A/N: Once again, sorry for late update, I have a very busy life. I just got a new job that is taking over most of my time and energy.

This is the last chapter, whoah, already? Thanks for everyone who stuck with me through this, my first fanfic. Thanks to everyone who proofed for me, who reviewed, who followed, who favorited and who gave me some well-needed points on which to prove my writing. I love you all.

Also, a special thank you to Tanya aka angellus08 who was my Klaus consultant on this chapter. He is pretty difficult bloke to write sometimes.

Oh and please excuse spelling and grammatical errors; I was in a rush to get this out to you.

Chapter 10: In My Veins

The wheels just keep on turning,

The drummers begin to drum,

I don't know which way I'm going,

I don't know what I've become.

- Til Kingdom Come by Coldplay

3 months later

"So this wasn't the celebration I was expecting."

"I don't know why you were expecting anything, I didn't invite you here," Klaus said as he poured himself another glass of scotch, sat down on his sofa and turned on the television as if to avoid any further conversation.

Kol moved in front television, halting his distraction techniques, "Well when Hayley told me that you were promoted I thought I would come here and find you on top of the world, wasn't this what you always wanted?"

"Yes, well I'm not in the mood for celebrations, me and my scotch is all I need."

"As said by all alcoholics. No, I'm not going to let you go down this hole again, come on, let's go out. I'll show you how senior partners party."

"Kol, if you aren't out of my apartment in the next five minutes I will throw you out," Klaus said in a menacing tone.

Kol lifted up his hands in surrender, "Okay okay, I give up, I've invested far too many hours in trying to make you fun. What's eating you?"

Klaus just looked past him, resuming his staring contest with the wall whilst sipping his scotch.

"So it obviously can't be work, because you just got your dream promotion, and I know it isn't family stuff because I have just gotten off the phone with Elijah and Rebekah isn't pregnant and Father isn't being let out of prison anytime soon. So what is it? Is it a woman?" Kol's eyes widened in realization, "Is it Caroline?"

"Caroline isn't a part of my life anymore, she made damn well sure of that," Klaus replied in a deadpan tone as he poured himself another glass of alcohol.

Kol took a seat in the nearest armchair and turned towards his brother, "What happened, Nik? The last time I saw you, you guys were still on such good terms."

"We had a spat, a misunderstanding. Actually it was the day after your birthday, and she told me she wants nothing more to do with me. It happens to be her wedding this weekend, or so Elijah tells me, he is attending as Katherine's date."

"She is marrying that arse? No way Nik, we have to stop that wedding! You have to tell her that you love her and that you're the better choice for her," Kol urged him.

"She knows all that, she just doesn't care. Caroline was a just cruel wake-up call that I should stop hoping for more out of my life, it is just like Father said, no one will ever love me."

"Nik, you're talking crazy now. We love you, even though your impossible and slightly psychotic most of time, we love you. And Caroline wasn't the end for you, she is proof that you do have emotions, that you care, that you are able to love. Maybe she wasn't the person you will end up with, maybe she was helping to prepare you for the one who will truly be your everything."

Klaus shook his head, "No, I refuse to go through this again, I did not feel and did not love for a reason, Caroline is a mistake that I will not repeat."

Kol looked up at him and sighed, "At least tell me what happened between the two of you."

"You look beautiful!" Elena exclaimed as she surveyed her.

"Something doesn't feel right though, is it the neckline? Is it too low? Is the beading too much? Is my skirt too poufy? Oh gosh Damon is going to call me Bridal Barbie."

Elena took Caroline's hands in hers, looked in her eyes and said, "Caroline, relax, you look perfect. Take a deep breath, pre-wedding jitters are normal, at least that's what I learnt from every chick flick, well unless you start hyperventilating like Cristina in Grey's Anatomy or say the wrong name like Ross in Friends. Actually maybe we should start practicing saying Tyler's name now, just as a precaution."

Caroline giggled softly, "I've been preparing to marry Tyler for four years, and I don't think I will mistake him for anyone else."

"Okay, if you're sure, don't blame me if you say Damon's name up there."

Caroline looked at her shocked, "No eew, anyone but Damon, it's more likely that Father Colin's name will come out of my father before I say Damon's name. That's three months I will never repeat."

Elena chuckled as she made her way around Caroline to help her out of her dress, "So it's the final fitting, but that doesn't mean that if at any point you change your mind about this whole wedding thing that it won't be okay," Elena glanced at her in the mirror.

Caroline sighed, "Elena, I know how you feel about Tyler but he is the decision I made, the life I chose, no take-backs now."

Elena was spared an answer by a swift knock on the door. "Coming!" Elena and Caroline called in unison. Elena hung the wedding dress up, as Caroline got dressed.

There was another knock at the door as a male voice called out, "Are you girls decent yet?"

Elena replied positively as a tall older man entered the room and Caroline ran towards him and embraced him, "Steven, you're back! How was Florida? You look so tanned! How are the ex-wife and Alice? Did you tell her I wanted her to come up for the wedding, super sad that's the same day as her prom?"

Steven offered her an easy smile, "Whoah, easy there, ball of dynamite. Florida was cathartic, it was good to see my family again, and they were strangely supportive. The ex-wife is still as much of a vindictive bitch as she was the last time I visited and Alice is perfect, just disappointed she won't be at your wedding. Did you know she's head cheerleader now? I swear you are her hero; she was talking about prom committee duties and how excited she is to go to Columbia next year. Soon she'll be building a monument in your name."

Caroline laughed, "Eighteen-year-olds always look up to the strangest people."

"I don't think it's that strange, you are one of the strongest, kindest, ambitious women she has ever come into contact with, I find it difficult to see anyone else I would rather want my daughter to look up to," he took Caroline's hand and squeezed it, "It's about time you realize what a remarkable woman you are."

Caroline blinked away tears as she reached over to give him another hug, 'Dad really hit the jackpot when he scored you."

"I'd like to think so! Although I know for a fact that I never knew true happiness until I met your father," he gave her a small smile. "And on that subject," he pulled a small white envelope out from inside his jacket pocket, "The day that Tyler proposed to you and you phoned your father all giddy with excitement, he sat down and wrote you a letter which he intended to give to you on your wedding day. And I know I am a couple of days early but I thought it would be better to give it to you now instead of making you all emotional on your big day." Steven rubbed her back reassuringly as she stared at the envelope that he had passed over to her, "I'll give you some time alone."

As Steven walked out of the room, Caroline carried on staring at the envelope in her hands, wondering if she should read it, wondering if she housed the emotional capacity to be able to read it, but she knew that her curiosity would get the better of her, so she slowly opened the envelope, her senses alert knowing that her father's hands had touched it, he had sealed it, the man that even three months later was still guiding her. She opened the single white page that was enclosed in the envelope and her breath hitched in her throat when she saw her father's all too familiar handwriting:

My darling Caroline,

I have just come off the phone with you and I am sitting here with a smile on my face, you sounded so excited for the rest of your life and that's all a father could hope for – that his daughter is truly happy. Although I do believe that you far too young to get married, I trust you to make the right decisions in your life.

I married your mother young, and while she is still one of the most beautiful and kind-hearted women I have come across, I should have waited a little longer, took time to discover myself and stop lying to myself a little sooner and then maybe I would have prevented a lot of heartache (although then I wouldn't have you). But even though you don't share with me the details of your relationship with Tyler (who would share such details with their father?) I pray with everything inside of me that he is to you what Steven is to me. That you experience a love that will rival those that they write books on, that everyday might be better than the last, that you might feel utterly and truly adored. You deserve no less.

I remember when you were five years old and I asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up and you said "A Queen because a princess can't really do anything" and from then on I knew you were destined for great things. In my eyes you will always be a queen, and the man you marry should think the same of you. He should understand your value, your strength and all that you are capable of, he should put you first but most of all he should respect you, your dreams, your ambitions, your time. And before you say that such a man is impossible or that it only exists in fairy tales, I have lived it, I have seen it, and I know that you will too.

So on this your wedding day, which I have no doubt you will look beautiful on, I remember a letter you wrote to me a couple of years ago, which I am ashamed to say I lost at the hospital when I went to visit Steven, you said "Some things happen in life which we have no control over whatsoever" and I want you to remember this as you enter into your marriage. You were always so certain that you wanted a perfect life, the successful husband, good career, 2.5 children (which could have been because you of your dysfunctional family life) but you have to remember that when things don't go according to your plan, there might be better one in process.

I love you always and can't wait to walk you down the aisle and to have that father/daughter dance. There is no way I could be any more proud of you.

Love,

Dad

She sobbed as the letter fell to the floor, it was like a crude reminder that her father won't be with her that Saturday, he won't walk down the aisle, they won't have that father/daughter dance, and he won't be there to share what is supposed to be the happiest day of her life. The rest of her life. She had been so focused on her life without her father that she hadn't spared a moment to think about how her married life would be with Tyler. Since their engagement she always felt that their marriage would be some time way in the future, when he's a successful lawyer or member of congress and she's a hot-shot editor and they had their lives sorted out. She wondered if she would have to sit alone at home while he spent endless nights studying, or if he would still refuse to go with her to her friend's events, or if he would continue to ignore her or lose his temper if she says something he doesn't like or if she annoys him.

She had lived so long with an unhappy family where her parents constantly fought and secrets were kept that she never thought to hope for anything better that maybe being okay is not enough, that she should have wished to be ecstatic instead of happy. Her father's letter told her a new story; he had experienced that epic proportions of love, he had known a love that wasn't just safe and complacent but a love that pushed boundaries, a love that made him leave everything he knew and believed to be right, a love that made him not care what other people thought and follow his heart. When she thought back to the time she had spent with her father and Steven, she remembered how even when he was angry with Steven, he had a look of utter adoration in his eyes, like no matter what happened, what he felt for Steven would never change. She had never seen Tyler look at her like that, in all the four years they had been together. She knew he cared about her, that he lusted for her and that he knew she would make a dutiful wife, but is that enough? Caught she live the rest of her life without knowing the magic of a love that Steven and her father shared, and what happens if one day Tyler meets someone who he feels that kind love for? Would she be the shamed good wife? The Jackie Kennedy? The Hilary Clinton?

She thought of how Nik looked at her, like she was most precious artifact that he had ever come across, like everything she does mystifies and enthralls him. She had tried not to think about him over the past three months, but it proved near impossible. The blue of the chairs in her office reminded her of his eyes that would twinkle mischievously whenever he was teasing her, the dark pink tablecloth that covered the coffee table in her living room, reminded her of his lips when he kissed her, the butterflies in her stomach, doing somersaults at the memory of that kiss that made every other kiss that preceded it seem like slobbering child's play. She wondered if she had overreacted to finding the letter and the picture, but finding something of her father's so soon after his death coupled with the fact that he had kept the fact that he had personal items of hers to himself had just made everything worse.

She wondered what it would be like if she had met Nik under different circumstances, if Tyler wasn't in the equation, her father hadn't just died and it didn't matter what he knew about her. She wondered if they could have experienced that epic love her father spoke about, the chemistry between them was deniable and he was the one man who truly made her feel like a queen. But alas, things were not different and she had made her bed, it would take a lot for her to go back on her promise to Tyler.

It was a couple of hours later when her dress was put away, her tears were all dried up and Elena and Steven had long since left when she heard another knock at her front door. "Popular today," she murmured to herself.

She set her glass of wine on the counter and made her way to her door, hoping that whatever was waiting for her on the other side was a lot more pleasant than her previous encounter. She opened her door to find a smirking face staring back at her.

"Good evening Caroline, how are you doing?" Kol greeted her as he casually leant against the doorframe.

"Kol! What a surprise! What are you doing here?" She said to him amicably.

"Well I was in town and I thought I would see how my favorite party organizer was doing. Can I come in?"

Caroline moved aside to allow him to enter her apartment, "Sure! Would you like a glass of wine or something?"

"No I'm fine, I had more than my fair share last night," he waved his hand dismissively, "So I hear you're getting married this weekend?"

Caroline gave a polite smile as she took another sip of her wine, "Yes, you remember Tyler?"

"Remember him? How can I forget him? He was an arse of note, no offence to you of course. But you must understand that I'm Team Nik and Caroline and it doesn't make the matter easier that your fiancé and I had a bit of a tussle the night of my birthday. He didn't do much to make a good impression."

Caroline sighed, "So I assume Nik told you about our disagreement?"

"Tell me? A blind person could see how distraught he looks. You must understand Caroline that everything just caught off guard. Yes, he had your picture and your letter but to him, it was random possessions of random people who he did not know but something in your letter spoke to him during the mourning he was going through. When he found the letter, he was at the hospital when my brother Henrik passed on. He was anxious, vulnerable and lonely; the letter is what got him through the next few months when he pushed all the people that cared about him out of his life. That's his go to reactions, anger and isolation and somehow a girl he didn't know from a faraway town was able to get through to him and help him when his own family couldn't. I believe he didn't tell you about the letter and the picture because partly he was scared of losing the support that it had built up in his mind and I think the entire friendship happened so fast that he did not find an apt opportunity to tell you about it. Imagine telling someone after knowing him or her for months that you've been keeping a five-year-old picture and letter of theirs in your bedroom drawer and you look at it often. How creepy doesn't that sound?"

"It sounds creepy either way," Caroline responded, "Look, I know I overreacted, I was very emotional when I found the letter and picture, it was the same day that my dad died but maybe it was a good thing that Nik and I ended our friendship. We were growing much too close, I was beginning to depend on him in a way that no one should expect from a guy friend and I didn't want to lead him on as well."

"Caroline, you cannot expect me to believe that everything between the two of you was one-sided? That you only felt friendship for him."

She shook her head, "Kol, you are bringing up things that should not be spoken about."

"Why? Because you're engaged? Because your wedding is this weekend? I think it's the perfect time to discuss this. Let's get it all out in the open, before the nuptials take place. I know you have been stewing over it in your head."

"Kol, I can't. It's too late, too much has happened. Nik and I are not some couple in a Hollywood movie, in real life you have expectations, and you honor your decisions and keep promises. Maybe in another world in another time we could have been together but I guess we'll never know."

"I refuse to believe that. You like him, I could see it that morning in his apartment, at my birthday party, you seem to radiate when he's around. Call me a romantic or say that I watch too many chick flicks but I'm still holding out hope."

"You watch chick flicks?" Caroline smiled teasingly in an effort to change the subject.

"Well you know women love men who can sit through a Julia Roberts or Kate Hudson film, it makes them all too eager to repay the favor later," he lifted up his eyebrows suggestively.

Her mother had the quirky habit of believing in silly superstitions. She always made sure that she opened umbrellas outside of the house, she would walk around ladders instead of going under, but the one she kept repeating was "bad things come in threes" and Caroline should have recalled that when Elena, Katherine and Bonnie appeared at her front door the next morning.

"What the hell, why are you guys here so early? You do know the bridesmaids' dress fitting is only at 2pm," she said as they made their way into her living room.

"Well, we wanted to have a chat, just us girls," Elena explained.

"And we couldn't chat at 2pm, at the fitting? Not at 8am when I have the day off!" Caroline retorted.

Bonnie gave her a small smile and said, "Let's just say there's a lot we wanted to talk about. But look, we come bearing gifts – coffee and bagels!"

"That does make things slightly better," she said as she grabbed a coffee from Bonnie's hands, "Now what did you want to chat about, we are not changing the dress color again, to go with any new tint of Kat's hair."

"It's not about that," Elena said soothingly, "Let's all have a seat." The four of them moved to sit down on Caroline's sofa and armchairs while Caroline continued to look at them suspiciously.

"So Caroline, how's the wedding plans going?" Bonnie asked her.

"Well," Caroline replied, "Just as well as it was when I spoke to you last night. Guys, what's going on?"

"Katherine, I think you should tell her," Elena said looking at her cousin.

Caroline turned to her best friend who had been silent throughout the entire exchange, "Katherine?"

"Well you know I'm kind of dating Elijah Mikaelson," Katherine started explaining.

"Yes, he flew here from London to be your plus one at my wedding; I would call that a bit more than 'kind of'."

"So last night, we went out with Elena and Stefan, and Bonnie and Jeremy, we didn't invite you because we knew you were busy with wedding prep, as you told Bonnie on the phone. We went to that bar around the corner from Columbia Law School, Articles or something because Elijah's sister had read in some travel blog that it has some of the best, undiscovered drinks in New York…"

"Okay, get to the point!"

"We saw Tyler there!" Katherine burst out, "Hooking up with some girl in a corner booth like it was all fine. We confronted him, I gave him a bitch slap because he deserved it, Bonnie gave him a piece of her mind and he just laughed it off, like he didn't care. He left after that and when we returned to the booth, Elijah admitted that both Klaus and Kol had confronted Tyler previously as well about the fact that he was cheating on you and that's why the two of them fought with him at Kol's party. We know you're all about honoring your promises and doing what is expected of you, but you deserve way more than the off-cuts that that scumball is giving you."

"Caroline, I have been saying this for years," Elena said to her, "Tyler does not appreciate how lucky he is to have you in his life. You should not have to spend the rest of your life married to someone who does not respect you, your boundaries and your wishes."

Caroline rested her face in her hands before standing up and walking to the small window on the opposite side of room. She seemed to be considering something before saying, "Thank you for telling me, I really appreciate that you cared about me enough to let me know," she paused sounding calm and robotic, "I think I just need a minute alone to think things over, I will speak to you later." She offered them a polite smile as they got up and left her apartment quietly. She closed the door behind them and sunk back against the door, sobbing into her hands.

"WAKE UP!" She banged on his door. "Goddammit, it's 11am already!" She moved to bang her fists on the door again when it swung open and he stood on the other side facing her.

"What the hell, Care? Coming here, screaming like a banshee. I don't even want to think what the neigh-" He didn't get to finish his sentence as her fist which was so eager to make contact with his mahogany door, opted to familiarize itself with his face instead. "That is for wasting four years of my life, arsehole!"

"What is going on with you?"

"Don't act dumb with me!" she shrieked at him, "I know that the only studying you were doing last night, was the anatomy of some whore. Is she still here? I wouldn't be surprised, you never had much class." She pushed past him into his apartment.

"What do you know about class?" he spat back at her, "You come from some backward mid-West town with a townie mom and a fag dad, you were nothing until I gave you the time of day."

She launched herself at him again, making sure to hit him square in the nose, "Don't," she narrowed her eyes at him, "you ever speak about my parents like that again! You aren't fit to wipe the dust off their shoes."

He gave her a lewd smile, "I love how tough you pretend to be. We all know you'll be crawling back to me tomorrow, begging you to take me back. You're pathetic; you're just acting like this because it's what your friends expect. You know in your heart, that you will never get better than me."

"Fuck you, Tyler, I don't need you, or your hypocritical family, your mediocre sex, or your delusions of grandeur; I am strong, I'm intelligent, I'm hot and I know what I want from my life and that no longer includes you," she walked to the door but not before turning around, taking one last glance at Tyler's face, his mouth gaping open and saying, "Oh, and I'll send Stefan over to come fetch all my stuff." She gave him a non-committal wave and made her way out of his apartment for the last time.

"You have no idea how scared I was to tell you," Katherine said as she dug in the bowl for more popcorn.

"I can imagine," Caroline nodded, "It is literally one of the most difficult things you could ever tell someone, but at least you told me before I made a grave mistake."

It had been over a week since she had broken things off with Tyler. In the first couple of days after the breakup she proceeded to put her professional hat on and do everything that was required of here to make sure the wedding was cancelled, everything was returned and that everyone was alerted (not without a few old aunts commenting, "What happened? He was such a nice boy"). In the days following she fell into a simple routine of crying, pigging out, sleeping and crying some more. On the third day of her sadness slump she was joined by Katherine, who was feeling downcast as well at Elijah's return to London.

"Life is so unfair," Katherine whined, "I finally found a guy that want to keep around and he lives all the way on the other side of the world."

"And he won't move here?" Caroline inquired.

Katherine sighed deeply, "No. he has a whole life there. He has a good job and his mother and sister depend on him. I can't ask that of him."

"And you won't move to London?"

"Even if I wanted to I couldn't. My salary barely covers my rent and then there are my student loans and credit card bills. There is no way in hell, I could afford a move to another country. I just feel that with long-distance, the relationship is ultimately doomed."

"That's not true," Caroline said kindly, "This one friend of my mother's, her and her husband worked in different countries for three years and they made it work."

"Exception, Caroline, you're focusing on the exception not the rule. The rule is that with most men it is out of sight out of mind and whatever eager girl in a short skirt takes your place. I'm not naïve enough to think that Elijah won't get bored after a while but if long-distance is all I can get, long-distance is what I'll take. I would rather be in a limited relationship with Elijah than none at all."

Caroline looked at her friend, the wild, carefree girl that she thought she knew so well. The same Katherine who made a goal to hook up with a guy from each one of the continents of the world before she was thirty, the same Katherine who claimed that love and relationships were for losers and old people. This Katherine was staying true to a man a million miles away, a man who she wasn't sure would be faithful to her when the fiancé of her best friend was cheating on her for many years right under a very nose, and Caroline understood. Katherine was experiencing that spark, that warming notion of love that her father had told her about, it made Katherine alter her way of thinking, her way of living, for an unsure future with someone she only knows for three months.

"You like him that much, hey?" Caroline asked teasingly.

Katherine sighed again and said, "He's perfect. Not like perfect perfect, he hates it when his suit is untidy or if we don't get good service at a restaurant and don't you dare insult his hair, but he's perfect for me." She shrugged and gave Caroline a sheepish smile. "You know I was wary about this whole thing because we only know each other for a couple of months but I guess the movies are right, when you know, you know."

Caroline smiled at her, "You have no idea how happy I am for you. Elijah is a good guy."

"And now we have to help you get your man."

Caroline chuckled, "I just got out of a four-year relationship, I think it will be a while before I find another available man."

"Oh please," Katherine smiled at her knowingly, "How stupid do you think I am? Do you think I don't know there has been one man that's been on your mind this entire time? A man that you definitely have a shot with, who particularly thinks you're made out of diamonds."

Caroline narrowed her eyes at her, "I have no idea, who you're talking about?"

"Really, Caroline, no one with a name that starts with a 'K' and ends with a 'laus' sound familiar?"

"Whatever Katherine, you have no idea what you're talking about. Nik and I barely even talk anymore."

"Oh but you want to talk to him," She scratched her head dramatically as if she was thinking, "You would like to do a lot more than talk to him, you want to kiss him, to feel his body against yours, to run your hand up his thigh and grab his d-"

"Katherine!" Caroline screamed as her eyes grew wide and she launched herself at Katherine in an effort to shut her up.

She waited for Katherine to leave before she did what she had been planning on doing the entire week. She was nervous, that much was obvious, as she kept straightening her dress. She wanted to look good for so many reasons but in that moment she was certain that the better she looked, the more confident she would feel about this daunting task.

She curled her hand into a fist as she made to knock lightly on the door in front of her. She knew he was at home, she had spotted him making his way into their apartment building earlier when she was standing by her window, staring at the street below, waiting for him to come home (the word 'stalker' had entered her mind once or twice). She heard the shuffling of his feet as she embraced herself for the inevitable, there was no turning back now, she had made her decision.

"Well, well, well this is a surprise!" He looked different, his eyes were bloodshot, he looked slightly unkempt and the stench of alcohol was evident. He moved aside for her to enter his apartment, "So do you need some eggs again? Or are you here to get an ego boost? I heard about the cancellation of your wedding, I offer my condolences."

"Uh, thank you?" She replied timidly, "I was wondering if we could chat? About how things ended between us?"

"What's there to chat about? I told how you how I felt, we kissed, you gave me hope, you called me a creep and than said you never wanted to see me again. I think that's pretty self-explanatory."

"Look Nik, I know you're mad but –"

"No, you know nothing about me! You pretend that everything that happened between us was all one-sided, that was all me falling for a woman that will never be mine, but I know the truth, you felt something as well, I could see it your eyes, I could see it every time you smiled at me. But you just didn't want to be with me." He stared at her, his eyes daring her to deny what he said.

"No," she whispered.

"Don't bother trying to make to make excuses, I've come to peace with it," he said simply as he sat down on his sofa again and poured himself a glass of scotch, "I've come to peace with the fact that all I ever was to you was someone who made you feel good about yourself while your fiancé was finding pleasure with every little Trollope he came across. But I was considering the fact that perhaps my interest in you was due to the fact that you were unavailable, a quest for the impossible, you may say; because now that I know you are no longer spoken for, I seemed to have lost interest. I feel nothing for you."

"Is that true?" The tears started pouring out of Caroline's eyes.

Klaus seemed to falter a bit, but he pressed on, "I wouldn't be saying it if it wasn't true."

"I understand," she nodded curtly, "Then I guess everyone had it wrong all along. I was the one who fell for you, I was the one who believed the world of you, spent every waking moment thinking of you," she shrugged her shoulders, "But I guess now I know. I've learnt my lesson. I always let love get the better of me and then I end up hurt."

"Well, as I always say, love is a weakness," Klaus said to her as he lifted up his glass as if to say 'cheers'.

Caroline started to walk towards the door before pausing and turning around again, "I just have one last question, why didn't you tell me about Tyler cheating or about the fights you had with him?"

Klaus looked up at her, mentally debating with himself about whether he should tell her the truth before deciding to answer honestly, "I didn't want to be the one to break your heart."

She nodded before saying, "Well then it's ironic, that even after so many years with him, it's the pain from your rejection that shattered my heart," and she made her way out of his apartment for the last time.

She pulled the covers around herself as she settled in her bed, 9pm was far too early for Katherine Pierce to go to bed. But she had agreed to chat to Elijah, the following morning at 5am, which was 8am in London, before he left for work and she simply could not function without at least eight hours of sleep. As she made herself comfortable in her bed, she heard the Sex and the City theme song playing and she groaned outwardly. She holstered herself up and grabbed her phone from her bedside table.

"Who is this and what do you want?" She had no time for niceties when she was trying to fall asleep.

"Kat, it's me, there's something I need to tell you," Caroline's voice sounded eager as she continued, "My dad left me some money in his will, like a lot of money, enough money to…I don't know buy a car…or for the two of us to move to London."

"What, no! I won't let you do that!"

"Yes, you can because it's not just for you, it's for me too. His message in his will was 'Use it well', I think it was a nod to Dumbledore and he was trying to be funny, but this money is our invisibility cloak. I need to get away from New York and all the memories and you need to go get your man. I can't think of a better way to use the money. So are you in?"

Katherine fought to keep the smile off her face, "I'm in."

"Well then get off the phone and start packing!"

A/N: So that's it! Just kidding, expect the epilogue soon. Also please review, I need the encouragement to do the last last part of this. And follow me on Tumblr at klaussnowflake, chat to me, I don't have many friends.