A/N: So, I recently watched, and fell in love with the beautiful movie 'A Walk to Remember' and seeing as we're on a horrible hiatus between series' at the moment, I decided us Klaroline shippers could use a few stories to keep ourselves going, so…voila! The plotline follows the movie/novel fairly closely, though there are going to be a few changes due to times. (For example, the film was set in the 90s, but this fan fiction is based in the present day.)

Oh, and I cannot stress this enough, please if you HAVE watched the movie or read the novel, do NOT give away any spoilers in the comments, PM me personally if you have a question.

Thank you, and I hope you all enjoy the first chapter!

(KPOV = Klaus' point of view, CPOV for Caroline!)

*KPOV*

The abandoned factories had been around long before Klaus was born, yet no builders or commissioners had sentenced the idle area to be demolished either. They simply stood in waiting, side by side in shades of slap dab greys and browns, as if tempting groups of irresponsible teenagers like Klaus to gather as many friends as possible and cause mayhem in all manners of speaking.

Tonight was no exception.

Tapping the heels of his combat boots impatiently against the course rim of his Harley, Klaus gave a low, agitated whistle.

The plan this time had been fairly simple; find a student smart enough to escape into the night, but easy enough to persuade, and lure them out to where Klaus and his friends would be hanging out around the warehouses. Then, the fun would begin. Usually, it was a game of relatively harmless teasing and the odd fist fight, but tonight…tonight was different.

Tonight, a full-blown prank had been schemed amongst the group.

However it was now more than less likely to go down as they hadn't contemplated the victim actually forgetting to turn up.

Klaus kicked roughly at the dirt again. "Look, he's obviously not going to show up. We might as well just head off elsewhere, there's nothing here for us."

The rest of the group loitered around, a few clutching beers, and Klaus watched them quietly with growing frustration.

Damon leaned against the hood of his '97 Chevy, with his beautiful girlfriend Elena wrapped around him like a winter coat. She giggled at something he whispered in her ear, and the two pressed into each other even more tightly. The next car over stood Stefan, Damon's younger, and far more sensible, brother. He raised an eyebrow at his brother's lack of public decency, and shot a half-amused glance at Klaus. Of all the friends in his group, Klaus could easily name the youngest Salvatore brother as the most reliable, and trustworthy friend. The only girl besides Elena was Hayley. Another brunette, Hayley was, however, increasingly more sharp-tongued than Elena and was most likely to bite your head off before admitting her own flaws.

Looking back now, Klaus couldn't name a single reason why he'd fooled around with her during the holidays last month. But he had been bored – so bored he almost resigned himself to completing school work – so he had called her up and wasted a few months away. Klaus had slyly known that Hayley wanted him, so he used her. It really was that simple for him; if you want something, take it, or if you want to kill some time, find someone to entertain your boredom.

It was Hayley who spoke up first. "We could always head back…to the dance?" Her eyes briefly flickered across to Klaus. As if realising, she attempted a shrug followed by a carefree flick of a wrist. "It is our last high school dance after all, might as well ruin someone else's memories if our guy isn't going to show."

The others debated as Hayley finished. She paused and her eyes rested on Klaus once again.

He couldn't believe they were seriously thinking about returning to the senior dance. The whole idea of dancing was ridiculous to Klaus, and it hadn't softened with time. Before any of the others could back the decision, Klaus gave a cruel snicker and stretched his arms back around the Harley to grasp his helmet. Lightly playing with it in his hands, he shot Hayley a deliberately slow smile as he stood to straddle the bike. His grin twisted coldly. "Sorry. I don't dance, love."

Damon pulled away from Elena long enough to smirk. "Ooh, someone struck a chord with the Big Bad Wolf!"

"Why are we still here?" Klaus ignored the nickname, and settled his feet into position on the pedals. "I'm not wasting my night on some pathetic quarterback." He spat, then after a moment's pause, he added. "And anyway, we can prank him much more thoughroughly now that he's missed his appointment to join us."

"Hell, yes!" Damon raised his fist in salute.

Hayley ran a hand through her hair, and sighed in defeat. "Fine, let's get out of here. I can't believe that stupid footballer ruined my night; I'm going to kill him tomorrow."

"Don't let it get you down Hales," Stefan draped an arm across her shoulders. ", the Big Bad will rearrange a little payback for our time lost, won't you, bud?"

Klaus flashed a knowing smirk. "I might do."

"See, what did I tell you!" Stefan shrugged his jacket back on and waved Klaus off over the violent sound of his friend's revving motorbike. "I'll see you all tomorrow-"

The sound of an approaching engine challenged Klaus' Harley, and the startled group all turned in unison to face the intruder.

Elena was the first to see through the murky glass of a dark grey, beat up military jeep. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, and linked her arm through Damon's. "Well, better late than never I suppose."

That's putting it mildly, Klaus thought bitterly.

Part of him was further more irritated that he wouldn't have the night alone, yet another part of him was pushing to follow through on the plan, and that gleeful, child-like sense of anticipated thrill always seemed to come through in the end. There was no denying the joy Klaus felt in the midst of toying with others. It was all about the need to control. The exhilarating need to control the things you can't control; actions, thoughts, emotions. Yet Klaus had developed a need, a hungry thirst, to control the uncontrollable.

And it was through that need, which came that impulsive, destructive nature that vibrated throughout his body like a symphony.

The quarterback, whose name Klaus couldn't even remember, turning up late was something that irritated him far more than it should've done. But, fortunately for the footballer, the plan was not reliant on a certain time, so little did he know but he was about to make their wasted moments worth it.

Damon was the first to acknowledge the newcomer.

"Welcome to the party!" He cried, and offered a hand to the boy. His wide-set shoulders, tall frame, and short cropped hair, all showed signs of a typical footballer, and Klaus had no doubt that he was their guy. He'd seen him around before, having spent four years with other students, but he'd never paid attention to those unworthy of his time. Klaus hung back for a few more moments, surveying the other boy's movement. Good balance, holds his height well and…left handed, He concluded in a few, short seconds.

At peace with knowing more than the others, he finally swung his legs over the Harley and joined the others in casual conversation.

"So, Matt," Hayley smiled seductively, her tone lowering huskily as it did with any member of the opposite sex that showed her even the slightest bit of attention. "Are you ready for the initiation?"

The quarterback, Matt, returned the smile, but hesitantly. "Uh, sure."

Oh, of course you are, Klaus thought. He eyed the other boy in anticipation and smirked. Who wouldn't want to be in my group?

Damon, ever the eager participant, looped his arm around Matt's shoulders and gave the footballer a bashful grin. "Come along and find out, buddy boy."

A moment later and Damon led the rest of the group around a few broken down buildings until they reached a large, rectangular swimming pool accompanied by a fairly high diving board. Recently closed, the outdoors area had been selected for the prank for two reasons. It was away from preening eyes, and the group knew the area well in case a quick escape was needed. It really was perfect prank material.

He took the time to linger back and walk beside Matt. Whilst Damon might be leading the group physically, he was by no means the leader and Klaus to make sure Matt knew who was.

"Listen, Matt," He kept his voice low; but not quite threatening, yet. ", next time I tell you to arrive on time, you arrive on time." He paused for effect, and watched in delight as Matt's Adam apple bobbed nervously. Looking away from the other boy's hard stare, Matt rubbed at his jeans. "Do you understand?"

Matt swallowed again. "Yeah, I understand."

"Excellent."

"So," Matt exhaled loudly. ", what is it that I have to do then?"

As soon as the footballer spoke, Damon spun around on the spot, and gestured with open arms at the pool. "Are you ready to fly?"

Elena and Hayley claimed the white bench parallel to the pool, waiting for the action to commence.

Rolling his eyes, Stefan punched his brother's shoulder with a grin. "Stop being so dramatic, you're going to scare the poor boy away!"

"Both of you shut up." Haley sighed. She threw Klaus a sly look. "I'm getting bored."

Klaus raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Instead, he balanced his Harley next to a lamppost and tossed his jacket onto the seat. He paused to look up at the diving board. It was roughly at least 10 meters in the air, and had rusted slightly since its closure, but the lure of the fall was too great for Klaus.

Well, that's all Matt needs to think, anyway. He thought to himself.

He turned to lock eyes with the quarterback. "So, are you ready to join the group…or not?"

Matt shuffled his feet, and turned to look up at the board. His eyes narrowed and his feet stopped shuffling once he realised the plan. He shot a look at Klaus. "Wait, are you going to…?"

"Jump?" Klaus finished. "Oh yes, we are. I mean, you're not going to bail out on me, are you?"

Five pairs of eyes turned to scrutinise the footballer.

Flicking his gaze from Klaus, Damon and Stefan, then the two girls, Matt cleared his throat. "Totally!" He attempted an energetic head bop that resulted in a few sniggers, but Matt was only focused on the diving board now. He mirrored the other boy's actions and shrugged off his own jacket revealing a white V-neck that got a few wolf-whistles from the girls.

Damon pulled Elena into his arms with an amused laugh. "Looks like the footballer's ready to fly, baby!" He cried. "All you've got to do is jump, and you're one of us."

Klaus could've sucker punched Damon in a heartbeat, but for once he allowed his friend to relish in the drama. It wasn't as if they were running on a schedule, but Klaus was ready for some action at last.

He gestured to Matt. "Let's go."

Cheered on by the others, Klaus led Matt up the diving board until they reached the highest level overlooking the pool.

When they reached the edge, Klaus rubbed his hands in apprehension.

Below, Damon cupped his hands around his mouth. "On ten!" He called out in glee.

Klaus gritted his teeth.

Laughter erupted, and Elena joined in. "Ten!"

Matt balled his hands into fists.

"Nine, "

", eight,"

", seven!"

Hayley sung out.

"Six,"

", five,"

", four!"

Matt furrowed his eyebrows. "This is definitely safe, right?"

"Three!"

Stefan joined in.

"Two!"

Klaus felt his eyes close. "Let's find out."

"One…JUMP!"

In unison, both boys quickly hurtled to the edge of the board…

…but only one fell.

Klaus pulled back at the very last moment, held onto the edge, and watched with his usual smirk as another victim fell at the hands of his group. He knew he needed to get down as soon as possible so that when Matt surfaced; the group were nowhere to be found. But he needed to see the look on the boy's face; the anger at the deception, the bitterness at being tricked by so called friends.

So when Matt did not break through the water, Klaus began to frown.

He searched the pool carefully, but the waves and bubbles from the fall prevented him from seeing clearly. He waited another few moments, and was about to climb back down the ladder when he saw the footballer return to the surface of the pool, the bubbles slowly dispersing around the edge.

The rest of the group let out a cheer, and Klaus waited once again.

Suddenly, Elena let out a scream that cut into the night like a bloody knife.

Klaus immediately realised that Matt wasn't moving in the water. He quickly called down to the others. "Someone get him out of the water. NOW!"

Without looking back, Klaus clambered down the ladder with recklessly inconsistent hand placement, and propelled himself into the pool next to a now-floating Matt. Klaus was too focused on the footballer to be annoyed at the lack of action from the others. He swam towards Matt with fast strokes and pulled the other boy's head up, and out of the water, before dragging him to the edge; careful to keep his face above water.

Klaus glared at the group, who were simply watching with wide eyes. Only Elena look vaguely terrified at the most.

"Help me get him out, quickly!" He coughed.

Seemingly unfrozen, Stefan stepped forwards and helped Klaus drag Matt, then himself, onto the concrete before kneeling down beside the unconscious boy.

"There's a pulse, but it's-"

Just when things couldn't get any worse, a siren pierced the night, sending further waves of panic around the group.

"Shit!" Damon cried, and dropped his beer.

Elena let out a small whimper, and clung to the elder Salvatore.

Turning to Klaus, Damon nudged him once, hard. "C'mon, leave him, and let's get the hell out of here!"

Without looking for another prompt, Haley and Elena trailed after Damon and ran back to their cars with matching fear in their eyes.

"Klaus, buddy, we need to leave…now!"

With a shake of his head, Klaus shoved Stefan away from the unconscious Matt. "No," He hissed back. ", I'll make sure he wakes, you get the hell out of here, go!"

"But-"

"Stefan, go!"

With one last apologetic look, Stefan finally, reluctantly, ran back around the pool and climbed into his car.

Things were almost completely out of Klaus' control now, and every fibre within his bones was screaming at him to run. But he couldn't. Not before he knew Matt was…alive. Muttering under his breathe, Klaus pulled at the footballer's soaked shirt until his wrist was visible, and felt for a pulse. Although Stefan had found one, Klaus had to be certain before he left.

The sirens were growing louder.

Shit, shit, shit, Klaus hissed inwardly as his finger pressed firmly into Matt's arm. Come on-yes!

A strong, steady pulse vibrated into Klaus' fingertips, and when the other boy began to stir not seconds later, Klaus knew it was finally time to bail.

The sirens were so close, they rung loudly, and painfully, into the night. Klaus noted that the others were gone, and was about to jump onto his bike and drive away when a police car rounded the corner of the nearest building. Inside, a cop pointed out the two boys to his partner, who swung the car around by the closed pool. Although Klaus was fairly certain they had him surrounded, he was damned if he was going to sit here and let them arrest him.

On what charges, anyway? Klaus thought angrily. And who the hell called the police?

He left Matt by the pool, and quickly headed into the maze of buildings. He ran, and ran until he thought his lungs would concave or explode into tiny particles of blood and muscle. Only then, did he allow himself a moment to look over his shoulder. Nothing was directly behind him, but Klaus knew better than to assume safety. As the police were slower than he was, they were also by no means inadequate.

"HALT!"

Oh, shit.

Klaus looked back around and found himself face to face with one of the cops. He was in his late-40s with cropped, dark hair and the expression on his face was far from friendly. Unsure of whether to run, or whether to wait for another opportunity, Klaus waited for the officer to make his move before he did.

"Don't move, Klaus Mikaelson," The officer commanded. ", if you come with me now, it may limit your sentence. However, if you run, I promise you that your sentence will be much greater."

Taken by a rare account of surprise, Klaus froze. How the hell does this guy know my name?

"If you're going to arrest me, where are my Miranda rights?"

"We're not arresting you, son." The police officer took a step forwards, closer. "But you will have to answer to your school, and the owner of the swimming pool."

Klaus grinded his teeth. Great, He thought. , that's just…great.

"I take it you weren't aware that although that swimming pool was closed, the security alarms still work, Mr Mikaelson?"

"Of course, sir," Klaus smirked.

"Then why were you there on Saturday night?"

Klaus was already bored of the whole affair, and the meeting had barely lasted a minute. After the police caught him trespassing two nights ago, they contacted the owner of the swimming pool as well as the principal at Mystic Falls High School to arrange a suitable punishment for him.

"Look, I told you," Hooking his right foot under his left, Klaus met the principal's stony gaze and continued. ", I got bored at the dance and just went out for a ride. I drove around the warehouses for a little while, and then I heard the splash. So…I went to check it out, and that's where I found...you know…"

Klaus feigned a puzzled expression.

"Matt Donavan?" The principal finished.

"Exactly, that's the one."

Klaus kept his cool as the older man stared him down. "And he was just, floating in the water already?"

"Yeah, I told you; I heard a splash, so I went to see what it was, and then found him in the pool. I checked to see if he was alive, and then I heard the siren."

"So you fled?" The principal frowned. "Why would you run?"

Klaus shrugged. "Honestly, I don't know." He lied. "I was kind of freaked out anyway; I didn't want to get into any more trouble."

"Well, tough luck for you, you're in trouble, boy." The principle held up a finger for each action. "One, you were trespassing in the warehouses. Two, you were trespassing in the pool. And three, the police found alcohol on the premises. Do you deny that belonged to you?"

Damon, you idiot. Klaus resisted the urge to throw something.

"No." He simply replied.

The principal nodded once. "Very well, then. I have spoken to the owners of both the buildings, and the swimming pool, and they have agreed for me to give you an appropriate punishment that I think is fitting. However, should you fail to follow through on these, further actions will be taken, is that understood?"

"It is."

"Then your punishments are as followed,"

Klaus inhaled sharply, awaiting the man to sentence him to a most likely boring fate of cleaning duties.

"Punishment number one, you shall help out our janitorial staff after school for a minimum of three school months, and assist them in their duties."

As expected. Klaus nodded.

", as punishment number two, you will tutor disadvantaged students at our sister school on Saturday mornings."

Klaus coughed in surprise.

"Do you have a problem with that, Mr Mikaelson?"

Clearing his throat, Klaus regained his. "No…sir."

"Good." The principal frowned again but continued. "And finally, you will assist, and perform in the drama club's final event of the term."

"The Spring play?!"

"Yes," The other man sighed irritably. ", the Spring play. Will that be a problem?"

Considering protesting for another moment, Klaus gave up and decided to take the easy way out.

"No, sir." He repeated.

"Excellent. I do believe we're done here."

The first thing Klaus did as he strolled down the hallway was to locate his group. He spotted them loitering around near the benches outside the school, and strode towards them with anger.

"Ah!" Damon was the first to see him. "The prodigy Wolf returns!"

Well, this wolf was seriously pissed.

A few moments later, and Klaus had shoved Damon up against the nearest wall; his fingers digging into his neck. "That is for leaving your stupid beer bottle at the pool." He swung the choking boy around and sent him sprawling onto the grass beside the others. ", and that is for standing around like an impotent imbecilic whilst Matt almost drowned."

Klaus shook his head in disbelief as Elena let out a whimper and kneeled to help Damon stand again. He shrugged her off, his ego damaged, but refrained from Klaus' personal space.

The only one showing any remorse was the younger Salvatore brother.

"Stefan," Klaus began, and the other boy looked up slowly. ", I appreciated your offer to help though, thank you, mate."

He grinned bashfully. "No problem."

The group remained silent for a few moments, until Damon threw Klaus a casual look. "So, what did good old Mr Richards set you in reward?"

Klaus shrugged. "Just some after-school activities like the usual; cleaning up, helping out with clubs."

A delicate cough came from Elena's direction. "You didn't…turn us in too then?"

"No, what would've been the point?"

Damon chuckled. "That was really good of you, buddy."

"Leave it." Klaus gritted his teeth.

A few moments passed in silence until Hayley let out a crude scoff. "Look at the fair and chaste Caroline Forbes, 5 o'clock. Someone's been taking fashion advice from their grandma!"

Elena gave a hushed giggle, and the two girls shared a look as Damon sniggered. Turning to see what the fuss was about, Klaus threw a bored look across the school courtyard and noticed the blonde who had captured the attention of his group. Dressed in probably the dullest shade of grey known to mankind, Caroline Forbes looked like something straight out of a 50s magazine for housewives. Her dress was so loose-fitted; it wallowed down to her ankles where the eyes met child-like black plimsolls, topping off the wonderful dress. Her hair was tied back in a low-swung ponytail, and retro glasses sat perched on the top of her nose.

Klaus didn't know much about fashion, but boy was Caroline turning heads as she always did.

As she passed them on the stairs, Haley cleared her throat rather pointedly. "Nice dress." She remarked to the quiet blonde.

Caroline simply smiled back. "Thank you." She murmured, barely audible.

Elena and Haley dissolved into giggles as soon as Caroline was out of earshot. Even Damon rolled his eyes, and mimicked, "Thank you." in a high-pitched voice.

"I heard that Matt isn't talking about what happened."

Stefan's words resorted in silence amongst the group again, but Klaus was glad. He raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

The younger Salvatore nodded. "Yeah." He leaned against the wall. "I asked Mr Tanner during cross-country where Matt was, and he said that he was involved in an accident a few nights back, but no one knew for sure what had actually happened as he wasn't talking. Seems like he either doesn't want to talk, or doesn't remember."

Klaus thought for a moment. He highly doubted that Matt had forgotten the events of Saturday night, so why was he protecting the others?

Contemplating out loud, Stefan continued. "Perhaps he wants to try and blackmail us?"

Klaus hid his grin. Now that, I'd like to see.

The rest of the day rolled on as it always did, with an unbearably slow speed full off vacant expressions. By the time the last bell rang, Klaus was tempted to bail on his first day of what seemed like community service, but he knew better than to push his luck so soon. With a heavy sigh, he parted from the group and headed off alone.

*CPOV*

Doing her best not to get lost in the swarm of student, Caroline fought her way through the crowd until she reached the library.

Finally, she relaxed.

All day she had been waiting for the bell, and when it had, she scooted out of English as quickly as possible. Caroline hadn't wasted any moment in rushing off to her usual home amongst the crowd of make-up clad girls and ego-driven males. Half a year, she reminded herself, just half a year left till I'm out of here.

The library welcomed her home like a lost kitten; it's array of colours and worlds calling out to her in rows and rows of novels. The layout was simple enough; the ground floor consisted of the non-fiction texts where most students found themselves once or twice a year, but the second floor…the second floor was another wonder entirely. Fantasy, action, adventure were just a few of the genres splashed across the second floor, and classics from Pride and prejudice to the latest Stephen King thriller beckoned Caroline to draw them all into her arms like new-borns.

Now this was a place she loved.

"You're not here to pick up another book, Caroline?"

Caroline jumped slightly, the voice pulling her back into the present. There were two librarians, both whom Caroline liked a great deal, and both loved and encouraged her desire to read. Today, the younger of the two, Mr Lockwood, stood behind the large, curved desk behind. In his mid-30s, Mr Lockwood – or Tyler, as he let only the book-loving blonde call him – was greatly talked amongst the female students, scoring points with his handsome looks, and beautiful smile.

To Caroline, he was a friend, and although she easily admitted he didn't lack decent genetics, she was certain she could never picture him in that way.

"No, Mr Lockwood" She returned his smile pleasantly. ", I think I'll just sit and read for a bit, if that's okay with you?"

He waved a carefree hand. "Of course not, it's not like we're ever in a dangerous shortage of space. Oh, and remember; it's Tyler, to you." His smile widened as he noticed the book in her hands. "I see you took my recommendation advice, there. How do you like it so far?"

Caroline followed his gaze down to the book. Tilted 'Daughter of Smoke and Bone', the librarian had offered it to her a few days ago with words of encouragement. "It's enjoyable." She admitted. "The imagery through the writing is absolutely incredible, just like you said."

"What did I tell you?!" He cried happily. Humming under his breathe, Tyler sifted through papers on the desk before turning his attention back to the blonde. He sighed, and added. "I just remembered. I have to be home earlier today for Vicki's doctor's appointment, so I'm afraid I'll have to kick you out in about an hour, my apologies."

"Oh, I can't believe it, I completely forgot!" Caroline smiled in apology. "How is Vicki doing?"

Tyler grinned back bashfully, and ran a hand through his dark hair. "She's great, wonderful even! Five months pregnant, and I still can't quite believe we're having a child!"

"Well, I hope you do soon," Caroline laughed quietly. ", you'll make a wonderful father."

"Thank you, sweetie, you're too kind to an old librarian."

The blonde scoffed. "You're not old!"

"Like I said before," Tyler shook his head in good humour. ", too kind. Anyway, you'll have to excuse me." The older man frowned. "This old librarian has work to do. Enjoy the book, dear."

A few minutes later, and Caroline found herself comfortably seated in one of the forest green cushion seats in the corner. Before she began reading, she tugged at her ponytail until her hair settled over her shoulders. Relaxed, at last, the blonde took the worn bookmark out of the last chapter she'd finished, and eased back into the story. By the time she had finished the page, she was lost in a world of renegade angels, bloody wars, and consuming fires that spread across whole worlds like dust…

"Where the bloody hell is the fantasy section?"

...until a voice surfaced.

Caroline jumped, letting out a small yelp.

The angry whisper that had broken her concentration came from a few feet away. The blonde clutched her book to her chest, and peered around the corner to see the tall frame of a boy running his hands along the spines of a row of books. Agitated, he muttered under his breathe and shook his tight curls in annoyance. Caroline tilted her head to get a better look. However, at that moment the student turned his head a fraction to the right, and his eyes met hers.

Caroline had seen him before many times, so she recognised him instantly. The infamous Klaus Mikaelson, who Bonnie told her, had recently been caught hanging around the abandoned warehouses at Senior Prom. She'd passed him today, on the way into school as well. His eyes were narrowed; head subtly angled to stare back at the silent blonde. Caroline swallowed anxiously. The one thing that stood out for her was the boy's expression. Cold and calculated, it seemed like a canvas painted only to show certain aspects, choosing how many truths to express and how many lies to contain behind the smirk. There was something else, something dark, that Caroline couldn't quite put her finger on.

But even his expression couldn't consume the boy's handsome face. Because although Klaus' his eyes were dark and lacking emotion, they showed certain intelligence too. Like tightly coiled springs, his curls shaped the height of his cheekbones, and jawline, and his dimples added to softening his expression with a touch of old-fashioned charm. Caroline found herself slightly flushed as he continued to stare in her direction.

It seemed like minutes passed, until Caroline broke the stare. She quickly tilted her head forwards, carefully allowing stands of blonde curls to cover her face. But she wanted to look up. Oh, she really wanted to look up again. Why had been looking in the first place? She wondered, and swallowed nervously. Was he still looking at her?

Of course not. Caroline scolded herself quickly. He was probably just staring at you because you squealed like a piglet!

She found the line from the book she had stopped reading mid-sentence and traced the words with shaking hands. Resisting the urge to pray, Caroline buried her head into the book once again. But her thoughts kept drifting between fallen angels and a certain fellow student standing a few feet away. Not that she could see Klaus; her head was still tilted down. Why was it affecting her so much anyway? She pondered on that thought for a few moments. Perhaps it felt like an invasion of privacy. This spot, in a way, was Caroline's. The blonde had been sitting here for four years without a single distraction with the exception of the janitor on occasion. So why on earth was Klaus Mikaelson in the library? Perhaps-

"Excuse me-"

"Jesus Christ!"

This time, Caroline jumped so violently, she slid off the cushion and landed on the floor with a thud. She hit the ground painfully, her hands landing sharply on the floor beside her. The blonde winced inwardly, and bit her lip. Embarrassment crept into her, filling up inside ever little cavern possible as her cheeks began to heat visibly. Holding a shaking hand up to her forehead, Caroline immediately, and silently, apologised for blaspheming as the owner of the voice cleared his throat. She reluctantly lifted her gaze to meet his.

The dark-haired boy was staring at her again; his dark eyes now half-amused. "I'm sorry for startling you."

Offering Caroline a hand, she murmured a thank you and took it slowly in her own, hiding in her hair again as she climbed to her feet.

"I came to ask you if you knew where the sci-fi section is?" He gestured to her discarded book with a smirk. "You seem to be an avid reader by the looks of it."

"Of course!" She blurted out in reply.

A few seconds passed.

He raised an eyebrow. "…so?"

Caroline almost fled the library at that moment. Forgive me, Father, for I have lost the ability to speak.

"Y-Yes, sorry!" She shook her head as if attempting to shake the words back into her mind. "Uh…turn around and it's the fifth row on your left."

The corners of his lips twitched. "Thank you, Caroline."

"It's not a problem. Really. No problem, at all!"

As Klaus turned away, Caroline resisted the urge to throw herself over the banister. Or at least to commit herself to a lifetime of silence, never to speak an embarrassing line again. As soon as he disappeared, she lunged for her book, threw her satchel bag over her shoulder, and ran for the exit like a lifeline.

At that moment, Caroline made a prayer. It was in the moment, and highly childlike, but she didn't care.

Lord, hear my prayer; I vow to never speak to Klaus Mikaelson again.

Little did she, or he know for that matter, that their worlds heading for an inevitable collision.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, and I'd love to hear your feedback in the comments! (:

Just a few things to add; Caroline IS religious, and if you've watched the film/read the novel you'll know that the main girl is extremely religious, so although I have included elements of religion, there are changes as well. Like I said before, some things will be different but the main storyline will stay the same.

Oh, and this chapter was a little test in a way, writing from both Klaus and Caroline's point of view, but it is more likely that I will write mainly from Klaus' in the future, and for those of you who have seen the movie/read the book, you'll know why!

Also, if you do have any questions or worries then PM me, or send me a message on tumblr;

Finally, I cannot promise regular updates, but I will as often as I can, and that's a promise…I think! ;)

Hint for next chapter; who do you think the police officer was...?