Amy walked into the Salvatore's living room just as Damon ended a phone call. "Was that Alaric?" she asked as she sat upon the couch and got comfortable.
"Nope," Damon replied. "Just a tip that Stefan's in Chicago." It then struck him that Amy asked about Alaric. "Why did you ask if it was Rick?"
Amy didn't answer his question and asked one of her own. "When are we leaving for Chicago?"
Damon crossed his arms. "You didn't answer my question."
"And you didn't answer mine," she retorted.
Damon didn't have time for this game so he walked away and said, "We are not going. I'm taking Blair."
Amy followed after him, saying "Excuse me?"
Damon turned around and jerked back a little because Amy was literally right on top of him. After recovering from that, he said "I don't need you for this, Amelia. Just...stay here." Damon didn't give her a chance to retort before speeding out of there.
Amy clicked her tongue and shook her head. "We'll see about that," she said to herself before grabbing her bag and heading out on her own.
"Welcome back to Chicago, Stefan," Klaus said as he got out of the car in the warehouse. He went over to the door and opened it to reveal the glorious city outside. As Stefan and Emery came to join him, he continued "I know how much you loved it here. Bring back good old memories of the Ripper days?"
"I've blocked most of them out, actually," Stefan answered with a breath as he looked upon the city as their lights glowed in the night. "A lot of blood, a lot of partying. The details are all a blur."
Emery rolled her shoulders uncomfortably because she really didn't like the Ripper side to Stefan. Yes, she understood why he kept up the charade, but she would much rather not have to hear about it.
"Well, that is a crying shame," Klaus replied as a truck pulled up to the warehouse. He looked at Emery and smirked. "The details are what make is legend. Word was the Ripper of Monterrey got lonely, so he escaped from the city for comfort. It was Prohibition. Everything was off limits then, which made it all so much fun..."
Chicago, 1920's
Primrose walked down the streets one evening, on her way to a speakeasy, only to pass by a car with a sigh. What made her sigh was the sight of Stefan Salvatore being so careless with his feeding. "Really, Stefan? You can't do this in a...less public place?" she asked, holding out a handkerchief for his face.
Stefan's face returned to normal as he plucked the white flower from his victim's hair and placed it on his lapel. He accepted the kerchief as he exited the vehicle and wiped the blood from his mouth. "We are in a dark alley, Primrose. It's hardly public," he replied, returning the cloth back to her. Before she could say another word, he held his arm out to her, "Shall we?"
Primrose sighed once again and placed her hand in the crook of his arm. "I will never understand you, Stefan."
"Nor I with you," he replied as they walked down the street together. "You're so accepting to the ways of a vampire. Even drink vervain to make sure we stay away. But what's to stop me from ripping your heart out for the fun of it?"
"It's too easy," Primrose answered simply. "Where's the fun in that?"
Stefan laughed at her reply. "Touche, Primrose. Touche." When they reached their destination, Stefan knocked upon the door and was soon gained entrance when the man on the other side saw who they were.
"Thank you, darling," Primrose said to him with a wink and a brief kiss to the cheek before continuing on with Stefan.
When they entered, the woman who was singing said, "What do my eyes spy? Looking for a good time, Mr Salvatore?"
"Save me a dance, Gloria," Stefan replied and descended the stairs.
"Enjoy the evening, Stefan. Just not too much." Primrose smiled before heading into the back to get ready for her set, almost bumping into a blonde as she did. The blonde paid no mind but Primrose thought her mind was playing tricks on her. It wasn't possible...it couldn't be her...could it?
Chicago, 'Present Day'
"Chicago was magical," Klaus said with a smile.
Stefan sighed, unenthused. "Yeah, well, I'll take your word for it." Moving away from the doorway with Emery he added, "Like I said, I don't remember most of it."
"Ready to get down to business then?" Klaus asked, closing the door behind them.
Emery was getting sick and tired of being quiet, so she said something. "Why are we still with you, Klaus? You've had your fun, your hybrids failed. Isn't it time to move on? I mean, what are we even doing here?"
Klaus walked over to Emery and stared right at her. "Here I thought cats were the curious ones, not pups." A slow smirk moved across his face after saying that. "We're going to see my favorite witch. If anyone can help us with our hybrid problem, it's her."
Blair hadn't sleep much that night thanks to all of her lives swimming around up in that head of hers. So many bits and pieces of her pasts were taking hold and staying there. After Elena's death and Emery being taken, Blair was falling apart. If her lives didn't seep through then who knows what Blair would have done...how far down she'd go. Mircha knew how to mourn with grace, Tara's optimism was making Blair believe that everything would work out alright, and even parts of Olivia seeped through. Just enough to make her not care so much. But it was their desperation to survive that kept her together, despite how broken she was...is.
Blair rolled over and threw her arm over Tyler after the night they had...wait...that was a dream.
Tyler wasn't there.
"Rise and shine, sleepy head," Damon, aka the figure, said.
Blair sleepily looked up at him then gasped and bolted back a bit. "What are you doing here?!" she exclaimed. "Get out!"
Damon smirked. "You know you were dreaming about me. Explains the drool."
Blair karate chopped him in the ribs for that before looking at the clock. "5AM, seriously? I've barely been sleeping as it is. You have nothing better to do?"
Damon shrugged as he got off the bed. "Fine, don't come with me to bring Emery and Stefan home. Have it your way."
That caught Blair's attention, despite her lives holding on. "Wait one freaking minute. What? Where are they?"
"Windy City," he replied, turning back to face her.
Blair's face dropped a bit and she spoke slowly. "They're...in...Chicago?" Trying to get her bearings together, she asked, "How do you know?"
Damon made an almost jazz hands like gesture as he said, "It came to me in a dream. I was naked. You would have loved it." Getting serious, he said, "Start packing." He started it for her by going into the dresser.
Blair didn't even hear Damon's naked dream comment. She was too focused on Emery and the others being in Chicago. "What the hell are they doing there?" she thought aloud. "Is he trying to trigger Stefan's Ripper memories or something?"
That caught Damon's attention and he turned around, holding a pair of black lace panties in his hand. "What do you know about those?"
Blair moved from the bed and plucked the panties from his hands before answering. "I knew Stefan back then. And Klaus. 1920's, Chicago. My name was Primrose then...Prim."
"Oh, so I'm not going to have to hear about your torrid love affairs with Klaus from the little birdies this time?," Damon replied sarcastically, crossing his arms. "Any other details you care to share about that lifetime?"
Blair turned around as she said, "Yeah." but left it at that and started to get her things together.
Damon wasn't satisfied with that answer. "Well?"
"Well," Blair answered in all seriousness. "Not long after seeing him again...I died."
Blair was surprised when Damon didn't inquire further and just left her to pack. For awhile on their drive things were unnervingly quiet between them. Blair held onto Elena's necklace as she looked out the window, willing herself to keep the other lives at bay. Prim was still prominent in her thoughts though. How could she not be? They were going to Chicago after all.
"How did Primrose die?" Damon asked out of nowhere as he drove.
"A vampire killed her," Blair replied, keeping her eyes on the scenery that passed them by. Before Damon could get another word out, she turned to him. "No, it wasn't Stefan. Even as a Ripper I think he was more intrigued by my...by her nonchalance when it came to him being a vampire. He did try to feed off me...her the first time they met. But I..she had vervain so he didn't get very far."
"I thought compulsion didn't work on you," Damon inquired.
"It didn't. It doesn't," she answered. "But that doesn't stop a vampire from trying to feed."
Damon nodded in understanding. "Fair enough." After shifting in his seat a little, he asked "So...I take it you don't want to see Stefan's diary?"
"Did he write anything about Primrose in there?" Blair asked in reply.
Damon shrugged a bit before reaching into the back to grab the diary from the 20's. As he handed it to her, he said, "You tell me."
Blair took the journal with a sigh before flipping it open and started to read...
Chicago, 1920's
Primrose stood on the stage in the speakeasy as she performed her song while Gloria took her break. Her eyes stayed locked on the blonde woman as she continually tried to determine whether or not it was who she thought it was. It had been a very long time since she had come across the blonde and well, to be honest, Primrose wasn't entirely sure if she was remembering correctly. After all, memory can be a very tricky thing sometimes. Especially when the memory wasn't your own.
Even though her mind was elsewhere, the lyrics to the musical number left her lips with perfection. Now Stefan was talking to the blonde who may or may not be who Primrose thought it was. As if that didn't make things even more...odd...complicated. Hell, it made Primrose a bit jealous. No, Primrose felt nothing for the blonde but Yvette did. And one thing was certain about Yvette; if she didn't approve...she didn't like to share. However, all that jealousy and doubt of who that woman was went right out the window when...he came into view.
Chicago, 'Present Day'
Emery walked into Gloria's bar with Stefan and Klaus. "What's so special about this place?" she asked, leaning against the bar.
"Stefan can answer that," Klaus replied with a grin before turning to Stefan. "Looks familiar, doesn't it?"
Stefan chuckled as he said, "I can't believe this place is still here."
"Still waiting for what's so special," Emery replied, raising her hands in a 'well?' manner.
Her question was somewhat answered by the appearance of a dark skinned woman saying, "You've got to be kidding me."
Klaus smiled as he looked at her. "So a hybrid walks into a bar, says to the bartender..."
The woman cut him off before he could complete his joke. "Stop. You may be invincible, but that doesn't make you funny."
"Who is that?" Emery whispered to Stefan.
Stefan almost couldn't believe it. "Gloria," he replied.
"That's right," Gloria answered with a nod. "And I remember you."
"Gloria? From Klaus' story in the 20's?" Emery raised her brow as she turned to Gloria. "Uh..shouldn't you be dead?"
Klaus scoffed a laugh upon hearing that. "Forgive my traveling companion."
Gloria held up a finger towards Klaus and said, "I'm not talking to you yet." With a grin she looked at Emery. "Now, if I die who's gonna run this place, huh?"
"Gloria's a very powerful witch," Klaus said from behind Emery, making her jump a bit.
"I can slow the aging down some," Gloria explained, "herbs and spells, but don't worry. It'll catch up with me one day."
Klaus turned to Stefan and Emery to say, "Why don't you two go and fix us up a little something from behind the bar." That was worded as a question, but it was clearly an order.
"Yeah, sure thing," Stefan replied as he placed his hand on the small of Emery's back to guide her away.
While Klaus was talking to Gloria about contacting the Original witch and Gloria's need to speak with Rebekah, Emery and Stefan were behind the bar.
Emery was grabbing a couple of glasses when she saw something that almost made her drop them. "Holy shit," she said as she plucked the photograph from the wall of Stefan, Klaus, and a woman that she didn't recognize. "When you say you block things out, you mean it," Emery said as she shoved the picture towards Stefan.
Stefan took it in confusion and looked at it. He recognized Primrose but had no recollection of knowing Klaus back then. He kept the picture and walked over to Klaus, saying "What the hell is this?"
Klaus figured he knew what Stefan was talking about to he replied with, "Well, I told you, Stefan," rising to his feet he added "Chicago's a magical place."
Stefan still couldn't believe it. "But this is me and Primrose...with you."
After hearing that Carol Lockwood was a part of Caroline's disappearance and had failed in getting her back, Chris knew what he had to do. He should have known that Vivian would have used someone else for her dirty work. After all, she had something to do with it. Chris was going full on back from his word and went to the Sheriff's house for help.
He clenched his fists a few times in an attempt to center himself...prepare himself. Chris hadn't seen this woman yet alone spoken to since he was a child. He knew he couldn't put it off any longer so he finally extended his hand and knocked on the door.
Liz opened the door and was about to speak but ended up gasping instead. She knew in an instant who he was. "Christopher?"
Chris nodded and said awkwardly, "Hi, mom."
Liz was so jumbled that she had a hard time getting her head straight. "What do you think you're doing here? If Vivian finds out and Caroline comes home..." She didn't even get a chance to finish her thought before he spoke.
"I'm here because of Caroline. Vivian knocked down a domino, mom...Liz. Caroline's in trouble." Chris didn't care about the past or anything else in that moment. All he wanted was to make sure that Caroline was safe. That his sister was safe.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, wanting more details than that.
"Vivian did something to punish us, Liz. Me for leaving her, you for telling Caroline everything. Well, almost everything." The last bit was in reference to the fact that Liz didn't tell Caroline about him.
Liz stepped aside to let him in because she wasn't about to risk her daughter. Especially where Vivian was concerned. "Tell me everything."
Chris looked at her and said, "I was planning on it."
Blair looked up at the apartment building in Chicago and blew some hair out of her face. "It's been a long time since I've been here."
"So, let me get this straight," Damon said as he walked around the car to stand beside her. "You, as Primrose, never told Stefan who you were and you all chummy with him and his Ripper ways?"
Blair nodded. "I was...eccentric back then. Went with the flow and all that. I think Stefan was intrigued so he didn't kill me." She shrugged because it didn't really matter and they headed inside the building.
When they entered Stefan's old apartment they were both greeted by a voice coming from the sofa.
Amy, who had previously arrived, sat cross legged and grinned. "Took you two long enough. Have another repeat of Georgia, did we?"
Blair looked over at Damon and punched him in the arm.
Damon was over-exaggerating the amount of pain she caused when he rubbed the spot and asked, "What was that for?"
"Is there anything you haven't told her?!" Blair shouted back in reply.
Amy spoke before Damon could. "Actually, it was Alaric. Give that man a few drinks and he becomes quite the chatterbox. It's cute."
Blair scoffed, shaking her head. "I'm gonna kill him," she muttered.
"Priorities, Miss Blair," Damon said calmly as he placed his hands on her shoulders. "Priorities."
Blair pushed his arms off her shoulders and answered with whining sarcasm, "Aww! You never let me kill anybody!" With a roll to her eyes, she looked over at Amy and asked, "You go into the secret closet yet?"
Amy stood, looking confused. "The secret what now?" When they both looked at her in question, she explained with raised hands. "Hey, I just knew the address. I never knew anything about a secret wardrobe or whatever."
Damon turned around and pointed towards the kitchen area. Leading the way , he went over to the floor length shelves that appeared to be built into the wall. He slid his hand along the side and found the secret latch. "Show time," he said to the ladies behind him before opening the secret door.
Amy followed him in and looked at all the names written upon the wall. "Are these...are these all Stefan's victims?" she asked, turning back to Damon.
"You didn't know?" he asked, doubtedly.
"I knew he was bad but..." Amy began to speak but almost couldn't believe the list as she turned back to them. "But I had no idea he was worse than me."
"As much as I'm loving this trip down memory lane, we should probably check out Stefan's old stomping grounds, yeah?" Blair was about to head out of the door but Damon quickly blocked her path.
"Amelia and I can take care of that. You stay here and come up with an actual plan." Damon wasn't planning on giving her much choice in the matter.
"You can't be serious," Blair shot back.
"I think he is, toots," Amy answered with a grin before wiggling her fingers as she walked out the door with a "Toodles."
"Toodles? Really?" Damon asked, following her out the door, closing it behind him.
Blair threw up her hands in disbelief. "Why the hell am I listening to him?" With a scoff she was about to head out the door, then stopped. What if Stefan did come back here with Emery? Was that something she was really willing to miss out on? "Shit," she muttered to herself and went back to the closet. Blair had decided to stay there to wait and see, along with get something that used to belong to her.
Inside the closet, she crouched down and pushed up one of the floorboards. After moving it aside, she pulled out a cloth bag pulled out a long string of real pearls. She sighed as she returned them back to the bag then reached into the floor to pull out one last thing before returning the board.
Blair took the cloth bag and the small bundle over to the bed. After taking a seat and a deep breath, she turned the small bundle over and untied the string around it to release the photographs. She hadn't laid eyes on these pictures in a long time. The first one on the top was a picture of herself as Prim, sitting with Klaus in Gloria's bar. Her heart skipped a beat in that moment, she couldn't help it. Klaus was the love of Prim's life...of so many of her lives. She couldn't help it.
When Klaus led them back to the warehouse, Stefan was still trying to figure out the picture.. "This doesn't make any sense. I remember Primrose, clearly. Why don't I remember you?"
"You said it yourself," Klaus replied," that time had a lot of dark holes."
Stefan didn't accept that answer. "No. If you knew me, then why haven't you said anything?"
Klaus stopped for a moment to say, "I'm a little busy right now. Memory lane will have to wait."
"I bet he compelled you," Emery whispered to Stefan but stopped talking when she received a 'shut up or you'll regret it' look from Klaus before he started walking again.
Stefan heard Emery's words and needed to know if it was true. He grabbed onto Klaus' arm and turned him around. "What the hell is going on? Answer me."
Klaus removed his hand and let it drop. "Let's just say we didn't get off to a brilliant start. To be honest, I hated you."
Chicago, 1920's
Primrose was making her rounds at the speakeasy when she spotted Stefan, who was about to have a serious altercation. She hurried over to him and said quickly, "Whatever you're thinking, don't. He'll kill you."
"She's right, he will," the blonde vampire concurred. "He's a lot stronger than he looks." She proceeded to stand protectively in front of Stefan, moving Primrose away.
The man Stefan was about to have an altercation with looked at Primrose. "You know of me?"
"Klaus and Rebekah," Prim replied. "Your reputations precede you." To add a little more detail for more of an explanation, she said "I lived in New Orleans as a child."
Klaus looked a bit amused at that, but he had other matters to attend to. His attention turned back to Stefan. "So this is the famous Stefan Salvatore I've been hearing so much about." He looked at Rebekah and joked, "You're right. He does have funny hair."
Primrose couldn't help but snicker at that.
Klaus looked at her for a moment before looking back to Rebekah. "I'm bored, I want to go."
"I'm not your girlfriend," Rebekah shot back.
"No, you're my sister." Klaus replied. "Which means...you have to do as I say." He pulled her away from Stefan to his side.
Primrose could see that Stefan was about to advance and quickly gripped onto his arm with a 'don't do it' look in her eyes. The last thing she wanted was for her Stefan to get killed because he got cocky.
Chicago, 'Present Day'
Emery blinked a few times as she processed the information. "Hold up...Stefan had a thing for your sister?" She then looked at Stefan. "What is it with you and sisters?"
Klaus laughed in amusement at that question before Stefan asked his own.
He didn't answer Emery and just spoke to Klaus. "So I knew another Original vampire?"
"If you can't handle it, then don't ask," Klaus replied as he walked towards one of the coffins that were being stored in the warehouse. He opened one to reveal a lovely blonde woman who was dressed in 1920's attire with the Dagger through her heart. It was Rebekah.
Emery and Stefan joined Klaus to see who it was. "Pretty," she stated sarcastically.
Stefan shook his head as he looked at Rebekah in the coffin. "I don't recognize her."
Klaus smirked. "Well, don't tell her that. Rebekah's temper is worse than mine." He looked to Emery for a moment, to say "I wouldn't mention being Stefan's new beau either. Not if you wish to live to see another day." Klaus chuckled after giving her that little warning and pulled the Dagger from Rebekah's chest. "Time to wake up, little sister."
Emery backed away from the coffin and shook her head with a nervous laugh. "What am I then if she asks? A freaking pet?!"
"Calm down, Pup. I'll make sure she doesn't harm you," Klaus replied, not taking his eyes off Rebekah. "I gave Stefan my word."
"And Blair would end up hating you more than she already does," Stefan added in for a little extra punch.
"That's of no concern to me," Klaus answered without a care.
Changing the topic, Stefan said "Look, why don't you just tell us what the hell is going on. I mean, you obviously want us here for a reason, right?"
"Well, Stefan, you have many useful talents," Klaus replied.
"Do I?" he asked with crossed arms.
"In fact," Klaus said as he turned to Stefan, "I learned some of my favorite tricks from you."
Chicago, 1920's
"Prim, won't you join us?" Klaus asked from his table as she passed, gesturing to himself as well as Stefan and Rebekah.
Primrose stopped for a moment to say, "I have no interest in being your meal this evening. Besides, I'm on vervain."
Klaus laughed. "No, Prim, nothing like that. I want to hear your side of why Stefan Salvatore here should be worthy of an Original like my sister." He stood from his seat at the booth and held out his arm in invitation.
Primrose bit her lip in thought for a moment before sliding into the booth, with Klaus doing the same beside her as he said, "I was just explaining to Mr Salvatore that Rebekah is of pure blood while he is nothing but a diluted vampire bloodline."
"And I'm a human with vervain in my blood," Primrose retorted. "That's not much of an argument. Besides, if Stefan was of pure vampire blood, wouldn't that make him your brother?"
Rebekah laughed at how crass Prim was with her brother. "Oh, I like you."
Stefan lifted his glass in Prim's direction for cheers before asking Klaus, "Where is the rest of your family?"
"Well, let's see. I killed most of them," Klaus began and Rebekah added, "But not all."
Stefan looked at Rebekah as he asked, "And you're okay with this?"
"We all had the chance to choose a side," she replied. "I chose the right one, eventually."
"What the hell are you doing here, again?!" A man exclaimed as he looked at Primrose.
She gasped a little when she saw him. "Frank I..."
"I told you never to come back here! Now let's go!" Frank shouted at her.
Primrose nodded and looked at Klaus, "Excuse me, please."
Klaus didn't move and inch, nor did he take his eyes off Frank. "Who is this lad, Prim?"
"He's my husband," she replied quietly.
"Our Primrose is married? Who knew," Stefan said, chuckling.
Frank looked at them angrily. "Yes, she is my wife and I'm taking her home. Now."
"Actually," Stefan retorted with compulsion. "You're sitting."
Frank did as he was told and sat next to Klaus.
Stefan looked pleased. "Now, since you're so dear to Primrose here. You're going to join us in a drink." He slid over a previously acquired blood filled champagne glass.
"What kind of sick freaks are you?" Frank asked in almost terror in reply.
"This isn't funny, please. We'll just go," Primrose pleaded as she tried to push Klaus from the seat.
Klaus answered by grabbing hold of her arm, making her cry out in pain a little. Klaus looked worried in response, "I barely gripped you." He investigated this by pulling down her long satin gloves which revealed several dark bruises.
Prim looked down in silent shame as she pulled her arm away and returned the glove to its place. Even Rebekah was aghast by the site. "Your husband did that to you?" she asked.
Klaus didn't give Prim a chance to answer. He looked at Frank and said, "You heard him. Drink," he compelled.
Frank lifted the glass to his lips because he had no other choice. The blood he consumed caused him to cough and gag. As he put the glass down he looked at Primrose and said, "Go to hell."
Primrose laughed at his words. "It's a little late for that, darlin'."
"Have another drink, Frank," Stefan said as he slid over the unfinished glass. "All of it."
Chicago, 'Present Day'
Klaus smirked as he thought back to the memory. "I was your number one fan," he said as they walked through the warehouse.
"And why should I believe any of this?" Stefan asked as he and Emery followed.
Klaus didn't answer and stopped to compel the security guard, yet again. Gesturing back towards Rebekah's coffin, he said "When she wakes up, tell her to meet us at Gloria's bar then volunteer your carotid artery and let her feed until you die."
The guard nodded in understanding as Klaus walked away.
Emery went after him, asking "Where are you going?"
"Stefan here thinks I'm lying, despite the fact he and I knew each other," Klaus replied as he walked. He turned around to look at Stefan. "You trusted me with one of your secrets and now I'm going to prove it to you."
"How?" Stefan asked in reply.
Klaus chuckled as he returned to leading the way. "We're going to your old apartment."
Amy and Damon walked into Gloria's bar. It was open for business and there was certainly a crowd. Gloria herself was working behind the bar when she spotted Damon. "Well, look what the wind blew in. Last I heard you hated this place."
"Gloria, damn! If I knew you were gonna age like this then I would have stuck around," Damon answered, grinning.
Gloria chuckled with a slight pat to his arm. "I always liked you better." Looking to Amy, she asked, "Who's you friend?"
"Amy," she replied, taking a seat at the bar. "I'm a friend of his brother."
Gloria didn't need more of an explanation than that. "I see that Stefan is still running in the wrong crowd." As she spoke, she poured the vampires a drink.
"You've seen him?" Damon asked, sounding a little surprised to hear that.
Gloria nodded. "With Klaus. Bad combo." After a moment she added in, "They were with a girl, too. Never saw her before."
"That must be Emery," Amy concluded, despite never actually laying eyes on the girl before. "You know where they went?" she then asked before taking the drink that was set in front of her.
Gloria tended the bar as she answered. "They'll be back here later tonight. They're out running a little errand for me."
Damon placed his hand on hers as he said, "Now Gloria, don't be a tease. What kind of errand?"
Gloria wasn't going to give away the information that easily. "Mmm, I don't think so. You may be cute, but you're still a vampire." She pulled her hand out of his grasp and went on her way.
Amy looked at Damon, unimpressed. "I think your charms need a recharge," she teased.
"Shut up," was his reply before downing his drink in one gulp.
Blair was going through Prim's pictures with an almost melancholy smile on her face. The smile faltered when she came upon her and Frank's wedding picture. He was so charming and loving when they met. She didn't know just what he was capable of until after they were married. Frank was controlling, abusive, and so much more. He got what he deserved in the end.
This trip down memory lane brought up so many old feelings, and not just where Prim was concerned. She knew this was a bad idea but she pulled out her phone and dialed a number from memory. She waited impatiently then caught her breath when a woman with a strong accent on the other end of the line said "Hello" repeatedly when Blair said nothing.
When the woman finally hung up, Blair wiped the tears from her eyes. The woman, Mrs Sherwood, was Jill's mom. The mother of her past life. Her time was short in that life, but that didn't stop her from missing Mrs Sherwood and the childhood feeling of wanting her mom would never go away.
After slipping her phone into her pocket she heard footsteps coming towards the door. Blair gathered up the things, thinking it was Damon and Amy, but froze for a moment when she heard Klaus' voice. Blair quickly darted into the closet and hid in the farthest corner as possible.
Klaus walked into the apartment and held up a finger. "Do you feel that?" Looking to the pair behind him, he asked "Is anyone here."
Emery held up her hands with a 'don't look at me, how the hell would I know?' expression as Stefan answered, "It's been vacant for decades. People must break in all the time." As he walked in further, he asked "Why did you bring me here?"
Klaus walked around the little apartment as he spoke. "Prim's husband, Franklin Grant, who you made drink the blood. I never could figure out why you wanted his full name and then you told me your little secret. It was all part of your special little ritual."
Stefan knew exactly what he was talking about. "To write it down."
"And relive the kill," Klaus added, sounding almost proud, "over and over again." He went right over to Stefan's secret closet and opened up the door. Looking back to him, he asked, "Believe me now?"
Blair stayed as perfectly still as possible, not wanting to draw any attention to herself.
Emery was about to follow Stefan inside, but Klaus stopped her. "This isn't about you, Pup." He made that quite clear before guiding her back to the main area of the flat.
Stefan gave her an 'it's ok' look before going into the closet. He was surprised to see Blair standing there, but didn't say a word.
'How's Emery?' Blair mouthed.
'Okay' he answered in the same manner. Stefan then saw the picture Blair was holding and plucked it away from her. Seeing that it was of Prim and Klaus, he looked at her in question. 'You?'
Blair looked at him so apologetically and slowly nodded.
Stefan's face almost seemed to harden as he said, "Look what I found." He just wanted to give Blair that instant sense of worry before grabbing a bottle from the shelf and turning around to show Klaus.
Klaus looked pleased. "1918, single malt. My favorite."
"And this," he added, handing the picture over to Klaus.
Klaus took it from him to see what it was. The image of himself with Prim was almost as if it had been plucked straight from his memory. Not making a reference to that, he just took the bottle of liquor from Stefan and said, "Let's go and find someone to pair it with."
As Klaus walked away, Emery could tell there was something up with Stefan. She looked at him in question and understood his look of 'later' on his face as they followed after Klaus.
Once Blair was certain they were far enough away, she kicked the door open with a wide array of profanity escaping her lips. She couldn't believe she ran away like a child and...that it. Like a child. Finally realizing it she sat on the bed with a heavy sigh, saying "Jill."
About an hour later, Damon and Amy finally showed up after Blair called them. "Took you long enough," Blair muttered as they walked through the door.
"Get changed," Damon replied, tossing a bag to her. "We're going out."
Blair caught the bag and set it down as she asked, "Where?"
"Gloria's," Amy answered as she sat on the arm of the chair Damon had just taken occupancy in.
Blair shook her head. "I am not going back there."
"Well, that's where they're going to be tonight, Blair. So you're either a part of this plan, or not," Damon replied.
"What is the plan, exactly?" Blair asked as she started pulling out the clothing Damon picked out for her.
"I'm going to distract Klaus, and during that time Amy will deal with Stefan while you get Emery," Damon informed, standing. "Figured that'd be the best way to go about it since Stefan knows you were Primrose and failed to mention it to anyone."
"Bite me," Blair shot back as she headed for the bathroom.
"Is that an invitation?" Damon called out then shrugged when it was answered with Blair slamming the door behind her. "Guess not."
Amy smirked, "Maybe you should stick with Georgia when it comes to road trips."
"Where's Rebekah?" Gloria asked as she served the trio drinks.
"She'll be here," Klaus replied between drinks from his beer bottle. "I can't just conjure her on demand."
Gloria gave him a 'fair enough' expression before walking away.
Klaus looked over at Stefan who didn't appear to be too happy. "What's with you?" he asked. "I thought Chicago was your playground." He looked down at Emery and chuckled, "You should try to liven him up a little."
Stefan's frustration had reached its peak. "So that's why you wanted me to be your wing-man? Because you liked the way I tortured innocent people?"
"I'm not drunk enough to eavesdrop on this conversation," Emery muttered and pulled Stefan's drink over to her so she could finish it off.
"Well, that's certainly half of it," Klaus replied, as he slid his own drink Emery's way as well.
"What's the other half?" Stefan asked, needing the information.
Klaus pulled a glass and a bottle from behind the bar as he answered. "The other half, Stefan, is that you used to want to be my wing-man."
Chicago, 1920's
"They're jealous," Stefan said to Klaus as he slid him a shot glass. "Your family wants you dead because they can never be what you are."
"What? An abomination?" Klaus asked, on the verge of being drunk, after he downed the shot.
"No," Stefan replied, putting his hand on Klaus' shoulder. "A king." After getting a grin from that, Stefan chuckled.
Klaus shook his head with a chuckle of his own, gesturing between them. "Look at us. Two sad orphans."
Stefan almost didn't hear his words because he was too busy looking over at Rebekah.
Klaus turned around to see what captured his attention, and wasn't very surprised to see who it was. "My sister fancies you, you know. But...I should warn you, Rebekah doesn't do anything half-speed. And that includes falling in love. So just be careful. She's totally mad."
Both Stefan and Klaus got a big laugh out of that
before Stefan replied with "I appreciate the advice. But you might want to alter it a little and take it as well. I believe Primrose fancies you as well. Unless my eyes deceive."
Klaus looked over at Prim down the bar and smiled as he wiggled his fingers to wave at her. "She is a fascinating woman. I must admit, I haven't met anyone like her in a very long time."
"To the women who fancy us." Stefan lifted his glass for a toast.
Klaus clicked his glass with Stefan's as he said, "And when they leave us, to not allow our hearts to do anything stupid."
Stefan said "Cheers" to that and finished his drink. "You know, you're a good friend, Nik. I'm glad I met you."
Chicago, 'Present Day'
Klaus raised his shot glass, saying "To friendship."
Stefan didn't know what else to do besides clink his glass and down his shot.
Emery looked at them and shook her head. "This is the weirdest bromance I have ever witnessed."
Stefan sat back down, saying "I'm confused. If we were such great friends, why do I only know you as the hybrid dick who sacrificed my girlfriend on an alter of fire?"
"All good things must come to and end," he replied. "Besides, I've made up for that. Haven't I?" Klaus asked, gesturing down the bar to Emery.
Stefan just finished his drink before saying anything more. "Interesting."
"What?" Klaus asked, intrigued.
Stefan gestured to the bar for a refill as he said, "Both of our girlfriends' lives ended in death."
Chicago, 1920's
Primrose sat with Klaus at a booth as they watched Stefan and Rebekah dance. "She's so happy," Prim said with a smile.
"As am I," Klaus replied as he took her hand and placed a soft kiss upon it.
Prim smiled and stood. "Dance with me?" she asked with a 'please' smile.
Klaus couldn't say no to that and he rose to his feet. Alas, they didn't make it to the dance floor before he heard something.
Prim looked worried. "What is it?" Her question soon got an answer as the club was soon being shot up by the police using wooden bullets. Almost everyone in the club screamed and ran as a result.
"He's here," Klaus stated and even though he didn't know it, Prim knew exactly who Klaus was referring to.
"Get out of here, Klaus. Go," Prim urged, pushing him along.
Klaus held out his hand for her. "Come with us."
"I'll hold you back. Go!" Prim pushed him harder with tears in her eyes as she watched Klaus retrieve his sister and compel Stefan to forget everything that involved him and Rebekah.
The compulsion stuck with Stefan and he saw Primrose coming over to him. He didn't let her speak before saying, "You should get out of here."
Chicago, 'Present Day'
Stefan chuckled because he almost couldn't believe it. "Emery was right. You compelled me to forget."
"It was time for Rebekah and I to move on. Better to have a clean slate," Klaus replied in an almost solemn manner.
"But why?" Emery asked, tired of just listening. "You shouldn't have to cover your tracks."
Stefan picked up from there. "Unless...you're running from someone.
Klaus looked at both of them firmly. "Storytime's over."
Emery shook her head with a sigh then spotted Damon over at the entrance. She saw that Stefan had seen him too, so she stood and put her hand on Stefan's shoulder. She had an idea to get them out of there. "I don't know about you, but I'm tired of stories anyway. So, how about you take advantage of Klaus' gift and have a little fun with me?"
Klaus had a 'get on with it' look on his face as he waved his hand.
Since Stefan had caught onto her plan, he finished his drink and said "Why not." Stefan wrapped his arm around Emery and guided her away from the bar. Once they were far enough away, he asked, "Was sex the only thing you could come up with?"
"I didn't hear anything better coming out of your mouth," Emery retorted as they walked outside.
Once they were out there, Stefan dealt with Damon. He pushed him into a car and exclaimed, "What is wrong with you?!"
Damon pushed him off as he shouted "What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you! You kill Andie one day, save me the next. What are you, Stefan? Good, Bad? Pick one."
Stefan didn't say anything about that and just pointed back to Emery. "Take Emery and get her out of Chicago."
Emery crossed her arms with a scoff. "I'm not going anywhere until you're away from Klaus, checked into vampire rehab and handcuffed to the wagon."
Stefan looked back to her and said, "Blair isn't going to leave without you, so you're going to go."
"Blair's here?" Emery asked in shock. "Wait...was she in the closet? Is that what you were going to tell me?!"
"Emery," Blair called out as she and Amy came into view and ran over to her sister. They shared a tight embrace and didn't want to let each other go. "I'm so sorry," Blair repeatedly whispered over and over.
"It's okay, I'm fine," Emery had to repeat in order to get Blair to understand.
"Blair, you shouldn't be here," Stefan said firmly. "Klaus already knows you were Marie. What do you think he's gonna do when he finds out you were Primrose, too?"
"I'm not leaving without Emery," Blair made that perfectly clear.
"Well, I'm not leaving without Stefan," Emery retorted.
Amy rubbed her temples and muttered "I'm not drunk enough for this."
Emery heard that and said, "None of us are ever drunk enough for this."
After Chris told Liz everything he knew, it didn't take long for Liz to find out who Carol Lockwood called. Just in case Vivian was directly involved as well, she couldn't very well go alone, so she brought Chris along with her. With the condition that he didn't say a word to Caroline about who he was. The last thing Chris wanted to do was turn her world upside down, so he agreed.
They waited until sun down to be on the safe side and went to the Forbes family's vampire holding cell. As soon as Bill left the room that was holding Caroline, Liz stood at the stop of the spiral staircase and held her gun aimed at him.
"Liz," Bill pleaded. "Let me do this. Not because she's a monster, but because we love her."
Liz wasn't going to let him cause her daughter any more harm. "Chris," she called out, since he was currently out of sight.
Chris appeared and quickly went down the stairs. Bill looked at him in disgust and scoffed as such. "You're not going in there." Bill made that quite clear but Liz had other ideas.
Liz fired a shot past Bill to make her own point. "Go ahead, Chris."
Chris, to add a little something of his own, flashed his golden eyes at Bill and proceeded to go into the other room. Seeing Caroline chained to the chair was wounds that weren't healing made him so angry. His anger didn't matter, Caroline was the priority.
"Chris?" Caroline asked weakly, surprised that he was there.
"It's okay, Musketeer. Your mom and I are going to get you out of here," he replied as he snapped off the restraints.
"My ring...my ring." She slowly gestured to the area of the floor her ring had been thrown to.
Chris quickly found it and put it back on her finger. "I got you," he whispered and as carefully as he could, he scooped his sister up into his arms to get her the hell out of there.
While the group was dealing with things outside, Damon went back into the bar and took a seat next to Klaus at closing time.
Klaus picked up his drink as he said, "Looks like they've opened the doors to the riff raff now."
Damon sighed, "Oh, honey, I've been called worse."
Klaus chuckled as he spun around a little umbrella in his hand. "You don't give up, do you?"
Damon's terms were clear and simple. "Give me my brother and Emery back and you'll never have to see me again."
Klaus moved his head back and forth a little as he said, "Well, I am torn. You see, I promised Stefan I wouldn't let you die, but how many freebies did I really sign up for? And clearly you want to die, otherwise you wouldn't be here, so..."
Damon gestured his hand in an 'oh well' way before saying "What can I say? I'm a thrill seeker."
Klaus smirked before instantly placing his hand on Damon's throat and gripped tightly, lifting him up in the air. After a bone snapped, he said "Oh, dear, what was that?" Klaus held up the toothpick umbrella as he said, "Now, I'm a little boozy, so you'll have to forgive me if I miss the heart the first few times."
Klaus drove the toothpick into Damon's side and upon hearing the groan, he said "Nope, that's not it." He stabbed him with it again and grinned, "Oh, almost." As Klaus moved it towards his heart, Damon spoke.
"You want a partner in crime? Forget Stefan," Damon said with a groaning breathlessness. "I'm so much more fun."
Klaus didn't like that idea and threw Damon back into some tables, breaking them. He snapped off a chair leg and went over to the Salvatore. "You won't be any fun after you're dead."
Gloria appeared at that moment and ignited the stake in Klaus' hands.
Klaus winced and threw it down. "Really?" he asked her, unamused.
"Not in my bar," she stated clearly, pointing to the door. "You take it outside." Gloria was acting as if this was just your run of the mill bar brawl.
Klaus turned his attention back to Damon. "You don't have to negotiate your brother's freedom. When I'm done with him, he won't want to go back. And as far as Emery goes, I highly doubt she'd go anywhere without him."
Amy took off after a failed attempt with Stefan, leaving Blair in Damon's car. She held onto Elena's pendant and whispered, "I'm sorry." She wasn't able to convince Stefan to leave, nor was she able to get Emery to leave without him. Blair felt like a complete and utter failure.
When Damon returned to the car, she said to him "You lived."
"You okay?" he asked in reply.
"I'm tired of people asking me that and having to lie to them," was her answer.
"You don't have to lie to me," Damon assured.
Blair looked at him and shook her head. "No, I'm not okay. I'm not going to be okay until Emery is safe and Klaus is dead. So please, just drive."
Damon wanted to say something, but didn't. He just kept his mouth shut and put the car into gear.
After Caroline was brought home and she finished off another blood bag, she finally asked her mom "Why was Chris with you? I didn't realize you guys knew each other."
Liz adjusted herself as she sat on Caroline's bed and said, "Sweetie...we need to talk."
Caroline looked worried. "About what? What's going on?"
Liz took Caroline's hand and said, "Do you remember when I told you about your big brother, how he and his friend died before when you were a baby." Liz's voice was breaking at this point. "The founding families have passed down beliefs for generations and taught us to never sway from them so..."
Caroline sat up a bit to ask, "Mom, what are saying?"
"Bill wasn't his father. I was pregnant when I met Bill and..." Liz closed her eyes to try and get this out and to make sense. "Your brother didn't die, Caroline. His friend did and he tried to save him but he didn't and that triggered his curse. The council would have killed him so I made a deal with Vivian Alden and..."
Caroline shook her head and placed her hands on the sides of it. "Wait...WAIT! Are you telling me...are you telling me that werewolf Chris is my brother?!"
Liz nodded. "Yes, Caroline...he is."
As if on cue, Chris appeared in the doorway. Seeing their reactions, he awkwardly said "Uh...I should go."
Caroline pointed at him. "Wait right there, mister! I have questions and I want answers...now."
Chris looked at Liz with an 'I hope you know what you're doing' look before walking into the room, saying, "Shoot."
Klaus went back to the warehouse and found Rebekah's empty coffin and the body of the dead security guard. In a 'come out, come out, wherever you are' tone he said, "Rebekah...it's your big brother. Where are you?"
Rebekah answered by charging towards him and drove the Dagger into his chest, exclaiming "Go to hell, Nik!"
Chicago, 1920's
Klaus prepared a vehicle as he said, "Hurry up, Rebekah. Let's go."
Rebekah didn't move a muscle. "They'll be here any second."
Klaus walked over to her, saying "Do you want to die? We've been found. We need to move."
"Not without Stefan or Primrose!" she retorted.
Klaus sighed. "They're not coming. We have to disappear. They'll draw too much attention. Prim understood this."
When he didn't mention Stefan, she asked "What did you do?"
He didn't answer and grabbed onto Rebekah's arm. "Come along. We don't have time for one of your tantrums."
Rebekah yanked her arm away. "I don't want to run anymore, Nik! All we do is run! I want to be with Stefan and I know you want to be with Primrose! Why can't we?!"
Klaus was starting to lose his patience with his sister. "This is not about me and Prim. This is about you and Stefan. You want to be with him, fine. Choose. Him or me?" When she didn't answer, he thought she had chosen him. "That's what I thought," he said as he walked back to the vehicle. "Now get in the truck, let's go."
Rebekah tearfully took a deep breath as she said, "Goodbye, Nik."
Without giving it a second's thought, Klaus sped in front of Rebekah and drove the Dagger into her heart.
Chicago, 'Present Day'
Klaus pulled the Dagger from his chest and dropped it to the floor. "Don't pout. You knew it wouldn't kill me."
Rebekah scowled. "Yeah, but I was hoping it would hurt more."
"I understand that you're upset with me, Rebekah," Klaus said as he walked with her, "so I'm going to let that go. Just this once." Klaus placed his hand on her shoulder to stop her and grinned, "Brought you a little peace offering." Looking over to the door, he said, "You can come in."
Emery stayed out of sight as Stefan walked into view.
Rebekah gasped. "Stefan?"
Klaus went over to him and compelled, "Now, you remember." Once the compulsion was done, he said, "Come out, Pup. I want you to see this.
Emery wasn't sure what to expect as she stepped into view and watched as Stefan's memories started to flood back.
Stefan looked at Rebekah and recognized her. "Rebekah..." He then turned around to look at Stefan and remembered him as well. "I remember you...we were friends."
"We are friends," Klaus retorted and placed his hand on Stefan's shoulder. Looking over to Rebekah, he said, "And now the reason you're here." He continued to speak as he walked over to his sister. "Gloria tells me you know how to contact the Original witch."
"The Original witch?" Rebekah scoffed.
Klaus ignored that and questioned her. "What do you have that Gloria needs?"
Rebekah was going to answer by showing him, but when she placed her hand on her chest it wasn't there. "Where's my necklace?" she glared at her brother as she continued, "What did you do with it? I never take it off!"
"I don't know. I didn't touch it," Klaus replied.
Rebekah couldn't believe this was happening. "We need to find it Nik, now! I want it back!"
Klaus grabbed onto his sister's shoulders and shouted, "Tell me that's not what she needs, Rebekah!"
That necklace was what they needed. He needed the necklace she dropped back in the 1920's and they didn't know it...but it was now the necklace that hung around Blair's neck.
Chicago, 1920's
Katherine and Andrea had been in Gloria's when the raid went down. They were out of sight, but still there. While the police were confiscating the alcohol in the place, the ladies walked out onto the dance floor. "That's pretty," Andrea said when she saw the pendant on the floor. She was about to pick it up but Stefan was approaching so Katherine grabbed hold of her and they sped out of sight.
"You should get out of here, Primrose," Stefan said as they walked.
"And go where?" Prim asked with a laugh. "My husband is dead, thank you for that, but I have nowhere else to go."
Stefan stopped walking when he spotted the pendant on the floor. He crouched down and picked it up, planning on keeping it though he didn't know why.
"Hello," a man's voice said from behind them. "Chicago PD."
Primrose gasped when she saw who it was. "Let's go," she pleaded, grabbing onto Stefan's arm.
"I'm not afraid of him," Stefan replied, getting into the man's face.
"I'm not here for you," he replied and turned around a sketch of Klaus and Rebekah. "Have you seen this two?"
Stefan looked at the picture and shook his head as he said, "I've never seen them before in my life." Prim shakily did the same.
"Wrap it up boys, we're through here," the man said then walked away.
"I'll meet up with you at your place," Prim said softly because she wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Prim ran out of there and was about to turn the corner when the man appeared in front of her. She almost screamed because of it.
"You know where they are, don't you, girl?" he said to her firmly.
"Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you," Prim shot back.
The man gripped his hand around her throat and squeezed. "Where are they, girl?"
Primrose wasn't going to betray them, she couldn't. Tatia wouldn't allow it. In fact, she invited death. "Just kill me. Or are you too huglausi?"
The man recognized that word from the old language and believed this woman to be of some sort of witch, so he snapped her neck and sped away before her body even hit the ground.
End Episode 3
A/N: Thanks for your help writing buddy!
