Hey everyone! Thank you for clicking my story! Well I had this idea in my mind and i finally got down and wrote it. And now I'm sharing it with you! So go ahead! Read and enjoy! :)

Disclamer: I don't own Vampire Diaries (too bad that I don't..!)

Chapter 1

Just One Of Those Days

What matters most? Is it about the things we create? The things we achieve? The awards we win? Is it about who we are when we fail? What's more important-what we become, or how we become it?

"All right, table five needs cleaning, the men in table eleven, need a refill and mop the floor once again; it's still sticky from the coke that kid dropped earlier." Her boss eyed her intensely, with that do-it-now-or-you're-fired look he only had the talent to form.

She knew she had to obey immediately because, it was true, he could fire her, but couldn't make her feet move. It was like she was stuck on her seat behind the counter with a tray on her hands. Panicking, she unsuccessfully was trying to move when the owner of the small café appeared in from of her again.

"Caroline!" he demanded. "I thought I told you to do something!" he frowned angrily and she shrugged desperately not knowing what was happening to her. "Caroline!" he yelled once more only for his voice to be covered by an awful bleeping sound. He covered his ears with Caroline and the other stuff and customers doing the same. The sound was loud, annoying and totally sudden.

Caroline shot up from her bed breathing heavily. Taking in her surroundings she sighed and brought a hand to rub her covered with sweat neck in order to calm herself. No way she was dreaming about working in her sleep! That was insane! The awful sound continued and she narrowed her eyes at her alarm clock. That evil thing!, she thought as she slammed it shut and lay back with a groan.

She hated early mornings. Mostly because a nice seven hour sleep was always out of the question. She usually slept four hours and if she was this lucky she would fit in her day a barely two hours nap time. That gift however rarely happened.

Turning to her side and opening one eye, she came across her alarm again and that's when it shot her; seven thirty. Crap, she was gonna be late again! In panic, she threw her covers to the side and run to the bathroom down the hall. Closing the door behind her, she let out an unnecessary breath. That's pretty much how all her days were starting. And always got worst later. Dropping her eyes to the mirror, she caught a glimpse of a young woman with blonde wavy hair and blue eyes. God, the combination of a day and a night job was killing her. The tiredness in her eyes, evidence the annoying black circles under them that marked her porcelain skin, made Caroline think that she was the most unattractive woman in the world, something her family and friends couldn't disagree more.

But she couldn't see it. Basically, she didn't have time to see it. Caroline spent her days between work and home taking care of everything, leaving her with no other social life apart from her best friend, Elena, and her husband, Damon, that leaved next door. Not something very typical for a twenty five year old girl of 2012. Generally that didn't bother her. Sure she hated doing two jobs that never were on her dream list but she liked taking care of her father. However, there were days like these she just wanted everything to change.

Taking a quick shower and brushing her hair, leaving them the natural wavy, she got dressed into a worn out baggy denim, a plane white tank top and brown flats and after grabbing her brown purse she exited her room.

"Good morning, cookie!" her dad greeted her with a smile when she stormed into their small kitchen, after marathon running the staircase.

"Morning, daddy!" Caroline smiled giving him a kiss. Her eyes became cloudy as her gaze stopped at his wheelchair but she quickly shook it off. It's been four damn years but she was still trying to get used to the idea that her dad was never going to walk again.

Why bad things always happen to good people, she wondered. Since their mother left them, her dad was always there for her. He did everything in his power to raise his little girl; he was her rock. Bill was a father and a mother at the same time but it didn't bother Caroline at all; he was the best parent she could ever want and everybody knew that. Everyone respected him for being a good father and the bravest police officer in the state. If only it wasn't for that horrible accident four years ago, that put him in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. But somehow he remained himself; the kid, loving and caring father everyone knew.

So that's how Caroline ended up with two jobs. Of course his dad couldn't work again and the insurance money was capable of only paying for his surgeries. Caroline, being herself, took matters on her own hands and, despite her dad's constant denial and worries, she started working as a waitress at a small café and a singer in a low key bar downtown. Somebody had to take care of him…

"Your breakfast is ready; pancakes." He announced with a smile as he moved himself to the table.

"Sorry dad, but today I'm gonna skip." She replied taking a quick ship of her coffee.

"But it's your favorite and there's nothing better to start a new day than a healthy breakfast from your father!" Bill spoke.

"I know!" Caroline sighed with a smile. "But I gotta run. You don't want your girl to be late now, don't you?"

"I guess not… God, I hate it that I make you work whereas I stay here only doing nothing…" he sighed angrily.

"Dad, just stop it ok? Everything is gonna be fine…" she forced herself to smile as she squeezed his hand. "I'll see you later!" she gave him a kiss with sound.

"Just be careful!" Bill spoke and pulling her best I'll-be-fine smile, Caroline closed the door behind her.

Once outside, she exhaled the unnecessary breath she was holding. Yep, it was one of these days that everything felt just too much. She was always spending so much time worrying about everything; her dad, their financial problems, what people are going to say that there was no time for actually worrying about herself, her future. Running a hand through her hair, she got adjusted to the reality again. Her thoughts aside, the only thing she should be worried about now was to get to her job on time. Looking at her watch once again and measuring in her mind how much time the subway would need to take her there, she knew that she was again borderline late. Caroline Forbes was once again screwed…

The shiny black Grand Cherokee jeep came to a stop in front of the massive skyscraper, eight o'clock on the dot. Klaus Mikaelson, always punctual, got out with ease and took off his black Rayban glasses. He smiled politely to the parking valet, trusting him his luxurious car like every morning, and giving a small nod to the security guard at the entrance of the building, he walked gracefully towards the huge elevators. Of course, every woman's head in the lobby turned admiring Klaus Mikaelson, the famous and totally gorgeous publisher and businessman. Their eyes roamed from his unwrinkled black Calvin Klein suit that hugged his miraculous body to that oh-so-handsome face, with those sexy full lips, clever icy blue eyes and baby blond curls. His Paco Rabanne One Million fragrance always left a distinctive scent behind him. How could a woman resist him?

With that famous ding, the doors of the elevator opened and Klaus pressed the button with the number twelve. Checking some last things in his Blackberry, the doors opened again and he stepped inside the offices of "The Observer". People were running around like maniacs trying to do their jobs best but somehow everyone felt the boss' presence. Strolling casually between the madness, dazzling his female employees with his sexy grin, he reached his own personal office.

Stefan Salvatore rushed behind him as soon as Klaus took a seat behind his minimal glassy and black office desk.

"There you are!" he breathed not bothering taking a seat across him.

"Good morning to you too, Stefan!" Klaus joked with that clever smirk of his.

"Things are changing like every single second! In that rate, we're gonna find it very difficult to publish a new issue of the paper tomorrow with so many news! We don't know what to keep and what to cut out!" he sighed and put a pile of papers in front of him.

"Relax mate! No big deal!" Klaus said with ease and sat more comfortably on his chair taking a look at the papers. Stefan Salvatore; always the anxious one, he thought. He might be his right hand man and best friend, but he for sure wasn't good in a crisis!

"Well" the twenty eight year old publisher finally spoke after a silent investigation "the first two pages have the juice. Of course they're making it to the cover" Stefan nodded taking notes to his iPad "as for the rest make sure you choose wisely" he finished with a smile.

"All right then." Stefan took back the papers "as soon as the cover is ready I'll inform you."

Klaus nodded. "What about my schedule today?"

"The paperwork arrived for your investment in that French newspaper; Elijah said he'll take a look and after you sign you become the owner of it." Stefan informed him.

"Well, it's a good thing I have a lawyer for a brother isn't it?" they laughed and Klaus' satisfied smile remained. That French newspaper was going to be another one of his business "kids", along with The Observer and three magazines.

"Also the deal with Marcus Remolds is closed. He's finally in the "Power Game" family." Stefan referred to Klaus' also successful business magazine. "You're having a meeting with him at ten to discuss things. Next you have a meeting with the stuff to discuss next week's issues. Also, Andrew called and said that he can't persuade Christian Grey to be interviewed for the upcoming issue of the "Men's World"."

"Don't worry; I'll sort this out. Christian is a good friend and we can't have an issue with the most successful businessmen without him." Klaus assured him.

"As for today's calls," Stefan continued "except for all the business ones your father's secretary called and arranged for lunch." Klaus grimaced but he knew very well that he couldn't avoid his father. "Then the afternoon is not that hectic, just some paperwork signing and last minute checking. Today we're gonna be free from our duties early." Stefan smiled as he locked his iPad.

"Well, that's a first!" Klaus sighed. "On to more personal subjects, I assume my sister is gonna spend tonight at your apartment, as she is doing for the last three weeks? Mother is starting complaining and, believe me, I can't bear it anymore."

Stefan smirked looking down. "Nah, today she'll be at your parents' home. She also has that gala earlier so I'm a free man for tonight!" he pointed to himself with a smirk. "What do you say about reliving the old days, Nik?"

Klaus chuckled. "I'm sensing trouble… But I'm in!" he smirked. "I assume you have learnt about some new place and all?"

"Uh-huh…" he nodded with a naughty smirk. "A low key bar downtown. No paparazzi and most importantly gorgeous waitresses." He whispered the last part.

"Hey easy there! You're my sister's fiancé; I should have her back!" he replied amused.

"Well, that's all for you Nik! You know how much I love your sister." He said with a genuine smile.

"I know… But it doesn't hurt to remind you every now and then that I'll haunt you down and kick your ass if you hurt her…" he warned him seriously and the two friends chuckled.

"Here is your change, sir. Have a good day!" Caroline smiled politely as the middle aged man excited the café. Dragging her feet to the counter, she hopped on a barstool and sighed.

"What time is it already? Twelve o'clock? One?" she asked desperately.

Vicky laughed from behind the counter. "Caroline, you asked me five minutes ago! It's still ten past eleven!"

"Gosh! How can time possibly moving so slowly today?" she groaned.

"I assume your always cheerful mood didn't wake up with you today?" Vicky chuckled while making some coffees.

"I guess not…" Caroline sighed running a hand through her hair. "Plus my feet are killing me right now."

"Three more hours, blondie… Three more and then you're free to go relax at your lovely home!"

"And of course you're forgetting that I work at night too…" she reminded her coworker.

"Oh, yeah, crap! I forgot about that." Vicky bit her lip.

"Well, I didn't…" Caroline sighed. "God, I wish things were just easier!"

"I don't get it… You live with your dad right? Why do you have to work so much?"

"It's a long story… Some other time maybe…" Caroline avoided the subject.

"Fine…" Vicky eyed her. "Oh, Matt says hi…" she smiled alluring.

"That's nice of him, thanks." She turned around uncomfortably and spotted new customers. "Well, that's my queue." She took the tray from the counter. God, she had all her problems, now she had Vicky's brother too. Ugh, he had to stop with those stupid greetings already. Shaking her thoughts, she formed a polite smile and approached the customers.

"Well, that's what I call a cover!" Klaus exclaimed looking at the eighth and what seemed last version of tomorrow's cover.

"Do we have the green light to start making copies?" a young and lightly afraid male assistant asked hesitantly.

"Yes." Klaus simply stated and the assistant stormed out of his office.

"Why do you keep scaring them?" Stefan asked from his spot next to the big window wall.

"They work more efficiently that way." His friend quickly answered. "Now, my work here is done. Give me some minutes to call and check what's going on my other businesses and then we can go."

Making sure everything was under control, Klaus and Stefan left and after getting on their cars they soon enough arrived at the bar Stefan was talking about. It was a small building, built and decorated with wood, with a small stage at the center. Making lazily their way to the bar, they ordered two Scotches on the rocks and started checking the place out.

Actually there were a lot of people, most of them sitting at the small tables or the bar and some of them spending their time playing pool. Hopefully, apart from some glares and secret chattering, people didn't bother them with grand gestures or photograph begging.

"The place is great actually..!" Klaus spoke, smirking seductively at a brunette that looked at him while passing by.

"I knew you would like it!" Stefan shook his head, taking a ship of his drink.

"These are on the house." The barwoman put four shots in front of them and smiled foxily at them. Of course she knew who they were and of course the two men gladly accepted the gift.

At that time the lights went a little lower and there was movement at the stage. Silence fell around and when the music, which started playing, interrupted the chit chat of the two friends, Klaus turned in front only for his lips to form a surprised smirk. There was at the center of the stage, a blond beauty singing a song that surely mesmerized his ears. His eyes roamed from her pretty face to her black mini dress that actually left many to his imagination and her grey stiletto angle boots that so compliment her killer legs. Klaus licked his lips involuntarily.

"And who is she?" he asked Stefan not taking his eyes from her.

"Oh, I don't know her name but she is the regular singer here." Stefan informed him.

"Well she surely looks like a tasty little thing…" Klaus smirked naughtily and took a ship from his drink.

"She might yes but she's not like the others in here. I heard that she's pretty feisty…" Stefan warned him.

"I'll take that as a challenge...!" was the only think his friend said. Klaus Mikaelson always knew how to get what he wanted…

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