Couple(s): Klaroline and Kalijah

Genre(s): Romance/Action/Adventure

Author's Note: Hello, my lovelies! I apologize that it has taken me so long to update this story, but you know I was busy with working my butt off to get this new laptop that I am currently writing this on! Its purple, my most favorite color and I have decided to name it Baby or Titania! Anyways, thank you for all of your wonderful reviews (so thanks to Guest, Andrea, linda, iloverandyortonwwefan23, Alice and Megan, sophie, amber, Goddess of magic, Klarolinewillneverdie, LoveandWinning, and klaulove) they honestly made my day. And now to respond to some reviews.

To Guest: The story isn't even done yet! Klaus will be part of this chapter, so don't worry.

To Goddess of Magic: Thank you very much! Maybe this will be the meeting of Klaus and Caroline. I guess you'll have to read in order to find out.

To LoveandWinning: I always thought Caroline would be good friends with everyone too. Though I didn't think she would be good friends with Katherine, but then again I only saw her when she was all evil and stuff.

Also please excuse any crappy translations that you may find in this chapter. I used Google Translate. If you guys know any other free, better translators that I could you it would be very nice of you to tell me. So that is basically all that I have to say to you all. I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter!

Part One: Chapter Two

"There are souls that are incurable and lost to the rest of society. Deprive them of one means of folly; they will invent ten thousand others. They will create subtler, wilder methods, methods that are absolutely DESPERATE." —Antonin Artaud

[1492/England]

Carolina could never really sacrifice herself to the pleasure and ecstasy of sex because that was exactly what it was; sex. It was pure lust and craving, nothing more. If only her parents could see her now, having sex without even being married, she wondered what they would think, what they would say, what would they do? Many men had come to her at the opera house begging her for release and she had given it to them because that was her job: to make the dreams of man a reality. It was a dirty and underhanded job, but it kept Carolina and Katerina off the streets, so that was all the motivation that they needed. Anyways, they needed to do those types of things to pay back the owner of the opera house.

Outside of Carolina's window she could hear the river rushing by almost silently. It was relaxing and reminded Carolina of her home in France, where she belonged. England wasn't meant for her. The people were mean to her because of the fact that she was French and they had a slight distaste for France at the moment. And if the people here did like her, they were always men that were her "clients" and liked her for the services she provided.

Carolina sighed, her train of thought was depressing her and she didn't like the feeling of depression like most people. She looked out the window and decided that a midnight stroll would lift the depressing air that was suffocating her.

The river kept the night air cool. The breezes the flitted by cooled her pink heated cheeks and allowed her to unwind. Luckily, the street she was wandering was vacant (excluding all the drunkards) she was able to lift her skirts above her ankles so that the brief breezes would be able to cool her legs a little bit. It was a scandalous act, but she was burning under all those skirts.

Carolina could never under why people believed that night time was the time that devils came out. To her it was no different from day, it was just darker and the moon and stars dominated a black velvet canvas. It was much prettier at night.

"Hello." Carolina turned and was hit by the rancid scent of alcohol.

In his five hundred plus years, Niklaus Mikaelson had learned that women could be equally or even more vicious then men. Take for example, his mother, Esther. She had neglected him, let Mikael abuse him, and killed his first love Tatia. Another perfect example would be his sister, Rebekah. She could kill more efficiently then Elijah could some days. So when he saw a beautiful, frail looking blonde girl being cornered by a very inhibited man, he decided to see if the girl would try and push the man away. Anyways, she looked like a tasty little snack.

"Hello," the drunk had said. The girl turned around and wrinkled her nose at his smell. She had a right to; even from where Klaus was standing he could smell all the cheap alcohol that the man had consumed.

"Hello," she responded kindly, looking absolutely unsure as to what to do and Klaus was able to tell from her accent that she hailed from France; probably Paris. The drunk sauntered closer to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. The girl slapped the man's arm off her shoulder and moved away from him.

The drunk groaned. "Come on, sweetie. I only want to have some fun," he whined.

"Find some other girl," she replied and she tried to walk away when the drunk when he grabbed her shoulders turned her around to face him.

"Now, darling, is that the way you treat a nice man like myself?" The drunk pulled her closer to him and was about to place a sloppy kiss on her lips, when the girl was able to wretch one of her hands free and slap him. The man gripped the girl closer and sneered at her. "That hurt."

"It was meant to." She spat back. The girl had some fire in her.

"I'll make you pay for that." The drunk raised his hand, obviously going to slap her back, but was stopped when he was kicked in the groin. Klaus winced. The drunk staggered and held his manhood and Klaus expected the girl to turn and flee, yet she did not. She dug a hand into her boot and pulled out a dagger and was dripping with some clear substance. Grabbing the man, the girl dragged him into an alley that wasn't too far away from them. Once hidden in the alley, the girl turned and looked at the man.

"How many women have you done that to?" she asked and Klaus sighed softly. She was one of those people that only killed the guilty ones. If only she could be more like him, killing people whether they were guilty or innocent.

"What are you going to do kill me?" the drunk asked, his eyes flickering between the girl and the dagger she was holding.

"Exactly," she smiled.

"You're mad aren't you?"

"Quite."

And then she killed the man without a struggle and Klaus decided that he need to know the girl that held a dagger in her boot, and with his birthday coming up maybe that wouldn't be such a hard task.

Keep scrubbing. Keep scrubbing. Maybe if you do you will scrub away our madness too, Carolina thought to herself. She was back in her room and she wanted nothing more than to scrub away her problems like dirt. She knew that she had killed a person. It was just that she couldn't help it. She suppressed her urges for so long that if she was alone with a person long enough then her urges would take over.

Bile had risen in her throat at the feeling of bliss that she had felt as she watched that poor man's life slip away. How was it possible that she could be content and then disgusted by herself in moments like those.

Carolina decided to focus on scrubbing the blood off her. She was just like her sister. The twisted, wicked thing her sister was. Her scrubbing slowed as Carolina remembered the moment her sister had showed her games that she had liked to play.

[1489/France]

"Carolina, le jeter!" (Carolina, throw it!)

The man shackled to the ground (how had she even gotten this man? Carolina wondered) looked on in fear at the blonde and red headed girl that hovered above him. They both brandished long and freshly sharpened daggers. The red headed one had less daggers then the blonde because most of her daggers were making a home in his abdominal region.

Carolina hesitated. This man could be someone's father or son. He may have a family.

Carolina heard her sister sigh and take away the daggers in her hands. Carolina felt as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Carolina's sister looked at the fourteen year old Carolina with pity.

"Il semble que la folie ne vous a pas encore compris," (It seems that the madness hasn't gotten you yet) she sighed sadly, but quickly perked up. "Mais ne vous inquiétez pas il sera bien assez tôt! Lorsque vous allumez dix-huit vous serez juste comme je suis maintenant! Quelle chance nous d'être né dans une famille avec un patrimoine comme celui-ci." (But don't worry it will soon enough! When you turn eighteen you'll be just like I am now! How fortunate are we to be born into a family with a heritage such as this.)

And Carolina stood there unsure if her sister was only jesting her or that every word that poured out her mouth was true.

Shaking her head, Carolina scrubbed her skin, but now harsher, scrubbing the skin till it was raw. Hopelessly thinking that maybe she wouldn't end up like her sister on the eve of her eighteenth birthday; that maybe she wasn't going mad; that maybe if she scrubbed hard enough she would be able to scrub away her sins.

But no matter how hard she scrubbed, she knew they would remain and cling to her like a second skin.

Katerina hated this part of the play; where she stood all alone on the stage and sang long, high notes that she couldn't even take deep breaths for. But it was all worth it in the end though, because when that crowd stood up and applauded her she felt like she was queen of the world. And then at the after party everyone would tell her about how she did such an amazing job and that she looked so beautiful. So, Katerina stood a little taller and stretched her lungs maker her voice boarder and when the curtain fell she smiled as she could not only hear the thunderous clapping, but feel it too.

~Later that night Katerina was surrounded by people complimenting her on her performance in the opera and about the beautiful dress that she was wearing (It was given to her by her client, but none need know that). It was a wonderful red colored dress with a square neck line that showed just enough cleavage to be seductive, but not unladylike. The corset was tied back with black silk ribbons and from the corset it flowed out from there.

Katerina knew that she looked beautiful and decided to flaunt it in hopes of catching more "suitors". She wasn't good with seduction (Carolina was better at it, but only because all she had to do was speak English with that accent of her's or say something in French and they were at her feet), but with a little practice she would better.

"Katerina," there behind her stood Carolina wearing a stunning green dress that made her eyes look turquoise. "Katerina, as always you did wonderful. Come John would like to have a word with you." Katerina shuddered and Katerina could tell that Carolina wasn't pleased either, but what could they do it was their job.

"I shall go see him as soon as possible," she said with a smile though on the inside she was cringing with disgust. Katerina then excused herself from her admirers and waltzed to the room where she usually made her clients wait for her. Opening the door she saw John sitting in one of the red arm chairs that were in the rooms.

John was a much built man. All board shoulders and muscle (she would know). He had green eyes and dark brown hair that reminded her of chocolate. He would be a very good suitor, but the sad fact was that he was very unappealing. His hair was greasy, as was his skin and he always smelled something absolutely horrid like rotting fish. It didn't help that he was too confident and nosy. His only saving grace was that he was rich.

"Katerina," John said as he looked at her. His eyes were lit like candles and he looked slightly nervous.

"You requested me John, and I am here. What is it that you wish to speak of?" her voice was cool and indifferent like it was whenever she talked to her clients. (One must never show emotion to her clients or else they think that we are getting attached, Katerina remembered. We are a fantasy. We do not car or get attached. We just give them glimpses of unattainable dreams and desires.) Katerina went and laid herself in what she hoped was a seductive position on a couch.

"John," she sighed, "if you have nothing to say please do not waste my time. I am an exceedingly busy person." She was going to make her move to leave when John blocked her oath and held her by her shoulders and when Katerina looked up into his eyes her heart sank. His eyes were twin whirlpools stirring with emotions; lust, nervousness, adoration, and the worst emotion of all: love, were swirling in John's eyes and that made her displeased. The lust, nervousness, and adoration she could handle easily. It was the love that was going to cause problems with her.

"Katerina…when I first laid my eyes upon you, I was startled and enchanted by your beauty. I asked about you a lot and when I heard of your line of work I was absolutely horrified. A woman as beautiful as this should not be doing such vulgar work, was my first thought. Then I decided to become acquaintances with you by becoming one of your… 'Clients'. Each time I laid with you and spoke to you I became more enamored with you," John said then he let one hand off of her shoulder and fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a ring. "I…I want you to become my wife. I do not wish to see you give your body away any more for simple trinkets that do not bring you joy." And with that John presented her with a ring. It was a truly beautiful ring with a blue diamond in the center that was surrounded by small glittering diamonds.

Katerina's eye s flashed between the ring and the man that was offering the ring. His offer was so tempting and what he did say was the truth; she despised her job. Giving her body away to men that she barely knew that only gave her small things for her services. Though he was wrong about the small trinkets, she actually liked those things (Just proved how much that man proposing to her knew about her). However, she got this job for the lack of attachments, but right now John was attached when he shouldn't be (considering what she does he shouldn't even look at her at all).

"You do not speak and your eyes show that you are confused. Do you accept my proposal?"

No attachments. "I do not speak because there is nothing to speak of," Katerina replied. Her posture showed confidence and her face showed indifference; the combination would make this silly infatuation crumble. "My eyes glow with interest not confusion. As for the offer I will have to ask if you are mad. I cannot marry you and leave Carolina. She is all I have her and leaving her all alone with a friend for comfort would be cruel and friends do not do that to each other. Besides, I like working here at the opera house." As Katerina spoke her mask of indifference slipped into a mask of amusement. She shrugged out of John's hold on her shoulder and sat in one of the arm chairs. The last sentence was a complete lie, but it was true what she said about leaving Carolina. She was all she had in England. Nothing more.

"You can bring Carolina with us. We can make room with her in our lives. Please just accept the ring." He tried shoving the ring onto her finger, but she just slapped his hand away. She hated how he spoke as if they were already wed and she hated how he made Carolina sound like some unwanted guest. This was her friend that he spoke of and if they were not speaking about her in a kind way then they might as well not be speaking about her at all.

"John," Katerina said sternly. "I shall not marry you. Carolina would refuse to join us and you know that I will not leave her here alone. I apologize, but I cannot be your wife." Then she made her way to leave when—

SMASH!

Katerina was roughly thrown into an armchair. Her head was spinning and she was seeing double. John loomed above her and she held her head in her hand as she looked upward at him.

"You rather work at this…brothel rather than live a life of luxury with me! If you shall not come willingly then I shall have to force you to accept my hand in marriage. But first, consider this your last day on the job," he boomed.

"John? What are you talking about? Unhand—" Katerina started but quickly stopped as she saw John's face change. The whites of his eyes became clouded with red and spider like veins spread across his cheeks. Katerina gasped when he opened his mouth and reveal sharp fangs.

"Shh," He cooed as Katerina stared on in horror. "Don't scream." And when nothing came out of her mouth he sunk his fangs into her neck.

Carolina had been unhappy leaving Katerina with John, but rationalized that Katerina could keep herself safe and got over the petty fear that swirled in her stomach. So Carolina decided to walk the streets until nightfall.

The streets were not too crowded with people, but weren't absolutely deserted. Carolina loved when the town was like this and with her work not beginning until tomorrow it gave her just enough time to go sit in the secret part of the park that no one used.

The small meadow in the park was one of her most favorite places in the world. It was hard to believe that no one had discovered it yet. It was surrounded by small trees and was covered in flowers of all colors. When Carolina sat down there she felt like nothing could harm her ever again and this time around she felt no different until she heard someone.

"Such a pretty child," Carolina turned and saw a beautiful woman with long, unruly red hair and shiny blue eyes.

"Who are you?" Carolina asked, upset at being disrupted from enjoying her peace. The woman ignored her question and strode up to her to grasp Carolina's chin in her talon like hands. The woman squinted as she peered into Carolina's eyes.

"Such an amazing future I see. Love, longing, tragedy, and death…What a sad, but beautiful tale you shall be able to tell," the woman said as she looked. Carolina wiggled her head in her grasp, but that only made the woman's grip on her chin tighter. With fire in her eyes Carolina stared at the woman.

"What are you raving about you mad wench?" The woman chuckled and let go of her chin.

"I suppose only a mad person could identify another," the woman twirled away to the other side of the meadow so that she was near where the trees began. "I warn you because of what I have seen. Take your friends and leave England. Hide away in some other country before you both get yourselves killed."

"You truly are mad," Carolina said looking at the woman in amazement. The woman sighed and shrugged.

"No more then you." the she was gone.

Carolina sighed and rubbed her chin. Leave England? What she has seen? Killed? Carolina wondered what was wrong with that woman, but couldn't help to think that maybe she could take heed of her warning.

"The only thing that could kill us would be me," Carolina sighed. How could anyone see the future? Witch was what her mind wanted to say, but she stopped the thought. Witches were things of fairy tales. Just like Vampires and Werewolves. They were just things that parents told children to keep them in bed at night.

How wrong she was.

Katerina was packed her trunk and was currently packing Carolina's. Life was going to be great! She and John were going to be so happy and the Carolina would be living with them until she married her own Prince Charming! It was going to be perfect. Katerina stopped working just to admire the ring on her finger once more. She couldn't wait to see the look on Carolina's face once she got a look at it.

"Katerina, why are you packing my trunk?" she heard Carolina ask from behind her and Katerina turned with a big smile on her face that seemed to make Carolina's confused face deepen in intensity.

"Because we're leaving, my friend!" Katerina cheered.

"W-what?" Carolina sputtered and Katerina just showed her left hand to her and enjoyed the incredulous look on her face.

"Who are you getting married to?" Carolina squealed as she stared at the ring.

"John." And that was how Carolina stopped squealing and looked at her with an aghast and slightly disgusted look.

"John? ! He's…he's your client!"

"Yes, but he turns out to be very sweet and kind. If you say one bad word about him I won't let you accompany us to his home and you shall stay here in the opera house." Then Katerina turned and continued packing Carolina's bag. She heard Carolina sigh.

"I do not like the choice, but I will be happy for you none the less." Katerina squealed and turned around again to hug her friend and babble about the wonderful lives that they were going to have and John.

And Carolina just stood there and smiled and listened like a good friend would.

If there was one thing that Elijah hated about Klaus it was the way he killed people. When Klaus killed a person he had a tendency to tear that person apart. Blood and dismembered limbs would be lying everywhere and Elijah would say nothing and just look at Klaus, who would sneer at him and walk away. Leaving him to call the maids and make sure that they cleaned everything correctly.

So when Klaus walked into the sitting room last night and didn't bring some unfortunate soul with him to kill Elijah was surprised (but didn't show it because he couldn't afford Klaus to be able to know what he was thinking, ever) and asked his brother why he had not bought a human home with him.

"I was going to, but I was distracted," Klaus responded and Elijah noticed the amused twinkle in his brother's eyes.

"Hmm and what has distracted you so much that you didn't even finish your daily ritual?" Elijah asked as his curiosity was piqued.

"A girl; she was human and she had a dagger in her boot. She was different and interesting," Klaus said as he poured himself some wine.

"You didn't kill the girl, did you?" Elijah asked as he imagined a frail human girl being mauled by his brother.

"No, I did not, but I think that she would be a great vampire. You would say that too if you met the girl, 'Lijah."

"You speak as if you are going to see her again," Elijah could help but point out. Klaus thought about that and shrugged his shoulders.

"If I do I'll turn her. If I don't, oh well then. How does the search for the doppelganger fare?"

Elijah could feel Klaus's mood darkening and Elijah knew that tonight wasn't the night to dampen the mood; luckily he did have good news this time. "One of my men has spotted her."

Klaus smiled cheekily and tilted his head, "When can he get her?"

"He has already started to make moves to capture her."

"What would I do without you 'Lijah?" Burn down villages, Elijah couldn't help thinking. "But never mind that, I'll soon be a hybrid and then we can take down Mikael. Then it will just like old times Elijah." Klaus then walked out of the room and left Elijah alone.

Just like old times. No, it would never be like that. I hasn't for a long time, Niklaus ,Elijah thought.

Author's Note: DONE! Finally! So what did you think about it. So I made Carolina slightly crazy, because I thought that maybe that would make it a little easier for her to ease into her relationship with Klaus, because honestly as much as I love Klaroline they have like nothing in common!(Not counting that they both like traveling. And also I thought that it would be better because then when she becomes a vamp…well you're going to have to wait for that.). So the flashback is something that my friend made up with and she said that I could use it.

Also I am like super happy that I finished it today, because today is my BIRTHDAY! I am finally 14 and now all my friends can finally leave me alone about being the youngest in the group. And did anyone else see the Teen Choice Awards! TVD won everything that it was nominated in except Joseph Morgan! Joseph didn't win and that made me pout.

So okay great news people! TVD Season 4 will have 23 episodes instead of 22, and we will be getting 2 new characters in the show. The first will be a girl that returns to town from boarding school when one of her relative dies (I mean who honestly stays a live in that place that isn't a supernatural being?) and we get a new bad ass hunter that is going to try to take Alaric's place (but he won't because Alaric will always have a special place in our hearts!). Ugh, can't wait until October for the new season.

Well I hoped that you have enjoyed the second chapter and I apologize for the hold up! Review please.

Until next time,

Winternagel44