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I.

I can see

That you and me

Live our lives in the pouring rain

And the raindrops beat out of time to our refrain

And you and me

Will win you'll see

About You - The Jesus and Mary Chain

She is looking up at the sky, feeling the light drizzle trickling down her cheeks. It feels oddly warm against her skin and for a moment, she revels in it. Tears are warmer but she has had enough of tears.

Sighing, she shakes her head. Just knock, dammit. She mumbles to herself defeatedly as she walks toward the door. She raises a fist but before her hand can even touch the hardwood, it swings open, revealing a gorgeous redhead.

Caroline's eyes widen. Immediately, she checks the address on her notepad and the number on the door. Rebekah didn't mention anything about a girl.

The redhead clicks her tongue at her impatiently.

"Uhm..." Caroline starts. "Is this Niklaus Mikaels—"

"Klaus! Someone's here for you!" Redhead hollers over her shoulder before stepping out unceremoniously, her heels clacking away against the pavement. Caroline isn't particularly fond of how the girl smiled curtly at her, and she has the mind to walk out herself when a deep accented voice speaks behind her.

"It's Caroline, right?"

She turns and sees a tall man in ripped jeans and well... nothing on top. His dirty blonde hair is somewhat disheveled and he has smears of what looks like paint over his arms and torso. He flashes her a dimpled grin when he notices her staring, causing her to blush.

"Come on in, love." He says, ushering her inside.

He gives her a quick tour, with her nodding absently all the way. She is more fascinated with the chaos of colors splattered on his lean back, a stark contrast from the somewhat bare and subdued interior of the house. She cannot imagine a girl as sunny as Rebekah lived here.

"This is my room..." His voice wakes her up from her musings and he points to a door on a dark corner. "Bekah's room is upstairs. Matt came in earlier to pick up the rest of her things so I guess you can move in there more comfortably."

"I see." She murmurs, making her way up to the stairs, when she feels his fingers brush against hers.

"Let me help you with that." He tells her, grabbing one of the bags in her hands.

"No, it's okay."

"I insist. My sister's going to murder me, you know that."

"I won't tell on you."

He laughs.

"So how did you and Bekah know each other again?"

"Cheerleading camp."

"In Virginia?"

"In Virginia. We're from different schools but we clicked." She says, beaming at the memory. "I introduced her to Matt."

"Ah." He murmurs as he opens the door to a room—Rebekah's room—and leads her in. "So you're that culprit."

"Guilty." She holds a hand up playfully and he chuckles.

Once inside, he places her bags on the bed while she proceeds to pull back the curtains. It's still raining lightly, she realizes.

He heads for the door. "I'll let you settle in then."

"Thank you." She tells him quickly before he can leave and gives him the warmest of smiles. In return, he nods at her shyly, slightly surprising himself. Klaus Mikaelson is never shy. He has met many of his sister's friends but he has a feeling that this one, with her golden locks and bright blue eyes, is... different.

Caroline feels him studying her and shuffles her feet awkwardly. Klaus notices her discomfort and excuses himself.

"No problem, love. I'll be downstairs. Call me if you need anything." He whispers, closing the door behind him.

"Hello?"

"Hey Bekah," She greets as she stands up from the bed. "I'm here."

"Great! I was worried you got lost!" Rebekah exclaims from the other end of line. "Or that my arse of a brother has driven you away."

"Oh no. He is nice actually."

"What? Nik is so not nice."

"Well he is really..." Caroline tells her. She notices one remaining photo attached to the wall and makes her way toward it. Instantly recognizes Rebekah among the family, being the only little girl, and Klaus, from his sandy curls and prominent dimples.

"Are you going to be fine?" Rebekah then murmurs worriedly.

"Yes, of course. I promise it will be just a couple of weeks." She answers, trying her best to sound calm. "I'll leave before things grow... big."

"Or you can stay." Her friend offers. "It's not a problem, you know."

"No, no, that's too much to ask." She feels her eyes stinging. "I've already called my aunt, and I'll be staying with them soon." She lies.

"That's good."

"Yes, so don't worry about me anymore, okay? Enjoy your pre-nup honeymoon." She chirps, willing the unshed tears to recede.

"Well, okay then. I'll see you soon. Matt says hi."

"Yeah, I miss you both. Bye!"

"Bye!"

And the line goes dead, leaving Caroline in the deafening silence.

She tries to distract herself by doing some unpacking though halfway through, her hand feels something underneath the pile of her clothes. Shaking, she raises the ziplock at her eye-level and stares at the contraption inside.

Staring back at her is the blood red plus sign in it, mocking her.

Her naivety.

Her stupidity.

Outside, it is starting to pour down heavily.

She doesn't let herself cry but she lets the coldness take her. Hugging her knees she wishes that, like the rain, this too shall pass.

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A/N: Unbeta'd. Anyway, thanks for reading. Review if you want me to continue! :)

I would also just like to thank everyone who have read, reviewed and favorite-d "I will dream of you". I've always wanted to write something like that.

EDIT: Fixed some mistakes sorry