Caroline woke up in a strange room just as the Sun rose. Despite how it came and landed on her face in patchy, faint streaks, the room she was in was already light. This was, she noticed, due to how the wall to her left appeared to have been replaced with floor-length windows.

The rest of the walls were decorated in a textured, chocolate coloured wallpaper. In front of her, a chest of draws in sleek, dark wood sat below an enormous television. The bed she was in equally large; easily big enough to sleep four people. She was wrapped in a thick, crème duvet, and propped up on matching pillows. Hazily, she stretched out, feeling her body wake up. But it was she didn't feel that brought her to her senses; where was Klaus? The first night they shared a bed, still unaccustomed to not sleeping alone, Caroline stretched out with such vigour she nearly pushed him clean out of bed and on to the floor. The memory brought a smile to her face.

She sat up, her head instantly fuzzy; how long had she slept last night? It dawned on her that she must have been in a hotel room, as the room was excessively luxurious, yet still quite small. She glanced to her right, and found a large glass of blood on the bed side table, accompanied by a note.

Ignoring the blood, she snatched up the note, labelled 'Caroline' in his small, slanted script. Inside, it read;

Morning, love.

I've popped out to get some necessary items, but I will be back soon.

My love, Niklaus

PS: Welcome to Las Vegas

Caroline could only imagine what items Klaus listed as 'necessary', but she had to reread the note three times to clock on.

Las Vegas.

She was in Las Vegas.

He head snapped round to the window. Quickly throwing on another of Klaus's disgarded shirts, she skipped to the window. The Sun was fully risen, and she gasped as she realised that she was, indeed, looking down at the city of Las Vegas.

A wave of vertigo made her realise she was looking down at it from quite a height. The dusty sunlight covered the street below her, a few cars left trundling along for boring, morning duties. She'd seen pictures of Vegas in the night, lit up like a Christmas tree, but she'd never have imagined how beautiful it was by day.

"You know, they say, in certain circles, that Las Vegas and New York are the Vampire Cities."

A familiar British accent caused her to turn around. "And why is that?"

Klaus smiled at her warmly. "What other places only truly come alive when the Sun goes down?"

Caroline beamed at him, running towards him, and jumping on him. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she kissed him. Something hit the floor with a gentle thud and his hands came up to hold her.

When she pulled away, she rested her forehead on his, smiling.

He grinned at her, almost laughing. She looked at him quizzically.

"You've stolen my shirt again."

"Yeah, well, it was that or give a whole new meaning to Las Vegas strip." she laughed. He laughed with her.

"I love it on you." he muttered in between more kisses. "I love you."

Caroline paused, the last couple of weeks replaying in her mind like a bizarre film. She saw Tyler's heartbroken face again, she saw her mum staring at her in disbelief and Elena and Damon looking down on her like she was a naïve little school girl... but then she saw the smile that played across Klaus's face every morning when he first opened his eyes to her, she felt his kisses, heard his voice that once filled her with dread, and now brought only comfort and joy.

It took less than a second for Caroline to realise. "I love you too, Klaus."

It turned out the extremely vital items Klaus needed was clothes for Caroline.

"This is Las Vegas!" he said happily. "We better dress for the occasion. I have three, very important things for us to do, so I have bought you three ideal outfits."

Caroline sighed at him as he rummaged through one of the bags. "Ah, yes. This is tonight's." He handed her a large shopping bag.

She peeked inside and gasped at the contents. She could only imagine the places she was going in that.

"You're so good to me." she said sweetly to him. "Thank you, so much."

"Well, I have my own incentive for buying you lovely clothes." he grinned mischievously.

"Oh yeah, what's that?"

"I get to take them off you later."

They spent the rest of the day lounging around the hotel. By 10am, the sun was out in spectacular glory. It made the pool shimmer like sapphires, danced off the many windows of the building in blinding streaks and warmed Caroline to her core. Klaus had told her that as a vampire, she would no longer enjoy swimming, a warning she had flatly ignored.

Diving into the pool, she was greeted by a highly uncomfortable feeling that reminded her of how a cat must feel in the rain. Still, she was determined to prove him wrong so she did a few lengths then floated on her back to wave at him.

She grinned and shook his head as she beckoned him into the pool. "Not a chance." he mouthed at her.

She gave in eventually, drying herself off and laying down in a sun lounger next to him.

"Can vampires tan?" she whispered to him.

"No, but we burn easily."

She snorted in laughter. "So, what are tonight's plans?"

"A friend of mine owns a club on the strip, called Sang Lune..."

"Blood Moon?" she said quizzically.

He looked surprised. "You speak French?"

"Quite well." she said proudly.

"Well, yes. Sang Lune is... different to any other club you may know of."

"How so?"

He smiled mischievously at her.