Caroline's eyebrows furrowed, did he just call her pet?! She watched as his eyes looked down to his bound hands and she saw him move his knees, taking in stock that his ankles were also trapped.

"Cos'è questa assurdità?" Klaus's lips accented around this language she didn't know, "Perché mi hai incatenato?" He didn't seem angry, but just curious. (What is this nonsense? Why have you shackled me?)

"Klaus, I dunno what the hell you're saying. Speak english!" She threw up her arms at him agitated at this game he must be playing with her.

His eyes widened, she called him Klaus, no one called him that, and she spoke english?

"Vuoi che parli inglese?" (You want me to speak english?)

He shook his head in disbelief, but when his eyes met hers again, this intense girl in front of him was glaring at him.

"No one around here speaks English." he answered in the voice she knew and he quirked an eyebrow up when she rolled her eyes at him.

"Basically everyone around here speaks english, Klaus. We're in America!" she shook her hands, fingertips raised to the ceiling. Thankful he finally answered in a way she could understand but what on earth was wrong with him? Was he just messing with her?

He looked her up and down again and looked down at himself taking in stock of the style and fabric that dressed them, eyebrows scrunched, he glanced to her.

"What year is it?"

Her eyes rolled again, "It's March 3rd, 2013." She said this pointedly, looking down to a contraption in her hand that glowed when she pressed something on it.

"Well that's interesting." His lips were pursed and his eyelids lowered.

Caroline noted before when they were figuring out the hunters mark, that this was his thinking face and now she was curious. Why the hell wasn't he yelling at her for keeping him hostage? Why wasn't he accusing her of causing him the pain on Elena's porch?

"Where do you think you are?" She took a wild guess and a step forward to look down at him.

"Firenze, Italia." The blonde vampire's face questioned silently and he corrected himself to English, "Florence. I was leaving a gathering."

"And the year?" Caroline was leaning down to him, not at all threatening, but confused and impatient with him.

Klaus smirked, this young woman, he could tell she was a vampire. She smelt nice and it was clear she had no qualms getting close to him, maybe he had turned her, he smirked, "1548."

She scoffed and picked her phone back up. Googling Florence Italy in the 1500's. The Renaissance. Great, Klaus was in some memory of his past and he was acting all sorts of not himself. "You better not be faking!" she eyed him.

He was trying to stay impassive even though he was internally angry at having clearly missed a ton of time, if it was in fact 2013. Had his siblings used the daggers against him finally? But then why was he here with this vampire he didn't know? Maybe she'd undaggered him? His thoughts lingered on that but her perturbed voice broke the daydream.

"I'm gonna call your brother." She huffed, a hand fell on her hip and she was putting the small rectangular device against her ear with the other.

Klaus watched her, amused as she tapped her foot and heard ringing come from the device. This woman thought his brother would answer her somehow? And which brother did she know?

"Hello, Ms. Forbes." The voice that spoke out Klaus heard and denoted it was Elijah immediately, how was that possible? He had daggered Elijah 5 years ago and he should still be in a coffin under the town home he'd compelled in Florence. Plus that thing was loud, he wondered how she even had it pressed to her ear at all.

He sighed from the chair, noting the one shackle was pretty loose against his wrist, thinking he could definitely break free easily if it came down to it, as he listened in to the conversation.

This blonde vampire had just explained how she'd gotten Elijah's phone number, what was a phone? And Rebekah was involved in this somehow too? Cheerleaders? Klaus shook his head not grasping what was really going on.

She had figured, even though she didn't really know the guy personally, that at least Elijah was cordial enough to Elena that she'd be alright calling him for help. Plus Rebekah had given her his number before the hunt for the cure had begun, a "just in case something terrible happened" contact.

Clearly Klaus was out of sorts and she couldn't be bothered, so if she could fop him off on Elijah, then she could go home and sleep. Caroline's eyes met Klaus's again, speaking into what he could only guess was a phone.

"Anyway, Klaus is here. My friend's had him trapped at Elena's, but once he got free, he umm…" She had to omit the last stuff he'd said to her about changing for her, becoming a better man for her, she hadn't believed it anyway.

"He just fainted or something, like. Right in front of me and now he woke up thinking it's 1548 and he's in Italy!" She threw a hand up in aggravation.

"Elijah?" the silence from the elder Original was deafening to her, she needed info and now, she couldn't have her friends get back here with the cure and have Klaus all Italian and off his game.

Wait, why was that? Was she rooting for Klaus to get away from them again? She shook her head, thoughts about why were too much at the moment, thankfully Elijah finally responded.

"I'll be sending someone who knew him back then, hopefully they'll be able to get his bearings back. In the meantime, if you're really interested in keeping him safe…" Elijah let that set in for a second, not completely trusting Caroline's intentions, but couldn't fault her for doing the right thing and calling him as soon as this had occurred. "Don't tell your friends he's lost his memories."

Caroline blinked, she was not getting out of this situation so easily, and nodded slightly, cursing internally for giving a damn at all, "Okay, fine. What'll you do?"

"I'm going to figure out why he lost them in the first place."

Klaus's eyebrow quirked up, Elijah was going to help him? Hmm, he wondered what had transpired between them in the last 465 years.

She thanked the Original older brother and hung up, stuffing her phone in her back pocket. Caroline huffed again, hands on her hips, she needed a new plan.

Her friends would be back hopefully with the cure in a few days, if not sooner, and if Elijah was sending someone to help her with Klaus, she couldn't very well keep him locked up here for much longer. They'd have to go back to Klaus's mansion.

Klaus watched her pace back and forth and bite her bottom lip. He distractedly licked his lips, he was barely worried he was in a future time, not his own, because she was beautiful, even if she were wearing mens clothes. It was endearing somehow that she was fidgeting and looking frustrated at thinking.

Women, in the time he recalled, were very concerned with their looks, their actions usually very dim and forced proper even in light of the renaissance. She seemed to be a volatile little thing, doing whatever she deemed necessary, it was very interesting and new to him, calmed him somehow.

Caroline noticed him lick his lips again and although it was truly out of temptation to get to know her better, she looked down to the cooler.

"Are you hungry?" she asked, rubbing her forehead till she pulled a hand through her hair, still trying to think what she'd do with him. Grabbing a blood bag out of the cooler, she opened the tube up like a straw, like she was used to doing, and held it to him.

His eyes scrunched up and shook his head at it. He could smell it was blood, he wasn't overly hungry thankfully, and what kinda blasphemy was this, blood in a bag?

Caroline shrugged at him, "It's not poison, it's just blood!" She brought the straw to her lips and sucked some up, showing him it wasn't going to harm him and offered the straw to him again. He looked up to her, gleaming that she was only trying to be kind, but trying to hide it from him, by rolling her eyes.

He eyed this bag so near him again and leaned towards it, sucking on the straw lightly. The blood wasn't bad, he'd thought it would have gone rancid, packaged in such a way. It wasn't as nice and fresh from the vein of course, but it'd do.

Klaus thought to the fact this straw had been between her lips before his and he licked at it before turning his eyes up to her face. An intimate thing, she watched him, watch her, while she fed him blood.

He hadn't been hungry and noted even though he didn't need them his fangs had come out anyway, which was unusual for him. His hybrid gold eyes were penetrating her own blue ones and she had to look away.

Klaus was so sneaky it seemed, even without memories of her, he was such a flirt, she thought, or was she just reading too much into everything. Or maybe, maybe he was just faking this whole thing and really was just doing this to annoy her.

As he finished the bag, he leaned back in the chair as if he wasn't restrained and sighed, pleased his looks were effecting this vampire with him and happily sedated by feeding. He smirked, he was now much older than he remembered, maybe he didn't need as much blood anymore.

"When was the last time I'd fed?"

Caroline's face got red and she turned back to the cooler, away from him. He must be a really good actor if he's faking, that pain, him passing out, her dragging him here. Him asking this audacious question with such a calm straight face, he couldn't be faking. "Two days ago... you bit me."

He couldn't help but laugh lightly, "Devi essere davvero il mio animale domestico allora." (you must really be my pet then)

The words flowed out of him easily but she wouldn't know what he'd said, though she turned around looking annoyed anyway. Annoyed at how sexy his voice was, with the light lisp, in Italian and annoyed he was laughing at her.

"You're such a jerk! You almost killed me!"

His laugh died down immediately and he questioned her with his eyes. Caroline glared at him, oh right. He didn't remember, he didn't remember biting her or that his bite alone could kill her and any other vampire now, or maybe he did know that. She breathed out, trying for a zen look, no more of these topics she was so emotional over.

"Okay let's make a deal!" Caroline's tactics changed immediately, "I'll untie you and take you back to your house, IF you promise to be good. Which means you will not run away, or kill anyone, or threaten, or manipulate me!" She ticked each thing off on her fingers at him accusingly.

"What do I get?" he lulled seductively at her turning his head sideways, eyes never leaving hers.

"I'll... tell you what you've been up to lately." She grinned at her fabulous answer, figuring his curiosity and need to be in control would be at the forefront of his mind. Memories or not, Klaus had to be Klaus right?

Hmm, she'd tell him what he needed to know, huh? Pertinent to the times, he did need to up his game. Especially because Elijah was now involved, Rebekah maybe too. He needed to get back to whatever had kept his focus in this day and age to keep himself and them occupied and safe. Though lately, to be honest, all he wanted to do was draw and paint, this taste for the supernatural politics wasn't as intriguing as it once used to be.

He nodded slowly at the vampire, why did she care if he killed anyone? He looked to her but she didn't move.

"I need your word, Klaus." her tone was stringent and he hadn't gotten used to the nickname she had for him yet. She must have dealt with his dealings before, his smile returned.

"You have my word. I'll be good, no killings and you'll get me back on my feet," He paused as a gleam in her eye returned at his sincerity, "Ms. Forbes?" He questioned to her as Elijah had greeted her.

She breathed in, thinking back to what he'd said on the porch before all this, he'd never hurt her. She blinked, going in to take the risk and went for the shackles on his ankles first, "Caroline."

He smiled as she unlatched the manacles on his wrists next. Lowering his eyes to her neck that he must have drunk from of her own admission and then back to hers.

"Caroline." his lips loved the taste of her name and he could have sworn she blushed again before turning away.

She grabbed something dark from the ground and threw it at him as he stood up. A jacket, on further inspection, guessing it was his jacket, he shrugged it on and she waved him to follow her as she held the cooler by it's handle up the stairs.


Memory-less Klaus and extra suspicious Caroline is super fun to write! Hope you are liking it so far, please let me know what you think!