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Chapter 5: Finders, Keepers

Banging on the reinforced door, Caroline growled under her breath. She had screwed up. She had screwed up really, really badly. What was wrong with Rebekah and would she come back and kill Caroline just for fun? Would anyone help her? Would Marcel find out what happened to her and leave here or, worse yet, punish her for letting Rebekah out? Kicking the door, again, Caroline sighed. She may never leave this cellar.

Just as she turned to walk away from the cellar door, it opened, revealing a face that made her want to scream. Bonnie stood in front of the door. "Hi, Caroline," she greeted her friend, or used to be friend.

"Bonnie," Caroline replied, feeling her body instinctively tense up. If Bonnie wanted a fight, they would fight but it wouldn't be as one sided as the last time.

"She's here," Stefan whispered, his back pressed to a wall of a church in Rome. They thought they were one step ahead of the huntress. However, it looked like Bonnie had found them anyway. Damn her new supernatural talents.

Caroline looked at Alaric who stood beside her, armed with a tranq gun. The objective was to knock her out, not to kill her. Bonnie was still in there somewhere and there was no way that Caroline would kill her or say that it was okay to kill her. No, they would fight. But no one had to die. Not yet, and, hopefully, not ever.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are, Caroline. I can feel you. I know you're there, and Stefan, too. I'm going to kill you and make him watch. Then, I'm going to kill him, slowly. After that, who knows, maybe I'll go down to New Orleans and check up on Klaus. Bet he'd like in on this action. And after I tell him how I hunted you down and killed you in the streets, like the animal you really are, oh, will he be pissed. Now, that will be a great fight," Bonnie taunted Caroline.

Caroline couldn't stop herself, she came around the corner faster than Stefan or Alaric could move, throwing them off their game. "You stay away from him!" Caroline snarled, whipped out a pair of manacles and strode toward Bonnie.

"Ooo… scary. Are you going to chain me up like we do with everyone else who goes cray in our little group, Caroline?" Bonnie asked, holding on to her weapon of choice, a carved stake. "'Cause that always works out so well. Oh, wait, no, no, someone usually gets killed, or almost killed because the plan is almost always a disaster. And, you, Care, you've never been the smart one in the group, so don't strain yourself thinking you're going to defeat me."

Caroline's jaw set while her friend insulted her. It had been the same way with Elena when she flipped her switch, saying anything to get a rise out of Caroline. And when Caroline had flipped hers, she did, and said anything to hurt everyone she loved. Maybe humans had an off switch, too. If she could just get to Bonnie's human side. "Bonnie, what would Jeremy say if he saw you like this? Huh?"

Bonnie scoffed. "Jeremy? You think he'd care if I killed some vamps? He'd probably pat me on the back and tell me 'Good job, Bon.'" Bonnie let out a mirthless laugh, her eyes glittering with malicious intent.

"You helped him remember to control himself so he wouldn't kill his sister, Elena, remember Elena? She was a vampire, just like me, and you loved her like a sister. You love me like a sister. We're family, Bonnie, you wouldn't hurt me before you were given this new life, you won't hurt me now. Let me go back to my girls, Bonnie. Please." Caroline studied Bonnie's face, taking a slow, cautious step toward her friend who stepped closer to her.

"You're right, Caroline. You are my sister. And I do love you like you're my family." Bonnie nodded, moving closer to Caroline, opening her arms for a hug, her eyes shining with happy tears.

Caroline nodded, feeling herself smiling in return. She didn't think it would work. That that speech would be enough but maybe she had hit a nerve. "I missed you so much," Caroline cried when she wrapped her arms around her friend.

"I missed you, too, Caroline," Bonnie replied. "And one day you will thank me for releasing you from this monstrous existence that Katherine forced on you."

"Get away from her!" Stefan shouted and Caroline felt herself being spun around so that her body now faced Stefan whose eyes were wide with fear while Bonnie placed the stake over her ponding heart.

"Bonnie, no, please, don't do this!" Caroline screamed at her best friend.

"I have to, Care, it's the only way," Bonnie replied and Caroline shook her head in disbelief while Bonnie started to shove the stake through her chest.

"Stop! Now!" Alaric yelled, appearing from behind Stefan and shooting a dart at Bonnie who looked down at the dart, sticking out of her arm.

"That hurt, Ric," Bonnie growled, yanking the dart out with two fingers before she fell to the ground when Stefan came running at them, sending Caroline and Bonnie tumbling to the pavement. Caroline rolled away as Bonnie and Stefan jumped to their feet. Bonnie yanked out a gun and shot Stefan in the chest.

"Wooden bullets," Stefan gasped, sinking to his knees. Caroline shot to her feet, running to Stefan when Bonnie came striding forward and shot Stefan again in the chest.

"No!" Caroline screamed, slamming into Bonnie, causing them to roll. She moved away from Bonnie, crouching, waiting for Bonnie to make a move. Bonnie sat up, looking slightly dazed as the tranq dart's contents began to take effect. She lifted the gun to shoot at Caroline who moved out of the way easily. "Sorry, Bon. Looks like you'll have to kill me another day," she said with a triumphant grin when she hear a grunt and turned to see Alaric holding his chest. And then everything happened so rapidly that she lost track of the preceding days. All she knew was that she did not ever want to see her friend again.

"Caroline?" Bonnie said, quietly, her eyes holding a sadness that they never held before. The guilt that Caroline hoped that Bonnie carried with her was apparent but Caroline could not stop herself from wishing that she would just disappear. "Are you… Are you okay?" Bonnie asked her.

"Of course she's okay," Damon quipped, stepping into view. "Look at her. She probably met up with Klaus and now she's better than okay. Right?" The older vampire smirked at Caroline who felt shocked to see him standing there.

"What? How? How are you even here?" Caroline asked Damon who shrugged.

"Flipped my switch again, 'cause life is a downer when your bestie is trying to kill you and your other bestie runs off somewhere and your brother is licking his wounds after a certain blonde breaks his heart," Damon pointed at Caroline. "But then I got a little surprise when I was down in Brazil munching on some tourists. Any guesses as to what that might be?" he inquired with a wide smile.

Caroline felt confused when someone appeared from around a corner. "Elena!" she yelled. "Oh, my God! You're back!"

"I'm back," the brunette said with a laugh.

"But what are you doing here? In New Orleans. This is like the last place on earth that you should be with Klaus here," Caroline whispered. She didn't want to tell her friends that Klaus was gone and she did not know why. It just didn't feel like the right time.

"It's okay. No one can sense my presence. Valerie spelled me before we got here," Elena explained, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Really? Valerie?" Caroline folded her arms over her chest.

"Yeah. She got a weird message through the witchy woo-woo hotline from our old not-a-pal, Hayley, who said you were down a well and needed back-up ASAP. Next thing we know, Valerie's on our doorstep with two little people in tow, telling Stefan she thought something happened to you, and here we are." Damon explained with a smug smirk in place. "So where is Papa Hybrid anyway? I want to ask him what is up with not having him jumping off a rooftop and threatening to kill me with one of those little umbrellas you put in a drink? That's the kind of greeting I expect from his royal pain in the ass."

"He's preoccupied at the moment. Rebekah's gone a little loopier than usual and Kol's back and there are a lot of enemies, all over the place. You know, you should probably get back to Mystic Falls. Stefan's probably overwhelmed with my girls. And I told Valerie I would be back soon but Elena's so good with kids so it wouldn't be a big deal if you guys helped out and thank you so much. It's been great seeing you. You know, I bet there is a plane leaving right now." Caroline looked down at her cell which was working again.

Damon traded looks with Bonnie and Elena. "What's your rush, Blondie? Want Klaus' attention all to yourself?" he asked with a chuckle.

Rolling her eyes, Caroline placed her hands on her hips. "Look, Damon, this is not a joke. You and Elena need to go. Like yesterday."

"Caroline, is there something wrong. We can help," Elena told her, placing a hand on her arm.

Caroline forced a cheerful laugh. "Are you kidding? Klaus has got me sipping champagne for breakfast and we're partying most of the time when we're not trying to track down Rebekah and Kol's actually not so bad once you get to know him. Now, don't worry about me. I'm fine. Go. Be happy. Don't get married or go taking the cure and making babies without telling me first though. I want to help plan the wedding." Hugging Elena and Damon, she waved them off, expecting Bonnie to go with them.

"Bonnie?" Elena called when they reached the gate, where, thankfully, no one else stood, waiting for them.

"I'm staying in case Care and Klaus need help with Rebekah. It's the least I can do," Bonnie told Elena who traded a long look with Damon who frowned, folding his arms over his chest.

"We're fine. Thanks for the offer," Caroline snapped, giving Bonnie a much lighter shove toward the gate than she wanted to.

"No. I'm staying, Caroline. We've got stuff to work out." Bonnie shook her head, refusing to budge an inch while Caroline's eyes narrowed.

Damon opened his mouth to protest when Elena grabbed him by the arm. "They need time," Elena whispered, looking at her two friends and then at her boyfriend. Damon continued to frown but relented, hugging Bonnie good-bye. "Don't kill each other," Elena ordered them.

"We won't," Bonnie replied with a good-natured smile and then turned to Caroline when the others were gone. "Caroline?" she cried but Caroline had already jumped over the balcony and was on the way back to her room. She had no idea if Bonnie was a hunter, a witch, or something else, now, and she didn't really care. Plopping down on Klaus' bed, she held her head in her hands, feeling tears pooling in her eyes.

If Caroline were honest with herself she would admit that she felt angry with herself for Alaric's death because if she had not moved when she did, Bonnie would not have shot him. It was her fault, too. And although she did not love Ric like he deserved to be loved, she cared about him a great deal and would have made a good life with him and the girls. The dream had died when he did. Now, she was a widow and looking at Bonnie reminded her over and over again of every stupid mistake she had made to cause his death.

Staring at the wall across from her, Caroline felt the tears continue to run down her cheeks when she noticed that there was something off about the wall. The bricks looked newer, like someone had put them up, not that long ago, or not nearly as long ago as the rest of the walls. Caroline's thoughts were interrupted when she heard a cry from the courtyard. "Another dolly?" Aurora cried.

Groaning, Caroline raced to the balcony and peered over the side to see Aurora with her hand around Bonnie's throat. "Who in the hell are you?" Marcel demanded, watching Bonnie. "Did Vincent send you because I do not appreciate witches coming into my home and just walking around, sticking their noses into whatever they please."

"Wait! She's a friend of mine," Caroline called to Marcel, leaning over the balcony and watching his reaction. She hoped this did not come down to a fight.

"A friend of yours?" Marcel looked down at Bonnie who glared back up at him when Aurora dropped her to the ground. "What's she doing here? I thought you were here for Hope? So why would you need a witch to come to you?" Marcel folded his arms over his chest with a look that made Caroline feel trapped.

"Marcel!" one of the baby vampires who watched the gates came racing in. "There's trouble down by The Cauldron. Report of a psycho, blonde vamp, tearing through vampires and witches, demanding to speak with the king. She's going to piss Vincent off and he's going blame us!"

"Screw Vincent and I could give a damn less who the hell he blames. She's not one of my guys so he can deal with her however he wants to," Marcel snapped with a roll of his eyes.

"It's Rebekah Mikaelson, sir," another suit wearing vamp shouted, running into the compound. "She's out and killed two of my people!"

"Shit!" Marcel groaned before looking up at Caroline. His eyes narrowed. "You know anything about how Rebekah got out, Caroline?"

Caroline opened her mouth to answer when Bonnie spoke up. "She must have gotten sick of dealing with you in charge, and, you know Rebekah, she's got a will of her own."

Marcel sneered down at her. "What would you know about Rebekah?" he snapped at her.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Bonnie snapped back, getting to her feet. "And I'm not your dolly," she yelled at Aurora. "I am Reina Cruz's replacement. So if I were the two of you, I would not mess with me, king or not!" she snarled before grabbing Aurora and tossing her across the courtyard like she was a feather pillow. "Point made," she said before turning and walking up the steps to stand beside Caroline.

Marcel pointed at the two of them. "When I get back, you two have a lot to explain to me. And don't think that I don't have a few tricks up my own sleeve," he warned them. They watched him walk away while Aurora glared at Bonnie and then strode off.

"I have to say that I'm not thrilled that you're still a huntress, but I guess it's better to have you on my side," Caroline told Bonnie, avoiding eye contact.

Bonnie leaned against the balcony, looking around herself. "Yeah. I guess you're right. I wish I were still a witch, but, so far, we can't find a way to turn me back and I have a little too much time on my hands since Enzo went missing."

"I wonder where he ran off to," Caroline mused.

"I don't know," Bonnie replied. Caroline looked at Bonnie. She could tell that Bonnie felt miserable as she stood there, trying not to cry about her boyfriend.

"He'll show up. He probably just needed a break from all of the crazy," Caroline offered.

Turning to look back at Caroline, Bonnie's eyebrows rose. "Speaking of missing boyfriends, if Marcel is running this city, where is Klaus?" she asked, looking around.

"That's what I've been trying to find out since I got here," Caroline replied, feeling happy that they could actually talk like this.

"Really? You mean someone got the best of the mighty Niklaus Mikaelson after all of these years?" Bonnie grinned. "Sorry. But that's kind of funny. Also scary. Because if someone is powerful enough to pull that off, then what else can they do?" Her expression hardened and Caroline felt her stomach twist.

"Yeah," Caroline sighed. "I wonder if Rebekah's going to be okay. I found her in a coffin, in the cellar, and I think someone gave her a magic wammy because she's completely nuts."

Bonnie snorted. "And she was so very sane before." She shook her head and they began to laugh, thinking of all the things that Rebekah had done to them in the past. "That's a big no."

"Not even a little," Caroline shook her head. "Hey, you want to help me with a little mystery I have in my room?" she asked, stepping back inside the bedroom.

"Nice digs. So you're shacking up with the guy who might have killed your boyfriend?" Bonnie teased.

"Klaus is not my boyfriend," Caroline retorted automatically while Bonnie smirked back at her. It was unnerving how many Damon-isms Bonnie had adopted over the years. Closing the door, Caroline walked over to the mystery wall. "Does this look like it doesn't belong to you, or is it just me?" she asked, knocking on the wall, half-expecting to hear a response.

"It looks kinda new to me." Bonnie came over to the wall, looking from the bricks to the other walls. "But I don't know. What are we looking for here?" she asked, glancing at Caroline.

Frowning, Caroline walked over and pulled out the notes from her back pocket, handing them to Bonnie. She hadn't had the opportunity to burn them yet. "Whose this one from?" she asked, holding up the one with the warning on it.

"That's from Kol," Caroline said, absently, fingering one of the bricks.

"Really? Doesn't sound like the Kol Mikaelson I met. Crazy jackass," Bonnie muttered before handing Caroline the notes back. "So what do we do here? Take the wall down or leave it?"

"Take it down," Caroline replied, a little too quickly. She had already decided to do that before she had gone out to see Bonnie in trouble with the mistress and master of this prison.

"With what?" Bonnie asked. "And how will we cover up the noise from the 'ears'?"

"We'll have to be careful," Caroline replied. She pulled out her phone and turned on her favorite playlist, cranking the music as loud as she could, making her own ears ache. Looking around the room, she found nothing to break the wall with. "I will be back in a minute." Speeding through the house, she found a fire poker. She would prefer a large hammer but this would do. Speeding back upstairs, she looked at Bonnie. "You might want to back off."

When Bonnie moved far enough away and covered her ears, Caroline began to take her pent up rage out on the wall, bashing the bricks with all of her strength. Sending them flying and falling to the floor. Seeing what looked like a hand, she frantically banged at the wall, until an arm was revealed. Then a leg. Another arm. More body parts and then a face. Dropping the poker to the floor, Caroline began to rip the bricks out of place with her hands till she could see him. His face was grey. His eyes closed. "Klaus?" she cried. "Bonnie, help me!"

They freed Klaus from the wall and laid him on the bed. "What's wrong with him?" Bonnie asked Caroline who could only stare at him in horror, not seeing anything. No dagger. No sign of other injury.

"I don't know," Caroline cried, ripping into her wrist, she placed it to his mouth. "Klaus! Klaus, I'm here. You're safe. Wake up for me. Come on, Klaus. Please! Wake up! Klaus?"

Suddenly his eyelids shot open and his hand came down to his chest, Caroline saw his hand over his shirt. Ripping it open, she looked him in the eye while he pointed. She took a deep breath and shoved her hand through his flesh while Bonnie gasped and Klaus moaned in pain. Feeling something hard, she wrapped her hand around it and yanked it free. "There," she cried, looking at the curved blade, covered in her lover's blood.

"Ah. Thank you, Caroline," Klaus moaned. "Now, where is Marcellus so that I may return this to him," he asked her, sitting up and taking the blade from her with a look of intense rage.

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