Caroline looked over her glass at Klaus as she sipped her daiquiri. He had that smugly pleased look on his face that was so irritating. She had promised herself not to get too caught up in Mikaelson family politics during her stay in New Orleans and she planned to hold herself to it. She wanted to make sure that the reason she was there wasn't just to see Klaus, but also for herself. Somehow she got the feeling Klaus wasn't going to make this easy for her.

"So what do you do for fun around here?" she asked, though she was somewhat afraid to hear the answer.

"Oh, you know, parties, plotting, killing witches,"

"Parties?!" she exclaimed, ignoring the rest of his list.

"I thought that might please you; I know how you love parties."

"When's the next one?" she asked, trying to hide her excitement. She couldn't deny that parties were her thing.

"Whenever you want it to be, love," he replied, smirking at her.

"Oh, convenient," she said, stirring her daiquiri, "…How about Saturday?"

"Saturday it is," he said, that smug smile returning to his face. He was doing his best to get to her and darn it, it was working.

"I should probably get going," she told him, hoping that would wipe the smug look off of his face, "I have to be up early tomorrow to tour a school."

He did seem disappointed, and she felt a bit guilty. He had dressed in his best suit just to see her, after all. She did her best to push aside her guilt and remind herself why she came; not just for Klaus, but also for herself. And if things with Klaus happened to work out, then all the better for everyone.

"I certainly hope we'll meet again soon," Klaus said, as they both stood up from the table. He took her hand and kissed it, perhaps a bit longer than necessary, and then they parted ways.

As Caroline walked back to her hotel, she felt a bit disappointed. She hadn't really known what to expect, but in her mind their reunion had always been a bit different. Though, to be fair, most of her daydreams involved Klaus showing up in tight leather pants and a billowing white pirate shirt as if he were on the cover of one of the romance novels she often read, and that he would then rip off the thin fabric of the shirt to reveal his muscular and well oiled chest before launching into a speech about how she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and then he would kiss her in front of everyone in the restaurant and carry her off into the sunset. Then again, they may have been the exact plot of one of the novels she'd read recently.

She was more than a little bit excited for the upcoming party, though she was also a bit nervous. There were certainly a lot of people in New Orleans that she didn't know, and it would be odd for her to be the outcast; she'd always known everyone in Mystic Falls. Though of course she knew Klaus wouldn't let anyone treat her badly; being on his good side did have its perks.

She heard faint footsteps behind her and smiled, shaking her head at Klaus' stubbornness.

"Klaus, I thought I made it clear that I didn't want you to follow me!" She scolded him mockingly.

She turned around to face him and her smile quickly fell from her face. Not Klaus.

"Hello Caroline," said the unfamiliar woman, raising her right hand. Caroline didn't even have time to take any action before a searing pain shot through her head, causing her to fall to the ground crying out in pain. The pain seared hotter until Caroline couldn't take it any more and lost consciousness.

She awoke to darkness, and the smell in the air was damp and musty. She blinked and looked around, trying to remember what had happened. As she moved the throbbing pain in her head brought the memory back to her. She groaned and pulled at the chains that held her to the chair. Why is it always me?

She was in a dark cell of some kind, and had clearly been weakened by vervain. She was frightened and quite irritated as well by the turn of events. Of course she couldn't just have a nice visit to New Orleans, of course it had to involve some evil plot by the witches.

"Hey!" she shouted, "Let me out!" She knew it was hopeless but was at least hoping someone would tell her what was going on. She had a suspicion that it had something to do with a certain Mikaelson. If the witches thought that imprisoning her would be a good way to get to Klaus then… well, then they were probably absolutely correct. Caroline struggled against the chains again, but to no avail.

There was something strange about everything though, something that didn't feel quite right. She couldn't quite place it, but something was off. She'd been kidnapped plenty of times, so she would know. Maybe I just have bad luck, she thought, but there was definitely something more to the situation.

Then again, maybe it really was as simple as it seemed; use her to lure out Klaus. It made sense, but somehow she doubted it could be that simple. Then again, the witches of New Orleans were notorious for making trouble and doing what they could to get rid of Klaus, so maybe it really was that simple.

Caroline hoped that Klaus wouldn't blindly run into their trap just to save her, but she knew better than to think he'd let her stay imprisoned. She sighed and tugged at her chains again, beginning to grow angry. It was a small thing now, but she realized she would probably miss the school tour, the whole reason why she came to New Orleans in the first place.

"Let me out!" she shouted again, "Is anybody even out there?!"

There was no reply. Caroline sat in the dark cell for hours on end, and still no sound, no sign of anyone. There was definitely something strange about this kidnapping