I am so terribly sorry for such the long wait, so I hope this might make up for it. School just started and I was suffering from major writers block. But now I'm back on track. Lets just hope I stay on track.


Caroline woke up with a moan as her sight came back to her. She sat alone in a dark room tied to a chair with vervain rope. She had two stakes gashed into her hands and into the chair. A cloth dripping with vervain was in her mouth and tied at the back of her head. Her eyes widened with panic as she remembered what happened. Pulling at the ropes with all her might, she couldn't gather enough energy to break free. The room was dark and unfamiliar and there were shutters up at the top of a wall. Flashbacks of when her father did this to her came rushing into her mind, followed shortly by the flashbacks of when she was kidnapped by Alaric. Caroline looked to her hand and almost cried when she saw that her daylight ring was no longer on her finger. A door she didn't realize was there opened in front of her and out stepped three vampires, only one she recognized clearly.

"And the little vampire awakens," Marcel taunted with a smirk. A she was was a show to him, and when Klaus came to get her she was going to be a show for him. "Though, I don't know if you will be staying awake for too long. Maybe 'till your original boyfriend shows his face to save you."

Caroline's eyes narrowed at him. She was sending a clear message with her eyes, 'He will kill you before you have the chance'. She could only imagine the pleasure Klaus would have of getting to rid New Orleans of this pest for, not only, stealing his place as king but for kidnapping and torturing her. 'All for her,' she thought, 'He would do it all for her.'

"How is the vervain, doll face? Not strong enough you say? Well, let's fix that." Marcel grabbed the very large needle filled with vervain and strutted towards her. Caroline could feel the tears start to fill her eyes but she pushed them back as he came closer, she would not cry for this monster. He stuck the needle in the soft spot of her neck and injected the vervain while whispering in her ear, "Have a nice nap, Love."

Caroline felt dizzy as she her body started to slow down from the vervain. All thoughts that she had diminished as she grew weaker and weaker. The stuff couldn't kill her, but it could come close. Marcel's smirking face of victory was the last sight she saw as her eyes clouded over and everything was black.


Rebekah was fuming with anger as she watched her brother pace in front of the mantle. Her best friend was taken from them; their family. Stefan had come only hours before only to be told off by Niklaus for leaving his love by herself. Stefan sat next to Rebekah as he tried to remember any information that could help tell them where Caroline could be. Elijah was on the phone with Sophie, trying to get the witches help. Klaus . . . he was in distress.

His beloved Caroline was taken from right under her families noses. Taken by his old protege, she was in danger. Klaus was starting to loose his mind; she was only suppose to be gone for a week and now he didn't know how long she would be gone. He needed his queen by his side to rule, he needed her in his arms right then and there.

"This is ridiculous! Why can't we just go kill him now and force Caroline's location out of him?" Rebekah growled in frustration. They were loosing time by just sitting there, they needed their friend with them.

"And then what happens, Rebekah? His minions get to her first and kill her? He escapes and kills her when we get there?" Klaus snarled at her. His body turned to face her in lightning fast speed. His fangs had dropped and the blue of his eyes faded into gold, blood rushing to his eyes.

Rebekah jumped at the look, scared for her life. Her brother was ticking time bomb, anything could set him off by this point. She scowled slightly, "I want her back just as much as you do, Nik."

Elijah strolled, placing his phone in his pocket with a tight look on his face. This look . . . it was different then from the solemn look that he usually wore on his face. This was pained, like whatever he knew was going to hurt their chances of getting Caroline back. "They have started to keep a better eye on Sophie and the witches. They are the only reason Sophie hasn't been taken yet," he told them in a grave tone.

"So they can't do any magic," Stefan muttered through his teeth. Stefan thought for a moment, trying to think of anything that could help them, when a light bulb clicked in his head. He shifted his weight, pulling out his cellphone to make a call.

"This isn't the time to be making calls, Salvatore," Klaus growled at him as Stefan held the phone up to his ear.

Stefan held out his hand, motioning for him to be quiet until the dial tone ended and a deeper voice then he expected picked up, "Hello?"

Rebekah perked up at the sound of the man's voice. "Matt?" she questioned Stefan.

"Matt, I need you to put Jasmine on. It's an emergence," Stefan told him, the urgency in his voice filling the room quickly. The three originals stared at the Salvatore, wondering what he was doing.

"Alright, but just know she just woke up and is a bit tired," Matt told him.

"Hello?" Jasmine said into the phone.

"Jasmine, it's Stefan. I need you to do a spell to find Caroline, the witches down here aren't able to do the spell."

Jasmine sighed slightly, "Alright, but I need some of her hair or some blood. DNA."

"Get Matt to go to her house and see if he can get something that she might have used. If not, take some of her mom's blood. That would work right?" he exclaimed, trying to remember if using her mom's blood would work or not.

"That should work. It will take a few minuets, but I'll try to do it quickly and we'll call when I'm done. Do you want a city or an exact location?" she asked.

"Exact location, she's in New Orleans," Stefan told her, glancing at Klaus who nodded his head.

"Alright, I'll call back in a few," Jasmine told him before hanging up the phone.

"Whose Jasmine?" Elijah asked, curiosity gnawing at him. She sounded young, fifteen or sixteen, and tired.

"That's the girl who did the spell on Caroline. The girl's almost as strong as Bonnie was," Stefan told him with a small smile, the memory of his old friend popping up in his mind. He shook his head slightly at the through; it wasn't the time to remembering Bonnie, it was time for trying to save Caroline.

"She sounds good," Elijah muttered to himself, momentarily forgetting who was in the room with him. Witches always fascinated him; the power they held, the confidence within them. Him and Kol would go and see a witch in their village when they were human, watching her use magic in secret. One of the few times he acted out of place. He was snapped out of his thoughts by Klaus' growling.

"Now isn't the time to be thinking about the witch, brother," Rebekah muttered to him. He looked at the others, a shocked look crossing his face for a moment but was covered with his stern, bland look from before.

The silence that covered them was ceased by the ringing of Stefan's cell phone in his pocket. All eyes were on him as he grabbed the phone and held it up to his ear, not bothering to glance at the I.D. "Hello?" he asked quickly.

"It's me," Jasmine said in a slightly tired voice, "I found her. She's in a old abandoned warehouse down near the pier. Warehouse 5."

Klaus was out the door milliseconds after she stopped talking, not bothering to take his car for he feared he would be too slow. He ran in inhuman speed, Rebekah, Elijah, and Stefan following close behind him. By the time he reached the warehouse, his rage taken control. He pushed the doors off his hinges, his face starting to turn from a light shade of pink to a dark shade of red as his eyes were somewhere between their blue color and a deep gold. The others joined him as Klaus grabbed a young vampire by his neck and slamming him into the cement wall.

"Where is she?" he snarled. The vampire stiffened in his hold but didn't say a word. Klaus' eyes were now a deep gold, his hybrid fangs at full length and his sharp nails digging into the mans neck. Blood rolled down his neck and onto Klaus' hand. Klaus could feel the bones in his hand start to snap and he knew the vampire could hear them nice and clear. "WHERE IS SHE?!"

"Moving . . ."

That was all it took for Klaus to finally loose it. In a flash, Klaus' hand was gripping his heart and it was out of the vampire's chest. Dead. The bones in his hand started to heal as he dropped the heart on the ground. Stefan, Elijah, and Rebekah could be heard slamming people into walls, snapping necks, ripping hearts out but Klaus didn't really notice. He was too busy smelling the air around him, trying to catch her scent.

He got it. Caroline's perfume.

The smell was faint, but it was something. She had only been moved within a few hours. He could find her. Disregarding the calls of his siblings and the young Salvatore, Klaus followed the scent. He hopped it would lead him to her, hopping this wasn't a trick set up by Marcel to lead him away from the scene. No, he had a feeling this was were he needed to go. This was the path to her, he just knew it.

Soon enough, she would be in his arms. And she would be begging him to never let her go.


Caroline watched as vampires sat around her, watching and observing, as Marcel sat in front of her. Her mouth wasn't tied anymore, thank gosh, but the vervain pumping through her system was enough to put her to sleep. Plus, add the fact that she hasn't feed in what felt like days had put her into intense pain and hunger. Klaus needed to find her fast, she thought, or I might not make it.

"How are you feeling, doll face?" Marcel asked with a sinister smirk crossing his facial features. She stared into his cold eyes with no expression on her face, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. His eyebrows scrunched together in mocked concern, "Oh, come on, doll. Say something. I took that rag off for that very purpose, if you won't talk I'll be forced to put it back on."

"You don't scare me," she told him quietly, this being the first time she used her voice in a few days. It sounded scratch in her ears, not like her normal voice. Caroline wouldn't have recognized it if she hadn't felt the words roll of her tongue.

Marcel raised an eyebrow at her, scotching his seat a little closer to her. "Oh really? And why is that, honey?" he asked her as some of the vampires watching chuckled under their breath. She was really getting tired of these nicknames.

"I've been tortured before, this isn't as bad as I've been through in the past. And your just a bully, scaring people into doing what you want. That doesn't get you anywhere in life," she told him, not really bothering to look him in the eyes to know he was listening to her.

"And what about dear Klaus? Isn't he a bully like me? Isn't that what he's doing?" Marcel asked her, leaning forward in his seat. Caroline knew if she looked up, their noses might be touching. That was far into Caroline's comfort room for people she didn't like. Only Klaus was allowed to enter this space. Him and only him.

Caroline took the chance and looked up at Marcel's face anyway. She was right, their noses were slightly brushing up against each other and if either of them moved slightly their lips would meet much to Caroline's discomfort. "Klaus is a bully trying to set things right," she said Marcel, her eyes never leaving his.

Marcel's eyes bounced around Caroline's face, slowly looking over her lips. He was almost silently asking for her permission to kiss her, but she knew he really wasn't in all reality. "I wonder what would happen if I kissed those soft lips of yours," he whispered, his eyes straying up to her blue eyes.

"He would kill you slower then you would ever imagine. You would be begging him to kill you," she snarled slightly at him. She wasn't going to show him fear, even if she was shaking on the inside. It terrified her to be this close to someone other then Klaus, to think that there lips would touch if one of them moved slightly.

"Maybe. But from what I've heard, it might be worth it," Marcel muttered to her. She felt her dead heart speed up and not in a good way. The panic finally reached her eyes, him seeing that he cracked her. He moved forward less then a centimeter when all she could do was shut her eyes so she wouldn't have to see his lips touch hers.

There was a loud smash and a gush of wind blowing in her face. She felt Marcel's presence leave her personal bubble, making her eyes flutter open much to the discomfort of the rest of her body. The vampires around her were standing in defense positions, ready to pounce on the intruder. Marcel was out of her sight, but she could feel him and the intruder behind her up against the back wall. She could hear Marcel moaning slightly and and the faint smell of blood was causing the veins under her eyes to pop. She could smell something, something she would recognize till the end of time. He was here. Klaus was here to save her.

Klaus growled, his eyes a rich gold and his fangs out as his nails dug into Marcel's chest. He heard everything, for the most part, and was not happy with his former protege. "You were saying, Mate?" One of his legendary smirks spread across his face.

"Finally, the hybrid has found us," Marcel grunted as the nails dug deeper into his chest, "It's about time."

"I should let you know, I'm not in the mood for sarcasm. So, explain to me why I shouldn't kill you?" Klaus questioned, imitating the way Marcel questioned all the witches that had used magic before they were killed.

"Well," Marcel started before they were cut off by the smash of the door reopening. Stefan, Elijah, and Rebekah flashed inside and started to snap necks and ripe hearts out of chests. Marcel watched in shock and hopeless as the twenty vampires that stood by him that night lost their lives or were rendered unconscious.

As the last two or three were about to meet their death, Klaus leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Times up." His hand reached into Marcel's chest, wrapping around his heart and squeezing it to send the pain through his body. In a quick movement, Klaus' hand clutched the heart of his old friend as Marcel's dead body dropped to the floor. Dead.

Elijah passed Klaus a cloth as he dropped the heart in his hand. Rebekah and Stefan quickly started moving bodies out of the building, cleaning up after the little fight scene. All three knew they could talk with Caroline after Klaus had his time with her, he needed to know if she was safe after all. Klaus nodded slightly to Elijah before his focus was transmitted to Caroline. She still sat in the chair, tied up in vervain ropes and stakes running through her hands. The vervain in her system was fading slightly, but she still felt it course through her. Elijah left the room, leaving the two alone.

Klaus hurried over in front of Caroline, kneeling down in front of her. Snapping the ropes around her wrists and ankles, he caught his breath when he looked at her hands. Looking into her tired eyes, she nodded slightly with a small smile. He looked back down at his work and, as genitally as he could, he quickly pulled out both stakes. He dropped them on the ground at his feet with one hand while the other caressed her cheek and brushed her blond hair out of her hair. She leaned into his cheek, her feelings overwhelming her as tears built up in her eyes. Klaus grabbed Caroline in his arms, standing her up from the chair and wrapping his arms around her waist. She cried silently on his shoulder.

"Never leave me alone again," Caroline whispered into the crook of his neck. His face was hidden by her blond hair that was covered in dirt and dried vervain. He sighed, nodding his head slightly.

"Of course."