Chapter Two

A/N: I'm realizing a problem with writing a fan fiction for two ongoing shows. Something happened in the latest episode of 'Vampire diaries' that kind of clashes with my plot line. Although I was thrilled to see it happen, I was like; "no, that's not going to happen yet!'" Yes, I'm talking about the hot klaroline moment, sigh... Nevertheless, I kind of want to add that episode to the plot. That one time they're together and Caroline confessing, so think it into the plot, as the last time they saw each other, was in the woods, but Tyler didn't come back.

I hope it's not becoming too confusing and that you're able to enjoy the story anyway. :)

Caroline unlocked the door to her suite and placed the five bags of new clothes and accessories in the hall. She poured herself a whiskey and went to the balcony. From the most expensive suite and hotel in down town New Orleans, she had a perfect view of the city and the French quarter in the distance. Caroline sighed, as the memories she had tried to distract herself from, resurfaced and she started doubting the reason she had come. She thought she had been ready to face it all, to face him. How wrong she had been.

The run-in last night, had left her sleep deprived and she had gone on a shopping spree, trying to get her mind of it, but no such luck. The memories was stronger than ever, as the sun started setting over the Mississippi. Despite the centuries gone by and the countless of touches, his still burned the brightest. His touch, somehow still lingered, where others, barely had been a gust of wind. Caroline leaned against the grid of the balcony and let out a frustrated moan. How was it, that in a matter of hours, she suddenly felt this insecure and vulnerable, when she had spent the last centuries being the most independent and confident woman?

When they first had part ways, back in the woods, Caroline had been confused; felt lost and hurt, but with time, she had recovered. She had finished college and educated herself further, worked and tried to get the normal human experience. She had watched as Bonnie and Jeremy got married had kids and even rooted Matt on when he found a girl. When her mother died, Caroline had left the state and went traveling with Elena for a few decades. She had spent the last three centuries in Europe and Asia, leaving a ghost trail as the mysterious Black widow; tracking down rich men, only to seduce, marry and then kill them, inheriting their fortune and estate. Caroline, who had grown up as a small town, middleclass girl, had come to live the highlife of money, luxury, men and properties – she had been merciless. After all, Klaus had been right, when he said that she enjoyed being strong, ageless and fearless, or more like she loved it.

For most parts, she had enjoyed the high life, but when the world war had erupted, Caroline had known, she would not be satisfied with the protected shelters, given to rich people and she had spent the seven years, as a field nurse in east Europe. In those years, Caroline had saved or turned several lost soldiers and civilians, which had gained her a small circle of friends that would last forever, like a family. If everything else failed, she knew she could count on them, much like Elena, Stefan and Damon.

As if on cue, Caroline's phone rang and she couldn't help but smile, as the name of a dear friend, showed on the display. She accepted the call and a small hologram of a young woman with dark blond hair erupted from the phone (A/N: This is after in the 2500's, remember? A little sci-fi is needed :P).

"Sasha, nə qədər var?" Caroline greeted her friend in the spoken language, appreciating the much-needed distraction from her close friend. Sasha Rasulov was one of the soldiers Caroline had befriended and turned, during the war and their friendship had gotten stronger over the last 135 years as they had roamed through every European and Asian nation together.

"Carol, how's America or more like, how's New Orleans?" Sasha replied, her words trick with the east European accent, and blinked knowingly. Caroline laughed at her friend's indiscretion.

"Yes, I did meet Klaus," she said, answering Sasha's unspoken question, "Or more like ran into, during last night's hunt and no, nothing happened. We had a few drinks, talked for a bit and that was it. Oh yeah, then I met his daughter." Caroline finished and couldn't hide a hint of bitterness from her voice. The hologram of Sasha made a face.

"Auch, talk about a direct message of moving on," she said, "Wait, I thought vampires couldn't procreate?"

"We can't, but he's part werewolf too, remember?" Caroline reminded her friend. Sasha nodded.

"Oh right, that hybrid thing you got going on, over there, and werewolves are able to have kids, I guess that makes sense then," Sasha mumbled, "Well, haven't I always told you that those dirty dogs are not trustworthy, they're able to procreate, and that's all they think about!" At this point, she didn't even try to hide her contempt of the supernatural species, which made Caroline laugh wholeheartedly. Sasha glared at her.

"You know I'm right," she said pouting. Caroline nodded, remembering the several encounters they'd had, with werewolves, on their journeys through the years, speaking from those experiences; no, werewolves could, most defiantly, not be trusted, but Klaus was different, he had to be.

"Sweetie, I know what you're thinking," Sasha said affectionate, after a moment of watching her in silence, "And we both know what you need to do, just watch out for yourself, okay? You, of all people, should know how men think and act. But know if you need me to, I'll be with you in a heartbeat and I'll kick his hybrid ass."

Caroline gave her friend a grateful smile and although she knew Sasha would not stand a chance, against Klaus, she appreciated the thought.

A few days later, Caroline was having brunch at a small restaurant, not far from her hotel. The sun shone from a clear, blue sky and warmed her pale, exposed arms and legs. This was something she had quickly come to love about this city, as well as southern locations in general – the warmth. Traveling the world and living in a constantly cold body, she had quickly fallen in love with the southern, subtropical parts of the world. Sipping on her latte, Caroline felt someone sitting down across from her. Half expecting and half hoping it to be Klaus, she couldn't help but smile. However, the smile quickly faded, when she saw it was, even if it was someone, she knew very well and had once loved, Caroline couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Tyler…?"

Tyler's unchanged trademark smirk was the first thing Caroline noticed and it brought her back to everything they shared, from centuries ago, in a whirlwind of memories.

"Hello Caroline, how are you?" he asked innocently and crooked his head, watching her intensely, "I hear you've made quite a name of yourself in Europe, the Black widow, am I right?" Caroline started fidgeting, for some reason feeling insecure in his company. Really, what was she doing here again? The more time she spend here, the more she regretted coming. First, there was Klaus and now Tyler? Caroline half-expected Matt to show up next, even if he had been dead for years, living out a full human life. Despite having played the part of a man-eater for centuries, the men of her past, still had such a great impact on her and could make her feel so insecure in a heartbeat.

"What are you doing here?" Caroline breathed, trying to take control over her racing heart. Tyler leaned forward across the table, smirking and never taking his eyes off her.

"I have some unfinished business in this town," he said, his voice kept low, "and even though I already have someone helping me, I could really use yours too…"

"It seems like he's been seen with some witches," Cary reported, talking about Tyler. The hybrid captain stood before his leaders, in the head office, reporting the latest findings in the ongoing investigation. Cary; an old member of Klaus' wolf lineage, accepted the hybrid transformation, during the early witch wars and had been a close and trusted part of Klaus' inner circle and family ever since, as captain of the hybrids.

"Witches?" Elijah wondered aloud and turned to Marcel, "Does Selena know about this?"

Marcel shook his head. Being the one, of the three leaders, to be closest to the witches, Marcel usual had the immediate contact to magical department of town.

"No, I've asked her already, it doesn't seem to be anyone in her covenant," Marcel explained.

"And you're sure about that?" Klaus asked doubtful, "How do you know she's not lying?" He had never really trusted witches and after what went down during the war and everything with Lucia, it had only become worse. This was one of the main reasons, as to why it was Marcel handling the witches; Klaus still did not trust himself around them. Marcel rolled his eyes, knowing very well, about his friend's contempt of the magic casters and doubting that it would ever change, especially if this turned out bad, once again because of them.

"Yes Klaus, I'm sure," he said firmly, "you may not trust them, but I trust Selena with my life, she's done nothing to deserve less."

Klaus huffed and sat back in the armchair. Elijah watched him shortly, before turning his attention back to Cary and Marcel.

"If it's not anyone from the covenant, it must be someone from outside of town," he concluded nonchalant, "we need to know who." Cary and Marcel nodded and left the office.

Being alone with his brother, Elijah sighed and sat down across from Klaus. Silence fell between them for a moment, before Elijah broke it.

"You really need to get over yourself," he scolded and looked at his brother, who still looked lost in thoughts, "Marcel is right, you know, Selena has done everything, in order to earn your trust, and I believe she will come through for us this time too." Klaus didn't reply, but looked up at Elijah with a defiant look. Elijah sighed resignedly.

"Selena is not our mother," he reasoned, "she's long gone, remember? Both our parents are and I really wish you would stop letting them haunt you."

Klaus' look turned into a glare as he rose to leave the room.

"Try and forget about the witches and focus on Miss Caroline," Elijah suggested, "like we talked about. Invite her to our house, get reacquainted, I'm sure that will help get your mind off things."

Klaus stopped in the doorway and looking back at his older brother, he nodded.

"Father!" Lucia caught up to Klaus in the hall, waving a white envelope in her hand, "Some kid just came up and gave me this, telling me to pass it on to you," she said and gave, a slightly perplexed Klaus, the envelope. He opened the letter and as he read it, Lucia noticed her father's expression change from confused, to angry, to furious in a way she had never seen before. Klaus ripped and curled the letter, before throwing it to the ground and storming away. Lucia, feeling utterly confused and curious about, what the letter had said, picked up the pieces, but couldn't make out what it had said, but a few incorrectly words, which made her blood run cold:

old friend

little chat

dying

come alone

Hazel

A/N: Duhm, duhm! Yeah, the story is picking up with a lovely cliffhanger! What'd you think about Caroline and her story? realistic? This is kinda how I imagine her living life as a vampire - the black widow, but still with some humanity (serving in the war), being strong and confident, but still kinda weak against things in her past (Klaus and Tyler) and I really enjoyed writing and plotting her story :P Oh, and Klaus' distrust of witches, I imagine those being some of the only creatures, that he somehow fear, because of his mother and their power... So, what'd ya think? Like, dislikes, too much OOC? Let me know! let me know!