Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Finals and work, anyways, here's the next chapter. Please review and tell me what you think, like, and dislike.
Oh and fair warning, there is some swearing in this chapter.

"Caroline, what's so bloody special about this Starbucks all you Americans are so addicted to?"

Caroline couldn't believe she was doing this. Not only was she finally leaving Mystic Falls, but also she was leaving the country, and with Rebekah.

"What?" Caroline asked. She had been looking out the window, watching the trees go by for the past 10 minutes.

"Starbucks. I was curious what the big deal was about their coffee."

"Oh," Caroline had never thought about it, "Well, coffee helps a lot of people get up and function-"

Caroline didn't get to finish talking because a car had come up from behind and rear-ended the car.

"That bastard hit my car!" Rebekah explained. "He actually hit my car!"

"It's okay Rebekah, just keep driving." Caroline didn't know why, but she had a feeling they shouldn't pull over.

The car hit them again even harder.

Caroline was gripping the door handle so tight her knuckles were turning white.

Caroline felt the car speed up and looked over at Rebekah. She could see Rebekah's irritation plain on her face, recognizing it from all the times it had been aimed at her, but could also see the fear in Rebekah's eyes. I looked behind us at the chasing car and was surprised to see that it was slightly slowing down. "This can't be good." I mumbled to myself.

"What's that?" Rebekah asked, looking over at me.

"I turned back around to face the road only to see a man standing in the middle of the road ahead of us.

"Rebekah!" I screamed.

Rebekah turned back towards the road, grabbed the wheel with both hands, and swerved around the man, barely missing him. Caroline tried to get a look at the man but was only able to see that he was a tall, skinny black man, who had a spine-chilling smirk on his face, and was looking directly at Caroline.

It wasn't until Rebekah had steered clear of the strange man and straightened the car onto the road that we turned to face each other. The laughing started as a nervous one, but soon became genuine.

"That was close." Caroline finally sighed.

"A little to close. Who was that?" Rebekah asked.

"I don't know. Probably some idiot who want's to die and blame it on someone else."

"Did you see what he looked like?"

"Not really. I just saw that he was a dark man, and he was smiling directly at me."

Rebekah's happy face turned to one of fear, but instantly turned back into one of a carefree teenager again.

"Come on," Rebekah turned on the radio, "lets pass the time with some music.

Soon, Rebekah and I were singing at the top of our lungs to Icona Pop's I Love It.

"You're on a different road, I'm in the Milky Way. You want me down on earth, but I am up in space. You're so damn hard to please, we gotta kill this switch. You're from the 70s, but I'm a 90s bitch. I love it! I love-"

The wind was knocked out of me as something that felt like the car door slammed into me and glass cut deep into my skull. I saw Rebekah get knocked into her window and glass showered on her like hail. But what I couldn't understand was why the road was coming at us from an angle. 'Oh my God' Caroline thought, 'we're rolling.'

Caroline lost count how many times the car rolled, but it ended up with the world being upside down and Caroline's head pounding.

"Rebekah," Caroline coughed, quickly getting very light headed.

"Caroline." Rebekah moaned. Rebekah tried to move, but was stuck. Caroline made eye contact with Rebekah and they both smiled weakly.

"That's going to hurt in the morning." Caroline chuckled.

Rebekah's eyes went past me and went so wide that they almost popped out of her head!

"Caroline, we need to go now." Suddenly Rebekah was scrambling to move to get to her seatbelt.

"What? Why?" Caroline was getting scared.

"Marcel."

The car was flipped again like a pancake, but was forcefully stopped this time so that Caroline was above Rebekah, and where Rebekah's window was supposed to be was now ground.

"We're not a bloody football Marcel!" Rebekah yelled. She was getting mad."

Caroline's head felt wet. She reached up to touch it and it was thick and sticky. The smell came next. Blood. The glass had sunk into Caroline's scalp so deep, she couldn't heal and the bleeding wouldn't stop.

"It's soccer Rebekah. And who's sweet blood am I smelling?" Called a man's voice.

"Caroline," Rebekah gripped Caroline's head and made her look down so that she could look at Caroline's head. "Come on, we need to get you somewhere safe."

"Why?" Caroline moaned. She was tired and just wanted to rest her eyes.

"Because at the rate your head is bleeding, you'll soon be a red head with a concussion."

"Oh, but I like red heads." A face appeared above Caroline. He was pretty good looking. Strong facial features, and a 'Mr. Know it all' smirk. When his eyes landed on Caroline, Caroline got a very uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. "But I do so love blondes. "

"What do you want Marcel?" Rebekah was still struggling to get loose while Caroline was battling consciousness.

"Oh Rebekah babe. How have you been? Our last meeting was far to short."

"Go to hell Marcel."

"Ouch Rebekah, that really hurt."

"Who are you?" By this point, Caroline was completely confused and wanted answers, even if her vision was going blurry.

"Oh, I'm so sorry my lady," the man apparently called Marcel apologized, "I haven't properly introduced myself to you. My name is Marcel, King of New Orleans and your new best friend."

Marcel ripped Caroline's door off the car in a flash and was in Caroline's face before the door even hit the ground a hundred yards away.

If Caroline wasn't feeling so lightheaded, she would have been disgusted at his closeness. I mean, this guy, who Caroline had guessed flipped the car, was sniffing Caroline's neck. 'Oh please don't be a werewolf, oh please don't be a werewolf' Caroline silently prayed to herself.

"Come on baby, relax. I'm just trying to have some fun with you." Marcel chuckled in Caroline's ear.

"Marcel, you bastard. Let us go or so help me…" Rebekah had anger dripping from her voice.

"Or so help you what Rebekah? You're stuck, bolted in place in a car. You really are as dumb as they say." Marcel smiled, only making Rebekah's anger radiate off of her. Marcel turned back to Caroline, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Are you as dumb as her Caroline?"

Caroline may not have been able to think very straight at that time, but she was sure the surprise was obvious on her face. "How do you know my name?"

"Girl, all of New Orleans knows your name. You're the beauty who tamed the beast."

"What are you talking about?" Caroline was completely lost and felt herself starting to slip into blackness.

"We'll talk more about all the details later over tea."

Before Caroline knew it, her seatbelt was torn off, and she was tossed like a ragdoll into another man's arms. This guy was huge! Like almost Hulk huge!

"Marcel!" Caroline heard Rebekah scream.

"Tell me Rebekah, do you always scream like a bitch when you don't get your way, or do you save it for special people such as me?" Marcel turned back to look down on Rebekah.

"Marcel, let her go. Take me instead."

"You see Rebekah, you just don't do it for me anymore. Now Caroline here is a dream come true. She can die, I'm stronger tan her, and she won't be so hard to fight when it's time for some late in the night."

Horror struck Caroline. She hoped that this Marcel didn't mean the same kind of fun that Caroline was thinking of.

"Give Klaus my regards!" Marcel called as he lit a match and threw it in the dry grass next to the car.

"Rebekah!" I screamed, using what little strength I had left to try and break free to help her.

"Please shut her up," Marcel grumbled. "It's a long way home and I don't want her to be constantly screaming the whole time.

The "Hulk's" arms let me go, only to grab my head and twist.

So… What do think?