Hey guys! So here is my first ever fan-fiction. I've been reading from this site for years but have never had the courage to write a story of my own . . . Until now. Eek! I really hope you like it. This is just Introduction to the story – sort of like a prologue. Just to see how its perceived!

Things you need to know:

- This kicks off two years after Katherine died.

- There is no baby, but Hayley is Involved as well as Camille and other Originals characters

- Rebekah is still at home. She never left new Orleans.

Introduction – blonde to blonde

The bar she sat in was cosy, but small. She sat at one of the stools closest to the window, her eyes searching the outside. Her breath catching in her throat whenever she thought she saw him. But of course, none of them were him.

It wasn't that she was looking for him – or so she told herself. She just knew that eventually she would end up bumping into him. New Orleans wasn't exactly the biggest place to avoid people – especially him.

But she had already been here two days and not once had she seen any of his family. She wondered if they had already moved onto somewhere else?

Yet, she remembered how much he would talk about this place; the art, music, culture – he loved it here.

She couldn't imagine him packing up and leaving so soon…

"Hey, what can I get you?"

Caroline looked up to see a blue-eyed, blonde waitress smiling at her – her eyes seemingly bored.

"Just a lemonade, please – thanks."

The blonde nodded and grabbed a glass from behind the counter.

"Lemon?"

She nodded. "Yes please."

She noticed the small, blue name tag on her black blouse. Her name was Camille. A pretty name but old fashioned like her own. She wondered idly if she hated hers too.

"I haven't seen your face around here before," Camille started, making small-talk, "Are you new to town?"

Caroline nodded as she handed her her drink. "Thanks and yes, I'm just visiting. I've been here a few days."

"Visiting friends?"

She shook her head and took a small sip of drink. "No, I just wanted to visit the City."

In the last two years since she last saw him, everything had changed. Elena and Damon were always going away together on exotic holidays, Bonnie was back at Whitmore College and Stefan had moved to Chicago.

Of course, he asked her to go with him, but she knew she had to live out her own dreams and adventures.

At first, that was finishing College with Bonnie. But after her second year she became restless and bored, and realised she could finish her major whenever she wanted too. She literally had a life time.

So that was when she decided to travel.

She could of gone anywhere – literally anywhere, but New Orleans had always intrigued her ever since he had spoke about it.

He literally made it sound so wonderful that she simply couldn't resist buying herself a first class ticket.

But now, here she was, surrounded by art, music, beauty and culture and all she could think about was him – the big-bad, blue-eyed hybrid.

She wondered briefly if he still looked the same, or whether he would think she looked the same too?

Her hair was maybe a bit longer, but nothing to seemingly drastic about her appearance had changed.

But would he be pleased to see her?

Oh, who cares, Caroline! She scolded herself. Why was she even thinking about this?

She tried to focus back on the blonde waitress who seemed to of asked her a question.

"I'm sorry, what?"

Camille smiled, "Are you staying long?"

Caroline hadn't really thought about it really. She was staying in a small hotel a few blocks away which was super cheap. "Maybe a few more days."

"Well I'm sure everyone will remember your face by then. Every one seems to know each other around here," she mumbled, rolling her eyes.

Hm, she wondered if she knew them.. Obviously not personally – he never did hold much value for a human life unless it was to satisfy a particular thirst – but perhaps she knew of his family. They never were the ones to hide out in the shadows. They always had to make themselves known.

"Well, I know a few faces," she admitted, "But none that I particularly want to run into."

Camille folded her arms and cocked her head, "Bad history?"

Ha, you don't know the half of it, she thought.

"You could say that," she nodded.

They both suddenly heard a beeping sound coming from behind the counter. It was Camille's phone.

She grabbed it and her face immediately lit up as she looked the screen. Obviously a guy.

"I'm so sorry about this, but I really need to go – something's come up."

Caroline raised an eyebrow. "You mean a guy?"

Camille seemed surprised by her sudden forwardness. "Um, he's a client, sort of."

"Sort of?"

"I'm a trainee phycologist."

Caroline widened her eyes in surprise. She would never of thought it. "Wow."

"Yeah, so I really need to go, she mumbled, her cheeks still slightly red, "But, uh, hey, maybe you can come back later on? I'd be happy to show you around."

"Really?"

Caroline was flattered. She hardly knew her. But she doubted she would be asking if she knew what she was…

"Yeah, I don't mind. It'll actually give me something to do," she joked.

Caroline smiled sweetly, "Um, okay – yeah. Oh and I'm Caroline by the way."

"Camille. But just call me Cami," she grinned, "Anyway I can meet you back at here at 5?"

Caroline nodded. "Sounds good."

Grabbing her purse and keys from below the counter, Camille quickly shoved on her jacket and came from behind the bar.

"Okay, see you then," she smiled heading towards the door.

"See you," Caroline called on after her.

Yep definitely a guy.

Well that was it! I know it was short. But if I get some good feedback the other chapters will be A LOT longer! So please, let me know what you think. Good and bad feedback is appreciated. I mean, we all have room to improve, right? X