Author's note: Hey guys, here's the outtake or alternative chapter 5 I promised. Just for clarity, in this version of the fic, Caroline is very confused and is holding far more tightly to conventions than the Caroline from TVD. Matt is not evil, he's just competition for Tyler and it is a very powerful pack of wolves who hate Tyler that are the ones to attack Caroline. I hope you enjoy and feel free to review.

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Doppelgangers, witches and werewolves. She was living in the freaking Twilight zone. And it definitely wasn't a place she wanted to be. Damon was… Stefan was… Elena was… And Bonnie, oh god. She was surrounded by…monsters. No, no she wasn't because this was a bad horrible dream or she was losing her mind because there was no way she had built her life around people who could hurt her, kill her in less time than it took to blink.

Bonnie was a witch and she couldn't lie seeing her light candles with her mind, control the wind and cripple Damon's sarcasm for a couple seconds was creepy as hell. Jeremy had arrived a few minutes later after they had dragged her kicking and screaming into a house she could barely remember to seat her on a seat she barely remembered. Clearly there was a hell of a lot she had forgotten.

Jeremy had shaken his head at their stupidity as he talked about the Gilberts and the founding families and the Petrova line. Hearing that he was actually a trained hunter with a magical protection ring had almost been the most surreal thing.

At least until the Salvatores came forward and explained 1864 and how they had been in love with the same vampire. A vampire with no remorse who had broken them both and turned them. A vampire who was now rotting away in the tomb she was originally supposed to be in. She heard how as both a Forbes and a Lockwood she had started the Alliance between Humans, Vampires and Werewolves. The town was well protected with patrols every night and that was something she had instituted as well. No one would talk about the werewolves but honestly Caroline barely noticed because vampires and witches was enough to keep her awake.

Some stories were gruesome, some were bloody and Mystic Falls seemed to be the epicenter of supernatural activity in the country and she seemed to have befriended all the resident…monsters. There were some theories on why every apocalyptic endeavor emerged from this small town though nothing was certain.

Listening to their tales she learned that Damon had been kidnapped and tortured by a pack of werewolves to the point of excruciation and that she had been the one to find him and instead of waiting for backup she had given him blood, enough to almost drain her so they could both make it out alive. Damon had refused to look her way but if their relationship had been anything like the past few weeks she could see why she would do that even though he had a colorful past.

Once the stories were finished she had looked at each of them in turn, wondering how she could miss it. If there was some tell-tale sign that all was not normal but in truth there was nothing. Damon was sipping on bourbon he had poured. Stefan looked as pensive as he ever had. Elena was wringing her fingers, a habit she had since middle school. Bonnie sported her 'stray-puppy-hurt' eyes as Caroline had dubbed them in high school. And Jeremy's emo look had turned into a sensitive masculine one. Everyone there looked normal, more than normal. But they weren't, she shivered as she remembered Damon's vampire face. It had nearly given her heart failure and she knew she had felt panic in his presence before. She just knew.

Caroline heard a voice calling her name. It was her husband and she was relieved that he was there finally. Maybe he could reassure her as he had in the past few weeks. Make her feel at ease with what she now knew, because the nervous fear in the pit of her stomach would not go away. But when she looked at him she felt even more confused. He looked as though he had a fight with a mud pie and lost. His eyes widened when he took in the scene quickly looking for her. When he saw her he looked relieved as if he had expected something to happen in his absence. And in truth something had. Something so unexpected had happened and there was no way she could explain it to him.

"What's happening?" he asked looking around at all the faces before coming to her side.

"Well, I had an eventful night. I was attacked in our garden and one of my vampire best friends saved me while my witchy best friend was out cold because she is almost full-term," She got out in a rush, "And Jeremy is apparently Van Helsing and I knew all of this prior to drowning and because of that I am now learning everything again." When she was panicked she talked.

"You were attacked?" he cried like that was the most important thing he had heard.

"And the fact that the least crazy thing that I said was the thing you latched onto leads me to believe that none of this is new to you. Great!"

Caroline walked away knowing she was acting like a child but not caring. In all the time that they had spent together over the past few days, how they had connected, barring that they were freaking married. He should have told her.

"Care…" he walked after her as she exited the room.

"What?"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

"About what? The supernaturals occupying my house or whatever secret you are hiding? It doesn't take a genius to figure out that you weren't at a conference. And if you don't tell me now so help me Tyler, I will walk out that door!" she looked at him up and down.

"I'm a werewolf," he blurted out looking into her eyes.

She took a step back as her mouth dropped open with an Oh! He tried to reach for her but she automatically flinched. She saw his eyes widen and saw them cloud with hurt but… werewolf. She had married a werewolf! And that was why the others had edged that topic. She was married to a loup-garou.

She took another step back, "I…I think I need to be alone." In truth she wanted to get away as far away from this situation as she could but had no idea where she could go. Turning to the stairs she ran as fast as she could up them, closing and locking her door, knowing it was stupid and would not keep any of them out if they really wanted in.

"Well, she took that well," Damon said sarcastically as Tyler walked into the sitting room.

Tyler didn't even have the presence of mind to glare at him because he felt oddly like his heart was breaking. The way Caroline had looked at him, like he was a…monster. Like he was something she didn't know and didn't want to had hurt him beyond anything And the way she had flinched as if by his mere touch she could be poisoned.

"What the hell happened?" he turned back to the room his voice filled with rage.

He felt Jeremy's hand on his shoulder as Stefan explained, "Bonnie was with Caroline as we handled perimeter as usual, but Caroline left the house and took a walk in the garden where she was attacked. Damon was the first one to get there so he fought it off." He turned to his brother expectant.

"It was a werewolf but he wasn't changing or at least it smelled like a werewolf. When I got there Caroline was running toward. She saw my face as I was fighting it off and freaked."

"Shit! How the hell did he do that? Tonight was a full-moon! And why did you let her see your face?" Tyler swore aggravated.

"Sorry I wasn't worried about our secret when I was trying to save our lives!" Damon stood glass still in hand and directed a glare at Tyler.

"No one is blaming you, Damon," Elena chimed in her voice soothing.

And Tyler wasn't. It was just… he wanted more time to at least get Caroline prepared for their lives or for her to get her memory back. But it wasn't meant to be and now the love of his life was looking at him with fear in her eyes.

"So what do we do now?" Tyler turned to them asking.

"Give her time," Jeremy answered ever the empathetic one, "She needs time to process and we need to make sure she's safe."

"I have an idea," the Bennett witch said, "I can shield the house from any supernatural entry, present company excluded of course."

"You sure?" Jeremy asked and Tyler could see there was more than one question in that.

"I'm sure. Now I need a drop of blood from everyone," she said as they moved to the kitchen.

Tyler sighed as he followed knowing that this was the only way. At least now she would be physically safe. As for her emotional state he could only hope she would forgive them for the lies and would come to realize that they were not the monsters from the horror films.

Caroline was sprawled on her bed cursing every horror flick she had watched as a kid where the innocent blonde was eaten alive after being chased through the woods. It was laughable really when she thought about it but too frightening by a half. Downstairs doing God knows what were vampires and a werewolf, a witch and a hunter. It sounded like a really bad movie. And if that hadn't been enough she had married one. She had married a werewolf… She had married….a werewolf. A werewolf. She didn't know why this was so hard to accept. She must have accepted it before, to fall in love with him, to marry him.

Throwing the pillow across the room in frustration she stood. She walked to the window looking into the garden which was now lit by the sunlight. When she felt her phone vibrating at her side she reached for it.

"Good Morning."

"Caroline?"

"Who is this?"

"I know it has been a while but I thought you at least wouldn't forget me."

"Matt?! Is that you? How are you? Where are you? It's so good to hear your voice!"

"One question at a time Care," he laughed fondly, "I heard about your accident and it took me forever to find someone who actually had your cell number. I figured I shouldn't call at the house."

"Why?"

"Tyler wouldn't have approved," he answered his voice grim but he moved on quickly, "Can I see you?"

"I would love that. I would…really love that. I really want to get away from here. I just…need some time to think and I feel like I'm suffocating."

"I can be there in 15." His voice sounded concerned and so much like the boy who had once stayed with her because she was tired of being alone.

"Where are you? I thought you moved out of town."

"I did but I came back…because of you." He said the last part with so much emotion that her heart gave a little jump. It would be so good to see Matt, someone normal and removed from the crazy that had invaded her life.

"I'm not sure I can get away. That they'll let me."

"They don't control you Caroline!" Matt stated, "And if you are in the same room, there is a ladder, just strong enough to hold your weight. You can climb down there and I'll pick you up."

"How do you know that?"

"That's what I used to get to you on your wedding day, to convince you not to marry him."

"My…What?"

"You really lost your memory didn't you?"

Yeah…I… Maybe you can help me straighten things out. Give me an hour. By then everyone should have left."

"Okay, Caroline. One hour then I'll come to the front door, Tyler or no Tyler."

"One hour," She repeated as she hung up. Grabbing a piece of paper she wrote a quick note watching and waiting until the cars that filled her drive way left.

By the time the others had finally left, Tyler's hope had dwindled. Caroline had still not emerged from their room locked off as she was. He took a shower and got dressed in some jeans and t-shirt he found unfolded in the laundry before finally trekking up the stairs. Knocking on the door he called out, "Caroline, can you let me in? We need to talk."

nothing.

"Babe, I know you're mad at me for lying and I know… this is a shock but we need to talk."

Still nothing. He listened carefully and realized the other side of the door was completely silent. No moving, no shifting, no breathing, not even a heartbeat. Putting his shoulder against the door he pushed hard breaking the lock with ease. But Caroline was nowhere to be found. Looking around the room he picked up the paper under her diamond paper weight on the nightstand. He read the words and was unable to stop the tears from coming to his eyes. Pulling out his phone he dialed Jeremy's number. The younger Gilbert grew alarmed as he heard sobs from the other end.

"Tyler?"

The broken voice came through, "She…left…me."

"What?"

"Caroline. She left me."