Klaus, picked himself up off the ground but as soon as he stood up his legs buckled underneath him and he was back to where he started. He let out a low growl which was filled with both frustration and agony.

The stake had felt like a blade of hot fire being plunged into his back and now the stake was gone, the fire seemed to be spreading down into his toes and fingertips, scorching everything in it's path. As Klaus contorted in fits of torture on the ground, he silently vowed to himself to kill Silas and Professor Shane and for a moment the fire inside him dwindled as he pictured himself ripping out both of their hearts. But the flame again licked it's blistering tongue across Klaus' insides once more and he groaned again.

He needed to get out of this place. He couldn't have someone finding him here, so weak and so vulnerable. He needed to get to the mansion. Klaus grit his teeth so that his gleaming fangs were visible. Every muscle in his body was tensed and ready, and with a massive effort he heaved himself off the ground and staggered in the direction of his mansion. Every step he took sent electrifying shockwaves of pain through him. His body convulsed from it's torment but Klaus refused to stop.

The white oak stake was immensely powerful and any other vampire would have been dead if the stake had penetrated their body. The other original vampires would be paralysed for a few days at least, but Klaus perhaps had it worst of all he was strong enough to remain conscious through the intense pain. This white oak stake made vervain look like a pretty flower in comparison.

It seemed to take an eternity for Klaus to clamber up the driveway of his mansion, push through the door and crumple before the fireplace. His shirt was saturated from sweat and his chest heaved heavily as he regained his breath he got his whereabouts, and caught a glimpse of his bewildered blue eyes which now were clouded with pain, in the reflection of the window. Again Klaus picked himself up again despite every muscle in his body screaming at him not to and examined the large, round bloody hole that was pierced through his shirt. To his frustration he couldn't see the complete damage so he ripped his Henleys shirt from his body to reveal his muscled tattooed chest, where glistening beads of sweat cut paths across his torso. He turned and saw the dark red blot between his powerful shoulder blades. It still showed no sign of healing to his dismay.

"How long will I be like this?" He thought in panic to himself.

He dropped down to his knees praying for a break from this torture and for a moment his eyes fixed on the fire place who's flames were crackling maliciously at him. Then Klaus held his breath for a moment. Not because of the pain, but because the fireplace hadn't been lit when he had blundered in. So who had lit the flames?

"I thought it was a bit cold in here. I hope you don't mind," Said a woman's voice that Klaus recognised.

A shower of relief fell over Klaus as he heard Caroline's familiar voice in his ears, he looked up, but then fell back short as he realised something was wrong. She was different. Usually her eyes met his with the same challenging look that he both adored and hated in equal measure, but this light in her had vanished. In it's place was a coldness and a ruthlessness that chilled him. However Klaus thought for a moment that perhaps his present state could be making him imagine things, see visions.

"Sorry...L-love, I can't entertain today,...I am a bit under the weather," Klaus made a feeble attempt at forging some kind of normality. He was surprised at how hard it was for him to speak.

Caroline bent down to eye level and even in his state Klaus' heart started racing, as a blond curl tickled his neck. She heard this change and gave a small, cold smile and she whispered softly into his ear.

"I'm going to bring you nothing but misery,"

Klaus' head snapped around in shock and it was then that the wind was knocked out of him as Caroline's pointed, black leather boot kicked him square in his bare, muscled stomach. The force of which sent him flying across the room. It felt like every bone in his body was now not only on fire but shattering. He heard the same cold voice devoid of feeling again.

"Where is the cure Klaus,"

Then Klaus realised what was wrong. He had seen that look in vampires many times, hell he had caused that look many times. Caroline was possessed. And he knew exactly who by.

"Silas," he breathed

"Wow, good guess! I just thought this get up would be a bit more fun. So answer me this Klausy, where is the cure."

"You might...need a while to get it through...your thick scull, but I don't...bloody know." Klaus panted

"Well, you had better find out Klaus or not only will you get it but Caroline your girlfriend will get it too,"

To Klaus' horror Silas/Caroline pulled out a regular stake from behind her back and aimed it right at her own heart.

"No!" Klaus yelled attempting to get up. He cursed his weakness.

"Just find the cure," Silas/Caroline said softly

Caroline gave Klaus a cruel smile before she plunged the stake into herself and then crumpled to the ground in a heap.