Author's Note: Okay, I know, I suck. I left you with a cliff hanger, then just abandoned you for almost a week. I'm sorry. I hope this chapter makes up for it! No one got the reason why Caroline was kidnapped correct, so I had to make up my own name. Hmph.

Enjoy!

Caroline's hotel room in Paris was exactly the same as those in other cities. Luxurious, 5-star, but completely devoid of any real appeal other than the basic aesthetics.

Recently, she had been feeling a bit restless. Traveling had been fun for the past six years, but after a while it got tiresome. She felt as though she was running from something rather than to a goal, just meandering around for a while until she got bored and decided to leave again.

Truth be told, she missed her mom. She missed going to the Grill after school every day and pining over Matt, back when catching his love had been the biggest of her problems.

Caroline missed being human.

She didn't completely loathe being a vampire; there were times when it was useful. But, ever since that first kill in Barcelona, she had slowly drifted into the abyss of infinite time. She refused to believe there would come a time when every single important human memory she held would become faded, so she desperately clung to the last shred of humanity she had left.

No matter what, Caroline always had faith in the human capacity to love and be loved. And she honestly believed that as a vampire, this ability would not be changed.

Caroline would always believe in love, no matter who thought her foolish for doing so.

The night was warm with a slight breeze, the ideal Parisian weather. Even though her run in with Elijah had disheartened her for a few hours, Caroline refused to let his words affect her.

So that's why she found herself once again in front of the Eiffel Tower, thinking about the Original family and her old life in Mystic Falls. She never was very good at avoidance.

If Klaus truly did miss her like Elijah said he did, then why didn't he try to contact her himself? Not once over the past 6 years had he even tried to check up on her. Granted, she preferred it that way, it just didn't make much sense with what Elijah said.

Caroline truly believed Elijah when he said Klaus wouldn't wait forever. The hybrid was over one thousand years old, and patience was not a virtue he had acquired over his extensive life. One day, he would get sick of waiting around for her to "come back to him," and he would leave. Simple as that. He would make himself unknown to her, and never think of the baby vampire again.

Caroline had spent the past 6 years believing that's what she wanted, so why did the mere thought of him forgetting about her leave a gaping hole in her stomach?

Shaking her head, the baby vampire stood from the bench she had sat on nearly an hour ago. Under normal circumstances, she surely would have noticed that the surrounding area was completely deserted; a rarity for Paris.

She definitely would have noticed the eerie silence, or the fact that the only light source was coming from the historic landmark itself.

However, tonight, she was distracted by a man thousands of miles away.

Caroline had only taken a few steps when she visibly stiffened. She thought she had heard footsteps behind her, and did a quick scan of her surroundings.

Finally noticing the strangeness of the area, she quickly started running away. Almost immediately, someone rushed her. She felt the tip of a needle penetrate her forearm, and new the biting sting of vervain was not far behind.

Caroline threw her attacker off before he could poison her blood, pinning him to the ground. She let her fangs drop and her vampire senses take over.

"Who are you?" she growled ferociously, baring her fangs at the terrified looking man underneath her. He looked young; barely 22. She would have felt bad if it weren't for the fact he had just almost killed her.

"I'm not your main problem right now, sweetheart."

Caroline felt the stab of another needle in her back, the effects of the vervain immediate this time. She dropped to the ground, looking up at the face of her attacker before everything went black.

"Good work, Andrew. He should be pleased with this." The man who had vervained her the second time looked distastefully down at the baby vampire. Who knew such a pretty face could cause such destruction and chaos? "Take her back to the house and wait for instruction."

The man dragged her off, leaving only the Eiffel Tower twinkling on in the night.

When Caroline woke up, the first thing she registered was the burning sensation in her wrists and ankles. The second was the fact that she wasn't alone. Since the restraints she felt looped around her arms and legs seemed to be the bigger source of discomfort, she decided to take care of those first.

After pulling for a few moments, she realized the burning only got worse. Caroline groaned in frustration, looking down at her ankles to discover ropes which tied her to a chair. The whole set-up was not unlike that which her father had used when he tried to 'fix' her, and she wondered briefly if her kidnapper knew this.

As she was desperately pulling on her restraints, Caroline heard a faint chuckle.

"You're not going to have much luck with that," a voice said. She recognized it vaguely, but couldn't place where she knew it from. "I soaked them in vervain. From what I understand, that's a vampire's only weakness. So I made sure to stock up on plenty of it."

Caroline remained silent. Until she figured out who this man was, there was no way she was talking. If he wanted information, he would have to torture it out of her.

After a beat, the man continued talking. "I'm assuming you don't remember me."

If she were in any other position, Caroline would have scoffed. She had traveled all around the world, there was virtually no chance of her remembering anyone she met.

"My name is Derek Springs. You murdered my wife. In fact, that's her wedding ring you're wearing."

Klaus was livid. Who did Elijah think he was?! Did he just assume he could approach Caroline without consequence? Although Elijah was not aware of it, Klaus had had people tailing Caroline for the past six years. They were never noticeable or detectable, but they were there. Keeping watch on the precious baby vampire.

He would never allow her to get hurt, and would do anything to protect her. But now Elijah was in the midst of ruining that.

For almost the fifteenth time that day, Klaus dialed his brothers number. He hadn't answered any of his calls, probably knowing that Klaus would be murderous. But this time, Elijah answered.

"Niklaus…" Elijah said, almost timidly. Fear immediately flooded Klaus over his brother's tone. At least, he assumed it was fear. He hadn't felt that emotion since Mikael threatened his and his families lives.

"What did you do, Elijah?" Klaus growled, almost crushing his phone.

"I did nothing. But I fear something may have happened to Caroline. I've been in Paris for two days looking for her. I've checked her hotel room, all of her belongings appear untouched. But she's gone."

Klaus was immediately hyperaware of his surroundings. He was in Italy, in a small villa outside of Florence. He could hear the family outside, the cars on the road. A child laughed, and he was all of a sudden filled with the desire to rip out someone's throat.

It couldn't be true. If Caroline were gone, his hybrids would have informed him. They were under explicit instruction to notify him every time she moved. However, upon quick examination of his previously ignored text messages, Klaus realized that they had informed her of her disappearance hours ago. He did not bother to read the other three messages they sent him, he would deal with those later.

"Niklaus? Brother, are you still there?" Elijah said impatiently on the other line. Klaus realized he had been silent for almost a full minute.

"Don't move. I'll be in Paris by tonight."

Caroline blinked. If this man was who he said he was, this was a very bad situation for her.

Of course she remembered his wife. Her name was Ashley, and her blood type was O-. Caroline had cornered her in Rio, during a particularly bad month. After her, Caroline had left Brazil and tried to kick the human habit. She had been successful, and hadn't killed a human in almost a year.

The man smiled, enjoying her obvious discomfort. "I'm assuming based on your silence that you do remember her."

Caroline still made no reply. She was scared, but also confident that a human would not be capable of killing her. The man seemed to sense what she was thinking.

"I'm sure you didn't know this when you slaughtered my wife… But there was a reason I wasn't with her that night. Any guesses?"

Caroline narrowed her eyes. If the man was trying to teach her a lesson, this was not the way to do it. It was obvious she wasn't afraid of him, and if he was going to torture her, he would have gotten on with it by now. It seemed as though the man really wanted to terrify her. But what could terrify a vampire?

With a pit growing in her stomach, Caroline tried to think back to that night in Rio. She had taken his wife behind a crowded night club, and fed on her in the cover of night. But it was bright, she remembered the glow of the moon on the woman's neck.

Caroline gasped. The man's smile grew even larger.

"Werewolf," she barely managed to gasp out.

"That's right. And tonight is a full moon. Usually, I would be with my pack. But I think I'd prefer to stay here with you. Only about 45 more minutes to go before I start transitioning. This should be fun, shouldn't it?"

The second Klaus' private jet touched down in Paris, he was off of it. There was no time to waste. If the person who took Caroline was who he thought, then he needed to hurry before serious damage could be inflicted.

Klaus met Elijah in front of a hotel. It looked like the type of place Caroline would stay, tasteful, but still lavish enough to satisfy her need for elegance. His heart ached just thinking about the baby vampire, but he pushed it aside for now. There would be plenty of time for that later.

"Niklaus," Elijah said, relieved to see his brother. "You got here quickly."

"Well, you didn't leave me much choice."

Elijah paused for a moment. Of course, it was unfair of his brother to be angry at him, but he tried to understand for the sake of finding Caroline.

"I believe someone took her. I have informants who told me they witnessed people lurking around this hotel and the Eiffel Tower, where she has spent most of her time in the past few days."

"I know all of this already. I just need to know where they took her."

Elijah looked at Klaus, confused. He had just compelled this information out of two harmless hotel patrons. So how could Klaus know?

"I don't have time to explain, Elijah! Just tell me where!"

"I've had two vampires attempt to trace her scent. It looks like she was dragged from the Eiffel Tower, and taken somewhere far east. I'm not sure where she could be from there."

Klaus groaned. Not out of frustration, but out of having his worst fears realized.

"Niklaus, I understand you need to find her, but will you take a moment to explain what is going on?"

Klaus looked at his brother, hardly aware of his existence any more. He was out for blood. But telling Elijah now would save time later, so he opted for the short version.

"I've had people following Caroline for six years. She's hardly made a move without my knowledge. I haven't interfered, I just want to make sure she's safe. While she was in Rio about a year ago, she killed a woman. I didn't think it was that big of a deal, but something seemed wrong about the family. So I dug a little deeper, used a few connections. I found out something about the husband."

"What could be a threat in Rio? The vampires are complacent in Brazil." Elijah interrupted.

"She didn't kill a vampire. She killed the wife of a werewolf. I would have killed him myself, but the pack is large, and I feared the assassination of the pack leader would cause an uproar. I decided to keep tabs on him, but he must have flown under the radar. He owns property in France, and I'm assuming that's where he took Caroline."

The two brothers stared at each other for a moment, letting the enormity of the situation sink in.

"Niklaus," Elijah said slowly. "It's a full moon tonight."

Klaus stood there long enough for Elijah to see his eyes widen, then he was gone.

Thirty minutes later, Caroline was still being held captive. She hadn't spoken since the man revealed his true identity, and she wasn't planning too. She didn't want to beg for her life.

"You're awfully quiet for someone who's about to lose their life." the man said. Caroline only glared.

"You know, you're an interesting creature. I've done background checks on you, just to see who you really were, where you came from, etcetera. I've found some pretty shocking stuff."

Caroline sat still, not giving any reply.

"I was planning on going after a boyfriend or husband, but it seems your relationships have been rather… unsuccessful." the man continued. "First a barhand, then a werewolf. But it's the last one that I would really like to focus on."

Caroline snarled, realizing where this was going. She'd be damned if her last conversation was about Klaus.

"Ah, I see I've touched a nerve. The Original hybrid didn't live up to your expectations? That's unsurprising. I've heard he's a rather disappointing person. After you get past the bravado and false fronts, he's just… a man. A man apparently in love with you, of all people, but still just a man."

"I don't want to talk about Klaus." Caroline finally replied, sending the man an icy glare. The vervain was starting to go to her head, numbing her hands and feet, making her head foggy.

"Don't think I haven't noticed his hybrids following me," he went on, ignoring her. "They were rather conspicuous. I've been long around long enough to know when I'm being followed."

Caroline remained silent yet again, but this time out of surprise. The man seemed to notice the stunned expression on her face, and smiled widely.

"You didn't know?! Oh, that's rich. Yes, he's had people on my tail since last year. No pun intended. From what I could tell, he had people following you too. But my men took care of them."

She was shocked. Caroline had never noticed anyone following her, and suddenly felt a wave of fury. Even when she wanted to escape him, he wouldn't allow her to leave.

"It makes sense why he loves you," the man continued, starting to pant. Caroline was immediately reminded of Tyler before he transformed. "Monsters tend to love monsters."

He grinned wolfishly at her once more, and proceeded to start the transition from man to werewolf.

Klaus had never run so fast. He felt as though he was flying, though he knew it was impossible.

He didn't know much about werewolf transitions, having only done it once or twice. However, he did know that the transition of an old werewolf would only take five minutes, tops.

The moon had just reached his apex. He had to hurry, or the woman he loved would be gone forever.

Caroline watched the scene unfold before her, terrified. She did not remember it being this fast when Tyler transitioned. She remembered long, searing hours she would have to hear him scream.

The man in front of her no longer even resembled a man, but a wolf with distinctive human features. It had only been three minutes.

She struggled harder than ever to free herself from the restraints, knowing deep in her heart that it was useless.

All of a sudden, it was silent. The whimpering and groans had subsided, and she lifted her eyes just in time to lock eyes with a fully grown, hell-bent wolf.

Caroline screamed. The wolf lunged.

Klaus had just stopped running when he heard a scream that sounded distinctively feminine. He didn't even have time to think before his feet responded, running to his left. He knew it was Caroline, and the scream sounded like one of agony.

Klaus could literally feel his heart sink.

He approached a small house, and killed the two guards at the door on the spot. He could hear signs of a scuffle inside, and burst into the door without thinking.

All Caroline could feel was pain. By this time, the wolf had bitten her at least three times. She could feel him sink his teeth into her left side, and she screamed again.

She heard the wolf yelp, and turned her head with all the energy she had left. She witnessed another wolf jump on the one that had been previously attacking her, and she saw him start to rip it to pieces.

Caroline could barely keep her eyes open. It felt as though the bites were already taking their effect, as the edges of her vision were blurring into each other.

Caroline vaguely felt soothing hands on her bites before sinking into the blackness completely.

When Klaus saw what was happening in the small room of the cottage, he hadn't even thought about it before letting his inner wolf take over.

He tore the man to bits, being rougher than was really necessary Before he knew it, the other wolf was little more than a mangled mass of limbs and fur, sufficiently dead.

Klaus transformed back into a human, and ignoring his nakedness for now, went to Caroline. He quickly surveyed her bites, and bit his own forearm.

He forced an unconscious Caroline to drink his blood, listening to her heartbeat get stronger and stronger. She was not conscious yet, but she probably would not be for nearly three hours. That was plenty of time for Klaus to do what he needed.

Leaving her on the floor for a few moments, Klaus took the clothes the man had intended for himself after his transition. He didn't even bother to clean up the remaining body, leaving it for nature to dispose of. Klaus scooped up Caroline, and ran out of the cottage as fast as he could.

They ended up back at her hotel. After compelling the manager out of a hotel key, Klaus was able to run to her room.

He barely surveyed the living room or bedroom before taking her straight into the bathroom. Caroline remained unconscious, and Klaus found himself needing to remind himself that she was not dead.

Klaus scrubbed off all the remnants of blood from her skin, peeling off layers of clothes. He bunched them up in the waste basket, reminding himself to burn them later.

After this, Klaus deposited Caroline in her bed, dressing her in pajamas. He would not let her awake in unfamiliar surroundings after all she went through,

Only after he was satisfied that she was comfortable did he take out his phone. Klaus dialed an old, familiar number, and silently hoped it was still in service.

"Hello?" a groggy voice said on the other end.

"Hello, mate." Klaus replied.

"Oh god… Not you again."

"Remember that favor I did for you all those years ago? I need your services."

Klaus heard the man on the other end pause, weighing their options. "What do I have to do?"

He smiled, pleased the vampire was being complacent. "I need you to come watch after someone for me. It's… important."

"And who would this important person be? Another one of your hybrid experiments?"

"No. Caroline Forbes."

The person paused, stunned. Klaus could hear him shuffling about, probably getting dressed.

"I'll do it." he said after a beat. "Where?"

"Paris. You'll find her. Hurry."

Klaus hung up the phone, all of his affairs in order. He turned back around to see Caroline peacefully lying in bed, appearing normal and unhurt. Her bites had healed, but she still seemed pale.

He walked slowly to the edge of the bed, observing her closely. He had waited to see her for six years, and these were not the circumstances he had imagined reuniting them.

Klaus sighed, studying her peaceful expression. One day, she would come back to him. One day, she would seek him out. One day, he could give her the world.

But today was not that day.

He glanced at her once more from the doorway, but then he was gone.

Two hours later, Caroline sat up with a muffled scream. She had dreamt that she had been attacked by a werewolf.

Her head felt cloudy as she slowly registered it wasn't a dream. The man had truly wanted to kill her, and had bitten her multiple times. Her eyes filled with tears at the onslaught of emotion.

However, her tears quickly faded when she realized she was lying in her own bed. What had happened? Why wasn't she dead?

There was only one answer. Klaus. He had come to save her once more. That was the only explanation. There was no other way she could have survived. He must have fed her his blood.

Caroline was so caught up in her thoughts that she barely heard the water running in her bathroom. She was up in a flash, standing outside the bathroom door.

She didn't smell anything familiar, so that meant the intruder was taking a shower. Without another thought, she barged in and ripped the shower curtain aside.

When Caroline saw who was standing in her shower, she could barely swallow her scream.

"Damon?" she gasped out, her hand falling from the shower curtain.

"Hey Blondie," Damon replied, turning off the water and grabbing a towel. "Long time no see."

AN: I know. I'm sorry. But this has to happen! You didn't really think I would let Klaus stay, did you?! No. Probably another two chapters until I wrap this fic up, with another update coming within 3 or 4 days.

Just keep repeating this if you want to kill me- "Trust the author. Trust in klaroline. Trust the author. Trust in klaroline."

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