A/N: Okay so I would like to personally apologise for all the horrendous spelling and grammar mistakes in the previous chapters (I had a read through before writing this next one and I am speechless) I'd also obviously like to apologise for the wait. I can only hope this next chapter is worth it and that the story continues to remain interesting.

It was funny.

Her decision to join not only the Strix but Aurora's mysterious-all-female-cult had made Caroline one of the most well-protected vampires in the world.

And yet her safety had never felt more precarious, in her eyes.

She'd come to the party only looking for some answers but now she was effectively caught up in some sort of supernatural warfare.

No longer a civilian but a soldier.

She realised she now had a choice.

She could remain loyal to the supernatural Kray twins, thus assuring her safety, however considering that they were responsible for killing and terrorising numerous amounts of people, Caroline decided that that was out if the question.

Her other option, of course, was to use her leverage as a newly initiated member of the most powerful vampire society in the world, to get what she wanted.

She could help Marcel and Vincent to give the people of New Orleans a terror free city and maybe… even find Klaus and his family at the same time.

The only problem with that was; if either Tristan or Aurora found out she was working as a double agent she was as good as dead. If Caroline was gonna play spy she was going to need allies.

So she decided to seek out a familiar face.

"You are kidding me aren't you?"

As Vincent pulled open to door to his cottage Caroline could help noticing how drawn and tired looking his face was.

He wore shorts and a greyish green sleep shirt with a flannel robe over the top and judging by the look on his face he was less than pleased to see her.

"Hi," Caroline said, cheerfully. "Can I come in?"

Vincent spluttered and gave her an incredulous look.

"Can you come in?! I thought I made it clear, I don't want you in this city much less my house!"

Caroline stepped forward to stop him before the door could slam unceremoniously in her face; causing him to glare at her.

"Lady I am this close to hexing you," he growled, narrowing his eyes at her.

"Look, please!? I know what you said before about me, but things are a whole lot different now!" Caroline insisted.

Vincent's eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh really? Are things different now? This city is no longer in mortal danger; my people aren't be slaughtered in the streets anymore; Tristan and Aurora are buried deep in a hole somewhere and Seinfeld's back on the air? Cus' if none of that's true I'm gonna need you to leave me the hell alone," he snapped.

"I promise-" she said shoving herself against the door for the second time. "-That I have a good reason for being here,"

"Please,Vincent…?"

He sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You're lucky I don't get many visitors around here and that I'm pretty starved as far as the company goes," he grumbled.

Caroline beamed as she stepped in after him, closing the door behind her.

"Drink?" He grunted, throwing a look at her over his shoulder at her.

"Yes actually," Caroline nodded, taking a seat in the living room.

He emerged a moment later with a glass of cola with ice and a mug for himself.

"Now what is this is a new turn of events that I'm supposed to be just dying to hear about," he asked, sceptically, bringing the mug to his lips.

"I joined the Strix," she blurted out.

Vincent choked and nearly spat out his coffee which Caroline noticed was once again laced with alcohol.

"You joined the what!?" He gasped hoarsely.

"The Strix," she repeated casually, picking up her glass and slowly sipping the sweet drink.

"H-how!? How are you still alive right now!?"

Caroline shook her head and waved him off.

"It's a long story trust me. Listen I just need-"

"-People don't just join the Strix it's not some Sorority. What the hell did you have to do, sell your soul?"

"I need to talk to Marcel, it's important,"she said dismissively.

"Well I know he's gonna wanna talk to you," Vincent nodded, pulling himself up out of his armchair. He paused suddenly, sizing Caroline up as if there was suddenly something different about her, before continuing out of the room.

Caroline drummed her fingernails lightly against the arm of the couch absentmindedly, as she waited for him to come back. Vincent returned with a leather bound black notebook in one of his hands and a pen in the other. He scribbled down something quickly on one of the pages before tearing it out.

"Here. This is where you'll find him. Be discreet when you go looking for the place and watch yourself - the people around Marcel are pretty edgy around outsiders - for good reason mind you - but still, be careful."

"Thank you," Caroline said taking the paper from him and rising from her chair.

Sorry that it's short, please review to let me know if you'd like me to continue or not.