The next morning Caroline looked through her suitcase to see if she had brought something she could use later that night. This quickly turned her whole room into a mess and Caroline knew she wouldn't be able to leave without cleaning up and putting her things in the big closet. Some would think it as a waste of time but Caroline liked when her things where organized.

She took her time, not knowing what to do with herself when she was done. She had lain in her bed an hour after waking up way to early without being able to fall asleep again. She had finally faced defeat and had gotten up to take a bath. For the next hour, while the water got colder, Caroline thought about how she should get through the next couple of days.

She had no idea how she was going to catch Marcel's attention, especially with him being "the King" as he probably had lots of girls running after him. Caroline shook her head as she realised why Klaus really wanted Marcel gone. This had nothing to do with the witches or it being his city; Klaus wanted to be king. He was jealous. Probably not a pretty sight.

Does Klaus even know about this plan? He probably doesn't even know I'm here. Where the hell can he be? Out on some romantic trip with Hayley, maybe?

The thought of Klaus and Hayley on a romantic trip together made her laugh out loud. Just the two of them being in the same room without wanting to tear each other's throats out seemed impossible. Klaus and Hayley. It was too weird and Caroline wouldn't believe until she saw it with her own eyes. She didn't trust Hayley one bit.

Caroline spent the rest of the day wandering around in the French Quarter. She managed to find two dresses in the shops; a red one and a black one. She knew she would probably never wear the red one again but it was just as cheap as it looked so it didn't matter much.

Her old self might have liked it but now she just thought it was both too short and too sparkly. It was deep red with sequins covering every inch of it and no straps. She was unsure whether it was too much but she knew how important it was that Marcel noticed her. The black dress would at least dial it down if the other was over the top.

The black one was more her style even though it also showed a lot of skin. It was a simple black dress with long sleeves that wrapped around her body in a most favourable way. The most of her back would be bare and it was only a little longer than the red dress, but it was definitely a keeper.

Caroline left her room in the red dress, ready to meet with Elijah at the bar at nine. She gave Marie a quick smile as she passed through the lobby and then stepped out, into the night.

Camille tried to hold down a yawn but didn't quite manage to and quickly turned her back on the few customers in the bar. It was her second nightshift in a row and she still had one more to go before she had her two nights of freedom. As she turned around to face the barstools, she was surprised to see Elijah's blonde "friend" Caroline, sit right in front of her.

Caroline looked different from the night before but Camille wasn't sure whether it was a good or a bad different. She was wearing sparkling red strapless dress and her curly hair was placed in a band on the left side of her face with a lock hanging loose at the right side. Her make-up was heavier than before but in a way that made the blue colour in her eyes stand out. Caroline might be beautiful but tonight she looked hot.

Camille raised her eyebrows in admiration but Caroline didn't quite seem to notice it. She looked nervous and kept looking at the clock behind Camille in the bar. Camille tried smiling at her but Caroline only managed to send her back a weird grimace.

"Are you okay? Can I get you something?" Camille asked with worry in her voice. Caroline looked at her, then at the door and lastly at the clock.

"I'm fine. I'll just have two Tequila shots, please." Caroline said and tried to send Camille a cheerful smile.

"You want anything with that?" Camille asked as she poured the Tequila into two shot glasses.

"Nope, this is perfect." Caroline answered with a seemingly carefree voice. The blonde quickly downed the shots and then went back to look at the clock. Who was she waiting for in this outfit?

The answer came walking in the door in the form of Elijah Mikaelson and Caroline amedietly jumped from her chair. Camille noticed that she was wearing a pair of nude stilettos, making her legs seem longer than usual.

There was an awkward moment as Elijah let his eyes glide over Caroline's body and then nodded. Camille was at a loss to what was going on but had learned that nothing in this city was as it seemed. Caroline gave her a quick smile before she followed Elijah out the door and Camille winked at her, hoping to see the blonde again soon.

Caroline felt highly uncomfortable as she moved down a small but crowded alley to get to the house that Elijah had told her about. She felt several eyes on her back from both the humans and vampires as she passed them and she felt a slight relieve when she finally reached the open entrance to where loud music was coming from.

Caroline stepped inside the crowded room that was in two floors and filled with people. In the corner left of her was a vampire about to bite a girl in the neck but she didn't seem to mind. She didn't looked compelled either and Caroline couldn't help but think that every human woman in here probably had seen Twilight and thought it was great.

She had no idea how to find Marcel and she wasn't going to ask. He had to come to her, Elijah had said. Otherwise it would be too suspicious. It reminded her on all the times she had distracted Klaus. That had been more… thrilling, though. This just gave her a weird cold feeling inside that she couldn't shake.

She made her way through the dance floor to what Caroline thought to be the bar and ordered another Tequila shot. As she placed the empty shot glass on the bar, she felt a pair of eyes on her and quickly looked up. Marcel was standing on the second floor, looking down at her and smiling. She gave him a little wave and before he could react, she turned her back on him.

With all her senses pinpointed at him, she wasn't surprised when he suddenly stood right beside her. She ignored him for a couple of seconds and then turned towards him slowly with a smile. His face was lit up in a smile and Caroline forced herself not to move away from him. What was it with this guy?

"Caroline. Welcome to my city." Marcel said with open arms. This made the people standing by raise their glasses towards him and Caroline wondered have many ears that were listening to their conversation.

"I thought I had come to New Orleans and not Marcel's city. But I guess you have made this town more fun." Caroline replied with raised eyebrows and a seemingly impressed look on her face.

"So you've heard about me?" Marcel asked and smirked. Two glasses was suddenly put in front of them and Caroline looked up in confusion, not remembering Marcel ordering anything.

"Well, I've asked around. I was curious." Caroline said with a shrug of her shoulders in attempt to act indifferent but still showing that she was interested. She took a quick sip of her drink to get her nervousness away but it didn't quite help.

"And what did you learn?" Marcel said, leaning towards her with a grin on his face.

"Let's just say that I'm impressed by what you've accomplished." Caroline said with a low voice a she looked at him from behind her eyelashes. She had to stop herself from laughing, when she saw how easy he fell into her trap and Caroline couldn't help but think that his arrogance one day would his downfall. Maybe it already was.

Before he could say anymore, she raised her glass towards him and then downed her drink, making him laugh out loud. She put her glass on the bar, winked at him and started walking away from the bar. She felt like everyone's eyes were on her as she walked towards the exit and left "the King" hanging.

"Until next time, Caroline" Marcel just yelled after her without moving from the bar.

"If you're lucky." Caroline said into the air without turning around, knowing that he could hear her loud and clear. She could hear his laughter as she stepped out into the cold night and wooshed away as soon as it was possible to get away from it.

Caroline woke as she heard someone turning the doorknob and quickly flew from her bed to stand behind the door. As the door slowly opened, Caroline held her breath and prepared herself to run. She had no idea who it was but all of her fears suddenly came to life. It could be Marcel who had found out that she was working with Elijah. Or it could be Silas who that had learned she was in New Orleans. Or it could be…

"Caroline, get dressed. I will be back to speak with you in ten minutes." Elijah's voice made her exhale quickly and she felt a sudden need to punch him in the face for scaring her so much.

Probably not a good move, Caroline…

Elijah closed the door as he exited the room and Caroline took a couple of minutes to calm completely down before she got dressed. Then she called Elijah's name, thinking he would be close enough to hear her. A sound from the balcony made her turn and she wasn't surprised to see Elijah stand outside.

"Couldn't this have waited until I was actually awake and dressed?!" Caroline said as she opened the door and let Elijah inside. He sat down in the chair by the door and crossed his legs without answering.

"I wanted to make sure everything went as it should last night. And that you are ready for tonight." Elijah said with a voice that sound like really cared about how it went or whether she was ready.

"I guess it went fine. And I'm so ready to get this done with. That Marcel guy is seriously creepy." Caroline said with a tired voice. Her comment made Elijah smile as if what she said was funny but Caroline had given up trying to understand Elijah and just shook her head.

"And Klaus will be back tomorrow?" Caroline asked with a voice that sounded a little too indifferent. Elijah simply nodded as if he didn't notice her attempt to act like she didn't care.

"I have another question. How did you know that I've already met Marcel?" Caroline said with a feeling that she already knew the answer. Elijah had probably followed her after she left the bar to make sure she went home.

"I did not follow you if that is what you believe. I was talking to him, when he noticed you, walking alone on the street. Marcel has this… test. If you are brave, you live. If you get scared, well I believe you understand the concept." Elijah said without showing any emotion. Total stone face as always.

Caroline felt grossed out at the thought of her having to be close to him again. She just had to get night over with and then she could back to Silas. Why did that sound better?

After a weird but friendly chat with Elijah, he finally left and Caroline fell backwards onto her bed. There was something about Elijah that always made her tense and slightly uncomfortable. She wasn't afraid of him killing her anymore but it was like there was something luring under the surface of his politeness that scared the hell out of her.

Caroline lay in the bed for half an hour, staring at the ceiling in order to collect her thoughts. Klaus would arrive in New Orleans tomorrow and possibly with Hayley. The man, who was in love with her, had moved on and it hurt Caroline more than she cared to admit. It was six months since she had seen him last but if she closed her eyes, she could still feel his soft lips on her cheek and Caroline had to sigh loudly to release the tension that was building in her body.

This is ridiculous, Caroline. Klaus has clearly moved on. Besides, you kinda have to date his friend – protégé? – now, so maybe it's all for the better that Klaus don't care…

What if he still cares?

Caroline had asked herself that every hour since she arrived in New Orleans and still had gotten no answer. Caroline was single now and free to be with whoever she wanted. But who did she want?

Caroline spent the rest of her day wandering around the Quarter as she secretly searched for wherever the Mikaelsons where living. She assumed they lived together as they did in Mystic Falls and couldn't help but to look after a big mansion. After walking around the city for a couple of hours, a depressing thought hit her; what if Klaus was living with Hayley somewhere separate from the others?

She wasn't sure why the thought made her feel so gloomy and after another hour of walking, she decided to go back to Marie and wait for the night to come. Elijah had told her to go down to a jazz club called Maison Bourbon Jazz Club, where Marcel would be. Caroline had tried asking the Original how he knew that but he had just looked at her and told her that it wasn't important. Elijah made her feel like a child and she hated it.

After emptying her last blood bag, Caroline put on the black dress and a pair of red shoes. She let her curls hang loose and matched her shoes with a red lipstick. She looked a lot more like herself than the night before and Caroline couldn't quite stop smiling at herself as she stood in front of the mirror.

I look hot! When there's no one else to tell me, I might as well tell myself… Caroline, you look hot.

As Caroline came closer to the jazz club a vaguely familiar voice could be heard over the loud music and she had to keep herself from rolling her eyes as she stepped inside and saw Marcel standing on a small stage, singing. This guy just couldn't get enough of himself. He loved the attention he got from both all the men and women standing by as he sang 'I Got You (I Feel Good)' by James Brown with a wide smile on his lips.

Caroline slowly moved towards the small stage as she looked at him, trying to find his eyes. As soon as she caught them, she looked away, knowing that she had his attention and walked up to the bar. Without looking, Caroline knew what was going on behind her and therefore she was not surprised when she turned around and Marcel was standing right behind her, still singing in the wireless microphone.

As he danced in front of her, Caroline had a hard time fighting the laughter that was bubbling inside of her and hid it with a wide smile on her face. She crossed her arms while still looking at him, trying not to look too impressed of his singing. She had to give him that, though. As the song finished, Caroline took a decision to just go along with it, so she took the microphone from him and went up to the stage.

The guests in the bar stared confused at her for a moment and then looked at Marcel to see how he reacted. He was looking at her with a look Caroline couldn't quite read and then smiled at her, making the guests in the bar applause. The next song began and Caroline was relieved that she knew by heart. It was "Hey Love" by Quadron, a song Caroline sang to herself in the shower.

"Hey love, what's going on in here? You're ruthless like a stone." Caroline started singing without looking away from Marcel. She flirted with her eyes, movements and the words of the song but without giving him her full attention. She frequently found another pair of male eyes to look in for a second before she returned to Marcel, who was watching her from the bar.

"But if you really want my love, you got to show me. Don't leave me waiting in the dark for you."

As Caroline sang the words, she found a new pair of eyes close to the door and for a split second she forgot where she was. The green eyes staring back at her were all too familiar and Caroline's eyes quickly moved across the Original's face to see the dark blonde curls and the full lips she had studied so many times.

Caroline forced herself to look away, only to look back at him as the song ended. She had forgotten all about Marcel, who was suddenly standing beside her on the stage. She hesitantly turned towards Marcel, feeling Klaus' stare with all of her senses, and curtsied before him. He grinned and bowed to her, making the applause in the jazz club louder.

Marcel offered her his hand, which she took, and led Caroline down from the stage to the bar. She turned her gaze in the direction of Klaus and panicked for a second, when she didn't find him. Klaus was standing in the other end of the room, talking to Elijah, who had his back on Caroline, but his eyes were plastered to Caroline's.

She had no idea what they were saying but Caroline felt a sudden need to talk to him, to explain. Elijah was probably already doing it but the hurt look in his eyes didn't go away. She needed to get over there.

"Who are they?" Caroline asked Marcel with a voice that sounded of normal curiosity. She watched Marcel's face expression carefully to see if he became suspicious of her question but all she saw was a brief moment of fear in his eyes before he almost forced a smile upon his face.

"You really know how to choose us, don't you?" Marcel teased as he placed a hand on her back to lead her towards the two brothers. Caroline looked at him with an innocent look as if she had no idea what he was talking about, which made him laugh at her silently.

Caroline was certain her heart was giving her away as they closed in on Klaus and Elijah as the pace fastened. She had a weird smile plastered on her face that almost seemed stuck and she noticed how Klaus forced himself to smile as he pretended to notice Marcel. Elijah turned around to face the two and his face gave nothing away.

"Klaus! Am I glad to see you back, my friend!" Marcel laughed, spreading his arms to give Klaus a quick hug. In the meantime, Caroline screamed at Elijah with her eyes but the Original didn't react. Then Caroline turned her attention towards Klaus, whose eyes were screaming at her.

"Caroline, meet Klaus Mikaelson; my friend and sire. Klaus, this is Caroline; she's new in town." Marcel introduced the two without noticing the looks they were sending each other.

"It's a pleasure, love." Klaus said as he took her hand and pressed his lips against it without taking his eyes of her. Caroline felt how everything inside her turned upside down and she couldn't do anything but smile.

I am so screwed…

A/N: Finally some klaroline!:D Hope you like this chapter:) Tell me what you think! And what you thought about my choice of song. I didn't want to write the lyrics down as it just would have made the chapter unnecessary long. But go listen to the song!:D I love it myself.

And remember to forget (if that made any sense) all about the episodes that are airing now:) This is more of an alternate timeline and some of it was written before both TO and TVD began the new seasons:) Which is why Marcel might seem OOC. I had barely any idea how he was like, when I wrote some of this:)