Klaus watched the woman in the room with interest. He knew only one thing and cared for only that one: This woman was not Caroline.

Oh, she looked like his Caroline, smelt like his Caroline and even sounded like his Caroline (but he really, really did not appreciate her high-pitched shrieks). However one look at her behavior and he imediatly realized that this was not the girl he fell for more than 40 years ago. So, that begged the question: who was she?

In less than a second his hand wrapped around her neck and she was chocking while tears were rolling down her face.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Where is Caroline?" he asked, getting closer and closer to a feral growl.

The girl was shaking from head to toe, but she seemed to know what was good for her because she opened her mouth to answer:

"I am Caroline... Who..." she never finished her question, ending it instead with a pathetic whimper.

Klaus wondered for a moment what he should do, but in the end decided that he should let her go. As soon as his hand was unwrapped from her neck the girl jumped back as far as possible, like a rabbid caught into a trap. A silent cry shuddered her body and she was looking at him like a deer looks at the hunter. And, despite knowing that this was not the woman he loved, it still somehow hurt Klaus.

She didn't seem very threatening, he mused. In fact, considering her attitudine it seemed that she was more clueless than him about what was going on. Phearps a gentler aproach would be better.

"Caroline" he called her, watching carefully her reaction.

First she flinched and it seemed as if she would cry once more, but the Forbes courage took over and she looked at him straight in the eyes:

"Yes?"

Her answer sounded more like a question, as if she was unsure of her own name.

Klaus looked at her feeling completly lost. For the first time in decades he was without Caroline, even if said woman was in the same room with him (because he was starting to believe that this was actually Catoline. He knew her good enough to realize that).

"Please let me go, please" she begged and he was stunned by the vilnerability behind her words. Caroline never begged, and yet...

Suddenly a question popped into his mind and even though it made no sense, he asked her anyway:

"How old are you, Caroline?"

Hello, lovely readers. Here is chapter two. Please excuse any gramatical mistakes, English is not my first lanhuage. Also, I have a question about Bonnie's pairing. The options are:

Enzo

Elijah

Marcel

Let me know who she should be with in a review (you can choose ONLY from this 3 options). Till next time,

Artemis