Just watched Angels Take Manhattan again and Rory Williams inspired me. Don't own the characters. Enjoy.

It was the party to kick off London fashion week. Caroline had been working on it for months to ensure everything was flawless; it was the biggest job of her life. Caroline was proud of herself, nothing had gone wrong and she had received compliments the entire night at the stunning venue and perfect menu. Snapping open her clutch to check her phone, she sighed seeing nothing and downed her shot of vodka.

A tickling feeling on the back of her neck made her turn around to see the sexist guy she had ever met in her life. His hair was a sandy color and curly, just long to let the curls really show. Strong blue eyes were raking her over, a firm jaw covered in fine blonde stubble and full lips that made her insides start to heat up. She noticed through the undone buttons of his dark red shirt an array of necklaces, the look oozing sex appeal. Caroline clutched the table to support herself. She prayed the man wasn't human or she would need to leave now before she drained him.

The man was giving her a smirking look, "Well love, I certainly didn't think you would be at the helm of this ship but by now I should know better."

Caroline gave him a confused scowl, "Is that supposed to some pick up line? If it is you need to work on your game."

The man said nothing but just stepped further, invading her personal space. He held out his hand to which Caroline cautiously put hers in. He lifted her hand to his lips and left a searing kiss on her knuckles. Eyes never leaving hers Caroline felt her breathing stop as he said, "Klaus Mikaelson. I was told you were responsible for tonight's festivities. I had to come see for myself the stunning woman who managed to wow the better half of London."

Before she could respond to him, he turned around and left. Feeling light-headed, Caroline leaned back against the table trying to catch her breath. She had just almost lost it and all the man did was kiss her knuckles. It was the accent she told herself, that had to be it. Closing her eyes she breathed in deeply to steady herself but only managed to find his lingering scent. It was then that she realized she had never heard a pulse on the man, he wasn't human. She groaned realizing she had just found the hottest vampire and lost him.

A few weeks later she swore she smelled his scent again. She was busy trying to escape the madness of the Underground when a whiff of the smell went by her. Then a month later she smelled it again while shopping in West End. The smell kept popping up everywhere, and it was driving her crazy.

Caroline attempted to ask her boss if she knew about the man but she couldn't answer any questions. She was almost to the point where she wanted to call Stefan. He would know who Klaus was because surely he had run across the name is his life. But each time she tried to call, something stopped her.

Caroline couldn't explain it but she felt if she called her friends back in Mystic Falls they would just be upset with her. Frustrated that she couldn't find him again and that every thought of him increased her sexual frustration she decided to purge her apartment. For six hours straight she had done nothing but scrub until things were gleaming.

Making it to her room, she tackled the underneath side of her bed. Reaching under to sweep for dust bunnies, her hand came across a small wooden box. Caroline frowned and pulled out the box. She didn't remember putting a box there. It appeared old and expensive, with intricate carvings along the side and her initials carved on the top. Where had she gotten this from?

Brushing the dust off, she opened it to find it filled with papers. Delicately picking them up she noticed most were drawings of her. There was a beaded necklace that smelled faintly like Klaus but she shook her head denying the correlation. She didn't know what to make of all of it; she had no memory of the box or its contents. Shrugging her shoulders she put the box back under her bed. The drawings wherever they came from were too beautiful to throw away.

Walking back into the little kitchen, she made herself a cup of coffee feeling suddenly depressed. Sitting down on the sofa she brought the mug to her lips. Looking over the brim she noticed something odd out her window. It was Klaus standing across the street and with what Caroline swore was sadness in his eyes. She threw up her arms in shock, sending scalding coffee everywhere. Cursing, she glanced back up to see he was gone.

Flashing outside to the spot he had been in, she frantically searched for his scent to find him. But all she could smell was the pungent odor of her neighbor's dog business on the lawn. Pouting at her failure she headed back to the house. On the front step sat a rolled piece of parchment just like the drawings from her box.

She scooped up the paper and headed back inside. Hissing at the movement Caroline remembered the hot coffee that had burnt her flesh. Stripping herself of the shirt, her skin began to finally knit back together. Picking the paper back up, she sat down on her bed and opened it.

It only had seven words on it and they made no sense to her whatsoever. Caroline kept repeating the words over and over to herself, trying to understand the message someone had left for her.

"Do you understand what they mean?"

Caroline squeaked and looked up, to see Klaus standing in her bedroom. She just stared at him for a moment processing his words. He was staring at her with a heated look taking in her undressed appearance. Caroline suddenly remembered she had no shirt on and frantically attempted to cover herself.

Klaus smirked at her actions. Walking over to her closet, he reached in and pulled out a shirt. Caroline accepted the shirt wordlessly and motioned with her finger for him to turn around. But Klaus just stood there and hands behind his back, ignoring her request. Caroline huffed and quickly put the shirt on.

Picking up the paper, she handed it to him, "Did you leave this?"

The smug smile was gone from his face, "Do these words mean anything to you?"

Caroline shook her head, "No."

"Then why are you crying love?"

Startled, Caroline brushed her hand across her cheeks and came away with tears. She frowned, when had she started crying?

Klaus' face blanked to which Caroline found oddly familiar, "I should have never sought you out at the party; you aren't ready yet."

He left the room and was almost to the front door when Caroline stopped him. She smacked his arm away from the door.

"I know you don't I?" she asked.

He said nothing, just stared at the doorknob.

Caroline cleared her throat, "I was compelled to forget you?"

Again nothing, his face just tightened and body stiffened.

She gave him a frown, "I hate being compelled."

"I know," it was a whisper, the slightest movements of his lips. She was surprised she even heard it.

He easily broke from her grip and opened the door. Caroline stopped him one more time, grabbing the back of his jacket. Klaus just shrugged her off, displaying a great deal more strength than her. Caroline let him go and watched him until he walked out of sight.

Leaning against the back of the closed door, the wave of grief from earlier came back and she proceeded to sob uncontrollably. There was no explanation for it, she just couldn't stop. She didn't know if it was the way he had looked at her or knowing something had been compelled from her but either way she couldn't stop.

To save you, I could do anything.

The seven words stared up at her from the slip of paper, taunting her.

What the hell had she needed saving from?