A/N – hey guys here is the second half of the first chapter. I am currently working on the second chapter, and it will be up all in one piece. Please Please Review or PM me. I love feedback.

As Caroline arrived at the airport she was busy trying to create Kelly Williamson, what would she act like, dress like, where would she travel? She sat down in the waiting area, watching people board and depart on planes. Amber had been all flowing skirt and peasant tops, but she felt Kelly would be edgier, darker, and spunkier.

A pair of tourist caught her attention; something about them reminded her of herself and Stefan. Suddenly a memory popped in her head. It was a small moment in all the moment that they had shared but something about it felt right. It was from when no emotions Elena had thrown that party at the Salvatore's house. The words "Look at her she having fun and we could all use a little fun" screamed in her mind and in that instant she knew exactly who Kelly would be. She picked up a new outfit from the designer store in the airport. Prada she decided Kelly was going to be Prada girl, in the ladies room she riffled through her supply of hair dyes and contact lens. Deciding on a color she had never dared to use before, she began the process of becoming someone new. 45 minutes and one dead bathroom attendant later Amber Hansen was gone and Kelly Williamson was born.

As she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror she caught sight of the dead woman, who had walked in at precisely the wrong moment, and she had no choice. If Markos was truly zeroing in on her, she couldn't afford to leave any lose ends.

"Sorry" she whispered to the dead woman.

Killing people still bothered her, it was part of herself she had yet to lose. Over time she had become more and more okay with the idea but only as a necessary evil to surviving, and she always tried to make it as quick and painless as possible. She arranged the body to look like it was occupying a stall; no one would realize the woman was missing until long after she boarded a new flight.

Giving herself one last look in the mirror, she took in Kelly, blue black hair, brown eyes, black pencil skirt, burnt orange lace low cut halter that showed enough cleavage to attract attention but not enough to look trashy or cheap. Killer stilettos and leather jacket finished off the new outfit. It was a look that said classy daring sex appeal.

"What do you think Bon" she asked aloud knowing Bonnie couldn't and wouldn't answer.

Applying a thick layer of black eye liner she laughed imaging her best friend's response. If only the blonde cheerleader she had once been could see her now.

She looked over the departing flights. What would Kelly think was fun? Something with a night life, where a party could be found every night of the week. Money was no obstacle, she had taken care of that problem 10 years ago with an act, she didn't need nor want to think about ever again.

Amsterdam...she finally decided. Kelly's new home would be Amsterdam. Pulling the burn phone from her duffle bag, she placed a single phone call.

"Care?" Elena's voice came over the line.

"Amsterdam" was all Caroline replied, her heart breaking as she heard her best friend's voice.

"Alright love you" there was the slightest crack in Elena's voice, that told Caroline this conversation was just as hard for Elena as it was her.

"Love you too" Caroline said hanging up the phone.

Catching a tear before it fell. Fun she thought she most definitely needed some fun.

She had been in Amsterdam for close to 6 months now, and every night was a party. Kelly was a trust fund kid who lived to have a drink in her hand and a guy drooling at her feet. As the dreams of Klaus grew more intense so did her partying avoiding sleep until it was absolutely necessary. She lived in a pent house suite. She took a page out of the book of Katherine, and compelled all her new "friends" not to know who she was unless she was with them. She was a regular at the hottest clubs, whose owners she compelled to always let her drink for free. Kelly's life was a distraction from the torment of her dreams and the constant fear that Markos was closing in. After 6 months she wasn't sure why he hasn't made his move yet, maybe he was waiting for the day the amulet would arrive in her care. Two birds, one stone. If he got her and the amulet he would be that much closer to completing his master plan. The amulet contained all of the traveler's magic, and with her he would be one step closer to Bonnie.

Bonnie held the key to the one thing Markos needed unlock the magic trapped within the amulet. Any day at any time Damon could call to pass the amulet to her. When they fled they created a different order for passing the amulet along. Making it less likely that if one of them was caught the person who location they knew would be the person with the amulet. Damon would pass to her, she to Matt, Matt to Stefan, Stefan to Elena, Elena to Tyler, Tyler to Damon. Each person passed it on after an undisclosed amount of time. After Tyler died Elena and Damon, who as far as she knew were still on the run together watched over the amulet as a pair keeping it longer than most. She wasn't sure Damon even had possession of the amulet right now but then again that was the point. Still the phone call could come, and she would send a compelled human to retrieve it from another human Damon had compelled in a location of Damon's choosing. It was another move they had taken from the Katherine Pierce playbook.

In the beginning they had actually met up in person to pass off the amulet, but after a close call, where Markos had brunt an entire English hamlet to the ground less than 6 hours after Stefan had passed the amulet off into Elena's care, they had started compelling people. That had been 19 years ago. The longest she had ever kept the amulet had been three years, she had been Ashley Wainscott at the time. Studying at Oxford, she had basically hidden away in their library for four years. It had always bothered her that she had never had a chance at completing her higher education. In those four years she mastered every language she could, preparing herself for the world. Learning customs and cultures so she could better blend in.

After tonight's dream of Klaus and that day in the woods there was no way she was going back to sleep. She needed a distraction. Perhaps someone with blonde hair and blue eyes would do the trick.