Prompt: A Klaroline drabble with Caroline saving Klaus in NOLA after 3 years would be great :)
A/N: This complies with canon from season 5 and the canon of TO (slightly)
Summary:
TVD: Katherine died in 5x11 not 5x16 (Elijah came to see her for real before she did) but Nadia didn't die in 5x15. Nadia finds Caroline to try to persuade her to help her bring Katherine back to life. Caroline initially refuses but Nadia kidnaps and threatens Matt so Caroline complies. Katherine is resurrected and decides to leave Mystic Falls and disappear while Klaus still thinks she's dead. Caroline's mother dies in season 5 instead of season 6. She leaves MF with her humanity off but eventually turns it on and decides to find Klaus and take him up on his offer, except when she arrives in NOLA he's nowhere to be found.
TO: Hayley journeys to New Orleans in 4x20 to find her real family. She ends up meeting Jackson by coincidence they have a brief tryst and she falls pregnant. However, the witches of the Quarter find out about Hayley's connection Klaus and convince her to tell Klaus the baby is his in order to stage their plans to lure Klaus back to New Orleans; to have him kill Marcel. The plan fails, Klaus kills the witches and most of Jackson's pack in retaliation, but Hayley and Jackson manage to flee New Orleans. Most of the other events of TO, non-baby related, do occur including Freya's arrival. Davina brought back Kol at the end of Season 2 not 3. The prophecy plotline happens but Aurora and Tristan are the only big-bads and Lucien is still team Mikaelson.
Phew, I think that's everything. On with the story.
"Perhaps one day, in a year or even a century you'll show up at my door and let me show you what the world has to offer."
Those words turned back and forth in Caroline's head as she drove her ford fiesta through the rain. As she passed the sign notifying her that she was entering New Orleans she mulled over all the various decisions that had brought her here.
Her mother's death had been devastating. The worst part was the shock. Being a vampire had changed her perspective on mortality. Since she no longer feared death, she no longer worried about it. She had gotten into this false sense of security that made her believe that her friends and loved ones would be around as long as she would.
That is, forever.
Okay, so at the back of her mind she always knew Liz Forbes would have to die at some point; she just assumed she'd be very old and very grey, maybe in her nineties still clutching her shotgun.
The grief was so bad, so unbelievably unbearable, she'd decided to turn off her humanity. Caroline had rationally explained her plan to her friends and honestly, she couldn't say whether she was more hurt or pissed off at their reaction.
She wasn't a child. She had way more control over her vampirism than anybody she knew. It wasn't like one day she decided to flip it off and go crazy. No that would be stupid. It was like her friends didn't know her at all. She was Caroline, Caroline - meticulously plans everything to the last letter - Forbes.
She had planned how she was going to turn off her humanity and exactly when she would turn it back on again. In a year. That was all she needed. In that time, she wouldn't slaughter any innocents or do anything dangerous or crazy. Just drink excessively and party wildly in every state in America.
But apparently it wasn't good enough for her friends to just trust her. So she'd resorted to threatening them. It hadn't given her any pleasure but taking control of her own life for once certainly had.
In her year off, Caroline hit a couple of destinations. It was a lot of fun, seeing as though she'd never really been anywhere before. For a short period of time, she'd considered keeping her humanity off for slightly longer but it had been unexpectedly triggered and all her emotions had come flooding back.
Although she had a couple of tiny regrets (no humanity Caroline made some pretty trashy decisions when drunk) she was proud to say that she had managed to keep relatively in control of herself, minus her humanity.
It had hurt like a bitch when the realisation that her mother was dead hit her but in comparison to how she'd felt post funeral, the pain wasn't nearly as bad and for that she was grateful.
Caroline considered returning home to Mystic Falls, but all she could picture was Damon's snarky comments; Elena's big brown judgy eyes glaring at her and not to mention Stefan's trademark look of disappointment.
No, thank you.
It seemed almost wrong going back to that small, one horse town when there was so much of the world - so much of America - she hadn't seen yet.
"Small town boy, small town life; it won't be enough for you."
Words couldn't describe how much she hated a certain someone for being right about that. But here she was, cruising into Klaus Mikaelson's city to see whether his offer to see the world was legitimate or just sweet nothings said in the spur of the moment.
She hoped she wouldn't end up regretting it.
Strolling through The Quarter Caroline soon realised the tragic flaw in her plan. She'd walked into a strange city looking for someone and she realised had no idea where the hell he lived or where to look for him.
So the obvious solution appeared to be asking around to see if anyone had seen him. It was Klaus, she doubted that there was a person around that hadn't heard of him.
Unfortunately, for her when she made her enquiries no one seemed to have any idea of who she was referring to and those who did appear to know something, remained infuriatingly tight-lipped when Caroline pressed them further. It all seemed a bit strange, but she decided that Klaus had probably administered his usual scare tactics and everyone was just so frightened and were frightened to speak out of turn.
So she decided to make the most of her stay and explore the local market instead.
There were lots of unusual items on display and not just the usual type of stuff you'd find in hippie markets, like dream catchers and wind chimes.
Bonnie mentioned once that in places with a large witch population it was common to find special items to buy to assist in the practice of witchcraft.
Bonnie.
That was one of the unfortunate side effects of having her emotions back on. She was starting to severely miss her friends.
In order to cheer herself up, she decided to purchase a bracelet she spotted on one of the stalls and give it to Bonnie the next time she saw her.
"'Scuse me, miss? How much for this Bracelet?" Caroline asked, addressing an elderly lady sitting behind the table.
Instead of answering her the woman gave her a hard stare.
They spoke English in New Orleans, right?
"Uh, hi. Sorry, I was asking about this bracelet," Caroline tried again.
The woman's face remained blank and she folded her arms over her chest in (delete) defensively.
"Alright fine, then I suppose I'll just take my money elsewhere," Caroline huffed, indignantly.
The look on the woman's face said, "you do that." Although offended, Caroline raised her chin in the air defiantly then kept moving through the marketplace.
She didn't notice it at first but eventually Caroline realized that the eyes of every market vendor and some of the patrons appeared to be trained on her.
As she kept on the staring only seemed to get worse. Beginning to feel slightly nervous Caroline quickened her pace. When the crowd of witches began to swarm, Caroline quickly vamp sped out of the area.
Only to be faced with a dead end.
As she turned around she was suddenly surrounded by a group of less than pleased looking witches.
"Who are you?" One of them demanded. "State your business in New Orleans."
Caroline frowned.
"My business?"
"Yes," came a voice from somewhere in the back of the crowd. "Please excuse the ambush but my friends here get a little agitated when a new and mysterious vampires come into town."
The person speaking was a short black man, his hair was cropped into a Mohican style and he wore a brown leather jacket.
"Especially," he continued, "when they start going around asking so many questions."
Caroline cocked her head slightly in confusion.
"I was just-"
"-Especially," he interrupted. "When those questions are concerning a certain hybrid,"
"Wh- who Klaus? Do you know him? Or maybe where I could find him?"
"That's it, I say we kill her," was the demand of the tall blonde witch that had spoken to Caroline first.
There were murmurs of agreement amongst the group. As the witches began to advance toward her Caroline bared her fangs at them, the veins beneath her eyes becoming prominent.
"No! Absolutely not, they'll be no bloodshed around here, not on my watch," the man barked at the crowd in a panicked tone. "We don't need that kind of attention drawn over here. Or have you forgotten now is the first time in a while we've had some semblance of peace?" He asked the agitated crowd.
"Yeah exactly and how much more 'blissful' peace do you think we'll get to enjoy, if 'you know who' thinks that she's from the other sire line and that there are more like her coming?" The tall witch countered, scowling in the man's direction.
Caroline felt irritated as they spoke about her as if she wasn't there but equally her curiosity was piqued wondering just what and who the witches were currently discussing.
Who exactly was 'you know who?' Also the man before her still hadn't given any indication as to whether or not he knew Klaus or his whereabouts.
"Her presence here could literally start a war between the vampires and then who knows how many of us will end up dead because of it," the blonde witch, continued.
As she spoke she shot Caroline an accusatory glare and Caroline, unwilling to be intimidated, stared back defiantly.
"Now you know I will not let that happen. But attempting to kill this woman without just cause is not our best course of action. If anything it may just trigger the events you just described."
The man's response caused disgruntled murmuring amongst the group and Caroline began to grow anxious once more.
"Enough!" he ordered, raising his hand as if to signal the end of the dispute.
"I am this city's regent, entrusted with your care and I intend to carry out my duties. Now, go about your business, I will deal with her and make sure there are no nasty consequences," he stated.
With a dismissive nod of his head, the man watched as the crowd of witches slowly and reluctantly dispersed. Once they had all left he turned and gave Caroline an apologetic smile.
"Please forgive my friends. They can be a little overzealous. These are contentious times here in the Quarter and I fear your presence might have spooked them," he explained.
"Okay I have no idea what's going on around here but I'm just a tourist here to do some shopping, so..." Caroline said, crossing her arms impatiently.
"That might be. However, I've got to ask. What sire line do you come from?" He asked, giving her a probing look.
"I have no idea. I was turned six years ago by some asshole vampire who used to abuse me. Why is that even important and who exactly are you?" Caroline demanded.
The man smiled.
"I'm sorry. You're right, how rude of me to not even introduce myself. My name is Vincent Griffith and as I said I'm the reigning regent of the New Orleans coven of witches. Now I promise, all will be explained and I'll let you be on your way. But as you just saw, this city's filled with a lot of uneasy people, namely witches, who would love to see you meet your demise simply for being yet another vampire currently populating this city and putting all of our lives in danger," Vincent supplied.
"I don't understand? Why? What's so awful about me being here?" Caroline implored.
"Let me make it simple for you. You're clearly in more danger here than you realise and right now, your best bet of staying alive... is coming with me."
A/N: So I left a little thank you note to all my reviewers, especially my guest reviewers whom I cannot directly reply to, in the reviews page so you can read it there and hopefully I've answered some of your questions/suggestions. This fic is kind of a backdoor pilot that I slipped into this series. It was originally a drabble prompt from an anon on tumblr but I had too many ideas for it so now it will be its own story with several parts. So be sure to follow the story to know when part two is up. Also I will be updating my Kennett, Kalijah and Frucien drabble collections too, so stay tuned.
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