Hello again! I really have to start out by giving you guys a huuuuuuge thank you for all of your reviews, follows, and favorites. I wasn't expecting nearly the amount of feedback that I got and so again, I really want to thank you guys because it gave me the inspiration to get my butt in gear and get back to writing.

One major think that I noticed from the reviews that kept recurring was that people kept pointing out that Hayley knew Caroline from Mystic Falls. I probably didn't make it obvious enough, or give a big enough indicator, but this story is AU! There are a lot of things that are the same to the canon, and this is tied very closely to the current Originals canon. However, again, this is AU. I don't want to give too much away, because all should be revealed in the next chapter about who Caroline really is.

A little bell chimed as he pushed open the door and stepped into Le Sort de Sorcière, a shop not too far from the edge of the Quarter. Immediately he was assaulted with a multitude of different herbal scents that his head began spinning, delirious from the onslaught of strong aromas. It took him a moment to gain his composure before he pressed on and turned the corner to the back of the shop where the owner stood behind the counter.

The owner was an older woman, probably pushing her upper sixties; her age was quite apparent-her skin was like dark, tanned leather, with wrinkles that pushed at the corners of her eyes. "Klaus Mikaelson," she immediately recognized him. "What might I ask brings you in today?"

She smiled headstrong like she was greeting a regular customer and not the harbinger of her doom. It was actually a quite admirable quality, one that was very rare and he saw less and less of. Even he with his blackened cold heart could respect this woman, just from that smile.

"I am in need of a witch." He hated witches, more than any other creature. It wasn't their nature, or even the people themselves, but rather his reliance on them that was so annoying. It seemed like he couldn't make it through any battle without having to call in a favor, or rather threaten their annihilation for compliance.

Her smile didn't waver as she resumed what she had been doing before he'd walked in, which was grinding up herbs in a mortar with a red marble pestle. The scent of herbs rejuvenated in the air once more, and he attributed the vile smell to what she was mixing. Sometimes sensitive noses backfired.

"You're looking for your brother I assume."

He took a few steps closer, a slight threat evident in his stance as shock took over his features. How had she known his intentions? It must mean that she already knew of Elijah's disappearance, and most likely his whereabouts. "I imagine that my mother has him tucked away somewhere and I would like to know where." Now, the word was left unsaid, but his patience, or lack there of, was infamous in the Quarter.

She reached out and grabbed an amethyst pendulum, swinging it back and forth over the mortar with concentration. "The original witch does indeed have your brother, but that is the least of your worries Mr. Mikaelson." The ground herbs began floating around the pendulum, that was now glowing a bright purple.

His hands reached out to the counter top and gripped down hard, creating contusions in the tile slab. "What do you mean witch? What could possibly concern me more than my brother's safe return?" He was indeed irritated, but at the same time, he was also curious. A part of him was certain that this witch was manipulating him, but the other part, the even more paranoid half needed to know what new threat he need concern himself with.

"Many witches have unique gifts, most of which are hereditary and bloodline based. I am what we call a Seer. I can see the past, the present, and even glimpses of the future. That is how I knew you would be coming in today," she said and outstretched the pendulum to him. "It's also how I knew you would be needing this."

Not wanting to take it just in case it was a trap, he couldn't help but ask, "What is it?"

She pulled it back, shaking her head at his paranoia. "The original witch has something in her possession, a special weapon you could call it." He wanted to rip out her throat from how vague she was being. "This stone will reveal the weapon when it is near."

He narrowed his eyes at the now dull pendulum and then back up at the witch. "What is this weapon and why should I take your word for it?" By nature he was a cautious man, and he couldn't afford to blindly trust another witch after the moonstone crisis. For some reason, however, he felt that believing this woman could end up in his favor.

She obviously suppressed a laugh at his expense which made him feel the urge to growl in frustration. "I can't make you trust me, nor can I reveal to you what this weapon is, but let's just say that you surviving is in my best interest." Her smile widened as she once more tried to offer him the stone.

He stared at it for what seemed like minutes, weighing the consequences. He hated witchcraft for reasons like this. One silly little stone could be a trap, even a catalyst leading to his own demise. It could, however, also be as the witch said and help reveal this new weapon of his mother's.

At the end of his internal war, he found himself reaching for the purple stone bound at the end of a silver chain. "Just know that if anything goes wrong, and I find out that you've lied to me, I will kill you and everything you've ever cared about." His infamous smirk now stretched across his face.

He had to give her a little bit of credit, because her smile didn't waver in fear like he'd anticipated. Without another word from either of them, he left the shop and found himself walking aimlessly deeper into the Quarter.

Stuffing the stone in his pocket, and pulling out his cellphone, he listened to all of the voice mails and read the few missed text messages. He had one voice mail from Hayley, asking where he was and asking about Elijah. Another voice mail was from Marcel, asking for him to come to the younger vampire's hideout on the outskirts of town. A few other voice mails were from business associates and miniscule vampires asking for favors.

The only voice mail of interest was from Camille asking him to meet her at Rousseau's later for what he could only assume was a date. He couldn't face her though. Not right now at least. Not after last night.

It was true that he had a soft spot for the brave bartender, but it wasn't in the way that he knew she was yearning for. He'd been caught up in the moment after her nearly being killed yesterday. That moment, when Mikael was ready to kill her brought back a plethora of emotions and memories that he'd thought he'd long since buried.

A memory of a strong woman, filled with light and purity, flashed in his thoughts only momentarily before he forced it down. He couldn't afford to think of her right now. He'd spent the better part of the night and the morning already thinking of nothing but her and drowning in his sorrow, locked away in his study trying to recapture her beauty.

Caroline.

He felt his chest tighten and his lungs lose all air. Why did she still haunt him? Why couldn't he move on? It's been almost a century and he still can't find a way to escape the pain. Deep down, he knew that he never would. "Forever is a long time."

Aaaaand the end of Chapter 2! Finally got to look in on our main man heartthrob. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Please leave me a review because they make me so happy and thanks again for reading. :3