I just want to remind everyone that this is the first story I've ever written. It's not perfect, and there's mistakes. (I have no beta) Also, I'm new to the site and I've been playing around with the settings on here just to get a feel of things. So to the "guest" that left me that review, I fixed what you wanted me to fix. Here's the fourth chapter.

Chapter 4; Eternal Flame

Klaus had a lot to think about on the drive back to New Orleans. Was he going to find this girl? Tell her about the twin sister she never knew she had? And if he did find her and told her everything, did he even want to mention to her that he was a thousand year old original vampire? He laughed out loud at that thought. It sounded absurd in his head, he didn't even want to think about how it would actually sound coming out of his mouth. His thoughts were interrupted when his cell phone starting ringing. It was Marcel.

Klaus answered. "Hello, mate."

"Klaus, where are you man? I went to your apartment to check up on you and Elijah said you left town. Are you okay?"

Klaus hated when people "checked up" on him. "Yes Marcel, I'm fine. I just had some unfinished business to take care of in Mystic Falls. I'm on my way back to New Orleans right now."

A few moments passed before Marcel spoke. "Did this unfinished business have to do with Caroline?" He was hesitant about asking the question, but was curious.

Klaus sighed. "Yes, apparently Caroline had a twin sister she never knew about. To make matters worse and more complicated I guess she lives in New Orleans." He let out a sarcastic laugh that slowly faded. It wasn't really funny. It actually upset him, a lot.

Marcel let it sink in and thought about the night he and Klaus were walking back to his apartment after they had their drink. "Is that why you acted so weird all of a sudden on the way home after our drink that night?"

Klaus looked back on it, all of images of her flashing through his head and her laugh in his ears. "Yes."

Marcel knew he was sad. "Anyway… I'll get back to you as soon as possible with information on Silas. In case you were wondering."

"I'm always wondering." Klaus hung up and smirked. Soon after he hung up the phone he yawned. He looked at the time and realized he should stop. He hadn't slept much in the last few days. He got off the interstate in Atlanta and stopped at the first hotel he saw. He walked in the hotel, and checked in immediately.

He got to his room, opened up the door and set his suitcase down near the bed. The room was pretty plain and boring, Klaus thought to himself. He was glad he was only staying for the night to catch up on sleep.

He decided to take a shower. He grabbed a pair of boxers and sweatpants out of his suitcase and walked into the bathroom. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. He looked horrible. He kept reminding himself in the shower that the only reason he looked horrible was because he needed sleep. He was lying to himself, though. It wasn't just that he needed sleep, he also needed blood. He had been avoiding eating because he had no appetite. He had no motivation to do anything since Caroline had been gone.

After he was out of the shower he headed straight for bed. He was beyond exhausted and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out.

The next thing Klaus knew, he was back in New Orleans on Bourbon Street. He immediately knew something was wrong because the last thing he remembered was being in Atlanta in the hotel. He took a shower, and then fell asleep.

Klaus felt really odd. He didn't know why he was seeing what he was. Then it hit him. He could feel it everywhere in his body. He was hungry. He couldn't control himself and used his vampire speed to get to the first person he could see.

He was usually good at controlling his thirst, but something was wrong. He approached a blonde girl from behind and spun her around as fast as he could without looking at her face. He let his fangs sink into her carotid artery, blood flowing into his mouth and down her neck. This is what he loved. He needed this.

All of a sudden he heard the girl speak. Her voice sounded weak. "Klaus?" His stomach dropped to his feet and he took his mouth off of her neck. He looked down at the girl. It was Caroline.

Klaus woke up and sprung out of bed. He was sweaty and breathing heavy. He had just had a nightmare about killing Caroline. No wonder he couldn't sleep anymore.

He looked at the clock. It was almost eight o'clock in the morning. Time to get back on the road. But before he did that, he needed blood.

He got dressed, brushed his teeth, and now it was time for breakfast. He called room service and as soon as the waiter walked through the door with the cart, Klaus grabbed him, looked into his eyes and compelled him. "Be quiet, and do not scream." He sunk his fangs into the waiter's neck until he could hear his heart beat slowing.

Then he bit into his own wrist and fed the waiter some of his blood to heal him. After the waiter was revived, Klaus looked into his eyes and compelled him again. "You will forget about this. You came up here to deliver breakfast and when you got here I was gone. Now leave." The waiter did what he was told. He grabbed the cart and walked out of the room with a dead look in his eyes.

Klaus grabbed the rest of his things and his the road. Back to New Orleans. Back to his new home.

Rebekah was feeling a little under the weather as she walked to the kitchen to grab a blood bag and possibly human food, too. Chicken noodle soup was her favorite when she was sick or sad. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't get Stefan or Matt off her mind. She kept thinking about Matt, and how beautifully human he was.

As she sipped on her blood bag while the chicken noodle soup was heating up in a pot, she heard someone knocking on the door. She wondered who it could be. Elijah was upstairs in his room and if it was Klaus he wouldn't knock. He would just walk in.

Rebekah got to the door and opened it slowly. She got butterflies at the sight of the man standing there. Marcel.

Marcel knocked on the door, hoping for Klaus or Elijah to answer. He didn't want Rebekah to answer the door because he was interested in her. Although he was interested in her, he didn't know if that was such a good idea because he didn't know how Klaus would feel about it. He knew Rebekah had a sad soul and wanted to know why. When she opened the door, a smile crept upon his face.

"Hello Rebekah. Is Klaus home? I have some important information to share with him and I cannot get ahold of him on his cell phone." He held up his phone.

Before she answered he took in her appearance. No makeup. Her hair was slightly messy. It was in a braid, all to one side of her head. She was wearing a pink crew neck sweater and black yoga pants. She looked beautiful like this.

"No, he isn't home. Weren't you were last night looking for him too?" The question came out ruder than she wanted it to.

Marcel noticed her annoyance with him. He smirked at this. "Yes, your brother is a hard man to keep track of."

She snorted. "Yeah, you could say that."

She looked up at him and he was smiling at her. She could feel him staring at her, almost like he was looking straight through her. A few moments passed, just the two of them looking at each other. All of the sudden she felt vulnerable.

"I've got to go. I have something cooking on the stove and I don't want it to burn. When he gets home I'll tell him you stopped by."

He nodded and smiled. "Thank you, Rebekah."

She liked the way he said her name. She immediately shook her head at her own thought. "Goodbye." She shut the door and walked back to the kitchen quickly, feeling flustered. Why did this guy get under her skin like this? She didn't understand it.

Her chicken noodle soup was almost boiling over, so she turned the stove off and put the pot on a different burner. As she stood in the kitchen, she ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. Her life had been so crazy the last few days. She didn't need a guy right now to complicate things more. Let alone a guy that worked for Klaus, doing God knows what… She grabbed a bowl of her chicken noodle soup, walked up to her room and popped another movie in trying to ignore the feelings that Marcel gave her.

When Klaus arrived back in New Orleans, the sun was setting. He had always loved the way this city looked during dusk. He walked into the apartment and was immediately attacked by Rebekah with questions.

"Where were you?"

"Bloody hell Rebekah! I've been back for five seconds and you're already up my ass!"

"Where did you go, Nik? What are you up to? That Marcel guy has been by here non-stop looking for you. What does he want?"

"Probably important information on Silas that I need. He is a very powerful vampire here in New Orleans, Rebekah. I want you to stay away from him. He may seem like a gentlemen at first, but he isn't. I have known him for decades, and he is anything but."

She stopped and thought about it for a few moments. That just intrigued her more. She dropped the subject though. "You never told me where you went." By this time she was following him up the stairs, keeping on with the questions.

"Mystic Falls." He kept walking up the stairs but Rebekah stopped dead in her tracks.

"You what?! Why did you go back there?" She started following him up the stairs again and into his room where he started unpacking his clothes.

"I needed closure, Rebekah." He huffed with annoyance.

"Closure, huh? I would have liked closure too. Why couldn't I have went?!" She raised her voice as tears started to fill her eyes for the millionth time this week.

Klaus' voice was loud with anger. "I want to go alone!"

Rebekah was crying now. "Goddamn it, Nik. You push everyone so far away, and one day you will be alone and you will regret it." She walked out of his room and slammed the door.

Klaus had heard several people say this to him over the years, but it never really mattered at the time. But as he looked at himself now, both parents dead, three siblings dead, along with the only girl he ever loved, it mattered now. As much as he hated to admit it, he didn't want to be alone.

Elijah sat in bed with a book in hand listening to the whole conversation. From beginning to end. He didn't know when his family would finally be happy again. As time went on, the answer seemed to be never. It was impossible to put this broken family back together.

Klaus had enough. He called Marcel and met him off of Bourbon Street for a drink or two. He needed that information on Silas anyway.

Klaus walked into the bar and noticed Marcel immediately. He was sitting at the left end of the bar. Klaus approached him.

"Hey mate."

"Hey man. How are you?"

"Moody. Now tell me everything you know about Silas' location." He raised his eyebrows as he looked at Marcel with a smirk on his face. A few moments passed.

Marcel laughed. "Always so eager." A blonde bartender walked by with two glasses of bourbon and sat them down in front of Marcel and Klaus.

"Thanks love."

Marcel starting speaking. "I've dug up everything I can on this guy. He is very powerful, Klaus. He is hard to find. Covers his tracks well. He can get into your mind. Makes you see things that aren't entirely there. I'm sure you already know that. With all the resources I have, I haven't been able to locate him. I need more time."

"More time?! I don't have more time. I need him, now!"

"I'm doing the best I can."

"The best you can?" Klaus scoffed. "Leave."

Marcel looked at him, confused. "We just got here."

"Leave." Klaus' voice got deeper this time and Marcel knew he was serious. He shook his head, irritated. He gulped down the rest of his bourbon in his glass, threw down some bills, and walked out.

Klaus was seething with anger at this point. His bourbon was running low and he needed more. He drank the rest in the glass and asked the blonde bartender for another.

"Hey love, can I get another?" He held up his empty glass. He looked at her name tag. Camille.

She smiled genuinely at him. "Sure." She started pouring him another glass.

"So… Camille." He spoke her name with his accent. It rolled right off his tongue. "That's a French name."

She giggled. "Camille is a grandma name. Please, call me Cami." She smiled at him as she set down his freshly poured glass of bourbon. She walked away to tend to other customers as he genuinely smiled back at her. She was beautiful, but reminded him too much of Caroline. The blonde hair, the bubbly personality.

What felt like hours later, he decided to leave. It was getting late and he was getting tired of this charade of people on stage singing, who thought they were good. In reality, they weren't. He reminded himself to never come to this bar again if they had open mic night. He laughed out loud at himself as he took out his wallet to pay for the drinks. He had lost his balance, and leaned on the bar for support. He was drunker than he thought.

He heard giggling from behind him. He turned. It was Cami.

"You alright?"

He smirked at her. I'm fine. Just drunker than I thought." His smirk subsided.

"You better not be driving home." She scolded him. "Want me to call a cab?"

"No love, that's alright. I walked. I don't live far from here." She nodded at him.

He opened his wallet. "Shit."

Her smiled faded. "Please don't tell me you forgot money to pay for all of those drinks."

He started to laugh. "No, I only have a one hundred dollar bill, which should work." His words slurring together. He set the bill down on the bar. "Keep the change, sweetheart." He didn't know why he was feeling so generous. The old Klaus would have compelled her to believe he paid for the drinks, or snapped her human neck just for asking a question like that.

Cami didn't have time to say anything as he started to walk away. She was dumbfounded. No one had given her that big of a tip before. She smiled to herself before putting the money in her back pocket.

He was about to walk out the door, and that's when he heard it. Her voice again. She was talking into the microphone on stage saying how she was going to sing a cover of one of her favorite songs.

He got an uneasy feeling as he turned around. And there she was. On stage. In front of him. About to sing a song. He stumbled back to the bar and sat down by the closest stool to the door. He wasn't going to miss this.

She started to sing Eternal Flame by The Bangles. Her voice was beautiful, and she was one of the few people who could actually sing, he thought. Thinking of all the drunken idiots earlier on stage. As she was singing he caught himself thinking about Caroline, and wondering if she could sing too.

I believe it's meant to be, darling.

I watch you when you are sleeping.

You belong with me.

Do you feel the same?

Am I only dreaming?

Or is this burning an eternal flame?

Her voice was going along with the melancholy tune and Klaus thought he had fallen in love with her right there. That's all it took. Her beautiful voice starting sending him off into a love struck trance. He stared at her with lust and want.

He felt dizzy and warm inside. He didn't know if it was from the sight of her, or the fact that he had drank way too much. Either way, he started to feel sick. It didn't help that she had finished her song and was walking towards the bar, in his direction. His stomach dropped.

As she was walking towards the bar she had content look on her face. Her boots clicking against the floor. She was wearing a beautiful white dress with floral patterns on it. And her auburn hair looked messy, pulled back into a ponytail with a few strands of hair hanging to the side of her face.

She was magnificent. But she looked like Caroline, and this was wrong. He watched her as she slid onto a bar stool just a few down from him. She started talking to Cami. That must have been the blonde girl she was talking to the other night when Klaus saw her for the first time. He stared at the nonchalantly, trying not to get noticed, for what felt like forever.

The sick feeling was still there, and it was getting worse. He was going to puke. He got off the stool and darted out the door. He turned to his left and puked up everything that was in his stomach. Mostly bourbon, no food.

What an idiot, he thought to himself. He hadn't been this drunk in a long time. And even so, he could usually hold this liquor. He stood back up, and started walking down the sidewalk. He started to feel dizzy again. Everything was spinning as he leaned against a building and slid down the side of it. His head was pounding as he started to rub his temples. He was exhausted. The pain was not subsiding, and the last thing he remembered was his world going black.

She shrugged her denim jacket on as she finished up her conversation with Cami and left the bar. She walked out into the cool night air and was happy that she decided to walk home. The moon was out and the French Quarter looked beautiful tonight.

Upon walking home she noticed a man sitting up against a building. He was sleeping, but she concluded that he was probably passed out from drinking so much. She thought he looked familiar, and she realized she saw him in the bar tonight. Those gorgeous blonde curls tightly wound to his head, bright blue eyes, and those damn dimples.

She stopped walking and stood there watching him. She watched him long enough to notice that he hadn't shaved in days with the stubble that was on his face. She noticed that he was lightly snoring as he slept too.

Why was she standing there staring at him? But she couldn't help it. Something inside of her was telling her to wake him up. She stood there, contemplating if she should or not. What if he was a total creep? A serial killer? She acted on impulse and walked towards him and bent down to his level.

She put her left hand on his shoulder and lightly shook him awake. "Hey, wake up." He groaned. She shook him a bit more and he was awake. "Are you okay?"

He opened his eyes and couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Caroline? Is that you?"

Not only did he also have an accent, but he was calling her by another woman's name. Great.

She lightly laughed. "No, my name is Candice. Are you okay?" A few moments passed. "I saw you lying here, and well, I didn't really think that far ahead." She laughed louder.

She was beautiful, he thought. That laugh woke him right up from his sleepy stupor. And her name was Candice. What a coincidence that both of their names started with a C. This was just too much for him at once. He stood up, wiping his hands off on his jeans. She stood up too.

They stared for a few more seconds before Klaus spoke. "Uh… thanks for waking me up. As you can see, I've had a rough night." He chuckled.

She smiled. "That's okay, I understand. Been there done that."

They both started to walk in the same direction. Feeling that the silence was starting to get weird he broke it. "So Candice, huh?"

"Yup, that's me. Candice Accola." Before he could say anything else she spoke again. "What's your name?"

"Klaus. Mikaelson." She shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and sighed. What the hell was he getting himself into?

She nodded politely, not knowing what else to do. Unique name, she thought.

She looked over at Klaus and studied his face. There were permanent wrinkles on his face probably from scrunching it up so much. He was doing it now. The light stubble on his face was definitely a plus, she thought. She idly wondered what it would feel like against her face if she kissed him. Her stomach dropped. Why was she thinking of him this way? She just found him passed out on the sidewalk, five minutes ago at best and she was already thinking of kissing him. Her hormones were seriously out of control.

As they kept walking he could hear her starting to beat faster, and faster. He could smell the adrenaline moving through her blood stream. He wondered what she was thinking. Aside from that, he thought of her earlier on stage.

"You sing beautifully." She looked at him, confused as if she was waiting for him to elaborate. He did.

"Oh, I saw you earlier in the bar. Singing on stage. You've got a beautiful voice."

For some reason she started to blush as a huge smile formed on her face. "Thank you."

He needed to know more about her. He was so intrigued. Just as he was when he first met Caroline. "So is that what you do for a living? Sing?"

"I sing and bartend there."

"You look a little young though to be bartending." He knew Caroline was only nineteen, and she had to be the same age.

She turned and looked at him. "I am." She sighed. "I'm nineteen, but Cami owns the place and I have known her all my life so she hired me. She's been like an older sister to me."

"Have you lived in New Orleans all your life?" He was truly curious what she knew about her real parents, about Caroline.

She sighed as if this subject was difficult to talk about. "I was born in Virginia and my biological parents are from Virginia, but I've been here all my life." A few moments passed as they kept walking. "What are you? Where are you from? Not around here with that accent of yours." She laughed lightly.

He smirked at her. "No, not from around here. London, actually."

She smiled. "Of course. All the good looking Brits are usually from there." She stated, as a matter of factly.

He laughed out loud. "Good looking, huh?"

Her eyes grew wide and her cheeks flushed red when she realized she called him good looking.

He could sense she was embarrassed by it, so decided to change the subject. "Have you ever been to London?"

She shook her head and replied. "No. I've never really been anywhere."

That's exactly what Caroline said. How odd. There was a long pause between their talking as they kept walking. He opened his mouth and the words were out before he knew it. "I could take you."

She let out an obnoxious laugh and looked at him. "I just met you five minutes ago, and you're telling me you'd take me to London. Are you sure you're still not drunk?" She laughed some more and so did he.

"No, I'm completely sober." He smirked at her again and she smiled back. She scolded herself internally for finding herself lost in those dimples of his.

He stopped walking. "Well… this is where I live." A few moments passed before he spoke again. "You going to make it home okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be okay." She started walking again but before she got too far she turned back around to find him still standing there watching her. "Goodnight Klaus." She smiled genuinely at him.

"Goodnight." He smiled back and realized that he hadn't smiled like this in ages. Not since Caroline. And for a split second he was reminded about everything he knew, and everything she didn't. She turned back around and kept walking.

He didn't want this night to end without at least knowing one more thing. He called her name. "Candice!"

She wasn't too far ahead of him yet so she could still hear him. When she heard him call her name the biggest smile appeared on her face. She turned around. "Yes?"

"Since I can't take you to London, can I take you to dinner instead? Maybe tomorrow?" He studied her face waiting for a reaction and an answer from her.

She sucked in deeply and let it all out with a relieved laugh. "Yes, I'd love to."

He smiled. "Good. Meet me here at my place. Does seven sound good?"

"Sounds good." A few moments passed. "Well… goodnight again. See you tomorrow."

There was excitement in their voices. "Goodnight Candice." She turned back around and kept walking. He stared at her until she was out of his vision. She looked over her shoulder one more time and smiled at him.

He turned around and opened the door to his apartment. He spent the rest of the night lying in bed being too excited to sleep.

But as he was lying in bed, he tried to ignore the gut wrenching feeling in his stomach that made him feel like he was doing something wrong. He truly should tell Candice everything he knows, and then maybe she where she stood with him then. He could start over. A clean slate. But he pushed this feeling aside, pretending like it was never there.

All he could think about was tomorrow, and it couldn't come fast enough.

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