"Maybe one where Kol is famous (a bad boy kinda thing) and Caroline is not" –Mona

Six more to go. The end is near.

For Caroline's eighteenth birthday, she let herself be dragged into a club by her roommate. Getting into the acting school in London had been a blessed surprise and she'd been feeling like the transport that she was for weeks but Rebekah was infectious and had this way of making her let loose and feel more at ease. She'd met the other blonde after answering a wanted roommate ad on Tumblr of all places when Caroline needed a place to live before moving haul to another continent. Her student's visa just pushed through when she found herself in the amazingly nice penthouse of Rebekah Mikaelson.

The girl had obviously come from wealthy parents and didn't even have to pay rent as they'd bought it for her and didn't even need the money for subletting one of the rooms of the massive space. But Rebekah had merely smiled at her and explained, "It drives me mad when I live alone."

And Caroline soon discovered that Rebekah was quite 'mad' herself. Odd sleep schedules and a nearly empty fridge save for a jar of olives and bottles of gin and tequila. It was no wonder why Rebekeh remained skinny when all she consumed was alcohol and slept sporadically. Rebekah always seemed to be moving either going to a class at her fancy art school, attending some odd seminar by some European dude on 'surrealism' or going out to clubs to party the night away.

Rebekah wasn't a bad roommate. She did let Caroline do what she wanted and rented her an amazing space for a barely there price. She wasn't messy or brought any guys home. In fact, Rebekah was a model roommate who even went out of her way to help Caroline with her transition into London life.

Late night girl talks over margaritas and a mutual love for John Hughes films and pop music cemented a friendship that came with an all-out access to her closet filled with designer clothes. Caroline was sporting one of the too-expensive but awesome dresses right now and boots that cost half her tuition. Rebekah, however, did not care for these things and told her that they were celebrating Caroline's coming into adulthood with a bang. And since the age of consent in Britain was sixteen and not twenty-one like in her home country, they totally would party the night away.

The club was at a darker part of the street and they were let in without a fuss by the bouncer. Caroline kept close to Rebekah amidst the crowd of people barely clothed with bracelets and necklaces of glowy sticks. Several people were painted in glow-in-the-dark neon body paint and Rebekah looked like a dark avenging angel in her dark dress and make-up. Her roommate seemed to be looking for someone and took Caroline's hand so they wouldn't be separated.

Caroline was led to a second floor for the VIPs, parted from the crush of bodies. Seated on the leather sofas was one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen. Dark hair and dark eyes with pale skin, chiseled features and around him were adoring people, men and women clamoring for a scrap of his attention. He seemed bored, however. And only perked up when he saw Rebekah, a smug smirk brightening up his face.

He got up, the arms of the two women around him falling like water, like they were nothing. He immediately swept Rebekah up in a hug. "Bekah! Long-time no see!"

"Kol," She returned his hug with an eye-roll. "With your entourage, I see."

"Same old, same old," 'Kol' returned. "Everybody loves me. It's such a chore."

Rebekah pursed her lips before turning back to Caroline. "Kol, this is my roommate, Caroline. Care, this is my brother, Kol."

Kol smiled widely at her, all teeth, seeming very pleased at what he saw. He moved past Rebekah to take Caroline's hand in his and in a move that would've had her rolling her eyes at anyone else, he killed the back of her hand fluidly. "Great to meet you, Caroline. What brings you to Eternity?"

"It's my birthday. Eighteenth. Rebekah said we should celebrate." He was still holding her hand and she found she didn't really mind. She smiled her best flirtatious smile at him. "Could you help me out with that?"

He looked at Rebekah for a second, a silent conversation in that shortest time might've happened before he turned back to her and gave her that incredible smile again. "I might be able to help you with that."

He took her hand and led her to the couch, eyeing the other girls there to move. They got up wordlessly and sat elsewhere, leaving it for Kol and Caroline alone. He ordered drinks for them and they talked. She told him about what she was studying and he told her he was in a band.

"What's the name of it?" She asked.

"The Pristine," He answered. "I'm the vocalist."

She blinked for a moment before remembering now why he seemed somewhat familiar to her. The tabloid articles and the advertisement for their upcoming tour. 'The Pristine' was the hottest band right now and was taking over the music scene with a vengeance. How she didn't recognize the face on all their album covers and posters she was going to blame to latent jet-lag.

"Yeah, I know some of your stuff. That song that goes 'you are above all-"

"-always and forever'." He sang back.

"I like that one,"

"I like that one too,"

He stared at her with hypnotic dark eyes and it felt intimate being there with him somehow. Even with the people around them and the constant music playing in the background. It was dark enough that she could pretend it was just them.

"So, what's a famous rock star doing at a club like this?" She tried to play it coy. "Shouldn't you be out painting the town red with your band mates? Where are they anyway?"

"They're out painting the town red. I'm doing it my own way," He reached up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering a little too long on the golden strands. "And I'm here because I'm guaranteed not to be mauled by screaming fans. My family owns this club."

She blinked and realized why Rebekah walked around like she owned the place because she did. Speaking of Rebekah, she turned to see the other girl was gone, having gone down to party on the dance floor or start with shots at the bar, she didn't know. Maybe she should go down and look for her. She didn't want to leave Rebekah to get carried away as she was an angry drunk.

"I should go look for Rebekah," She said, getting to her feet despite the tipsiness from the drinks.

She gave him a quick smile before heading down the stairs to find her roommate. Among the crush of bodies, she felt trapped, trying to maneuver her way from the gyrating people around her and to see a blonde in a black dress. She made her way to the bar but Rebekah was not there. She was beginning to dispel all hope when she felt a hand take hers.

She saw dark hair and a dark shirt and knew it was Kol who was leading her effortlessly away from the crowd of people and up a staircase near the toilets. They were narrow and a little bit dark, making Caroline stumble here and there but Kol had no trouble whatsoever. He opened a door and they were at the rooftop. She blinked down as she saw the view of SoHo beneath them, still bustling even as the night wore one.

She sighed and moved away from Kol to take a seat on the ledge, crossing her legs, unafraid of falling. Being young came with a feeling of invincibility one cannot shake until it inevitably ripped away from you and it was odd to think that she would never be as young as she was in that moment but she was the oldest she's ever been as well. Kol was beside her now, hands on the ledge staring into nothing really.

"Do you ever think about death?"

She snorted. "That's a cheery topic."

He laughed, deep and low. It was a pleasant sound, relaxing her easily. "Humor me. Please?"

"Not really. I've just turned eighteen. All I can see our possibilities. Wide-eyed exuberance and all that." She shrugged. "I'm not quite jaded yet."

"I'm jealous," He replied. "I can't remember being that hopeful anymore."

"You can't be what more than twenty-two. You look almost as young as me. Life can't have gotten you that down yet right? Unless you're going through your quarter life crisis now?"

"In a sense. I feel like I've been around too long," He shrugged. "Kind of done all of it."

She stared at him disbelievingly. "The famous rock star is bored of everything already? Oh no. What a tragedy."

"You can say that." He cocked his head at her, smiling. "Maybe I need someone to make me feel new and shiny again, someone to chase away the shadows from my past."

"Maybe," She got down from the ledge and stood beside him, eyeing him guilessly. "I know who to nominate."

He widened his eyes in faux-surprise. "Really? Who?"

"Me," She returned simply with her sweetest smile. "Now second the nomination."

"I second the nomination," He smiled back at her. "Looks like you have the job."

"Great!"

"Fantastic," He moved closer to her, his hands at her waist pulling her pressed against him. "And you know what this job requires?"

"What?"

"Eternity."

She blinked in confusion. "Pardon?"

"You are above all…."

He traced her lips and there was copper in her mouth, metallic and red. His hands were at her throat. She couldn't even scream before he snapped her neck and caught her limp body in his arms.

"…always and forever."