So hi everyone! This is a Klaroline fic, and My first fanfiction ever! Reviews would be very much appreciated but be nice please! Set post 4x23. I don't own The Vampire Diaries.

Hiding

CHAPTER 1

Caroline stepped out of the taxi. It was a strange feeling, being in a strange city, not knowing anyone but a serial killer. Even if said serial killer was a friend. Sort of.

She took her few bags out of the boot. Waving off the taxi driver, she took in her surroundings. This was the right street. Earlier she ran into a witch. The witch had said if she wanted to stay in New Orleans she'd have to check in with a guy called Marcel.

"Marcel's the king here. He'll find you if you don't have his permission to be here, and you don't want to get on his bad side." The witch had said almost whispering.

"Look", Caroline answered "I'll find Marcel later, but I'm looking for someone. If you know where he is, I'd appreciate it."

"Who?"

"Niklaus Mikaelson. Tall, blonde hair, British accent?"

The witch nodded. "He's with Marcel actually. Lives in the big house with him. He's one of the inner circle. Here"- The witch wrote down an address.

"Thanks so much!"

The witch grabbed her arm.

"Girl, do you know what you're doing?"

Caroline smiled. "Yeah, I think so. I really think so."

"Then good luck." The witch looked nervously over her shoulder, and then promptly disappeared into the crowds.

Squaring her shoulders, Caroline walked up the steps to the huge oak wood door.

Sitting in the front lounge, surrounded by tens of other vampires was not the way Klaus would have liked to spend his afternoon, but it seemed his only choice. He was mocked for his painting; Marcel's fan club couldn't seem to understand that the original hybrid had a soft spot for art. Another option was checking up on the girl in whelp, but he had designated that job to Elijah. To be perfectly honest he tried to ignore that situation as much as possible. He was still unsure on whether he should have told Caroline or not. But then again, she was probably better off, packing up for college and reconnecting with Tyler. He moodily took a sip from his glass, imagining all the creative ways he could tear him limb from limb.

Hearing the knock on the door, everybody in the room looked up, curious. Nobody ever knocked; everybody who wanted to be here was already invited in. Marcel hadn't mentioned any guest. Marcel actually looked as confused as everyone else. He motioned to one his minions to get the door. Nodding he grabbed a stake and made his way to the front door.

He came back a few minutes later and motioned for Marcel. Annoyed at having to move, he left his chair and followed his minion. Klaus was beginning to lose interest and went back to his decapitating Tyler daydream, when he heard his name mentioned. He looked up at Marcel who had his arms crossed leaning on the doorway.

"Dude, there's some girl asking for you. Says she's a friend."

Klaus rolled his eyes. "I doubt it entirely, what does she look like?"

"Like a freaking Barbie doll in the flesh."

That caught Klaus's interest. "Blonde, blue-eyed, beautiful?" Marcel nodded. Klaus practically leapt out of his chair and into the hallway, and then there she was. His Caroline.