня" (trakhnite menya: Fuck me.)

That's it. If you have any tips, or comments, or critic or whatever, please review. (:

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