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A/N: This story is largely inspired by knives-and-lint and sclovefest of Tumblr and their Role-reversal gifset. So to them, thank you!

CHAPTER ONE

Caroline Forbes was about to come one of the most respected socialite of the Chicago noveau rich, and it was all thanks to Klaus Mikaelson. Gone were the days of singing in all the local joints and trying to scrape a living together, gone were the days when all the women would sling insults behind her back because their men came to hear her sing. They'd have to hold their tongues now, and it made Caroline giddy. She was no longer the Southern jane that had left her family and their scandal in Virginia, she was the professional singer that was about to get engaged to the most respected man in Illnois.

She had taken almost all day getting ready for this outing and was currently all dolled up in a beautiful red lace dress. It fell right above her knees, and the hem was low for dancing. Her natural blond curls were pinned under to give her a bobbed look, making her neck look wonderfully long and supple. She had one long string of pearls on that went to her waist, and she was sure carrying a torch for her new beautiful white satin gloves. If there was a gal anywhere in Chicago that looked more beautiful than her, she would love to see them. She got up from the vanity table in her room as she heard a knock and quickly bounced over to the door.

"Well, Miss Forbes, you definitely look keen tonight."

She turned to see Klaus in the doorway and grinned. "Oh, these old glad rags?"

He chuckled a little, walking over to her and taking her arm. They left the boarding house and were driven to the closest gin mill. Klaus had a penchant for alcohol, and she didn't blame him. Prohibition was making an alcoholic out of everyone. He signaled to the doorman once they arrived and they were led into a wonderful joint he hadn't taken her to before. Caroline's first thoughts were to the black singer and her excellent voice, but then Klaus led her to an exclusive booth and her thoughts quickly fled as they sat down.

"You love me, don't you?" Klaus asked, suddenly watching her with those intense eyes once they had been left alone.

"Absolutely." She said, unable to play coy when he was looking at her like that.

"And you couldn't picture a life without me?"

She smiled at him. Certainly he knew all of this. "Of course not, Mr. Mikaelson."

He smiled, taking her hand in his. She wondered rather impatiently why he wasn't pulling a ring out already. She had spent nights wondering what it might look like, if he had picked the right cut or if it was one she would really fancy. Instead he moved closer to her, until they were side by side, and leaned to whisper in her ear. "We have such a wonderful future ahead of us, you and I."

And before she knew it, hands reached to her neck and everything was black.

She woke up to hear the band still playing, gasping for air. Her hands went automatically to her neck and Klaus was sitting above her, both of them still in the booth- but he didn't look concerned. If anything, he looked more happy than she had ever seen him. "What- what just happened?"

"Don't make a fuss, love, the bad part is all over."

"Your hands- you broke my neck." She accused horrified as she all but flung herself back away from him.

He frowned a little, looking impatient. "Yes, yes, technicalities. You're alive now, Caroline. We can be together, like you wanted. Just you and I and the rest of time."

She gaped at him, wondering if she had gone looney. Odd things had happened ever since she had met Klaus, and she certainly had a much worse off memory, but this was all certainly a terrible nightmare. And then as Klaus turned very still, there was suddenly an explosion of sound and there were bullets raining down on them everywhere. Klaus grabbed her quickly, staring at her with wide eyes, before saying, "I'm so sorry- I will find you again. Get out of here. Drink the blood of whoever you can. But you cannot remember me until I say. It's the only way to be safe. Run."

And with that, eighteen year old Caroline Forbes, Southern jane, became a vampire.

Stefan Salvatore had grown up in Mystic Falls, Virginia his entire life. He and his brother Damon were somewhat infamous, especially at the local high school. Damon had been the town's lovable "bad boy" until the popular Elena Gilbert had managed to calm him down, something that Stefan still found amusing. Stefan and Elena were in the same grade and had become best friends since their awkward crushes on each other in middle school, when Elena had left him heart broken by falling for his older brother. It was easy to laugh about now with Damon going to the community college to be close to Elena while she and Stefan finished their Senior year.

Stefan was popular in his own right as captain of the football team. He, Matt Donovan, and Tyler Lockwood had practically ran the entire school themselves last year even as Juniors. It was a wonderful feeling now, about to start Senior year, knowing that they were invincible. Even Stefan's father Guiseppi's lectures about grades and colleges couldn't bring him down. Not that he didn't take it seriously. He was headed to med school as soon as this year was over, Guiseppi had made sure of that. The only worry Stefan Salvatore had was trying to outdo his brother Damon's senior prank.

And then, at the last party of their Junior year, Tyler convinced Matt and Stefan to pull their first prank as the new ruling class of Mystic Falls High. They had driven in Matt's truck to their rival school, a garbage bag full of spray paint cans in tow, and had snuck onto the football field to begin what was to be their masterpiece. Halfway through, the police had caught them, escorting them individually back to their parents. Matt of course, was the one that got it easiest, although he was probably the one that felt most guilty. Stefan felt bad for Tyler, who's father was the mayor and a complete dick. But more than that, Stefan was dreading the look on his own father's face. It was hard to say which of Mayor Lockwood or Guiseppi Salvatore was the worst hard-ass.

It was Damon that had opened the door, Stefan standing sheepishly behind Officer Fell. Damon visibly winced, and before he could say anything more Stefan caught sight of Guiseppi coming up behind him. The face of his father turned stone cold, and Stefan briefly though of all the ways he could run away while Officer Fell explained to his father what had gone on. Once the officer walked away, and Stefan stepped inside, the yelling began. "I expected more out of you, boy. You realize the damage you did to that school, the legal ramifications? How am I supposed to explain this to the dean when he looks at your record this year? You are supposed to be better."

Damon was standing in the background, rolling his eyes. Stefan knew Damon's relationship with their father was strained, but even if it hadn't been, Damon would always have Stefan's back when he got in trouble. In fact, his brother had already started to make faces behind Guiseppi's back as their father yelled, and Stefan was finding it increasingly difficult to keep a straight face despite their fathers anger. "What the hell are you smirking at? You are not going to make a fool out of me in this community, Stefan! I will not stand for-,"

Guiseppi paused in the middle of his tirade, clutching at his arm and looking down. Stefan's stomach dropped a little at the pained look on his father's face. "Dad- are you alright?"

His father collapsed and Damon rushed over immediately, hovering over their father as he turned him over. Guiseppi looked so suddenly pale, still clutched in agony, and Damon yelled at Stefan, "Call 911!"

Stefan fumbled for his cellphone, his fingers numbly typing the numbers into the phone. He frantically talked to the responder, begging them to come quick. Damon was watching Stefan, his blue eyes wide and frightened. "Stefan- you have to do something, he's not breathing."

Stefan forced the phone over to Damon, wildly falling to the ground as he began to unbutton his father's shirt and attempt the CPR he had learned just last summer. It wasn't more than fifteen minutes before they heard the sirens and paramedics were rushing inside. An hour later, Guiseppi Salvatore was pronounced dead.