Happy 4th! Here is the next story I promised to get up! I know this chapter isn't very long, but no worries. This is only the introduction! There is a change in this story than previously! (If you noticed from the title!)

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It had started off as an ordinary day for her, as ordinary as it could get for a woman who was a single mother of twins.

The cool brisk fall air surrounded her as she walked down the street to pick up the cheesecake her mother had wanted for some tea party later that afternoon.

Caroline smiled as she thought of her mother nearly in panic mode, running through the kitchen trying to make sure they had everything they needed for the party.

It wasn't supposed to be a big party, but for Elizabeth Forbes, it might as well be. Every party for her was a big thing, and Caroline did her best to oblige her mother, for after her breakup from Alan, she needed a place to stay to raise her ten year old daughters, and her mother welcomed them with open arms.

Caroline rounded the corner, and heard her phone ding for a new message, and she shifted to stand against the wall of the building to do a quick read, and smiled as she saw the message was from her mother.

Make sure it doesn't have any nuts. Velma is allergic.

Caroline chuckled, and nodded as she typed her reply. I'll remember.

She sighed as she placed her phone back in her jacket pocket, and continued her stroll down the street. Her daughters, Lorrie and Leanne, were heading home in a carpool from school, and would be staying with friends until the morning, so that would give her and her mother the house to themselves, for a quiet party.

She lifted her wrist to glance at her watch, and smiled as she realized she needed to hurry to make it to the store in time. Normally, she would take her time down the street, but this was her mother's monthly tea party with some women from the Garden club, and it Elizabeth's time to host the party.

Her mother was worse than her when it was her time to host. Bridezilla didn't stand a chance against Elizabeth Forbes when a party was her responsibility. A trait Caroline wished she didn't inherit.

"Mommy, everything is going to be alright."

She smiled as her daughter's voice came into her head. Lorrie was always the sensible one. The one with wisdom beyond her years, while Leanne was a little more reckless at times, but nothing Caroline couldn't handle.

Her ex-boyfriend, Alan, was a world traveler, a famous photographer for a world renown magazine, and had a few exhibits of his own to brag on. They had been separated for three years, and Caroline still hadn't stepped out into the dating scene.

It wasn't a bad breakup, but it did hurt when he announced he wanted out of the relationship. She saw it coming for months, when he refused to call home when he had to jet off, and when he returned from some exotic place around the world with a trinket for the girls and her, as an apology.

She had been fed up, and so was he. They parted amicably, but the scars of the distance were always there, and when he was home, they were civil in front of the girls, who loved their daddy as much as he loved them.

Her steps slowed as she felt the wind blow around her, and breezed through her coat. "Geez," She muttered, holding the coat closer to her body, hoping against hope that she would make it to the store before she freezes in what was supposed to be a semi-warm day, but for some reason was turning cold.

Her thoughts were deterred when a body nearly slammed into her side. She grunted, and turned to nearly yell at the man, but his free hand lifted, and his blue eyes, (gorgeous blue eyes), gazed into hers.

"I need a favor."

Her eyes shifted from curious to a glare, and rolled her eyes. "Get lost." She stated, attempting to move past him.

He shook his head, and grasped her arm with his hand, causing her to shift her gaze down to his hand, and then back up to his eyes. "This is urgent, please." He begged his voice accented in a tense British tone, and she could tell he was not one to beg. "Please,"

She started to shake her head, but the look on his face said it all. He was scared, and time was ticking. "I can't believe this." She muttered, shaking her head. "What do you need me to do?" She asked, her eyes focused on his, hoping it wasn't something illegal. Mother would love that. She thought sarcastically.

He sighed, and pulled out a small package. "Please go down the street, and turn left at the bakery." He began to instruct her. "There will be a man in a red hat. Give this to him, please." He added, thrusting the package into her hands, and took off down the street.

She opened her mouth to holler at him, but her words failed her. She covered her mouth, trying to hold back the scream, just as he was tackled to the concrete below his feet, and two men proceeded to hit him.

"Oh, my..."

What had she just gotten herself into?

She rounded the corner to drop off the package, but no man in a red hat could be found.

A groaned escaped her mouth as she searched every inch of the area, looking for any sign of a man with a red hat or a red anything.

"What have you done, Caroline?" She asked herself, turning on her heel, and preceded to walk out of the alley, and down the street.

Holding the package close to her body, she walked towards her car.

Completely forgetting the cheesecake along the way.

Never realizing that a pair of feet were sticking out from behind the boxes in the alley. Feet that were not moving.


Please be kind!

This story, though I am excited to write it, went through several changes for me. I couldn't stand the thought of Caroline being with anyone from the TVD verse, except Klaus, so I created Alan. I hope you approve!

The next chapter will be up Friday, or sooner, if the mood suites! I'm hoping to update certain stories on Fridays, and perhaps update on Mondays, if I find time.

Until Next Time...