"That blonde baby-vamp is a hybrid? Not bloody likely!" Rebekah snapped, giving her brother an incredulous look.

"Rebekah is correct, Niklaus. What you suggest is an impossibility. And let's not forget, we were all there with you as you attempted to make more hybrids, and we all watched one after another perish." Elijah, who had joined them sooner than expected, and always the voice of reason, pointed out.

"Yes, but those were werewolves, Caroline hadn't ativated the curse at the time of her transition."

Rebekah snorted, and looked disbelievingly towards the door behind which the blonde vampire they were discussing was currently staying.

"She's a bloody vampire Nik, and you want to convince me that she hadn't killed anyone before the night of your ritual? I find that hard to believe."

"According to her friends, she had some close calls, but it is the truth. Gretha was the first life Caroline took."

"Again, Niklaus, must I remind you the length in which our mother went to prevent you from becoming what you now are? Do you really believe, that a witch of Esther's power, would not ensure such an occurence could never happen again?"

Surprisingly, at that point, it was Kol who spoke up, and even more surprisingly, his words were ones to ponder.

"Witches are about maintaining the balance, Elijah, and their magic are drawn from the earth. Don't you think, that if there is such a thing as cosmic balance, that nature's magic wouldn't take precautions of its own?"

Rebekah studied her brothers, all of them, and she contemplated Kol's words. It was true what he said, all of it, but she still found it hard to believe.

"Well, even if you make a good point, Kol, what sort of balance does Caroline represent?"

"Think about it, Bekah. If what Nik suspects is true, then that would make Caroline Forbes the sole individual on the planet who is exactly like him, and does not answer to him. Every other hybrid our brother has made up until this point, with a little help from the doppleganger of course, is sired to him. Essentially, they are nothing but his slaves. Caroline, is not. Granted, the only thing that can kill Nik is a white oak stake, and Caroline is likely vulnerable to any stake, but other than that, she is and forever will be, his equal."

Oh wasn't that just grand. Nature and it's bloody loopholes, always fixing to keep things balanced.

"Fine then, let's for arguement's sake say that you're correct about her. I still refuse to believe that in a millennia there hasn't been another vampire with the werewolf gene in existence, why did none of them become hybrids?"

"Again, Bekah, balance. I have a theory, and I'll admit it has some holes, but perhaps with all of them, the werewolf gene was expelled the second they transitioned into vampires. With Caroline, the only reason the werewolf curse was activated was because nature made it so. Magic is everywhere, in everything, and you need to think of it as a living concientious being. It recognized it was only a matter of time before Nik managed to break mother's spell, and so it took the necessary precautions, so to speak."

God, Rebekah really hated it when Kol, of all people, made sense.

"So what," she demanded, not liking any of this one bit, "that baby hybrid, if that's what she even is, is supposed to be some sort of weapon against Nik?"

"Not a weapon," Elijah said thoughtfully, looking from the door harboring the young woman at the center of their conversation, to his brother who had been unusually quiet throughout their whole discussion, "an anchor of sorts. A counter balance if you will. Think of Nik as the dark, miss Forbes as the light, two pieces that balance each other out."

"Are you actually suggesting, brother, that nature created Caroline for Nik?"

The thought was ludicrous, but for the first time since meeting the baby immortal, Rebekah actually felt something other than disdain for the other girl. She'd lived a millennia practically under her brother's thumb, knowing the threat of getting daggered and thrown in a coffin for centuries was only one argument away. To actually be made for him? Rebekah couldn't even begin to imagine such a curse.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here," Kol spoke up, carefully eyeing Niklaus, and it hit Rebekah then that Klaus had barely spoken a word throughout all of this. Highly unusual seeing as he always had something to say about everything.

"Well, what exactly is your plan here, big brother? You crossed the pond for your little hybrid, and I don't it was only to tell her she was free of your wrath."

"Yes, Niklaus," Elijah murmured, also studying their brother intensely, "what exactly is your plan for miss Forbes?"

Before Klaus had a chance to respond, they all stilled as they heard a strange noise from Caroline's room, a noise that had them all moving towards her room in a flash.

Nik was the one to enter the room first, only to find it bloody empty. The window was wedged open, and the sound they'd heard was from a lamp that had been knocked to the floor, likely as a result of the wind blowing into the room. The little wench had escaped out the window, and they'd all been too busy discussing her to realize what she was up to.

"Isn't this fantastic?" Rebekah drawled, glaring at the window, hating the thought of having to chase down a baby anything in bloody London of all places.

"Find her." Nik ordered firmly, turning to face all his siblings.

"Once we have her, I'll tell you all about my plan."

It was typical, just freaking great. Good job, Caroline, excellent work!

First, she ruined his stupid ritual and went on the run with freaking Katherine Pierce - the woman who literally killed her - for three months. Then, when Katherine stabbed her in the back and she was faced with the guy who - she'd thought at the time - wanted to put her through an eternity of misery, she hadn't jumped at the chance to go back to Mystic Falls when he told her she was "free", or whatever. No, nope, not Caroline Forbes.

Nooo, she had to jump into bed with the guy. Throw caution to the wind and damn all the consequences, just live her life how she wanted, when she wanted, with who she wanted. But of course, she should have known better, because Klaus Mikaelson had taken charge of her life in less than twenty-four hours. Her apartment was sold, money in her bank (or it would be in a few days), and she was staying with him for a while. She snorted, as if!

And then, she'd heard it, heard him talking to his siblings after she'd been sent to her freaking room, like come on! What the hell? She was a vampire for crying out loud, with the enhanced senses that came with it, and it wasn't like a small door and thin walls was going to keep her from hearing their conversation about her. About the fact Klaus thought she was like him, a hybrid, which she was not.

She'd killed people before Gretha. There was that guy at the carneval, the one Bonnie liked, she'd drained him dry and then Damon tried to kill her, but Elena stopped him. And then there was the time her mom and her deputies were torturing (planning to kill) Stefan and Damon, and she'd torn out at least three jugulars then. So there was no way she could be a hybrid, it just didn't make sense, and him saying that her friends had told him that Caroline only had "a few close calls" was bullshit.

Bonnie had been furious with Caroline for what she did, and Elena had begged her to stop her mom and her stupid deputies, so there was just no way any of it could be true.

Focus, Caroline! Her brain screamed and she took a breath, took in her surroundings and started to think. She was a vampire being hunted by the family of original vampires - and a hybrid - on her own in London. She could become a ghost, compell her way through the city and find a way out of there, but there was no way she was going back to Mystic Falls. If she did make it out before they caught up to her, the first place they'd look would be her home town, and she wasn't that stupid, no matter what Damon may think of her.

No, there was only one option for it really. WWKPD, what would Katherine Pierce do?

And the answer to that was simple, it was a plan with two parts; run and disappear.

Easy enough, right?

Right...