With things not progressing Klaus's way, he heads out on a mini-mission.
Animate
Klaus is sliding on his jacket when he hears Rebekah drive up. Moments later, she's indoors.
"Sister."
The dullness laced in Klaus's greeting is not lost on Rebekah. "Brother," she responds with equal detachment. She catches his attire and sees he's not dressed to stay in tonight. Curiously, Rebekah asks, "Where are you going?"
"Out," Klaus sharply replies as he turns to walk away.
"We're in a small town, and it's far too late," Rebekah says, all while still trying to sound disinterested. "I think you're definitely up to no good."
Out of Rebekah's line of vision, Klaus rolls his eyes. "You do have a knack for knowing when I'm not in the mood for your banter," he says as he walks out the door.
Rebekah, feeling a bit sour, pours herself a drink.
Caroline isn't quite sure if what she actually does can be called "sleeping". Her vampire sleep feels transitory, almost like time is irrelevant. The degree of wakefulness she experiences is limited to black or white. There's no yawning, no stretching, and no hitting the snooze; she's up, or she's out. Caroline imagines she looks like Nosferatu rising from his coffin. Umm, random. Why did that pop up in my mind? Then she remembers the vampire movie binge she went on after Damon turned her. Either way, when she rises from her bed, Caroline sits straight up and is ready for the day. You know, maybe it's not a vampire thing, and I just have good posture from cheerleading. I just notice the subtle things about me I never noticed these days. Either way, she knows waking up without any type of grogginess is disturbing and robotic, even. Some might say not human. She's not sure if all vampires experience this or if it's just her. It's not like I've ever woken up next to a Salvatore or Klaus and grilled them about waking up. Caroline momentarily checks herself. And when I thought "a Salvatore or Klaus", I meant to think "a Salvatore, period". End sentence.
Caroline dismisses her errant thoughts. She doesn't need this sleep, but appreciates the rest when she gets it. And, as it is, Caroline hasn't slept in 48 hours. She's finally at home and rolls into bed. Caroline can feel the warm and cool spots of her sheets as she slides underneath the covers. She lies on her back, melting into the mattress. A few moments later, she's out.
Caroline is standing in a room. Dimly lit by torches, she can barely make out a hallway directly in front of her. She looks around and sees no other exits. Touching the walls, Caroline finds out they are made of stone. Is she in a cave? A prison? She walks towards the hallway to leave when she sees a shadowy figure walking towards her.
"Who is it?" Caroline asks.
No response.
Caroline squints and sees the outline of a familiar figure. The way he's walking, Caroline knows the silhouette.
"Tyler?"
He walks into the room while Caroline recedes back into the space. His face finally catches the full light of the torches. She notices it is Tyler. A little more relaxed, Caroline now notices Tyler is not wearing a shirt or any shoes. She smiles and walks toward him. "I've missed you so much," Caroline says as she wraps her arms around Tyler and nuzzles her face into his neck.
Tyler is unresponsive. Caroline slowly pulls away. "Tyler?" She grabs his face with both her hands and looks him straight in the eyes. "Talk to me!" As her eyes catch his, he blinks and his brown eyes instantly turn into the tell-tale yellow. She feels his hair start to grow around the edges of his hairline underneath her fingertips. Yanking her hands away, she tries to calm herself. "Tyler, you need to control this. I know you can do it."
He angles his head to the side, as if trying to listen. He suddenly recoils and then, just as quickly, returns his fiery stare to Caroline. Finally, he speaks. "Caroline."
Caroline releases the breath she was holding onto.
Tyler continues, "I wouldn't try to run, because I'll catch you." And with that statement, he looks up at the ceiling and lets out a painful yell. Caroline, stunned, stumbles back to the wall and slides down as she loses the strength in her legs. Tyler withdraws back into the hallway and falls into a convulsing pile. Caroline scrambles from her position and tries to slide into the furthest corner away from Tyler. She sees fur starting to push through the skin on his arms; his back is sporadically undulating while the change is taking place. Caroline knows she must get away.
Finding the power in her legs, she stands up and traces the wall with her hands, trying to find a soft spot or a secret door that can lead her away from certain doom. Nothing! She cries in frustration as she pounds the wall with her fists. With Tyler forming into a werewolf and blocking her only exit, Caroline has no choice. She turns around, runs toward this shifting creature and hurdles over him, escaping into the dark abyss of the hallway.