To the guests and somesuch who came to this fanfic expecting Klaus and Caroline to automatically hit it off and ride into the sunset while Julie's off playing dolls with Klaus and Cami, might I remind you to keep your patience. And thank you for your hate, which I'm not sure how it actually stayed since this site's got a policy against that I thought. Thank you for coming to the fanfic and taking the time to read.

And if you can't wait until the last letter of this story, you are not my kind of Klaroliner. Good day.

She didn't know how she got here; hands on the wheel, driving on a road she knew too well from just staring at it for months on end. But she knew the destination at the end of that road, and what she was leaving behind.

She was going to see Klaus. She was leaving Stefan.

So much for Stefan being her soulmate, her last love. She should've kept those terms connected to the one person who deserved them, despite every cell in her body protesting it.

Being pregnant didn't help this situation any, and of course Stefan would try to persuade her this was the 'hormones' talking. Did pregnant vampires get pregnancy hormones?

She turned onto another road and stopped.

She just needed a breather before affirming in her mind what she already knew she had to do.

Find a way to speed up this pregnancy, give the twins to her ex-teacher, and get the hell out of the town she used to call home.

Bonnie hadn't been the surrogate, and she was human, how did this make any sense?

Stefan did not react the way he was freaking well supposed to. He was the calm-minded one, he shouldn't have skipped out, he should've stayed there with her while he collected his thoughts. No matter what he'd say afterward.

Damon was busy helping everyone else; Elena wouldn't believe this when she wrote it all down. Especially how putting the twin babies in her womb was possible. But then, maybe Elena would've thought it was good news. She'd always wanted a family.

Enzo had kidnapped her so she could be tortured by Lily and her 'family'.

No one was going to help her.

Caroline pulled onto the road again and drove. No other cars were around, it was dark and her headlights were basically the only things lighting the way.

She'd snapped Stefan's neck. She didn't tell him what she was going to do but maybe he would figure it out after he woke up.

The road ended at a stop sign, and she could go left, make a circle and get back to Mystic Falls, deal with this nightmare head-on, or she could go right. Go to New Orleans. Find Klaus. He'd help her with anything. Maybe she'd stay.

Oh who was she kidding of course she was going to stay.

Caroline pressed the gas hard and turned right, revving the engine to go double the speed limit. She felt like she was flying to him, as silly as that sounded. But she wanted this now. When the twins were out of her womb, when she gave them to Alaric to raise, when she broke up with Stefan; although, this new move of hers, did she really have to say it? She'd stay in New Orleans this time. Everyone, had failed her. Everyone. And now she didn't have a reason to keep their faith in her. She'd put herself first and stay in New Orleans.

That is, if he still wanted her.

Having gotten to New Orleans, she started finding a place to park. Which was about as impossible as giving into the voice saying 'go ahead, run him over. Either heal him or hide him.'

Although, the one dancing in the middle of the street with the fuzzy umbrella, not caring about her horn honking, she was pretty close to running him over. That was until she saw someone out of the corner of her eye. The blue eyes, the full lips. Hands behind his back. She stopped completely and just stared at him, until he closed his eyes and turned into a bar. She looked at the bars' title and found a place to park, finally having to compel someone else to move their car.

She walked alongside the parade until she could cut across, and then walked a block back to the bar. She turned into the building and looked around. But she didn't see him.

"Hi." A female voice greeted. She turned to the woman and saw blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, a pretty shirt she wished she'd found herself, and a take-no-crap attitude written all over her face. Caroline smiled back at her.

"Hi." She replied.

"Can I get you anything?" The woman asked. Caroline steadied her eyes on the bartender.

"No, not a drink thanks. It's hard to explain why, but it doesn't matter." She walked closer to her and locked on her eyes. "I saw Klaus Mikaelson walk in here. Where did he go?" Caroline asked.

"You know you could've just asked me. You would've gotten the same answer." The bartender replied nonchalantly. Caroline blinked.

"You're on vervain?" She asked.

"You're a vampire." The bartender replied in the same manner. She looked down at Caroline's stomach and back up at her. "A vampire that's pregnant. Now that's something I thought I'd never see." The woman said. Caroline looked down at her stomach and looked away in scared annoyance. She didn't realize she was starting to show yet. "When are you due?" The woman asked.

"I don't know. But please don't share this with anyone. I'm seriously, trying to get rid of this thing, so."

"You're getting an abortion?" The bartender asked.

"No. But it's complicated. Now could you please just tell me, where Klaus is?" Caroline asked. The bartender considered her and looked down at her stomach again.

"One more question. Is it his?" The woman asked. Caroline stared at her.

"What? No, it's not his. Why would you care, anyway? Do you know anything about him?" Caroline asked in reply.

"I know he's a hybrid; both werewolf and vampire. I know how old he is. I know more things about him than you probably do." The bartender replied. Caroline felt her heart being squeezed painfully. "And I care, because he's my friend, miss. Would hate for an ex to show up on his doorstep and he'd have to go through this ordeal all over again without being a little bit prepared." The woman said. Caroline stared at her.

"Wait, what do you mean, again?"

"She means," A british accent drifting towards her, coming from behind the bar "that this is a truly, odd occurrence." Klaus's blue eyes locked with hers and she knew her guard dropped right then and there. By what was probably on her face, she knew the bartender would be able to see what Klaus meant to her.

"Klaus." She breathed. Klaus smiled in return, happiness glinting in his eye.

"Hello, Caroline." He replied. He turned to the bartender and so did she; but what she'd expected to see on the woman's face; compliance, servitude, etc, wasn't there. In fact, the bartender was looking at him in exactly the same way she just was.

"We'll step outside for a minute, alright love?" Klaus asked. The bartender nodded and Klaus walked around the bar, holding out a hand for Caroline. She just stared at him and hopped off the barstool she'd been seated on by herself. She walked out casually and he followed her, the door closing behind them. Caroline whirled around to look at Klaus.

"What was that back there?" She demanded. Klaus opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself, but pulled himself back up and guided her into the alley next to the bar, her back resting against the bricks. He stood between the other wall and her, his eyes darkened in the night.

"Her name is Camille. We have, a bit of history." Klaus replied. Caroline screwed up her face.

"What, you mean she's a vampire?" She asked. Klaus shook his head. "Then how could you two have history, she's barely old enough for you to have a history with her."

"I don't just converse with vampires and werewolves, love, I have been known to interact with humans."

"Yeah, to manipulate them and then turn them after if not just kill them." Caroline snapped.

"Caroline–"

"I saw, how she looked at you, Klaus. She's not just some human. Is she your new girlfriend or something?" She asked. Klaus held her eyes.

"Something like that." He replied honestly. She felt rage bubble inside her and she slapped him, hard. When his eyes went back to hers, she shook her head and left the alley, going back to her car.

"Where are you going, Caroline." Klaus asked, already following her

"Oh, it's not like you care. I guess 'however long it takes' is just one of your damn pickup lines." She replied, whirling around to spit the words in his face. He stopped suddenly and backed up slightly. Caroline huffed and shook her head again, marching towards her car.

"Caroline, you wanted to find me for a reason." Klaus said and gripped her wrist as he caught up with her. When she turned around he let go. "Why did you come, love? Did you need my help?" He asked

"You already know why I came. But you're too busy with your human girl, why should I stay here any longer than I already have?" She replied.

"Because even if you're angry with me love, you still seem like you need help." Klaus replied. "Now I have a sister, who's a very powerful witch. Whatever has happened to you, she'll riddle it out and help you take care of it however you want to. But you have to come with me in order to do so." He told her.

"I already had a witch check me out, I know what the problem is." She replied.

"Well, as much as I trust your word, I would like to get a second opinion." Klaus said. Caroline looked at him hard and crossed her arms.

"When you're done with your charity work, are you just going to go back to your bartender?" She snapped. Klaus's stare turned sympathetic.

"We can talk about that later, love. Right now we'll go see about the twin hearts I'm hearing." He replied. Caroline blinked.

"You can hear how many there are?" She replied.

"I'm a thousand years old, love. My hearing got better over the centuries." He replied and offered her his arm. She took it after a minute and they traveled across the street, walking to his home.