Chapter 2

"Urgh", Caroline groaned when the sunlight directly hit her eyes. Stretching she opened her eyes and realized that she had no damn clue where she was. Orientation less she jumped up from the bed she was laying in and looked around frantically. Where was her stuff? What happened last night?

A stinging headache hit in and she started massaging her scalp. She recognized her reflection in a mirror next to the ginormous bed she apparently slept in.

"What the…." she said when she saw herself. Her hair was a mess, her lips were split and she had a healing five centimetre wound on her cheek.

"Rebekkah doesn´t look very better."

Marcel stood in the door with a tablet full of various bottles in his hand and her luggage next to him.

"What? Rebekkah?" Caroline said full of confusion.

"Feeling a little blue huh? Understandable. I´ve never seen two women go at each other in that intensity my entire life. Headache?"

He walked over and put the tablet on the nightstand.

Smiling he turned to Caroline.

"That didn´t mean that I didn´t enjoyed the fight."

Caroline was finally getting everything together again. The memories kicked back in. She was in New Orleans. The home of none other than Niklaus Mikaelson. Sadly for her Marcel also seemed to remember that.

"So what really happened between you and Klaus? I mean I´ve heard of Mystic Falls and I also heard them drop your name at one point or another, but I had no idea that what happened between you and Klaus was that serious. If Rebekkah can get that angry then it must have been something tragic."

Caroline, very cranky from the headache, snapped back: "Nothing of your concern really. Now if you don´t mind I think I need to go home."

She attempted to grab her luggage, but Marcel was quicker. He rushed to the bags grabbed them and rushed outside the door. Caroline had no choice but to follow him.

Rushing down the stairs in vampire speed and yelling his name, she didn´t even saw Hayley. She ran straight into her.

Hayley still tried to get up, when she already started ranting. "Who are you? What are you doing here? Are you completely insane? I mean…. Caroline."

Now Hayley looked completely perplex.

"Caroline Forbes what are you doing here?"

Caroline smiled uncomfortably, hiding her hands in her sleeves, something she only did when she was nervous.

"Ähh. What am I doing here? Good question Hayley. I don´t know either. I just know that I was very drunk and possibly destroyed a bar in a fight with Rebekkah. My life is a mess and I just want to go home, but that stupid Marcel guy does not want to give me my stuff back."

"Does Klaus know you are here", Hayley asked.

That was enough for Caroline. She shouted a sorry and left Hayley alone, still trying to find Marcel. She eventually found him. He sat in an open place with a lot of sofas, probably the living room, with Rebekkah. Marcel smiled at Caroline cheekily, while Rebekkah looked stone cold, but it gave Caroline satisfaction when she saw the bruises on her shoulder and neck she tried to cover with foundation.

"Ahh Caroline. You finally found me."

"What kind of game are we playing here? Give me my stuff back. I don´t belong here"

Rebekkah stood up.

"I completely agree Caroline. You should leave but not now."

"What?"

"Yes you heard me right Caroline", Rebekkah said, "stay here. I know you don´t want to, but you really have no choice."

Rebekah's posh, cold way of speaking really ticked Caroline off.

But she let her continue talking.

"As of now Marcel does not only have your bags, but also your keys and your car."

"What do you want from me. I thought you hated me Rebekkah. Why can´t I just leave then?"

"Trust me sweetheart. I wanted to get rid of you, but then Marcel reminded me of something. Today is our masquerade ball and you should really come."

"What? No way," Caroline said, getting angry.

"I don´t think you understand me. You can´t leave. We not only took your car and your keys, but also told every other way of transportation to not drive or even move you a centimetre. Vampire style of course. You will attend that ball and then you can go. Do we understand each other?"

A little light bulb went up in Caroline's head and she finally saw through what they wanted to do.

"You want me to meet your brother don´t you?"

Marcel, who was observing the conversation the whole time, stood up too and spoke: „You got it Caroline. Rebekkah here thinks he might still feel something for you in his cold heart. I object though. I don´t think so. You couldn´t really have been that special. I mean I saw him with Camille."

Camille. Who was that? Caroline had never heard of someone called Camille. Was she Klaus's girlfriend?

"Come on", Caroline thought, "stop it! Why do you care? No. No I don´t care. This is stupid. Of course he had other women. He is tall, handsome and British. Caroline don´t be so stupid. What do you thought were you? A special little snowflake. Well news flash Forbes not everybody is a special little precious snowflake. Does he call her love?"

While this inner conversation happened her bottom lip started shaking.

"Of course you don´t know who Camille was Caroline. A very pretty girl. Bartender. Artistic. Blond and actually a lot like you. That's why I think I´m going to win. She is a perfect copy. Caroline, only slightly easier accessible."

Marcel closely looked at Caroline. He had recognized her lips starting to shake. Maybe Rebekkah was right with this girl, but he wanted her to see Klaus to get a better idea of what role she played in the Mikaelsons life. Just the reaction showed him that Klauss and Carolines relationship was much deeper then what both Caroline and Rebekkah claimed it was."

He tuned in again. "So it's settled then. Caroline you will attend the ball. Don´t worry we´ll find a dress for you. Stop arguing! You have no choice. This is going to be an interesting night.

To be continued