Second part to lips of an angel please?

Thanks Anon, not to mention everyone else that reviewed and messaged me asking for a sequel to this prompt. I've never written a second part to any drabble before but found some rare inspiration. This became longer than expected and so will be the second part in what I'm calling my angel trilogy. If you haven't read the first part you can find it in chapter 24.

Send Me an Angel

London, England

Open fire, on my burning heart

I've never been lucky in love

My defences are down

A kiss or a frown

I can't survive on my own

Send me an angel

Right now, right now

"Does it always rain like this?" Caroline asked, peering out the water streaked window attempting to see the passing scenery.

"I take it this is your first time in London then?" The cab driver asked, looking at her in the rearview mirror.

"What gave it away?" She asked, hating that she sounded like such a tourist.

"A few things," he chuckled, knowingly. "So what brings you to our fine city, Miss?"

"Please call me Caroline," she insisted, flashing him a smile. "Oh you know, the usual." For some reason telling a complete stranger that she planned on having sex with a guy she barely knew didn't seem like appropriate conversation material.

"What's the usual, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Well, sightseeing for starters…" she trailed off thinking there were definitely a few sites she had every intention of exploring in great depth. She shivered involuntarily imagining his sexy voice in her ear detailing everything he wanted to do to her.

"Big Ben is spectacular," he noted and Caroline blushed immediately thinking about the only big thing she wanted to see.

"So I've heard," she said, muffling a giggle. Since when did she giggle like a little girl? Klaus was certainly having an interesting effect on her, not that she was complaining. Ever since their confession just over a week ago she was struggling to control her excitement for their reunion.

"Do you know anyone in London?" Know was a strong word, yes they'd spoken multiple times over the phone but Caroline wasn't sure it was enough to constitute an actual personal relationship.

"I, uh, have a friend that lives over here," she replied, thinking friend was a more G rated term than phone sex partner.

"Oh well that's good, it always helps when you have a friend to do things with." Yes, it was much better to have someone to do certain things with, if only her driver knew exactly what that entailed.

After their conversation she'd broken the news to Tyler, she wanted to break up and was moving out of their apartment. He seemed shocked by her admission at first and had tried to change her mind but Caroline was determined and not just because of Klaus. She was sick of living a lie and didn't want her parent's expectations to take over her life.

He'd taken it remarkably well and Caroline assumed he thought the same deep down but was too cowardly to admit it. He'd even offered to move out so she could have the apartment. Who said a break up couldn't be amicable? Her parents of course had been livid but she was sick of trying to please them at the expense of her own happiness. Escaping to London during the fall out was definitely perfect timing.

"Here we are," the driver interrupted her thoughts, pulling up outside a cute looking townhouse in Chelsea. Suddenly the excitement she had been feeling was replaced by an overwhelming sense of dread. What if he didn't like her, what if the chemistry she thought they had was non existent in person, worst of all, what if it was awkward?

"Are you okay, Caroline?" The driver asked, noticing her sudden change in behaviour.

"Yeah, I just really need to, uh, use the phone," she stuttered, feeling like the doors on the black cab were enclosing in on her.

"You don't have a mobile phone?" He asked turning around and regarding her curiously.

"Huh?"

"Sorry I keep forgetting you Americans call it a cell, right?" He asked and she smiled by way of confirmation.

"It's low on battery," she admitted, sheepishly.

"Well, it looks like there's a phone box up the street, if you want I can drive you there?" He suggested and she nodded gratefully. "You've never really experienced England until you've been inside one of our telephone booths, after all."

Caroline busied herself with her belongings trying to contain the nerves that had taken up residence in her stomach and didn't seem to be leaving anytime soon. As they pulled up beside the red box she pulled out a wad of pound notes trying to make sense of the unfamiliar currency. It didn't help that her hands were shaking.

"It's those two," the driver explained pointing them out helpfully. "I'll even give you some small change for the phone."

"Thank, I'd really appreciate that," she replied gratefully as he supplied her the coins she needed.

"I hope London is everything you hoped it would be, Caroline," he smiled sincerely, placing her baggage on the footpath next to her and jumping back into his cab. She hoped so too. She gave a small wave watching as the black car drove off into the distance.

What was she doing here? As much as she hated to admit it three months of phone conversations didn't mean anything serious. She didn't even know what Klaus looked like. Katherine had insisted on a full investigation before she travelled across the pond to meet someone who could, according to her, potentially be a serial killer.

Caroline knew Katherine had her best interests at heart but she didn't want to spoil the mystery. Call her a crazy romantic, but things had been perfect up until this point and the thought of seeing him for the first time was something that meant so much to her.

She steeled her nerves and entered the phone box, realising just how much luggage she had given the scarce amount of room available. Caroline grabbed the phone, inserting a bunch of coins hoping they'd equal the cost of a local call before dialing the number she knew off by heart. She felt her heart beat quicken waiting for his familiar voice to fill her ear.

"Hello?" He asked, making Caroline go momentarily weak at the knees. His voice always had that effect, but she was always fortunate enough to be sitting, unlike now. She inhaled deeply before responding.

"It's me."

"Caroline?"

"The one and only," she murmured, trying to calm her nerves but failing miserably.

"Is everything okay?" He asked and she could sense the anxiety in his tone.

"Well," she began wondering whether she should voice her concerns. "I'm in London."

"That's a good start," he chuckled nervously. "I know I've already offered, but do you need me to pick you up from Heathrow? It's no trouble." Caroline softened immediately knowing this wasn't his first offer. She didn't want to put him out so had refused on a number of occasions. The fact he was asking again demonstrated just how kind he was.

"Uh, I'm actually just down the street, in a phone booth," she replied weakly, thinking just how weird that sounded.

"That would explain the strange number. Well, you didn't have to call beforehand you can just come inside."

"I could…"

"Are you having second thoughts, love," he murmured, obviously reading her thoughts.

"Maybe," she squeaked. "I'm just so nervous."

"Trust me so am I," he agreed. "I think I've cleaned my place about ten times now."

"Glad to see we also have OCD tendencies in common," she laughed, despite her nerves.

"I completely understand if you are, I mean we barely know each other at the end of the day."

"Exactly," she shot back. "You could be a serial killer for all I know."

"I think I lack the attention to detail for that particular profession," he joked. "Although I do understand your reservations."

"Blame my best friend Katherine for putting those thoughts in my head," she groaned. "I want to see you Klaus, I'm just so scared."

"About what?"

"That I won't live up to your expectations," she admitted, knowing her doubts were on full show.

"That's where you're wrong, sweetheart," he murmured. "You have exceeded every expectation I ever had, I just worry that you won't think the same about me."

"Well, that's just silly," she assured him quickly. Caroline was crazy for this guy and suddenly the nerves she had vanished. This is exactly where she was meant to be, with him.

"I'm glad to hear that, love," he said and she could tell he was grinning into the phone.

"So what's for dinner? You know I'm absolutely starving after that long flight."

"Well, you've come to the right place, my mother's famous Beef Wellington is on the menu."

"I have no idea what that is but I'm willing to give anything a try, I'm that hungry."

"I have so much to teach you," he laughed. "So how about you head on down when you're ready of course."

"When I'm ready?"

"Well, I just figured you were changing into your Supergirl outfit in the phone booth, I mean that's what they are for, after all."

"You won't know what hit you," she promised. "See you soon."

xxxxx

She stood on his doorstep taking deep breaths before she knocked. Even with all his reassurance Caroline was still nervous. It wasn't because she didn't want him, because every fibre of her being was telling her the opposite. She held up her hand and knocked tentatively on the red door.

She heard footsteps, each movement causing her to hold her breath. The door flew open and Caroline was immediately floored wondering what to look at first. Should she focus on his dark blonde curls that she wanted to run through her fingers, the dark blue eyes that stared intensely into hers or the crimson lips that were curved into a welcoming smile?

"Well, it's about time," he greeted her, gesturing for her to come inside. "Dinner is ready."

"You don't know just how hungry I am" she murmured knowing she wasn't just talking about food. Handing him her coat and walking inside realising this was exactly where she needed to be right now. Yes he was gorgeous but Caroline knew then and there that she fell in love with him months ago.