SO I'VE EDITED CHAPTER 1 A BIT. I'M SORRY I'M SO FICKLE.

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II.

So I will follow you wherever you go

If your offered hand is still open to me

Strangers on this road we are on

We are not two we are one

Strangers - Kinks

A dull thrumming noise wakes up Klaus from his sleep. He tries to ignore it, waiting for it to go away but it simply doesn't. He sits bolt upright in his bed and immediately, he notices his digital clock turned off. Odd. Beside it, his damn cellphone is vibrating nonstop.

"Hello?" He answers groggily.

"Nik?" The usual high-strung voice of his sister exclaims from the other end. "Oh, thank God! I heard it's been raining there like mad and I thought something bad has happe—"

"Don't yell, Rebekah." Klaus cuts her off, not really wanting to deal with her rambling. "Everything's fine."

"Then why the bloody hell are you not answering my calls?"

"I was asleep, sister." He says flatly as he tries to switch on his clock. It remains turned off. "What time is it anyway?"

"3 am. Why?"

He looks out through his window. The streets are dark yet he can hear the heavy drops of rain pounding against the pavement. "I think there might have been a blackout."

"Oh," Rebekah murmurs, concerned. "Are you gonna be okay, then?"

"Yeah, yeah. Nothing to be worried about."

"Caroline's not answering her phone either. How is she?"

Oh, right. Klaus thinks. It's not that he has forgotten about her. She's just been pretty scarce for the past few days so they barely see each other.

"She's fine, I guess." He mumbles quietly.

"What do you mean 'I guess'?" She questions.

"Haven't had the chance to check up on her."

"Well then check up on her right now!" His sister demands and he can already imagine the glare she must be giving him. Rolling his eyes, he grabs a shirt on the floor and puts it on, tucking the phone between his head and shoulders, as he grumbles. "Alright, alright."

"Are you sure? I'm not hearing your door ope—"

"I am opening it." He opens and closes the door loud enough for her to hear. "Calm down, will you? It's too early to throw a tantrum."

"Whatever. Just keep an eye on her, okay?"

"Sure." He says in a detached voice and he hears her huff, frustrated.

"I'm serious. Caroline is..." She pauses, obviously trying to find the right word. "Special."

He furrows his brows. "What does that even mean?"

"Just promise me, Niklaus."

Klaus shakes his head, running a hand through his curls. Oh, how he spoils her too much. "I promise."

With that, the siblings have said their goodbyes and he heads for the stairs when he hears a faint humming coming from the kitchen. Curious, he follows the sound, the melody becoming more and more familiar to him and there, he finds Caroline sitting on a high stool, a coffee mug in her hands.

"And here I thought you are a Taylor Swift kind of girl." He says, startling her when he suddenly bends over her shoulder.

She looks up to him, jerking away slightly at his closeness, but smiles. "Every girl is a Taylor Swift kind of girl whether they admit it or not." She mumbles. "But sometimes, I do have a spot for Dave Davies."

He grins. "You sing well, love."

"Thank you." Her cheeks redden. "Can't sleep?"

He nods and pushes himself away to grab his leftover pizza.

"Uhm, there's cereal in the cupboard, if you want." She then tells him and he pauses.

"What?"

"I did a little grocery shopping yesterday. I hope you didn't mind."

"No, it's fine, sweetheart." He says, examining the contents of the cupboard. "I've been living on pizza since Rebekah left. She's always been the shopper."

"I'll do the groceries then."

He smirks. "Oh you are a blessing."

He takes the seat in front of her and notices the newspapers she tries to hide under her forearms, the x's and the circles she has marked on the classified ads. She smiles at him shyly, following his line of sight, and somehow, she seems luminescent against the dark surroundings.

Special. His sister said so endearingly yet he didn't miss the infinitesimal sadness in Rebekah's voice when she talks about her. He wonders then what could be the cause of it for in his eyes, he only sees a girl so young, beautiful and bright. A kind of girl you want to cheer for.

Just then, the light in the room flickers and switches on.

"The power's back." She observes. Her eyes grow teary as they adjust to the brightness and Klaus cannot suppress a chuckle.

She looks at him pointedly. "Not funny."

"Sorry, love." He leans on the table, closer to her. "It's adorable."

She blushes profusely at his comment. She can feel his breath on her skin, making her gulp. "Uhm... Ah!" She exclaims as if she remembers something and moves away from him to stand up. "A 'Katherine Pierce' called yesterday."

Immediately, he frowns.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you." She apologizes, noticing his mood turning sour.

"No, it's fine. What did she say?"

"Nothing." She tells him. "She just told me to tell you not to ignore her."

That incessant woman. Klaus thinks. She really blames him for everything. Why can't she just—

He pauses as he remembers the blonde with him—so charming and full of potential—and a pleasant smirk graces his face.

"Caroline." He calls her.

She's on the way to the stairs but stops when she hears him, her golden curls bouncing on her back. "Yes?"

"You're looking for a job, right?"

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A/N: Unbeta'd. I'm sorry for the shortness but I'm telling you now that most of the chapters will be like this. Just meaningful snatches of their moments together.

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EDIT: Fixed some mistakes sorry