"Caroline, what is the meaning of this?" Klaus asked. He looked extremely angry and Caroline found herself immediately backing away, raising her hands as a means to ensure distance between them.
"I can explain," she said quickly, hoping he'd stop his predatory tread. Stefan , who was standing behind her, stiffened and moved to stand next to her. Klaus eyed the movement with displeasure and stopped his tread. He turned his gaze on Caroline, looking at her expectantly.
"Well," she began nervously, while he tilted his head, indicating his impatience, "Agnes told me that she needed your mother's remains to access the other world where Bonnie and Damon are trapped. And I knew you wouldn't give it to me, so of course, I didn't – couldn't – ask you. There was no way around it. Bonnie and Damon will be trapped in that hell forever and the only way was to steal the remains…and well, here I am with Stefan trying to dig your mother – or what's left of her…before you caught us," she stifled a nervous chuckle.
Klaus moved towards them
"Agnes told us that the only way that Damon and Bonnie can be released from this alternate universe that they're trapped in is by harnessing the power from Esther's bones."
"I'm afraid, love, I cannot allow that. Under any circumstances." Klaus was slowly, but determinedly, moving towards Caroline and Stefan, who were also, for their part, moving back.
"I know. Elijah made it plenty clear this morning when he was going to kill me," Caroline said, grudgingly.
"He did what?" Klaus stopped moving. Caroline let out a small sigh.
"I think we should let bygones be bygones, and start on a new note, beginning from the part where you give us the bones."
Klaus, who was momentarily distracted with rage for his brother who had tried to murder Caroline, snapped his head to glare at her. "I'm afraid it's too dangerous and cannot be done, love."
"But, you can ensure that it's not dangerous. And what is the danger from, anyway?"
"My father, Mikael. "
"What?" Stefan almost shouted. His horror was palpable. "How did this happen?"
Klaus clenched his jaw. "A series of unfortunate events. None the less. In an attempt to revive my mother," Klaus almost spat the last word, "Mikael is also in search for her bones. So you can see why I cannot allow you to let the bones out."
Caroline looked at Klaus, worriedly. To prevent the revival of his mother, Klaus would never let anyone touch Esther's bones. And Esther's revival would far exceed the horror of Mikael's already revived existence for everyone. How was she to revive Bonnie and Damon? The only way Klaus was going to let her access Esther's bones was if-
"What if we help you kill Mikael? What then?" Caroline asked, moving towards Klaus. His eyes snapped to hers'. He seemed unconvinced by the deal she was offering but motioned for her to elaborate.
"We'll assist you in any way possible to kill Mikael. And then seeing as there would be no danger, then, you can lend us the bones for the ritual."
"Just the two of you? I've already got an army."
"There's also Elena," Stefan piped in.
"What? Elena?" Caroline asked, horrified turning to Stefan. "When did this happen? How is she - -? Does she know this is happening? Oh my god, it would kill her if this doesn't work out! Stefan, how could you tell her about this!?"
"I didn't really have a choice, okay," Stefan muttered guilty, looking away from Caroline's glowering face.
"What do you mean you didn't have a choice!? You could ha-," Caroline stopped herself abruptly when Klaus cleared his throat. She turned her glower on him.
"I don't believe we're done yet, love," he said condescendingly. Caroline made a face at him.
"So as I was saying, we could help you. In whatever way we can, and then, you'll be happy and then we'll be happy. We've got much more experience with killing Mikael than your army," Caroline said, her mouth still twisted into a frown at the discovery of Elena being privy to the situation.
But that did not allow her to miss the unconvinced expression Klaus displayed. "As much as that sounds appealing," Caroline did not miss the sarcasm, "I'm not sure I have anything to gain by this alliance. But I shall hold on to that offer and avail it if the necessity arises. Till then, I must ask you to leave the city. For your own safety, of course. I'm not sure how convinced Elijah will be of your promise to stay away."
"We never made such-," Caroline began again when the grave expression on Klaus' face stopped her.
"Caroline, you must not trespass here. If you do, then I am afraid I shall have to detain you -"
"In the infamous Mikaelson dungeons?" Caroline scoffed. It only set Klaus more on edge.
"Fine," Caroline conceded, "But promise me."
"What?" he asked, warily.
"That if our alliance is of profit to you in any manner at all, then you shall contact me and abide by the terms previously stated."
Klaus gave her a small smile, bordering on a smirk. "I will," he said easily, convinced that such a moment would never arise. And how wrong he was.
"Do you think he'll actually call?" Stefan asked, as they walked out onto the street. He could feel his skin prickle with paranoia. He could sense eyes on them. They were the object of curiosity for many werewolves and vampires who were following them keenly. Stefan felt nervous. And he knew they could sense his nervousness.
Caroline, who was oblivious to the scrutiny, shrugged in response to his query. "I'm not counting on it..." She had a determined look on her face. Stefan, who had been distracted all this while by the undue attention they were receiving, suddenly turned to Caroline confused by her statement.
"Then how do you...," Stefan began but quickly shut up when the realization dawned on him. Caroline looked at him with confirmation.
"No," he said, firmly. "He'll kill us, Caroline. He will kill you."
"I don't care. I cannot wait any longer. This has to be done. Otherwise Damon and Bonnie will-," Caroline couldn't finish because Stefan tugged at her elbow roughly , causing her to halt. She looked at him, annoyed and confused. He allowed her to take notice of the fact that they were being tracked. She swallowed visibly.
"Well, another hurdle we need to cross and we'll be fine," she said quickly. "Let's go grab a bite," she said, walking into a nearby café.
While they waited for their food, Caroline decided the best way to communicate was through text.
[2 am] her text to Stefan read. He shook his head and frowned. Well, so much for being discrete, Caroline rolled her eyes.
[We'll end up dead.] Stefan had sent.
[It's the only option.]
Stefan did not reply. He only sighed. And Caroline knew that meant he would be coming along. And that's all she needed.
"I'm sorry I told Elena," Stefan suddenly said surprising her. Caroline had completely forgotten about that. Her displeasure returned.
"How did it even happen?"
Stefan sighed. "It's a long story. One we don't have time for."
"Let's eat," Caroline declared, tucking her hair behind her ear. "We'll figure everything out later."
Rebekah hummed pleasantly as she collected her and Aesa's clothes from the hamper and separated the whites from the colour. She put in the whites first and went to tend to Aesa and then Brownie. Aesa had started teething two days ago and it was quite painful for her. Endless crying had tired the tiny soul out and now she was finally sleeping it off.
Dr. Sloven, the local doctor, had warned Rebekah that Aesa was going to start teething around this time and had told her it was going to be rough on both of them. But Rebekah was prepared this time and things seem to be going fine. She just wished Aesa wasn't in so much pain. It hurt her so much to see her like that.
"Have you thought of piercing her ears?" Martha asked later when she was heating up some milk for Aesa. When Martha had first started on her job she had been surprised that Rebekah wasn't breastfeeding her baby.
"A mother's milk is healthier for the baby," she had protested but Rebekah seemed determined to come off as one who didn't believe the alternate wouldn't be the same. Martha had protested but finally complied. There had been nothing to be done. She hadn't found Rebekah's behaviour suspicious for there were several mothers who chose to not breastfeed their babies after a certain point. And Martha was not one to pass judgement.
Rebekah raised her eyebrow at Martha's question and look at the baby in her arms. "I haven't really thought about it..." Aesa started whimpering. Her gums must be starting to ache again. Rebekah put her in her stroller and went to the freezer to retrieve the frozen wet cloth she had placed there earlier. It would help relieve Aesa's pain.
"When do babies normally get their ears pierced?" Rebekah asked as she took the baby out of her stroller. "Hi my love," she said softly as she pressed a finger against Aesa's cheek. Aesa smiled and mumbled a broken 'Mama'. Rebekah could never get tired of hearing Aesa call her that.
"Open your mouth," Rebekah opened her mouth and waited for Aesa to copy her before pressing the cool cloth against her gums. Aesa's eyes fluttered close in relief. "That feels good, doesn't it?" Rebekah chuckled softly.
"Well, it's around this time – after seven months," Martha said, looking at the mother daughter duo with a smile. She sat next to Rebekah and handed her the bottle of milk.
"Well, I'll think about it," Rebekah said. She wasn't sure if it was in her place but surely Hayley and Klaus wouldn't object to Aesa getting her ear pierced! Aesa could always get more scandalous areas pierced when she grew up – ears were quite innocent after all. And every girl did need to get her ears pierced.
But what if Aesa didn't want to? Well, she could leave them close if Aesa wasn't the sort to wear earrings. It wouldn't be a permanent thing.
"Okay, Libby down the street is really good with these things. Tell me what you decide," Martha said as she sighed and settled into the sofa. Rebekah nodded as she took out the damp cloth from Aesa's mouth and pressed the bottle against her mouth.
"That's a good girl," Rebekah said as Aesa drank the milk greedily.
The doorbell rang. "Can you please get that, Martha?" Rebekah said as she burped Aesa.
"Who is it?" Rebekah asked when she had heard the door open but no conversation or sound emitted from anyone. "Martha?" Rebekah called out wondering if the woman had gone senile all of a sudden. Upon receiving no response, Rebekah decided to venture forth and inquire into the situation herself only to be faced with a sight most abominable and terrifying. Martha's body lay on her porch - covered with crows eagerly pecking at her soft human flesh.
A message. Rebekah swallowed. It was time.
"Caroline, are you sure this will work?" Stefan felt uneasy as they entered the Mikaelson gardens through the secret route Caroline had figured out. He felt as if he was being watched. His skin prickled with tension.
"Yes, I was almost halfway to the grave. Ugh, I hate how creepy that sounds, but don't worry, we'll be out in no time," Caroline said, tapping the torchlight against her thigh. They had been careful not to light it until they had reached the recesses of the gardens. "There it is," Caroline said, walking to a mound. "They didn't even cover this properly. How lazy are these people?" Caroline continued to mutter to herself as she began pulling her sleeves up to get to work.
"Come on, Stefan, we have a long way to go," she said.
"Caroline," she heard Stefan say tersely. At the tone of Stefan's voice, Caroline immediately dropped the spade and looked at him. He was glaring at something in front of them. She followed his line of sight and felt a shock of terror run down her spine.
"Elijah?" Caroline breathed.
"Miss Forbes. My brother was right," Elijah said, his eyes shining with mild curiosity.
"How did you know I would go back there?"
Klaus shrugged. He didn't want to tell her. He didn't see a point to it. How could she not know? It was the one thing he both admired and envied deeply in her. Her loyalty. He wanted to possess it. Entirely. Just for himself. The need in him sometimes to entirely possess Caroline would haunt him from time to time. To take, snatch, coerce from her what was rightfully his. But he couldn't. She was...Caroline. He wouldn't want what she wouldn't want to give. He wouldn't want what wasn't Caroline.
"Yeah..?" Caroline said, raising her eyebrows expectantly. Klaus looked at her confused for a moment. He hadn't realized he had said her name aloud.
"I need your help," Klaus said.
"Okay...? What is it?" Caroline asked warily. Klaus didn't seem very forthcoming. "If it's some freaky dating the devil kind of thing, okay I'll do it, but I have certain rules –," she couldn't complete because Klaus interrupted her by saying, "I would never use you as bait, Caroline. Even if it was me."
She looked at him, surprised at his words. She also seemed slightly offended at his suggestion that her friends had used her as bait. Even though it might be true. "Well? What is it?" She said, instead of pursuing an argument.
"I need your services… And of Stefan's in…," he stopped suddenly and sighed. Caroline frowned at his behaviour. She hadn't seen Klaus look so distraught and nervous… ever. What was his deal? Did he-"I need you to go provide protection to my daughter."
Caroline stared. "Your what?" Caroline asked, wondering if she had misheard, although in the back of her head she knew it was impossible, owing to her supernatural abilities. But still. It didn't hurt to make confirm once more.
"My daughter," Klaus repeated, his eyes boring into hers.
"Daughter as in? Like, an heir to your throne? An adopted daughter like?" Caroline could feel her eyes widening, and her eyebrows coming together. She could feel her body respond in a confusing manner, as if it were not her own. She could feel something growing inside her, readying itself for expulsion-for eruption.
"No," he said. Caroline searched for a trace of humour or dishonesty in his eyes but found none. "Caroline," Klaus said again, calmly, moving towards her"Caroline, I - I tried to tell you but it is very complicated." . Caroline wondered at the calm tone of his'. It was so cautious. Why was it so cautious? Did he think she would care? Did he think she would-.
Caroline suddenly felt like her head was hurting. She felt…dizzy. She realized it was because she had been shaking her head and moving away from Klaus. She suddenly stopped to glare at him. She didn't want him to know how much he had hurt her but she found it beyond herself to hide it. She wanted to rip him into pieces.
"Let me explain. It's not like you imagine. We were drunk and it was not something either of us could have imagined possible- and then it did happen and," Klaus sighed, "things got worse. The entire city was rife with our enemies who wanted to murder Hayley and I-so we had to send her, our daughter, away. But now she's been found and we need to rescue her."
"Hayley?" Caroline shrieked. She had been glaring at Klaus, listening to his weak explanation, with an incredulous and hurt expression on her face, when at the mention of Hayley's name her expression, her face broke into one of rage.
"Did you - did you just say Hayley? Hayley the werewolf you tried to kill you? You- You- what?" Caroline started pacing, furious with rage. She couldn't believe it! HAYLEY? HAYLEY? But suddenly everything was making sense. But also not. For although Klaus's behaviour with Hayley earlier fit ...Elijah's behaviour didn't.
"You have a daughter with your brother's girlfriend?" Caroline asked, perplexed. She wanted to throttle Klaus, who stood at a distance, with his face twisted into a solemn expression. He looked guilty. Well, he damn right should, Caroline thought. All of those things about forever and-and-this is what it lead to!? It was so...juvenile…Caroline felt she could both cry and laugh at the same time. This situation was ridiculous. Klaus was ridiculous… She was ridiculous. Why was she even here listening to him? She looked at him angrily.
"You're a dick...and-and - and here you were trying to act like - all this time...ugh," Caroline groaned, angry. She couldn't believe it. After everything he had said. It had all been a lie, then? "I thought you were - we were-"
"I was what? We were what, Caroline?" Klaus asked, his face twisted into anger. He had no right to be angry! Caroline thought bitterly. Not after he had done what he had done. He had - he had - but what had he done?
"Why are you acting as if I betrayed you? Were we something? Forgive me if my memory fails me, but the last time we met, you pushed me away again. Not that I hold you accountable for it, like I never hold you accountable for your actions. But I don't understand why you're acting so betrayed, love," Klaus clenched his jaw. He was smirking, but it was strained. It was cruel.
Caroline backed away, flinching at his words. Why was she? There was no real acceptable reason. It's not like...
"Forget it," she said, and although her words were supposed to come out as venomous, they instead seemed to display her confusion and helpless. "I can't do this right now," she said, already making her way to the door. Klaus looked like he wanted to stop her but at the agonized expression on her face he just let her go.
When Caroline exited the Mikaelson mansion in a hurry she had almost forgotten the predicament she was in-about Damon and Bonnie. It was only when she was accosted by a confused Stefan outside that everything came back to her.
"What happened in there? Are you alright?" he asked, quickly scanning Caroline for any external injuries. Although she gave him a curt nod, her distressed expression did not calm his fears. "What is it, Caroline?"
Caroline licked her lips nervously and paced the front porch-she didn't know what to tell Stefan. What had happened in there? She hadn't even heard the entire thing before storming off. She couldn't afford this. Klaus had said something about giving protection to his-daughter, Caroline forced herself to say the word. And in exchange—he was about to offer her Esther's bones, wasn't he? Caroline clutched her head, frustrated.
"Caroline, what is it?" Stefan asked again, making her look up at him with a distraught expression.
"Wait here," she said, before going into the mansion again. She didn't have time to get angry. She secretly wondered if she even had the right to. Pushing all thoughts of anger aside, Caroline made her way inside the living room to find Klaus and Elijah engaged in a heated debate. They immediately stopped upon her arrival.
"We'll do it," Caroline said, not looking Klaus in the eye. "Whatever it is, we'll do it. But you know what we need in exchange."
"Yes. But first-," Klaus began and Caroline couldn't bear the sound of his voice anymore.
"Actually, I would rather Elijah fill me in." She finally looked Klaus in the eyes. Klaus only nodded his acquiescence after gauging Caroline's hurtful expression.
"I'll bring Stefan in too," No sooner had Caroline finished saying it that Stefan was already beside her.
"What is this about? What are we doing?"
"You have to leave for Warsaw in an hour to help Rebekah and Hope to New Orleans."
"Rebekah as in-your sister Rebekah?" Stefan asked, confused.
"Yes. Is that a problem?"
"No, it's just confusing. She's an Original vampire, isn't she? Why does she need our help and who is Hope?"
Caroline stayed quiet. Waiting for Elijah or Klaus to take the lead. She could feel Klaus' eyes on her and stubbornly stared at anything but him. "She's Klaus' and Hayley's daughter," Elijah said and Caroline felt herself, for the second time that evening, become completely still.
Stefan on the other hand was a stuttering bewildered mess. "Daughter? What? Th-that's possible? How is that even-? Caroline did you know about this?"
Caroline resisted the urge to punch the living daylights out of Stefan to ask such a stupid question. It took another minute for him to realize that no, she in fact did not have a clue about Klaus and Hayley's spawn. "Okay," Stefan added awkwardly to fill the silence. "Why do you need us to go bring your daughter?"
"I don't trust anybody else." Klaus said, though his comment was directed towards Caroline.
"You should leave now," Elijah said, "If you want to make the flight. Miss Forbes, is there anything you would like to be brought with you? I shall make arrangements."
Caroline wanted to snap at his patronizing chivalry but only responded with, "Some B+ would be great."
Elijah nodded and left immediately, leaving Stefan, Caroline and Klaus in an awkward silence. "Caroline," Klaus began, "we should talk."
Caroline looked at him, she was still very angry. She felt an arm touch hers'. It was Stefan. He was silently asking her whether he should leave or stay. When Caroline nodded her assent, Stefan excused himself to wait outside.
"Thank you," Klaus said, though any traces of emotion or movement were entirely absent from Caroline's face.
"Why?" She asked in a deadpanned voice.
"For taking up this task. I trust no one but you with this." Klaus moved towards her but stopped a few feet away from her.
"I'm doing it for Bonnie and Damon," She didn't look at him. Before Klaus could say anything more Caroline said, "I think I should go. I'll see you in a while."
"Caroline, take care of yourself," Klaus called out, but she had already left.
"Caroline, are you alright?" Stefan asked, for what seemed like the hundredth time They were in their flight, which was due to land in another six hours. At least they were in first class, Stefan mused.
"Yes, Stefan I am alright," Caroline said tersely and sipped at her blood packet, handing him one too. She immediately sucked hers dry and closed her eyes pretending to sleep. "Stop annoying me or I'll throw you off the plane," she added. Stefan sighed but conceded to her.
Stefan thought back to the events that had unfolded in the past day-or was it two now? Stefan couldn't tell. He bit back another sigh, lest Caroline catch on to his melancholy. It was only a month ago that he had been able to carve a new life out for himself. But now he was plunged into chaos again. But he wasn't that desolate or afraid anymore. For he had Caroline. His heart warmed at the thought and he reached to take her hand in hers'. His action made Caroline open her eyes to scrutinize him for a second before tightening her hold on his hand. They were at least in this together and Stefan felt more confident about things because of it.
Saving Damon and Bonnie would have been something he could have never been able to do on his own. Stefan was thankful to and for Caroline. Thankful that she sought him out, thankful that she never gave up on him even when he had given up on himself. He was suddenly reminded of her distraught expression at the Mikaelson mansion. His own shock was unparalleled upon finding about Klaus not only having a daughter but just the ability to create one.
When Stefan had stepped out to allow Klaus and Caroline to talk things over, he was surprised and proud at how calm Caroline was when she came out. Before he had been able to ask anything, she had immediately asked her to call Elena up and meet her at the Krakow airport.
"Do you think it's a wise idea?" Stefan had asked, unsure.
"Yes. The more of us, the better. Plus, it'll stop her from harassing Agnes." When Stefan raised an eyebrow in inquiry, Caroline only sighed and said, "I got a text" for an explanation.
Stefan wondered why Caroline had been so upset upon the discovery of Klaus' daughter. Sure it was a preposterous and inconceivable thought, but he couldn't understand the magnitude of Caroline's grief. When he felt Caroline's cheek press against his shoulder, all thoughts about Klaus and her dissipated from his mind and Stefan felt himself drift into a slumber.
Xxxx
"They're asking us to go to Warsaw, Poland," Elena said, already moving for the truck, leaving a dumbfounded Matt behind.
"Warsaw? We can't-you're kidding," Matt said, incredulously and he hoped she was because there was no way in hell he'd be able to afford their fancy excursions. Had they forgotten that while they had their parents' and aunts' and supernatural abilities to depend on for financial support, he only had himself? And that wasn't enough. Being busboy did not allow him to save up enough to randomly go on international tours.
"Leaving already?" Agnes, the witch whose house they had overstayed beyond necessity or propriety, sarcastically remarked.
"Yes, we are. Thank you for all your help, Agnes," Elena said, ignoring the sarcasm. She didn't care about the woman. She didn't care about anything but getting Damon outside of that hellhole. And Bonnie, she reminded herself feeling a little guilty.
"Elena, wait, what did Stefan say exactly?" Matt asked a frantic Elena who was busily packing all of his things and taking it to his truck.
"He didn't say much. He just asked us to reach Warsaw and that's what we're going to do Matt. I need you to trust me on this. We'll be fine," Elena cracked a smile at Matt which only made him more uneasy.
He took out his phone and dialled Stefan's number. He answered on the third ring. "Stefan," Matt breathed, relieved, "Elena's saying you've asked us to meet you at Warsaw…?" he tried really hard to not make it seem like a question, like he had not been entirely convinced by Elena, who was no doubt listening in to his conversation.
When Stefan let out a confident "yes" it was both a relief and a cause for panic for Matt. "Really?" he asked, confused. "Why? And—and why didn't you call me?"
"I did, several times but I couldn't get through for some reason."
Matt knew the reason why. He had been leaving those soppy messages to Rebekah again. He knew he had to stop. It was unhealthy.
"And-I think it's best if you came here. I don't think it's good to speak about this over the phone," Stefan continued.
"O—Okay," Matt muttered, confused. Something must really be up. "How is Caroline? Is she alright?"
"Yes, she is," Stefan said. "She's not here at the moment. We'll meet you there, Matt."
"Yeah, alright. See you," Matt hung up. He felt awkward amongst his own friends, he realized. He felt too human. He sighed.
There were things to be done. Money to be spent. Warsaw to be travelled to.
"Hayley, open up I need to speak to you about something," Elijah said, knocking on her trailer. He couldn't understand how she could bear to live in such a thing. A tin box. After experiencing life in a mansion such as theirs. It was preposterous. Beneath them, even. But Elijah wisely kept his mouth shut and his thoughts concealed as he knocked on Hayley's door.
"I don't want to speak to you about anything, Elijah," he heard her call out.
"It's about Hope," Elijah said and soon the trailer door was thrown open and Hayley stood at the doorway, her face clouded with worry.
"What about Hope?" she asked, searching his face for answers.
"Don't worry, she is unharmed," Elijah noticed how Hayley relaxed only for a fraction of a second before tensing up, as if bracing herself for worse news. "But, Rebekah did call and say that the crows, traditionally Mother's—Esther's weapons, were making rounds about the area she had inhabited. So she's returning with Hope to New Orleans."
"What? Crows? I don't get it? What the hell kind of a family is this?"
"Yes, but we're not sure if Mikael is operating them and how. But there's no cause for worry, we're managing it as I said"
"And what? She's coming? Alone? I should go—or I should send someone—"
"Arrangements have already made. You don't need to worry about anything" Elijah said placing a comforting arm on her shoulder. But his words seemed to have an opposite effect on her, for she recoiled and snapped, "what do you mean arrangements have been made? How long ago did Rebekah tell you of this and what—what arrangements have you made?"
"Well Klaus and I decided that it would be best that the three of us remain here to provide a united front against Mikael and Esther, while a trustworthy group escorts Rebekah back home."
"Trustworthy group? Who the hell is that? And Klaus and you decided? Since when do both of you make decisions and that too without informing me? About my own child?" Hayley clenched her hands into fists and got into her car. "I can't believe this. A trustworthy group? Is this a joke? And I'm hearing about this now?"
"Hayley," Elijah urged, getting into the car beside her, a motion not appreciated by Hayley who indicated it through her glower, "there's nothing to worry. We needed to act fast so we did. It's for the best."
"Don't tell me what's best for my child. If you had time to discuss amongst yourselves what the best plan was, I'm sure you could have found the time to fill me in," Hayley could feel anger burn through her body. Her baby was in danger and it seemed like she was the last to hear about it. "And I can't believe Klaus sent his stupid hybrids as protection for our child? What if they turn against us? Did he even think this—"
"It's not hybrids, he sent," Elijah interrupted, and Hayley did not miss the sudden quietness in his voice. The guilt.
"Who is it Elijah?" Hayley asked, a sudden ominous feeling creeping upon her.
"Caroline Forbes and her friends."
Hayley stopped the car with a screech. She glared at Elijah. "Is this a joke?"
"I'm afraid not. But it was the only-"
"Get out. Now." Hayley hissed, baring her teeth.
"Hayley, you must understand-"
"Now."
This time Elijah did not test her patience but did she bid. He watched as Hayley turned the car and made her way to what seemed back to the Bayou. He took out his phone and dialled Klaus.
"We have a situation."
"What is it now?"
"Hayley didn't take lightly to the fact that you sent the Mystic Falls gang to Warsaw."
"We'll speak about it when you get home."
"There's no getting home, Niklaus."
"What does that mean?"
Elijah sighed. "That means she left."
"Where?"
"I don't know. But I can guess."
Author's Note: First of all, HAPPY NEW YEAR! I am so sorry for the lack of updates but 2016 was a terrible year for me. Personally and professionally. I was busy and completely out of inspiration. Well, fret not for I am back now! I'm sorry for this chapter. But it was like a much needed one, I thought I'll update something because it's been so long.
Second, the next chapter will finally have all the Mystic Falls peeps meeting and hopefully more KLAROLINE! YAY!