A/N: My chapters get longer every time. This has some small fluff in it but I tried to keep it realistic. I hope you enjoy reading!

They were sitting in the first class of a high class airline. When they had arrived at the airport Klaus had compelled the airline attendant to give them the seats of some business men. He would have preferred to fly alone in the first class but this was not the time of luxury but of haste. Caroline had barely said a word since they had entered the helicopter. She was following him in a resigned way that he did not like. When he tried to talk to her she gave monosyllable answers or just ignored his questions altogether. At this moment she was sitting in the seat next to him and looked more tired than he had ever seen her.

"Caroline, would you please tell me what is going on?" He asked her in a concerned voice.

"I am just tired. Twenty-four hour ago I was dancing in a club and my biggest problem was my growing alcohol level. Now I am in a plane on my way to Europe, I have been shot, I have been vervained and I am hungry and cranky. Does that answer your question?" She asked snippy.

"You are hungry? Well, that can be changed."

"I am not drinking from a human. I prefer my blood already bagged up and from a willing donor."

"Do you think they would be willing if they knew what their blood was for? And a willing donor I can find you. I really think you should eat something. Maybe a little stewardess? She seems nice and tasty."

Caroline turned away from him and looked outside the window not bothering to comment on his idea.

"Oh come on love, I was just joking. If you don't want to feed than you must suffer, it is your choice." He motioned one of the stewardesses to come to their seats. Caroline looked up frightened.

"Are you crazy? You can't just bite someone in the middle of all these people." Caroline said aggravated.

"Relax, love!" He said to her and to the stewardess: "Could you bring me and my girlfriend a scotch without ice, please?" The stewardess nodded and left. "I am just trying to make this easier for you."

"Hmpf! Calling me your girlfriend is not making this easier."

"Fine, then suffer. At least I tried." He said slightly angry.

They passed the next few hours in silence next to each other. Caroline could see out of the corner of her eye that he looked at her from time to time but never bothered to try to start a conversation. She was happy about it. There was some much that she had to think about. First of all she was on a plane with Klaus to an unknown place and could not have really prevented it. She had to admit that it wasn't absolutely true. He hadn't tried to convince her she had just followed. If she had wanted she could have stayed but with a whole country of werewolves thinking that she was Klaus bitch that may not be a good idea. Second she had still no idea what was really going on. Klaus was interrupted before he could go to the important part. She still didn't know what had happened to her memories. She turned to him.

"What happened with me?"

"So suddenly you decide to talk to me again?" He asked mockingly.

She just kept starring at him.

"Love, this is maybe not the right place to talk about these issues. There are a lot of people around us that could be listening."

"As if you care. You can always just compel them."

"You know that you should not solve every problem with compulsion. There are other ways to look at your issues, if you ever feel like talking about it, don't hesitate to call me." He was laughing at her.

"Why do I get the feeling that you are not taking me serious? And I am not the one that should be lectured about compulsion, that poor man in the parking lot probably had to walk home."

"As far as I remember it was you who did not want to walk. I just found a means to your end."

"Well, excuse me that I did not feel like walking after I spent a night in a dark room with a slowly rotting away vampire and after I got shot. Oh shit," she suddenly opened her eyes wide "I totally forgot about Pedro."

"Who is Pedro?" He asked quickly turning his face towards her.

"Just my occasional lover. You know, nothing serious."

He just starred at her until she could not contain her laughter.

"Miss Forbes, would you be so kind to explain yourself?" He asked slightly tense

"Pedro was the other vampire in the room. He had been there for a few weeks and was not even able to move anymore. Oh my god, and I totally just forgot him there. Unless he managed to snatch that big werewolf, of course." She added more to herself then to Klaus. He stared at her with fascination. Over the whole time he didn't have the time to ask what had actually happened and how she had gotten out of the prison. When he asked her now she told him how she had attacked the werewolf after he had shot her and had escaped. Secretly he was proud of her. He had seen that side in her but never without him being close by and triggering her moments. The fact that she had gotten out of her problems by herself made him feel safer. Now he knew that she was still capable of defending herself even without her memories. She did notice that he was a little bit impressed by her actions and without realizing it the feeling made her happy.

They landed in the cold early spring weather. The rest of their journey had been calm and relaxing. Caroline had never been to Europe but the weather was already not to her liking. When she commented on that Klaus laughed. He said, that sometimes the weather changed so fast in April that it could be pouring one moment and bright sunshine the next moment.

They took a cab from the airport to Klaus apartment. Of course he had an apartment in this city as well. He told her, that he generally preferred to stay in hotels because it was more comfortable but for their means their own home was more practical. While driving through the city she noticed many people on the street although it was late at night and rather cold compared to the temperatures she was used to now. They passed through very different districts from the slightly suburban looking outskirts of the city through to the new huge buildings in some neighborhoods until they arrived at their destination in a very urban part of the city. They got out of the cab and entered the building. Caroline was confused at the lack of security in the building but Klaus seemed to think they were safe here.

The apartment was again a penthouse but smaller than the other one she had seen before. The furniture looked a lot less personal as if someone else had furnished it. There were a few paintings on the wall but she could immediately tell that none of them was painted by Klaus.

"I'll show you your room. You will be sleeping in the guest room." Klaus said to her while she was still looking at the apartment. "I think we will be staying here a few nights."

She followed him into a nice bedroom with a queen size bed that looked incredibly comfortable. She had dozed off a little bit on the flight but was still extraordinary tired.

"I'll go out for a few hours. I have to meet some people and get myself acquainted with the scene again. I haven't been back for a few years. I assume you would prefer to get some rest?" He asked her. She nodded and immediately let herself fall on the bed.

"I'll be back in a few hours. Don't wait up for me. I'll be fine."

"Hmm!" She answered while she was already falling asleep with her clothes on. He smiled at her and left the room. They really needed to talk but it was probably a good idea if she was better rested then.

She only woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee. She checked on her phone what time it was and realized that it was already past ten. She felt well rested although she had slept in yesterday's clothes. She didn't even remember Klaus leaving the room. She took a quick shower and changed into the warmest clothes that she had taken with her. Following the coffee smell she found him sitting in the kitchen reading a newspaper. It looked so domestic that she had to smile a little bit. He didn't look up when she entered the room but simply said: "There is fresh coffee in the coffee maker and food and drink in the fridge." This only reminded her that she still had not fed and would need to find a hospital as a food source. She took the cup that he had placed on the table and filled it with coffee. Then she went to the fridge to find milk for her coffee. When she opened it she gasped. There were a not so small number of blood bags in the lower shelf. She took one and turned questioningly to Klaus. Again he did not look up from his newspaper but said: "I couldn't let you starve, could I? That does not mean that I don't think drinking it from the vein is much better and that I am not judging you. And I will definitely not do this, don't even think about asking."

"Thank you, Klaus! I really appreciate this you know." She said thankfully.

"Yeah, whatever I just came across it last night. It's no big deal." He grumbled from behind his paper but she could hear the satisfaction in his voice. She sat down across him with her coffee and a blood bag. Again she was astonished by the domestic look of the scene. She looked at his newspaper but noticed that is was not written in English. Still he was reading it without any visible effort.

"How many languages do you speak?" She asked him.

"A few. I picked up some knowledge along the past ten thousand years." He grinned at her over the edge of the paper. She laughed and started sucking on her blood bag. Since he had hidden himself again behind the paper she just stretched her legs and relaxed. Suddenly she felt his legs brush against hers under the table. Not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere she let this behavior slide for the moment. After she had finished her coffee and the bag he lowered the paper.

"I have to meet some people that I did not reach yesterday. Would you like to accompany me? I can show you a little bit of the city if you want."

She looked out of the window behind him. It was raining a little bit.

"I would love that but I am afraid I did not pack clothes for this kind of weather. Do you have a coat or something for me?" He laughed: "Well, love, I am not sure if my coats will fit you but I am sure we will find something for you wear in this big city." They got up and he called a cab. In the cab he told the driver an address that she did not understand.

"I don't need anything fancy, you know? Just a normal coat would be fine." She reminded him.

"Don't worry I know just the right place." For some reason she thought that he would still take her to a fancy store. She watched the city pass. There were so many people on the street that seemed to be from all over the world, on some houses there was amazing graffiti art and she immediately liked the mixture of building from different centuries that she could see around her.

"Why are there bears everywhere?" She asked Klaus who seemed to know the city well.

"They are the town's landmark. Different artists from all over the country have painted them."

They finally arrived at their destination. It was a middle sized clothing store on a nice street in what seemed to be the heart of the city. The door was opened for them and as soon as she saw them a woman in the beginning of her thirties came rushing to them.

"Mr. Mikaelson, what a pleasant surprise." She said to Klaus in English and shook his hand. "How are you and how is your sister?"

"Thank you, Lisa. I am very fine and so is my sister. This" he put his hands on Caroline's back "is my special friend Caroline who is a little unequipped with warm clothes. I thought that maybe you could help her out in that department."

Lisa looked at her and nodded: "Of course I can help you. What size do you have? 36?"

Caroline looked a little confused at her: "I am usually wearing something between a 4 and a 6."

"Well of course," Lisa said "American sizes." Caroline already did not like that woman and had the bad feeling that that was mutual. Maybe she had been going out with Klaus out at some time. But Klaus did not go out with human women. So she probably just wanted to go out with him. Well, Caroline thought, but he is here with me and not you. Your bad! She turned to Klaus and asked: "Are you staying here or do you have to attend other matters?"

"Don't worry, love," he grinned at her "I am not planning on missing the fashion show."

She rolled her eyes at him but was a little bit content that he wasn't leaving her alone with the unfamiliar woman. She followed Lisa into the store and started talking to her about the things she needed.

She was surprised at what a patient shopper Klaus was. As long as she kept him entertained and showed him what she was trying on. He even gave helpful advice on what looked good on her. Maybe Rebecca had pressured him into a few shopping tour over the past one thousand years and that's how he learned to be so patient. She finally decided on some shirts, jeans, a few pair of tights, some skirts and an absolutely stunning blue coat that went down to her knees. She gave Lisa the clothes to pack up. She fished in her handbag for her credit card and looked for a cashier. Klaus was already standing at the exit waiting for her. She approached him and said in a low voice: "I still have to pay and take my bags."

"They will take the money from my account and deliver the clothes to our apartment. Except for the coat that you should put on now."

"Klaus, I can very well pay for my own clothes. Please, let me pay it back to you."

"Caroline, as you have said yourself: I put you in this misery of having to buy new clothes, therefore let me please pay for them. Without me you would not need them anyway."

She was about to protest when Lisa appeared at her side and gave her the coat. She put it on and turned to Klaus: "Well, then thank you." Without thinking she planted a small kiss on his cheek watching with a devilish satisfaction Lisa's smile drop for a second. Klaus looked surprised but pleased. He held open the door for her and they left the store.

"Had I known that it just takes me buying you new clothes for this reaction I would have done it earlier." He smirked at her. She hit him playfully on the arm. "Now, where to, master of the city?"

The rest of the day he gave her a tour through the city. At seven they met an acquaintance of him who was a witch. She did not want to stay with them over dinner so they simply had a drink together in a bar. She was not openly afraid of Klaus but clearly not his biggest fan.

"I have asked around in the local community. The man you are looking for was here but he has already left. Where to, I can't tell you. From what I heard he took an unusual interest in some of the arts exhibited in the middle east museum. Are you familiar with the reproduction of the Babylonian procession street and the gate? My contact told me he spend some time a few years ago in the archives of the expedition and returned again for some days only a short time ago."

"Babylon? What is trying to learn?" Klaus frowned.

"I can't tell you more. I don't know more." She hesitated for a moment. "I can tell you someone who might know more about this whole situation. But don't tell her that I gave you her contact. She will be furious and I don't have any intention of being drained."

"A vampire? Who?" Klaus asked.

"Her name is Clarissa. She has been around for a very long time and dedicated her time to her studies long ago. You might find her tonight at the park. There is a party that she frequently attends." Klaus thought for a moment. "Clarissa, you say? That name sounds familiar. Where have I heard it before?"

This time it was the witch that frowned: "As far as I know you were the one that turned her. I have to go now. You'll meet her there. Please don't contact me again. I have a reputation to uphold and fraternizing with vampires is not exactly the right way." She got up and nodded at them. Then he walked gracefully out the door.

Caroline hadn't said a word during the whole conversation. Now she looked at Klaus who was still brooding over something: "What does this mean?"

He looked at her still deep in thought: "I am not sure. I think I really need to talk to Clarissa. But I doubt that she will be happy to see me. We didn't really part in friendly terms."

Caroline couldn't stop herself from saying: "Yet she still lives up to this day? Why the self-control?"

"First of all, I don't kill everybody that does not agree with me." She snorted slightly, he grinned. "And sometimes you have to leave people alive so someone can spread the word that the alpha is in town. And finally it pays of that I have kept her alive. She kept out of my radar and I never really noticed her after we parted. Maybe it is time for a reunion."

"So basically, we are going to meet up with one of your super old girlfriends that can't stand the sight of you, right?"

"We didn't really use the term girlfriend then. But yes, she was my companion for a few years roughly 600 years ago. If I didn't know better I would say you have been jealous today. First Lisa, now this. Caroline, you are not making this easy."

"Pf, you wish. I am just interested in not being left behind for some super old chick since I am already stuck with you." She replied but could still see him smirking. "Oh, let's just go. I apparently have a party to get ready for." She got up and he followed her still grinning while starring at her back. She did have a party to get ready for.

A/N: This party will be interesting I promise. ;-) Love, Santavica