Caroline flopped her body onto Elena's bed, burying her face in a pillow.
"This is torture," Caroline said, her voice muffled. She removed her face from the pillow and pushed herself upright so she could stare at her two friends who were closely examining a bag full of nail polish.
"How long has it been?" Elena mumbled, not taking her eyes from the light blue bottle she had in her hand.
"A century," Caroline replied pushing her hair back.
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "It's been three days," she said shooting Caroline a look.
"Same thing," Caroline mumbled, watching Elena pick out a deep red bottle from the batch and shake it. "How long does this thing take anyways?" Caroline whined.
"Caroline," Bonnie sighed looking at her friend. "It'll happen when it happens, but for now can we please just paint our nails and listen to Taylor Swift on repeat?"
Caroline looked up at Bonnie's smiling face, then looked at Elena who was shaking her head and laughing.
"It's just, I'm paranoid all the time. I've even taken up wearing my bathing suit in the shower." She said, her arms flailing, which was how she got when she was about to have a break down.
Elena walked over to her blonde friend, and sat down next to her on the bed. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" Elena asked, worried.
"I've already considered reversing it, until I realized that it was irreversible." Bonnie said, sitting down on the other side of Caroline. "Maybe it won't even work."
"Guys, I'm fine," Caroline said taking a deep breath. "It's just, not every day a girl gets to go back in time, without knowing how long she's going to be there, looking for information that could be incredibly hard to find."
"We know," Bonnie said, linking her arm with Caroline's. All three of them shared a look. "By the way, when you're there, make sure you don't lose your daylight ring." Bonnie said and she stood up, grabbing a pink from the pile of colors.
"Why?" Caroline said, concerned.
"Because if you don't have it on when it's time for you to come back, you could be stuck there." Bonnie said, grimacing. Caroline looked like she was about to cry. "I was reading more about it last night; when I did the spell I did the portal through your ring, it's just a precaution, nothing serious."
"Nothing serious?" Caroline said, standing up and pacing the room. "Bonnie! I could be stuck in the freaking 1800's! Or worse, the 1960's…" She was completely horrified; she walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet, splashing her face with water.
"Caroline," Elena said smiling at her friend. "I believe in you."
"Gee thanks, that makes me feel so much better." Caroline said rolling her eyes, the girls burst into a fit of laughter.
"Oh, also, there's another thing," Bonnie started to say in between laughs, but then something weird happened, her voice began to fade. "It's very important that you-" Then it was gone, it was as if she suddenly stopped in the middle of her sentence. Caroline frowned at her reflection in the mirror.
"What-" Caroline began to say but as soon as she turned her head to look at her friends, she realized they weren't there. Elena's bed was gone, in its place was a wooden desk with a lamp on it, and papers scattered along the top.
Caroline stood up straight, and turned her head back to the mirror, but it was gone, instead she was staring at a wooden wall. She ran her fingers over the place where Elena's bathroom mirror had been located; the touch was real, she felt the splinters enter her skin and then fall from it.
"It worked," Caroline whispered, stepping away from the wall and entered the small office that had been Elena's room.
She heard screaming coming from below the house, it wasn't a scream of someone in pain, but a scream of pleasure. Caroline frowned walking toward the closed door to the left of her. When she opened it, the first thing she noticed was the detailed décor that surrounded her. Paintings hung from the walls of the small house, for a moment she had forgotten her mission, had forgotten she was in a strange place, and only focused on the paintings that were crafted so beautifully that she couldn't take her eyes from them. She didn't notice when a woman came up next to her, grabbing her face and pulling her head so that her eyes had no choice but to fall upon an icy blue stare.
"What are you wearing?" The older woman said, her voice was sharp and commanding. Caroline was shocked, she looked down at her clothing; it was the same clothes she had been wearing at Elena's house. Jeans, with a light blue blouse.
"Um," Caroline said, but she didn't have time to explain as she was yanked away by the older woman, who had her arm in a death grip.
"How are you going to please men in this?" She said examining Caroline's clothes. "I've never seen such horrid garments."
The woman continued to drag Caroline through the small halls, and she didn't protest, it wasn't like she had any idea where she was going anyways. Caroline continued to look at the walls, which had more than a few paintings hanging from them. Then Caroline remembered what Damon had told her.
"The first thing you do is figure out what time period you're in." Damon had said, he had also given her a mini history lesson, telling her the big no no's, one of them was yabbing her mouth too much, at which she glared at him.
"Excuse me, this may seem like a weird question but exactly what year is it?" Caroline asked in her sweetest tone. The woman looked at her as if she just asked how babies were born. Although Caroline was relieved when she answered without question.
"It's 1534," the woman said, then paused and added. "I swear, their making you whores dumber and dumber by the girl."
Caroline was offended, had this old nag just call her a whore? Caroline was about to protest when they suddenly entered a room full of women in long gowns with their boobs hanging halfway out of their bodices.
"Oh boy.." Caroline mumbled when another lady suddenly grabbed her.
"Dress her please, I have no idea where she got those rags from but make her presentable." The old lady said to a younger woman who Caroline was now in the hands of.
"Girls," The old lady said clapping her hands to get the attention of the women who were busy giggling and gossiping among themselves. They kept staring back at Caroline pointing, giggling, and glaring. Caroline had been a former mean girl, and it didn't matter what century you were in, she knew these girls didn't like her. "These men are expecting you to show them a good time, and I know all this training wasn't for nothing, now go and make me proud." The girls laughed and clapped at the old lady's command.
Suddenly, as Caroline watched the younger woman strip off her old clothes and begin to dress her in a long revealing gown, she knew what this place was, it was a whore house. The universe transported her to a whore house.
"Thanks a lot," Caroline mumbled to the universe.
"What was that?" The woman asked as she now prepared to tighten Caroline's bodice strings.
"Nothing," Caroline said, obviously pissed, things were not turning out as she planned. Although then again what did she expect this was going to be? Rainbows and butterflies?
"Suck in," the woman said as she yanked on the strings, making Caroline gasp.
T-H-E V-A-M-P-I-R-E D-I-A-R-I-E-S
Caroline tried to remind herself that things could be a hell of a lot worse, but the more she thought about it, the less convinced she was. All of the girls entered a room, where a little more than a handful of men stood. Caroline was at the very back of the train of women.
The girl in front of her suddenly turned around, "women who are last are never picked," the girl said.
Caroline shot her a look, which made the girl turn around quickly.
"Gentlemen," The old lady, whom I had recently learned was named Mary, spoke loudly, gathering everyone's attention. "It's first come first serve, and I believe the man in the far back was the first to pay, so come up and claim your lady." The girls giggled and pushed each other so that they were front and center.
"Oh, he's handsome." The girl in front of Caroline said. Caroline tried to look over the women who were now standing in front of her, blocking her view, but it was no use, so she squeeze through a small hole next to a taller woman, and now she could see the scene in front of her.
When Caroline saw whom it was she almost fell back. It was Klaus, he was here. Suddenly Damon's words rose to her mind again. "The second thing you do is find an Original, preferably Klaus."
Here he was, in front of her, and she thought it would take forever to find just one Original. He had to pick her, she knew this was the only chance she would get to talk with him, to try and get him to tell her about his bloodline. But how was she going to make sure he picked her? She was in a sea of women, and he was picking. But she already knew exactly what she had to do.
"Me!" Caroline yelled, pushing her way through the women in front of her. She could feel the hateful stares that were penetrating her back as she pushed up front and out of the small huddle of women. "You want me."
When Klaus' eyes fell upon her he seemed shocked at first, as if he was witnessing something outrageous, which in this time, it probably was. But the hell with what Damon said, if yapping her mouth got her what she wanted then that's what she would do.
"Oh my, I am sorry sir, this one, she is very," Mary said trying to find the right words, she glared down at me, "spontaneous." She paused, looking back at him. "I'm sure any of the other girls would suit you better."
Klaus didn't take his eyes from Caroline; it was as if she, fascinated, mesmerized him. He looked like present day Klaus, except his clothing was different; he was wearing a vest, and dark leather pants. He looked very handsome, but Caroline quickly stopped herself from thinking anymore about his appealing appearance, she was here for a reason. Caroline continued to stare at him, her eyes never leaving his.
"I want her," Klaus said suddenly, pointing at Caroline. Relief flooded through her, it had worked.
"Sir, I am sure-" Mary began to say.
"You are sure of nothing. You do not know what I want, and when I say I want her, I suggest you listen." He spoke quickly and dangerously although his voice was smooth and calm.
Mary swallowed, looking from Caroline to him. "Yes sir." She said, and then she turned to Caroline and nodded, suggesting that she should follow him. Klaus turned without saying a word to Caroline and began to walk away; she followed him, watching the men watch her. They were all fascinated, she could see it in their eyes, and for the first time that day, she was self conscious about how she looked. She was exposing way too much in the breast area and her dress had many holes running through it, exposing her left thigh.
Expecting to be taken to one of the rooms below the house, where Caroline had assumed all the 'pleasure sounds' were coming from, she was surprised to find Klaus leading her outside, where a carriage and horse awaited. Klaus turned around and seeing the confused look on her face he responded. "I will not stay with you here in this rundown slum, we will go back to my residence, I think you will find it more enjoyable there." He said smiling at her, and offering her a hand into the carriage. Caroline had to admit that that was considerate, although she wouldn't expect Klaus to have sex with someone in a whorehouse anyways. She was grateful for the escape though, and now she had to figure out what her next move was. He was obviously expecting something from her, but then again she was also expecting to gain info from him. Caroline hoped that this would be clean and simple, but she knew she was dead wrong, there was no easy way out.
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