This is where second part of this story begins.

Five years later

Caroline fell back on the bed and a heavy body landed on top of her. She could hear his heart beat fast as he placed his lips on her, almost in an attempt to devour her. His arms were on either side of Caroline, so she wouldn't feel all of his weight on top of her and she tangled her fingers in his brown hair to press his lips closer to hers.

He was placed between her legs and in a quick movement, Caroline rolled on top, straddling him while she pulled her dress over her head. His hands moved down her waist and over her thighs and she smiled at him before she leaned down and began kissing his neck, her hands moving down his naked chest.

Martin lifted himself from the bed, now sitting up with his chest against hers and pulled her closer to him with firm hands. His hands moved over her back and found the hook of her bra. Caroline's phone rang just as he was about to unhook it and he groaned, annoyed by the interruption.

"Don't answer that." he breathed as he continued kissing her, but Caroline pulled away and managed to reach her phone from her purse without moving from her position. Martin fell back on the bed with a frustrated look on his face, but Caroline just smiled at him.

"For fanden…" Martin gritted through his teeth and Caroline leaned forward to look him in the eyes, her phone still ringing.

"No need to stop." she compelled him with a smirk and answered her phone. Martin smiled back at her and rolled them around, placing himself on top again and Caroline on her back.

"Hello?" Caroline said into the phone, smiling as Martin started kissing her neck.

"Sofia? It's me Pheodora." a female voice answered.

"Hey, what's up?" Caroline replied, biting her lower lip to stop the sound that was about to escape her. That boy surely knew how to use his hands.

"It's almost time." was all the other vampire said, clearly thinking Caroline knew what she was talking about. And Caroline was fully aware, but decided to ask anyway.

"For what?" she said and heard Pheodora sigh. Caroline made a great deal of letting people underestimate her and not see her as a threat. It was keeping her out of trouble and was a great way to surprise anyone, who was out to get her. And through the last five years, it had become plenty.

"For the seize. I will be leaving for the States in a couple of days, where I need to talk to the last vampires I have managed to get a hold of, but I think you should stay in… where was it you were again?"

"Denmark." Caroline replied and smiled. She had really grown to like the small country during the last couple of months.

And especially the people. More specifically Martin.

Caroline inhaled deeply as she felt how Martin moved on top of her and had to remove the phone a little for Pheodora not hear it.

"Right. Stay there and then I'll call you, when you can come to New Orleans."

"Sure." Caroline moaned, when Martin found a sensitive spot on her neck.

"Are you having sex right now?" Pheodora exclaimed through the phone.

"No!" Caroline answered, but another moan escaped the second later.

"Sofia?!"

"Technically I'm not having sex yet." Caroline laughed and she heard how Pheodora made a displeased sound.

"Bye, Sofia." Pheodora said and hang up. Without looking at it, Caroline tossed the phone to the side and with an inhuman movement, Caroline was on top again. Martin was looking at her with confusion, clearly surprised by what had just happened.

"Look, Martin, tomorrow I will leave the country and I probably won't come back in your lifetime." Caroline told him, pinning his arms to the bed with her hands.

"What, why?" Martin asked, confused by her sudden statement.

"This has been great. You are amazing and you really know how to use those hands of yours, but I need you to forget that you ever met me, okay? We can't have anyone following me." Caroline compelled him and he simply nodded.

"Well, then. This will be the last time we'll do this, so let's make it good." Caroline said and smirked at him before she pressed her lips against his, knowing that this was the silence before the storm and she sure as hell was going to enjoy it.

"Farvel, Martin." Caroline whispered goodbye with one of the few Danish phrases she had learned before she tiptoed out of his apartment, her heels in her hand. She chastised herself as she stopped in the door to take on last look at his sleeping body, knowing that she was probably going to miss him and that she shouldn't.

But Martin had been a welcoming distraction the last month, while Caroline waited for Pheodora's call. They hadn't really been on any dates and it had more or less just been one long one-night stand. But he was sweet and funny, not to forget very good looking. Not boyfriend material, but no-one seemed to be these days.

After grabbing her things from the rented apartment she had been staying in, Caroline took a taxi to Copenhagen Airport and found the first ticket office.

"Kan jeg hjælpe dig?" a young woman with red-dyed hair asked her with a tired voice as it was early morning. Caroline didn't understand her, but she recognized the tone of voice as an inquiry to whether Caroline needed her help.

"I want to buy a ticket for the first flight to New Orleans." Caroline told the woman and received an apologetic smile, when she realized that Caroline didn't speak Danish.

"Let me take a look." the woman told her and then proceeded to run her fingers over her computer keyboard in search for a ticket for Caroline.

"I can get you on a flight for Washington in three hours and then you will have to fly to New Orleans from there. I apologize that we have no direct flights to New Orleans." the woman told her after a couple of minutes as she looked back at Caroline.

"That's perfect." Caroline told the woman with a cheery voice and then handed over one of her fake passports from her purse. If anyone was following her, they at least wouldn't be able to track her by her name.

"Okay, Miss Pond that will be five thousand dollars." the red-haired woman informed her and before handing back Caroline's passport that said her name was Amelia Pond. Caroline dove back into her purse and withdrew the credit card that matched the name.

Moments later Caroline walked through security, her only baggage being a handbag and into the shopping area of the airport. After walking around for an hour, Caroline placed herself in a chair by the only Starbucks in Denmark, not-so-conveniently placed in the airport.

Caroline leaned back and closed her eyes as she thought about the reason she was now sitting in this airport, waiting for an airplane to take her to New Orleans. Pheodora wanted her to wait until she needed Caroline there, but even though they had built some kind of friendship, Caroline was not at Pheodora's beck and call.

Caroline had met the Greek beauty in Athena three months earlier, while she had been in a bar, drinking alone as she sometimes did. Pheodora had placed herself beside Caroline and giving her the name Valerica. Caroline had refused to speak with her until Pheodora gave her, her real name. Of course, Pheodora neither knew Caroline's real name nor how she actually looked like.

For all Pheodora knew, Caroline's name was Sofia and she had auburn curls and intense green eyes. Sofia was quite the beauty, but it had been sheer coincidence that Caroline kept her own appearance to herself that day. As soon as Caroline had read Pheodora's intentions, she had decided to keep it that way, but had gone along with the game as Pheodora the next week had worked to gain her trust.

Because their meeting hadn't been a coincidence and Pheodora knew exactly what Caroline was capable of. She had after several months, following only rumors, managed to track Caroline down and Caroline had been a little impressed by her insistency.

When Pheodora finally told Caroline why she had been following her across Europe, Caroline did nothing but sigh. Pheodora had told her about a powerful vampire that she wanted to take down and had avoided the elephant in the room for almost half an hour, while she told about her plans and how it involved Caroline.

"And who is this vampire?" had Caroline finally asked, silencing Pheodora for a long moment.

"Well he is not as much a vampire as he is a hybrid." Pheodora had told her hesitantly and Caroline had looked at her with wide eyes.

"Wait, do you mean the hybrid? What was his name again?" Caroline asked, his name having slipped her mind.

"Klaus Mikaelson."

"Right… So you want to take down Klaus Mikaelson, the most powerful creature on the planet?" Caroline asked disbelieving. Pheodora was literally suggesting using Caroline as a secret weapon in a war with unimaginable consequences.

"Well, except for you." Pheodora pointed out and Caroline ran her fingers through her auburn hair. There was no way of knowing whether Caroline was really more powerful, except of course for a fight between the two of them, but it wasn't exactly on her to-do list.

"Do you want to kill him?" Caroline then asked, curious about what Pheodora meant by "taking him down".

"No." Pheodora almost sighed and her shoulders slumped slightly. "I am in his blood-line and so are most of the vampires I have gathered. If we kill him, we die too."

"That's right, I've heard about that somewhere." the auburn-haired girl said and nodded. "And what exactly are you planning to do with him then?"

"I'm still trying to figure that out, but I have a contact in the States, who has been up against him before, so he knows some of Klaus' weaknesses and might have an idea on how to do it." Pheodora told and Caroline noticed the light that appeared in Pheodora's eyes. It was surely more than just a contact. "But we could really need your help."

"And why should I get involved in an outright war with the Original family?" Caroline asked with a doubting voice and Pheodora looked down, trying to remember a good reason that would make Caroline want to help.

"You have surely heard about him. He's a monster. He has killed probably thousands of people and he feels no guilt about it. And his siblings are no better. They kill for fun, Sofia. It is about time that somebody ends their tyranny."

"And that is supposed to be me? Doesn't Klaus have a child or something? Are we just going to take the kid's father away?" Caroline asked as she remembered what she had once picked up from someone else's memory. It had sounded so absurd to her that she had thought the vampire crazy, but then again Klaus Mikaelson was half werewolf too.

"Yes, he has a son. But trust me, the boy will be much better off without Klaus. And no harm will come to the child." Pheodora promised, but Caroline still wasn't convinced.

"This will pretty much be a suicide mission for me, you know?" Caroline said and Pheodora frowned of her stubbornness.

"Sofia, if you do nothing, you will still die. Klaus will soon catch scent of you and discover that he is no longer the most powerful and then he will come for you. I've found you, so rest assured that he will too. Isn't it better to beat him to it and get rid of him before he kills you?" Pheodora asked and Caroline sighed heavily.

This was exactly why she had left Mystic Falls. She was tired of all the drama and near-death experiences. And now she was being dragged into a war that hadn't even started, just so she could kill someone, who was yet to do anything to her.

She had heard plenty about Klaus Mikaelson and knew that he was in no way a merciful man. He let his temper and impulses control him, which often meant death also was on his tail. Would she do the world a favor by getting rid of him? If she even survived, she would have to be on the run for the rest of her life unless they also took care of his siblings.

"Why do you even want to do this?" Caroline then asked, hoping to find an answer to what she should do.

"He killed the love of my life a few years ago and slaughtered most of my friends. All the vampires, who are ready to fight him, have experienced something similar. We want revenge." Pheodora told her and anger changed her beautiful features.

"I'm sure I will regret this, but I will try to help you." Caroline said and then leaned closer to Pheodora, when she saw a smile grow on her face.

"Bruger du den her stol?" a male voice asked, interrupting her thoughts and snapping her back to reality. She looked at the man, who had placed his hand on an empty chair at her table and Caroline motioned for him to take it.

After one and a half hour it was finally time to board the airplane and Caroline found the right terminal with ease. In fourteen hours she would be in New Orleans and then she would go see this seemingly monster of a man with her own eyes. She wasn't going to go into a war as blind, not knowing who she was up against.

He is probably as evil as it gets…

A/N: More confusion... But I'll try to update quickly so you guys won't get too frustrated;) In the meantime, please don't kill me.