Title: the other Mikaelson girl

Pairing: Caroline/Damon: Damon/Elena/Stefan: Damon/Katherine

Rating: M

Warnings: Language, Violence, and Sexual Situations

Alternate History: Caroline, the eldest daughter of the Original family has been on the run from Niklaus since the daggering of Rebekah. But when she receives an interesting call with the promise of finally ending the Hybrid she finds herself in Mystic Falls, faced with a man from her past that she hasn't been able to forget.

Important Note: This chapter is set in "Crying Wolf". The next chapter will include "The Dinner Party" and "The House Guest". Sorry it's so short, but I haven't updated in a while.

Her eyes

She's on the dark side

Neutralize

Every man in sight

Angel, Massive Attack

III

He'd lived long enough to know there was very little luck left in the world, for him. Someone had saved him. Once he'd regained his vision is became apparent that that someone had not been Stefan. Or Elena. They had been planning his rescue when he'd walked through the front door of the boarding house, both visibly shocked to see him in such a perplexed state. The weight of something heavy on his mind as he trekked up to his room.

The smell of…sunshine was his only clue. He had not picked up on it at first, through his disorientation. The pain he had felt, almost crippling. The damage that had been done to him, though, gone within moments of him being freed from his bonds.

The feel of skin. So soft, supple against him. And yet, it left him with sensations that were usually reserved for women like Elena and Katherine. Like a sensory memory, it sparked something within him. And that irritated him. Because the one who had saved him had not been Elena. It had been an unknown. Maybe they'd had been one of the wolves experiencing a change of heart, maybe a new player to the game of vampire versus werewolf chess. Whoever it was, he was left with an underwhelming feeling of gratitude.

"Who sprung your cage?" Stefan asked once Elena had returned home and they were finally alone.

Damon looked away from the glass of bourbon he'd been cradling in his hand. His countenance sobered. "I have no idea."

Elijah had left for the Historical Society Tea Party, urging her to remain hidden. And it was not that she did not wish to heed her brother's warnings but…truthfully, she was beginning to feel like the little sister who followed her big brother blindly, again. She had already gone through this with Niklaus. And what had it cost her? A dead sister.

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Chicago, 1922

"What are you smiling about?" The blond inquired as Nik and Bekah returned that night from Gloria's. The younger woman could not contain the radiant glow from her countenance as she fell into the loveseat beside her sister.

"I've met a boy, Caroline." The woman said with a satisfied grin.

Caroline's lips quirked forming a halfhearted smile. She was happy for her baby sister. With all their years of running…hiding, it was a pleasant turn of events for her to have found someone to occupy her time with. She opened her mouth to begin her barrage of questions, the usual: who is he? Is he attractive? Is he human?

"A real ripper," Nik interjected with a similar expression. He stood in the doorway leading into his bedroom, arms crossed over his chest. "Charming lad."

The blond looked from her sister to Niklaus. It was strange to see that even he appeared to have taken a liking to the man who'd come in and swept Bekah off her feet. It reminded her of the Damon…she suppressed a shiver at simply the thought of his name. He made her feel things she hadn't felt in over a century. Love…or something very close to it. Because the moment he was on her mind it was very hard to think of anything else.

"He makes Nik look like a gentle pup." Rebekah said with a grin, running a hand through her locks of hair.

"Maybe he can teach our brother a thing or two," Caroline chimed in, amusement in her voice. The love she felt between her and her siblings was different than what she shared with the Salvatore. With them, they knew everything about her; they shared the bond of blood and took care of one another. They stayed together, as one. Elijah had fallen…exiled from Niklaus' sight after Katerina's escape.

"And where have you been sister?" Nik asked after the blonds' shared laughter at his expense.

Caroline rolled her eyes, sliding from her seat and sauntering over to the room exiting out into the study. "I went for a quick bite."

The hybrid narrowed his gaze, orbs flickering across her countenance for a silent moment. "Keep out of trouble, Caroline. We wouldn't want father finding us, now would we?"

Her back stiffened. Mikael…her father…the man that killed her mother. The same man who had branded them Originals. To see him again would mean certain death. She turned her head, returning Niklaus' stare with an intensity of her own. There had been a time when she had dreamed of seeing there family together, once again, happy. A fool's dream. Now she only hoped the man could never find them again. Simply leave them be. But she knew that was a fool's dream as well. As long as Nik was alive and kicking Mikael would be waiting around every corner for any opportunity to run a stake through his heart. And he did not care who had had to go through to get to him. And that included her and Bekah.

"No. We would not."

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She could only go along with Eli for so long before she began dreaming up her own plans for killing Klaus. In case Eli's fell through and his witches could not do the job, someone had to put an end to the running and take a stand against the hybrid. Someone with an actual chance of ending him. She could not go through another century of hiding. Of being unable to settle down and actually make friends, not simply allies.

Caroline scanned the patrons of Mystic Grill, landing on the Bennett witch Eli continued to inform her showed promise. She was petite, withe a resemblance to her great ancestor that was almost astounding. She recalled an important part of breaking Klaus' curse required doing it over the witches' burial site. And even then…they would not let him enjoy the power of being a hybrid long.

The woman watched with interest as the young Gilbert boy appeared, helping Bonnie drag an unconscious Luka away, unseen by those around them. She pushed away from her the table she'd been sitting at, trailing silently after the three.

Elijah's plan had been revealed. How he intended for the doppelganger to die so that he could strike when Klaus was at his weakest during his first transition. It seemed that the people he swore to protect were quickly turning against him on his quest to kill their brother, and common enemy. And now, she needed to make a decision. Warn Eli of them…and what may be on the horizon for him if he continued down. Or allow them some free will and possibly get them killed.

Free will…she had not been granted that gift with her father, nor Niklaus. Everything had been an order, or per request. And she followed them fruitlessly, lost to herself. So uncertain about what was right and what was better for her. And her selfish needs. Never truly indulging in all the world had to offer…until she met Damon. He was the first man who never told her what to do, let her make her own decisions. Saw her as an equal. Not someone to rule over or protect. And although she was grateful for the protection Elijah had offered her since her birth, she had to stand on her own. Do things her way, because the fact was, the one evident truth she learned amongst her family, if you wished something to be done correctly best do it yourself.

"Sorry brother." Caroline muttered into the night air solemnly as she listened in on the Bennett's call with Damon. Now that the man knew the score, he would be planning something. And if she were to choose a side, it would be Damon's. Even, if it ultimately led to her death.

Life held little meaning to her without love. And what she'd felt for Damon...what she still holds in her heart...is a true and pure love. One that she was willing to fight for, go to the ends of the Earth and back for. Even die, again. If it meant they would be together, she would do it. She'd experienced a love that Niklaus could only dream of and that made her stronger than him...than any force that would stand against her. Because she had something truly worth dying for. And that gave her the advantage. Love made people do crazy, unexpected things. Which is just what Eli's plans needed.

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