A/N: This was written for a prompt submitted the Klaroline drabble request account klarodrabblequest it got a lot of positive feedback and you can find a part two in the next chapter. Please review and let me know what you think, I'm a first time writer so reviews are always appreciated.

Opening the door to the Mikaelson mansion, Caroline was greeted by the sight of a trail of rose petals leading toward the living room.

With a cute confused tilt of her head, she stepped through the doorway and began to follow the trail.

She had been living here almost 5 years now, and needless to say, it had been a lot to get used to.

She didn't have any brothers or sisters of her own, so having to share a home with Klaus and his bajillion siblings (and turned out he had yet another sister), plus constantly tripping over Klaus' hybrids everywhere, had been a challenge.

But after some time, Elijah's cold exterior had begun to thaw, she and Rebekah were starting to be on better terms, she'd gotten used to Kol's antics, and even became close friends with the newest Mikaelson: Freya. Bonnie had eventually moved here from Mystic Falls, which was nice – she'd had enough of the drama, apparently – and even Enzo came to visit on occasion, (much to Klaus' chagrin); so slowly New Orleans had started to feel like home.
Klaus had done everything he could to accommodate her. He'd let her have her way with everything from decor to his treatment of the hybrids .

"They're people, not robots; slavery ended a long time ago, Klaus".

Some would say a little bit too accommodating – it often felt like he was attempting to overcompensate, in fear that one day; she'd no longer be happy anymore and decide to leave.

It had taken some time, but eventually Klaus had gotten used to the idea that Caroline wasn't going anywhere.

They had been in a loving, surprisingly functional relationship which had begun a couple of weeks after she initially arrived in NOLA.

Did they fight? Yes. Constantly. But she was a neurotic control freak and he was a thousand-year-old vampire used to getting his way, it was to be expected.

Despite that, it never failed to surprise Caroline how romantic and spontaneous Klaus could be when he wanted.

Following the trail, it led her up to a coffee table.

On its surface sat a note; a single rose attached to it.

Come and find me, my love,

I'm waiting for you

x

Caroline felt a smile creep onto her face.

Klaus had clearly tricked her that morning when he said he'd be out on supernatural business with Elijah all day – in order to throw her off the trail.

Kol and Bonnie were shopping for herbs for some spell he was teaching her;

"It's not a date, Care, I'm just trying to improve my magic"

and Rebekah and Freya were out of town shopping.

They'd invited her to come but she'd declined, wanting some 'me time' .

The plan had been to come home, stay in for the night and write some letters to Stefan and other friends she hadn't spoken to in a while.

The house was completely empty, so she wouldn't be surprised if Klaus orchestrated it that way on purpose.

She vamp-sped in the direction of the rose petal trail's end, smirking to herself as she realized that it led toward the bedroom she shared with Klaus.

Pushing the door open she walked in to find their bed littered with the tiny red petals and spread out on it, much to her surprise, a tiny red head.

The petite woman lay on the bed in a pose that was obviously meant to seduce, twirling a rose between her fingers. Without looking up she smiled and said in a light, overly flirtatious British accent.

"Hello, my love, I'm so glad you found–"

She faltered, seeing that the person in front of her was hardly who she expected.

"Oh, dear me, you aren't Niklaus, are you?"

Too stunned to even answer, Caroline found herself opening and closing her mouth in an attempt at formulating a sentence.

The woman stood, giving Caroline a condescending tilt of her head.

"Oh, I see, you must be the maid. Do you speak English, dear?"

Somehow Caroline managed to break out of her trance long enough to shake her head incredulously and splutter.

"Excuse me!?"

"Oh, don't worry too much about the mess, darling," she said, gesturing to the floor and the bed.

"It will hardly matter once the man of the house gets home," she said, having the sheer audacity to wink in her direction.

"You wouldn't happen to know where he is, would you?"

At that point, Caroline finally was able to gain at least the appearance of her composure, and took a deep breath.

It was a struggle to conceal the fit of rage building in her stomach, though.

"Mmkay, first of all, I am NOT the maid. I am Caroline, I live here, Klaus and I are together. I'm not sure exactly where he is right now but when he gets back he has a hell of a lot of explaining to do."

There was a whooshing noise and Caroline was taken aback when she and the woman were suddenly face to face.

Well, nearly – Caroline was almost a foot taller than her, even though she wore very tall expensive-looking stiletto boots and looked very intimidating.

Admittedly, she was an attractive woman – short and curvy with bright green eyes and a cascade of flawlessly curled red hair. She wore a red dress that suited her body and it gave a nice bit of exposure to her cleavage and legs.

Undoubtedly on purpose.

She gave Caroline a calculating once-over wand when she finally spoke, that condescending smirk returned to her face.

"So, you're Nik's newest conquest, are you? I see his taste has somewhat improved over the years," she said curtly, pursing her lips.

Slowly she began to circle Caroline in a predatory fashion.

"Although I must say –" She reached out and grabbed a strand of Caroline's hair, twisting it around her finger. "He's never really had any interest in blondes"

Caroline slapped her hand away in one vicious move and turned to glare at her, feeling her anger increase at the gleeful smirk on the woman's face.

Clearly enjoying the fact that she'd gotten a reaction out of her.

"Look, I don't know who you are or what you want but I can assure you; I'm not just some tramp Klaus is slumming it with. So if you're some ancient flame from his past looking to rekindle whatever relationship you had before, don't bother," she warned, narrowing her eyes.

"Now I'm gonna need you to find your way out exactly the way you came."

She felt the air leave her lungs as she was slammed into a nearby wall with the woman's munchkin-like hands secured around her neck with a death grip.

Caroline winced hearing the crack her head had made in the wall.

"Who I am, you petulant little trollop, is Aurora De Martel – that's a very old name, sweetie."

"My family are members of the peerage, I'll have you know. Niklaus was my first love and I was his. Whoever you are is insignificant because as soon as he sees me, he won't even remember your name."

"Now… I'm a great believer in mercy, so perhaps it would be kinder to end your pathetic little life now before you get hurt."

"If you hurt me… He'll kill you…" Caroline managed to choke out.
Aurora only threw back her head and laughed.

"My, we are awfully confident, aren't we, little girl?"

Caroline lifted her head and gave her the best queen bitch smile she could muster with her air supply almost completely cut off.

"I have every reason to be. Klaus has never mentioned you. Neither have any of his siblings. I'm sure you know Rebekah, she usually never misses an opportunity to get on my nerves and rub things in my face, and she's never brought you up either – I guess you must not be as significant as you thought."

Aurora's smile seemed to falter slightly, and her grip loosened a little so Caroline continued mentally forming a plan to get herself out of this.

"In fact, I hate to break this to you, but when Klaus met me, he took one look at my boyfriend and told me that he may have been my first love but he intended to be my last. So I'm guessing it's the same the other way around too."

At the mention of the Original Caroline didn't realise was her sire, Aurora's lip began to tremble and her eyes flickered with insecurity.

"Klaus is in love with me. If you like we can wait around and you can ask him yourself," Caroline said, giving her a triumphant smile.

After a pause, Aurora smiled.

"Or I could just kill you now, and be done with it,"

In one swift move, Caroline head-butted her, catching Aurora off guard, who subsequently released her.

As the she reeled back, Caroline saw her vampire veins begin to show and her eyes blacken.

Caroline couldn't help being reminded of Katherine in that moment and wondered why she always had to pick fights with ancient, angry, vampires who were always so much stronger than her?

Quickly she found herself on the ground with Aurora towering over her – an ironic sight, considering her size.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy killing you."

Just as Caroline had prepared herself for the blinding pain of Aurora sinking her fangs into Caroline's jugular vein, there was a loud slamming noise and she realized that Aurora had been thrown clear across the room.

Seconds after, she felt herself being pulled up by a pair of warm, familiar, arms and looked up to see Klaus' face twisted in a mixture of rage and concern.

His hand ghosted over her cheek affectionately before he whizzed across the room toward Aurora.

There was a small cracking noise as Klaus held Aurora up by the neck against the wall, the same way she'd done to Caroline.

"Nik, my love, it's me. Darling don't you–"

"If you were hoping to earn my forgiveness, laying a finger on the woman I love wasn't the way to go about it," Klaus growled mercilessly, re-adjusting his hand for a better angle. "When I said you were dead to me, I meant it."

There was a sharp crack and Caroline realised he had broken her neck. Aurora lay slumped in a pile in the corner.

He was back in front of Caroline in a second.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" he implored.

Caroline's eyebrows practically shot up into the ceiling.

"No, I'm not alright! Some psycho comes barging in here attempting to seduce you and tries to kill me and you ask me if I'm okay!? Who the hell is she!?"

"Not important, love."

"Well I think it's pretty damn important, love," she responded, foldeding her arms and looking at him expectantly.

"She said something about being your first love."

"What Aurora De Martel is, is a ghost; one that only exists in my past."

"When I invited you here all those years ago it was because I had prayed that one day you'd be ready to take me up on my offer and spend an eternity with me," he said, clearly picking up on her insecurity.

"Because in all my long life there hasn't been a single woman that I have cared for who could compare to you and the way I feel about you."

Caroline faltered slightly at the declaration, staring into Klaus' blue orbs as he spoke.

"She means nothing to me, she is my past – you are my present and my future."

"Now, if you'd like, we can burn her body in the courtyard now, or we can wait till she wakes up, so we can hear her scream."

Caroline rolled her eyes at his macabre proposal.

"For once I don't care what you do, just get rid of her and make sure I never have to see her again. And then you're taking me out to lunch, I think I deserve it,"

"Of course, love," he said, flashing her his dimpled grin and stroking the hair out of her face.

She turned to face Aurora, scowling down at the unconscious vampire, and felt Klaus' hands wrap themselves tightly around her waist as he pressed a kiss into her neck with a murmur.

"I love you."

She smiled, closing her eyes, knowing he meant it.

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