Klaus didn't even know what he wanted to do with his life. Being shoved into the family business was definitely not one of them. That is something that Elijah or even Kol would most end up likely wanting, but not him.

He cursed the day that he set foot back in his parent's house with the dreadful news that Mikael was in fact dying and they had no one else to turn to. They needed someone to run the business in America and with Mikael sick, Elijah was the one to step in for the job in England.

He had insisted that Kol should be the one to give it to, but Kol was far too young and was still in college like he had been for the past five years. So after weeks and weeks of his mother's constant begging he had finally accepted. He would be moving to the city of Richmond, Virginia within the month.

The only plus to the whole situation was that his little sister, Rebekah was planning to graduate from school and attend Richmond College, so therefore he wouldn't be alone.

The end of the month was approaching quickly and after two good-bye parties from friends Klaus was feeling even more hesitant to tell his parents to shove it and move somewhere far away. Preferably somewhere they wouldn't even think of.

As he was packing his suitcase he couldn't help but think that somehow this could be something that he needed. The past six years of his life had nothing but misery and heartache. Maybe moving away would be the best for everyone, including himself.

The plane ride over the Atlantic Ocean seemed to take forever, but it somehow soothed his inner conscious of what he was doing was right. He didn't do it for the man he called father, but for the woman who had unconditionally loved him when he felt no one else had.

He had been the result of an affair his mother, Esther had when Mikael had been in his drug and alcohol phase. Klaus had really never known his real father, only that he had been a business associate with Mikael. The thought of not knowing his real father didn't bother him, he simply didn't care.

His mother had spent countless hours trying to be the mother and father to him, that Mikael would never be. Mikael had called him names and even sometimes in his drunken state hit him just to let out aggression and frustration. He had never told his mother about the abuse he had encountered from his step-father.

The stewardess had been flirting with him non-stop since the beginning of the flight brought him another scotch and he couldn't help but notice how she had unbutton the top of her shirt. The brunette was pretty, he'd give her that but he just wasn't interested at the moment.

He took a sip of the strong drink and tried to relax. The sound of a woman talking very excitedly behind him adverted his attention and he couldn't help but tune her in. "I'm on the way to see my mother. I haven't seen her in almost two years and she's getting married!"

Klaus couldn't help but to snicker for a moment. Marriage was an overrated joke to him. Why anyone would get married nowadays just bothered him to no end. No one was faithful and most marriages he knew of ended in divorce. He would never marry.

"I've been working as an assistant for a model agency in London. It's been an amazing experience but I plan to continue my education in the states, and I'll be closer to home." The excited feminine voice spoke again. Klaus had no idea who the woman was talking to, but he wished soon that she would stop rambling and drop the topic.

"I'm sorry for bothering you, but I just can't help it. I've got so much to do and I think I've had a lot of caffeine today which doesn't help, but you know what I mean!" The woman giggled. Klaus sighed deeply and turned his head to look at the woman.

He was in for a shock when she turned out to be a striking, beautiful blonde girl. She couldn't be no more than twenty-five. The only thing he could think of was it was such a shame for her to be so pretty, her mouth was a huge annoyance.

After hearing her talk for another five more minutes and Klaus finally starting to loose his temper he turned around almost fully. "Ma'am." He quietly whispered to her. The blonde woman looked up and gave him a bright smile. She leaned forward and whispered back, "Yes?"

Klaus looked her straight in the eye and harshly asked "No one is listening to you, so why is your mouth still running?" The blonde's eyes widened and he could tell from her frown that she was angry. "Sorry, I'll try to keep my mouth shut, since I'm bothering you so much."

Klaus nodded his head at her and turned back around. He hadn't meant to be rude, but he didn't understand why she keep going on and on about something no one cared about. The light touch of someone tapping him on his shoulder made him roll his eyes and turn back around to face the woman.

She leaned forward again with a tight smile on her face and whispered "You know, you didn't have to be so rude. I didn't do anything wrong but express how excited I was. You big… jerk!" She fell back to her seat and crossed her arms, ignoring the heated glare he was now giving her.

Klaus bit his tongue and faced back to the front. He wasn't going to let this woman, who ran her mouth to much get the best of him. He figured he would just try and get some rest. He relaxed and let the sleepiness take him over.

The feeling of someone poking him in the arm repeatedly woke him up. "What the bloody hell-" He opened his eyes, with the talkative blonde standing in the walk way. "We're here, prick." She said quietly and began to walk away.

Klaus shook himself away, ignoring the little insult the woman had called him. He took a look around and notice that in fact almost everyone was getting off the plane. He quickly stood and went to retrieve his belonging from the storage area above his seat.

He grabbed his belongings and quickly got in line to exit the plane. He noticed the woman who he had been rude to was a few people in front of him. He decided that he this trip was about a fresh start so after they got off the plane he ran to catch up with her.

"Look, Miss I'm sorry we got on the wrong foot back there. I didn't mean to be rude to you. I was just in a ill mood and I want to apologize. The woman stopped and faced him giving him a look of go to hell. He waited patiently as the other passengers passed them for her to respond.

She looked away from him for a moment and laughed. Then before he knew it she had shoved her carry on in his arms. He looked at her blankly before she gave him a toothy smile "Carry that until I can get a taxi and then I'll accept your apology."

She walked ahead of him and Klaus couldn't help but notice her long legs in the short yellow summer dress she was wearing. He regain his composure and followed after her at the baggage claim. He stood there awkwardly while she waited for luggage. She finally gave him a small smile and waited for a big black suitcase to come around.

Without a word she walked to the pick-up area and he followed close behind her. As he watched she waved down a taxi and then he proceeded to the taxi driver with her belongings. Before she got into the car she looked at him once more "Thanks and I accept your apology."

She went to get into the car, but Klaus couldn't help it. He had to know. "What's your name?" She rolled her eyes and got into the car. Unsatisfied, Klaus backed away and move to go find the limo to take him to his new apartment. "My name is Caroline!" He heard the woman yell out of the window, as the taxi took off. He could only smile to himself, maybe the plane ride hadn't been that bad after all.