Bonnie's POV
"No, I am not letting that happen again. I could have killed her! And what about Damon? He probably hates me."
I heard my voice breaking up as I stood in front of Qetsiyah. Her bored expression seemed to never change.
I had made a mistake, and I knew that now, but I was afraid it was too late. I had done what I needed to do for Qetsiyah, but now I was afraid of what I had really done. She had weaved a tale of love and tragedy to get me to help her, but now it seemed as if everything she had said was a lie.
"Bonnie, I'm only going to say this once: You let happen whatever I tell you to let happen. You gave up your free will to me. You will do as I say, and if you refuse, I'll just make you. We are almost done here. I will not let you shit on the rest of these plans of mine. I will never get another chance. Are we clear?"
I refused to look Qetsiyah in the eye. Suddenly, I felt a vice grip on my throat as Qetsiyah's hand slid up toward my chin. I was now looking eye-to-eye wit her. Fire seemed to surround her irises.
"Are we clear?" She asked again; her calm voice sending a cold shock down my spine. At this point in time, I was scared to even swallow. Instead of attempting a verbal response, I just nodded in the affirmative, and she let my throat unceremoniously go. I softly touched the base of my neck with delicate fingers as I breathed in and out deeply.
"I just—I can't hurt my friends again. What if Klaus hadn't found Caroline in time? She would be dead." My words sounded panicked even to my ears.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I know what I'm doing, Bonnie? I have this all under control. Everything is going according to plan. Just a few more keys to put into place, and I will finally have Silas back in my arms."
The gleeful, almost insane, look on Qetsiyah's face left no room for questions. I simply listened intently as she began to go over the rest of the plan.
No one could save me now; not even me.
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Caroline's POV
"Did you cook all this, Caroline?"
I looked in awe at all the food my mom was gesturing to. I hadn't even realized I had cooked it all until now.
"I—Yeah, I guess I did." My eyes roamed over the breakfast buffet that currently sat in a giant spread on our kitchen island. I could remember cooking, but it seemed like I had been watching myself do the cooking.
Ever since Tyler attacked me this last time, that feeling happened a lot. There were so many things I had done, but when I looked back, it either felt like someone else had done the tasks or I had somehow watched myself complete them like it had been an out of body experience. This morning was no different. I had no recollection of making any of the food my mother was currently digging into.
As I watched my mom get a forkful of a strawberry crepe, I realized I had done it again. I had never made crepes in my life. How had I mastered them this morning?
"These taste amazing, Care. I wish I had known you were cooking breakfast. I would have gotten up earlier to have more time to eat!" I watched as my mom spun around to place her plate in the sink.
Suddenly, she was in my arms before I realized what was happening. If I was human, my heart beat could have killed me. What had I done?
"Clumsy me! Thanks for catching me. I didn't realize you were standing so close. I guess I moved a little too fast."
I had seen my mom falling in slow motion. Her left temple was headed straight toward the edge of our stainless-steel sink. I couldn't let that happen and risk her blood being spilled and my face transforming. I also didn't want her getting hurt either.
In the few weeks that have followed my attack, I have learned a lot of self-control from Rebekah. Oddly enough, she had a lot of patience and knew how to calm me down when I was getting a bit on the eccentric side. We were becoming fast friends, and I couldn't shake the feeling I had known someone like her before.
"No problem, Mom. Are you sure you're okay? You've been having a lot of dizzy spells recently."
"Oh, don't be silly. It's only been once or twice."
"Three. You've had a dizzy spell three times in the last week. Maybe you should go to the doctor and just check on things."
"Hey, who's the mother here?" My mom smirked to confirm she was joking as she placed her hand lightly on my cheek. "I'm as healthy as a horse, Care. Don't worry about me." She moved her hand as she began to walk toward our foyer and put on her jacket. I followed her as she carried on conversation.
"You have more important things to worry about; like your outfit for the Mystic Falls block party on Saturday." My mom laughed as I rolled my eyes and hugged her good bye as she left for her workday.
She was right, though. The Mystic Falls annual block party was one of the biggest events of the year. Everyone would be there.
Including Tyler.
Mom had already confirmed with Carol that Tyler had made it in safely and would be coming to the block party in absence of his father.
Of course, she had no idea of what was really going on between all the supernaturals in the town. After attacking me, Tyler had a target on his back.
Klaus Mikaelson had saved my life that night, and I was thankful for him doing so, but since that day at his home, we hadn't really had time to talk about what happened, or what was now happening. I had no idea what his feelings were toward Tyler, and the thought of them seeing each other put my stomach in knots. I feared for what could happen. Klaus was an intense man, and he seemed to fight for what he wanted.
Something told me that I was one of the things he wanted.
The few times I had been to the Mikaelson house were strange. It almost felt like everyone was in on some secret joke except me, and at times, it even felt like I was being watched, but when I looked around it was just Rebekah and me. I couldn't help but think it was Klaus that was watching, but why? What about me intrigued him so much? To be honest, I couldn't see myself even being his type. In fact, I saw myself as someone who would repel him; just as I had seemed to repel everyone else.
Klaus's POV
"I know I said it would be nice if we baked something for the block party, but I was thinking a cake or even some weird berry pie." Rebekah motioned to the baguette of bread that was perched on a cooling rack on top of our kitchen island. "Not this."
"It's all a part of the plan, dear little sister."
"Since when has baking bread like a 70-year-old cat lady been a part of the plan?" Rebekah went to touch the baguette, but I shooed her hand away.
"Since I realized it's probably one of the only parts of this plan that will work."
"Are we talking about the same plan? Like, the Make-Caroline-Remember plan? Or is there another plan I don't know about?"
"Oh, don't be silly, Rebekah. This is still the original plan." I grabbed a knife from the knife block on the counter and went to work with cutting pieces of the baguette and plating them so people could grab slices easily. "I've just added in two factors: olfactory memory and taste memory."
Rebekah looked at me with a confused expression.
"Was a lightbulb supposed to immediately go off in my head?" Rebekah raised an eyebrow as she began to look down at the bread I was currently wrapping up.
"Do you ever care to read a book? Or, I don't know, use this new thing they have out now called Google?"
"Not worth my time." Rebekah shrugged as she casually checked her nails. "So, are you going to explain what you're doing, or should I be worried I'm going to see you on some primetime baking competition on the cooking channel next week?"
I smiled slightly at my sister's humor. She'd never hear me admit to it but being here with her was actually quite nice. She was the one person in my family who seemed to understand me even though I was sure she didn't agree with most, if not all, of the things I had done. Regardless, she still had stuck by my side for centuries even as I daggered and un-daggered her.
Although, I couldn't help but wonder how much longer she'd stay. I tended to ruin every relationship I took the time to build, and for almost the last century, I had been trying to show Rebekah how far I was from the man she once knew.
But I knew in the back of her mind, she pictured me as the barbaric Niklaus who ripped apart villages, forced his way into positions of power, and eventually, murdered our entire family. I knew in her mind, she could never forget any of that; no matter how many times she said she had forgiven me.
"Olfactory memory and taste memory are, respectively, the memories of smell and taste. This bread is just no regular bread, Rebekah. It's the bread Caroline used to bake for special occasions. Holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, you name it. Apparently, it was supposed to be a clone of this bread her mother used to make, but according to her, she never got the taste just right. She would always say it was close enough, though, and then proceeded to happily eat it as we celebrated."
"So, you're hoping this loaf of bread is the answer to getting Caroline to remember? Aren't you just doing what I tried to do with the tea?"
"Yes, but I've noticed her memories are coming back to her here and there. This food item with a more significant history tied to it could be just the push she needs."
"And when exactly did you notice her memory coming back, Nik? As you were watching us from the shadows? Which, by the way, Caroline noticed."
"I—Okay I was curious. Lately, she seemed more like the Caroline I knew. I just had to be sure—"
"That her memory didn't get jogged when you weren't around. I know, Nik. I know. You have come a long way, dear brother. I will not ruin this for you." Rebekah walked around to where I had bagged up the bread and stuck out a hooked pinky just as she did when we were kids. "Always and forever?"
I hooked my pinky to hers.
"Always and forever."
A/N: Thanks to all that are reading, reviewing, following, and favoriting. I appreciate it so much. Just trying to keep Klaroline alive forever. Trying to decide if I want to start another Klaroline fic, or a Bamon one. I have a very soft spot for Bonnie Bennett. Don't worry. She won't remain the bad guy forever. ;)