Curious, and maybe even a little hopeful, eyes have been watching the blonde for a while now, trying to decide if this was a trick or a treat. It couldnât be her.  ââ  Could it? Klaus Mikaelson should know better than to question the probability of oneâs existence when his very own should be impossible. A thousand year old vampire turned hybrid, approaching impending fatherhood, reigning over New Orleans. Striking fear into peopleâs hearts with the mere mention of his name. He lived in a world where just about anything could happen and it did, frequently, but doubt still weighed deep in his stomach. He couldnât bear to taste the bitterness of disappointment if he was to learn this wasnât the woman he once promised last love. Just days ago, he came across a woman with the face of Katerina and not an ounce of Elena Gilbertâs personality. Expected, he supposed, from a doppelganger, but still enough to leave him cautious. This was not a world Klaus was familiar with and while the woman he could see looked like someone he used to know, there was no guarantee she was.Â
That said  â  heâd never been one to run. Not unless his father was chasing at least and that hadnât been a problem for quite some time now. No, he preferred to confront it head on, feet moving forward to get a little closer.  ââ  Klaus realises then that he canât be wrong. For starters, that never happens.  Secondly, thereâs no one else this person can be. From the familiar scent and the poise she holds herself in, to the warm buzz of excitement that only flares up when in her presence, this woman is completely, irrevocably Caroline Forbes.  â Of all the apocalypses in all the land, what are the chances we both fell into the same one? â  Words were drawled, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips as he edged even closer.  â Hello, love. â
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