After writing the "Like Father Like Daughter" I felt really bored actually – It had been so much fun writing it that I wanted to do something like it again. Well this is going to be quite different – with a real plot and all. Slight AU, and I know this start is going to be really unclear and... well as you might call it: boring, but I hope some will find it readable. And as I always point out in the start: English is not my native language, so there will be misspelling. No hate please.

The chapter isn't going to tell much so please try to be satisfied with knowing that everything will be cleared in the later chapters, and there will be blood- no ups, Klaroline I mean. Also this is set the time after Mystic Fall – after the happy ending I'm hoping the show will have.

Klaroline | Mabekah | Kalijah | Our friendly neighborhood Stefan

"Hey now, call it a split because I know that you will
oh you bite your friends like chocolate
You said we go where nobody know
We got guns hidden under our petticoats
and we never gonna quit it
no we're never gonna quit it no "

the 1975 – Chocolate

The music wasn't really that loud. The sweaty smell and the crowd wasn't really that disturbing. Still Caroline made up a forced smile as she shouted through the noise: "I'm not feeling so good – I'll go get a breath of fresh air."

Her boyfriend frowned, "You want me to come with you?"

"No – You stay and enjoy. I'll be right back", she promised, and before he got a chance to answer, she started to make herself a way to the door. God, is the whole Louisiana here? Caroline thought sarcastically as she pushed through the last two people. Luckily the front terrace was almost empty, and Caroline leaned herself to the railing, and she let out a sigh.

Usually she enjoyed parties – especially the ones she arranged herself. What is wrong with me? She moaned in her mind. It wasn't normal for vampires to have head-aches without reasons. Caroline knew a witch could make it happen – and well... hangover. But she didn't know any witches and she hadn't really been able to drink because of the hurry. She had just moved to Liljenhal – New Orleans, with her boyfriend Shawn, and the party going on inside of the house was their housewarming party – which had way more people than Caroline had wished for, and not even close to all the people Shawn had wanted to invite.

Caroline still doubted her head-ache wasn't because of the party. She had just planned her and Shawn's tour around New Orleans, when she suddenly felt like there was something to remember about it, but when she tried to think what it was, the head-ache had started.

She had met Shawn last year when she was visiting Europe, and it's not like you bump into another American vampire everyday somewhere so far away. After they had returned, she had lived with Shawn in his small apartment in New York, but it had soon come too small for them, Shawn said his friend could sell them a house in New Orleans. They took the chance, and here they were. Still Caroline felt like there was something seriously wrong.

"You really know how to throw a party."

Caroline startled, and raised her look to the young woman who had appeared next to her. She looked kind of familiar, but Caroline thought that she must just remind her of some actor, because she couldn't come up with a name to match the face. She was blonde just like Caroline, but she had golden tone in her straight long hair. She spoke with a British accent, and she kinda sounded indifferent.

"Umm... Thanks", Caroline murmured, and she frowned to herself. She was a vampire too – no heart beat. The woman turned to look her from head to toe, "You haven't changed at all", she pointed out but it sounded more like she was talking to herself.

"Do we know each other?" Caroline asked suspiciously, and the woman shook her head.

"No. I don't think so", she replied quickly, "I'm Rebekah."

"Caroline – you live in the neighborhood?" Caroline asked and started rubbing her temples because of the ache the name had caused.. Rebekah raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, instead she answered: "Kind of... Well, not. I came here to avenge – then to save someone I know – and then I'll probably avenge again... Hopefully I'll get things back to the way they were."

Caroline pressed her lips together. Nothing Rebekah said really made sense.

"Wow. I didn't know New Orleans could be that interesting", she said finally, and they both chuckled.

"You'll wish it wouldn't be", Rebekah murmured, and gave a tired look to the dark sky. "But don't worry – I'll make things right."

And after those words she disappeared. Caroline furrowed – maybe Rebekah had just drank a little bit too much. Yeah, that was probably it, she thought, and left back inside.

"So how was your night?" Shawn asked softly as he wrapped his arms around Caroline's shoulders after everyone had gone.

"Busy. You know Cassie tried like three times to drank the blonde chick – what was her name again?"

"Abby?"

"Yeah! Abby. In the end I had to compel her to leave, so we wouldn't have to deal with any corpses."

"I'll have a talk with Cassie", Shawn promised, but Caroline shook her head.

"It doesn't matter anymore – it's not like we're gonna see her anytime soon – doesn't she live like way up in DC?" Caroline asked, and she felt Shawn shrugging. He kissed her hair, and sighted.

"Do you think we made a mistake moving here? I mean – our lifes were in New York."

Your life was in New York, Caroline corrected in her mind.

"No", she replied slowly, "This feels right. New Orleans feels right." And everything she said was true. It really felt right to her. When Shawn had suggested that they'd move there, it had felt like a fire would have lightened again in her. Something told her that she was supposed to be there.

"I know we're gonna be happy here", she murmured – more to herself than to Shawn.

"Speak for yourself. I don't know how I'm suppose to survive without the bagels."

They shared a laugh, and Caroline hit him playfully.

"You and your crazy obsession", she teased, "Is there anything I could do to help your homesickness?"

A grin spread to his lips, and he lifted Caroline onto his lap, "There are few things that come in mind."

We're going to be happy here, Caroline still told herself in the back of her head. Wrong, a voice answered her mockingly, Not with him.