Caroline hops out of Klaus' car, gawping at the ruins in front of them. "Where are we?" She asks, shutting the door behind her and turning to Klaus. "We're just outside Mystic Falls, standing on the ruins of a werewolf cavern. A few centuries back, werewolves returned to Mystic Falls, but the large family stayed here away from the townspeople so they didn't hurt them." He takes her hand in his and leads her through the grey bricked rubble to a set of stairs, leading in to a cellar.
"Elijah," Klaus calls out, leading Caroline through the dark. A light busts to life at the end of the corridor and Elijah leans off the wall. "Not exactly the best date, Barbie," Damon's voice calls out from the cell on her right.
She looks to the voice and Damon turns from her, looking back at the wall.
She looks at the cell on her left, Tyler's back turned to her as his body stands stiff and rigid. "Let me talk to them," she says, turning to Klaus. Tyler turns and frowns at her, watching as her eyes plead with that monster. "Caroline," he sighs, "I don't think-" He gets cut off by Damon's irritating voice, "I'll talk to her."
Nik, I might get them to agree to compulsion. He looks down at her for a moment. Be careful, Caroline. His eye meet Elijah's and he nods his head to the entrance. Elijah nods and follows Klaus up the steps, exchanging a confused and concerned glance with Caroline before they disappear. "So, Blondie," Damon smirks, looking at her fully now. "What gives up the pleasure of your presence?" She feels his disgust in his voice, but shrugs it off. "I came to make sure you were both okay," she says blankly, "And to ask you to be compelled." He scoffs but Tyler is the one who replies, "Why would we be compelled for you? You're clearly on their side." She takes a deep breath and shrugs, turning to him and meeting his cold eyes. "I don't want you to get hurt, Ty," she whispers. "Too late for that, Care," he says, his voice as broken as his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Tyler. I can't help that I fell in love with someone."
He takes a step back blinking, "With someone. You mean someone else?"
She takes a deep breath, hugging her arms, "Tyler, I loved you, but not like I love Nik. I think somewhere along the ride, the line between relationship and friendship got blurred and we fell over it. I'm not saying that I didnt love you, but when I say it to him, it's different."
"Fine," he scoffs, "Compel me to forget I ever loved you because if you don't I'm going to fight for you every day."
"Okay," she says quietly.
"What?"
"I said 'okay', Tyler, because I don't want you to fight for me every day. I want you to find someone else and fight for them and get them. No matter how hard you fight for me, I won't be yours."
"Compel me, Caroline. Get the love of your fucking stupid life and compel me. Or how about you kill me." He begins walking over to the bars, throwing his body against them. "Reach in my chest and take out my heart, because I don't want it anymore."
"TYLER, DON'T BE SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN!" She screams. "I don't have a 'fucking stupid life', Tyler. You just can't accept that I started a new one. And yes, I love him and I'm going to spend the rest of my afterlife with him. So shut up and wait for Elijah to come and compel you, or I'll seriously consider staking you." She turns to Damon, who leans against the wall watching them. "How about you?" She demands. "Do you want to forget this?"
"Why would I possibly want to forget this magnificent show?" He smirks.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe so you can keep your girlfriend. You know, Elena? The one you turned against, then made her turn against me, which made her turn against Stefan and Bonnie and put at risk when she barged in to our home full of Originals and demand I return you to her like a stolen puppy?" She smirks when his face drops, showing his age considerably. "I guess that's a yes. Now, don't fight back, or you'll be killed, obviously. And quite personally, I didn't want you to be alive after what you put Henry and Elijah through, but my morals as good and I didn't want to feel guilty forever, so..." She shrugs, pouting at Damon before turning to Tyler. "You ready?" He shrugs, avoiding her eyes.
Get your grumpy ass in here, Nik.
How polite, love. Maybe as well as training you to fight, I'll teach you manners.
I don't need manners, I just need to go to bed. There's a lot of bottled up need inside me since we haven't marked in a little while. And Henry aged TWICE yesterday so it's like I've gone a year without you.
I'm sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart, I'll sort that out when we return home. I thought I just missed you, I feel exactly the same, love.
Well, hurry up and compel them. They seemed a little too easy to convince, so be careful.
"No need to fret, love," he smiles as he flashes in front of her. "Kol will be here-"
"I have arrived," Kol announces seductively, his eyebrows wiggling at Caroline.
"Hmmm," she pouts, rolling her eyes.
"Try not to kill my brother, love," Klaus whispers in her ear as he turns to Tyler's cage. "Hello, mate, nice to see your finally looking at me. Even if it is because you want to rip my heart out." Caroline swallows loudly, turning to see Tyler's rage plastered across his face in a horrid contortion. She huffs and watches them.
Kol's arm drops on to her shoulder and he leans his side against her arm. "I'm so glad you came to your senses, Caroline," he mutters, "That Tyler guy has nothing on Nik. Especially when he's pulling that bloody face." Caroline purses her lips, trying to hide her laugh as she bites her bottom lip. Tyler's eye flick over to them, and his anger manages to worsen at the sight. Kol smirks at him, squeezing Caroline's shoulders as she rolls her eyes. "Come on, mate, lighten up," Kol taunts, his smirk growing as Tyler growls at him.
"Tyler stop," she groans, her head rolling with her eyes as she looks away. "I'm sick of your needy ex-boyfriend rage, just let them compel you and you go live happily ever after with a wolf-slut." He growls again, but his shoulders slump down and he takes a step back from the cage. "Finally," she grumbles, flicking Kol's arm from her shoulders and walking to Damon's cage. They hold a whispered conversation, so low not even the hybrids can hear. What are you talking about, love?
Nik, it's fine, I'm telling him about Elena.
Why?
So he'll shut up and be compelled easier.
All right, love, I'll take your word for it..
Klaus throws open Tyler's cage and Kol and Elijah flash in and grab him, holding his face still as Klaus saunters over. Their eyes meet and a smirk grows across Klaus' face. "You'll forget the last two weeks of your life," Klaus orders, his pupils dilating, "You will not remember Henry or your rage towards me and my family. You will simply know Caroline moved on, and so did you. You'll go after the little wolf girl you've been sleeping with for the past few weeks and you'll never try to find Caroline. You will accept that you broke her heart and she moved away with me and my family. If your friends ask, she is better off without you. You will have no recollection of this situation now and you'll go about living your pathetic little life in this damn town." His pupils return to normal and he turns from the hybrid boy, striding over to Damon. "Now, Salvatore, what story would you like implanted in to your brain?" He smirks.
"Just get me back to Elena," he grumbles.
"Of course. Come to the cage door and I'll compel you easily."
Nik, don't you dare snap his neck!
How did you know I was thinking... never mind
Yeah, I thought so.
Did you? She looks at his smirk and rolls her eyes.
"Nice to see the secret conversations have started," Damon interrupts, "But could you compel me so I can go feed. I'm starving."
"Very well," Klaus says, turning back to the obviously bored vampire. "You won't remember Henry and you'll accept that my family have left and Caroline came willingly." His pupils dilate as he speaks. "You won't let anyone follow after us... Except Bonnie and Stefan... You won't allow any rescue missions for Caroline, since she doesn't need rescuing. You will defend Caroline... You will treat Elena with all the care in the world and won't let anything happen to her... You'll apologise to Bonnie for everything you've done... And everyone else. You will keep Elena safe for the rest of eternity as long as she wants you..." He breaks contact and glares at Caroline. "I'm not compelling him to do that!" He hisses, pressing his amused smile to keeps his serious stare.
"You compelled him to do everything else," she mumbles, folding her arms, "And you don't even like Elena."
"If I remember correctly, you're the one that backhanded her, love."
She slaps his tensed arm and stomps away back up the steps and he smirks, turning back to Damon's still dazed face. "You won't remember the past two weeks but my orders will stay firmly in your mind. Got it?" Damon nods lazily and he smirks, walking after the pissy blonde.

Caroline, where did you go?
Home, you idiot. Bring Damon over. Elena's going to collect him from our house.
I love it when you say that. He walks back down in to the cellar as Kol drags Tyler's unconscious body out of the cage. "Why, Kol?"
"What?" Kol says defensively, "We all wanted to do it! And it was easier than walking home with him."
She'll have to drop Tyler off, too.
Wait, what do you love me saying and why can't he walk home?
I love when you say 'our'. And Kol broke Tyler's neck.
Urg! I'm going to kill him! This isn't getting Elena back on my side, you know. Just don't break Damon and come to our home quickly. I ordered something from Victoria's Secrets and Rebekah collected it for me today.
I'll be there in half an hour, my love. Be warned, Kol's intrigued by my sudden happiness.
Which bit of you did he see happy?
Klaus growls, turning to hide the least innocent smile possible from his face.
"Girlfriend issues, Nik?" Kol teases.
"Could say that, Kol," he grumbles, trying to distract himself from the thoughts of Caroline in lingerie.
Elena's here now. Get him over here.
Alright, love. Just stall her. Apologise for the backhand or something while I carry him over.
Are you really telling me to apologise to someone?
Yes, love, you do it better than me.
That's true. But only on one condition.
And what would that be? He compels Damon to fall asleep, catching the heavy Salvatore as his body collapses.
You'll find out later, Nik.
Klaus lifts Damon over his shoulders, cursing under his breath at the unexpected weight of the vampire as he flashes from the cellar, Kol and Elijah carrying the bulky hybrid behind him.

He reaches the porch, hearing Caroline and Elena mumbling inside. He turns to his brothers, frowning as they appear a moment later, dragging a broken Tyler behind them. "Apologies, Niklaus," Elijah sighs, dropping Tyler's legs on the wooden decking carelessly, "Our brother decided it would be humourous to run the poor boy in to a tree at full speed. I had to run back and pick both of them back up."
Klaus rolls his eyes, sighing heavily as he turns to the opening door. Caroline stands in a red silk robe that reaches the middle of her thighs. Her hair is damp from washing and her face shows an expression of slight amusement, expectation and annoyance.
"Hello, love," Klaus smirks, his eyes roaming over the fitted robe, down the long porcelain legs that are positioned to emphasize her annoyance. Her fingers drum against her hip bone, the faint echoing through her body audible to everyone until Elena rushes over. She ignores everyone except for Klaus, glaring at him as he shrugs Damon on to the bench.
He sighs, seeing her face and claps his hands in front of Damon's face. The rough looking vampire jolts in to consciousness and Elena rushes over, her arms wrapping around his neck.
"Damon, are you okay?" She says, tears forming in her doe eyes when she pulls back, searching the azure blue crystals of Damon's narrowed eyes. "I'm starving," he replies, looking around at the scene in front of him. His eyes fall on Caroline and she instantly wishes she could rip off his head. "Well, Blondie," he smirks, "What have I missed now?" Elena sighs, looking over to Caroline. "Bonnie will tell you when you're supposed to know," Caroline says sweetly, smiling as she shrugs her shoulders.
She spins around on the balls of her feet and strides inside, followed by Kol and Elijah. "Deal with that, would you, Damon?" Klaus says, pointing to the slowly healing mess that is Tyler. "I'm not going to ask," Damon sighs, rising and grabbing Tyler's wrists. Klaus watches as Damon weakly drags Tyler towards Elena's car as she fusses over him, ignoring Tyler as Damon struggles with him. Klaus feels his eye involuntarily roll as he turns from the nauseating sight and walks in to the house.
I hope we don't look like that!
Love, that would mean you wore clothes most of the time.
Shut up, Nik.
I'm not exactly complaining.
Then come to bed and let me use my one condition on you.
Klaus flashes upstairs, ignoring the perfectly correct insinuation Kol shouts after him.
Caroline walks in, her hair dries in to perfect curls around her shoulders, the robe hanging loosely open, reveling a red silk padded bra with black lace detail sewn in to it.
Her cleavage entices him over, his eyes drawn to her legs. Black stockings reach half an inch under the robe, showing the clips attached. His hands tug the knot open and he smirks at the red briefs and black lace garter skirt that hangs on the lowest part of her hips.
He leans down to kiss her, but she presses her finger on his pouted lips. His eyebrows rise for an explanation and she smiles, "You agreed to a condition, remember?" She teases, her finger slowly sliding down, dragging his bottom lip down seductively. "I didn't agree to anything," he says huskily, desperate to succumb to his weakness. "You ran up here without a second thought," she laughs, "That's all the agreement I need."
"What is is then?" He asks, eyes narrowing as lust shines through them. She steps up on her toes, bringing her lips to his ear and whispering in a teasingly slow voice, "I have. Complete. Control. Over you."
Her hands slide down his front, pressing his shirt to his skin as he holds on to her hips. "And if I try to take control?" He asks, smirking. "Then I'll move slower as a punishment," she purrs, licking her lips slowly as her fingers hook in his belt loops. She drags him over to the bed and she smirks.
Suddenly the door flies open and Klaus is thrown from Caroline, a stake held over her heart. Klaus moves to attack the intruder, stopping when he sees Tyler holding Caroline. His eye flick a deep yellow in fury, his arm wrapped around her shoulder. "As much as I like the show," Damon's voice cockily says from the doorway, "I think Barbie should cover up." He nods and Tyler's grip loosens on her shoulders. Her hands slowly move to her shoulders to pull the robe over her.
Hands under his armpits and throw.
What?
You'll throw him at me and you can flash out of here.
Okay.
Her hands flash under his arms, her body bending in to position. She straightens, pulling Tyler from the ground and hurling him over her body towards Klaus. She flashes to the door for an escape, but Damon is quicker, grabbing her waist and turning her so her back hits his chest. She lets out a gasp as he winds her and her eyes connect with Klaus' watching as he plunges his hand through Tyler's chest. "Let her go and you can have Tyler," he offers.
"I think I'll keep Barbie with me until she gets her mind back, actually. I don't care for Tyler much."
"Give her to me!" Klaus roars, his hand crushing Tyler's heart slowly, his face turning an ashen grey as he begins to dessicate.
Caroline clenches her jaw, flicking her leg up behind her, her heel connecting with Damon's crotch. His grip falters and she flashes around, pinning him against the wall as she takes the stake from his hand. She rams it in to his shoulder, glaring in to his eyes. "What's going on?" Kol asks, flashing in to the hall with Elijah and Rebekah. "How did they get past us?" Rebekah demands, all of Klaus' siblings thankfully focusing on the intruders and not Caroline's clothes, or lack of.
Damon holds back his pain as Caroline pulls the stake from his shoulder, but soon allows a groan to escape him as she plunges it deep in to his stomach, the tip pointing through his back with barely enough handle for Caroline to hold. She turns to Klaus, tossing Damon to the floor. She ties her robe quickly and grabs his arm, Damon's blood smearing on his skin as she squeezes. "Let him go, Nik," she whispers, listening to the siblings drop Damon on the floor in shock. "WHAT?!" Klaus demands, turning his stern face to her calm, soft features. Her head tilts as he asks why. "Because you're not a monster, Nik," she sighs, her eyes flicking to her slowly dying idiot against the bedroom wall. "He is," she whispers, seeing the hurt and heart-break flooding in to his eyes. Klaus' grip weakens and the colour begins to pool in to Tyler's skin as emotion fills his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Care," Tyler pleads, blood gurgling out of his mouth. Her jaw clenches at his words, disgust and rage filling her. As Klaus' hand pulls from his chest, hers plummets in to his stomach, ripping one of his kidneys out and dropping it on the floor.
Tyler drops to his knees, screaming in pain as he heals slowly, the suddenness of it throwing everyone off, even Damon. They blink at her as she grabs the back of his neck, dragging him to his feet and walking through the house with him, grabbing the front of Damon's shirt as she walks through the hall.
"Listen you little fuckers," She hisses as they stagger to keep up with her, small grunts of pain occasionally rising from Damon as the stake moves in his stomach. Caroline throws them to the bottom of the stairs, flashing down on top of Tyler as he lands on his stomach.
She grabs his spare stake, driving it slowly in to the right of his chest where his heart would be on the left. "I love Nik and I'm not leaving him. We've marked each other and I don't want you to try anything else. This is a warning that you're not just messing with a family of Originals, but you're messing with an angry mom. If you come after us again I'll kill you myself, which you now know I'm very capable of. Now, how did you get past Nik's compulsion?" She climbs off him, grabbing their jackets and hurling them at the door. "Bonnie," Damon chokes, blood flowing out of his mouth, "Elena compelled her to help us." Caroline stops in her tracks, staring at Damon. "AND YOU LET HER?!" Caroline screams, knowing how compulsion feels, the drowsy horrible daze it leaves you in. He shrugs and her eyes flood black, veins sprouting down her cheeks with the lack of control she holds. She grabs the door handle, wrenching it open wide before grabbing the heaped bodies and tossing them outside. She grabs Klaus' phone from the table, texting Stefan.