A/N: Hi, all! This will be my first story that I have ever posted. I just wanted to give all of you a background of my story. I'm a Klaroline fan, but I always thought it would be neat if Salvatore's had a younger sister. I really love the Klaus/Rebekah relationship and I think the Salvatore boys would be the same way. Well, I thinking of a love interest for her and I thought that Klaus would be an interesting one. Plus, I just ADORE Joseph Morgan. Basically, I am using the Klaroline story line (hybrid bite, Original Ball, and so forth); however, I'm adding other stuff to it. I thought of doing an entire story, but I'm thinking drabbles of moments between the two that goes along with the ending of Season 2 and all of Season 3 might be better for now.

As for Caroline being a part of the story she may more and likely be, but I'm questioning if I am going to put her with Tyler or not. That is all in the future drabbles and not now, so there you go. So sorry Forewood fans as well. Please give it a chance!

I own nothing affiliated with Vampire Diaries and so forth. I hope you enjoy.

There is a Whole World…

Klaus took in all the changes of the forest surrounding him. It had been many centuries since he had walked the lavish land now known as Mystic Falls. Here it was the year 1863 and so much had evolved in the place that had once been his home when his family had first arrived as humans.

The abundance of trees was still highly populated, but now there was a town with wooden structures in a place where he remembered those many hunting trips with his brothers.

His hand reached to touch a tree and sighed. His purpose for being here was not to reminisce of a time that had been a mixture of happiness and devastation. No, his purpose was simple…to recover the body of his dead mother and reunite it with his now daggered older brother Finn.

He had already been to the place that once was the village that he was raised in along with some compelled humans. He ordered them to dig up his mother's body and put her in the wooden casket that they had brought in on a horse drawn wagon.

While the humans took care of the tedious work, Klaus found himself walking off and reliving many memories of a life that he has tried desperately to forget.

He could hear the taunting of his father's voice as if it were right beside him.

"You are an absolute waste, boy."

"What? No more laughter? It amazes me that you've survived this long!"

"Can you do nothing right? Useless of a boy you are, Niklaus."

Shaking his head angrily, he let out a soft growl. Having been running from his father for nearly 900 years now, the hatred that he still felt for him remained forever strong and would not ever disappear till the man was dead.

He put his feet into motion and headed in the direction of the falls that once served as a bathing place for the villagers. As he neared, he heard the rumblings of the falls and even smelled the water from where he walked along with something else.

A human.

He felt his blood pumping. He could do with a drink. His fangs fell into place as he headed for the open area where he would find the human.

As he reached the break in the trees, his eyes fell upon a young, dark-haired, human girl who was sitting atop a log. Her back was slightly bent and her head was down as she was concentrating on something on her lap.

His eyes devoured her and he slowly went after his prey, but halted when he felt the very loud presence of another human.

"WHERE ARE YOU, GIRL?" a voice shouted from the distance.

The young woman's head jerked up as she let out a gasp and quickly she was to her feet. In her hand was a bound book and she quickly disposed of it in the hollowness of the trunk that she had been sitting.

During this moment of panic, Klaus was able to get a better look of the young woman. He found himself losing his breath at her beauty which rarely ever happened. Truth be told, it hadn't happened since Tatia many centuries ago.

She was exquisite. Perfect features, perfect everything. She looked to be only in her late-teens, but completely a woman in every form of the word.

During his silent observation, he heard her heart beating rapidly and her breathing quicken as she looked in the direction of the approaching footsteps.

What could possibly have this woman so worried?

His question would be answered by the appearance of a man, who had the same build as Mikael which made Klaus' blood boil. He also didn't like how frightened the woman obviously was of him as charged toward her. Her demeanor reminded him of the many encounters with his father.

"What the hell do you think you are doing," the man bellowed. "You were supposed to be back at the house promptly by noon! Missing brunch with Edward Fell is uncalled for young lady! He is to be you fiancée!"

Despite seeming to be terrified of the man, the young woman kept her strong composure, "I don't care if I have missed brunch with that grotesque man! I will not accept his proposal, father!"

Her father's face filled with rage. "You most certainly will, you ungrateful child! With this marriage is a promise of more land to build another mill."

"I don't love him," she pleaded.

"I care not of your affection of him," the man growled dismissively. "Your only purpose, existence is to marry a wealthy landowner."

"Do you really care so little of me," she questioned softly. Her eyes burned with anger as she regained her voice. "I am not some piece of property that you can sell to the highest bidder. I have hopes, I have dreams! You care not of any of these do you, father? If mother were still alive she would never…"

Her words were cut off by the sudden slap from her father. The rough blow sent her to the ground with a yelp.

Watching this all unfold from the tree line, Klaus found himself in a predicament. A part of him wanted to speed over and rip the bastard's head off with no hesitation, but the other part remained frozen in spot. It was almost like he was looking at his own relationship with his own father taking place before his eyes.

"Don't you dare bring your mother into this, you wretched twit." Her father growled and took a heavy step forward causing her to scurry backwards, fearful. "If it weren't for you my beloved wife would be here." He jerked a finger down at her. "You listen to me, girl, you WILL marry Edward Fell am I clear? The faster I am rid of your useless being, the better." His eyes glared down at the young woman, now clutching her reddening cheek. "Mr. Fell will return for supper tonight. You will be in attendance and on your best behavior am I clear?"

Her voice cracked as she answered, "Yes, father."

The woman's father retreated back into the trees in the path he had taken earlier leaving the young woman sniffling in a huddled mess on the damp grass below.

Klaus waited till the father was well out of earshot before deciding to approach the young woman.

His intentions to feed on her and potentially kill her were long gone from his mind. He had a half a mind to track down her father and have him for his meal, but he found himself unable to succumb to the desire to hunt the man down.

Not wanting to startle her, he cleared his throat softly and her body jerked slightly as her head whipped over in his direction.

Her hazel eyes flooded with tears widened and she quickly climbed to her feet and dusted herself off the best she could as she fought to find her voice, "Can…can I help you, sir?"

"I do not mean to disturb you, miss," he said comfortingly. "I heard a lot of shouting from a distance and I came to make sure that everything was all right."

Her head bobbed up and down. "Fine. Everything is perfectly fine, thank you."

That's when he noticed the bright red mark on her delicate right cheek. His jaw clenched. He may be a predator who preyed on young women like herself for blood and admittedly killed a good few in the process, but this angered him.

What little humanity that he still had, and that was a very small bit, he still believed that no man should ever lay a hand on a woman even if she disrespect him or spoke out of turn. Perhaps it had been due to his own feeling of belittlement that he felt from his father.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sweetness of her voice, "Sir, are you all right?"

He blinked and met her hazel eyes now free of tears. She was certainly a beauty. He smiled lightly, "Of course. I apologize. I tend to lose myself in thought from time to time."

"You talk different," she noted them covered her mouth in embarrassment. "I do not mean that in an insulting manner, sir! Truly!"

He chuckled, "It's quite alright, love. I'm not from around here…just passing through really."

"Are you from somewhere in Europe, sir?" Her eyes shone brightly with interest.

"As a matter of fact I am," he answered. "Ever been?"

She frowned and shook her head, turning and walking back over to sit on the log. "No, I've never been anywhere but here."

"Well, I highly recommend it," he said as he joined her on the log.

She turned to face him, "Where in Europe?"

"England."

"Have you been other places? Paris? Rome?"

He nodded with a grin, "Of course. They are very beautiful places to visit." He rather enjoyed the dreamy look that passed over her face as she thought of those places.

"I've always dreamed…" she started then must have remembered that she was in the presence of a stranger. "I'm sorry. You probably have better things to do than talk with the likes of me." She looked away.

"To be perfectly honest, love, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." He was being charming. This was his usual method of reeling in his victims, but with her it seemed more the truth than anything.

Her bright hazel eyes met his again, "What is your name?"

"Nik," he said without thinking. Normally Rebekah would be the only one he'd allow to call him that, but what is the harm? He already had the intention of compelling the girl afterwards. He reached for her hand to kiss her knuckles, "And your name, miss?"

Her cheeks reddened slightly, "Claire."

"Claire," he repeated letting it roll off his tongue. "Beautiful." When she doesn't respond, he apologized. "I'm sorry. Was I too forward by saying so? Are being courted by another?"

"Yes…and no…"

He raised a brow in question.

She chuckled lightly, "Well, I am promised to a man, but it isn't by choice."

"We all have a choice in life, love."

Her eyes lowered, "Not I. I am expected to marry a founder of this town."

"What would you do if you were to not do what is expected of you?"

Her eyes met his fiercely, "I would live. There is so much more that I want to do before I marry. I certainly wouldn't ever settle as a landowner's wife!"

"Then do it, love. Live your life the way that you choose! You have passions, right? Why hold back?"

"I don't have very many passions," she began then stopped and eyed him. Quickly, she turned and bent over to the whole in the trunk where he had seen stash away a bound book. She held the book closed for a moment and glanced back at him hesitantly. "I do have a few. I enjoy the piano and…" She opened the notebook and handed it to him.

Art apparently was her other passion. It was very clear by the looks of this notebook. Her sketches were mostly in charcoal and they were brilliantly done.

"I know I'm not very good, but I'm improving…"

"You have a natural talent…" he commented, his eyes rising.

"My father thinks it's an utterly waste of time so that's why I have to do in secret to appease him."

"You would really enjoy the art in Europe. I think you should say to hell with this life and go and live a much better one."

She chuckled bitterly, "My father would never allow it." Her shoulders lowered and she reached for the bound book.

Klaus's hands stopped her causing her to freeze and stare deeply into his eyes. "Let me let you in on a little secret, love…there's a whole world out there waiting for someone like you, great cities and art and music, genuine beauty. And you can have all of it…all you have to do is want it bad enough."

"I want it more than anything," she admitted shyly.

"Then do it. Make it happen." He encouraged.

She stared at him a few moments and laughed. "It's easy for you to say that. You probably don't have to answer to anyone. You are free to do whatever you please. I can't do that. I don't have the money to just up and leave. My father would disown me. I'd miss my brothers terribly…" She shook her head. "I can't. I just…perhaps one day I will be able to see this world you speak of." Her eyes met his again and they were filled with hope. "Perhaps you can show me this world."

Klaus felt his inside soar at the request. This was a feeling that he never thought he could experience again—the feeling of being wanted. It was also a feeling that scared the living hell out of him. In fact, it caused him to suddenly remember who he actually was.

Standing quickly, he planned for his escape. "Perhaps, but I'm sure the man you are planning to be wed to would be a better match."

She stood at this, "I don't love him. I never will. He's an egotistical, greedy, and loathsome of a man who treats me poorly."

"How poorly," Klaus found himself asking with dark eyes. If it was anything like the way her father treated her then there will be some problems…major problems.

"I will nothing more than a warm body for his bed," she stated firmly. "Isn't that what most men are after?"

"Not all," he disagreed then swallowed. "I'm afraid that I must get back."

Her face fell slightly, "Oh. How unfortunate. I have really enjoyed our conversation."

"As have I," he admitted sincerely.

"Will I be able to see you again?" She questioned with great interest.

"Perhaps one day our paths may cross again." He found himself really hoping that were to be true, but he was never planning on returning. Suddenly the thought of perhaps changing her, making her immortal crossed his mind. It wouldn't be the first time that he had changed someone, but when he thought of her actually being changed into a vampire…it didn't feel right.

He really wanted her to at least remember this conversation between the two of them, but alas he knew what had to be done. "Clara," he began and he took a few steps toward her. He had her eyes locked to his. "I want you to forget that you met me, understand? You will remember the altercation with your father and you were upset and time got away from you." He swallowed. "You will remember my advice and live, do you hear me?"

Her head nodded, "Yes. I hear you."

He smiled sadly, "Live life to the fullest. Don't settle. Be who you were truly meant to be." He cleared his throat. "It was a pleasure meeting you…"

And he was gone, swept away without looking back. It had to be done. With Mikael continuously on his trail…he didn't need this distraction. He didn't deserve it.