"Well isn't she pretty" Damon drawled where he stood by the window, looking over at the bed at the unconcious blonde that was cause of all his trouble lately.
"Hmm, yes she's a looker isn't she" Rebekah agreed as she lifted the girls arm, examining the wound on her wrist that should have been lethal, and yet she was breathing.
"Anyone care to take a guess on why she's still breathing?" Stefan walked into the room at that moment, a glass of water and a sewing-kit along with bandages in his hands.
"Maybe it's because she's linked to my brother" Rebekah suggested absently, but Elijah shook his head, his presence that of a protector where he stood watching over the girl he hoped was the key to his younger brothers redemption.
"The link is not yet strong enough for her to survive such a wound, there is something else keeping her alive. Stefan, you have what I asked?" nodding the younger vampire handed him the bandages and the sewing kit and stood off to the side as Elijah took the girls arm from Rebekah, inspecting the gash before he cleaned it and went to stitch it up with elegant sewtures.
"Then how is she still alive?" that seemed to be the question didn't it?
"Why are you stitching her up when we can just give her some blood and get it over with, it's not like it will kill her or anything." Again Elijah shook his head as he gently put her arm down on the bed and used a towel he'd gotten from the bathroom to wipe the blood of his hands.
"We cannot risk it, if she dies with vampire blood in her system she will turn and that is not a risk we can afford at the moment. Not with my brother lurking so close, make no mistake, my brother is hunting this girl with the intention of murder and we cannot allow that to happen."

They all knew what would happen if the girl died, a part of the original hybrids deteriorating soul would be forever lost, and this girl was the key to restoring his humanity whether they liked it or not.
"Are you sure about this 'Lijah, don't you think perhaps we're getting a little ahead of ourselves here? Even if Kol and Freya succeeds in attaining the spell, it is a still a slim possibility it will even work." Rebekah was right, there was a lot of key oponents to their plan that could not be compromized, the smallest mishap and it would all be over before it even began but Elijah had to remain hopeful because he refused to lose his brother again, that was simply not an option.
"We have no choice but to attempt it sister, none of us would like the outcome of what happens should we fail." And no one said anything because they all knew he was right.
"Maybe we should take this conversation downstairs, she'll be scared to wake up and find herself surrounded by four unfamiliar faces and might just decide to make a break for it. Like you said, we can't afford any mistakes at this point." Rebekah rolled her eyes, even if the girl did attempt to run, there was four of them and only one of her, however she was willing to play along for the time being. If this little blonde human was in fact the girl they had spent the past two centuries searching for, then she agreed that no harm could fall upon her, this human was officially the most well protected human being in the history of mankind.

Caroline came to with a groan, her head was pounding and her wrist was aching, but other than that she felt fine. What she couldn't understand was how the hell she'd gotten herself in bed and was that... had she stitched herself up without remembering having done it? No. She'd seen something before she passed out... a pair of leather boots, and voices, there had been several of them.

Pushing up in a sitting position she leaned back against the headboard of the bed and lifted her arm to inspect her wrist, the sutures were nice, almost professionally done and even if she had done them herself she would have never been able to make them look so nice. Absently one hand slid up to clutch at the necklace resting over her heart, she'd had for as long as she could remember. A gift for her baptism from one of her parents friends, a Sheila something, Bennett was it? She'd never met the woman, but as she got older her mom had made her promise never to take the thing off, to keep it with her at all times and Caroline never broke her promises. It was a silver chain with a black emerald shaped stone of some kind, kyanite she thought it was told.

Sighing she cracked her neck and stretched her arms above her head, wincing a little as the stitches grew taut against her skin, all in all she was doing pretty good. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed she placed her bare feet on the floor and gripped the edge of the bed, trying to remember exactly what she'd heard before she passed out. There had been at least three, maybe four voices, one was distinctly female but she was pretty sure the others were male. They'd been bickering about something, but what?

"Oh calm down brother, it's not like I'm going to eat her or anything" Carolines head snapped up at the sound of the approaching voice, definetely male and arrogant, and she didn't know how she knew but there was something very unsettlingly dangerous about that voice. Reaching for her duffle by the edge of the bed she pulled it softly towards her, rummaging through it quietly until she discovered what she'd been searching for. Crawling back into bed she pulled the covers up to her chin and closed her eyes, willing her rapid pulse to calm down enough for whoever was about to come into the room, to believe her to be sleeping.

Steps approaching the bed, a hand trailing along the edge of the bedframe, then a shadow fell over her and not giving it a second thought she rolled over to the other side of the bed and landed on the floor in a standing position. She had a gun trained on the tall male with the dark hair and penetrating gaze a second later, goosebumps raising as he grinned at her.
"Well, well, look who's awake" he mused and she flicked off the safety on the gun, an unfamiliar part of her brain whispering the word vampire.
"Stay right there" she ordered, her voice sounding strong and unaffected by his presence.
"Why aren't you the brave one, but see honey, that little gun of yours won't hurt me." So fast she didn't have a chance of seeing it, he was right in front of her, his hand on the gun and before he could wrench it away she pulled the trigger and he groaned as he staggered back and fell down on the bed. Not giving him a chance to rise she fired another round, taking a few steps back in the process.
"Son of a bitch!" he growled as he stared down at his chest.
"Vervain?" he all but hissed the words and before she could reply the gun was taken from her hands and she sucked in a breath as the room was suddenly filled with three more people. Vampires that voice said again and she swallowed as she backed up, her eyes shifting between the four of them, gauging the gap to the door to see if she could make a break for it. Her chances were slim given how fast they were, either one of them could kill her before she had so much as taken a step, the fact that one of them had taken the time to stitch her up told her they didn't want her dead, but she couldn't be sure.

"Damon, you okay?" the vampire on the bed grunted a reply as he dug out the bullets she'd planted in him, a murderous look in his eyes that had her narrowing her own, if he wanted to kill her then he could go ahead, but she damn well wasn't going down without a fight.
"The bullets are laced with vervain" Damon muttered as he flicked the second bullet onto the floor and suddenly four pair of eyes was trained on her.
"The fact that you know that means you're a vampire" she said calmly glaring at him, daring him to object when they both knew it was true.
"And how do you know about vampires?" turning her gaze to the female voice she locked eyes with the tall blonde, she was polished from head to toe, the way Caroline had been polished before circumstances changed and she'd been forced to change.
"This isn't my first run-in with your kind" she said with a sigh and slid down the wall to wrap her hands around her raised knees.
"So what now? You going to kill me?" Another male, the one with the pristine suit stepped forward and reached out a hand, she eyed it and him cautiously before accepting it and allowing him to pull her to her feet.
"I assure we have no such intentions miss..." swallowing she retracted her hand and folded both arms across her chest.
"Caroline" she said and he smiled at her, and she had a startling realization that while this may well be the most dangerous of them all, he meant her no harm.
"Pleasure to make your aquaintance Caroline, I am Elijah Mikaelson. This is my sister Rebekah, and these two gentlemen are Stefan and Damon Salvatore" she blinked as that last name settled in.
"As in Salvatore-boardinghouse?"
"Would you look at that, she has a brain" Caroline smothered the urge to go for Damon's throat, not that she'd be able to do much harm, but the prick was really getting on her nerves.
"So I broke into a vampires nest, freaking great" she muttered and the four of the exchanged curious glances.
"Did you just say vampires nest?" huffing she glared at the idiot she was itching to shoot again.
"Have you never seen Supernatural? What else am I supposed to think, huh? I pass out after cutting myself making breakfast and wake up to find myself trapped in the house with four vampires, and if you're thinking about feeding from me, don't bother. I drink vervain regularly and inject myself with dead mans blood, a girl can never be too careful these days."

Rebekah stared at her like she was something a magician had pulled out of his hat and for every second she was getting more and more aggravated, her temper rising to a point where she knew it was only a matter of time before she lashed out at someone.
"Did you just say dead mans blood?" turning around she threw up her arms in exasperation and stalked over to stand in Damon's face.
"Seriously, are you a parrot or something?! Repeating everything I say!" without thinking she pushed hard against his chest and was shocked when he flew across the bed and hit the wall by the window with a resounding crash. Staring blankly down at her hands, she swallowed and stumbled back, what was happening to her?
"You didn't turn me, did you?" her voice was barely above a whisper, her entire world crumbling around her to so much dust it was hard to breathe.
"That's it blondie" Damon snapped and went for her, acting on instinct when he came toward her she reached out and snapped his neck like it was nothing, his body crumpling to the ground by her feet and then she was pretty sure she was hyperventilating.

"Oh my god, you did, didn't you? You turned me! This can't be happening, I can't be a vampire, I can't be" rushing by the stunned vampires that was still standing she made it to the bathroom and gripped the sink tightly, staring at her own reflection in quiet terror as she opened her mouth to try and see if she could spot them. Nothing, no fangs or elongated teeth, but how was it possible?

Elijah stood staring in the direction of the bathroom, the door was open and he watched as Caroline turned her head from side to side and up and down, searching for incissors he knew she would not find.
"What the bloody hell is going on Elijah?" Rebekah demanded as she did the same, and he found himself considering the same thing, until the girl turned back around and he caught sight of the pendant around her neck.
"It would seem the girl is more than we could have imagined" he said quietly, suddenly aware that they were not the only ones with enhanced senses, not if his suspicions proved correct.
"Care to share with the rest of us?" Stefan said as he came to join them, arms folded he glanced back at his brother before his gaze shifted to the human girl who wasn't all that human it appeared.
"In a moment" was all Elijah said before he left them to go speak with Caroline when she looked at them with eyes filled with confusion and fear.

"What's happening to me?" her voice was close to a sob, tears threatening to spill from her eyes and when Elijah to her suprise pulled her into his arms in an embrace she didn't object. She was so scared that she'd take comfort from even a vampire, she had no idea what to do or what was going on, all she wanted was some answers.
"You are not a vampire Caroline, that much I can promise you. May I ask you a few questions?" sniffling as she pulled out of his embrace she nodded and leaned against him as he lead her back into the room and positioned her on the bed before kneeling down in front of her.
"How long have you had this necklace?" frowning she glanced down at the thing around her neck and wrapped one hand around it.
"Since I was a baby, it was a gift for my baptism."
"Do you know who gave it to you?" strange how she'd just remembered all of this earlier.
"Uhm, Sheila Bennet I think her name is, I've never met her but she was a friend of my parents. Why?" Elijah rubbed his jaw and rose to his feet again.
"Because, that pendant is not simply a necklace Caroline, it is a moonlight amulet. A magical amulet created to give a werewolf control over his or hers abilities without needing the full moon." Caroline blinked up at him, was he serious?

"She's a bloody werewolf?!" Rebekah snapped and Elijah raised a hand to silence her.
"Caroline, have you ever accidentally or purposely taken a life?" Caroline tensed up at the question and that right there was all the answer they needed.
"So," Rebekah murmured and looked down at Caroline with a calculating look, "the plot thickens."