"Kol!" Elijah scolded. They were in the middle of the cemetery, in the middle of the night, and the younger brother had just suddenly snapped. "Control yourself!"

"You have no room to talk!" Kol roared back. His eyes were filled with tears, his face burning with rage. "You were perfect in their eyes!" His voice boomed through the air for almost an entire mile diameter around them. "I was just another mouth to feed. Another body to look after!"

"This isn't you," Elijah tried telling him. But it did no good.

"Yes, Elijah. This is me! The real me!"

Elijah took hold of Kol's shoulders, keeping him still. "This is Jade!" he corrected.

Kol knocked his brother's hands away forcefully. "And what did Jade do? He brought out our secrets! So, yes, brother, this is me! The part of me you don't know!" He had pointed his finger determinedly at Elijah on the word 'you'.

Elijah didn't reply. He knew Kol was right. He watched his brother with a sneer. "You wouldn't have been driven to this state if it weren't for Jade," he snarled.

"Shut up!" Kol yelled so lout that Elijah felt vibration. Kol stared him down. Elijah stood back from him, watching him as if he were insane. "This isn't about Jade! You know nothing, Elijah! Absolutely nothing of what I feel!" He appeared to be calming down, but was really just taken to a state of depression and hurt. A tear fell from his eye. "They hated me," he whispered.

Elijah softened also, trying to become more soothing. "Our parents did not hate you," he protested, wanting to keep Kol at this more relaxed tone.

"Yes, yes they did," Kol corrected. "You were the first, after Aaron died. So you were special…Klaus was born of another man, so Mother made sure to watch out for him and keep him from Father's hand," Kol explained. "Rebekah was the first girl. And Henrik, he was a miracle. They were too old to have more children, but still he came," he continued, telling Elijah why everyone else was special. "Finn and I, we were just extras. Even he felt it! That's why we were so close, because we held no purpose."

Elijah shook his head, wanting to tell his brother just how wrong he was. But before he could even get words out of his mouth, Kol suddenly clamped his eyes shut and dropped his head down, bringing his hands up to run his fingers through his hair. Elijah heard him chuckle.

Kol stood back up, an annoyed 'smile' on his face. The tears had fallen from his eyes, but he looked like he was getting over a complete melt down. He dropped his hands and nodded. He wasn't looking at Elijah, but somewhere to his left. "Did that just happen?" he checked, just as Elijah had before.

Elijah sighed, relieved that his brother was back to normal. "That just happened," he affirmed.

Kol nodded again, accepting it all, but not liking it by any means. "Right," he concluded. He straightened himself out and took a step away, meaning to leave. "I'd appreciate it if this stayed with just the two of us. Sound good?" he asked, still walking away.

"Whatever pleases you, brother," Elijah promised, following his brother for a silent walk home. But now Elijah knew for certain; the Jade Period was definitively back.

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Caroline pulled her hair into a ponytail as she yawned. She had just gotten up, and was not looking forward to the day ahead of her. She stood up from her vanity mirror and stretched as she headed for her door, still in her blue tank top and green pajama pants.

"Mom?" she called, exiting her room and heading down the hallway for the stairs. "You home?" she asked. There was no reply. "Guess not…" she mumbled as she started walking down the stairs.

Caroline entered her kitchen and noticed a piece of paper setting alone on their granite counter. Caroline sighed and picked it up, blinking strongly to try to clear her sleepy eyes.

"Caroline," she sighed, reading it out loud. "Emergency call out of town…should be back by supper…" Caroline flopped her hand on the counter and released the paper. "Fantastic…" she mumbled, going to the refrigerator. She opened the door and peered in. "Not only am I having serious issues," she said to herself, surfing the food inside the refrigerator, "but I can't talk to my mother about it anytime soon, either."

She stood up and reached for a small yogurt container before shutting the door. She turned to the counter and pealed the top off and reached for the drawer that held the silverware. Reaching for a spoon, she heard a knock come from the front door. Frowning, she placed the spoon on the counter next to her yogurt and started walking for the front door.

Through the fancy window, Caroline saw Tyler's deformed shape. She opened the door, still in her pajamas, and tilted her head at him. "Hi," she greeted.

Tyler was wearing his usual jeans, t-shirt, and black jacket thrown over it. His hands were in his pockets and he rocked slightly in his place. He smiled at her. "Hi," he said back. He stepped forward and placed a kiss on her cheek. Caroline stood to the side so he could come in the house.

Once inside, she shut the door and made her way for the kitchen again. "What are you doing here?" she asked curiously. She reached her counter and picked her yogurt up again and put the spoon inside of it, stirring it before eating.

Tyler shrugged and sat down at her table, relaxing. "Just thought I'd swing by and say hi." Caroline raised her eyebrows as if to say 'Is that it?' Tyler took a deep breath. "And to tell you I talked to Bonnie," he added.

Caroline put down her yogurt and rushed towards the table excitedly. "And?" she pressed, pulling out a chair and sitting down on the edge of the seat.

Tyler looked uneasy. He sat up straighter in his seat and made a deliberate effort not to look her in the eye. "Well…now I understand what you meant by her having gone…dark," he said, trying to make something good come out of his obvious bad news.

Caroline nodded her head a couple times. "Yeah, everyone will realize that. What else?" she demanded, not catching or noticing his uneasiness.

He raised his shoulders. "I loosened the spell. You can now make little sayings."

"I already had that," Caroline informed him, waving her hand like it was no big deal.

Tyler nodded, like he was saying 'oh.' He stared at the table, looking guilty.

Caroline frowned. "Tyler? You ok?" He looked up at her with that look; the look that told her he was keeping something from her. She tilted her head seriously at him. "What?"

Tyler found a spot on the table and stared at it. "I hooked up with her."

Caroline didn't hear his words. She did, but didn't register them. She shook her head, not losing her enthusiasm at all. "Hooked up as in…took her on a date and talked to her about the curse?" she asked, forgetting for the moment what 'hooked up' stood for, but not caring if he had just taken her on a simple date.

Tyler raised his gaze to her eyes. "No. I mean, hooked up with her," he repeated the same sentence.

Caroline's face slowly started to fade from cheery and intrigued to slightly confused. "I'm not getting it. I mean, 'hooked up' means you—" she stopped midsentence because of Tyler's face. It clearly told her she was on the right track. Caroline felt the color drain from her face. "Oh mi God," she mumbled. She didn't entirely have her mind wrapped around it, but she got the small preview of her soon panic attack in having a slight thought of what he meant. "You…Are you telling me you, like, slept with her?" she clarified.

Tyler leaned forward, panicked. "I didn't want to! She had this way of like, seducing me! I couldn't help it!" he defended himself.

"You couldn't help sleeping with my best friend?" she snapped, more disgusted than anything. Sure she was hurt, and felt like the thing she loved had just backfired on her, but the thought that he hurt her in that way…

"Yes! I mean…no. I don't even remember last night all that well," he admitted.

Caroline let out an exasperated cough. "Oh, so you were drunk?" she observed.

"No!" Tyler denied, without even thinking of it.

"You weren't drunk? That means you in your right mind when you did it!" she informed him. She stood up, turned away from him, and brought a hand to her forehead, trying to calm her oncoming headache. She also felt the back of her throat start to tense up – she was going to cry.

Tyler remained in his seat, but leaned against the table on his forearms. "No! Caroline, just let me explain. I told her I wanted no part in it. I didn't want any part in it," he pledged.

Caroline actually chuckled, in rage, of course. "Oh really? Because, last time I checked, it takes two willing people to hook up, Tyler!" she raved, turning back around and staring at him. "Unless you're telling me it was rape," she tried, hoping that was the issue.

Tyler looked back down at the table, a little annoyed with Caroline. "No, it wasn't rape," he assured her. Caroline closed her eyes in exasperation. That means he had been willing. Tyler realized that he should have changed his answer the second her eyes were shut. "Oh mi God, Caroline!" he fumed, actually angry with her for making this 'hard' to explain. "It was just a one night fling, no big deal," he insisted.

Caroline looked to the side, hands going up to rest on her hips. "Yeah, see here the thing," she started, looking back to him, "Bonnie doesn't do 'one night flings'. Once you 'do her', you're wrapped around her finger. Whether you like it, or not."

Tyler didn't reply, just looked up at her with that look that made it obvious he was defeated, but didn't want to admit it. Caroline sighed, feeling her headache start getting worse and her stomach becoming jittery. She licked her bottom lip and dropped her head to look down for a moment.

She brought her head back up and swallowed, looking at the floor still. "Get out," she instructed firmly.

Tyler gave her a tired and worn sideways look. "Care, come o—" he started.

"Get out!" she snapped again, this time furious.

Tyler pursed his lips and abruptly stood up. He stormed over to the door and, without any words, opened the door, stepped out, and slammed the door shut behind him. Caroline jumped slightly as the slam startled her and shook the house slightly.

Caroline crossed her arms over her chest and bit her lip, doing her best to control herself. But it was no use. Tyler had cheated on her. That was almost as bad as being told she was going to be a blood-sucking-demon for the rest of eternity.

"No," Caroline told herself, looking up to the ceiling and feeling her eyes fill with tears. "No, I've got this…" she tried to convince herself not to fall down that black pit of despair, willing the tears to disintegrate. But she couldn't contain it. Her stomach lurched and a tear fell out of her eyes. "Oh God," she cried, bring a hand up and sobbing into her palm.

But before Caroline was completely able to falling into the black pit of despair, she heard a click from behind her. Spinning around, she brought her hand down from her face and her eyes got wide as she looked at the man standing in the middle of her kitchen.

He had a truly concerned look on his face. "Oh. Who made Klaus' world cry?" Kol asked, frowning in sympathy. He had come through the glass door that led out onto the patio. The sun was shining through the glass door and eliminated his figure. He looked like a normal guy, not some jillion-year-old-vampire.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" Caroline demanded, but her voice came out broken because of her sorrow. "You've never been inv—! When were you invited in?"

"Um… Oh yeah. You're Mother had wanted help with…" he waved his hand, trying to come up with a word, but not finding it, "stuff."

Caroline frowned at him. "What are you doing here now, then?" she interrogated.

"Well," he started, in the tone an adult would use when telling an exciting story to a child. He took a step forward and picked up the yogurt container Caroline had left out on the counter. "I was stalking the neighborhood and saw pretty boy storm out of your house just a moment ago. Thought I'd come in and check it out," he summarized. He then took a moment to truly look at her. He noticed her slightly swollen eyes, just before having an overwhelming meltdown. She was still in her pajamas and didn't seem to care as he watched her, which meant that she didn't have the energy to feel embarrassed after the emotions she's feeling now. He looked up to her eyes, in her eyes, and saw all-too-familiar emptiness in them; the emptiness that told him she had just been seriously hurt. At that second, seeing her emotional state, he lost all sassiness and became incredibly sympathetic. "What happened?" he asked, truly wanting to know.

Caroline crossed her arms and looked down at her feet. "Like you'd care," she murmured.

Kol blinked at her. "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't care," he pointed out.

Caroline looked up at him hesitantly. She was actually really considering telling him; but then she realized that he was an Original, and she was supposed to hate them. She straightened her back out, and took in a shaky breath. "I don't want to tal—" She closed her eyes in irritation and tilted her head down again.

"Sounds like you do want to talk about it," he said, still sympathetically. "Pretend I'm one of your friends. Bonnie. Pretend I'm her," he encouraged.

Unfortunately, his encouragement didn't go very far. At the sound of Bonnie's name, Caroline felt herself losing it again. She frowned and tears filled her eyes once more. She sniffled and turned around from him. Kol quickly set down the container in his hands and walked over to her, feeling bad that he had obviously triggered something.

"Hey," he coaxed, stopping behind her and taking one of her arms. He gently turned her towards him and bent his knees to look at her downturned face. "Hey, shhh," he soothed. "What is it?"

Caroline didn't even try to fight him. If anything, she wanted him to hold her and be the shoulder for her to cry on. Her arms were still crossed over her chest, but she looked up a little, still trying her best to keep an organized face. "Tyler," she managed to get out, with a surprisingly somewhat strong voice. "He and Bonnie…" But then she couldn't finish her sentence, it hurt too much. She took in a breath and just held it, trying to master herself. When Kol slowly rubbed her arm she exhaled and looked up at him.

"He slept with her, didn't he?" Kol guessed, not happy with that. Boyfriends should be loyal. Caroline pursed her lips and nodded, a tear falling from her eye again. Kol stood up straight and pulled her into a hug, completely ignoring the fact that she didn't trust him at all.

And Caroline didn't resist. She uncrossed her arms and wrapped them around his shoulders, needing someone to cry to, completely ignoring the fact that she didn't trust him at all. She just let herself fall into that black pit of despair without hesitation. She sobbed into his shoulder, and he stoked her back and hair, wanting to help her in any way he would without crossing the line of being 'good'.

After five minutes or so, Kol started to pull back, just enough to look at her face. "All better?" he asked.

Caroline had tears stained to her cheeks. "What do you think?" she mumbled.

Kol nodded, understanding. He turned her around and started leading her into her own living room, sitting her on a couch and sitting beside her. "Do you want to talk?" he offered.

Caroline shook her head.

"Are you sure? I think this is more than just Tyler cheating," he observed. "No one cries when they hear this. I mean, sure, they might cry, but they're angrier than anything. So, what gives?" he checked.

Caroline frowned at him, not liking that he could have known that. She sighed. "I want to talk about it, I do. Just…talking about it with you is making me uncomfortable. I'm supposed to hate you. So, even being in the same room as you is weird for me, let alone when you're being nice!" she explained.

Kol nodded, again, understanding. "Do you want me to leave?" he offered.

Caroline narrowed her eyes at the ground, thinking. She shook her head. "No. I don't want to be alone."

"Ok, I won't leave, but I'll leave you alone, alright?"

Caroline agreed with him silently, and even managed to give him a small smile, but soon fell back into feeling like crap about everything.

Kol was there for an hour, just sitting with her. They didn't speak, but both of them just...dwelled in one another's presence while thinking to themselves. In the end, Kol had left when he got a call from Rebekah. And that was it. Caroline was left to be by herself, with hatred, anger, and abandonment left from Tyler; and confusion, gratefulness, and relief for Kol.

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"Nik!" Rebekah hollered, marching into the hybrid's house.

Klaus sighed, already annoyed with his complaining sister. He was in his room, perched upon the detailed head rest of his bed. He had a notebook on his lap, a drawing of a particular blonde sketched onto the page. "What?" he yelled back with an angry tone, not moving from his spot at all.

He heard the sound of loud heels clonking on the wood floor as his sister searched him out in the large house. "Where the bloody hell are you?" she sneered in a low growl as she slammed shut the door to another Klaus-less room.

Klaus returned to his drawing. "Look for me…" he mumbled, truly not caring.

She came storming up to his door and kicked it in, sending a rush of cold air rolling towards him as he looked up at her, irritated. "Yes?" he asked, letting the word just roll off his tongue.

Rebekah placed her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows, clearly in a ticked off mood. "We have a problem," she claimed sassily.

Klaus looked around the room, making it obvious he was waiting for more. "And?"

"It's happening again," she stated, entering the room. "The possessions. The vampire possessions that happened hundreds of years ago. When they all go crazy and start saying things they don't want to. I just had it. Elijah had it yesterday, and Kol just last night. It's all happening to us again."

Klaus frowned. "What are you talking about? You mean like the Jade Period?" he asked.

Rebekah nodded once. "Yes, exactly like that. I can't figure it out. We got rid of Jade, Klaus!" she proclaimed.

"Yes, Rebekah. I know that. Are you sure these happenings are exactly like last time?" he checked. If it was, it could explain what happened with Caroline.

Rebekah gave him a look that told him she knew she was right. "Elijah started proclaiming his secret love to the human doppelganger. Yes, I'm sure."

"He loves her now?" Klaus sneered, as if it were the worst gossip he'd heard.

Rebekah sighed. "No. He has loved her. That's what I mean!" she snapped, as if she knew everything. She started pacing a small space at the end of his bed. "Just like before, all the vampires, one by one, are announcing their deepest secrets to the world. And that was the first step last time, so this could continue like before."

Klaus raised one of his palms upward, showing his confusion. "So why are you telling me this?"

Rebekah stopped pacing. "Well I figured you'd want to know about it," she said bluntly. "That, and you and Elijah were the ones to stop it last time before Jade took completely over. So, I figured you'd be able to—"

"How am I supposed to do that?" he demanded, cutting her off. "I had to kill him last time. Are you telling me to kill him again?" he said sassily.

Rebekah glared at him. She crossed her arms over her chest. "What if he isn't dead?" she tried him.

Klaus laughed. "I drove a stake through his heart. The man's dead," he assured her. Rebekah stared at him, upset that he wouldn't even consider the thought. "So, whatever this is, it's not Jade," he observed, going back to his drawing. "It's probably some lunatic that got their hands on the same spell and are trying to have history repeat itself."

"Well if that is the case then we're all in danger! So get off your arse and do something!" she scolded.

Klaus looked up, annoyed, and sighed. "It's not going to be that difficult now. People these days are morons. Just find the bastard and stake him," he looked down again, "easy as that."

Rebekah growled and turned to leave. "You were absolutely no help!" she informed him, then stepped out of the room and slammed the door shut.

As soon as she was gone, Klaus stood up from his bed, and went to his dresser. He picked up his phone that was on top of it and dialed Elijah's number. He waited for the ringing to stop, but didn't wait for Elijah to finish his one "Yes?" before speaking. "Is Jade back?" he demanded.

He heard Elijah sigh. "Perhaps. It looks that way," he admitted.

"How is that possible?" Klaus snarled, not happy with even the thought of Jade on his earth.

"I don't know. There is a possibility that because Jade was the first human we turned into a vampire, that he is different in a way," Elijah said thoughtfully.

"Different in what way?"

"Well staking him in the heart obviously didn't work. It may be that he needs to be killed a certain way."

Klaus sneered. "How do we figure it out?" he snarled.

"As soon as I have that knowledge, you shall be the first to know."

Klaus abruptly hung up, not wanting to speak with anyone. If Jade was back…he was up for competition, again.