So here is Chapter 2! I promise you that I will not be able to keep posting a chapter a day. I wish! I will post them as often as I can! This one is a little longer, but also has more Klaus/Caroline interaction! Let me know what you think! If you have any questions or suggestions I would love to hear them!

Klaus shuffled down the stairs to see his sister Rebecca, looking utterly disgusted and confused by the crowd of young women surrounding her. She noticed him coming down the stairs quickly set her glare upon him, "ah, Nik, I see you've upped your record number of guests."

"Yes, sister, well let's just say that it was necessary."

"Oh," Rebecca mock-sighed "having a little trouble down there?" She taunted. "It's alright Nik, you are getting quite old. . ."

"Not for that." Klaus growled between clenched teeth. He sighed, "let's begin," he said in the direction of the girls. "Line up."

He turned to see that all had complied—all except one. There sat Caroline Forbes, stubbornly sipping on her coffee. He flashed next to her. "I said, line up," he whispered menacingly in her ear.

He felt her body tense with fear, but she held her ground. "I heard you. I think first you ought to explain to us why we are here."

"I was just about to explain to the group." He growled, grabbing her by her hair and dragging her to the line. "Ah, thank you for joining us," he mocked her, smirking as she rubbed her head.

"Before I explain, there are a few of you I'd like to send home." He saw Caroline sigh in relief, believing that her defiance had landed her a ride home. He pointed to each of the 9 girls, making sure to keep his eyes on Caroline the whole time, as she calculated his every move.

A maid rushed through the line, collecting the discarded girls and taking them to pack their things and out the front door. "The rest of you are here because one of you is fated to make me the most powerful man on this earth, even more powerful that I already am."

"How?" He heard Caroline's annoying voice break through from somewhere in the line.

"I will be doing the talking!" He yelled, then gained his composure. He had thought this over last night, he reminded himself that in order to figure out which girl was the one to give him power, he needed to get to know them, figure out which one he would be—interested in. "There will be a ball thrown here in the house tonight, I will send a maid up to help you get ready. Until then I guess," he looked around the house, hoping that there was someone around who could help him—he didn't know how to get to know people, especially girls—"I should learn your names."

The girls rattled off their names, Caroline's stuck out to him especially, as he realized that he could no longer call her That Annoying One in his head. He sent the girls off, anger at Caroline's defiance filling his head. He turned, to see Rebecca and his older brother Elijah sitting at the long mahogany table, smiling up at him. "I could use a drink." He smirked. One of the maids came in, as if on cue, and offered her neck to him. Klaus leaned down and drank, not realizing that Caroling hovered just at the edge of the stairs, watching him.

"Becca, you'll send out invitations for the ball I have planned for tonight." When she pouted at him in return, he added "oh, come on, I know how much you love to throw a party."

Rebecca got up and walked out of the room, already talking about invitation designs, her dress, and other party details to her self. She planned to send invitations to the whole town, Klaus may have his girls to choose from, but Rebecca was still lonely, wanting someone to give her a more human life, through love. This party could give her the perfect chance to introduce herself and her family to the town. As long as Klaus was on his best behavior.

Klaus drew in his breath. Rebecca certainly didn't do subtle. The ballroom was decorated with gold everywhere, girls twirled on the dance floor, their dresses flowing lightly with their movements. Klaus picked out a few of the girls who he saw as the most intriguing. He slowly descended the stairs, meeting a young girl at the bottom of the stairs. "Sara, may I have this dance?" He asked, noticing the girls reaction to his voice and touch. She was beginning to warm up to him. They all were.

He danced with several of the girls, going through the motions of civility. He was in the middle of a dance with one of the girls—Grace, he thought her name was—when he noticed Caroline dancing with a boy across the room. He finished his dance with Grace, never taking his eyes off of Caroline. He watched her blue dress slide along her body as she danced, and could not help but picture the movements of her perfect body. When the song ended he bowed to Grace and made a bee line towards Caroline. "May I have this dance?" he whispered in her ear from behind her.

She turned, glaring at him with anger, but accepted. He pulled her close, closer than he had any other girl, but didn't realize it. "You look stunning, Caroline," he whispered, his lips tickling her ear.

She didn't know what to say, she simply stared into his eyes, noticing their beautiful blue. He smiled down at her, "I've been trying to entertain my other guests, and yet I can't keep my eyes off of you." He leaned towards her, and as Caroline realized his intent to kiss her, she gasped. The image of his lips on the maid's neck flashed into her mind. She moved her lips to his ear this time, whispering "I know what you are."

He sucked in his breath, trying to maintain his composure. How much does she know? he thought frantically. It could be nothing at all. "And what might that be, love? Amazingly charming?" He smiled, watching her face scan his, trying not to notice the beauty of her eyes.

"A vampire." She said, her voice shaking slightly, but she remained in his arms, dancing expertly as they stared at one another, each refusing to show their fear.