Caroline tapped her foot nervously against the first class cabin floor. It was her first time flying and she was nervous it didn't help that Katherine kept sending her death glares from the seat next to her. Apparently the vampire mastermind had forgotten to bring a blood bag with her and she was a little testy. Caroline was just grateful none of the other passengers were on the receiving end of that testiness.
With a sigh, she fell back against her seat and closed her eyes. As sleep began to overtake her she felt like she was engaging in a battle. It was like there was a SWAT team trying to force their way into her subconscious. Oddly enough, though that wasn't the weirdest thing happening to her she kept seeing little snippets of things that didn't make sense. She heard an anguished scream and saw what looked like a young boy being placed on the ground. But they were just fragments of a larger story, one she couldn't even begin to fathom the magnitude of.
"Caroline, Caroline." Katherine said while shaking the young werewolf. "Caroline." She tried again. "Caroline!" The vampire all but screamed before slapping the werewolf across the face. She sprang up in her seat, her eyes flashing with specks of gold briefly while she growled predatorliy. Katherine wasn't fazed she just smirked and said, "welcome to Paris."
Klaus' eyes snapped open "why didn't it work?" He demanded. "The Bennett witch casted a strong cloaking spell I was barely even able to sense that the girl was asleep, let alone try to break it in one fell swoop." His witch defended. "Well, find a way to break it, and soon or you'll have outlived your usefulness." The witch, Amanda swallowed "I can try, but I wasn't only fighting against the spell." She said trying to sound confident. "What do you mean?" "I was fighting against the girl herself. I mean that chick has some serious fight in her." He smirked and an odd feeling of pride went through him. "Well you just worry about the spell, I'll deal with the girl." He said before flashing away.
Klaus was back in his partially renovated mansion with in seconds and he was on his way to his room, and, of course, he was interrupted. "You are unbelievable " Rebekah said disapprovingly. "What is it now, Bekah?" He groaned. "We're together as a family for the first time in over 900 years, and you run off every five minutes." He sighed, "what I do is my business, not yours." "Well then, perhaps, you might make this family your business." "What is it you really want, Bekah?"
Her eyes lit up "I want to throw a ball." "A ball?" "Yes, to celebrate our reunion, and to remind everyone in this town where the power really lies." Klaus blinked, did his little sister actually come up with a good idea? "Ok, fine have your little dance, just don't expect me to help." "Thank you, Nik!" She said before excitedly running off.
He finally made it up to his room but it wasn't long before he was interrupted again. "Brother, may I speak with you for a moment?" Klaus sighed and placed his sketch book on his night stand "why not? What's on your mind, Elijah?" "I'm worried about Finn, he seems depressed." "Finn'salways depressed, it's practically his default setting." "Perhaps, but this seems different." "Well, what do you want me to do about it, Elijah? I'm not a bloody psychiatrist." Elijah seemingly inspired with a brilliant plan suddenly flashed away.
"I don't get it," Caroline said while following Katherine to their hotel room, "if New York is an obvious choice for a teenage girl to run away to, what's Paris?" "It took an eight hour flight for you ask me what we're doing here. Come on, care bear I thought you were smarter than that." Caroline wanted to rip her head off. "Ok, then why are we here?"
Katherine smirked as she opened the door to their suite "three reasons: One it's so obvious Klaus won't think to look here until it's too late and I've taken precautions if he does decide to look. Two, the French werewolf population is staggeringly low, so you'll be able to blend in better." "And what's the third reason?" Caroline asked impatiently. Katherine smiled easily "the shoes."
Caroline was about to retort when she noticed their hotel room- scratch that, their penthouse suite, for the first time. It was at least five times bigger than anything she'd stayed in with Klaus and Stefan, it had large windows with an excellent view of the city. She began to feel nostalgic for the days when she'd never go outside the south, much less the continent. Of course she never thought she'd be running from a sociopathic hybrid either but that's life.
"Rest up," Katherine said yanking her from her thoughts, "we have somewhere to go later and I want you to look presentable." Caroline was about to tear her head off when she caught her reflection in the mirror. Katherine was right, she looked awful. She took a shower and then found a comfy bed to lie down in.
When she fell asleep, there were no armies, and there was no blinding pressure, in fact it was sort of soothing. She was standing in a room she didn't recognize, it was dark, but she could tell it was a bedroom. "Caroline, Caroline." A distant voice called. "Do you miss me? I miss you." The same voice said quietly. Caroline knew that voice she'd heard it before but she couldn't think of who it belonged to. "Why won't you let me in, sweetheart? I'd love to see you." Just as she was about to respond she was jarred back into reality. "Come on, it's time to go."
Klaus opened his eyes it worked, he thought incredulously, I can't believe it worked. He was finally able to enter Caroline's head. Well, not completely she still had too many barriers up for that, but he was able to reach the fringes of her mind. In short, he was at the front porch, she just had to invite him in. Granted, the cloaking spell was still up but it wouldn't matter if he got inside her mind, she could just tell him where she was at that point.
"Brother," Elijah said standing in his doorway, "the ball's starting." Klaus made his way downstairs and was actually impressed with what he saw, Rebekah did a good job throwing it all together. He watched the doppelganger walk in with a Salvatore on each arm and smirked to himself some things never change.
Elena was walking to the bathroom, when she was suddenly pinned to a wall. "Rebekah." She said shocked. "Surprised? You drove a dagger through my back, Elena. It hurt." "I'm sorr-" "Save it. You're the key to making Nik's hybrids, so I can't kill you but know this if you come after my brothers, any of them I will rip you apart." Rebekah hissed, her threat accented with her fangs poking out of her gums. She let Elena go, the young girl cowered away from the vicious vampire.
"Sister, I'm touched." Kol said coming out from around the corner. Rebekah gasped shocked that she heard him. "Although," He continued, "I wouldn't have cornered in a secluded hallway, no I would've tossed her over the staircase, made a spectical of it." Rebekah scoffed "don't you have locals to torture or something?" Kol spotted Matt Donovan and smirked "yes, I believe I do." He walked up to Matt "we haven't officially met, Kol Mikaelson." He extended his hand "Matt Donovan." As Kol began to shake the quarterback's hand, he also started to crush it. "Easy on the hand, guy's a quarterback." Damon Salvatore said coming up behind him. Kol ignored him.
Damon quickly grabbed an empty champagne bottle and smashed it against the original's head. Kol turned around rapidly eyes red, fangs out. He charged toward the younger vampire, who was ready for him and managed to throw him off a balcony.
When you visit Paris for the first time you expect to see the Eiffel tower, the Arc de Triumph, or the Louvre museum. What you don't expect to see is a run down old shack (calling it a house would be too generous). "Why are we here?" Caroline all but demanded. "To see an old friend of mine." Katherine said pulling her towards the shack.
The inside was almost as bad as the outside: it was dark, save for a few candles placed sparsely around the room, the was a round table in the middle of the room with a crystal ball in the center of it, there were also decorative drapes hanging from the ceiling. But the creepiest thing had to be the little old lady sitting at the table just staring at them.
Katherine guided her to the woman "Caroline, this is Donka. Donka, this is Caroline." She said making introductions. "Hello." Donka greeted with a thick eastern European accent. "Hello." Caroline said nervously. "Donka's a fortune teller." Katherine supplied. "Seriously? Come on, that stuff's a hoax." Caroline said trying to contain her laughter. "Really," Katherine challenged, "so, you believe in vampires, witches, werewolves, doppelgangers, and even hybrids. But not fortune tellers, that's too much of a stretch for you?" Caroline stayed silent the vampire had a point.
"Come." Donka said gesturing to the chair across from her. Caroline sighed and sat down what could it hurt? Donka took her hand and turned her palm upward. She looked at her palm studiously for a few moments. "You have a very deep love line but it's split, one half is completely tangled with your intelligence line." "What does that mean?" "You will have a great love but it cannot be defined in logic, when it comes to this love you must listen to your heart not your head or all will be lost."" Umm, ok then." Caroline said while getting up and walking out of the tiny shack, utterly convincing this woman was a fraud, she was on the run from a psychopathic hybrid, who could she possibly fall in love with?
Katherine waited until Caroline was outside before she began to speak. "Well, could you tell? Is it her?" She asked impatiently. "I could not tell for certain." "Well then, you're not living up to your name, are you?" "Katerina, even if this girl is who you think, there are forces you cannot possibly imagine at play here. You should let it be." Katherine shrugged, "that's not really my style."
Damon set the remnants of the champagne bottle on the table "is it enough?" Bonnie looked carefully at the shards of glass, more specifically the blood on them. "To preform the spell? I think so." Damon lit up "so let me make sure I got this, you use the blood for the spell to link the originals?" "Yes, then if we kill one original-" "we kill them all."
AN: Dun. Dun. Dun. So, what'd you guys think? Sorry for the late update I was having technical difficulties. I want to thank all of you for getting the little wolf to over one hundred reviews, it means alot. Do you think Klaus was too creepy in the dream I mean I tried to make him sound inviting and tempting but it just kept coming off creepy. But then again it's Klaus and he's trying to break into her subconscious so there might've been an inherent creep factor in this. And in case any of you are wondering Donka means invaluable. See you next chapter.