Chapter 3

Caroline was tossing and turning for a while during sleeping and it was the same dream she had had the night before.

His hands all over her body, her trying to push him away. Him slamming her against the wall. Him trying to undress her. Him pushing her onto her bed. Her screams for him to stop doing this and let her go but to no avail.

Then when she was about to scream at the top of her lungs, she suddenly woke up, covered with cold sweat. When she realised that the bad dream was actually a recollection of last nights events, she became very sad to the point of starting to cry.

It wasn't long before she felt someone being in the room with her and although it was dark, she instantly knew that it was the Original hybrid who had come to check up on her.

"Do you want me to go?" he whispered.

"Yes… no."

He chuckled, "Which is it then?"

"Please stay. I don't think I can get through the night, If you don't."

"Ok, scoot over then," he said after which she made room for him on the bed and he lied down beside her and she quickly layed her head on his chest and he put his arm around her. And then she didn't hold back anymore and let tears fall down freely.


By morning they had fallen asleep in each other's arms. It was Klaus who woke first, looking at Caroline sleeping.

What the hell happened to her?

He wanted so bad to make things right for her. Make her happy. Kill who ever caused those tears to fall last night. If only she would let him.

"Klaus-" Caroline startled him a little.

Realising that she was up, he proceeded to plant a kiss on her forehead and said, "Good morning, love! Ready for a day that's going to take your breath away."

Caroline pulled away from the embrace to look at him, confused, "What are you planning?"

"A day full of culture, art, music and then for the bulk of the night we're going to go visit local bars where we can drink and listen to more music and talk some more."

"Uh, really?" Caroline groaned.

"Yes, really. I'm gonna show you really good time in New Orleans." And he smiled.

"Ok, I guess you owe me that tour and I really have nothing else to do here."

And so they spent the bulk of the day time in the French Quarter. They looked at the paintings of the many street artists who were painting in the different streets and squeres of the City. Caroline told Klaus that she didn't really understand art. Sure it was pretty but she didn't get the deeper meaning of it. So Klaus spent most of the day time explaining his passion for art to her, what different paintings really represented.

After that they found a bar that had a live band playing jazz music. So they compelled themselves a table and sat down.

"Music is more your kind of art, right? I know you sing," Klaus asked Caroline when they had ordered their first drinks of the night.

"More in the shower, but yes I can sing a little."

"Oh, don't be so moddest. I heard you have a real talent in that."

"Okay, yes, I can sing but not jazz style. But I do love it here. You have an excellent taste in everything."

"Oh, yes I do. Excellent taste in art, music and especially in women," Klaus mused.

Caroline smiled too, knowing the meaning of that last part of the sentence. Caroline had always known that Klaus was in love with her. He never made a secret of it. And somehow they still managed to become good friends.

"So, so what else should we talk about?" Caroline asked, clearly not wanting to continue with the current topic.

"Whatever you want. I'm here to listen and answer all your questions you may have."

"Ok, then the prophecy thing. Have any leads?"

"Not yet. It was supposed to happen within a year. So we have time."

"A year? That's not much when you have lived a thousand years. A year feels like what for you? Like an hour for the rest of us?"

"The rest of US? Should I remind you that you, too, are a vampire and not a human. You could also live for thousands of years. Then after that you can tell me how a year feels." Klaus mused again.

"Wow, a thousand years. I haven't really thought about it. What makes you think I would survive that?"

"Oh, you have much more potential than you realise. You are fierce, resilient and you have this superpower of being totally in control of the darkness that is lurking inside of you. I've lived a thousand years and even I don't have that kind of control."

"Yeah, much good it's done. You know sometimes I would like to not be so in control, just let the demon out to play. But-"

"But nothing. You are a vampire, Caroline, you should embrace the darkness, not shove it away somewhere inside you and act like you're still the same person that you were before becoming one."

"Oh, I know that I'm not the same person. The person I was back then…you wouldn't have like that Caroline. I was a control freak but at the same time so insecure, chasing every pretty guy I could find, hoping that they would give the love I so desperately needed."

"I'm sure I would have fallen for you back then too," he chuckled and continued to ask, "So how does it feel to be chased after?"

"Different. But I don't get it. What do you see in me, that is. After a millennium of dating princesses and women far more prettier that me, I just don't get it."

"Well, I don't get it get it either. Love is something you can't explain, it just happens. But I have never met anyone prettier than you."

"Right…so do you think that I could be the friend part of the prophecy?"

"No. Definitely now. I know how much you want to kill me sometimes, but no. I don't believe-"

"Klaus Mikealson!" They were interrupted by a man, suddenly standing beside their table. "What are you doing here. Why aren't you at Rousseau's like always and whose that pretty lady with you?"

The man was smiling at both of them. He was middle aged and African-american. Obviously Klaus' friend.

"I needed a change of scenery. The night is young, I have time to take her to Rousseau's. Caroline, meet my good friend Marcel who has been like a son to me over the years. And Marcel, this is my a…special friend Caroline from the time I spent in Mystic falls."

"Oh, Mystic Falls. So now I know why you're always in such a good mood when you return from there." Marcel mused. "What other hidden treasures you have been hiding in that little town.?"

"That's pretty much it, Marcel. I've found nothing even remotely tolerable there but Caroline, she's something else. Do you want to sit with us?" Klaus asked Marcel.

"No, I have to go. I just heard you were here and I had to come say hello, which I have and now I have to go."

"Okay, it was nice meeting you. I didn't really know Klaus had any friends," Caroline chimed in and laughed.

"Oh, he doesn't really. I'm just one of the few who can tolerate him,"

"Okay, very funny, Marcel off you go now." Klaus was becoming annoyed at where the conversation was beginning to go.

"Yes, Nice meeting you, Caroline"

"You, too"

And with that Marcel was gone and they were one again alone.

"So that's a friend, right. Do you think he's the one-"

"I don't know. He could also be the family part as he has been like a son to me. He's a long story. But you know what, he's right, I should take you to Rousseau's"


When they got there, the place was packed, so they once again had to compel themselves seats at the bar.

"Caroline, I want you to meet a very good friend of mine. This is Camille." Klaus introduced her to the pretty bartender who asked for they order."

"Cami, please." And the woman smiled a sweet smile and Caroline couldn't help but notice the similarity between her and the bartender.

"I'll get a whiskey, neet, and you, love?"

"I'll have the same" Caroline smiled at them.

"Okay, coming right up."

"So Camille here," Klaus continued, " Is like my therapist. After I deal with and kill people and I have Cami here to talk to. She studies psychology and she's been a great help."

"So bartender and a therapist to the most feared person out there. That's quite a lot of work." Caroline mused.

"It is but I like it."

"I'm sure you do" Caroline mused again.

Klaus wasn't sure, but he thought he recognized a little jealousy in that last answer. Not liking where this was heading, he changed the subject.

"SO, Cami, my friend Caroline is from Mystic Falls. Remember, I already told you that recent part of my past"

"Oh, yes, Mystic Falls. I remember. Where she and her friends tried to kill you multiple times-"

"And I did a lot of bad things to her and her friends." Klaus interrupted.

"Yes, a complicated relationship. Now you're such good friends and you are sitting here drinking like none of it matters."

"Well, it doesn't." Caroline chimed in.

"I'm sorry I have to go deal with other clients but you two have a good time catching up"

"Another friend who could stab you in the back, I see" Caroline said bitterly.

"Oh, dear Caroline, If I didn't know better, I would think that you are jealous or something"

"Maybe you would be right. Oh, come on. You don't see how me and Camille are very much alike. You clearly have a type."

Klaus could only chuckle. He couldn't believe she was jealous.

"Maybe."

"Maybe`? You are worst of the worst, Klaus." And she hit him on the shoulder and then they both started to laugh.

They spent the night drinking and talking about their shared past. They both found it funny how they had been enemies for so long and now their relationship has evolved to something else although her friends and his siblings still hated each other.


When they got back to his house, there was someone standing by the door, his back turned towards them but Caroline recognized him instantly.

"Stefan, what are you doing here?" Caroline asked surprised.