Okay guys, here's the first real chapter. There's not any Klaroline interaction yet because I am trying to build the story into more than just a romance/sex fic. It WILL be that I promise, but I want something interesting and I really want some backround. So please read, review and enjoy!

Downtown

"Elena!" Caroline screamed. "Could you please hurry up and bring me the red dress that's on my bed?" She was never this late. It was almost 8 p.m. and she was not even close to being ready. It was a typical Saturday in New Orleans and Caroline did not want to disappoint her father by being late. Not that he would leave without her, she was his only daughter.

Tonight he was celebrating some sort of victory. She didn't know much, but it had something to do with the Mikaelson family. Their families haven't got along since she could remember and learned at a young age that what her father did for a living, constantly kept her and her family on edge. Caroline couldn't go anywhere without someone watching over her. She sighed because it was just something that she was used to. She was thankful she had a cousin that was her age. Her father would have never allowed any outsiders to be around Caroline the way Elena was. They did almost everything together, not that she had much choice.

"Do you think wearing black makes me look like I've just attended a funeral?" Elena twirled around as the beads of her flapper moved in sync. "I think it looks fantastic, Elena." It was the truth. Elena was beautiful. It was not that Caroline wasn't a sight for sore eyes, but next to Elena she felt like the ugly stepsister. Caroline pulled out some white pearls and handed them to Elena. "Now you will look perfect." She smiled.

The sound of her father's voice rang out just as both Elena and Caroline walked downstairs. "It's about time!" Bill said. "You're almost as bad as your mother," She laughed at that one. "Where is mother anyway father?"

He rolled his eyes giving her a knowing look. Her father didn't want her mother come, but her mother probably wouldn't want to come either. She hated speakeasies. Her mother hated it even more that her father was taking her there tonight. Like any woman her mother knew her place and knew when to keep her mouth shut. Her father wasn't just an ordinary man. No one ever crossed a Forbes.

"Do you have any idea how incredibly stupid you sound Kol?" Mikael rolled his eyes at his son. "And you wonder why I never let you come to these meetings." Klaus twirled a pen in his fingers, yawning. It was already dark out and this "family meeting" should have been over twenty minutes ago.

"Hear me out." Kol pleaded. "I think our family and the Forbes should come together. There's no reason for us to even spat anymore and you all know that the Lockwood's have multiplied their forces within the past six months. Father we need a union."

Mikael was a stubborn man. You either did it his way or no way at all. But after his recent business dispute with Bill Forbes he couldn't afford another loss against him. "Then what do you suggest Kol? Please enlighten us." Kol smirked and Klaus sighed knowing that something incredibly stupid was about to come out of his mouth. "A marriage between his daughter Caroline and one of us." Mikael's face tensed like he was about to scream at Kol again.

"I think it sounds like a great idea," Elijah piped it. "It will never work," Klaus said. "How the bloody hell would you get Bill Forbes in a room to speak about this let alone get him to agree to marry off his only daughter?" Klaus tired and really wasn't in the mood for one of Kol's stupid schemes. This is exactly why he was never invited to the meetings. His father's words echoed in the back of his mind.

"Well, I suppose it's worth a shot" Mikael said almost defeated. This wasn't like him, but he was running out of options and was willing to try anything at this point. He pondered how he could make this work and came up with an idea. "The only way we could speak to them is through the Salvatore's."

Everyone nodded. The Salvatore's. They were another clan of mobsters, but were better known for keeping the peace than disturbing it. No one had a clue how they remained neutral with the Forbes as well as Klaus's family.

Klaus left the meeting a little after 9:30 that night and got into his car. "Take me downtown," he said to his driver. He needed to find Stefan. He was the only person outside of his family that he trusted. Everyone else meant nothing. Klaus figured if he spoke to Stefan before his father did he could somehow talk him out of speaking to the Forbes about this ridiculous idea. He wanted nothing to do with that foul family or his fucking daughter.

The lights of downtown New Orleans caught his eye as he looked out the window. He heard the cheers and screams of 20 something girls as they drank and partied on the streets. Reckless he smiled. That's how he liked them and perhaps after he spoke to Stefan tonight, they could go out for a drink or two and pick up some women.

Stefan Salvatore lived in a lush apartment next to all the best speakeasies in New Orleans. Walking up the stairs he could already smell the smoke and booze coming from Stefan and his brother Damon's apartment. He walked right in the front door not caring to knock.

"Am I interrupting something?" Klaus smirked at the scene before him. Damon was clearly fucking a girl openly on the couch, but Klaus didn't care. He needed to find Stefan. Damon pushed the half-naked red-head off of him. Damon zipped up his pants and the girl he was with didn't even try to cover up moved away from Damon and sat back on the couch. "By all means, don't stop on my account." Damon shrugged not really caring if Klaus interrupted him or not. The girl wasn't good anyway. "You kind of already ruined it. Haven't you ever knocked before?"

Klaus laughed. "I'm not known for my manners. Now if you excuse me Damon, I'm looking for your brother. Do you know where I could find him?" Klaus got straight to the point. "Funny you should ask. He's actually with Bill Forbes down the street. I believe they're celebrating a certain victory over some business ordeal. I wouldn't go down there if I were you though, you wouldn't exactly be welcome."

Klaus didn't hesitate to throw Damon against the wall. Klaus couldn't help it. When he got mad, there was no telling what he could do. "Don't ruin the alliance you have with our family just because you don't know how to keep your mouth shut Salvatore."

He reached in his pocket and pulled out his gun. "I could kill you right now if I wanted, but I'll spare your pathetic life for your brother's sake." He backed away from Damon and walked toward the couch and picked up the red-head by her hair and held the gun to her head. "Let this be a reminder not to fuck with me Damon."

"This would be more fun if I could actually dance" Caroline screamed over the sounds of music playing. Stefan smiled at her taking another drink of his bourbon admiring the amount of people who showed up to this unofficial event. Stefan leaned in and whispered in Caroline's ear. "You should try to come out one night without supervision – you know when your father doesn't have twenty men guarding a building." Stefan was a great friend to her and to her family. Even though he did have an alliance with the Mikaelson family.

She would have to take him up on his offer and soon. She was 22 years old and hasn't done as much as leave the house to do anything fun. She was always being watched. "I'll go with you as long as I can bring my cousin with me. Her name is Elena. I think you'll really like her" Caroline smiled. Stefan looked over towards some of her father's associates. "I'll be right back Caroline, I think they wish to speak to me" Stefan walked over to them and they greeted him with open arms. They were clearly talking business. When weren't they he thought to himself.

"How did you get this information boy?" One of them said to the other. "Apparently, Kol was speaking about it at one of their private meetings." Stefan was never really interested in their rivalry affairs. He stood there and listened until her heard the boy drop the names Klaus and Damon in the same sentence. He scolded himself for not paying attention to the conversation. Those two fucking hated each other and if one of them did something stupid he hoped that they were working together and not against each other on it.

Stefan stepped into the circle of men and grabbed the boy by the shirt. "What did you say?" Stefan demanded. The boy looked terrified. "Klaus killed y- yo- your brothers friend" Stefan let him go. Damon didn't have friends. Not any that wasn't associated with him anyway and Stefan knew that Damon wasn't doing anything special tonight anyway. "It was a woman" he added. "She had red hair. Klaus murdered her my dad said. We live only down the street but I heard the gun all the way from my house."

He let the boy go and walked away. He would find out later what happened. It couldn't have been that serious because he would have got word from some of his men that something was going on.

Stefan went straight home and got the run down from his brother. All this controversy was because Klaus couldn't find him. "I don't know Stefan he wanted to talk about something important and I simply told him where you were – then he decided to shoot my friend." Damon elaborated using gestures.

He wasn't phased over his fuck buddies death. He was acting like an ass and being over dramatic for no reason. "Do you know where he went?" Stefan asked. "Probably back home or to a bar down the street. Why don't we see what Mr. Mikaelson is up to tonight?" Damon smirked clearly having a change of heart about "not doing anything" tonight.

They both left the apartment and ventured down the street walking into every place they could to find him. What could be so important? Stefan thought.

There's the end of chapter 1. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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