Rescue Me

Chapter 2

I wrote this chapter a while ago I just never published it...oops.
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Mystic Falls was certainly a place Niklaus Mikaelson never thought he'd ever see himself. It wasn't exactly his kind of town. It was far too small, for one. In the middle of nowhere, for another. Not that the solidarity of the town's location was something he was unfamiliar with. He'd lost count of the number of times he'd found himself in the middle of nowhere, in a dusty Afghani desert or stranded in the mountains somewhere, miles from civilization.

No, none of that was what bothered Klaus. It was just how suburb Mystic Falls appeared. Old timers diners, car garages closed on Sundays, family bicycle rides. It was all just so mundane to him. He honestly couldn't see what Rebekah even saw in this little, one stop town.

Well, that really wasn't true, he thought as he leaned against the wall outside the convenience store, his duffel at his feet. He knew just what had drawn his baby sister to this Virginia town. Or rather, who.

Stefan Salvatore.

He'd been hesitant when Elijah had casually mentioned the young American lawyer Rebekah had started dating seven months ago. He'd known the Salvatore boy was only in the country for a short time, and worried about how deep Rebekah had clearly been throwing herself into the relationship. When Rebekah did anything, she didn't do it halfway, after all. She often got attached far too early on, and it never ended well. Elijah, always the most level headed of them all, had shared his concerns, and said he would be sure to keep an eye on their young sister and her American beau.

Neither of them could have seen the engagement coming. Or the move overseas.

Which is how Klaus found himself here, in the middle of Virginia, a broke down truck and a full duffel the only things to his name, while he waited for his sister outside the store. He hadn't been able to stop the smile that spread across his face when he heard Rebekah's excited voice over the phone. Even when she'd started to lecture him on his choice of beat down vehicles, he'd been more than delighted to listen to her rant. It had truly been too long since he'd since his young blonde sister.

While he stood, arms crossed over his chest, he couldn't help but let his mind drift to a different young blonde he'd come across recently.

Caroline.

He had truly not known what to make of her. Their interaction hadn't lasted long, but it had still left an impression. He couldn't quite put his finger on why, though. She wasn't really his type. She was pretty enough. Beautiful, really, when he reflected back on it. Her jeans and hooded red sweatshirt hadn't given any clues, so he really didn't know if the body matched the face. Not that it mattered.

He couldn't help but smirk when he recalled the way her lips had defiantly quirked up upon her announcement of a stun gun. That had been a nice touch. He was impressed really. There weren't a lot of girls who would think to lie about owning a stun gun. A pistol maybe. Pepper spray. But a stun gun? She was clever. And he liked his women easy. Something was telling him that the lovely Caroline was anything but.

His train of thought was cut off by the screeching of brakes, and he raised his eyes to see the red mustang that came to a sudden stop just on the outside of the parking lot. He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face when Rebekah's blonde head popped out from the driver's side window, eyes shining and smile bright. She threw open the door, barely remembering to put the car and park and turn off the ignition, before she was racing over to meet him.

He let out a gust of air when her small body collided with his, and he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her hair. "It's good to see you too, Bekah."