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I loved the scene in 3x20. It conveyed Klaus is age, he is one of the oldest beings on earth. If he wants something he will wait for it. He has all the time in the world.

This story takes place after the decade dance. Disregard everything after that. I love feed back so please review.

I would love to say that I threw the card away but I can't. I mean really, could anyone turn this down? They say money can't buy happiness but it sure as hell can make it easier to find.

The name on the card still made me uneasy.

Miss Mikaelson.

Like he was trying to claim me. It was unbelievably arrogant of him. I haven't even seen the man in over 10 years.

Turning into a vampire had forced me to grow in ways I haven't even fully comprehend yet. But every once in a while the old shallow Caroline reared her ugly head. If Klaus wanted to give me that kind of cash. Fine. It won't change anything. I still know what he is and what he has done. Money won't change that. I felt less guilty every time I swiped the card.

So that is how I a got myself a front row seat at Fashion Week in New York. I could help but smile to myself. This was sooo Sex and the City.

The dresses were beautifulbut I still couldn't bring myself to buy any of them. That was a step too far.

I was at an after party for some up coming designer when I saw her. She was gorgeous as usual . I couldn't see the girl that had played high school with the humans of Mystic Falls. Here was a woman that radiated confidence captivating the men surrounding her. Here was an Original.

I hightailed to the bar. Hoping she wouldn't see me. I had only really talked to her a dozen times. None of them were friendly. Seeing her brought back my past. Everything I wanted to forget.

Just seeing Rebecca made me think of the past, but Klaus's drawings didn't. I guess it was because he always drew me in the present, with the hint of promise for the future.

"Well I see you have graduated from the bunny diet Stefan taught you. Maybe there is hope for you yet?"

I sighed at the sound of her voice. This was going to be bad. I compelled the waiter I was feeding from and turned to face the bane of my high school existence.

"Rebecca"

She smiled as she walked over to me. " Sweet Caroline. Why didn't you come say hello earlier?"

"You seemed busy."

Rebecca wrinkled her nose as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Not really. Just passing the time. Are you enjoying it here?"

I was surprised at her question. Even more so at her apparent interest in my answer. " I have only been here a couple of days. Been pretty busy trying to see everything in show. So I still haven't done all the sights yet."

"Yes. Fashion Week does tend to bring New York's finest. The Deminato fellow is interesting."

" I know, right?" I laughed before I could stop myself. Deminato was a new designer that made his pieces out of old newspaper and garbage.

Rebecca smiled at me. "I think it will a month before I get that smell out of my mind."

An awkward silence surrounded us. I couldn't help but think that we easily could have been friends if we had met outside of Mystic Falls. Rebecca seemed to thinking the same thing.

"The Empire State is for tourists Caroline. Let me show you the real New York."

She walked away before I could answer. Leaving me to follow. I wanted to go. I had been on my own for two years and I was lonely. I wanted to have company. I wondered what my friends would think of me. Consorting with the enemy.

Were they even still my friends? I hadn't seen any of them since I had left. Damon was the only one that called regularly. I think it was some twisted way to make sure the vampire he had sired was all right. I was 28 years old. Did I really have to hold grudges for people I didn't know any more?

After I second hesitation. I followed Rebecca out of the alley.

By the time we parted ways a month later, I was closer to Rebecca than I ever been with Bonnie and Elena. Perhaps it was because I was older and more sure of myself as a woman. Rebecca and I met on equal footing. We had more in common than I think either of us realized.

First, we loved to shop. And we did a lot of it. She knew the best places to go and didn't mind spending half an hour discussing the pros and cons of buying a dress.

If she saw the credit card I used she never mentioned it. She was too busy telling me about a fabulous seamstress she had in the 17th century.

She also liked attention. Even more than me. She could walk into the room and everyone look at her. She controlled every situation she was in. And She didn't like things when the went off script. Just like me.

We spent that entire month exploring the city. Leaving trails of broken hearted men behind us. We owned New York.

She told me about the Elena. Apparently she asked Klaus to allow her to become a vampire so she could forever continue the drama with the Salvatore brothers.

For some insane reason, that neither I or Rebecca could comprehend, he let her.

That was over two years ago. I felt a stab of hurt that no one had bothered to tell me.

The Original didn't let me dwell on that for long. There were things to do, people to eat. I could have easily stayed with Rebecca for a couple of years. Unfortunately Kol had gotten into some trouble down in Spain she need to help with. She wanted me to come along. It would be "good fun" she said, but I refused. I still remembered the last time I saw Kol and was uneasy to repeat the experience.

I was talking to my mom on the phone when there was a knock on my door. I figured that Rebecca must have forgotten something when she left a couple of hours ago. I said goodbye to my Mom, telling her that I would phone later to finalize plans for our trip to China.

"What did you forg... Oh.. Hi, I thought you were someone else. What can I do for you?"

The USP guy looked at me in a daze and handed me the package under his arm.

"Hey wait... Who is this for?"

"You" he said not looking back.

I looked down at the package. There was only one person it could be from. No one knew that I was here. The loft was in Rebecca's name.

I put the package on the bed. There was no card but it wasn't really needed at this point. He was the only one that ever sent me anything.

I debated opening it. I hadn't gotten anything from him in a little over a year and was dying to know what was inside. I wanted to know a little too much.

This was stupid. How could I be so excited for something from a man that I hadn't seen in a decade.

I was able to resist for over an hour. I took a shower and called my mom. We were headed to Beijing in a little over a week. I made a list of things I needed to pack or buy for the trip.

Then I paced. Back and forth, back and forth. After about 20 minutes I couldn't help myself . I ripped open the box.

It was the purple dress that I saw the opening day of Fashion Week. I wanted to buy it but the $17, 000 dollar price tag was too extreme.

I figured that planes and taxis were one thing but Klaus would be pissed if I used his card for something so frivolous. Apparently I was wrong.

I had to wear it at least once. It was when I was on my way to the opera that I realized he must have been watching me at the fashion show. He must have come into town with Rebecca. So why was he avoiding me?

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