A/N: So, this is my new story. It's been an idea that's been knocking around in my head for sometime now... and last night I literally couldn't sleep for thinking about it so much. Of course, I decided to start writing it.

If you didn't realize by the title, I'm basing this story off of the story/movie of the Canterville Ghost (1995 movie, please). It was always one of my favorites, and I just couldn't help myself. You'll notice a lot of differences, as well as similarities. Please note, that this is for fun, so please enjoy!

Chapter one - Welcome Home

The goodbye with her friends had been excruciating. Even though they all made a promise to call each other as often as was possible, it would never be the same. Phone calls and texts were never going to fill the void that time with her best friends could.

Stefan and Elena had always been there for her. Through it all… Through her brief conquest with Matt, to her horrible time with Damon. She flinched at the memory and quickly moved her thoughts onward.

Caroline had always known that she didn't want to stay in Mystic Falls forever. She wanted to travel and see the world. But of course, money had always been a problem, and as she was only just out of high school, there really hadn't been much of an option.

But when her grandmother died, doors seemed to open.

Liz had never been close with her mother, so the money that her side of the family owned seemed to be lost to them. That is, until recently.

Gwen had died from Pancreatic Cancer. Apparently, she had known for years, as it had been slow moving. Of course, that didn't prompt her to pick up the phone and call her only daughter and granddaughter, but she had left them in her will.

She had left them her family's estate.

It had only taken them a few weeks to pack up their life. Liz had known that this was their chance. After Bill had left her for Stephen, life hadn't really changed… Twelve years of just going to work and coming home. She knew that she hadn't been the most well-rounded mother, but perhaps moving to England would help bring them closer.

Caroline hadn't argued with the idea, strangely. Of course she didn't want to leave her friends behind, but when you were offered a chance to move to a new country like you always dreamed to, why would you think of turning it down?

She also knew that her mother would need her, now more than ever.

And now she was wondering what the hell she had been thinking.

The skies were dark and cloudy, and it seemed that even though it wasn't raining, everything was constantly damp.

As the car drove down the dirt road and far away from the excitement of the city, Caroline propped her head on her hand, leaning against the door.

They had passed all signs of life about five miles ago. The only company she had was her mother who sat in the front seat, and apparently… her butler, Mr. Umney.

Yes, apparently her family was that rich. And she was only just finding out.

"Almost there, Miss." Called Mr. Umney from the front of the car, as though he had read her thoughts. That, or she actually looked as downcast as she felt.

Caroline turned her attention to him for only long enough to give him a faint smile. His wrinkled and grayed features smiled back her from the rear-view mirror before focusing back in front of him.

Looking back out the window at the dismal world, she caught sight of a boy… on a horse… staring at her.

Her eyes widened slightly when she met his dark gaze. While she watched in those few moments, his eyes seemed to brighten and she heard the faint 'Yah!' as he pushed the horse faster.

The car wasn't exactly speeding, as the ancient butler in the drivers seat apparently didn't believe in going faster than fifteen miles per hour on a dirt road, so the horse kept up decently.

In the last few seconds that she could see him, Caroline took in his handsome face as he stared back at her. Scruff lined his jaw and his dark blond hair was just barely long enough for the wind to brush it back as he rode on.

But then the car turned a Corner, and he passed from her view. Caroline faced forward, having actually turned in her seat, and her mouth fell open in awe.

"Woah." No wonder they didn't call it a house. It looked more like a down-sized Castle.

"Welcome home," her mother said, looking back at her and giving her a smile that Caroline was sure was supposed to reassure her that this would be a good decision.

The car came to a stop at the foot of the stairs that lead to the entrance. There stood an older woman; obviously waiting for their arrival.

"Ah, it seems Mrs. Umney is all ready for us," said Mr. Umney as he climbed out of the still-running car and opened her door. Caroling climbed out, still too stunned to speak, while Mr. Umney went to the trunk of the car to collect the few bags she had brought with her directly. It was just enough to bring some of her favorite shoes, bags and clothes, as well as make-up to cover the week that they would be without the rest of their things.

In other words, Caroline had three bags along with her carry-on purse.

She stood there, dumbfounded, as Liz helped carry the bags upstairs. Finally, with some coaxing, Caroline grabbed the last remaining two bags and walked up the steps.

"Hello, dear," came the sweet voice of Mrs. Umney, catching her gaze for a moment before she moved on to her speak with Liz.

"The electrician has already come; he says there are a few things that need fixing, but it was alright to turn on the power."

"Oh, good!" Liz said, letting out a relieved sigh and setting the bags down.

"I'll move the car, Mum." Mr. Umney said, nodding his head to both of them before walking back out to the car.

Caroline was in a trance as she tried to take in her surroundings. She almost felt like asking if it was still October, 2013... The house looked like it hadn't changed at all since the… well since the dead people that built it lived there.

The three women stood in silence for a moment before Mrs. Umney finally spoke up. "Well, as I'm sure you already know, my name is Mrs. Umney. I do the cleaning and the cooking, sometimes with the help of my husband."

They both nodded at her, smiling politely. Again, silence broke out as Caroline placed the bags at her feet.

"How about a tour?" Mrs. Umney asked, obviously trying to break the awkwardness.

They then followed her around the downstairs, starting at the left, with the library. It was a large room with an enormous fireplace. Bookcases lined the walls and there was even an old wooden desk in the corner. A couch stood in front of the fireplace, almost beckoning her to sit and relax.

They then moved on to a closet that only held cleaning products, a small bathroom, then a huge sitting room. After that, they came to the dining room which was attached to the kitchen. Caroline was thrilled to find a microwave on the counter next to the old-fashioned stove and brand-new fridge. It looked completely mixed and matched, but she didn't care. The kitchen was never a place for Caroline Forbes.

Not unless there was a fire-fighter near by, anyway.

As they walked out of the opposite side of the dining room, she found herself facing the library across the way. Mrs. Umney then lead them up the beautifully crafted staircase that lead to the second floor.

The second floor was a hallway that wound its way around in a U-shape to follow the house. There were a ridiculous amount of bedrooms, as well as another sitting room in the middle.

Mrs. Umney brought them all the way to the end, where the master bedroom was, which would be her mother's room. Caroline couldn't help but feel a little jealous when she saw that her mother had her own bathroom, as well as a small fireplace.

That is, they came across her room at the opposite end of the hall. It wasn't much smaller than the master bedroom, and it too had it's own bathroom. How many freaking bathrooms were in this place?

As they were exiting her new bedroom, a loud rattling sound filled the hallway. It almost sounded as if it were coming from the walls themselves, and it send a shiver down Caroline's back, making her hair stand on-end.

"What the hell was that?" She said, aware of the small squeaking sound that escaped her throat. Looking over at Mrs. Umney, she wasn't made to feel any better when she saw the woman's eyes were the size of saucers.

Caroline's gaze met her mothers, who looked confused before shrugging her shoulders and walking away slowly back towards the staircase.

"Oh, just the pipes. You know these old places…" Mrs. Umney finally responded, though Caroline wasn't sure she completely believed her tone of voice.

She then followed after her mother, deciding she would retrieve her bags and get settled in.

When the two newcomers were out of sight and earshot, Mrs. Umney looked around and spoke to the house - or so it would look, "Now you stop that!" She whispered, as someone who was scolding a small child, "They seem like very nice people!"

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Caroline had managed to put her things away in the wardrobe and dresser quickly, as well as put her make-up and bathroom necessities away in their new home. Caroline looked at her phone - which was now changed to receive foreign calls - and saw that it was eight o'clock here.

She wasn't even close to being tired… After all, her body thought it was only three in the afternoon. Of course, they had gotten up early to get to the airport, but still. Caroline also knew that she would want to go to bed somewhat soon to try and change her sleeping schedule sooner rather than later.

But right now, she wanted to walk around. She would save exploring the rest of the upstairs for tomorrow. For now, she grabbed her coat and pulled it on as she walked down the stairs and headed for the door.

Opening it, she was welcomed by a gust of cold, fresh air. She made a mental note to open her window when she got back to her room.

Stepping down the stairs, Caroline found herself staring straight ahead at a somewhat large, very dead tree.

Sweeping her gaze around, she could see only a little bit due to it being so dark, but she could definitely see some lights in the distance, through what she remembered to be a hedge.

For a moment, she wondered what was over there; maybe a town? Making another mental note, she decided that she would take a walk - or possibly a drive, depending how far it was - to the closest town. After all, this would be where she called home from now on. She might as well get acquainted.

Her gaze then moved back to the dead tree. It was the only thing in the very large circle of grass in the center of the driveway.

"I see you've found the old almond tree."

Caroline gasps, bringing a hand to her chest at being startled. Turning towards the voice, she sees Mr. Umney standing behind her. Where the hell had he come from?

"Um… sure?" Caroline said, trying to calm herself down by taking a deep breath. "How long has it been dead?"

"For as long as anyone can remember, Miss." Mr. Umney then walked around her, looking up and down at the tree before turning to her again.

"Why hasn't anyone removed it?"

"Oh no, we couldn't do that." He looked almost startled.

Caroline's brows furrowed in confusion at his reaction.

"Why not?"

"Well, its been here since the Canterville's lived here. It is said that Sir Simon actually put the tree here for his wife - it was her favorite."

"Okay…" Caroline trailed off, then said with emphasis, "But now it's dead."

"It's said that Sir Simon still haunts this tree. The family has never allowed it to be removed."

The way he said this made Caroline feel as though it wasn't up for further discussion.

"Who was Sir Simon?"

"Your ancestor, Miss." Mr. Umney looked at her like this was obvious.

"Oh," was her brilliant response.

For a moment, they stood there in silence, staring at anything but each other. Then Caroline was brought back to him with his next words.

"I think you should head inside, Miss. You'll want to get your rest for the upcoming week."

Caroline only nodded slightly before crossing her arms over her chest to shield herself from a gust of wind. She then made her way back up the steps and to her room without another look at the butler.

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That night, her dreams were filled with horses and rain, and a boy with a scruffy face and full lips. Every time she moved closer to him, or the horse, they seemed to get farther away and the rain got harder.

"Stop!" she yelled, starting to run towards them now. But with every step she took, they only got farther away from her. They didn't even seem to be moving. It was really pissing her off.

There also seemed to be noises echoing around her, getting louder and louder until they seemed to vibrate her head. Caroline placed her hands over her ears, closing her eyes, as to try and block out the noise, but it only grew louder.

She shot up in bed, sweat beading around her forehead. It took her only a second to realize that there was actually a rumble happening, and a loud banging noise. Throwing the covers off of her, Caroline hopped out of bed and grabbed the first thing she could find - her shoe.

As her mind seemed to come out of its sleeping haze, Caroline realized where the noise was coming from; the door. She stood, watching it rattle back and forth while the handle turned this way and that, as though someone wanted entry. And bad.

Holding her shoe up, Caroline tip-toed towards the door. With a deep inhale, she grabbed the handle with her free hand and turned it, yanking it open quickly.

She held in the scream that wanted to erupt from her throat, merely from the anticipation. But as soon as the door was open, and she was staring out into the hallway, there was absolutely nothing. No sounds, no rattling door, and most of all, nobody.

Caroline's face contorted with confusion before she poked her head out, looking in either direction. Nope, no one.

She closed the door slowly and went back to bed, dropping her shoe on the floor next to the other. "Weird…"

Sleep came with difficulty after that.

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Caroline met her mother in the dining room the next morning, still dressed in her camisole and shorts from bed. She had been awoken this time by the delicious smell of eggs and bacon.

Sitting herself down in the chair next to Liz who was reading the morning paper, Caroline started piling things onto her plate; bacon, pancakes, eggs and finally a ridiculous amount of syrup.

She then poured herself a large cup of… tea. "No coffee?"

"Apparently no one has drunk coffee here in years. Mrs. Umney said to write everything down that we would like for food and drinks, and she would pick it up at the grocery store on the next run."

Liz then shot Caroline a look that showed what she herself was thinking - 'Woah'.

Her food was half gone when Mr. and Mrs. Umney made their way into the dining room to eat breakfast themselves.

Once everyone was digging into their own plate of food, Caroline spoke up. "So did anyone else hear that rattling last night?"

The silence that broke out next made her sit back in her chair. It was as if she had just cracked a whip in front of the Umney's.

"I didn't hear anything," Mrs. Umney said quickly.

"Nor I," said her husband.

Caroline looked from one to the other with confusion before looking to her mother, who just shrugged. "Are you sure you weren't dreaming, sweetie?"

"I didn't think so… I remember- I don' know…" Caroline shook her head, then took her last bite of food.

She missed the look that passed between the Umney's before they too went back to their food.

After a few more minutes of silence, with the only sounds coming from knives and forks scraping against plates, Caroline looked at her mother again. "So did the police station get back to you yet?"

Liz then put down the paper, taking a sip of her coffee before answering. "Yes, early this morning. They said that crime around her isn't usually very big, but they could always use an extra hand."

"Awesome!" she said, genuinely happy for her mother. Caroline knew that even though her mother had money now, she wouldn't be happy just wandering around the house all day. Being a cop was her life - as her daughter knew all too well.

"It is! And I was hoping," her mothers gaze moved onto Mr. Umney, who was finishing his breakfast in double-time, "that you might bring me there when you're finished?"

"Absolutely, Mum."

The way he said 'Mum' made Caroline feel like she had stepped into the Queen's court.

"Wonderful."

Within half an hour, Caroline was sitting in the library, lounging on the couch when her mother poked her head in to tell her she was off.

"I'll see you later, sweetie. Have fun!"

"Bye, mom!"

She heard the sound of the car door closing then and the gravel underneath the tires as they drove off.

Caroline went back to her book; Hamlet. She had always been a fan of Shakespeare, and she had found the leather bound book amongst the bookshelves, along with others by the author.

It was probably only about twenty minutes later that she heard a bell ring out. Confused as to what the bell could be for, she began getting off the couch only to stop at Mrs. Umney's voice.

"I'll get the door, dear!"

Caroline's eyebrows raised in surprise before calling out awkwardly, "O-okay!"

Moments later, she heard the door creak open and whispered voices. She was about to get up when Mrs. Umney then walked into the room.

"Miss Forbes, Mr. Mikaelson has dropped by to take a look at the plumbing in the bathrooms upstairs."

"Oh, okay." Caroline said before putting her book down on the coffee table, face down so she wouldn't lose her place. She then stood and turned to look at the new-comer, expecting to see a large man with a beer belly, wearing a jumpsuit for his work.

Instead, she was greeted with the sight of full lips, soft scruff and dark blond hair. It was the boy on the horse…

Suddenly, her mind screamed at her, 'You're not wearing a bra! Damn it!'

"Um, hi." Caroline walked forward slightly, crossing an arm over her chest and under her other as she held it out to him. "I'm Caroline."

He took her hand and she looked up into his eyes, which were a very brilliant blue, "Hello, Caroline."

Oh, hello accent.

For a moment, the three of them stood there in silence as they stared at each other, their hands still clasped in a non-moving shake.

"I'll just show him up to your room, then, shall I Miss?" It seemed that Mrs. Umney didn't like awkward silences.

Caroline's memory suddenly reminded her that she hadn't been extremely tidy when she changed the previous night, and her underwear was lying on the floor with the rest of yesterdays clothes. Her eyes widened at the thought and she quickly let go of his hand.

"No, no, Mrs. Umney. I'll show him upstairs. I have to grab something, anyway." She gave the older woman a warm smile and with a confused expression, she nodded curtly and walked out of the room, leaving them alone.

"Okay, then." Caroline said brightly, trying to act the part of the friendly host. She then walked past him and out of the room, making her way up the stairs. She could hear his footsteps behind her.

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Mrs. Umney answered the door in her usual manner and gave him a bright smile. "Hello, Sir Nik-"

"Shh!" he quieted her quickly, looking around behind her to make sure no one had heard. "Please, Mrs. Umney… No 'Sir'."

She let out an exasperated sigh before nodding and moving so he could walk in. He then smiled brightly at her and gave her a quick hug, which she returned.

"How have you been? Everything go alright on the first night?" he whispered.

"Just some sounds, so I'd call it a success!" she whispered back. "I've been… well, you know."

He nodded, "Yes, I know. I miss her too."

There wasn't time for catching up though, he was there for a reason… "I'm here to fix the plumbing problems. I told Ms. Cromley I would before… Well, before."

Mrs. Umney just nodded and he followed her towards the library; his personal favorite room of the house.

He was surprised to find the blond beauty he had seen in the car yesterday though. Of course, he should have guessed who it was when he saw her in the car headed to the Canterville Estate, but his mind had been overwhelmed.

Klaus realized after that Mrs. Umney had only called him Mr. Mikaelson, and that he actually hadn't introduced himself properly. He had been in shock. Her bright blue eyes were… enchanting, to say the least.

Now he was following her upstairs towards the first bathroom which was held in a bedroom.

It only occurred to him when she scurried inside, picking up a pile of clothes off the floor that this would be her room. He was standing in her bedroom.

He watched her lean body move around the room quickly, tossing the clothes onto the other side of the bed. Klaus suppressed the smirk that wanted to take over his lips. He stood by the door, his hands behind his back as he watched her open the wardrobe and pull out a sweater.

Klaus watched intently as she pulled the sweater on, as if she were in slow motion. It was then that he realized she wasn't wearing a bra; he hadn't noticed before - her breasts obviously the perfect shape - but now he could clearly see her hard nipples under the thin fabric. That is, until they were covered by a thin blue sweeter.

"So, the bathroom's through here." Caroline then said, pulling him out of his daze.

He made his way towards the bathroom, but was stopped by her voice once again.

"You know, you never told me your name."

Turning around, he saw her standing only a couple feet away from him, her arms crossed and her eyebrow raised. He couldn't help the smile that came from watching her.

"Niklaus. But please, call me Klaus."

He then turned and walked into the bathroom, starting on his work.

It didn't take him long to figure out the problem of course. The house was old, and he knew that Ms. Cromley had probably been over exaggerating about its problems. The drain had been clogged, and he fixed the problem quickly.

Though, he could almost feel Caroline staring at him as he worked, and he made sure to look as though it were very complicated.

Soon though, it was time to move onto the other bathrooms. "I'm finished here," he said, standing up. "I'll move on to the next room."

"Okay, I'll show you the way."

"That's alright, I know the way."

He caught Caroline's surprised look before he disappeared down the hallway.

He took a moment to take a deep breath, trying to get the image of her long legs with those short shorts out of his mind. Klaus then thought of the next plugged drain and grimaced, effectively dampening the threat from his bulging pants.

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Once he was out of the room, Caroline silently rushed over to close the door. Faster than she had ever before, Caroline got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. She then made her way back downstairs. She needed to do something to get her mind off the image of Klaus' ass hanging in the air slightly as he worked.

It seemed to be burned onto her memory. She smirked to herself as a blush crept onto her face.

Walking back into the library, Caroline sat at the desk, quickly finding a blank piece of paper and a pen. She had promised her dad that she would write him. Like, instead of call him, to actually write him a freaking letter. Apparently he thought it would be funny; he had been to this house before.

She made sure to put in her letter that he could have warned her about the shear size of the 'Estate', and about Grimm one and two, a.k.a. the Umney's.

Just as she signed it with love, Caroline heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Licking the flap of the envelope shut which already had both addresses on it, she rushed out of the room, almost running right into Klaus.

"Oh, sorry!" she jumped back, her hair falling over her face slightly.

He just grinned at her, and she already felt her cheeks burn a little.

"Um, I was wondering… Do you have plans?"

Klaus' eyebrow raised and she went on.

"I was just wondering if you could show me the way to the post office? Mr. Umney isn't back yet, an-"

"Of course, Caroline."

She smiled brightly at him and then followed him to the door. She thought it funny that he opened it for her, seeing as it was her house, but she wouldn't complain.

At first, she was confused to see no car, but then a sound coming from her right made her look around. "Oh my god…"

The same horse she had seen yesterday stood tied to the fence that lined the front garden.

"I hope you like horses," he said from behind her.

She turned to look at him, her face full of excitement, "I love horses!"

Her smile was infectious and he quickly lead her over to his horse. "This is Victor."

She arched an eyebrow at him, "Seriously?"

"What?"

"Nothing."

After a few minutes of saying hello to Victor, Caroline had her arms wrapped tightly around Klaus as they sped down the road. Once in a while, she would wonder if she was holding on too tightly, but he didn't seem to complain.

The ride to the post office wasn't as long as she thought it would be. She was slightly confused when he stopped outside of the pub though.

"Um, I thought you were taking me to the post office?" Caroline said after he helped her off the horse.

"This is the post office, sweetheart."

When she didn't say anything and her confused stare didn't soften, he went on.

"Mr. Oswald is the pub master, as well as the postman. He's also the town vet, if you ever need one…" Klaus smirked at her before shrugging.

"Okay then," she said, shaking her head at how ridiculous that was before walking inside.

Everyone went quiet inside the pub as the door slammed shut. She felt all eyes on her, and her cheeks reddened at the sudden attention. Walking up to the counter, she looked at the man behind the bar. He looked nice enough…

"I uh- I have a letter?" She said, hoping that Klaus hadn't been lying to her.

"Wonderful, that'll be one pound, ten pence, please."

She quickly pulled out the small amount of coins she had in her pocket. After a few moments, she gave him the correct amount and handed him the letter.

Walking back outside, Klaus was standing there patiently as he patted down Victor. "Okay, all set."

He smiled at her before getting them both back onto the horse and making their way back to the Canterville Estate.

"Everyone gave me weird looks in the bar…"

She heard his chuckle over the wind whooshing past her ears. "Yeah, well there hasn't been anyone knew to town in years. Ms. Cromley was the last new person."

Her interest perked up at the sound of her grandmothers name. "You knew my grandma?"

"Yes, I did."

"Oh," she mumbled as they made their way back down the driveway. Caroline wasn't sure if she felt like discussing her family with someone she only just met, even if he had been nice enough to bring her into town.

Klaus helped her off the horse for the last time.

"Thanks, for everything." Caroline looked up at him, suddenly not so excited about saying goodbye to the first person - other than the Umney's - that she had met here.

"You're welcome, love. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask… I live just over there," he pointed the opposite way from the town. Caroline couldn't even remember seeing a house yesterday, but she hadn't exactly been looking either.

"Thanks. Again." She smiled before turning and heading up the stairs, only to be met by Mrs. Umney.

"Mr. Mikaelson, please don't become a stranger," she said, and Caroline could hear the fondness in her voice. She turned to see Klaus smile at them both before nodding and riding back down the driveway.

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Klaus made his way up the steps to his bedroom after having put Victor back in his stall for the night. He hadn't had any intention of going into town today, but how was he supposed to say no to spending any amount of time with her?

He didn't know anything about the newcomers, except for what Ms. Cromley had told him, and those were the stories of an old, dying woman, reminiscing about the family she didn't know.

Letting out a sigh, he closed his bedroom door behind him and laid down on the bed, turning on the television.

The memory of her little body in that outfit when he met her came into his mind, and he smirked to himself. Obviously she was tougher than she looked if she had lasted the first night in that place. It was longer than most did, before Ms. Cromley, of course.

Maybe there was something of the old woman in Caroline that he didn't yet see… but if she stuck around, he would definitely like to find out.

That night, he fell asleep with blond curls, bright blue eyes and accentuated curves plaguing his mind.

Okay, so there's the first chapter! What do you think? Awesome? Hate it? Please, leave me reviews... I need you guys to keep me writing! xD