"The right thing at the wrong time is the wrong thing." - Joshua Harris

It was all anyone could talk about. The house deep in the woods that was being renovated. Rumors flew around saying that some new family was moving in and that it was a lone man who was moving into the house. Elena payed no mind to the rumors knowing that whoever was moving into the house was probably moving into their sleepy little town in order to get some peace and quiet.

"Elena!"

Elena turned her head to see her Aunt Jenna sitting in the living room with the TV on full blast. "Could you be a dear and get the casserole out of the oven for me?" She said, her eyes glued to the screen. Elena looked down at the trig homework that she had just been burning holes into and rose from the kitchen table.

"Sure." Elena made he way over to the oven and looked down at the casserole. Jenna was not the best cook, and from what she could gather the casserole was supposed to be some green and gold thing. Elena took it out of the oven and placed it on the countertop.

"Aw it looks funny," Jenna said as she walked into the kitchen. Elena let a small smile tick up at her lips. "And I thought it would come out looking nice because I followed the recipe to the T."

"Somehow you always manage to make it come out a little odd looking," Elena said with a soft laugh. "What is it supposed to be anyways?"

"It is supposed to be a green bean casserole with bread crumbs on top, but we don't have nay bread right now so I used Corn Flakes." Elena gave a laugh at the pout that was on Jenna's face. Elena sighed as she went back to her homework laid out across the table and shoved everything into her backpack. Elena gathered her backpack in her arms and left Jenna to mourn the remnants of her green bean casserole all by herself.

When she got to the safety of her room, Elena left the facade drop. It was hard, being happy and smiling all the time when she felt as if someone had punched her in the chest. She did not tell anyone, but every day it was getting harder and harder to wake up.

If only she had not gone out that night. Then maybe her parents would still be with her. She felt a knot growing in her throat and no matter how hard she tried she could not make it shrink. Elena felt as though the world was closing in on her. She slid down to the ground, her back against the closed door. Elena felt the first of many sobs become ripped from her throat.

When the first tear made its way down her face, she knew that she had lost thing battle. The sobs were ripping out of her and the tears were coming full force. She could do nothing more than be washed away by this tide of sadness.

More than anything she wanted her parents by her side, she wanted to eat a home cooked meal from her mom and trade jokes with her dad over silly things. She wanted the life she had before that fateful night. She wanted nothing more than to be a regular teen again. But she couldn't take back what happened. She couldn't reverse time and fix her mistakes and that was what hurt the most. She couldn't fix what had happened that night, the fact that her parents died and she survived.

Elena wiped her eyes and looked to her backpack. She needed a distraction, something to bring her out of the slump of bad thoughts and misery. She grabbed the trig homework that had been giving her so much trouble and settled in at her desk. She turned on the light and stared into her textbook.

School had become her solace. Her grades had never been better than what they were now. It was mindless, just remembering the problems and how to solve them. It was easy for her to exist at school. It was something that took up time and distracted her from the aching wound in her chest.

Elena looked over the words in her trig homework and then referenced them with the notes that she had in her notebook. The problem that she had before looked a lot less daunting now. Elena tackled the problem with single minded abandon.

He smelled them before he saw them.

Klaus could smell the cheap perfume that some of the women were wearing and the food that they brought with them. Caroline patted down his henley and Klaus sighed through his nose, taking in the scent of bad perfume and slightly burnt casseroles. Caroline graced him with a smile.

"You know we could always not let them inside," Carolina said as she looked up at him with those big blue eyes. A chuckle rose within him and Klaus shook his head.

"We need to ingratiate ourselves with the rabble if we want to get the doppelgänger, love," Klaus said with a sigh through his teeth. Caroline gave a small laugh and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Something warm blossomed deep in his belly and Klaus grabbed her before she could get away and planted a hard kiss on her lips. Caroline responded exactly the way that he expected her too with that wild abandon that told Klaus that she was all in with him. When they pulled away the doorbell rang once and the two of them shared a look. "You were always better with guests than I have, love."

Caroline rolled her eyes at that, but still pulled herself from his arms and made her way to the door. With a quick flick of her wrist, the door went flying open and Caroline had her hostess face painted on.

"Hello," Caroline started in that way that made her sound so innocent and young. Klaus wanted to grab her and spend the rest of the night ravaging her when she spoke like that. Klaus tried to stop his libido from rising up.

One of the women, a brunette with laugh lines and crows feet smiled at Caroline and held a plate full of cookies. "Oh, well, me and the ladies were just in this part of town and we just had to stop by and welcome you to the town of Mystic Falls."

"Oh my, well isn't that sweet," Caroline drawled. The woman offered her the plate of cookies and Caroline took it in her hands. It wasn't like they were going to eat them, well Kol might.

"I'm Carol Lockwood. My husband is Richard Lockwood, the mayor of the Mystic Falls," the woman said with a practiced grin. Klaus knew a baring of teeth when he saw one. Carol was the ring leader and probably thought that by mentioning her husband that she was establishing a pecking order of some sort. But Klaus knew his girl. He knew that she could never back down from an obvious statement like that.

Caroline's face stayed plastered with the same cashmere smile, baring her own fangs. She opened the door wider and Klaus made himself scare. Let Caroline deal with the machinations of the women and their talk.

Caroline escorted the women into the house and watched as they all cooed and simpered at the polished floors of the foyer and the buttresses that were placed by the foot of the stairs. Carol looked around her eyes scanning the foyer. She was looking around in that way that someone did when they were trying to show that they were not impressed. Her arms were folded in front of her chest and her feet were planted in the ground. Carol gave a few short twists of her neck very much unlike the lallygagging that the others were doing.

Caroline let the smile on her face grow. "Let me show you all to the kitchen," Caroline said with a sweep of her arm. The women all cluttered together and Caroline guided down the hallway to the kitchen.

In the confined space of the hallway Caroline could hear every breath that they took, the sound of their hearts pumping blood through their bodies. Caroline timed her breaths with the beats of one of the hearts.

She was so hungry. She could feel the veins underneath her eyes start to protrude. When was the last time she had eaten? She ate a jogger this morning, but the blood was bitter with the adrenaline pumping through their veins. Caroline liked her meals a little less bitter.

"So what exactly does a girl like you have to do to get a house like this?" And like that, Caroline's hunger was forgotten. The veins receded from her face, sinking under her skin once more and Caroline turned with a smile on her face.

"Oh, I don't really do much. I'm just a college student. It's my husband who is the one who provides all this for me." Caroline waved a hand at all the finery that decorated the house.

Klaus couldn't decorated a house if someone held him at stake point. All the decorations were all her. She was the one that made this house a home and made the place bearable. If it was up to him everything would be covered in tarps and the only rooms that would have decoration would be his art room and his bedroom.

"Husband? Oh dear, but you're so young!" Another old hen clucked. Caroline smiled wider.

"We were high school sweethearts. Sometimes I feel like I've known him for longer." Caroline's grim became bigger if that was even possible. "After high school we got together and then the rest is history."

The kitchen was a grande thing, all white countertops and cupboards. The backsplash was washed in blues, grays, and whites, and the sub zero fridge made no sound as Caroline opened it and poured glasses of lemonade for her guests.

"And what does the husband do to afford such a beautiful home?' Carol asked as she took a glass of lemonade. Caroline tilted her head.

This woman just loved to pry and pry didn't she? She was trying to find fault in the story that she was telling, trying to make Caroline out to be some sort of liar. But Caroline had centuries of experience compared to this small woman.

"My boyfriend is an artist. Some of his work is sold in galleries while most are in private collectors," Caroline said, looking Carol Lockwood dead in the eye. The tow shared a terse staring contest. Carol looked away first.

Caroline opened her mouth to say something else, but the doorbell rang again. Caroline set her lips into a smile again.

"Feel free to enjoy the lemonade ladies while I go and check who's at the door," Caroline said. She turned and stalked to the door and whipped it open.

She knew that the doppelgänger was going to look like Katerina. Klaus had told her that the newest Petrova was going to be the spitting image of Katerina, but Caroline had to hold in a gasp at how much.

The new doppelgänger had Katerina's pert lips and arched brows. Her hair was the exact shade of chestnut brown that Caroline remembered Katerina's being. Caroline felt her breathing stop in her throat.

"Hello," a short woman with blonde hair came before her. In her arms was another casserole. Her arms were outstretched, offering the casserole to Caroline. "I'm Jenna. This is my niece Elena. We just wanted to stop by and welcome you to the town."

Caroline could barely take her eyes off the doppelgänger but she did just before her staring became noticeable. She settled her shoulders, which had tensed without her knowing, and looked at the blonde woman, gracing her with her winning smile.

"Of course. Why don't you come inside. I was just learning about the town with some of the other ladies over drinks," Caroline said, opening the door wider. Jenna walked inside and Elena followed after her. Caroline was quick to scan her body from the way that she held herself down to the pin on the lapel of her jacket.

"Whitmore? I am going to attend there!" Caroline said. "They have a great journalism program that I am looking forward to!"

"You're going to Whitmore?" Elena asked.

Caroline nodded her head. God, even their voices sounded the same. "I'm commuting to the school because I just moved, but it'd be nice to have a friend on campus."

Elena sent a tentative smile her way. "I can show you around if you want?"

"That sounds amazing." Caroline said. Oh this would be easy.

The house was imposing, Bonnie would give it that. It was a large white plantation style home, that was spotless from head to toe. The lawn was manicured and well taken care of and the flowers that bloomed on the pathway to the house were in season. Everything about this house was spotless.

It was wrong.

Bonnie could not shake the sense of wrongness that the house. It was like something in the house was just wrong. The way that it sat, the way the windows shone. It was all wrong. The sense of wrongness did nothing but get worse and worse the closer that Grams and Bonnie neared the house. Bonnie couldn't help but grip the tray of cookies closer to her chest.

"At least they had the decency to make sure we don't see their dinner," Grams muttered under her breath. Bonnie wanted to ask what she meant when she said that but Grams went ahead and rang the doorbell.

It was in a matter of moments that a blonde woman opened the door. Her hair was stick straight and blonde with platinum highlights. She looked down their nose at the two of them and sniffed. Bonnie wanted to be upset at the auction but she was bowled over by the sense of wrong that the woman exuded. Everything about the house and the girl was perfect, not a thing out of place, but they were just wrong.

Bonnie couldn't put her finger on what was so wrong with them.

"Welcome," the girl said, with a smile. The girl's smile wasn't practiced. It looked more like a sneer. Bonnie gave a small smile back and walked into the house.

The house was just as immaculate as the outside, with rich colors and Art Deco stylings that had Bonnie's eyes riveting from one place to another. The girl, still with that sneer on her face, offered her hand.

"I'm Rebekah Mikaelson." Bonnie reached out to grabbed her hand. The moment that their skin touched a zinging was sent up Bonnie's spine.

Wrong.

It was pure instinct. Something was wrong. Bonnie snatched her hand away with a hitch in her breath. She looked into Rebekah's blue eyes, but she still had that grin on her face. Bonnie looked back at her Grams, but Grams simply took the cookies from her hands and gave Bonnie a wan smile.

"Why don't you go and take a breather outside? Find Elena," Grams said.

Wrong. The sense of wrongness still had not let her. Her heart was stuttering in her chest and her hands shook at her sides. Grams made a shooing gesture with her hand and Bonnie was sent skittering outside.

Wrong. This place was wrong. That girl was wrong. Everything was wrong. This place… She shouldn't be here. Bonnie pressed her hands to her chest. What was wrong with this place? Why was she so scared?

Danger. That was what was wrong with this place. This place, these people were dangerous. But why were they so dangerous. Bonnie sucked a breath in through her nose and out through her mouth. This was ridiculous. There was nothing dangerous, nothing wrong with these people.

She was overreacting and probably offended the girl inside. Bonnie slapped a hand to her mouth. Rebekah! Oh she must have thought that Bonnie was rude or something with the way that she snatched her hand away like Rebekah had the plague. Bonnie turned, determined to apologize, but smacked into a wall of body.

Bonnie was sent tumbling back on her butt. "Oh sorry," the man said as he offered her a hand. Bonnie took it and was assault with the sense of… not wrongness.

She looked up into the brown eyes and tousled hair of a man that she did not know. His hand in hers did not feel warm, but out of the wrongness that she had felt since coming to this house, anything was surely better. Bonnie rose from the ground her hand still in the man's hand.

"Sorry for bumping into you," Bonnie said, brushing off any debris from her back and butt.

"No problem. It is always nice to bump into a cute girl," the man said with a wink. Bonnie felt her face become warm. The man was handsome. He was a little taller than she was with brown eyes and hair that shone in the afternoon light. She tried to think of something witty to say, but her eyes caught sight of the luggage bags that he was carrying.

"Moving in?" she asked looking at the bags. They were embossed with designer labels that Bonnie didn't even know existed. The man looked at his bags and shrugged.

"My brother wants all of us to be together. Something that hasn't been done in a while. I'm excited to see what mischief my family can get up to this time," the man said with a tilt to his lips. It wasn't exactly a smile, but it wasn't a frown either. The man seemed to be glowing with excitement from where he stood. Bonnie smiled.

"I'm Bonnie." She shoved her hand out. The man looked down at it and his lips finally twisted up into a smile. He gripped her hand and brought it close to his lips.

"Kol," he murmured before he pressed a kiss to her hand. Bonnie felt all the blood rush to her head. Kol was attractive and now he was kissing her hand. She was almost swooning where she stood.

"Bonnie!"

Bonnie turned her head and saw her Grams standing in front of the door. Her face was cold, but her eyes were glowing with fire. She marched over to where Bonnie and Kol stood. Bonnie dropped her hand quickly. Grams was with them in a matter of moments.

"I think it is time that we leave," Grams said without even giving Kol a glance. Bonnie's brow furrowed. They just got here and Grams wanted to leave already? She knew that Grams always had her own plans and expectations, but what was wrong with lingering around the house a little longer. Bonnie's eyes connected with Kol's again and he gave her a beautiful smile.

"Well I'll let you ladies leave. No need to keep you," Kol said. He grabbed his bags and began to walk down the path to the house. Kol tossed Bonnie a look over his shoulder and said, "I hope to see you around Bonnie." And then he was gone as quick as he arrived.

Grams gripped Bonnie's shoulders and escorted her to the car. Once they were both inside, Grams let out a breath like she could finally breathe for the first time. Grams looked tired and Bonnie felt a seed of worry sprout in her.

"Grams?" she asked.

"I need you to stay away from this family," Grams said. She put the key in the ignition and turned it, bringing their car rumbling to life. "I need you to promise me that you won't get involved with this family."

"What? Grams what are you talking about?" Bonnie started. While the house and the people felt wrong, that was probably just jitters or something. There was nothing wrong with that family and they had done nothing to warrant the warning from Grams. "Did they do something to you?"

"No, Bonnie. I just don't want you becoming more involved with that family okay. They are bad seeds."

Bad seeds. Bonnie had been hearing about that since she was young. Bad seeds were just people were corrupted to the root. They were simply bad. Grams had told her the story of bad seeds over and over again, but had never used it to describe a person in town before. Bonnie's words stalled in her throat.

Grams gripped the steering wheel. "Just don't get involved with them. I'm telling you this to protect you. Don't interact with them especially Kol," she said with a cutting look to the house. Grams looked as though she wanted to burn the house down and salt the earth. But Bonnie just tilted her head and looked at the house.

Wrong. The house was wrong and the people who lived inside the house were wrong, but Kol wasn't like that. He didn't send her senses tingling with the need to leave. Bonnie still nodded her head.

"Okay Grams," she said. Grams' grip relaxed on the steering wheel and she eased the car into drive.

"Good." Then they eased out the driveway of the house of wrong and into the trees where everything felt right.

Author's Note: Yes, I am alive and I have not abandoned this story. I have some news that I want to share with you all! I'm publishing a book! My book is currently going through the process of final edits and then it will be all nice and shiny and ready for the public. I wanted to extend the offer that some of you, if you are interest of course, to get my book early and be able to read through it. All that I ask is that you leave an honest review of your opinion on it on Goodreads. Let me know if you're interested by sending me a Direct Message and I will put you down on the list!

In other news, TVD and TO have long since ended and this story will continue. I have plans written out for this and I intend to follow them through. This is only part two of three parts that I intend this story to have! Anyway, why is Kol the only one that Bonnie doesn't feel is wrong. What do the Mikaelson's have planned. Where is Katherine? Find out in the next chapter!