(A/N) No one really asked for it but this was stuck in my head for the past few days, so I had to! I've decided to turn this into a Drabble series after all. Thank you so much to all the amazing support I got from last chapter, hope you all enjoy this one too x

This could be a companion piece to 'I Will Never Be Her', but you don't have to read it to understand this. Again, the timeline is unspecified.

Disclaimer: I don't own TVD/TO, nor lyrics to 'Back To You'


I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to
When I'm lying close to someone else

Her eyes prickled with tears, as she laid flat on the stranger's bed. No, she would not cry, she was made of tougher stuff than that. But it sure does hurt.

She looked over at the person beside her, his dark hair looking so, very out of place. She was so used to seeing dark blond curls in her dreams that anything else appeared strange.

She racked her brain for this man's moniker, but came up with nothing. Truth be told, it didn't even matter. None of them mattered…

Whether he was a Tim, a Benjamin or a Gary, she would forget him come sunrise, and every one of these encounters were just as meaningless as the last. In fact, she wasn't even interested in the sex anymore. She would only follow these men to their rooms, take her fair share of blood and compel them to believe that they had.

It would be pointless to sleep with them because the only person she in her mind was one Original Hybrid and thinking about that hurts in more ways than one. The way he held her up against the tree during their day in the woods, the words he whispered in her ears, the way he looked at her as they both climaxed would forever be etched in her mind, and she blushed at the thought of thinking about him whilst she was on another man's bed.

So yes… what even was the point?

She sighed.


Playing and replaying old conversations
Overthinking every word

"I fancy you, is that so hard to believe?" His voice echoed in her head.

She wanted to scream at him, YES, yes it was. For years, she's been trying to prove to the guys around her that she's worth it. That she's worth the love that she gives them. But one after another, they would leave, whether it was for someone else, or whether it was their inability to accept her flaws, or whether it was for revenge, they left her.

So no, she didn't understand at all what there was to like about her, when clearly no one else did either.

"It was all for you, Caroline" At the time, she never even registered it, but all she could think of was the way his face was contorted, as though he was in pain. Now she knew… he was heartbroken. After everything he's done for her, she still thought of him as the bad guy.

She remembered him walking away from her, and all she wanted to do was run after him, but something inside her, call it loyalty to her friends, kept her rooted to the ground… (but was it really loyalty that kept her from going after him? Or was it the fear of having to admit to her own dark desires?)

"He was your first love, I intend to be your last" She gulped back the non-existent stone stuck at her throat. She hated him for saying this. She hated him for making her feel so utterly in love with him. The fact that he, a creature over a thousand years old, would confess to wanting to be her last love, left her in disbelief.

Ever since then, it was exactly these words that made her look at the men who were trying to get with her and be reminded of the lack of meaning they held in her life because her last love was waiting for her in New Orleans.

"Perhaps one day in a year or even a century, you'll turn up at my door and let me show you what the world has to offer"

She smiled, as she took out her passport.


And what's the point in hiding?
Everybody knows we got unfinished business

She was halfway packing her suitcase when Elena came into their dorm at Whitmore College.

"Hmmm where're you going, Caroline?" She asked.

"Elena! Oh hey, you're back," Caroline started, unsure of how to break this to her friend, "I'm- I'm sorry, I just… I'm leaving here for a while. I don't know how long I'll be gone for"

"Where're you going?"

There was no point hiding it, was there? It's not as if their sexual tension was a well kept secret.

"New Orleans," she replied confidently.

"For…," Elena looked at her, a strange glint in her eyes, "Klaus?"

"Yes, and you know what? I'm not sorry, I'm not sorry for finally doing something for myself. I'm happy with him, and I know I make him happy too"

"Hey, hey, I'm not judging," her friend replied, "I know exactly what it's like to love someone you're not supposed to," her thoughts carried off wistfully, "You should go before it's too late and you lose him forever"

Caroline was stunned, not only was she shocked that Elena was encouraging her to go to Klaus, but also at the fact that she spoke as though she had experience the same thing before.

"Elena, are you okay?" She asked softly.

Elena's eyes snapped back to her, "I- yes, it was a long time ago. You should go," she smiled.


Every time we talk

Every single word builds up to this moment

She left the airport with a small briefcase and a bag in tow. She'd never been to New Orleans before, and she berated herself, realising she didn't even know where to start looking.

She hailed a cab and headed for the French Quarters, figuring that it was a good place to start. Upon her ride, she was amazed by the culture and spirit the city had in comparison to Mystic Falls.

"I'm sorry," she broke the silence, as the cab driver tilted his head to indicate he was listening, "This might come off as a strange question, but do you happen to know the Mikaelsons?"

The cab driver stiffened upon recognition of the name, "The Mikaelsons are a notorious bunch. You seem like a sweet girl, so my advice would be to stay away from them if you value your life"

When she didn't respond, he continued, "I probably shouldn't tell you this for your own good, but you would most likely find them at Rousseau's, or at their residence, The Abattoir"

Perhaps one day in a year or even a century, you'll turn up at my door and let me show you what the world has to offer

"Change of destination, sir, but I'd like to go to The Abattoir," she stated with a determined look on her face.

The cab driver spun around to a different direction and soon after stopped in front of a large house. It was clear that the building has been through tough times, but it was more or less still as grand as she would expect from the Mikaelsons.

As she stepped closer towards the entrance, her heart pounded faster and faster. She raised her hand to ring the bell.

For what seemed like forever, the door swung open to reveal an unfamiliar set of eyes.

"What do you want?" The man said gruffly.

"I'm sorry, I must've gotten the wrong address. I'm looking for Klaus? Klaus Mikaelson," she fiddled with the bottom of her shirt.

"Mr. Mikaelson is a busy man, if you're another one of his fangirls, I suggest you leave before I make you leave," he threatened, baring his fangs.

"Look, Mr. Whoever-You-Are, I appreciate you playing secretary for Klaus, but I'm not leaving until I see him" she spoke confidently, even though her insides were shaking with fear. She was only a baby vampire, and this man looked to have centuries over her, "He'll know who I am, and I'm afraid it won't be wise for you if you hurt me," she silently hoped that Klaus' affections for her still stood.

"Look, Miss," he mimicked her, "This isn't how it works around here. I'm going to ask you one last time, leave," he stood his ground.

Caroline wasn't anything if not stubborn and assertive, "I can assure you that you won't regret telling him I'm here, but you will regret it if you hurt me in any way," the man was unfazed, "Tell him Caroline Forbes is here"

He faltered, stepping back ever so slightly, "Miss F-Forbes, I apologise," he stuttered, "I will be right back," he turned towards the house behind him.

"That won't be necessary," a voice called out from the staircase, as footsteps came closer and closer, "You may go," he said to the vampire.

When he approached the door, the afternoon sun shone upon him to reveal his face, and she bit her lips in anticipation.

"Hello, love," he greeted her the same way he always did, as though they never spent a day apart.


If I could do it all again
I know I'd go back to you

He led her deeper into the house, his hands never leaving the small of her back as he carried one of her bags.

"I see my reputation precedes me," she teased, referring to the vampire who clearly recognised her name.

"I merely told them that if you were ever to show up, that you would be welcomed," he said, trying to keep his voice nonchalant, "I never thought you'd actually be here," he whispered quietly, as his voice echoed in the hollow room, "I always hoped, but…"

"I'm here, Klaus, I'm here," she reassured him, "It took me a while to realise, but I've been living for someone else all this time, and I forgot to live for myself. I don't know if your offer still stands, but if it does, I'd love for you to show me the city"

"I never make promises I don't keep, especially not to you," his voice was low, as though he was referring to one memory she couldn't shake.

I intend to be your last.

She couldn't help but laugh at just how surreal this situation was, and her melodic sounds brought a smile on his face.

"You know, back in Mystic Falls, it's always been you who has chased after me, I thought it's about time for me to chase after you," she confessed, turning towards him, "If I could do it all again, I wouldn't have waited for so long"

Her sincerity touched him deeply, and he couldn't stop himself from leaning forwards towards her. Wrapping his arm around her waist, his lips descended on hers.

Their kiss was just as he remembered, if not better. There was nothing holding her emotions back and she was giving him her all. Her hands crept up to the side of his face and she held him gently, as if she was afraid he would let go.

"However long it takes ends today," she murmured against his lips, "No more waiting, no more regrets"

"I can't wait, love"

"Last love," she chuckled against him.

As he held her, the only thought that ran through his mind was just how much he loved her. Perhaps one day, he would have the courage to tell her.


(A/N) So that was much longer than I expected it to be… but anyway, hope you enjoyed it. Did anyone realise that the 'Elena' in Part III is actually Katherine posing as Elena (courtesy of TVD Season 5)? I'm low-key a Kalijah fan and I'd like to think she had some regrets when it came to him.

This song has been on replay for a couple of days now and I thought it was such a Klaroline song.

Leave a review if you liked it, or if you'd like to suggest songs/plots etc. I do read them and you know I aim to please haha

Until next time! (I'll be updating Conquerors Chapter 4 next)