She'd kept the parchment.

The dark, obsidian lines that connected to form her angelic face and the powerful muzzle of a spotted horse. She'd kept it even when Tyler threatened to break it off because of the drawing. And also when he tore through her house looking for it. She'll never be able to rid herself of his oceanic hues. She was desperate for his embrace. Caroline always was hungry for his presence.

The baby vampire had been so weak and naive. Tyler was just some teeny-bopper fixation. Today, the eighty year old vampire was one of the most powerful. Having drank blood from three originals in her lifetime. Caroline captured Rebekah thirty years ago and exchanged her life for Elijah's blood.

She had been keeping tabs on Niklaus for the first couple of years. She was gone like the wind as soon as her local stationary human told her he was in town. He soon found out who exactly her informants were and slaughtered them, even though they couldn't tell him where she was even if they tried. Caroline figured she didn't need them anymore. She had become a higher power than she was sixty odd years ago, always like smoke when it came to escaping. She would never admit it, but she was becoming more and more like Katherine every day. With a what-doesn't-kill-you-makes-you-stronger attitude, she's managing running from the Hunter himself for so long. Katherine was truly a huntress herself. She knew where every body's mind set was at any given time.

Caroline eventually had gotten more familiar with the use of compulsion over the years, almost never spending money. She hadn't made love to anyone since Tyler. On the other hand, she still fucked... A lot.

Though she couldn't bring herself to become immersed in the intercourse. She was always wondering what would've happened, had she stayed with Klaus, like ordered as such. Would she be miserable? Probably not. The world at her finger tips? Any body would jump at the chance, she did. But now she was regretting her chance. No one to travel beside her. Not a single soul to protect her, watch her back. Caroline knew Klaus would have given his life for her. She wished he was with her as she traveled the world, without his ages old grudge. Now, he would probably kill her on sight or make her suffer in the sun. She only hoped her death would be swift and painless.

She traced over the decades old paper. The edges were crumbling, much to her disdain. Lost in the memories she didn't heard her cell phone ring. Minutes later she finally heard her doorbell chime.

She opened the door to reveal her disheveled Mongolian informant, Asami in her doorway.

"Asami? What is your news?" Caroline said as she pulled her inside her temporary home she had been living at for the past five months.

After Klaus nearly caught her in Michigan, she vowed she wouldn't stay in her homes for longer than a year.

Asami shakily sat down and inhaled a deep breath before whispering two earth-shattering words.

"He's Here"

The minute was filled with silence as Caroline processed the information. Klaus? Here? Today? This is without a doubt the last day of her life.

"Where?" Caroline demanded softly.

"He checked into the hotel I work for. He compelled Lei to give him a free room."

Caroline stood up and made her way to her room.

"You are excused, Asami!" she shouted over her shoulder, but she was already gone.