Title: the other Mikaelson girl

Pairings: Damon/Caroline; Damon/Elena/Stefan; Damon/Katherine

Rating: M

Warnings: Language, Violence, and Sexual situations

Alternate History: Caroline, the eldest daughter of the Original family, has been on the run from Niklaus since the daggering of Rebekah. But when she receives an interesting call with the promise of finally ending the Hybrid she finds herself in Mystic Falls, faced with a man from her past that she hasn't been able to forget.

Important Note: Alternate History beings/set in "The Sacrifice" and on…

Her eyes

She's on the dark side

Neutralize

Every man in sight

Angel, Massive Attack

I

"What is it, Elijah?" Caroline sighed as she eased the cellular to her ear.

Her eldest brother was the only semblance of family she had left…Niklaus had hunted down each and every one of them (save for her and Elijah—who had done what he needed to protect them both from his reign of terror). Once upon a time, family had meant everything to the Hybrid…except for where his curse was concerned. Always and forever, as one.

Finn and Kol were simply obstacles in his way that needed to be dismantled in his haughty pursuits at hybridism. Even their baby sister, Bekah, had not been spared by the man. They hadn't been a family since the discovery of Esther's infidelity and murder, at the hands of their own father. To her, nothing had been more important.

All she had now were the infrequent calls from her brother, which were becoming too fewer in-between. And they were more prevalent with requests of her assistance during dire matters.

Silence. And then, "I have found her."

For a moment, Caroline's mind rattled off potentials of whom he may be referring to as her. The first being Rebekah. She had not seen her sister in over eighty years, too long. She recalled the look of surprise on her face when Nik plunged that dagger through her heart. Anger welled up in her at the memory but she pushed it aside as a thought came to her. Her sister was gone; she'd seen it with her own eyes.

The second was the woman who had managed to do the impossible (elude her brothers for over five hundred years)—Katerina Petrova, the first Petrova Doppelganger and the reason her brother was no longer in Niklaus' trusted circle. The woman was strikingly beautiful with her long, dark curls, please-love-me doe eyes, and perfect olive colored skin. And she knew the punishment in store for her escape (and vampirism) from Klaus. Caroline knew the Petrova was smart enough to steer clear of anywhere near Elijah, and more so the Hybrid—who wanted her alive.

Doppelganger, the word echoed within her head. But—that couldn't be. Katerina had been turned. And she'd been young, had yet to birth any children. Still the word sounded once more. Doppelganger.

"Who?"

A pause. "I will explain the details upon your arrival."

The blond rolled her eyes. Usual Elijah, cryptic as hell. She sighed heavily, leaning further into the white lounge chair furnishing her apartment. Why was he so certain she'd come running to help him? It wasn't as if she hadn't built a comfortable life for herself. But her interest was pique. This her had to be of some importance if it warranted a call from her reclusive brother.

"Fine," She said, lips curving into the ghost of a smile. She had time to spare for the man. He was family after all. "Where?"

"Virginia. Richmond to be more specific."

Her eyes flickered to the watch wrapped securely around her wrist. Richmond—she could be there within the hour if she left immediately and booked herself a flight. The question though was what her brother would have her do when she got there. As noble of a man that he was, Elijah had developed a habit over the centuries of manipulating those around him to do as he wished of them. Whatever the reason, he was planning something; and he needed her. For what, she did not know. But she was sure to find out.

"I think I can manage that."

Doppelganger. Her brother had actually managed to find the girl. Which meant he'd be able to drive out Nik from wherever crevasse of the world he was currently hiding and bring Hell on Earth to her doorstep—seeing as how she was to simply oversee, and not be seen. It was now apparently her task to make sure the girl did not die prematurely.

So when she'd arrived outside of Slater's building (as Elijah had foreseen she might do) with a familiar brunette in to,w she remained sitting in the quaint café across the street (the wall facing the dead vampire's place lined with window). The girl was beautiful, though, she lacked something that was uniquely Tatia. Her best friend and the Original Petrova—it was a pity the girl had to die for Caroline (and her siblings) to live.

It was almost poetic that she'd been the one…

A few hours later, she found herself now sitting at one of the establishment's outside tables bored out of her mind. Her fingers danced over the keypad of her cellular, sending off a quick update to her brother. She wondered if this was part of his plan…boring her to death.

The blond looked away from the screen, eyes returning to the building. Her eyes widened and her fingers curled harshly around her phone.

Caroline gasped in shock. Her gaze moved from the top of his head to the soles of his boots. Seeing him, she swore her heart skipped a beat. The blond wondered if her eyes were deceiving her, but even from here she could smell the familiar scent, his unique musk: a mixture of masculinity and sensuality.

A look of determination etched on his handsome face, blue orbs trained ahead.

"Damon."

His familiar visage brought back memories from her days of running with Niklaus and Rebekah. To the first time they'd met.

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Chicago 1922

Her gaze browsed the patrons in the joint. She'd decided not to join her brother and sister at Gloria's. Being around the woman reminded her of what she lost…her connection to the earth, and at times her mother. When she died she'd lost all chances of following in Esther's footsteps of becoming a powerful servant of nature. So had Bekah; and that knowledge would always leave a void within her.

"How about a dance, sweetheart," one of the men from the bar said unexpectedly at her side. He looked swell in his dark trousers, suite jacket, and tie. With a baby face she was sure would delight her sister, however he was of no interest to her.

"Scram." Caroline muttered, brushing the man off as delicately as she could.

"Awe, come on Doll. All I'm asking for is one dance."

He was beginning to grate at her nerves. And that only served to arose her hunger. She was not one for hurting humans (as she'd learned from Elijah before his exile). The familiar ache in her gums—the sound of his throbbing pulse melodious to her ears. She needed to feed.

She returned her attention to the gent, now appraising her. His gaze dwindled down her champagne colored chiffon dress, the hem falling just a few inches below her knees, over her toned gams, to the point of her t-strap heels.

Feed, her mind told her as he took a hesitant step closer. The heavy scent of his cologne…he would do.

Caroline mirrored a look of feigned interest she'd seen her sister use countless times on men. His grin faltered in slight when she leaned forward. The smell was intoxicating up close.

No, wait—her stare shifting to the group of rowdy men who'd accompanied him at the bar. They were watching her closely. He would not be a clean kill. There would be a trail leading back to her, making it that more easy for her father to find her (and by extension Nik and Bekah).

"Sorry, Doll," She whispered into his ear huskily, mirroring his endearment. "Go chase yourself."

And with a sharp turn of the heel she was gone.

The cold, night air of Chicago assaulting her the moment she stepped out into the street. She tugged on her dark, faux fur jacket, heels clacking against the sidewalk, streetlights illuminating her course. Laughter sounded, pulling her attention to a couple backing into an alleyway. The woman's dark hair in a tight bob (opposite to her own blond tresses, set in a finger wave).

The two were shrouded by darkness, almost disappearing completely from view. She could barely make out the silhouette of the man. He had the brunette pressed up against the wall.

Warmth pooled down to her stomach. It had been awhile since she'd had a man. Her body tensed suddenly as a habitual scent mixed in with the heady smell of arousal. Blood. Her teeth clenched as another wave of hunger washed over her.

Vampire, she thought. She circled around a lamppost, the tassels hanging delicately from her dress swaying with the decisive movement of her hips. The blond neared the couple, the alluring aroma almost overwhelming her.

"How about a taste," Caroline called out, drawing the man's attention. He lifted his head from the crook of his date's neck, peering over his shoulder at her. Her gaze moved to the tint of blood staining his mouth. Licking her lips, she returned her attention with new vigor to the man.

Pale white skin with a renewed hue of color, and cheek bones that personified male perfection. His dark brown hair (verging on black) was slick back, revealing light blue eyes. A mixture of intrigue and caution beheld them.

The blond took a calculated step forward. "She smells delicious."

The man tilted his head. Eyes staring intensely at her, assessing her. As if he stood a chance against her. Several seconds ticked by. She did not know how much longer she could go without feeding. Finally, he moved off to the side, offering her the woman's unblemished neck.

Her lips twisted into a grin. She stood in front of him a moment later, eyeing him hungrily as her fangs elongated. Caroline turned her back to him, placing a hand on either of the brunette's shoulder before dipping her head and sinking her teeth into her.

The taste—euphoric. The rustic flavor of blood sliding down her throat. It was all consuming. Her nails dug into the bare flesh of shoulders, anchoring the woman to her.

Feed. Drink. A moan of pain escaped the brunette's lips, pulling Caroline from the blissful alleviation of hunger.

She pushed away from the woman, allowing her body to slide down the brick wall she'd been momentarily pressed against.

"Who are you?" The man inquired darkly, voice low. The sound only served to arouse yet another hunger within her. (It had been a long time since she'd entertained herself with a man). Her stomach clenched with wanton desire.

"My name is Caroline." The blond said, turning to face him. She brought a hand to her lips, wiping away the remaining blood, noting the way his eyes followed her movements intently. Untrusting.

He raised a dark brow at her. Blue orbs peering into her own with an illustrious spark to them as he spoke up. "Damon Salvatore."

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Caroline blinked away the memory of the man who had plagued her mind for years. A face that had haunted her dreams—the one person she ever regretted leaving behind.

What is he doing here, she wondered aloud. He'd disappeared inside Slater's suite leaving her unsure on how to approach the surprising new development.

A part of her wanted to go running to the man…hold him once more in her arms. He had been the one. Her one. She'd give up her life for him. And now it seemed with just his reappearance he'd paralyzed her with fear. But not of him. Elijah had informed her of the two clueless vampires that had run him in with a broken coat rack, protecting Elena from him. Had Damon been one of them? It was no coincidence that the man had suddenly appeared, entering the same building as the Doppelganger. Were the two…together? The notion was enough to enrage the woman. Her thoughts came to an abrupt halt at the arrival of three men, entering Slater's building. Vampires, she surmised by their gait. There was almost always an air of entitlement among the undead. She was certain they did not work for Elijah. Too thuggish.

The blond stood from her seat, trailing after them silently; through the entrance (no invitation required) and up a wide flight of stairs.

Her ears picked up a familiar voice. "Time to go. Alice is soundly sleeping and won't remember a moment of this horribly, stupid day."

She paused in the middle of the stairway at the sound of a door bursting open up ahead.

"We're here to meet the doppelganger." One of the vampires who'd entered in before her announced.

"Thank you for coming." Even her voice was dripping with kindness. Caroline's heart clenched at the echo. She sounded so much like Tatia…Elijah would want her to intervene, right? He wanted to bring the girl to Niklaus himself. Before she could move to enter the suite a hand grasped firmly onto her shoulder, holding her back. Elijah.

She turned, meeting his hard stare and nodded. They'd discuss this later. For now, she'd let him handle the Doppelganger's obvious martyr attempt.

"There's nothing here for you." Damon. In a flash he was no longer at her side, but standing in the doorway; his hand wrapped securely around a man's neck. His body fell to at Elijah's feet with the quick snap of neck.

A figure blurred past her. She presumed it to be Rose. The woman always did run at the first sign of confrontation.

"I killed you. You were dead." Damon. It was clear to her now that the man…harbored feelings for the doppelganger. At least, caring for her enough to take on an Original. She drowned out the harbor of voices upstairs, closing her eyes in thought. Moments later she felt the sharp tug of her brother's strong hold as he blurred them from scene. He'd managed to kill all three vampires, as if that would have required much effort on his part. All to keep her safe, as he later told Jonas. She'd listened in on their curt conversation from behind his bedroom door. He did not wish for anyone to know of her arrival. Not even his most trusted warlock.

"Why am I here, Elijah?" She inquired when they were finally alone. His warlock had left to tend to his son—Luka. She anticipated his answer. As children she'd always been able to tell when her brother needed something, or wanted something from her.

A sigh. "When Niklaus arrives…" he began, reaching out for her hand and lacing their fingers together, "I need to have you by my side when I do finally kill him."

Caroline stared down at their joined hands. Elijah—they'd always shared a special connection with one another as siblings. He'd taught her how to fight with the sword (away from the village so father would not find out, of course) and protected her when she'd ran from Nik. If it were not for him, the man would have probably found and daggered her as well. Scattered her somewhere across the seas so that she might never be found. She owed him.

A slow smile graced her lips. "Of course, Elijah. I—we're family."

Always and forever. The familiar ache in her chest at the memory of her sister returned as she wrapped an arm around her brother's larger frame, pulling him into an embrace. He was all she had left and still...She could not tell him about Damon, at least, not yet. She could not wish to run the risk of his possible reaction to the news. If Elijah though that she was comprised in anyway, for even a second, he would kill the Salvatore. And that, she could not let happen.

So Caroline would keep herself out of sight, as he'd requested of her. But when the time came she would make Damon hers again. She'd promised him they'd be together for eternity. And that was a promise she planned on keeping. No matter what.

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