AN: This is a four part new story about Caroline and Klaus (of course) obsession for these two sees no end. Anyways, It's basically a story of Caroline and Klaus travelling the word looking at music, art and genuine beauty Each part would be divided according to those topics. I've had this idea for ages but somehow never got around to actually writing something. Anyways, here both Caroline and Klaus learn something from each other as they traveled the world together. Enjoy :)

sorry for rambling.

Disclaimer: So like yeah, I don't own Vampire Diaries or the characters or the any mentioned famous places and all the other shit. Basically I don't own anything besides the plot, depressing indeed.

Part 1 how it all started

If it had to be written on paper, this would be her;

Caroline Forbes, eternally 17 either be it a blessing or a curse – opinions would change on some days – graduated Mystic High with honors, scholarship to Columbia and graduated Columbia in World History and English Literature.

Not the stereotypical dumb blonde huh?

However, as much as she enjoyed ravishing in their surprised expressions of her succession, her life became…mediocre. Jobs became limited due to her everlasting existence and moving from city to city was rather tedious. She settled in Brooklyn, wrote a book, gained millions under anonymous, she became enigmatic. But she was bored.

Her day would be spent with tapping the pencil ferociously (sometimes it would snap) until an idea would miraculously appear in her head. For inspiration she'd spend hours in the American Museum of Natural History some days she'd get nothing and some of those lucky days she'd get a minuscule form of inspiration. And her day would end with a bottle of wine.

Guess someone heard her cry for help. Halle-fucking-lujah

She heard an absurd rumor roaming around the vampire society that he's back. It has been a decade. It was crazy. It was reckless. But it was different and she needed different before her repetitive routine would end her well-being.

A week later, she's gotten nowhere. So she gave up. Exasperated and irritated she stumbled across an old, authentic bar playing an allusive and hypnotizing jazz music. She plopped her limped body on the stool and ordered. The scent of musky wood intoxicated her nose, it was ever so familiar.

"I heard a pretty blonde was looking for me," That arrogantly annoying yet sinisterly seductive British accented voice echoed through her ear. Her head shot up and she was met with mesmerizing sea green eyes complimented with an aggravating smirk, "Then I would wonder, why on earth would Caroline Forbes be looking for the big and the bad me?" He added, voice dripping with mockery.

"Klaus…" That was all she could muster at that moment, when words failed her, actions apparently took over. She leaned into him, enough to feel his body heat and in a swift move shoved him back causing him to lose his balance. But he's that infuriating invincible Hybrid and he never falls – she was rather grateful for that.

"Nice seeing you too sweetheart." Klaus said looking at her incredulously.

"You knew I was looking for you yet you just sit back and relaxed while you watched me spaz around New York frantically looking for you like a headless chicken!" Caroline stated.

"Well why do you think I'm here love? You really think this was coincidence?" Klaus said gesturing between the two.

"Whatever, couldn't you have showed up a day into me looking for you? Would've saved me a hell lot of trouble." She commented.

"Why are you looking for me? Here to kill me? Despite your last attempt being a disaster, you'd think you lot would learn." He asked tauntingly and she chuckled through her glass.

"No." She muttered shaking her head.

"Then why are you here?"

She glanced to her side and just stared at him with a perplexing expression that became cryptic to Klaus, he never was one to enjoy the mystery of life when he was left in the unknowing. She turned her chair to completely face him and he hasn't changed a single bit – she was oddly relieved by that. From head to toe, he still had the aura of an archaic megalomaniac with a seductive tinge to it all. She hated the latter, it deemed irresistible, sadly.

"I'm taking up on your offer." His head shot up with a hopeful (?) glint in his eyes and a small shadow of a knowing smile formed on his lips, "Do not say I told you so." She added quickly pointing at him sternly.

"What took you so long love?" He asked.

"I had some things to do first." She casually said, waving her hand around, "So? Is the offer still up?" She asked biting her lip in anticipation.

"Sweetheart," His voice dropped into a whisper as he leaned into her, "The offer will always be up even if you asked in a century." She clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes in the typical Caroline way that he every so missed.

"A yes would've sufficed." She added.

"And the fun of that would be?" Yes, that is why she came to him, because he was enigmatic, he was a walk in the dark side and he was an enticing new experience. And the smug bastard knew that.

"There's a condition." She said.

"Of course."

"I know you're an all knowing hybrid who's lived for a thousand of years but, I don't see it fair that you drag me around the world so that I learn from you only. I want to return the favor. So no you're the teacher and I'm the student relationship," A suggestive smirk played his lips and she replied it with a stern look, "I want you to learn from me too." Caroline added and his smirk dropped left to look at this baby vampire in a mixture of awestruck and disbelief. Did she really think that she could teach him things? Challenge accepted.

"Deal." He said extending his hand and she took it.

"Where first love?" He asked taking a sip of his drink.

"Show me music." And he stared at her skeptically, glancing around him as if trying to push a hint to her, she got it but she shook her head.

"No not this kind of mainstream influenced generic music. Or the Broadway, seen it all and heard it all. I want to see the music of different worlds, different cultures, the dances, the atmosphere, the festivals…I want to see the root of music." She explained and now he was truly looking at her in awestruck.

"Well then, looks like we've got a lot to do."

She refused to do things spontaneously.

Life in Mystic Falls had sufficed more than enough spontaneous in her life for a very long time. She liked things to be organized. To be ready. So she raided his house (not that he minded) with her bubbly exterior and all her glorious sunshine and filled his house with maps and travel books all color coordinated and noted. She had every airline website bookmarked on her laptop and they'd spend hours on days sat on his bed looking at everything.

He absolutely adored her.

"No." She stated stubbornly.

"Love, I'm taking you around. It's the only honorable thing to do."

"Yes if we were in the medieval ages and male chauvinism still existed!" She declared.

"It's called being a gentleman sweetheart." He said pinching the bridge of his nose as she kept his credit card hostage.

"I can pay for myself Klaus. I have the money." Caroline said.

"Nonetheless." He replied.

"No really, I have the money to go around the world twice if I wanted to." He glanced up at her skeptically.

"Haven't you read the New York Times' best seller book, The Post?" She asked.

"Yes, marvelous book, well written, well informed with all the history about World War II and I would know, I lived through that but it was left anony— you wrote it didn't you?" Klaus asked and Caroline grinned.

"Aw, Klaus I think you unintentionally just gave me compliment on something other than my physique, I'm proud." She said playfully nudging his cheeks.

"How do you know so much then?" He asked pushing her hand away.

"A lot can happen in a decade and more years Klaus. I'm a Columbia graduate in world history and English literature. I picked up a few things."

"I know." He said with a smile.

"Then why'd you ask?" She said hurling a cushion at him but obviously missed.

"I find it rather intriguing listening to you." He said and all the anger she tried to keep hold just seeped out and her shoulders dropped as she blows out a breath.

"You're annoying." She stated.

"You've made that clear." Klaus said, "So are you ready love?" Her face perked up as her lips widened to a grin and she clasped her hands together nodding her holding down her squeal of excitement. He just chuckled at her child like appearance.

"You got a fast car
And I want a ticket to go anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove"

TBC my lovelies