"'Go camping,' he said. 'It will be good training,' he said."

Caroline harshly blew a piece of hair out of her face as she continued to grumble to herself.

"Yeah, okay Dad, I get it! Surviving the wilderness is useful experience or whatever. Except hello? It's totally not! Nothing in the woods is anywhere near as douchey and slimey as the fanged frat boys you always send me after! Ugh!"

Stomping a bit more loudly than was perhaps wise, Caroline continued her trek through the woods. The weather had been fairly cold for north Georgia, even if it was winter, only barely pushing above freezing.

So of course she realized something was very, very wrong when it went from cold and frosty to humid and hot. And, not that she knew enough about dendrology to intelligently comment, but she was pretty sure the trees were different too.

Friggin' great! We're not in Kansas anymore here comes vampires, werewolves, and portals, oh my! God, there should have been some ominous glowing or something! I would have steered clear then. But noooo! Of course not! That would be helpful! Can't have that!

Even Caroline could run out of steam eventually, and as she failed to come across much of anything she started to channel some of her frantic energy toward something more useful.

Planning.

Obviously she had no clue where she was, so survival first. Food, water, shelter.

That saying should be in reverse order really, she absently thought as she checked off what she had and what she needed. The whole camping thing was actually helpful right now. She had a portable tent, sleeping bag, several packages of nonperishable food (jerky, granola bars, trail mix, etc.), two large water bottles, a water filter and some water purifying tablets, a basic first aid kit, a hunting knife, some matches, her trusty multi-tool pocket knife, her cell phone, a few changes of clothes, and a stake. All perfectly organized in her pack which just so happened to have a solar panel powered charger.

…

She liked to be prepared, okay?

Preparedness really worked in Caroline's favor as several days past with no change in her circumstances. She realized quickly there was no damn cell service. And with that easy solution out the window her frustration went into hunting and cooking a few rabbits to supplement her food supply.

However, more troubling was the lack of GPS. She knew several ways to access it even without cell service, but there was nothing.

Of course things really came to a head when she realized it wasn't just a question of where she was.

Caroline startled when she heard a voice call out and sat up in a flash. It felt wonderful to finally hear another person. Talking to trees, some birds, and herself really got tiring after a while.

"Hey! Excuse me? Could you tell me where I am? I'm afraid I got a bit lost."

She heard whoever it was come closer, but they didn't say anything back. Caroline frowned a bit, shifting to put her feet under her as she traced the hilt of her hunting knife. The blade was conveniently out of sight beneath part of her winter coat (the material long since shed in the newfound heat).

Finally, a man stepped through the foliage.

Caroline blinked, wide eyed.

Well, that's not good.

He was on the dirtier side, and while Caroline internally scrunched her nose a little, that wasn't the main concern. No, it was his clothes.

A tunic and leggings. Both seemingly made of plain, coarse fabric. Some odd looking boots and a weird hat-cape-mini shawl thing to complete the look. Not exactly 21st century wear.

Maybe he's a very dedicated LARPer? Caroline offered up to herself with dwindling hope and rapidly increasing alarm.

While she had been taking her time observing him, she realized he had been doing much the same, with a similar stunned look. His face rapidly reddened and he hurried to look elsewhere.

"What - adorns - improper - a mockery - dastardly?"

Caroline's brow furrowed as she worked to try to understand what the man was saying. It was Italian. Sort of. But some weird (old?) dialect. Frankly, she was thankful she could understand any of it, and, for the first time, she thanked her lucky stars that her Dad took her with him when he divorced her Mom and threw her head first into Buffy the Vampire Slayer lessons Bill Forbes Style™. The world traveling to meet her Dad's various esoteric mentors was really paying off right now.

With slow, halting speech she attempted to reply.

"I no mean to mock. I lost. Apologies, speak small Italian."

The man's expression softened, although he still looked more to some place beside her than directly at her.

"Encountered trouble - beset by brigands? Where - guardians? Your family or husband?"

Caroline took a deep breath, straining to try to understand better.

"I traveling with Father, but were separated. Could you please tell me where am?"

"…Tuscany."

Caroline nervously fiddled with the red fabric of her dress, warily eyeing the large castle before her. It had been several weeks since she had been all but hit over the head with the fact she had been displaced so severely in both space and time.

Rizardo, the man who found her, was actually quite the sweetheart. He and his wife had recently lost a few children and were quite happy to dote on her. In return for the kindness, Caroline helped them with their small farm and took the time to improve her ye olde Italian.

So, it was only recently she was able to understand some of the rumors in town. Apparently, the ruling family of their province were collectors of the strange and fantastic. Which to Caroline's trained ears meant involvement with the supernatural. If she was lucky they might be witches or warlocks and able to get her home or at least provide some more information.

Staring up at the castle, an odd shiver running down her spine, Caroline felt she may have used all her good fortune on finding Rizardo.

When Caroline finally had her audience she knew her good fortune was definitely all used up.

They, or at least one of them was a vampire.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! Caroline internally screeched, though thankfully stifled most of her reaction. Seriously though, was her luck really so terrible?

Caroline felt a displacement of air behind her, and she tensed realizing she may not have hid her reaction well enough.

"This is rather curious, brother. Did you hear that little spike in her heart rate? That flash of nervous sweat? Do you, perchance, think this one knows?"

The man in front of her looked up with a frown.

"That seems a bit hasty to conclude, Niklaus."

She couldn't help the way her heart sped up in reaction.

An arm encircled her waist, twirling her around to face the uncomfortably close visage of one Niklaus. Klaus. The Klaus, knowing her current luck.

He smirked down at her even as his eyes remained dark with wary curiosity.

"Now, how is it you know to react to my name, sweetheart?" He traced a line down her jaw with his knuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "And I would advise against lying if I were you."

Fuck.

Cuore Malato

Caroline stared wide eyed at the (unfairly attractive, were those dimples?) man/vampire/supernatural boogieman before her, skin still tingling from where he had touched her.

Well, you see I'm from the future and your name is kinda infamous. Yeah, no. She didn't want to die, thanks! Her mind was scrambling to come up with a more reasonable explanation and as each second ticked by she could feel the weight of her silence.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Finally, she figured out how to phrase the truth - sans the more outlandish details i.e. the time travel.

"My father," she blurted out, her planned words temporarily deserting her. "I lost my mother when I was young, and he couldn't bear to stay. He took me with him and started telling me all these unbelievable stories. About, about beasts and creatures that walked among us. I-I thought he was crazy!"

His hand was back, this time cradling her jaw with deceptive gentleness. He tilted her head upward, closer to him, bearing her throat.

She swallowed.

"Quite the interesting tale. However," he paused, his thumb shifting to settle over her pulse, petting little feathery strokes over the skin, feeling how it hammered away. "That does nothing to explain why it is you reacted to my name."

Caroline licked her lips, changing little as her whole mouth felt dry.

"Just a warning. When I was still an infant a powerful monster attacked my village. Your name had been mentioned then and I was told to stay far, far away."

The sudden lack of tension in Klaus' body was startling. She hadn't realized how intensely he was regarding her until it faded.

His hand retreated, more playing with her hair than menacingly petting her throat. "I see, so your village was one that I encountered? My apologies."

It was an oddly genuine sounding remark for all that she could tell he didn't believe himself in the wrong. But as nice as his sentiment was, that had not been what she meant.

Caroline parted her lips once more to correct him, unknowingly sealing her fate.

"You mistake me. It was not you that came to my village. It was someone named Michele."

She didn't even see them move. Between one blink and the next she and Klaus went from their weird embrace in the middle of the room to her being pinned against the wall, his hand encircling her throat.

Her head wasn't pounding so he must have had enough restraint to not slam it into the stone, but she couldn't really be grateful for that when he was glowering in her face. Sometime in that split second his fangs had descended, black veins crawling across his face.

"Michele," he repeated, his voice having fallen to a deadly whisper. He said it the same way she did, tinged with a Tuscan accent. "Did you just say the name Mikael?"

Part of her noted the subtle pronunciation change, the name sounding almost English. The rest of her was a bit more concerned with more important matters, like the odds of her survival. With the element of surprise, she could maybe temporarily incapacitate Klaus. He was close, and he wouldn't be expecting the stake hidden under her skirts.

But-

Her eyes settled on his brother who had been silent until now. He stood at Klaus' back, having moved when they did.

"She cannot speak if you strangle her, brother." There was no concern in his voice only ruthless practicality, his eyes dark and scrutinizing as he looked at her.

But, she wouldn't be able to take out his brother as well. And even if she could where would she go? They were hunters. They would chase her.

And she refused to be prey.

She refocused her gaze on Klaus, careful to keep his brother in her periphery. Staring him in the eye, she reached up to tug at his wrist, not really trying to fight him more pointing out that he was indeed cutting off a lot of her air flow.

It was surprising when he did indeed loosen his grip, though none of his menace faded.

She took a breath, voice raspy as she carefully spoke, "Yes, that is what my father told me. I do not know much and have no memory of the event myself."

"And I am supposed to believe," Klaus started to say, tone mockingly casual and light, "he just left you in peace."

"I had the impression that he did not care for us at all, in anyway. Once he knew we could not aid him in whatever he was doing we became nonentities to him, not worth expending the effort to kill us all."

He leaned even closer, the tip of his nose just brushing hers.

"Forgive me if I find your story a tad too convenient." His blood black eyes shifted. "Sleep," he commanded.

It was her panic that saved her.

His compulsion was powerful and enough slipped through her mental barriers to send lethargy through her. She allowed her eyelids to flutter shut, her body to go slack as she slumped against him. She even allowed her breathing and heart-rate to alter, their adrenaline boosted speed slowing.

But she kept an iron grasp on her consciousness. Floating in a pseudo-meditative state, she felt as Klaus hefted her weight with ease, slinging her over his shoulder.

There was a rush of wind and force as he blurred somewhere else in the castle. She could only discern that it was colder and darker before he was setting her down on some type of cot, firm with somewhat scratchy linen.

"Brother, get one of the maids to change her clothes, she may have attempted to smuggle something in." His footsteps moved away. "And Elijah? Do keep this quiet, no need to worry the others."

There was silence for several long moments before it was broken by another set of footsteps. They sounded louder and a bit clumsier, the maid most likely.

It was really awkward allowing the maid to change her clothes, and deeply uncomfortable when Caroline was forced to allow her stake and knives to be taken.

Still, she supposed Klaus earned a point for his common decency, permitting a maid to strip her rather than doing it himself. But -1000 for the compulsion, kidnapping, imprisonment, and likely upcoming torture and interrogation. Final score: -999 points.

A solid F-.

Caroline was unsure how long she was left alone on the cot. But it was long enough to think up a few plans and then grow restless. But eventually, someone returned.

Klaus.

…Well, actually she couldn't be sure, but something about the way the air in the room shifted made her think it was him.

Whoever it was seemed relaxed, fiddling with something nearby.

And then she felt it, a weird tug on the lingering echo of his compulsion. It wanted her to wake. Now.

Adrenaline surged through her and she allowed it to push her from her meditative state, jolting back to "consciousness" with a gasp and a sudden opening of her eyes. Very dramatic.

The presence shifted again, and she darted her eyes to them, as a startled human might.

It was Klaus.

Sprawled in a wooden chair and twirling her hunting knife in his hands, he made an interesting image. Somehow, he managed to pull off looking both relaxed and threatening. And on a little table beside him was her stake along with her pocket knife, several of its attachments poking out.

"You are awake," he smiled, lips curling, "good." He gave the knife another little twirl. "I thought about killing you while you slept, tearing through your mind for the answers I wanted." The knife was placed down, his expression placid as if he were just discussing the weather. "But then I thought, that rather seems like a waste." He picked up the stake next, twirling it in a supernatural display of dexterity. "Pretty girl," he gave the stake a flip, weighing it in his hand, and looked at her as he caught it, a smirk on his face, "pretty hunter. You could be very useful to me."

Caroline watched his little display with a blank expression and wary eyes, sitting up slowly as he peered at her expectantly.

"And why would I help you?"

Another flip and then the stake was flying at her face. She jolted, her hand shooting up on reflex and managing to catch it.

The stake and Klaus were both suddenly mere inches in front of her. His hand encircled her wrist, stroking the sensitive skin. She didn't fight him as he pinned her hand and stake both to the bed, though her fingers clenched around the wood.

"Well, I could just compel you," he mused, nonchalantly. "…But I admit that seems rather unsporting. I do believe I would decide to kill you before I ruined you in such a way."

No matter that Caroline knew she couldn't be compelled, his casual talk of erasing all that she was set a pit in her stomach. Her throat spasm around her next swallow as his eyes pierced into hers.

Funny enough she almost thought a little better of him when he admitted he'd rather kill her. -998.5 points.

Well, she certainly couldn't stay silent after all that.

"You know, for a man that apparently wants my loyalty, you are not doing a very good job convincing me that I should give it to you."

Rather than getting angry, he smiled, a bit mocking, but not particularly cruel. He leaned closer, his breath heating her lips.

"You would rather a lie? I thought better of you, sweetheart."

In a blink he was gone again, his figure reappearing as he stepped through the doorway.

"Come along, love. Feel free to take your weapons if it makes you feel better."

…

…

What just happened?

Suffice it to say, Caroline had not been stupid enough to let Klaus bait her into leaving her weapons behind. That wasn't to say she didn't feel a bit dazed by the surreal experience of trailing behind Klaus, the amiable host.

He walked briskly but took time to idly comment on some of the castle decor. He didn't threaten or otherwise invade her space again nor did he bring up his apparent plans for her. Instead he simply guided her to a bedchamber, declared it was hers and left.

Departing with a polite bow and a, "I do hope you like it."

Klaus fiddled with a glass of wine, contemplating his newest guest as he drank. And though he sensed Elijah slip into the room, he didn't bother to turn. His brother would give his opinion regardless.

"Are you sure it's wise to give the girl such free reign?"

Finishing his wine, Klaus set the glass aside, taking a moment to admire its clarity.

"Now, who said anything about 'free,' brother? I intend to keep a very careful eye on her."

"And Mikael?"

"…If he's found us, it is not the girl that we will need to worry about." Klaus turned, clasping his hands behind his back as he stared his brother down. "But if she is a spy, then all the more reason to keep her close."

It was almost disappointing that settling into the home of the Originals went about the same as settling into Rizardo's home. She even managed to get Klaus' agreement to tell the kind couple that she was leaving. Of course, he wouldn't let her say where she was staying only that she found someone in a better position to help her, one that she wouldn't be a burden to. And despite their protests to the contrary she stood firm, thanking them and bidding them farewell.

It was day seven of cohabitation with the Originals (or Klaus and Elijah at least, she hadn't seen the others) and she was the last thing she expected to be. Bored.

Pretty much all of her favorite past times hadn't been invented yet and there was only so long she could entertain herself wandering the castle grounds. It was interesting to look at. For the first couple of days. But eventually she ran out of rooms and most of them looked the same besides.

So now she was curled up on a chair (comfort certainly hadn't seemed to have been invented yet) squinting at pages as she tried to read. It was like learning to speak the language all over again, spellings were different, pages were sprinkled with archaic words and occasionally weird syntax. Everything was written in cramped calligraphy.

Ironically, she had an easier time with Latin, since it was one of the prominent languages used by witches. And thus, one she studied. But it was still slow going.

At least it ate up time.

"You can read."

Caroline jumped with a yelp, fumbling and nearly dropping the book. She peered upward catching sight of Klaus leaning over the back of her chair. It struck her then that literacy probably wasn't common, especially among women. Crap.

She contemplated lying, but instead settled for a half-truth. This hadn't been the first time Klaus popped in and she didn't have the energy to maintain a web of lies.

"My father was…dedicated in all his pursuits and he taught me to be much the same."

Thankfully, Klaus didn't do much more than raise an eyebrow and extend his hand.

"May I?"

Shrugging, Caroline handed him the book.

"A Complete Guide to Herbs, Remedies, and Tinctures," he recited. "A riveting read I am sure."

"Well, there's not exactly a slew of other activities."

He hummed, drifting off toward another shelf and retrieving a different tome. Returning, he held it out to her.

"Perhaps. No need to torture yourself though, try this one." He tapped the cover with his finger, deposited it in her lap and walked off before she could respond.

Caroline blinked a few times. Klaus could really give her whiplash with his odd moods. She appreciated the gesture though, and The Song of Roland sounded much more interesting than the herbology guide.

Smothering her jaw cracking yawn behind her hand, Caroline made her way toward to the dining room. It had taken her several days to finish the book, especially with Klaus continuing to show up now and again, but she managed last night. Now, she was stumbling her way toward breakfast, a bit later than usual judging by the light.

Her steps stuttered to a stop as she started to process the noise coming from the room. Neither Klaus nor Elijah often ate meals with her (and thankfully she rarely saw them eat too).

Hungry and still a bit sleepy, she resumed her walk. Whatever it was, she could deal with it after she was fed. So, she blithely ignored the sudden quiet and stares when she entered the room. Taking a seat, Caroline loaded her plate with various breads, grapes and cheeses.

"Well, well I never thought either of you would get a live-in snack."

Caroline munched on a grape, she was not getting involved. Nope.

Though she did glance over when the eldest looking brother growled something. It wasn't Italian, maybe something Scandinavian, but it sounded quite scathing. Thankfully, it seemed aimed at Klaus and not her.

She spread some cheese on a bread slice, biting into it as Klaus retorted in the same language, igniting a family squabble.

Caroline couldn't understand a word, but she could get the gist. It was shockingly normal really. Younger siblings pestering older ones. Older siblings lecturing and scolding younger ones. Judging from the numerous glances, at least part of it had to do with her too. She nibbled another slice of bread, this one covered in a creamy ricotta and fruit. Surprisingly delicious.

She jumped when Klaus slammed his hand on to the table, partially cracking the wood.

"Enough," his glare darted over to the brother of Scandinavian insults, "she's not my pet, Finn." He glowered at his other brother. "Nor a snack, Kol." She caught how his eyes flicked to her for a moment, where she sat calmly eating her breakfast. He smirked, some of his anger ebbing away, and he lifted his hand to gesture at her. "The lovely Caroline is a hunter. And now she's mine, is that not delightful?"

Caroline choked, the sound loud in the resulting silence.

Whoa, there, buddy! She was not his! What the fuck, Klaus?!

And then Kol erupted into laughter. He rocked back in his chair, putting on a show of wiping a tear from his eye. "Good one, Nik! You really had me going there for a second."

Klaus raised an eyebrow, but returned to sipping his drink. Setting the glass down he calmly regarded his brother.

"Do you think it a jest? I assure you it is not."

Kol spluttered. "You cannot be serious! Her?" He eyed her skeptically before returning his incredulous gaze to his brother.

Being underestimated was one of Caroline's greatest advantages. It didn't stop it from grating though.

"Yes, her." Klaus' acknowledgement was a more respectful tilt of his head, which Caroline denied being pleased by. She still had a bone to pick with him after all. She certainly was not his. Not his hunter. Not his pet. Not his anything.

"-nothing wrong with being a woman."

Caroline realized she had spaced out a little bit, and now the only other female at the table was bickering with Kol. She had apparently taken offense to something Kol had said.

"You are not a human, Bekah. It's different."

The smart choice would be allowing the two to quarrel and quietly slip away now that she had finished eating. But she was still rather irritated. Not to mention bored.

"Would you like me to prove it?"

Caroline wiped her hands on a cloth napkin, unfazed by the new silence.

"What?"

She looked up to stare into Kol's brown eyes, wide and taken aback.

"Would you like me to prove it?" She repeated, a bit more slowly.

He scowled at her slight mockery and sneered at her. "And how do you plan to do that?"

She smiled, angelic. "Why not a spar?"

From the corner of her eyes, she saw Klaus make as if he was going to interrupt. But instead he leaned back in his chair, a quick check saw that he was eyeing her speculatively.

Kol snorted, bringing her attention back to him. "It would not be much of a spar, darling."

"Well, then you have no reason to refuse, now do you?" She leveled a challenging look in his direction.

"Fine," he spat. He looked at Klaus. "Don't blame me though when she gets hurt."

Klaus swung his eyes between the two of them, Kol's irritation and her calm resolve. "On your own heads, be it."

Caroline rolled her shoulders, subtly shifting her legs to test the give of her dress. She had chosen a light one this morning with a fairly loose skirt. Doable. Not to mention her dad had taught her to fight in way worse.

Across from her, Kol stood with his arms crossed, looking bored and unimpressed. Around the grounds the rest of the Originals looked on from various vantage points, all but Klaus pretending they were uninterested in the spectacle.

"Well?" Kol grumbled, impatient.

"Well, what?" She chimed back innocently. "I'm ready."

And she was, having just finished her stretching. Her stance was relaxed and prepared.

He scoffed, blurring toward her, clearly trying to finish it as quickly as possible.

But Caroline was ready for it, turning into the blow and redirecting Kol's force over and behind her.

He landed with a thud and an ooff in the grass. Highly satisfying.

Caroline pivoted to watch her opponent, hearing feminine peals of laughter from somewhere behind her.

Kol launched upward with a snarled, egged on by both the laughter and unexpected throw. He charged her again. She threw him again.

"Don't you have any other tricks?" She taunted, Kol once more in the dirt.

She saw a flash of fang before Kol flew at her again, this time faster than she could see. His hand was in her hair wrenching her head to the side.

He expected her to struggle and was thrown slightly off balance when she went limp instead. She let herself fall backward out of his grip, kicking her leg upward to deal a solid blow. Flipping upright, she lashed out again while Kol remained surprised, hitting first his solar plexus and then his throat. The blows staggered him. While more powerful than any other vampires currently alive, they weren't their millennium old nightmare selves yet.

And following through, Caroline tackled him to the ground, grabbing he stake from the subtle pocket in her skirt. She pinned him to the ground, the wooden point digging into the spot over his heart.

She locked eyes with him, letting him see the truth of her. She wouldn't back down.

"Dead," she whispered to him.

A gamut of emotions flashed through his eyes: shock, anger, a minuscule tinge of fear. But finally, they settled on very begrudging respect.

"I guess you are a hunter after all."

She waited a beat. Two. Half expecting a surprise attack. But none was forthcoming. Slowly, she relaxed and got off him.

"Good match," she said respectfully.

His lips thinned, probably wondering if she was mocking him, but she wasn't. Had he taken her more seriously he would have pressed her to expend much more effort. Or beaten her. She wasn't so arrogant to think it impossible, even if these versions of the Originals were so young.

Standing quickly, he nodded back, though diminished the gesture with a slight hrmph.

"Hn, good match."

He then turned to stalk off.

Caroline glanced around, noting that the rest of his siblings had already left. Probably once they realized Kol wasn't going to tear her head off.

Well, all except one.

"I'm impressed, sweetheart."

Caroline turned to face the presence that had the back of her neck tingling, her arms crossed and looking decidedly unimpressed.

Klaus just grinned at her, an oddly boyish expression.

"Don't try to be cute with me. I'm still pissed at you!"

He actually looked a bit surprised.

"Have I offended you?"

She scoffed. "Um, yeah! Have you already forgotten what you said earlier? The whole "mine" thing." She uncrossed her arms to make air quotes before stalking toward him. Jabbing a finger into this chest she emphasized every word. "Listen here, Niklaus. I do not care who or what you are. You do not get to go around declaring that I belong to you. Got it? Because I don't. I don't belong to anyone, but myself! Do you understand?"

To his credit, Klaus actually seemed to be taking her words seriously. He lifted one of his own hands, encircling hers to pull her finger away from his chest.

Stroking her knuckles he replied. "I understand your sentiment, and you are correct that I do not own you. You are not my slave. However," he tugged her arm and, unsettled by his response, she stumbled forward a little. "You are mistaken to believe that you are not mine. I have taken you into my home. Extended my protection to you. Announced that one day I shall have either your loyalty or your death." He wrapped his other arm around her waist, pressing them even closer. "I assure you, Caroline, in all those ways you are mine."

He had flustered her, but his words rekindled her anger.

She shoved him away.

"The only reason I am in your home, under your protection," she sneered, "is because you knocked me out and forced me to stay. So yes, perhaps I am yours. Your captive. And I promise you that is all I will ever be to you. So, you might as well kill me now."

Caroline lifted her head to stare him down and then purposefully turned her back on him, walking away without another word.

The next few days passed in icy silence. While Caroline didn't go out of her way to avoid Klaus, that would be weakness, she also didn't engage him at all. If he addressed her she gave the bare minimum response.

Instead she spent time with Kol, a more interesting companion than she would have expected. Less unexpected was the joy he took in the frustration she created in Klaus. She even chatted (sniped) with his sister, Rebekah, on occasion.

Which was why she was startled when she encountered Klaus in the library, a room he rarely frequented these days. He was sitting at one of the large center tables, several sheets of paper scattered around him.

Caroline was determined to ignore him as usual, when one of the pages caught her eye. It was a sketch, some bird, a native one perhaps, mid-flight. Casually, she wandered a little closer, curious despite herself, and browsed the shelves nearby.

"Do you like them?"

It was foolish to think he wouldn't catch on, but she still startled a little.

"They're pretty I suppose," she offered coolly, not looking away from the spines of books in front of her.

"Pretty? I suppose I'll take it," he said dryly.

She withheld her snort, a tiny bit amused, not that she would let him know. Her eyes continued to scan over the various book titles, ignoring the faint scratching sounds behind her.

She stilled, processing the noise and his comment.

"Wait a minute, you did these?" She asked as she whirled around, even as she admonished herself for engaging.

"I feel like I should be offended by your tone." Despite his words, Klaus sounded more teasing than upset.

Caroline's lips thinned, about to go back to ignoring him.

Suddenly, he was standing, though for once not breaching her personal space.

"Wait, Caroline…"

She quirked an eyebrow as he trailed off, waiting only because he looked so awkward.

"…I find that I have not enjoyed your scorn. How can I acquit myself?"

"You know why you earned my scorn," was all she replied with.

This time it was Klaus' face that pinched, evidently he hadn't changed his mind either.

Caroline ignored her slight disappointment, feeding it to her anger instead, and turned away.

There was a sudden flurry of movement behind her and then a roll of parchment pressed against her hand. She gripped it instinctively as Klaus quickly bent down to murmur in her ear.

"Take it into consideration. If you agree, allow me to escort you tomorrow. There's a festival in the town square."

He vanished as soon as he finished speaking, giving her no time to process what he said or confront him.

Caroline looked down at the parchment, rubbing a gentle finger along the edge, contemplating if she was really going to indulge him.

But her curiosity was her weakness and she unfurled it, nearly dropping it as she gasped. Blindly she groped for the chair to sit in, shock and disbelief warring within her.

It was a picture of her, looking poised and fierce in the clearing she had sparred with Kol in.

Along the bottom there was a note.

You are strong, beautiful, and full of light. And I find that the idea of your death brings me no joy.

Caroline, you have grown to revile the monster. Will you allow me to show you the man?

-Klaus

She would be lying if she said she wasn't flattered, but she couldn't help but be suspicious as well. Was this just some ploy to make her more docile and receptive to him?

With careful fingers, Caroline brushed the lines of her face, her eyes seeming to shine even in monochrome.

Even if it was a ploy it was still a gorgeous picture.

The next day, Caroline found herself dressed in a simple frock, having spent half the night weighing her options. Eventually she had decided on civility at the very least.

So, when a knock sounded through the room, she smoothed down her skirt and opened the door, a neutral expression on her face.

"Hello, Caroline," he greeted. "…Have you come to a decision?"

"I am a bit curious about this festival."

Klaus brightened, a small smile on his face.

"Wonderful! There will be art, music, food, culture, and I would be delighted to show it to you."

He extended his arm to her.

She eyed it, long enough that he faltered and started to lower it. Deciding to take a chance she looped her arm through his, settling her hand on his arm.

Klaus looked pleased, shifting a little to tuck her more securely by his side.

And then they set off.

As they exited the castle, Klaus slowed his steps.

"It will take about thirty minutes to walk there on foot." He gestured toward the stables. "We can take a carriage though if you prefer."

Caroline appreciated the consideration and could see it was already mostly setup if that was what she wanted. But, after giving it a moment's thought, she shook her head.

"I think I could use the fresh air, actually."

"As you wish."

Though he said nothing else, Caroline could tell she had pleasantly surprised him.

To her surprise their walk didn't end up filled with awkward or tense silence. They chatted, not about anything important, but little things that allowed Caroline to relax some. The different types of wildlife she could hear. How interesting she found the latest book she was reading. If there was anything in her chambers she would like to change. Perfectly, mundane topics.

And while she still didn't really trust Klaus and she doubted that he trusted her, she could admit she had grown a bit fond of him, even if he simultaneously frustrated her to no end.

When they finally arrived at the center plaza she was hit with a barrage of square was filled to the brim with people, more than she was even aware lived in the area. And every leftover suitable space was packed with stalls selling everything from crafts to food.

An explosion of color seemed to burst from everywhere as her eyes darted between the different items, people, and the decorative garland of flowers twining around all the surfaces they could.

Even the scents of the festival were an assault. Not in a bad way either. Various spices and cooking meat sent her stomach grumbling to background waves of chatter and footsteps.

Klaus leaned over. "Where would you like to head first?"

Titles mean "Journey" and "Heart Sick" respectively in Italian