I almost kissed Klaus! What? He caught me spying; he was angry and then, BOOM, I'm sporting lady wood! Not to mention Klaus' . . . oh, don't think about that, Caroline. I shouldn't be acting like this. I'm in a relationship, and I am not a cheater. I may not be a perfect person, but I'm not a cheater.

Caroline took a cleansing breath and let her shoulders fall down to their normal position. Walking over to the bed she lifted the blankets and crawled into them.

It's like he makes me forget myself.

Just when she thought she might be calm enough to go back to sleep, she heard footsteps coming up the stairwell, across the hall, and stopping in the hallway. "Oh god, please be standing in front of your door and not mine," she silently prayed. She honestly didn't know what would happen if she saw him again right now. She wanted to think her resolve was stronger than that, but she had come so close to throwing her hands in the air, saying, "Fuck it," and letting him take her against that wall. Her mind spun with images of Klaus grabbing her thighs and lifting her up to push her hard up on the wall.

I'm going to hell.

She focused her attention back to the hallway just in time to hear the click of Klaus' door closing behind him. Caroline sighed loudly in relief.

The moment her eyes popped open she slammed them shut again. The room was brightly lit as indirect sunlight glided in through the windows. Deciding she hated this room after all, she grabbed giant handfuls of the duvet and pulled it up over her head.

The door to her room shot open, and Caroline, remembering the events of the early morning hours, nearly whimpered at the idea that Klaus had come to finish what had been started in the Library. Pulling the blanket down from her face slowly, she was confronted with an odd sight. Rebekah stood in front of her with one hand on her hip and an expectant look on her face. Caroline smiled, "Am I dreaming or are you wearing sweats?" Rebekah looked like something out of the 80's. While her sweats did lack the elastic band on the ankle, the large, wide necked, red shirt that hung off one of her shoulders and the messy ponytail that shot up off the very top of her head was enough to complete the picture.

Rebekah wasn't laughing. "You're hilarious. Get out of bed. I'm bored stiff and my brothers are gone."

"Am I your entertainment today?" Caroline said in a mock-British accent not failing to be relieved that Klaus wouldn't be downstairs.

"Don't make me stake you. Get downstairs; Gemma has tea prepared." Rebekah turned to leave.

Caroline sat up in bed and glared up at the windows. "What time is it?"

The Original scoffed on her way out, "Do I look like a clock?"

Caroline hadn't bothered to dress. She still wanted to shower, so there was no point in dressing for the day before that. She did however have the forethought to throw a lightweight sweatershirt over her head. She entered the dining room to find Rebekah sitting at the table with her legs crossed beneath her on the chair. "Finally," she said throwing a strawberry into her mouth.

"Where are your brothers?" Caroline sat directly opposite her at the table. The space between them had a small but variable spread on it. She could see small pastries, little cakes, and a plethora of different cut fruits.

"They ran off early to go interrogate the witch."

"Oh . . . What kind of tea is this?" Caroline said pointing to the pot off to her right. Rebekah laughed in amusement.

"You're in England. What kind of tea do you think it is?"

"Right." Caroline poured a small amount of milk into her cup followed slowly by the tea and then a very small spoon of sugar. Stirring up the liquid she looked back up at Rebekah who had been watching her the whole time.

"God, I'm so British."

Caroline smiled lightly. "Why do you say that?"

"You made your tea correctly. Suddenly, I feel you aren't so bad," she deadpanned raised an eyebrow.

The younger girl laughed out loud. "Next time we eat with Klaus, I'll make sure to put lemon and 4 big lumps of sugar in my tea. Then, maybe, he'll leave me alone."

It was Rebekah's turn to laugh. She seemed to relax slightly as she held her smile while sipping her tea.

Spooning fruit onto her plate, Caroline moved the conversation forward, "Speaking of being British: Why is it that Elijah doesn't have an accent, but you and Klaus do?" She was very careful to not mention Kol.

"We had always changed our accents depending on where we were in attempt to blend. Klaus and I always had a little bit of fun with it, but Elijah's accents, though always accurate, were a bit tame. I think when we went back to the states, Elijah was happy for an accent that didn't require flourish or special, exaggerated inflections. But, the English accent is closest to how we spoke as children, so I think Klaus and I are most comfortable with it." Rebekah took another sip. "And, especially in America, it certainly doesn't hurt to be British when you are trying to have a flirt."

Caroline grinned widely popping a chunk of apple in her mouth, "I'm sure." When she finished chewing, she asked Rebekah, "What are your plans today?"

"Well, since my brothers have abandoned me, I have made a few appointments. What about you?"

"I thought I would walk around a little. See London and all that."

Rebekah wrinkled her nose, "Have fun with that. Just make sure to write down this address before you go leaving. The last thing we need is for you to get lost and draw attention to yourself. Elijah thought to leave you some spending money. It's on the console table in the foyer."

Caroline hadn't thought of that, "That was very generous of him."

Rebekah nodded, "Yes, it was."

"It wasn't necessary-"

"Don't be dull, Caroline. No one cares. Knowing Elijah, he wants you to use it. Don't be such a wet blanket."

It was early afternoon by the time Caroline flagged down a cab. She was originally worried she would run out of time to do what she wanted to do that day, but quickly figured it would be smart to dine out on her own and sneak back into the flat tired and ready for bed late that evening. Then, maybe, she could avoid seeing Klaus all together.

She didn't get a great look at the pictures of Katherine, but she was able to catch the street sign. She directed the cabby in the direction of the street. When they arrived she asked him to drive up and down a few times until she finally recognized the street corner. She paid him and hopped out onto the sidewalk.

The vampire didn't really know what she was looking for, but she hoped that she would find a clue somewhere. Maybe she would get lucky and see one of them. She went up and down the street checking at all of the hotels she could find. There were many. More than she had anticipated. She never spoke directly to the employees; she would find the lobby phone and call reception. She hoped this would be more stealth. In the end she didn't get any hits later assuming it was because they weren't using their real names and decided that she would come back the next day and check out the restaurants and cafes.

As she made her way out onto the street, Caroline took note that it had grown dark. She noticed a line forming on the opposite side of the street and, in a fit of curiosity, walked across the road to check it out. She could hear a heavy beat coming from within the purple doors, and with the bouncers at the front, it was quite obvious she was looking at a club. The dress of the people in the line mixed with the even man to woman ratio had her guessing it was a dance club. She was very tempted to go in, but she was not about to go into a dance club looking anything less than sexy.

Though it was dark, she wasn't quite ready to head back to the flat, so she decided to go get some food. She hailed another cab, "I'm visiting London for the first time," she said to the cabby. "Is there a good restaurant you can recommend? Nothing fancy, I'm not dressed for it."

"I think I can work something out for you," the cabby smiled congenially.

After a fair amount of time, he pulled her up to a restaurant near the river.

She asked surprised, "It's a boat?"

"Yes, it is. Ask to sit on the front deck, I think you can see Big Ben from there."

"Thank you. It's perfect." She smiled at the cabby and paid him before following a couple in.

By the time Caroline traipsed through the door of the Mikaelson flat it was close to 10 o'clock. Normally, at this time she would have hardly been feeling tired but after only a little sleep, running around all day, and nursing a buzz at the restaurant for two hours, she was coming down and feeling like sleep would be very welcome.

"Where have you been?" His voice sent shivers up her spine.

Confronting Klaus slightly tipsy was not her ideal situation, so she just started climbing the stairs. "Out."

"I would have gone with you," he uttered, disappointment in his voice. He followed around to the bottom of the staircase, but didn't ascend.

"You weren't here. Don't worry, Klaus, you can show me the world some other day." With that she turned down the hallway and disappeared into her room. As soon as she hit the sheets she was already half asleep. Visions of the Thames and Big Ben danced in her head. She had had so much fun eating and drinking at the restaurant. She had made friends with a couple of English women at the bar, and they had had a high old time talking about the differences between British and American men. While she knew that Klaus was disappointed he didn't get to show her her first piece of international soil, Caroline was glad that she had made it her own journey.

He can show me all the museums he wants tomorrow, but today was mine.

Caroline fell asleep.

The next day was very similar. Caroline listened carefully from her room until Elijah and Klaus had gone and then bounced down already showered and dressed. She met up with Rebekah on the staircase.

"You're hair!" She exclaimed happily. Rebekah had cut her hair the day before. Caroline couldn't help but think that she looked adorable and modern. It was similar to a modest A-line bob but with frisky, natural looking curls all around.

"Don't make fun, I've never had my hair short, I don't know how I feel about it." Rebekah touched her hair self-consciously.

"I'm not making fun, you look amazing."

"You think?"

"Sit on a cracker, Rebekah, because guys are going to want to eat you up!" Caroline laughed. She couldn't help it. The Original sister's surly attitude was growing on her.

Rebekah smiled a genuine smile. Her chin came up slightly as she regarded Caroline, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

She sighed, "If only I could show it off properly. I had hoped my brothers would get their heads out of their asses and take us out tonight, but they tell me that we shouldn't expect them until late. Elijah promises that he and I will spend all day together tomorrow, but I have new hair, and I want to show it off to someone other than my brothers," she pouted. Caroline knew what Rebekah was talking about. It was like every time she came home with new clothes. She couldn't wait for an excuse to wear them.

She had an idea. "Screw your brothers! We don't need them to have a good time. Let's go out tonight. We'll go to a club. I saw one yesterday that looked intriguing, and the line was huge so it must be popular."

Rebekah's eyes lit up. She tried to hide it, but she seemed to squirm with excitement. "Yes! I'll have to buy something to wear. Did you bring anything?"

"I'm sure I could rustle something up," Caroline said, her eyes glancing sideways to the ceiling while she did a mental inventory of her luggage.

"No. Let's really have fun. We'll get all made up and leave early. We can go to the shops and buy something to die for on the way there."

Caroline couldn't help herself, she loved a good shopping trip. "It's a date!"

The Original took a beat to look at her. "You aren't awful, Caroline."

"Uh, thanks?"

"You touring London again today?"

"Yes. I'll be back by . . . five?"

"Five is perfect, I am meeting with an old friend at three, so I should be coming back around that time too."

"Good. Five it is." Caroline finished her descent down the stairs and Rebekah went up into her room.

Once outside, the vampire motioned over a cab.

Okay. Restaurants and cafes. Someone has to have seen them.

The ride over was quiet, but she was glad. She could press her face up against the windows and take in bits of London better that way. Once the cabby pulled over, Caroline popped out ready and full of energy. She had an idea walking into the first café, she pulled out her phone and skimmed through her pictures.

Yes! I still have it!

She enlarged the photo of Tyler, Elena, and Bonnie, so it took up the whole screen. It had been taken during their last movie night back before Alaric had gone batshit, Elena was turned, and Tyler got bodyjacked. Caroline had made a big deal of wanting a photo of her favorite people.

She approached the barista behind the main counter. "Hi. I'm supposed to meet someone here, but I'm running kind of late. Could you tell me if you've seen them here?" Caroline held up her phone to the barista.

The young girl looked it up and down, "Nope. They don't look familiar."

"Okay, thanks, they must be running behind too." Caroline nodded goodbye and made her way out of the café.

She continued on this way for several hours. It wasn't until about 4:30, when she was about to give up on the whole venture, that a bust boy at a little hole in the wall bistro gave her some hope.

"I'd remember her anywhere. Her hair is different, but it's definitely her. She's been by a couple times. I haven't seen her today though." He said awkwardly smiling at Caroline a little sheepishly.

"Do you know where she's staying?"

"Uh, no. Don't you have her phone number? Maybe just stick around for a while. If she's running late, she'll probably call or show up soon."

Caroline sighed.

Well, that was pointless. I'm in the same boat as before. I know they're here somewhere, but where? If she's been here a few times, then she's got to be staying nearby.

"If I had only microchipped Tyler," Caroline joked to herself with a giggle.

She plopped defeatedly down on one of the bistro's chairs feeling helpless. She looked down at her phone, 4:40 p.m. It was too late to make another stop. Before she got up though, she called Tyler's regular number hoping maybe he was still able to get her voicemails somehow.

"Tyler, it's me. Look. I'm in London. I've been looking everywhere for you—to warn you. Klaus is here. He's in London. You have to get out of town. They are on to Katherine. They plan to take her out the day after tomorrow. You can't be with her when they do. I really hope you get this because I don't know what else to do. Please, get out of town, Tyler."

"That green washes you out a little." Caroline said as her and Rebekah stood on a pedestal in front of a large mirror.

"Yeah. I think so too. I like that cut on you, but it's a little too . . . safe."

"Fair enough," she laughed as they headed back into their respective changing rooms.

"So, why are you avoiding my brother?" She questioned. Had Caroline been human, she would have needed to raise her voice, but her normal volume was all that was needed.

"I'm not avoiding Elijah."

"Ugh!" Rebekah groaned. "Always the comedian. Nik! Why are you avoiding Nik? Is it because of that fight you had at an insanely early hour yesterday?"

"You heard that, huh?"

"Unfortunately I didn't wake up until it had already gotten interesting."

"Well, I'm sure you've already put two and two together. As you had already blabbed, Klaus thinks I've got some sort of sneaky plan in effect. I couldn't sleep, so I went into the library to see those pictures of Katherine—"

"—You what?!"

"It's not that big of a deal. I was curious. He took it as espionage and flipped out."

"I don't blame him. Nik doesn't trust well as it is, let alone with someone who has fooled him already on several occasions."

"I don't see why he can't just accept that I came here for the reasons I told him. Ouch!" She yelped when Rebekah's shoe came down from over the wall of the changing room and hit her on the head. "That hurt!"

"If you were telling the truth, Caroline, which you are not, but if you were, did you really think Klaus would believe that you actually wanted to go to London with him?"

The question made Caroline feel sad. "Why wouldn't he believe that the woman he fancies wants to give him a chance."

"Caroline, you may be blonde, but you aren't dumb. I'm done, you?"

"Yeah." The blonde walked out of the dressing room. She had to do a double take on Rebekah as she pushed her curtain aside. "Whaaaat! That is the one for sure!" Rebekah was wearing an emerald green dress that hugged her body tightly until about mid thigh. The texture of the fabric made her look like she was wrapped up mummy style in green bandages. It only had one long sleeve, leaving her other shoulder completely exposed. Down the side of her body on the sleeveless side, the dress sported gaps between the "bandages". Peaking through you could see small diamonds of Rebekah's skin.

The Original jumped up in front of the mirror. "It's not too much?"

"Absolutely not. If I were a man, I'd definitely do you." Caroline laughed out.

She smiled, "Of course you would. All right, then. Let's see you." Scooting to the side, she made room for Caroline to come up beside her. "The color is great with your eyes! But it's very simple."

As if revealing a surprise, Caroline spun around showing Rebekah her back. "Oh?"

"Bag it! You're buying it!" Rebekah screeched. While the front of Caroline's dress was eye catching with its semi-shiny, dark electric blue coloring, it was a simple cut. It was a touch shorter than Rebekah's , but just as form fitting with two inch straps that came down into a large rounded neckline. Sure, it accented her cleavage nicely, but it was the back that really stole the show. The fabric that made up the dress didn't exist on the space over her back. The dress deeply dipped on her lower back, but that wasn't what made the dress special. The span of her back wasn't bare but covered in a delicate gold lace that seemed to shimmer.

"Yeah?" Caroline prodded. "I think so too."

"Good. All done! Let's grab some accessories and get to this club."

"Lets!"

Things will start to get a little more interesting as of the next chapter! I know I kinda made Rebekah and Caroline a little girly this chapter, but I figured that Caroline needed some girl time, and I am firmly of the opinion that Rebekah could ALWAYS use girl time.