"What do you mean you don't know me?" The blonde immediately got off of her, "It's Rebekah, Becky, Bex." she tried to remind, "Your best-friend."

"She doesn't remember, Rebekah."

"Why not?" she gasped as she realized, "Nik! Why did you compel her?"

"It was to keep her safe!"

"We could have brought her with us!"

"Well you chose Stefan so you got daggered!"

"So what?" Rebekah demanded, "We could have brought them both with us!"

"Guys!" Chantelle nearly yelled, "Stop arguing. Klaus, you have a hybrid problem, remember?"

"Right." Klaus sighed, "Rebekah. Gloria says you have something she needs to contact The Original Witch."

"The Original Witch?"

"Yes," Klaus said, "So, what is it that she needs?"

Rebekah reached up to her neck, and then ran over to the coffin she was previously in and rummaged through it, immediately knocking it over with a loud yell.

"It's gone."

"What are you talking about?"

"My necklace," Rebekah explained in a panic, "It's gone!"

"Rebekah, chill!" Chantelle exclaimed, "Maybe we can get Gloria to find it?"

"How? You can't track a necklace!"

"She can use you." Chantelle suggested, "You only wore it, what, a thousand years? What better connection than you?"

"Okay, then let's go."

"She can't go into town like that, Klaus!"

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Rebekah was genuinely confused.

"It's now the twenty-first century." Chantelle explained, motioning to her own outfit, "The style is so much different now than it was in the twenties."

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"Please tell me there is more to this dress."

"Unfortunately not." Chantelle called through the door, "Women wear things that are a lot shorter now, they basically wear nothing."

"This looks your style, Aria." Rebekah replied as she opened the door, "Try this on."

"No, we're not here for me."

"Oh, just try it on, love."

"Don't eavesdrop!" she scolded, "Stay out of my business, Klaus!"

"Seriously, try it on, girly." Rebekah grew curious, as Chantelle nodded and she helped her with the zipper of the black and material, "You're really mad at him, aren't you?"

"I guess," Chantelle muttered, "That's just me, though."

"That's understandable." Rebekah sighed, "Oh, I have to pee, but I'll be right back."

"Have fun." Chantelle called, "The bathrooms are also different."

"Oh, great!"

"Stefan!" Chantelle called after looking at herself in the mirror, "Stefan!" she heard movement and a knock on the door, "Stef?" the door cracked open and she pulled it open more, "Klaus? I called my brother, not you."

"He stepped out for some air." he explained, "Allow me?"

Chantelle hesitated, but slowly turned around, "Sure."

Klaus ran his hands up her waist until they landed at the zipper and he easily pulled it down, "Why are you so mad at me?"

"I just need time." she explained, as he wrapped his arm around her waist from behind, "I'm not cool yet."

He leaned down to her ear, "Take all the time you need." he whispered, "I'll be here."

Chantelle sucked in a breath as he exited the room. She paused before she started changing back into her regular clothes. She had her jeans on and was just finished pulling off her shirt when the door opened again.

"I heard your conversation with my brother." Rebekah sat down on the bench, "Why are you really so mad?"

"I have a very short fuse if you haven't noticed," she replied as she fixed the strap of her bra, "and I have no patience for people who lie to me."

"I know," Rebekah smiled, "You used to blow up on people all the time."

"I still can't believe that we knew each other." Chantelle huffed, as she pulled her shirt over her head and adjusted the bottom of it, "I'm sorry, but, I just don't believe it."

Rebekah looked to be in deep thought before she perked up, "You trusted me with one of your secrets."

"I highly doubt that." Chantelle raised her eyebrow, "I tell no one my secrets. No matter how much I trust them, my brothers don't even know and I trust them with my life. And I highly doubt I trusted you because I doubt we even really knew each other."

"You also told me that," Rebekah said, "You said you were making an exception for me."

Chantelle scoffed, "Okay."

"Nik!" Rebekah called as she grabbed the raven-haired woman's hand and pulled her out of the room, "I need to take Chantelle somewhere. She still doesn't believe us and I need to prove that it's true."

"Where are you going to take her?" Klaus asked, suspicion written across his face as he glanced between his sister and his raven-haired beauty.

"Please, Nik." Rebekah pleaded, "I need to make sure my best-friend knows that we're telling the truth!"

"I understand that, I don't understand why I can't join the both of you." He hummed, looking at his sister in question.

"It's a secret!" Rebekah reminded.

"Families don't keep secrets Rebekah. Need I remind you what happened the last time you kept secrets from me?" He asked rhetorically.

"It's not my secret," Rebekah huffed, "It's Aria's!"

"She's family too, is she not?"

"Am not!" Chantelle protested, "I am a Salvatore!"

"We loved each other Chantelle, of course you're family." Klaus pointed out.

"Again," Chantelle sighed in annoyance, "I don't believe you."

"You should love, I wouldn't lie to you." He said stubbornly.

She was consistent in her mindset, "I highly doubt that."

Klaus huffed, "Fine, but you're not taking her without me." He crossed his arms.

"Why not?" Rebekah huffed.

"Because, for all I know, you could both run off into the sunset together, leaving me stranded with a broody Salvatore."

"That's not gonna happen." Rebekah argued.

"How do I know you're not lying?" Klaus asked cautiously, "I still want to come."

"It's Chantelle's secret." Rebekah argued, "She is a fairly private person."

"I still want to come." He repeated, uncrossing his arms and stuffing them into his pockets.

Rebekah noticed that Chantelle was distracted and wasn't paying any mind to their conversation, "Why do you want to come so badly?"

"Because I don't trust you Rebekah." Klaus said, "No offense."

"What do you not trust me with?" she demanded, "I'm your sister!"

"I don't trust you with Chantelle!" He argued.

"She's my best-friend!" she was fairly offended by his statement, "Why don't you trust me with her?"

"I'm sorry Rebekah, I can't risk losing her when I just got her back." He replied quietly.

"There are things you don't know about her, Nik." Rebekah sighed softly, "She's stronger than anyone would think."

"How about we let Chantelle decide." He said eyebrows raising slightly as he turned to the Salvatore.

"She's talking to the store clerk." Rebekah said.

"Well we'll go get her then. I think the person that this is all about, deserves to decide what she wants to do with her life, does she not?"

"Fine." Rebekah smirked, "I already know what she's going to say."

"Do you now?" Klaus asked rhetorically making his way over to the Salvatore girl.

"Yes." she replied, "Yes I do."

Chantelle turned around after she had heard the last few words of their bickering, "What are you two arguing about?"

"You, my love. Would you rather me go with you and Rebekah, or stay with your brother?" He questioned.

"I'm not your love, we've been over this." Chantelle was confused, she had forgotten that Rebekah mentioned taking her somewhere, "And where are we going?"

"A place that only you and Rebekah need to know of." Klaus rolled his eyes, "Or so she says."

"Oh." Chantelle only grew curious, "Um, where is it?" she asked, "You know what? Don't tell me." she paused, "Just take me there. I doubt I ever told you about anything, just so we're clear."

"So I can come?" Klaus raised an eyebrow.

"No." she paused, "If it is true, and I doubt it is, it's one of my secrets that I don't want Stefan knowing about and-"

"And me." He finished, sighing softly, "Alright, go ahead, take her." He said turning to his sister.

"Ugh, finally!" Rebekah yelled excitedly, "Come on, Aria!"

Klaus huffed rolling his eyes at the two.

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"Why are we running?" Chantelle huffed as Rebekah dragged her across the streets.

"Can I not be excited?!" Rebekah laughed pulling her across the town, "Hurry!"

"I'm trying, I'm trying!" Chantelle didn't exactly understand what the blonde was so chipper about, but she followed anyway with a confused smile, "What's going on?"

"You're going to see! That we're telling the truth! That we did know you!" The Mikaelson girl smiled widely.

"I don't know what I could've possibly told you, but you seem certain of yourself!"

"I'm one hundred percent certain!" She grinned, continuing to drag her along.

"Apparently!" she paused, "Why does this place have so many roads?"

"Uh, to stop traffic? I don't know, I've been in a box for a while."

"You and me both." Chantelle muttered.

"You've been in a box?" Rebekah asked, coming to a stop "Here we are."

"Ah." Chantelle hummed, pretending to be oblivious, "What am I supposed to be looking at?"

"This is your secret, this is what you told me about, with complete and utter, trust."

She wiped off the wall where the key to entering the perimeter was, "Peligroso." she muttered as she pressed the palm of her right hand to the scanner, "3-11-1838." It opened, revealing a long hallway that they immediately walked down. Chantelle knowing her way and Rebekah following. Chantelle had taken the blonde through here one other time and that was when she told her of this secret.

"See? You know me, or, you knew me. I could never figure out why you wanted Liam Grant's name." she paused, "Until you showed me this." Rebekah said as she grabbed her hand, pulling her over to the wall, "How else would I have known about your family's wall?" she motioned to the wall with names all over it, "El muro de los asesinatos."

"The Wall Of Murders." Chantelle paused, "Pain travels through the family line until someone is ready to heal it in themselves. By going through-"

"-The agony of those in the process of healing, render in the power of those who have passed. " Rebekah recited, "That's what you told me when you first told me about this."

The blonde noticed Chantelle drag her finger along the side of the black wall behind her, "Now do you see? We knew you Aria." Rebekah said gently.

"Yeah, I guess you did." Chantelle sighed, "I'm sorry I didn't believe you, it was just a lot."

"I get it, I'd be the same." Rebekah nodded, placing a hand on her shoulder gently as they walked outside.

They heard a bang and a shot went off, hitting the blonde in the shoulder, and Chantelle reacted immediately, putting her arm around Rebekah's shoulder and forcing her down to the pavement with her.

"What the hell is that?" Rebekah groaned as she collided with the cement.

"Wooden bullets." Chantelle whispered in alarm, "Laced in vervain." She widened her eyes, "They're here."

"Who are?" Rebekah asked, hissing in pain as she tried to pull the bullet out, "Who's here?"

Chantelle tensed up at her questions and reached over, pulling the bullet out, "Don't worry about it."

"Don't worry about it?!" Rebekah whisper-yelled at the girl, "They just bloody shot me!"

Chantelle sighed, "I can trust you, right?"

"Yeah." She perked up slightly, her words being genuine, "I know you're wary of my brother, but you can trust me."

The Salvatore hesitated before she leaned over and whispered in her ear the secret she had kept for so long.

Rebekah gasped at the whispered revelation, turning back to look for whoever had shot her, a glare on her face.

And now the only ones who know Chantelle's big secret are those involved, and Rebekah.

"Listen, Rebekah, I'm trusting you, and I mean really trusting you," Chantelle paused, "not to tell anyone."

"I won't, I give you my word." She said, crossing her heart, "It's not my secret to tell, Chantelle."

"Good." she sighed, "If anyone found out about this, Klaus especially-"

"He would explode?" the blonde inquired, "Don't worry, he won't find out. Not from me."

"Exactly." Chantelle lightly smiled back, "Klaus would freak." Then she remembered, "Crap, they're still here, run!"

Rebekah jumped up with the Salvatore woman's help and the two girls bolted from the scene, not really watching where they were going, causing Rebekah to crash straight into the Salvatore brother, and Chantelle into Klaus, who instantly stopped her from falling.

"What's going on?" He asked hesitantly.

"Oh, nothing." Chantelle stuttered, "Were just running from...air."

"Yeah, scary thing you know, terrifying, it's this huge ball of...nothing." Rebekah said, steadying herself.

"Really? The air must be pretty fast judging by how fast you were running." Klaus crossed his arms.

Chantelle glanced over at Rebekah for help, "Uh-"

"Yeah! Quicker than any vampire I know Nik, would you believe it?" Rebekah asked.

"Yeah," Chantelle paused, "It was probably faster than all four of us combined..."

Stefan looked at her like she was crazy, "What the hell is going on?"

"We were running, playing hide and seek with a group of kids, we had to escape before it got too lethal." Rebekah mumbled.

"Hide and seek?" Stefan questions with a raised eyebrow, "I used to play that with my dead girlfriend and Chantelle used to yell at us for it." He looked at his sister, "You hate that game."

"Anything for the kids." Rebekah sucked in a breath, "...am I right?"

"Yep." Chantelle have her best fake smile, which actually looked fairly real, "Anything for the children."

The two males glanced at each other, knowing that neither of them were convinced but brushed it off anyway,

"Where were you going?" Rebekah asked.

"We were going to try and find you." Stefan said, "You've been gone for two hours."

"We- oh, I suppose we have." Rebekah muttered, before smiling "She trusts us now Nik! Aria trusts us!"

"Hey, I said I trust you, Rebekah." Chantelle paused the blonde's excitement, "I didn't say anything about him."

"Rebekah, a word please." Klaus said, not waiting for a response before dragging his sister across the street, "What the bloody hell is going on?" He hissed.

"Nothing!" She replied defensively, "We told you already. We were playing hide and seek with some random kids." She fake smiled, making it look real, "Anything for the children!"

"I'm not buying it. Something happened, and I want to know what." Klaus glared harshly at his sister, "Now."

"Nothing." Rebekah insisted, "Nik, it's nothing."

"Nothing, really? Exactly how fast were you both running? Why were your smiles so obviously fake? Why weren't you watching where you were going?" He asked question after question, "Hm?" when he didn't get answer, he spoke again, "Fine, I'll just have to talk to Chantelle about it." He muttered.

"What?" She panicked, "No! Don't do that! Do not talk to her!" She nearly yelled.

"Why not?" He asked innocently, "I don't see the problem, unless...you're hiding something from me." He suggested, raising an eyebrow at her.

"No, no..." Rebekah muttered, "We're not hiding anything."

"Then I should be able to talk to her, should I not?" He asked, smirking at her.

"Yeah," Rebekah sighed, "Yeah, I guess you could..."

"Fantastic, be a dear and grab your friend?"

"Fine." Rebekah huffed as she dragged her feet over to the Salvatore's, "Aria!"

MEANWHILE

The Salvatore's watched as Klaus dragged Rebekah across the currently vacant road, before looking at each other.

"Okay, they're gone!" Stefan sighed in relief, "What the hell is going on?"

"Why would you think something is going on?"

"Oh, great." Stefan huffed, "The old answering a question with a question strategy." He rolled his eyes, "I'm serious.

"So am I." She shot back, lips curving upwards in amusement.

"Chantelle, answer the question!" Stefan groaned.

"I did!" She defended, "I just told you. When Klaus was over here. Rebekah and I told you guys that we were running from a game of hide and seek with a bunch of random children."

"You hate hide and seek, you wouldn't play it, even if it was for a group of kids!" He exclaimed.

"You don't know that!" She raised her eyebrow, "Maybe I decided to be nice to children for once."

"I know my own sister, Chantelle, I'm not an idiot." Stefan frowned.

"I don't know." She had doubt in her voice, "Do we really know each other that well? I mean, we were separated for over ninety years." She said, "Before I came home, the last time I saw you was in the twenties."

"I still know you, we had all those years before then didn't we?"

"There were still separations of you, Damon and I of over ten to fifteen years." She reminded.

"I know, but if I didn't know you, how would I know you were lying?"

"That's a fair statement." Chantelle noticed the look her brother was giving her, "Look, Stef, if something was going on-I would tell you." She said, "You know that."

Stefan sighed, "Promise?" he asked gently.

"Of course." She hated that she had to lie to her own brother, her blood, but truly it was for his own good, "You have my word, brother."

"If you're sure." He murmured.

"I am." She said, "Always."

"Okay, fine." He sighed, "But why did you look so panicked when you two crashed into Klaus and I?"

"We were running from children." She smiled, "Those suckers are faster than I thought."

He lets out a laugh, "Yeah, I guess they are."

"Aria!" They heard as Rebekah dragged her feet over to them.

Chantelle turned her head at the blonde's voice, "Yes, Bekah?"

"Klaus wants to speak with you."

Chantelle tensed up slightly, "Why does he want to talk to me?"

"I don't know." Rebekah shrugged nonchalantly, "But I'm sure it's nothing major."

"Okay." She sighed, "See you in a minute, Stef." She hesitated as she walked across the street, "Klaus?"

"Hello, love." He greeted.

"Hello." She mumbled, "What did you want to talk about?"

"Just curious, what exactly were you doing?"

"Just now?'" She asked, "I was talking to Stefan."

"No, I know you were lying to us about the hide and seek game, you may have gotten away with it with your brother," he paused, "but I know you better than that Aria."

"You don't know me." She insisted, "You really don't."

"Oh but I did, I knew you Chantelle, hell I even loved you, so yes, I do know you." Klaus replied softly, "Now please tell me what's going on, you're worrying me."

"It's nothing, Klaus." She said, "Truly."

"Give me your word." he said crossing his arms.

She looked across the street, "Fine."

"No, I need you to say 'I give you my word.'" He said stubbornly.

She frowned, "You have it."

"Chantelle, I will cease to believe you until you say it!"

"Why?"

"Because! I want to know that your being honest with me," he looked directly at her, "give me your word."

"I already told you," she huffed, "you have it."

"I want you to say that i have your word, specifically," he said, "It's easy, 'you have my word', just say it."

"Why do you need it so badly?"

"Because then I'll know if you're really being honest, or just bluffing."

"So basically, you're saying you don't trust me?" She asked as she ran her newly manicured hand through her long hair and looked across the street, "Good to know."

"Oh, come on love, you don't trust me either." He fired back, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets.

"For good reasons, am I wrong?"

"No, but I don't trust you for a pretty good reason either." He said taking a step closer to her.

"Trust works both ways, Klaus."

"Then trust me, and I'll trust you." He pleaded with her.

She turned around slightly to look at her brother, who was listening intently to the blonde next to him.

Klaus waited for her reply, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

She took close to twenty seconds looking at her younger brother, "You have my word." She turned back around and looked at Klaus, sighing, "But know this: trust works both ways. I don't trust you. You don't trust me." She reminded, "We should probably keep things that way, because it's what's best for you and what's best for me."

Klaus swallowed, sighing softly, "It's what's best." He repeated dejectedly.

"Glad we can finally agree on something." she whispered harshly as she walked back across the street to join her brother and the blonde.