Sorry it took so long to update and if you haven't noticed, I decided to continue this story. I know the prologue was a bit sketchy but that's the whole reason why I did it. Hope you understand.

There's going to be a longer Author Note at the bottom and I'm sorry I couldn't answer your questions cause I hate giving out spoilers so be patient with me.

Oh, and I want to thank Klaroline-fantasies for the amazing cover. I love it so much and I hope you do to.

So without further or do, enjoy...

CHAPTER 1 - Lost Love

I'm alive.

Klaus awoke with a gasp. He looked around, half expecting to see the blonde of his dreams around but found the room empty. Beads of sweats were forming on his forehead and he couldn't help but feel disappointed that it was just another dream-another dream of her. He'd been having this kind of dreams for a while now. The scenes were always different but the main idea stayed the same; she kept asking him for help and telling him things that didn't make sense. Half the time he hadn't realized he'd been dreaming-like what happened just now-until he'd woken up in his own bed. It felt too real to be just a dream though.

But of course it wasn't real. Caroline Forbes had been dead for the past six years, in the hand of the first immortal being, Silas. After all these time, he still felt guilty about it although he knew there was nothing he could have done to save her. Silas was stronger than him, more manipulative, more vicious and unlike him, the Original Salvatore doppelgänger had nothing to lose.

A hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality and he jerked away before looking down at the blonde human who was curled up to his side. Camille looked him through her sleepy eyes, sending him a questioning look. He ran a hand through his hair, he couldn't believe he'd let her sleep in his bed again.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked, trying to sit up and leaned against the headboard.

He shrugged. "It's nothing. You should go back to sleep, love." She was already here anyway so he might as well let her sleep until morning but he didn't intent on letting her sleep in his bed again. He always felt guilty at times like this, not necessarily to Camille but to Caroline, he knew it was weird but somehow even when she was gone, she still held some sort of hold on him. He still felt guilty of having a woman in his bed who wasn't Caroline.

Camille reached out to him but this time he shrugged out of her grasp before getting up to grab the glass of scotch he'd left at the dresser. He needed to get Caroline out of his head, he knew it was impossible but alcohol did help sometimes. He caught Camille studying him from a few moments before she sighed. He never did talk about these things with her but he was sure she'd connected some dots. She knew he was having nightmares and knew about the girl from his past, but she didn't know who she was or what happened to her. He didn't feel like talking about Caroline after everything that had happened and thankfully Camille hadn't asked about anything.

"Are you coming?" She asked quietly.

He looked at her, trying to figure out what she meant when he saw she held open the covers. She was trying to get him back to bed. God knows he didn't feel like falling back to sleep after dreaming about Caroline. He usually drew the scenes from his dreams and her. It distracted him for a while and let him keep tracks of how often he got dreams about her. The last dream he'd was almost two years ago until it started again last week. He didn't know what triggered it but he didn't think it was an important matter, now he suspected there was something off about the whole thing. He'd consult one of his witches tomorrow; surely they'd have some sort of answer. What was the point of being the King of the supernatural when you can't have them at your beck and call?

He realized Camille was still looking at him with a hopeful expression and he couldn't help but feel annoyed. He didn't do what people want him to do. Sure he liked her but his feeling for Caroline went deeper than that and he wanted to keep some part of Caroline alive.

"Why don't you go ahead, I have some things I need to do," he said quickly before making his way to the door.

"In two in the morning? Come on, let's just go to bed and talk about it in the morning."

He stared at her as if she'd said something crazy and she did. "There's nothing to talk about, love"

She smiled at him although he could see the smile was tense. "Of course there is. I know you're still grieving about her. I don't know who she is but she's still on your mind." She brushed the loose strand of blonde hair from her face. "The best way to deal with it is to talk about it, Klaus. Let it go. I think you're-"she continued but he'd cut her off.

"Now you're trying to psychoanalyze me again, Camille." He downed the rest of his drink before turning back to her, rage burning inside him. "How many times have I told you not to do that?"

"Why are you so afraid of me knowing what you're thinking?" she asked quietly.

He slammed his glass back down. How did things go wrong so fast? "I'm not afraid of anything," he said devensively.

"Maybe the only way I could connect with you is through your mind. I need to at least understand how your mind works before I could understand you. We've been together for years Klaus! And what little personal information I know about you aren't enough. I know you're so private but I am too and you know almost everything about me. Give me the same courtesy of knowing you."

His stare suddenly turned cold as he looked straight to Camille's eyes, the rage building inside him was ready to explode. "Then maybe you shouldn't try to connect with me; then maybe we've been too close," he said as he walked to the door.

The blonde noticed where he was going and she tried to soothe him. "Klaus, come on. It's late," Camille said again, this time pleading.

He was not known for controlling his temper and he suddenly felt like he wanted to snap. He turned toward her, anger boiling inside him as he realized she was trying to make him do things she wanted. No way was she going to boss him around. "Yes, love, it is late isn't it, and don't you have that class tomorrow? I would hate to hold you up so maybe you should get back to your apartment."

She looked taken aback. Surely she knew how foul his mood was after this 'nightmares' and she'd pushed his buttons not less than five minutes ago, she should understood. He always felt useless and powerless when he saw Caroline. He hadn't been able to save her after all. She narrowed her eyes at him before getting up. "Fine, I have to meet Angeline for lunch anyway." She said as she went around his room in search of her clothes. She put on her black dress and heels before storming out if his room without a second glance at him. He sighed, his anger somehow simmering. He hadn't meant to upset her yet what did she expect from him? He was Klaus Mikaelson. The only person he'd shown his softer side was a dead girl and he'd no intention of letting anyone back in to his heart, he already knew how that ended anyway.

He went down the stairs after he heard Camille started the engine of her car and went straight to his studio. He grabbed an old journal with brown leather cover and started to sketch. The first was the scene what looked like Bourbon Street with a certain blonde in the middle of crowd, her smile wide, her curls bouncing on her shoulders and he tried to sketch her dress as detailed as he could remember. She looked like an angel and she'd blown his mind away, then again, when did she ever stop to amaze him?

The second one he did a close up of how she looked like. He could never get her smile right, it was too perfect, too pure and the way those blue eyes shone always left him to wonder how she found everything exciting. She was the closest thing to perfection he had ever seen. Her curls were like gold threads, her body could rival a goddess's and creamy skin felt like silk in his hands. If only he was talented enough to accentuate those highlights about her in his drawings.

He kept sketching and sketching until everything he remembered about that dream was recorded on the journal. When he finished it was almost dawn but he didn't care. He came back to his bedroom with a smile on his face. Drawing her could make him feel calm even for only a moment. He relished in that feeling as sleep succumbed him.

After a couple more hours of sleep, he went downstairs to find everyone was already in the kitchen. His bratty little sister Rebekah was sitting at the breakfast bar eating pancakes and syrup accompanied by the none other Damon Salvatore with what he could only assumed scotch laced with blood in his hand, Kol with his cereals and some unknown brunette next to him at the kitchen island. At least the witches weren't around; he already had a surprisingly annoying headache to deal with, without those nasty people gawking at his every move.

"Good morning, Nik," Rebekah greeted.

He just looked at her before glaring at the man next to her. "I see you've let the unwelcome guest back to my home; I do hope you have a pretty convincing argument, little sister."

Damon chuckled and he was getting more annoyed at that. He'd he said anything funny? "You seemed rather grumpy, Klaus."

"He's just having those kinds of dreams, I guess," Kol chimed in. Oh how much he wanted to snap his brother's neck at that moment.

"What dream?" Damon asked.

"Oh you know..." Kol trailed off, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Rebekah groaned. "Ew much? We're eating breakfast!"

Damon and his annoying brother laughed while Rebekah made a face. In some occasions, he liked having his siblings and their significant others around, it kept him from feeling lonely but on other occasions, they were too annoying to handle and he wanted to dagger them all.

As if on cue, one of his human maids came in with an apron. "Mr. Mikaelson, what would you like to eat, sir?"

"Just the blood bag, love," he said before turning back to his family who was still discussing about men 'dreams'. Unlike his weird siblings, he didn't eat real food for breakfast, it was a humane thing to do anyway and blood already sated his hunger.

The girl smiled before retreating back to the back door, the place where his many maids worked and lived. It kept them away from his vampire guests if he invited some. She returned with his blood bag before he acknowledged his siblings again.

"Now, what are your plans for today?" He asked his little sister who looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Since when do you care?" She shot back.

He stared her down. "Just be a nice little Rebekah and answer my question."

"I don't know, Nik. Shopping, I guess," she answered nonchalantly.

He nodded. "Well don't be late. We have family dinner tonight and Jean-Paul is coming," he reminded her.

"I know," Rebekah answered with an eye roll.

"Who's Jean-Paul?" Damon asked curiously.

He stared at the older Salvatore for a moment before shooting Rebekah a look. He never trusted the older Salvatore so he'd no intention of telling him about his friends. "None of your business," he said simply.

Kol laughed all of a sudden and they all stared at him. Damon threw him a look but before he could say anything, Kol cut in. "Don't you want to know what I plan on doing today, Nik?" Kol asked amused.

"No," he said sternly.

Damon smirked. "Do share, Kol."

"I don't know, Nik. Going to the bar, I guess," Kol answered, imitating Rebekah's voice.

"Surprise, surprise. Kol Mikaelson going to the bar, I sure hope they've done inventory by now," Rebekah mocked.

Klaus sipped his blood bag, watching the little fight between his siblings. They were still acting like children again. If only Elijah was here to straighten them out, then again, they never did listened to his older brother. Never had he thought that after a thousand years they'd still be like this but he was wrong. They never changed.

"You should get going, Rebekah. Don't want to be late for the sales," Kol mocked as Rebekah threw him a glare.

She shot up with Damon in tow before exiting the kitchen. "Oh yeah, Nik, Elijah called, he's looking for you."

"I'll give him a call later," he said uninterested before he stood up. "I guess I'll see you at dinner."

Kol looked at him questioningly. "And where are you going, brother?"

"Business," he simply stated.

He exited the kitchen and flashed to his office. It was well past eleven and he'd a conference meeting with one of the CEO at one of the company he owned. He could be the big bad Original Hybrid but he did own a few major companies to keep his family loaded.

A couple of hours flew by before he finished the last call. A knock came in the door and he heard his cell phone rang behind the door. "You may come in," he called out.

Maya, his maid came in with said cell phone. It was one of his personal line that only his family knew. He glanced at the screen before answering. "To what do I owe the pleasure of getting a call from you, Elijah?"

"Hello to you too, Niklaus."

"The Original vampire who has been 'gone' for four months suddenly calls me? I do hope you come bearing good news," he mocked.

He heard Elijah chuckled and a snort that could only come from none other the doppelgänger, Katerina Petrova. "I didn't know I should keep in touch, I do apologize for that, brother," he said.

"And we do have good news," Katerina added.

"Hello, Katerina. I do hope you haven't corrupted my brother," he said with a smirk.

He heard her snort once again. "He's the one corrupting me!"

"You won't believe what we found," Elijah suddenly said, a hint of excitement in his tone though he wondered what could possibly excite Elijah.

"Stop hitting around the bush and just say it, dear brother," he growled.

"Now that wouldn't be fun would it?" Elijah asked. "Why don't you come down to Mystic Falls and find out by yourself?"

Klaus froze. Mystic Falls? He hadn't been there since... "Is that where you've been hiding?" He asked though his voice sounded strained and full of emotions.

Thankfully Elijah didn't sound like he noticed. "No, we just got here. This place has it charms and Katerina and I thought it would be appropriate to visit the quaint little town."

"Could you just tell me what's this about? I'm not wasting my time to go on a trip that means no importance."

Elijah paused. He wondered what kept his brother from telling him what the matter was before he heard his voice once again.

"It's about Caroline Forbes," Elijah simply stated.

He looked at the phone in his hands as if it had personally insulted him. His brains starting working as he contemplated on what Elijah had just told him. Caroline? That's impossible, she's dead. Then again, his curiosity got the best of him and he heard himself saying, "I'll be down there tomorrow."

I just want to thank you all who follow, favorite and reviewed this story. I didn't think you guys gonna love it but I'm glad that you did. Some people might think that my I've just started Blue Butterfly and everything so I shouldn't be doing another story but this story had been bugging me to write it and I promise it won't change my focus on my stories. I do have to apologize if the upcoming updates are going to take too long because I'm graduating school this year and there's so much things I need to do and the stress so I hope you understand.

So, no direct Klaroline yet and don't worry there will be sooner or later. This story is going to progress faster from now and we'll be seeing familiar faces soon enough so don't forget to follow this story if you're interested cause it's going to be a roller coaster ride from here.

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Xoxo, Ems