I Can't Believe You're In Love With Me

Request: Klaus and Caroline meet in the 1920's

Warning: Angst and a little bit of minor smut

I Can't Believe You're In Love With Me- Frank Sinatra

Chance and fate. There were a million things that could have happened differently, and they would never have met each other.

They did meet though, whether by some grand design or a cruel twist of fate, neither would ever really decide.

Caroline Forbes, the talk of Chicago. The blond goddess everyone wanted to sing in their club. Little did anyone know what dark secrets the beauty was hiding from the world.

Niklaus Mikaelson, a rich heir to a grand fortune. Or at least, that was the blond man's cover story. He was much more complex, had a much deeper history than that.

And the people that brought them together were not to be forgotten.

Stefan Salvatore, promiscuous bad-boy. A real Don Juan brought to life. He too hid a dark secret.

Rebekah Mikaelson, the one who had managed to capture the heart of Stefan, Klaus' sister. Princess to her race, though the humans around them didn't know it.

All four of the players were not human. They were something much more sinister, deadly. They were vampires, and they were being hunted. All four of them, but not by the same person. Why they all picked Chicago, well, it was a wonderful hub of culture. And when you lived forever, you had to appreciate certain things.

Caroline had decided to sing permanently at a speakeasy downtown. It was easier for some reason for Caroline to stay on; maybe it was because Gloria herself was a witch and therefore a part of the supernatural community. She felt... comfortable there. She didn't have to hide who she was completely.

On this particular night, she was off, but still in the club. "Caroline, come with me, there's someone I want you to meet." Caroline rolled her eyes at the witch; she was always trying to set her up with one man or another, but this time, when Gloria stopped at the table, she knew. She knew with utmost certainty that if she was going to give anyone a chance that it would be this man.

He oozed power, sex appeal, culture... and through it all, there was something lonely about him. His face lit up when he saw her, and for the first time in her two hundred year life, she felt wanted, valued, appreciated.

Caroline went to his apartment with him that night, Klaus as he introduced himself; their bodies soon joining together, hands clasping, grasping, kissing, touching, wave after wave of sheer bliss rolling over them both.

They were an item after that, the talk of the town. The power couple of Chicago.

The thing about being on the run, though, is that being on the radar was not good. It meant who, what, you were running from could catch up to you.

Love. Blissful, wonderful, all-consuming love. He told her often that he couldn't believe a girl like her would be in love with a guy like him. Those were usually the times she kissed away his fears, not knowing any better way to express how she felt.

And Klaus, well he never said the words, but she knew. She knew how he felt about her. The way he looked at her, loved her body, lavished gifts on her. Caroline had no doubt about the way he felt.

The 1920's. They were, and would remain, her favorite decade. Klaus, Stefan, Rebekah, and her. They were invincible, eternal.

The thrill of the decade; not only were they hiding their identity as vampires, but alcohol was also illegal. It was a fun game to play, to feel a part of a larger group.

But that was exactly how they were caught.

Bullets, wooden bullets. That was all it took for each of them to realize that they had been caught out by the separate forces that had been searching for them.

Caroline from her former lover, the one who turned her, abused her, and so she ran.

Klaus and Rebekah from their father.

And Stefan had a trail of hunters on him.

They hadn't thought that their individual enemies would join forces.

Klaus grabbed her, twirling her body against his, and for a wild moment she pretended they were dancing again. "You run Caroline, as fast and as far as you possibly can."

She didn't realize it was compulsion until she tried to go back to him.