86 years later. He´d waited. The first couple of decades he had fooled himself into believing that either she´d break, or that he´d manage to win his war without her help. As the years had dragged on though, he had found himself in an uncomfortable stalemate. His war had yet to be decided, and New Orleans could little have two kings. Having an heir, having a thousand years on his back and being the maker of this opponent had brought him far, but not ahead of his protégé. He´d been overconfident, he had assumed she´d give up fast. She hadn´t though.

Rebekah sat in the car, mindlessly gazing at the red brick stone building. "For goodness' sake, get in there, and drag the bloody nuisance out of there, this place is ruining my mood." From the outside it looked quiet and peaceful, the perfect home for the mentally restless. At least that´s what the sign advertised. It was not just the average asylum though. All of its inhabitants were vampires. The place has been created in the 17th century. The "patients" being vampires that even amongst the darkest of their kind would be considered "crazy". Rippers that have managed to outdo even Stefan Salvatore in his darkest days, psychos that have caused massacres amongst their own kind. Vampires that all should be staked but , each for their own reasons, were considered too valuable to kill. Their family had found the place with the intent of having an army of assassins ready at their disposable, though some of the inmates also were there as favors to inferior vampires. They didn´t kill a certain on-the-loose-vampire, in return some other, normal vampire owed them big time.

Thomas, the vampire who ran the place for them, met them by the car, carrying a file. His face looked troubled, his pace was hurried. "Mr. Mikaelson."

"Thomas." Klaus nodded dismissively, "Is that her file?" He inquired, nodding at the thick binder. He didn´t wait for a response before grabbing the file and beginning to read it.

"Care to explain how she was put under solitary confinement with privileged accommodation, thirty years ago? I instructed you to extract information from her, not to pamper her."

Thomas simply sighed, as Rebekah raised an eyebrow. "Well... "

Three hours, 154 pages and an unsatisfactory conversation later, Niklaus Mikaelson was finally on his way to meet her - in the library. He had expected to find her in the same cell he had placed her unconscious body 84 years ago, or maybe in a torture chamber, but Thomas had literally begged him to consider meeting her in the library, claiming she was more amicable and less troublesome there. Niklaus had scoffed, but was utterly amazed by the fear in the old vampires voice. When he had placed Caroline Forbes in the institution, she had barely been a baby vampire while Thomas and most of the staff had centuries on her. 84 years later, and Thomas was seemingly terrified.

The next mystery was her file. Like instructed, all types of torture available and feasible had been used on her, repeatedly. Every entry for one of her "sessions" ended with the same comment " outcome: not satisfactory". He noted, that after a few years, several of the entries ended with a shaky handwriting, like the hand had trembled while writing. They had even attempted truth potions on her, and even he himself was curious to learn how she had resisted that. 31 years ago, however, something larger than her resistance must have happened. He noted that her guards had changed often and rapidly in that time frame, before she had finally been removed from her cell to a room upstairs, also she had been granted library access and a nightly walk in the garden. Supervised, of course, but still, she was not supposed to ever receive any privileges. He already felt like tearing out several hearts based on this revelation alone. She was still being tortured, and he noted that the methods, in parts had grown harsher and more severe than they had been when he had still been invested in her suffering. He himself had stopped waiting for imminent changes after the first two years, and it pleased him to note, that even though she wound up in better accommodation, his servants had been improving on the severity of her sentence. The result however, did not please at all. 84 years, and no information or confession.

Now, though, he needed that upper hand badly. He needed the information she alone held.

84 years ago, Tibet...

She had been strolling through the streets, after having spent the day kite-running. The smile on her face had been as radiant as always, and for a second he reveled in the view, knowing that the second he´d confront her, she´d be his enemy. The woman that had betrayed him. The woman that knew where to find the key to solving his problems. All he´d need would be a little compulsion, and he´d dispose of her. Punish her for her betrayal.

He had her cornered against a monastery´s wall, less than an hour later. His pupils dilated towards her fearful gaze. "Klaus, please." Instead, he crushed her wind pipe, rendering her speechless.

The second her organ had been healed, he had compelled her. "Tell me everything."

She had only looked up at him, tears streaming down her soft cheeks "I am so sorry, but I can´t tell you."

His hold on her had tightened, he slammed her against the wall several times, wondering why his compulsion had now worked, before it dawned on him. Tibet, the monks, her father's daughter... She had learned to resist.

After that he had snapped her neck roughly, and brought her back to the States, placing her under Thomas' "Care". He had gazed down at her peacefully sleeping form, wondering how life just had to turn out like this. "I don´t care how badly you have to tear her apart, get the things I need out of her and once it´s confirmed that she´s told us the truth, all of it, kill her." That was the last time he had seen her beautiful face, 84 years ago.

The library was a rather bright, lightly blue-colored room. He found her sitting on the window sill, learning against her magically, daylight-protective glass. Stunning as ever, dreamily gazing outside, longing for a freedom she longer deserved, if he had any say about it. But nonetheless, stunning as ever.

His heart stopped when she turned to him, her bright ice showing him not the familiar warmth they held, when he last saw her, but they held ice instead. Plenty of ice. Her smile was serene, yet disturbing.

"Hello, love." she said, in a voice of comfort and malice.

So... here´s the prologue. I hope you like it. The story will be a combo of: hurt, dark-ish Caroline and a scavenger hunt. What do you guys think?