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~~Introductions~~

Caroline stared at the man sitting beside her. He was tall, apparently lean but the display of his able muscular hands under the sleeves of his shirt confirmed her he was an able bodied person. He folded up the sleeves of his brown silk shirt to his elbows and smiled at her, and she noticed he had beautiful curved lips and a pair of devilish dimples. His gold curls came down to his forehead, and his eyes gleamed as he caught her staring at him.

He could melt hearts of young girls without any effort. Caroline mused averting her gaze.

"Thank yo for helping me." She said in a low voice.

"Are you sick?" He leaned down and inhaled, as though filling himself with her fragrance. The idea shivered her. "You were not looking very well."

She was not well. It was the bright lights of the club, the loud noise, the smoke and alcohol. Allergies were not the only diseases afflicting pain to her. She was seven years old when the problems with her heart and lungs were detected, and now the production of blood in her body was going down.

But those were not the things you say to a stranger, even when the stranger doesn't feel like a stranger.

"I am fine now," she muttered. "Are you new in this town? Because I never saw you before."

The man nodded. "I am here looking for someone." He kept his eyes locked to her face.

Caroline started blushing.

"Do you know everyone in this town?"

She nodded to his question and adjusted herself to the bench they were sitting. He had let her down from his lap when she was conscious again. Surprisingly, Caroline was already missing the touch of his skin.

"My mother is the Sheriff."

"Come," he rose and extended his hand to her. "You should see your doctor. You are not so well."

"I told you I am fine now. Can you please sit here with me for a while?"

He stared at her and sat near to her, resting a hand behind her so that he could hold her whenever she felt sick.

"You are just as amazing as I imagined you would be."

"What?" Caroline looked at him startled. "You imagined me?"

"The sheriff's daughter must know that acting innocent to the man she had tormented for a long while by haunting his dreams-in a pleasurable way- is strictly illegal." He uttered each word playfully; she felt the satiny feeling on her ears and skin when he did so.

"Oh, is there any punishment?" She raised her eyebrows and reacted naively.

"Yes, there is punishment." He leaned in gently tugging her towards himself, his hands held hers and her fingers entwined with his. His lips descends to hers and grazed her lower lips. "A kiss would do."

She parted her lips slightly and he took that as an invitation. In an instant he was devouring her and she was exploring his mouth. There tongues touched each other, played with each other, and they felt the ecstasy rising rapidly.

When they broke the kiss, Caroline felt she was never so healthy and able before. She heard her friends coming for her.

"I have to go." She stood up and said quietly savoring his taste in her mouth. "If we meet again, what shall I call you?"

"Klaus, next time I would like you to call me Klaus."

Caroline smiled. She needed no mirror to see the blush creeping through her skin.

"My name is Caroline, and it was very nice to meet you."

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That night Caroline was tossing and turning in her bed restlessly. There was something she could not point out but she had to know. It was something about her, and the purpose of her life, and her whole existence. It was something very important. She glanced at her cell phone. It's past midnight. She needed to talk to someone. She thought of all the people she could talk with.

Even though Liz knew everything she needed answers with, she could not speak with her in this matter. She decided to call Bonnie.

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"A stranger mysteriously appeared from nowhere, why am I feeling something that is not right?"

Elijah sensed a woman behind him and smirked. His smirk remained the same when he turned his face and set his eyes on the beauty. For a very small instant he felt the land beneath him was changing into a silvery white fluffy floating substance. The woman in her olive skin and large doe eyes looked, as what the humans say, gorgeous. Her waist long dark brown curls were rested on her left shoulder and her hands were crossed against her chest, which made an easy and enticing view of her curves. He made a difficult effort to keep his eyes straight and cold, although he was not sure if his bewilderment was visible in his eyes. The woman in front of him was bewitching him in a way he could not ward off.

"Are you looking for someone?" She asked batting her dark eyelashes.

"I am looking for someone, yes, but I am not sure you'd be able to help me." Elijah said keeping his face from expressing what he was feeling. He was back in the crowded club again, seated in the bar with a drink to enjoy. He eyed the woman curiously.

"You are not alone I suppose?"

The woman laughed and walked directly toward him. "If I said I am, would you be accompanying me for a while?"

"I'd be honored." Elijah smiled after a while. "I am Elijah Mikaelson."

"Katherine Pierce." She extended her hand to him. "Nice meeting you Elijah."

The moment he touched her hand he felt a shock wave running through his systems. It was not the feeling of a beautiful woman's skin, it was something else. An electricity that ran only in the veins of a supernatural creature. She was anything but a human. Elijah raised to his feet.

"What are you?"

"Excuse me?" Katherine raised her eyes.

"Are you trying to pretend as if you hadn't heard me, or failed to follow my question? Either of them are not working Miss Katherine."

"Did you really think I was a lonely girl hitting on the man on the bar because I was bored?" Katherine leaned against the bar counter.

"I asked you first Elijah. Are you looking for someone?"

"My guessing is you already know the answer."

Katherine chuckled. "So the same stands for you."

Elijah noticed another girl who looked exactly like Katherine was following both of them from the mid of the crowd. Her face reminded him of what King Adrian had said. He framed his next question.

"How many of you are here protecting her?"

"That I cannot tell you, the only thing you should know now is that, she is not alone. You will have to prove yourself before we could trust you."

"But you already know everything about us."

"No, we used to know, but for the past eighteen years we've been living a life totally different from what we had once, oblivious of anything else apart from this world. So prove us that you and your people are not corrupted." Someone raised their voice and Katherine waved to the dancing crowd. "I have to leave now. You know what may happen if you try to follow us, or choose to do anything stupid, Don't you?"

A/N: Thank you for the support. I know the starting was a bit confusing, but stay with me. Hopefully you will get all your answers by the next chapters.

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