A/N: Just letting you guys know that you are all amazing! I seriously can't thank you enough. As for this chapter, I'll only say that I wrote it late at night. If it at all seems confusing, I apologize. I haven't been able to fully edit it yet. Just too excited to post it :D

**EDITED

Chapter 3: I'll Find Myself Today

I will never know
myself until I do this on my own.
And I will never feel
anything else until my wounds are healed.

I will never be
anything till I break away from me.
I will break away.
I'll find myself today.

"We're not staying there for a whole week," Enzo groaned, glaring back at Caroline through his rear-view mirror. Caroline just so happened to be cramming in the last of her luggage into the car's compact trunk. They had made a quick stop at her house to pick up a few of her belongings, at her request, before they traveled down to Atlanta together.

In order to safely recover Stefan from the Travelers, Caroline had agreed to go along with Enzo to locate and dispose of Stefan's last known doppelganger. Unfortunately, Stefan was not allowed to leave from the Travelers' watch until the job was done.

"And what if we can't find him?" Caroline snapped as she slammed the trunk's door closed - a little too hard as a small crack formed on the back window.

Enzo watched her in dismay, tightly closed his eyes while pinching the bridge of his nose eyes with his thumb and fore finger. "The Travelers are detaining Stefan to keep track of his doppelganger for us, remember? And this is a new car. Try to have a little decency."

Caroline opened the passenger door and leapt inside. "Talk about decency - you stole it! I was perfectly fine with taking my car, but here we are!"

"Easy now. We have a seven hour drive ahead of us, so let's try to at least pretend to like one another."

Caroline huffed in protest but knew she would have to get used to him, at least, for now.

Over the course of their late night to early morning drive, Enzo gradually began to reveal more about his unknown past and share stories of his time confined to Wes's lab, including the repulsive things Wes experimented on Damon and him for several years. Caroline could only listen to his words, disheartened that anyone, even Damon, should have to go through what Enzo was detailing to her.

"Sounds like something Damon would do," Caroline mumbled to Enzo's retelling of how Damon left him to burn in his cell.

Enzo merely chuckled to her comment. "He is a monster," Enzo said. It was something the two could agree on.

Out of nowhere, and after Enzo had finished speaking, Caroline suddenly began to fell incredibly nauseous and drowsy. Ever since being turned into a vampire, she had never once felt particularly fatigued, especially out of the blue like how she felt now. This feeling could only be compared to being drugged with vervain, minus the excruciating pain part. She placed her palm on her forehead and leaned against the window.

Enzo eventually glanced over at her. "Everything all right, Blondie?"

"Yeah, just feeling a little drained for some reason. Do you think we could stop and get - ?"

"No." Enzo quickly cut her off. "Time is a luxury that we do not have, especially for sporadic stops."

"I just – I don't know what's happening," Caroline said, her voice becoming muddled. "I could just pass out right now."

Enzo heaved out a loud sigh. "For goodness sake, Sweetheart, just sleep and rest your eyes for now, or something." He paused before scoffing, "And how are you even tired?"

"I don't know." She closed her eyes for a few moments and instantly felt a luring to sleep. She quickly opened her eyes - something did not feel right about this at all.

"Do you need a bite?" Enzo asked, subtly. "There are blood bags are in the back -"

"No, this is different. We need to stop."

Enzo's fingers drummed against the stirring wheel for a few moments before he spoke. "Fine. Where?"

As they were passing by a sign for the city of Jefferson, a billboard listing a coffee house suddenly appeared on a list with other various fast food stops.

"There," Caroline instructed, pointing to the sign.

"As you wish," Enzo said, clearly irritated, as he signaled over and turned off the interstate.

They drove for a little over a mile until they reached the coffee house. Caroline slowly exited the car, finding it now difficult to even move much less stand. She did not understand what was happening to her.

Enzo then dashed over to Caroline's side. He helped her walk inside the coffee house and guided her take a seat on one of the empty couches near the front as he went up to order her a drink.

Caroline sat upright on the couch. However, the couch felt incredibly comfortable. Lying down on her side couldn't hurt, could it? Giving in, Caroline lowered her tiring body and let the large couch cushions engulf her mass. She didn't think she'd ever felt so at peace and comforted as she did now. She closed her eyes drifted to sleep.

"Dead eye, please. And make it quick, would you?" Enzo ordered through the means of compulsion and impatiently waited at the counter. He glanced back over at Caroline who must have been lying fully on the couch since her body wasn't visible to him anymore. He tapped his foot on the ground. Perhaps he should mix blood in with her drink.

The barista then returned with a cup in hand and Enzo quickly snatched it from her and headed back over to Caroline. He rounded the end of the couch to look down at her, but she was gone. Instead, resting in her place on the center of the couch was a gold coin.

Caroline abruptly woke, cheeks reddening at the fact that she just fell asleep in a coffee house during the morning hours. She casually sat up straight and stretched her arms as a cool breeze whirled across her skin. The steady breeze felt pleasant since the air seemed warmer than usual.

All it took was another second for Caroline to snap out of her serene daze. She was outside now. Why on Earth was she outside? And, instead of the comfortable couch she recalled, she was now sitting on a green chair around a white circular table.

Caroline quickly looked around her to gather her surroundings. She was sitting under an enormous green and white canopy awning that provided shade from the sun. She was also not alone - there were other people under the awning, all eating and drinking at different tables that were close by. But her presence there did not seem to startle them.

Shocked and becoming more concerned, Caroline stood up and exited the café, leading herself out and into the morning sun. Her eyes raked around the streets, expecting to find Enzo somewhere, but he was nowhere to be seen. She glanced back up at the green and white canopy of the café she just came from.

She mouthed the text etched on the side of the canopy: "Café Du Monde – The Original Coffee Stand"

What the hell?

She turned around to face the street again and let out a loud chuckle. "All right, Enzo! You got me! I promise not to fall asleep again. Let's just get going. I'm feeling much better now!" She yelled out to the crowd of people flocking in all sorts of directions on the street.

Why are there so many people?! Caroline questioned.

However, there was no response from Enzo. A few bystanders did give her a bizarre look as they passed by, but made no attempt to address her.

Caroline's grin began to falter, so she took out her cell phone and called Enzo directly. She dialed his number and waited, however, her phone gave her an error message that her service had been terminated and needed to be reactivated.

"Seriously? Urgh!" She grunted, shoving her phone in her back pocket. She turned in the opposite direction, but her sharp eyes immediately halted on a sign about 50 meters away. It was an old, wooden, historical sign, with nothing remarkably special about it, but the top two words in bold writing stood out like a sore thumb. A really sore thumb.

New Orleans, the sign read.

Caroline walked towards the sign, hoping her vision was perhaps betraying her.

"No," She whispered.

Maybe she was still worn-out from before, and she did just pass out for no apparent reason only to wake up in another location. But that sounded crazy. Impossible, even. She was now only a foot away from the sign, and she continued to stare at the text: New Orleans.

"No, no, no!" She clutched her head with both hands. She turned back around to face the overpopulated street.

This had to be some prank, or maybe even a dream. Her mind simply refused to believe she could be in New Orleans, of all places. But the smell of the clammy lake air and the calm wind on her skin felt all too real. This was no dream. She narrowed her eyes, coming to terms with her prior, ridiculous theory that Enzo was doing this just to get back at her.

Caroline finally elected to sit down on the sidewalk in front of the despicable sign that had sent her mind spinning. Behind the sign was a large tree that shaded the entire area around it, including the area where she sat. But the sun was still low.

In an attempt to calm her nerves, Caroline decided to eavesdrop on the locals and find out exactly where she was. But only after a few moments of gathering cluttered information, she realized that she was, in fact, in New Orleans. More specifically, the French Quarter district of the city.

Ever since spotting the New Orleans sign, Caroline had been pushing one thought into the deep, dark corners of her mind - not even allowing it to be considered. She knew very well that he was living somewhere in this annoying city. But she couldn't go to him for help. He had to be avoided at all costs, she decided.

Caroline finally had enough of sitting around and walked over to a tourist by the looks of her outfit and the camera wrapped around her neck.

Caroline stopped the girl in her tracks and looked into her eyes. "Everything is all right. Give me your cell phone," Caroline compelled.

"Sure, here you go." The girl smiled brightly, handing her phone eagerly over to Caroline.

Caroline quickly dialed Enzo's number.

He answered after the first ring. "Hello?" He sounded a bit out of breath.

"Enzo, it's me!" She cried into the phone.

"Caroline?! Where in the bloody hell are you?!" He barked, causing Caroline to raise the phone away from her ear. "I've been searching all over for ten minutes now. I was about to tear this poor excuse of a coffee house into shreds."

"Whoa, wait. What do you mean?" Caroline interrupted.

"I mean I was about to kill every –"

"Wait, hold on," She cut in again. "Are you still at the coffee house we stopped at?" She paused, biting down on her lip. "Are you still in Georgia?"

"I wasn't about to leave without you, even though you think it's real mature to wander off wherever your little heart desires. We have a plan to stick to, remember? The Travelers won't be amused to hear about this. Now, tell me where you are so we can get back on schedule." He demanded, exasperated.

Caroline sighed, looking up at the sky. "Enzo, I think I'm in New Orleans."

There was a pause for a few moments. Caroline could even sense the disbelief coming from Enzo through the phone.

"Stop playing games. Where are you?"

She knew he didn't believe her. But how could he when she didn't believe it herself. How was it even realistically possible to travel another seven, almost eight hours in just a moment? Not even a vampire would be remotely capable of that. Plus, she had been asleep while whatever it was had happened.

"I know it sounds crazy, but can't you hear everyone around me?" She asked. Her voice was filled with fear as she was finally grasping the reality of her own situation. "I mean, I thought I fell asleep on a couch in some coffee house, but I woke up at this weird café outside at a table, and alone. I don't know what's going on. And it's all really starting to freak me out." She breathed heavily.

There was another long pause.

"Well, wherever you bloody are, can you get a ride to Atlanta?" Enzo finally asked.

Caroline's eyes flickered at the thought. "Yeah, I should be able to. No problem."

"Good. I don't know what's going on, Blondie, but let's meet up in Atlanta, and then we can try to figure things out. What do you say?" Enzo asked, seeming to defuse a little.

"Sounds like a plan! I'll call you when I find a way out."

"Hurry, time is of the essence." He repeated his line from the previous night.

Caroline hung up the girl's phone. The girl had been patiently waiting for her to finish. Caroline faced the girl and said, "You are going to let me keep this phone, go buy yourself a new one, and forget this ever happened."

The girl suddenly blinked like she just woke up from a dream. "Pardon me," The girl said, walking away from Caroline in the opposite direction.

Caroline smirked and headed down the street, searching for someone who could get her out of this chaotic place. She eyed up a young man who was getting into his large truck parked on the side of the street. Caroline rushed over to him.

"Hey!" Caroline shouted out to the boy.

When the boy realized that he was being called on, he turned around to look at Caroline. "Can I help you?" He asked, uncertain.

"As a matter of fact, yes, you can. You are going to drive me to Atlanta right now, no questions asked. Got it?" Caroline compelled.

"Uh, y-yeah, sure. Get in." He responded, mindlessly, gesturing to the truck's door.

Caroline bounced in the passenger's side and dialed Enzo's number as the boy took his place behind the wheel.

"Guess who just found herself a ride to Atlanta?" Caroline sang into the phone, practically jumping in her seat with delight.

"Well, considering that you're a vampire, I'm sure it came as no difficult task for you."

"Hey, I can be persuasive on my own, thank you very much."

As Caroline and Enzo spoke, the boy drove north towards the interstate to go over Lake Pontchartrain. The truck was stopped at a stop sign at the French Quarter's border. As the road was clear of traffic, the boy slowly eased off the brakes and continued to drive forward.

However, the truck came to a screeching halt mid-way through the intersection, and Caroline was painfully strained to drop the phone from her hands as an invisible force began to crush her at her legs. The truck was only pushing her harder from behind into this invisible wall.

"Stop! Back up, back up!" Caroline shouted to the boy. She had both hands up in the air trying to push off the wall as the truck was fighting back, pushing her closer and closer into it, nearly crushing her to death.

At Caroline's demand, the boy instantly let off the gas and put the truck in reverse. Caroline suddenly relaxed back into her seat as the force and pain was now gone. She reached down to pick the phone off the floor.

"Enzo, there's a problem. Let me call you back."

The boy parked the truck at the side of the street, allowing Caroline to get out. She walked up to the stop sign they were previously at. She raised her hands in the air, trying to feel the invisible wall. A few steps out after the stop sign, she finally felt it.

"What is going on?" She yelled, running her hand along the boundary wall.

"Is everything…" The boy began, but stopped. His eyes widened with alarm. "I can't ask any questions!"

Caroline rolled her eyes and turned around to face him. "Just get out of here and forget about this and our conversation."

The boy did as Caroline instructed while she continued to follow along the magical wall with her hands. She followed it for several blocks until she encountered another wall in the direction she was headed. This caused her to head back down south to where she previously was when she had woken up. She continued to follow that segment of the wall, and after some time of encountering another wall, it had led her back to the stop sign where she first clashed with it.

Caroline gasped, figuring everything out. She was boxed in by the boundary spell - confined to the French Quarter. She would not be leaving anytime soon.

"What do you mean?" Enzo asked.

"I mean, some witch has me locked in the French Quarter!" Caroline snapped, pacing angrily in a circle on the sidewalk.

"Are you sure? Didn't anyone ever tell you that the world doesn't revolve around you? Maybe the witch has it up for other vampires in the area?

"How would I know? Urgh, I don't know what to do. I just want to go home," Caroline moaned. "Maybe… maybe this might have something to do with why I'm here in the first place. I mean, what are the odds?"

Enzo sighed. "I'm not sure. But here's the plan: I'm going to go take care of this doppelganger business while you try to figure out what's going on. When I'm done, I'll drive down there."

Caroline thought about it for a moment, but she soon realized that she might as well save Enzo the time and do some digging as to why there was a boundary spell up in the first place. And, more importantly, why she is trapped in it. She half expected to be greeted by a witch by now, and be told by them of their terrible, evil plans for her. But there was literally no one.

"Fine," She agreed. "Just hurry."

They both hung up. Caroline went to sit down on a nearby bench and called Stefan. After filling him in with all the major details, he seemed to be just as confused as Enzo was at first.

"So wait, let me get this right. You fell asleep in Georgia and then woke up in Louisiana?" He asked, baffled.

"That's right, Stefan."

"How is that even possible?" He contemplated. "Do you think it has anything to do with K –?"

"I don't know." Caroline quickly jolted in, not wanting to hear his name or even think about him. Too many feelings, she thought. This did, however, make her think of the message that was sent early in the morning. Could any of this be connected? Nothing was making any sense.

She decided not to tell Stefan about that little mishap.

"Well, Care, as much as I hate to admit it, I think he's your best option. You're in New Orleans, there's a boundary spell up, and let's not forget you were somehow…teleported, for lack of a better word. I don't even know how that's possible. This isn't just coincidence, and there are definitely witches involved." He paused for a moment. "And, let's face it, Klaus would be the safest place for you to be right now. I really doubt that he would be behind this."

Caroline closed her eyes as she took in Stefan's thoughtful insight of the situation and hearing Klaus's name. Her heart fluttered for a moment. Although, she couldn't be sure if Klaus was or wasn't behind her situation.

"Yeah, but." She began, not able to find the words to oppose him. She knew he was right. "Of course, this would be happening to me." Her voice quivered. For the first time today, she could feel the tears begin to burn in her eyes. "You're in danger and I'm stuck here!"

"Hey, hey, we're all going to be all right," Stefan said in a sterner tone. "If anyone can handle this, it's you. You're one of the strongest people I know, Care. And I'll be fine - I'm sure Enzo has it under control."

"I hope so. Thanks, Stefan." She sniffled.

"Just try not to get into any trouble before Enzo gets there," He said.

"Can't make any promises." She chuckled, smiling once again. "Hey, look, I'll let you know if I find anything out, or whatever. I don't even know where to start, but –" She stopped mid-sentence, and her smile vanished from her face.

"Care?" Stefan asked, agitatedly.

"I guess I'm going with your idea after all." She finally mumbled in a scathing tone into the phone.

"Is it who I think it is?"

Without skipping a beat, Caroline said, "Yep."

"Ah. I'll let you go. Tell him I say 'hi'. Good luck and, please, stay safe," Stefan snickered, hanging up the phone.

How did Stefan think this was even in the least bit funny? He's being tortured by the Travelers, and she was trapped in New Orleans with another evil! Caroline let her hand clutching the phone fall to her lap, never breaking eye contact with the man standing over her.

"Hello, love."

A/N: Finally! Tbc.