Summary: AU Original Vampire, Caroline Salvatore, will stop at nothing to break her Hybrid curse. Running from their father, Alaric, Stefan and Caroline come across Niklaus and Rebekah Mikaelson in the 1920's. Fearing that they were getting too close, Caroline compels them to forget, and daggers Stefan. Only for the four of them to meet again in 2012.

1920's

As they stepped in the club, they were hit by the overwhelming smell of booze, sweat and blood. Tonight was Gloria's 30th birthday. There was an abundance of gentlemen and dolled up women dressed to the nines. The dance floor was packed with warm bodies as the birthday girl serenaded the crowd.

Caroline looked up at the dark skinned girl on stage and winked. Gloria was her favorite witch after all. Gloria only winked back in response.

"I'm going to get a drink" she said, as she turned around to look at her brother.

Stefan grinned at her and said, "As long as I get that hot little brunette in the corner".

Caroline scoffed at him. "I meant a shot of alcohol, dear brother. I forgot how disagreeable you are when you're being your usual Ripper self".

She could her him chuckling under his breath as she turned around once more and made her to the bar.

"May I buy you a drink, love?"

Caroline whipped her head around to look at the owner of the voice. There stood a tall man with short unruly curly blonde hair and a mischievous set of blue eyes. She smiled at him and said, "Yes, you may".

He smirked at her before taking the available seat next to her.

"Tony, why don't you bring us two shots of whiskey. Neat."

"Well, at least I know I'm in good company tonight. A whiskey man. My kind of my man" she said, her eyes lingering on the dimples at the side of his face.

As the bartender set their drinks down, the man slipped him a few bills in return.

The man nursed his drink in his hand, before taking an initial sip. As the liquor burned his throat, he focused his gaze on the woman beside him. Her drink was left untouched, as he found her gaze staring back.

"Is there a reason why you're not drinking your whiskey, love?" he asked.

"Well, you see, I don't accept drinks from strangers." she cheekily replied.

He threw back his head and let out a throaty laugh as he assessed the blonde beside him. He composed himself for a second and offered her his outstretched hand.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to be rude. My name is Niklaus Mikaelson. You can call me Nik." he said.

As she placed her hand in his, he brought it slowly towards his lips and kissed it.

"Niklaus? That's an odd name." she commented.

"It's a bit old fashioned, I know. I have half the mind to think my parents gave it to me with the sole intention of having it embarrass me in life forever."

"It's not embarrassing at all. I quite like it. Although, if you don't mind, I'd rather call you Klaus. It suits you better." she said, as she clinked her glass against his and taking a sip.

"You don't strike me as the jealous boyfriend type" a feminine voice said, snapping him out his reverie.

Stefan grinned at the source of the interruption.

"She's not my girlfriend" he simply said as he looked at the woman in front of him.

The woman laughed humourlessly as she gave him the once over.

"She's my sister. I just don't appreciate it when creeps try to win her over." he said, his eyes leaving the blond woman in front of him.

She followed his line of sight and laughed once more. He frowned at her.

"What's so funny, babe?" he hissed.

"You. You're what's funny, babe." she replied, with a teasing grin.

"That's new. I must say, I've met a lot of people in life and only a handful would agree with you."

"Well, you must be your brooding vampire self most of the time to leave people with that impression then"

"I wasn't going to say anything, babe, but it seems that you're quite comfortable in calling me out. Let me return the favour." he said as he gestured for a waitress to come closer.

She furrowed her eyebrows at him in confusion as she watched as the waitress stood near to Stefan.

"What's your name, doll?" he asked, addressing the waitress.

The waitress blushed crimson as she leaned forward to the attractive man in his all black suit.

"Na- Nancy" she managed to stutter out, gaining a smirk from Stefan.

The blonde woman scowled at him, not enjoying his diverted attention. She wanted to leave but she was curious as to what his next actions would be.

"Well, Nancy. You and I are going to be great friends." Stefan said, as he produced a switchblade from his pocket. "Don't scream" he said, as he felt his compulsion working on the waitress.

He pulled the waitress closer to him, and returned his attention to the blonde woman across him. He winked at her before steadily grazing Nancy's chest with switchblade.

As the blood slowly poured out of the compelled waitress's chest, the distinct smell of iron caused the blonde woman's face to transform. Her eyes were bloodshot, dark veins under them, as fangs started to protrude in her mouth.

"Now that's an interesting face, babe" he commented smugly as he studied her vampire face.

She scowled at him. She suddenly felt stupid. She felt right into his hands. She willed her face to go back to normal as he dragged his finger across the still bleeding wound and brought it to his mouth.

"You're despicable" she hissed at him.

"I was merely returning the favour, babe. I just wanted to see your real face, and what a stunning face indeed. I'll be seeing you around, Rebekah."

In a flash, he was out of her line of sight, along with the compelled waitress.

Rebekah frowned. She didn't remember giving him her name.

She was having the time of her life, if she was being honest with herself.

"So far we've already covered politics, religion and sex. All of the things that shouldn't really be uttered in polite company." she said with a signature smile.

"Well, on to more mannered subjects then, like how ravishing you look in that dress" he replied, showing her his dimples once more.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were seducing me, Klaus."

"Would it be a problem if I were?"

"Well, let me warn you at least. I'm too smart to be seduced by you."

"Maybe that's why I like you."

She giggled at his response as he continued to wear the boyish grin on his face.

"Caroline. Caroline Salvatore" she said.

He furrowed his brows for a moment, confused by her sudden words before realization hit him.

"I was wondering when I was going to get your name, sweetheart. Caroline. It suits you."

She felt an involuntary shiver run down her body at his mention of her name. In that second, she decided that accent of his was downright sinful to the ears.

"Care for a dance, love? There's only so much whiskey we can consume in this joint."

He offered his hand to her once more. She nodded as she placed her hand in his and allowed him to guide her to the dance floor.

He held her tightly against him as Gloria belted out the lyrics to the song. He could feel her slowly relax in his arms as they weaved through the crowd.

That's when he felt it again.

He had the annoying suspicion of being watched and he didn't like it one bit. He casually scanned the crowd to seek out his observer. They landed on a scowling man with dark green eyes. As he tried to focus on the man's face, he saw miniscule streaks of blood on the corner of his lips.

"What's wrong?" she asked, suddenly aware of his tensed body.

"Another vampire is watching. I don't know him but he looks like trouble" he whispered, aware that they could be heard even from where they were standing.

"Another vampire? So you were aware that I was one. Here I thought we were getting along so well, Klaus" she said, sighing as the music was drawing to a stop.

"I'd like to think we were, sweetheart. I only assumed that you knew I knew. I only used the oldest trick in the book after all."

"And pray tell, what is it?"

"Listening to what isn't there."

She looked at him for a moment before smiling again.

"You are really smart for a baby vampire." she replied.

"And I know better than to comment on a woman's age." he said, smirking.

Caroline laughed at his words. He was definitely interesting.

"Does this other vampire have blonde hair and green eyes?" she asked.

He raised his eyebrow at her before confirming, "Yes. Do you know him?"

"Oh, you're talking about Stefan. He's harmless. I've known him my whole life." she said dismissively, as he twirled her around.

He brought her back into his arms more roughly than he initially intended, as a possessive growl escaped his throat.

"Relax, sweetheart" she said, bringing her hand to gently cup his face. "Stefan's my older brother. He's always been what you call an elitist."

He stared down at the beautiful girl in his arms, and in the first time that night, he felt wary of her.

"I know I said I knew better than to comment on a lady's age, but quite frankly sweetheart, you're starting to worry me. How old are you really?" he asked, finally giving into his curiosity.

Before she could answer him, Stefan suddenly appeared by their side.

"Aren't you going to introduce me, Care?" he asked, as he raised his eyebrow at Klaus.

Caroline untangled herself from Klaus's arms as she straightened herself to address Stefan.

"Stefan, this is Klaus. Klaus, this is my brother, Stefan." she said in vain. She sighed as she gazed at the two men. Neither of them was paying attention to her words, as they were wrapped up in staring the other down.

She cleared her throat to catch her attention, as both men snapped their attention to her.

"Now, now. Play nice, boys. Or else." she said, growling at them.

She was quickly growing tired of this place. Nik had promised her they were only going to be a while. After that waitress stunt earlier, her throat was burning for blood. She scanned the booths for the telltale sign of her brother, and felt her anger rise as she spotted him sitting across the vampire who was responsible for her current bloodlust. She took a few calming breaths before stalking towards their direction.

"I didn't know you had friends in Chicago, Nik" she said. Her voice permeating the conversation currently existing between the three vampires sitting in the dark booth.

All three turned their attention to the blonde woman as she continued to glare at her older brother.

"Bekah, these are Caroline and Stefan. Caroline, Stefan, this is my younger sister, Rebekah."

Stefan smirked at her and moved to accommodate her beside him.

"Pleasure to meet you, Caroline. I wish the same could be said about your brother." she said, as she begrudgingly took the seat beside the psychotic vampire.

Caroline's gaze volleyed between her brother and Rebekah, noting the familiar smugness on Stefan's face and the tenseness in Rebekah's shoulders.

"I'm guessing my dear brother Stefan already introduced himself to you earlier." Caroline said, curious as to the encounter between the two vampires.

"Something like that" Rebekah answered, as if the words were leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

Caroline scowled at Stefan. He looked back at her and merely shrugged, unashamed of his actions.

"Pardon my brother, Rebekah. He's usually more of a gentleman when he's doesn't have his pesky little switch off." Caroline said, before offering a genuine smile to the other blonde across the booth.

"You never told me how you knew my name." she said, willing his attention from the pair across from them. The couple had been engaged in deep conversation for the past hour. It was almost rude how they were completely forgetting they had present company.

He rolled his eyes at her dramatically and said, "I know your name simply because I make it my business to know every vampire in the city that Caroline and I are currently in. Don't think for a second that you're something special, babe."

Stefan took a large gulp of the whiskey that he had been nursing before fully turning towards the blonde beside him. The sight of her made him want to giggle like a schoolgirl. She was definitely seething. She was taking deep breaths to calm herself down.

Rebekah found herself gripping the table until her knuckles turned white. The edge of the table snapped under the pressure as she willed herself to calm down. She realized her mistake when she looked up at him and saw his insufferable smirk taunting her. She felt the rage inside her taking over as she raised the piece of wood and moved to stab Stefan in the neck.

"Uh - uh, babe." Stefan said, as he easily caught the piece of wood in his hands before it met his skin. "Well, that was very rude of you, Rebekah" he said, his eyes no longer holding any humour. "You know how I feel about returning favours, doll." His voice laced with the underlying threat.

Caroline and Klaus had long since stopped their conversation as they both tensed up at the scene before them. Each was poised, ready to help their respective sibling in the scuffle.

"Stefan, stop teasing the girl. I think it's time to go home. If I wanted to witness a bar fight, I would've gone out with Damon." Caroline said, trying to ease the tension.

Stefan relaxed a bit before smiling at the vampires in the booth. "You're right, Care. I think it's time to call it a night." he said as he excused himself out of the booth.

Caroline sighed, releasing the breath that she was unknowingly holding. She raised her eyes to gaze at the Mikaelson siblings sitting in the booth.

Rebekah looked shaken at her encounter with Stefan. Caroline couldn't really fault her for it. Stefan's usually dangerously unpredictable when he's being his old Ripper self. She glanced at Klaus and saw anger in his eyes. Undoubtedly, he had been outraged on Rebekah's behalf. Caroline sighed again. Good ol' Stefan. Leaving his younger sister to do damage control. Again.

"I apologize on behalf of my brother, Rebekah. Don't let tonight be your basis for his character. He just doesn't take well to strangers, especially vampires that we don't know." Caroline said, as she noticed Rebekah started to calm down.

"Next time your brother pulls a stunt like that, his pretty little head will be coming off his shoulder. Brother or not, sweetheart." Klaus said. His voice had been calm, but the fire in his eyes remained.

"As much as I know your juvenile threat is more than justified, I'll have you know that I don't take well to threats, sweetheart. You two are merely baby vampires. You've lived like what? A century? Two centuries? Don't think for a second that you can take on not one, but two Originals." Caroline bit back.

Recognition flooded Nik's face as Caroline's words sunk in. Rebekah gulped, but held her chin up high.

Caroline sighed again. The night was going so well.

"Look, I'm not looking for a fight. I already apologized for Stefan's behavior. We don't need any empty threats from you. I'd really love to see you again, Klaus. And I hope that I can redeem the first impression that my brother left with you, Rebekah. So why don't you two visit us in our house? We'll have some tea and biscuits, like you English, love to have. What do you say?" Caroline asked, silently gauging the siblings' reaction.

It was Rebekah who broke the silence.

"That would be nice, Caroline. We'd love to."

Nik threw her a questioning look and Rebekah only nodded in response.

"Well, I guess we'll be seeing more of each other, sweetheart." he said, as he stood up to make way for Caroline.

Caroline leaned closer to him and adjusted the tie on his suit. She smiled as she notice his eyes linger on her hands.

"I'm looking forward to it, Klaus." she said, as she slipped a paper onto his breast pocket.

She closed the distance between them, her lips ghosting on his. She heard a low growl in his throat and smirked.

"Goodnight, Klaus. Until next time, love." In a flash, she was gone.

Author's Note: It's my first TVD story so please bear with me. They're out of character for a reason, so please be patient. As for the pairings, I just wanted to take my time in creating tension between the two couples. More Klaroline and Stebekah interactions next chapter. Smut warning.

Reviews are very much welcome. Constructive criticism is also welcome. Any prompt requests are also encouraged. I'll use as much as you readers give me. I am here to please you.