A/N- I am such a dork I posted the wrong copy of the prologue…Absolutely embarrassing. So sorry guys the first part of this should have been where the prologue ended. I posted the start of chapter 1 to make up for my mistake. Please Please Review or PM me and let me know if you like where this is going.

Half a world way

Caroline was peacefully dreaming, it was a rare occasion over the last 22 years. Most of her dreams were plagued with images of her last days in Mystic Falls or paranoid nightmares of being found. But not tonight, tonight she dreamt of her mother. It was a simple dream she was sitting in the kitchen of her childhood home having coffee with her mom. Laughing, smiling, discussing her childhood memories, and her future at college.

"When are you going to pick a major sweetheart?" Liz smiled

"Mom I already told you I am going to major in communications, did you forget?" Caroline laughed

Liz took her daughter's hand in hers, Liz's eyes filled with deep sadness "You have to make a decision honey, you can't dodge this forever"

Caroline opened her mouth in shock "But mom I already told"

Caroline was cut off by her mom; in the saddest voice Caroline had ever heard Liz said "I didn't raise you to be a runner"

Caroline watched in terror as her mother face turn ashen, and she disintegrated. Her moment of peace had turned into a moment of true horror, as Caroline eyes began to well with tears.

"Mom" Caroline's tear soaked voice called. No answer.

"MOM" She screamed. Only silence answered.

Her eyes searched the kitchen. Nothing. Laying her head down on the kitchen table.

Softly she whispered "Mommy" in the voice of a lonely broken little girl.

"Come home Caroline" she heard a familiar voice say. A voice she had not heard in 22 years.

Caroline's head shot up "Klaus" her voice questioned.

Before her was a figment of Klaus, a sheer transparent version of the man she had known so long ago. He was so faint it was as if he was part of her dream and wasn't all at the same time.

"Come home Caroline" he said again before completely disappearing.

END PROLOGUE.

Chapter 1

6 months later

Bethany practically growled in frustration as she prepared the spell she would be casting for the 6th time. After her first attempted had fail she began casting her spell on the night of the full moon each month, to give the spell extra power and also because let's face it, it was easier to hide something when half your family were wolves.

Her magic had grown exponentially since her first attempt to reach Caroline. On her first three attempts she wasn't sure if the spell had even worked, but on the fourth attempt she felt something click inside her, and instantly she knew the spell had worked. She had contacted Caroline. However almost three months later, still no Caroline. Maybe Caroline was ignoring the message, maybe the message wasn't clearly enough, Bethany wasn't 100% sure. The only thing she did know was she a Mikaelson, and no one defied a Mikaelson for long. So if after this attempt Caroline didn't come home willing, Bethany would find a new way to reach her.

Caroline could feel the bark of the tree scraping against her back, she could feel her legs wrapped around Klaus's lean body. She could feel her body shutter under his roaming hands. She could hear her voice moaning his name. But most of all she could feel his lips. Wandering down the hallow of her neck then back to her lips before moving along her chin line and finally settling just below ear.

Klaus breathlessly whispered the words " Come home Caroline" And then he was gone just like that day in the wood so many years ago, leaving her feeling a loneliness and an emptiness, the likes of which she had never known.

Caroline shot up in bed, her body still trembling. The dreams were getting more and more real, more and more intense. Every night for almost 6 months now she dreamed of Klaus. At first he had only made appearances right before the moment when she awoke but now Klaus dominated almost every moment of her dreams. The dreams were of different times different places, yet always ending exactly the same, with the words "come home Caroline."

Why Klaus? She didn't know, she had not seen him since that day in the woods, three months before they had fled Mystic Falls. Maybe all this hiding had finally made her lose her mind. No. Maybe it was her subconscious telling her, she had made a mistake by not running to Klaus for protection when this all started. She put that thought out of her mind. It didn't matter what her subconscious thought, she refused to drag Klaus into this. She refused to then and she refused to now. Maybe it Markos. Yes that made sense Caroline thought to herself. A new method of torture, a way of flushing her out, of playing on her emotions so she would do
something stupid and reveal herself. Markos was smart enough to know that if sent her images of anyone else she would recognize it as a trap, but Klaus. Well let's face it this wasn't the first time, someone had pretended to be Klaus to lead her into danger.

No matter how bad it got she wouldn't return home, wouldn't allow herself to be caught. Caroline promised herself. Markos could send all the damn dreams he wanted if that was his new game, she would not give in she would not endanger the people she loved. She was Caroline Forbes dammit, or at least she used to be.

While she was awake and to the rest of the world she was Kelly Williamson. To the world Caroline Forbes had died the moment she had left Mystic Falls, for her it had been slightly longer to let that girl go, but now she was only Caroline in her dreams.

The first time she had dreamt of Klaus she had been in Greece living as Amber
Hansen. A quiet girl whose parents had recently died in a tragic car accident, making it seem reasonable that she didn't want to socialize with any of her neighbors. She had dyed her hair red and cut it short to take on the persona. Amber was an all organic kind of girl; she had built herself garden, read books on her front porch at night. It had been a peaceful quiet life for the 6 month before the first dream came.

That first dream had set her on edge she was jittery all day long. Something about it hadn't felt right, something about it was so much worse than her usual nightmares. When Klaus made a second appearance in her dreams that evening, Caroline decide it was time to leave Amber Hansen behind. She hated to lose an identity so quickly, every time she let them go it felt like she lost another piece of herself. Although she had enjoyed the peace and quiet, Amber had given her, what she would hate most about losing Amber was the knowledge that Stefan was somewhere in Egypt. It was the closest the pair had been to each other since their initial run from Mystic Falls.

Stefan had no clue how close she was to him. That was part of the deal they made the day they left. Only one person in the group was allowed to know your approximate location, and if you ever found yourself in the same location as anyone you both immediately had to move on. It was your responsibility to move should you find that the person whose location you kept secret got too close. Egypt was closest Stefan would ever be to her, and she hated losing the small amount of comfort it gave her. She was responsible for Stefan's location. Stefan for Matt's, Matt for Elena's and Damon's, Elena alone knew her location and Damon alone knew Tyler's. Or at least Damon had known Tyler's location before Tyler had been found. Markos had killed Tyler just over 20 years ago. As far as Caroline knew, Tyler was the only member of their group to be found and she refused to be the second.

So she grabbed the duffle bag she kept packed, it contained everything she need to make a quick escape, money, extra clothes, the means to make new identities and an old photo album filled with pictures of her mom her dad, and the entire Mystic Falls gang.

She boarded a plane to Germany, usually she spend months inventing someone
new, that control was the last small part of herself she held onto. There wasn't much she could control these days, but she could at least choose who she became. However right now she didn't have that luxury. The fear that Markos had somehow found her drove her from Greece without any time to plan. On the plane flight to Frankfurt she came up with a name. Kelly Williamson. She liked it; Kelly was common enough to not attract attention, but Williamson reminded her of her dad. Smiling inwardly to herself, she felt like she could be Kelly Williamson for a while something about it was comforting. The fact Williamson sounded like Mikaelson had nothing to do with it she told herself and even if it did it's not like Klaus would ever know she practically stole his last name.