"Celeste, huh?" Caroline asks, her fear bringing her back to sobriety.

"And you're Caroline, Caroline Forbes." Celeste speaks slowly, taking a step towards Caroline.

Caroline takes a step back, "What do you want?"

"To talk."

"That so? Well, let's talk then." Caroline crosses her arms over her chest.

Celeste stops moving towards her, "I know you're friends with Sophie. I know it would just crush Sophie if she learned about you and Klaus. I know you two aren't that close, but Sophie, once she starts to get close to someone, there's not really a way to stop her. Puts her trust in all of the wrong places. Trusting a vampire, granted, it's a new feat for her. Though once she learns about this, she'll be sure to never make that mistake again."

Caroline turns to Celeste, "So what? You came here to what? Threaten me? Threaten Klaus? Well I'm sorry to ruin the big surprise, but there's nothing going on between Klaus and I that would raise any alarms, even in your little witchy clan."

Celeste smiles kindly at Caroline, "That's where you're wrong."

"Huh." Caroline scoffs with disbelief, "What exactly do you want from me Celeste?"

"Your help. I want you to stop this war between the witches and the vampires."

Caroline turns to her, disbelief in her eyes, "Wow, I think you really don't know me at all. See, I don't care about this little war you guys are playing at. I mean what, you have witches, vampires, werewolves? This whole paranormal freakshow - well listen here, I'm not having any part of this. I will be the peaceful party that doesn't go to the freakshow. No war for Caroline."

Celeste starts laughing, "Oh you poor thing, you don't get it. You're already in this. You were in this the minute you crossed the New Orleans city line."

"Oh, am I? What do you want me to do Celeste? I'm not a solider."

"But you could be one. For the sake of every human being in this city." Celeste hands Caroline a stake, that's oddly shaped in what could be percieved as a crescent moon. She puts it in Caroline's hand and clasps her fingers around the stake, "I want you to put this into Klaus Mikaelson's heart."

Caroline gets home with the stake still burning a hole in her hand. She goes upstairs to Klaus's room, knocking lightly on the door. She sees a light flicker on in his room and he looks visibly relieved when he sees her.

"Where did you go?" Klaus asks, "I thought-"

Caroline pushes him aside, walking into his room, "Well you thought wrong. You're not sticking me with babysitters. Anyways, that's not why I'm here-"

A slow seductive smirk forms on Klaus's lips, "Then what are you here for, love?" He asks, his voice low and seductive.

Caroline holds out the stake to him, "Apparently I'm in this too now."

Klaus takes the stake from her slowly, as if he was afraid she was going to stake him at any moment if he moved in the wrong way. "Who gave you this?"

"Some witch named Celeste." Caroline says, "She wanted me to stake you."

Klaus looks up at Caroline, "You're in much more danger than I thought." He grabs her by the arm and leads her out of his room. Walking down the winding corridors, he stops in front of a door and knocks impatiently, "Elijah! ELIJAH!"

Elijah answers the door grudgingly, "There better be a good reason for your incessant knocking at this time of night -" He opens the door, "Ah, hello sweet Caroline, I see you've found yourself in New Orleans."

"Yeah yeah, you two have already met we're skipping the introductions." Klaus holds out the stake, "Your dear friend Celeste found Caroline and instructed her to put this through my heart."

"Caroline obviously didn't listen." Elijah takes the stake from Klaus, flipping it between his fingers, "At least now we know she can be trusted. Thank you for that, Caroline. Though now you're in greater danger than I could have feared upon hearing your arrival. Did she say anything else to you?"

"She wants me to help stop the war." Caroline says quietly.

"The witches are putting their faith in a baby vampire now, must be more desperate than we thought." Rebekah announces from behind them.

Elijah looks at Rebekah, "Did we wake you?"

"I could smell the plot twisting, couldn't quite sleep." Rebekah walks over to the three, "I see you've put my family in danger once more just by your presence. It's as if we never left Mystic Falls."

"Stop being so daft, Rebekah. I have a plan." Elijah says. "The witches, they want you to work with them, so that's what you'll do."

Caroline's eyes widen, "W-What?"

"No, no, NO!" Klaus shouts, "We aren't putting Caroline anywhere near those nasty-"

"Niklaus, please, calm down." Elijah says. "Do not let your feelings cloud your judgement. We finally have an advantage in the war!"

"We have Dephina-" Klaus protests.

"Who has only just resurrected after Celeste drained her powers and after you kept her in captivity for who knows how long-" Rebekah protests, "Can't we leave the poor girl alone?"

Elijah looks away, "We'll leave Dephina to rest for now. Otherwise, when she is willing to help us, she will do so."

"What if she's not willing?" Rebekah asks.

"I'll convince her." Elijah supplies.

Caroline can't sleep. She's thinking too much. She gets out of bed, finding Klaus's booze collection and drinking herself into a stupor. He finds her only a few minutes after cracking open the first bottle.

"Can't sleep, love?"

Caroline shakes her head, not bothering to look up at him. "For some stupid reason, I thought New Orleans would be different from Mystic Falls."

Klaus sits next to her on the couch, taking the scotch out of her hands, "I think you've had too much to drink."

"I actually, don't think I've had enough." Caroline pulls her knees up to her chin, "What's the deal with Celeste and Elijah, by the way?"

"Old lovers, isn't that always the story with him?" Klaus laughs, taking a swig of the scotch, "Elijah always falls in love too fast, his fatal flaw. I've made sure to never make that kind of mistake."

"So, you just ward everyone away then?"

"Ouch, love." Klaus says, "I suppose you could make that assumption.. in much lighter terms. I simply don't allow people to get too close."

Caroline looks over at him, feeling her heart sink, "You're afraid of someone hurting you. Like all those girls that hurt Elijah."

Klaus takes a big swig of the scotch, "Don't be so daft, love. I'm hardly that cliché or sensitive."

Caroline sits up a bit, "Then what are you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, what are you then?" Caroline asks, "Mean, bitter, cold, lonely - all of the above?"

"A sharp tongue."

Caroline leans back, "If you don't allow anyone to get close, then you end up alone, forever. Do you really want that?" She presses, "No one to love you, no one to care if you died right this minute?"

"You've definitely had too much to drink, love." He sets the scotch down, standing up.

Caroline stands up as well, "I would care, if you died, I mean." She admits, blushing, "So, don't lock yourself away, okay?"

Klaus looks at her intensely, his eyes boring into hers, "You barely know me, love, or what I'm capable of. I'm the devil in disguise, and this admission could be your fall from grace. I'm a monster, I've killed thousands, maybe even millions - and you can forgive that so easily? You expect me to believe you don't look at me with disgust?"

"Maybe if you ever let me get close instead of pushing me away all the time, you'd know." Caroline snaps at him.

Klaus storms out of the room, only to storm back in, "Listen here, love. I don't need you to be close to me to know that you are disgusted by the very thought of me. So much so, you had to leave Mystic Falls."

"I didn't leave Mystic Falls because I was disgusted by you. I came here, to find you. Does that not say anything?"

"If anything, it says you're ashamed."

"I am not ashamed!" Caroline shouts at him. The entire room goes silent, "See, there it is, out in the open. I'm not ashamed. I pretended to feel guilty about it - but I don't. I don't feel guilty at all, and I feel guilty for not feeling guilty - do you get that? I don't regret it, not one bit, not at all."

Klaus grabs her and kisses her. His hands quickly travelling up her shirt, taking it off in a swift movement. She does the same, taking off his shirt with ease. His warm flesh presses against hers as they battle for dominance.

"Best we not do this here, love." He growls into her hair.

She nods, agreeing. They work their way up to Klaus's room, slamming her against the wall every so often when the passion got to be too much for either of them. They finally made it to Klaus's room, Klaus dropping her onto his bed as if she was a feather.

His lips work at her neck, pulling, teasing, nipping. Her hands drawing circles on his back, which later turned into horizontal lines when she would claw at him.

His name was screamed through the night.