"Klaus, this isn't a good idea. What if we get caught?" Caroline followed after the Original Hybrid, her shoes scuffling against the tile. Ahead of her, Klaus pulled the gymnasium doors open and grinned.

"First off," he said, leading her further into the dimly lit room, "We're vampires so getting caught isn't that much of a concern. Secondly, I thought pranks were part of the senior year?"

"They are," she huffed, "But you kind of ruined Senior Prank Day." Klaus rounded on her and for a second she thought how stupid she had been to willingly follow a psychopathic mass murderer into a deserted high school. Worse, she hadn't told anyone where she was going, so he could easily kill her now and dispose of the body.

"Precisely," he whispered, hand darting out to the light switches, "Which is why I'm making it up to you." He flipped the lights on and Caroline winced as her sensitive eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. When she looked around, the gymnasium floor was covered in red plastic cups all intricately arranged to form a pattern she couldn't discern from where she stood.

"Would you like to see what I designed for you?" He asked, holding out his hand. She took it and did her best to keep up with him as they raced to the top of the bleachers. When at last she looked down and took in the design, she couldn't help but smile.

"You made a flower," she said, eyes tracing the curves and lines of the red plastic cups that were so small from where she stood.

"A xeranthemum to be precise," he said, "It's the flower of eternity. Immortality. Like us." Her hand tightened around his as the reality of her foreverness came crashing down on her again. To think she could go to high school a hundred times like the Cullens. To think she'd have a hundred Senior Prank Days where her pranks would be the best because they would be cultivated overtime. To think she would be seventeen forever while her friends and family grew old and died. To think she would someday be alone.

"Now I thought we could fill them," Klaus said, squeezing her hand and pulling her from her thoughts, "I have water, chocolate, and confetti." She stared at him, brow perfectly arched as he listed off a peculiar list. He merely shrugged, having intended his awkward list to break her out of any melancholy that might arise. Once again, he had been right.

"Confetti," she said, "When people talk about the prank Caroline Forbes pulled, I want them to remember it as a happy one." He grinned.

"Confetti it is."

The janitor at Mystic Falls High wasn't too pleased to find the gymnasium floor littered with red cups filled with confetti. Word got around quickly though and a rush of students filled the gym as they began what would later be known as the Confetti War.

It was the only Confetti War the school would ever have. Because the girl who filled cups with confetti would never come back.