Caroline followed the mini parade into the dim lit club. Of course, there she found more drinks and more music. The place was very old, a lot of wood panels on the ceiling and walls and antique furniture and bars. As usual, numerous guys hit on her, and Barbie-vamp gave some of them a whirl. Dancing across the room, the blonde noticed sets of guys on the outskirts, looking at her and whispering, judging her. Definitely not the vibe a drunkie gave off. Care tried to ignore it.

Forbes grooved to the music, but it became more difficult as the sets grew into a gang. A couple of "surfer dudes"helped take her mind off by helping her up on the bar bench, and she danced to the cheer. But was abruptly taken off as the crowd separated, allowing the gang to manhandle her.

"Let's go, Barbie-vamp," the one in the grey shirt spoke without even looking at her, dragging her to the back exit.

"You gotta check in with Marcel first."'

Caroline tried to use her free hand to escape the guy's strong grasp, but unfortunately, her weakening strength did not help her.

"No! YOU let go of me!" Care said, digging her nails into her assailant. And as soon as they were in the back alley, Caroline freed herself, and punched grey shirt as hard as she could, straight on the nose.

The guy bent from her blow and put his hands to where her knuckles had broken skin, his hand drenched in the blood still pouring from his nose. He scoffed and looked up at her, his eyes hidden behind the popped out veins encircling them. Care stepped back.

"Bitch," he said to her as he lunged at her. Caroline ducked, but grey shirt did not strike his target as someone else wooshed up in front of her.

"I do not think this is the best way to address a lady. Your mother must surely be so disdained."

Caroline looked up from where she was crouched, unbelieving the voice she had heard. Elijah -THE Elijah- was standing in front of her, dark liquid dripping from his rarely bare elbows. The Original almost stepped on her hand as he stepped back to pull out the heart of grey shirt.

"Elijah?!" Said spoke for the first time, stressing the 'I', and leaned on the wall to pull herself up.

"Welcome, to New Orleans, Miss Forbes." Elijah responded, turning his head around to her just a second before the rest of the gang lunged on the much stronger Original. Caroline could only correctly imagine their fate as she took her chance to dash away back on the main streets, leaving behind her bracelet.

A minute later, a bloody hand picked it up nearer to Elijah's face, who laughed to himself in recognition of the rhinestone link chain. He was amused to see the Salvatore BFF in New Orleans, but he shook his head knowing the one person in this city who would truly enjoy her presence.

Klaus Mikaelson.