A.N.

I think the title kind of speaks for itself.

Okay. So I was reading some Daroline fics and I noticed one of the recurrent themes was their child dropping in on them from the future. I tried to search for some Klaroline ones with the same thing but none came up. So I decided to come up with my own…

As for those of you who must be wondering how Caroline, being a vampire, gets pregnant; I'll explain the thing in the story. The pregnancy-how-it-happens-inspiration has been taken form MarsterRoo's 'On the Run' so all credit for the idea belongs to her.

Well, enjoy and let me know if I should continue. You know, in case you like it.

P.S. the first chapter will be short.

Disclaimer: I don't own VD or any of the characters other than Annabelle Mikaelson. However I'd love owning Klaus, if they'd only give him to me.

Chapter 1: Knock, knock. Who's there?

The 18 year old immortal groaned as she fell on the ground, grasping onto the hard object beside her for support. The world blacked out around her and she snapped her eyes shut tightly trying not to let the dizziness get to her. Well, more than it already had anyway. She felt the ground below her disappear and she gasped fearing she'd start falling. But nothing happened. Other than the darkness and swirling butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling, that is.

She shrieked as the darkness deepened around her and she opened her eyes only to be blinded by a bright ray of light.

Annabelle opened her eyes and squinted at the scenery around her. She was lying on the forest in the middle of a forest that somehow seemed familiar to her. She frowned, sitting up in a flash. Wait. How exactly did I come here again?

As if on cue her mind began a replay of everything that had happened. Her aunt. The spell. The darkness. And then she'd been taken to god knows where. God! Why did she have to do the stupid spell in the first place! And what frustrated her more was that she did not have anyone else to blame but herself. After all she'd been the one to hound her aunt for the last three weeks trying to learn magic. Her aunt had refused straightaway, telling her that she wasn't a witch and as much as she tried wouldn't be able to do magic. It was unnatural but being the stubborn girl that she was she did not let the matter rest and finally, reluctantly, her aunt agreed to help her. She had smirked smugly (her father's trademark smirk) as she heard her aunt utter those words.

Well, she had learnt it from him anyway. The smirk, i.e. and manipulation. it was one of the many things she'd gotten from him, aside from the obvious ones such as his temper, his charming personality (whenever he showed it), and her most favorite one- his eyes. His penetrating blue eyes that her mother had once once admitted were one of the many things that had made it exceptionally hard for her to resist him. And his accent, of course- that had been one of the melting points, yes. Another thing she'd gotten from her father was his stubbornness- but then again she could say the same thing about her mother. She was the same as her mother in many ways too- physically her beautiful golden hair and her figure. From the back many people mistook them to be the same. Annabelle too was like her mother when it came to all the girly stuff- she absolutely LOVED shopping, sappy romantic movies, junk food- a thing she always loved doing with her mom and aunt (the aunt from her father's side, not the witchy one).

Annabelle wondered what they must be thinking right then, or whether if they'd started panicking by now. Knowing her parents they were probably freaking out big time. Her mother was probably worried sick running around rampant all through the town (and the country too, soon) looking for her. Her father was most definitely livid- not angry-on-her livid but angry-for-her livid. She groaned wondering how they would react on finding out what exactly she had been trying to do in the first place.

It wasn't like they didn't know about her sudden interest in witchcraft. Her mother had played mediator to her demands a countless times, upon being persuaded by her aunt. But they didn't know that she'd been sneaking into her uncle and aunt's room once in a while and occasionally peeping the Grimoire, for some cool stuff to try. They'd definitely get pissed about that.

She had been trying to look for a spell to try, convinced that her aunt wasn't exactly teaching her anything remotely important. Nothing major anyway; jus some minor stuff like weather and planting. Well, she was fed up with minor. Annabelle Mikaelson did not do minor.

So she did it. Something major.

And look where I am now, she thought grumbling. She could literally picture how her aunt will react when she reached home. Saying that she'd be pissed would be an understatement. She'd say, with her hands on her hips and all, "you, young lady, are in some serious trouble".

She'd probably smile sheepishly back and reply with a nervous chuckle, "Well, look at the bright side. Now you know for sure that I've got some real potential".

Well, it was true. Whatever the spell was had definitely worked. Wrongly but who cares? It worked. Bu it was still wrong! She'd been transported to the forest. How's that cool? She hadn't known what the spell would do on reading the scripture. It was all weird squiggles and it had taken her a long time to read them out loud. And before she knew it, she was here. It was a spell in the restricted section of the grimoire, which further deepened her curiosity. If one asked for her opinion though, the spell should have been a part of the 'Don't Even Bother' section. Maybe then she wouldn't have read it. Maybe.

She sighed and focused her attention back to her surroundings. She smiled and said out loud, "well, at least I'm still in Mystic Falls."

She raced through the forest cover and stopped right at the edge, wondering where she should go. Knowing her aunt would be there, her parent's Mansion was out of option. So that left the Boarding House.

"oh well", she muttered and raced there.

Annabelle stood outside the huge doors and knocked. She knew that thought the house was huge, if someone was in there they'd definitely hear her. Supernatural hearing and all.

She swayed on the heels to and fro, waiting for someone to open the door. She was about to knock again when the door opened and Annabelle stared into the face of the beautiful blonde vampire. Caroline Forbes smiled at her and got surprise when Annabelle squealed suddenly and threw her arms around her. Caroline, not expecting the hug, lost her balance slightly but then perfected herself.

"Mom! I am so glad to see you! I was so scared; I didn't know what the spell would do. I'm really sorry; I promise I'd never ever disobey you or Dad ever again. And of course Aunt Bonnie. And Grandma. And, well, just about anyone who tells me not to do something. I'm so so sorry, Mom!"

Annabelle looked up, breathing a little hard because of exhausting her entire breath in rambling out what she did. Guess it was one more of her similarities with her Mom- her inability to know when to shut up.

Caroline seemed completely baffled, much to her surprise. Her words seemed to have put her in a frozen shock. Annabelle frowned. It wasn't any surprise to her mother that she talked so much. What then?

It was then that she noticed the ones standing behind her mother with equal expressions of slack-jawed shock. Aunt Elena, Uncle Stefan and Uncle Damon- all more or less having the same facial expression.

Annabelle frowned at them all and asked a little self-consciously, "what?"

"did she just call me Mom?", Caroline asked in a whisper after having gotten the control over her speech back. Everyone heard it but none knew what to reply.

A.N. so there you go. The first chapter. I hope you liked it. Reviews are much love. If anyone knows of such a themed Klaroline fic, do let me know.

-KlarolineDreamGirl.