Ok, so I wrote this some time ago so minor details may not make sense. Please let me know whether I should continue in the review section. I know the beginning is rushed, but I was looking for a way to start.

PS. Can anyone tell me how to get those grey lines that rule off a scene? It would be really useful

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Aftermath

Chapter 1

In the year 2027...

Caroline's POV

This is so stupid! I can't believe I have to work in a New Orleans cafe for extra pocket money! Klaus must be here somewhere as well, he became ruler of the French Quarter, didn't he? I wonder if I will see him... However that was the last thing on my mind when I came back here, I was merely passing through. A lot has changed since 2015. The big change though was how quiet and calm it was on the supernatural side of it all, but I guess that's due to the fact that Klaus can be very scary when he wants to be! In fact it was so calm that I wasn't thinking about the problems in New Orleans, so I decided to get I job in a cafe. You would think I would have saved up some money over the last 26 years of vampirism, but sadly not, I arrived here to find my funds very low and what is the fun in coming to a new city when you can't shop?

Anyway, now I have to take the order of the massive biker in the corner! Great!

I put a cheery smile on my face and walked over, "can I get you anything, sir?"

"Well hi sweet pea," the nickname made me nauseous, "can I get two English breakfasts, and two sodas, please?" He handed me the menu.

"Is there someone joining you?"

"No. But you could if you want to?" He gave me what he thought was a seductive smile and I returned it with a bittersweet one.

"I'm fine thanks." With that I walked away and ended up switching my section with a waiter called Adam. Adam pointed out the 2 people who hadn't been served yet, I noticed among them a girl sitting by herself. She looked about 13, wavy, light brown hair, ice blue eyes that contrasted perfectly against her pale complexion, a small cute nose and fairly plump, deep pink lips. She was wearing navy blue skinny jeans, a subtlety patterned dark blue top and a black leather jacket to top it all of. She looked nice, but she definitely had a certain air around her. Yep, she was supernatural alright, but I could decipher what she was exactly. Usually I was really good at this, but the only thing that I could tell was that she wasn't a witch, I think. I was over thinking this, wasn't I? I just have to take her order, simple.

I walked over to her and asked politely, "can I get you anything?"

"Yes I have a diet coke and a chocolate cookie, please." She said with a cheeky little smile and a rich British accent.

"Will that be all? Or is there going to be someone joining you?" I asked, instantly taking a liking to the young girl.

"No that's all, thanks."

After quickly taking the order of and serving the other guy in my section, I went back over with her cookie and diet coke and decided to sit with her so she didn't feel lonely.

"So," I started, "where are you from?"

"Oh, I'm from London, England. What about you?"

"A little town in Virginia called Mystic Falls." I stated with a smile.

"So I have already acknowledged that you are of the... Supernatural kind, so I was just wondering how old you are?" She asked politely nibbling on her cookie.

"Well physically I'm 17 but my actually age it 34. What about you? You seem to be supernatural, but I can't figure out exactly what you are?"

"Well, it uh... complicated." She paused and looked down meaning she obviously didn't like talking about it, so I decided to change the subject.

"So what are doing round here?"

She also seemed to be reluctant to answer this question as well and I instantly felt guilty for prying too much into her personal life. "Uh... family business. What about you?"

"Exploring."

I still found it odd that even at such a young age she was so cautious, or maybe I was just too trusting. I mean, who was I to her? Just a stranger, a waitress in some dumb old cafe. I didn't realize how creepy I must have been coming across as. I guess I was just concerned for this poor little girl who looked so lonely by herself.

"Sorry, I don't mean to be creepy, I was just worried because you looked lonely. I'm Caroline." I held out my hand.

"I'm Hope, and really it's okay, I appreciate your concern." She smiled and shook my outstretched hand.

OK so now I was going to be really nosey, "are you staying or living with family?"

"No, I'm staying in a hotel, by myself."

"ok, so this is going to sound mega creepy, but you could live with me? I swear I'm not a murderer or anything."

After a long moment of contemplating, she finally said, "if you don't mind..."

Hope's POV

An hours car journey later, we were finally at Caroline's apartment. I am not going to lie, it was a pretty big apartment. As you walked there was a very comfortable little tv and seating area to your immediate left, with the colour theme of aqua blue. It had a dark couch with a light chair perpendicular to it, a small rug and a big plasma screen tv. Then just beyond that was a very wide ceiling to floor window, which as we were on the 6th floor, gave a pretty spectacular view over the city. That window area then lead off to a corridor, which I'm assuming lead to the bedrooms. The entire right side of the apartment was taken up by a bright red themed kitchen.

"Wow! This is an amazing apartment, who did you rent this from?" I asked whilst casually looking round.

"It's a friend of friend's old apartment. She moved in with a guy and they are now happily married, so she rents this place out to me." She replied shut the door and taking off her jacket.

"Thank you for letting me stay here, by the way, I really do appreciate it." I said looking up.

"It's really no problem, and I can't believe your mum didn't come out here with you and make sure were okay and stuff..."

I looked down saddened by the thought of my mum, "um... I don't know my mum."

Caroline stiffened, obviously feeling bad for bringing up a sensitive topic, "... I'm sorry I had no idea... what about your dad?"

"That's actually why I'm here..." I said with a quiet voice. I didn't want moving day to be dampened the thought of my family trauma, so I soon straightened out and asked, "so which one is my room?"

I still found it very odd the Caroline was so trusting, even I was taught from a very young age not to trust people you don't know, but she is obviously a very caring person. She has a very maternal-like nature, so I know that not being able to have children of her own must be killing her. She is very good at keeping a very cheery composure though, she always remains happy and optimistic. This is a skill that I don't think I ever could acquire.

Anyway Caroline did show me the bedrooms, her has a yellow theme and is very suiting to her personality. And the spare bedroom, the one I was staying in was a light blue theme room, with a big double bed, the same wide window as the one in the main apartment room and a luxuriously soft carpet.

Caroline's POV

After I had shown Hope to her room, I made some coffee and mentally arranged the conversation I was going to have with her later. I was going to find out everything about my new roommate, except I was going to have to be careful around the topic of family though as that seemed to be particularly sensitive.

I realized how little I knew about her, and it was bugging me. Not that I thought she was a serial killer or anything, I just thought I needed to learn more. Just then Hope walked into the main room.

"Hi, I put all my stuff away. Thank you again."

"Really it no problem," I replied politely, "do you want any coffee... Or tea?"

"I have a cup of a tea, if its no trouble." She said very 'britishly'.

I made and handed her a cup of tea. "So if you wouldn't mind I would quite like to have a talk." I said gesturing towards the seating area. "I thought we could get to know each other a little."

"I understand what you are trying to accomplish, Caroline. I knew this 'talk' would be inevitable." She admitted sipping her tea.

"Okay so you understand that I need to know more about you?" She nodded in response. "Okay so lets talk about your home. Who did you live with?"

"I lived with my uncle, my fathers brother, and his girlfriend as well as my aunt, my father's sister. We lived in the suburbs of London, in a luscious mansion, with fantastic gardens. I was also home-schooled by my uncle, he was quite knowledgable. He would read me all kinds of poetry and made me translate a lot a Latin for my studies."

"So why didn't your uncle come with you?"I asked completely captivated by her past.

"Well that's actually the interesting part," she said humorously and cast her eyes down, "from a very young age I noticed that on the TV there were children that always had a mum and dad, I got curious as to why I did not have them, so I asked. My uncle explained that my mother and father, well... They weren't in such a great place but he promised to let us meet one day. But he kept putting it off and I was beginning to believe that it was never going to happen. After this I took matters into my own hands and flew here on a plane, then when I was here called my uncle and told him of my situation and that I was going to meet my father, he said that it was alright, not that he had much choice, and now here I am a few days later just waiting to build up the courage to do so."

"So your dad is here?" I was quite confused.

"Yes, that is correct, he has been living here for the last 13 years."

"Why wasn't he with you in London?" I asked setting my coffee down. This story was getting more confusing by the second.

"Well, 13 years ago my father moved here as well as my mother, who was pregnant with me. Now, this may sound like a very romantic gesture, but they weren't in love at all. They had a one night stand and meant less than nothing to each, until... She found out she was pregnant. My father was... special and my mother was a werewolf, meaning that certain witches started having visions about me and how I would bring 'death to all witches'... It's all a little too dramatic, if you ask me. Nonetheless they captured my mother to use her and me as leverage against my father."

"Why would they need leverage?"

"Before I was born, the leader of this quarter kept a very strict band on witches doing magic and they wanted my father to help them."

"And did he?" I think this was actually starting to make some sense.

"Yes, it's actually quite complicated but he was friends with the leader and managed to gain power and help them, with the persuasion of my uncle, who was living here at the time."

"Earlier you said that you've been waiting to build up enough courage, why are you so scared to meet him?"

"My father has done some pretty awful things and I'm concerned of what his reaction might be. My uncle told me that he wasn't very open to the idea of a child when he first found out. Then, when he did start to warm up to the idea, everyone assumed that it was because he wanted to use me as a weapon, for his own personal gain."

"Wait so if you your dad knew about you, why didn't he come and find you, even if it was for the wrong reasons?"

"Well, my father was involved in some tricky business, and he didn't want to put me in danger, so he told everyone I was dead, but his sister smuggled me to England to look after me."

"What's your dad's name?" I asked curiously as this was all starting to sound a little too familiar.

"Niklaus... Niklaus Mikaelson."