A/N: Thank you so much for your awesome responses to the last chapter!
There are a few things that didn't make sense to me in canon, and I am trying to take advantage of a few of the plot holes in this story. If you follow my tumblr, you'll know that I've said repeatedly that parts of this story might make people angry. I was never exactly a fan of Elena, but I think that season four was when she truly became unlikeable, and this story takes place before that. Please keep that in mind :)
Thank you to Sophie, Wifey, and Laine for some beta-work and quick lookovers :)
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-Angie

Interstate 40 - Present

Caroline looked out the window as the scenery rolled by while they drove to Nashville from Virginia, determinedly ignoring the few attempts at conversation that Stefan had made. They had left in the early hours of the morning, as soon as Stefan had returned to Klaus's apartment, bag slung over his shoulder, looking miserable. Klaus had herded them to the car, whispering something Caroline couldn't hear to a minion before they left, and she watched said minion wheel Elijah's coffin into another car, which faded into the darkness driving in the opposite direction.

Caroline observed Stefan in the reflection of the rearview mirror, knowing that the other vampire was very, very close to turning his humanity off just to deal with the blood cravings again, but something was stopping him.

She had a feeling it was his love for the Elenaganger.

The girl was most likely still alive, though probably devastated that her brother had decided to sacrifice himself to keep her that way, and Caroline couldn't help but feel a bit of remorse. She had essentially teamed up with Elena's enemy, though there was no reason for her to go after Klaus now other than Stefan, especially since Elena didn't really seem like the revenge kind of girl.

Damon, from what she'd seen, definitely wouldn't say no to a little vengeance, but Caroline was confident that Stefan wouldn't allow it.

Either way, she'd heard the stories of the Ripper of Monterey from her father, and she knew that Stefan felt the remorse after every kill, but he was helpless to stop himself in the moment. He often called his brother impulsive, but Stefan definitely had his own difficulties with impulse control.

Caroline, honestly, had very little sympathy for him, mostly because she just didn't have the emotional bandwidth to deal with it. She was in a car with a man she'd promised her loyalty to for the foreseeable future in order to free her father, and she couldn't help but feel a bit terrified.

Tales of his cruelty had been pounded into her from practically the day Elijah took her in, and she had seen examples of it from his earlier behavior.

She wondered what she'd be required to do.

The way he'd looked at her hadn't sat well with her at all. His gaze had consumed her, had made her feel like an item on display that he wanted to buy. Or steal.

She would just accompany him until he figured out how to make his hybrids. That was all she'd agreed to. However, she couldn't help but acknowledge that there was a gut feeling unfurling in her stomach that there was something inherently wrong about their deal.

Klaus was a possessive man by nature, that much she knew, having heard stories from her father about the white oak daggers he used to keep his siblings close. She had agreed to go with him, to be loyal, and though Elijah thought of her as family, she knew that Klaus didn't see her that way.

She also remembered quite clearly the first conversation she'd ever had with Elijah about making deals with Klaus. Your word was binding. His? Only if he felt like it.

Would she be a possession? Relegated to a life in shackles of forced loyalty, her father's potential death hanging over her head?

Had she been foolish to make a deal when she knew that Klaus wouldn't really kill her father anyway?

Caroline was torn from her thoughts when she heard Klaus speak beside her. "There's a shopping center just off the highway in a few miles. Now that the shops have opened, we'll stop there to get you some clothing and some supplies before we continue. We should be able to reach Nashville by midday if we're quick."

Caroline felt her heart constrict when she remembered her father's playfully exasperated face only a few weeks before as he dutifully followed her around the mall in Richmond, but it gave her a much-needed jolt.

She'd forgotten that she had leverage.

Elijah loved her, and it would be a lot more work on Klaus's part when Elijah woke if he killed her. Klaus was patient, sure, but he liked the easy route if possible, and Caroline had a feeling that Klaus had a lot more in store for her than gaining her loyalty, mostly for the purpose of revenge on his brother.

The idea that he might use her to hurt Elijah made her sick to her stomach, but it did allow her some wiggle-room with her behavior.

"You've obviously never been shopping with me," Caroline said quietly, a quirk to her lips.

"It's a good thing you're not coming, then," Klaus said lightly.

"What do you mean?"

"Ah, come now, Caroline. Did you really think that I would allow you such a good opportunity to escape from me? To reach out for help? No. You'll stay in the car where you belong like a good girl, and I'll have some things brought back."

"Um, no. I don't trust your fashion sense," she said, trying to ignore the fact that he was treating her like a flight risk, instead letting her eyes rove pointedly across his outfit.

He seemed to take her gaze in a completely different way however, raising his eyebrow and smirking.

She blushed, looking away, and knew she'd lost all of her fleetingly-gained ground with him. Best to let him underestimate her, she thought a bit miserably, folding her hands in her lap. "Fine," she said quietly. "I'll stay in the car."

"Good. I'll have Maddox stay with you just to ensure there's no funny business," he said easily, turning off the highway without signalling, looking, or slowing down.

"Right," she said tightly, returning to gazing out the window.

Hopefully whatever he brought back wouldn't be horrible.

Or revealing.

Or...oh, god, he was going to pick out her underwear.

She resisted the urge to cover her face with her hands, instead glaring at the button that rolled down her window as though it had personally offended her, and she saw Klaus smirk in the corner of her eye as though he knew what she was thinking.

Bastard.

Mystic Falls, Virginia - Present

Elena sat slumped against the headboard of her bed, her eyes wide, chin tucked against her knees. The last twenty-four hours had been something of a non-stop nightmare, and though her eyes were open, all she could do was relive the events in her mind.

Jeremy was dead.

Her Aunt Jenna now knew what Elena had been carefully concealing from her, and the woman was now fluctuating between rage at how Elena could have kept this a secret, and blaming herself for not realizing that there was something so wrong going on right under her nose.

Stefan was off with Klaus after sacrificing himself for his brother, who had shut himself in his house with a bottle of bourbon and was refusing to come out.

Bonnie hadn't been seen, though Elena had a feeling that her best friend was going to throw herself into learning more about magic to distract herself.

And Elena? Well, she was alive, but knew things about her family history that she was almost sure she could have lived without learning.

She'd known that Katherine was her ancestor, but she'd been visited right before the ritual by her birth mother, Isobel, who had told her some things that Elena wasn't quite sure she believed, but had made so many things fall into place.

Doppelgangers are created by ancestry. If there was a chance of the line dying out, magic would intervene. There had been cases of her ancestors mysteriously recovering from deadly illnesses if they were the last in the line, or the women coincidentally falling pregnant just before they'd stopped being fertile.

The balance had to be kept.

Elena had already accepted that her life wasn't going to be normal (because doppelgangers, werewolves, witches, and vampires weren't exactly run-of-the-mill beings), but she'd thought that being a doppelganger was where it all stopped.

Apparently not.

It turned out that Katherine wasn't the first doppelganger (which she'd vaguely known, due to the Originals' background story), but that doppelganger wasn't the first one either.

The origin of the first doppelganger was something of a myth, the legend of Silas and his two lovers could be all a lie or could be gospel; no one knew.

The only sliver of truth, the only guaranteed to be accurate slice of that story was that Silas and his lovers, Amara and Qetsiyah, were witches. Travelers, to be exact.

Katherine had been one before she'd committed suicide and woken up a vampire. Her mysterious child had carried on the gene, and that mysterious child had passed that gene down the line.

Down to Elena.

She'd thought the heat and electricity crackling beneath her skin had been normal, especially since she'd never known any other way, but apparently she'd been wrong.

Isobel had made a very clear point of saying that Bonnie was far more powerful than Elena could ever hope to be, simply because Bennett witches were the most powerful of all, also descended from those with Traveler magic running through their veins.

Elena, though, despite the fact that she wasn't the most powerful of witches, remained a witch regardless.

Though Elena had what felt like thousands of questions, Isobel simply told her that she'd completed her task, had given her a soft smile, apologizing for staying away so long, and dropped her ring to the ground.

Elena had watched her birth mother scream as flames consumed her.

Elena's eyes moved from the floor to the ring, which sat on her dresser. She had picked it up when Isobel had been reduced to ashes, rationalizing that daylight rings were rare, and she should keep it since it might be useful.

She knew though, deep down, that really she just wanted something to remember the woman by.

Elena sighed, trying to prevent tears from swelling in her eyes. Her brother was gone, her boyfriend was gone, her life as she knew it was gone.

She let herself turn on her side, still curled up in the fetal position, and though the sun had long since risen, she let the lingering emotional exhaustion and physical weakness of being completely drained of blood for a few hours take her body over, and fell asleep.

Nashville, Tennessee - Present

Caroline glared at the shopping bags, which were sitting tauntingly on the comfortable-looking bed in the expensive hotel room. Klaus had told her that she had an hour to shower and change before they'd get some lunch.

She still wasn't sure whether he meant human food or humans as food, but she wasn't going to ask.

She had wrapped herself in the fluffy hotel bathrobe, toweling off her hair carefully and trying to will herself to open the shopping bags. She wasn't sure why she was so nervous, besides the obvious fear that she'd be walking around in disgusting floral patterns and unflatteringly-cut blouses. She pulled over a bag from an upscale department store and upturned it, a few folded dresses and blouses tumbling out. She bit her lip and rifled through them, selecting a nicely patterned and a surprisingly modestly-cut sundress before turning with some trepidation to the others, finding a matching pair of underthings (which, in her opinion, were much too lacy considering that she didn't have anyone she wanted to model them for).

She looked through her purse, huffing in irritation when she realized she didn't have her full arsenal of make-up, and applied what she could of what she normally used.

Once she'd brushed her hair, she let the robe drop to the floor and fastened the bra around he body, adjusting it, and turning to the side to make sure it didn't cut into her skin. She wasn't sure whether it was creepy or impressive that it fit perfectly.

She decided on creepy.

The Mystery of the Modestly-cut Sundress was solved as soon as she pulled it on.

The majority of the fabric was transparent as soon as she stepped into the light, and she gritted her teeth, annoyed that it looked very, very good. Who did this guy think he was, exactly?

She was about to pull it off to select a new dress, hoping that she'd have more luck, but the hotel door beeped and slammed open without warning.

"What the hell?" she shrieked, checking the clock, knowing she'd had about fifteen minutes to go before she was supposed to be ready.

Klaus shrugged as he walked through the doorway, stuffing his hands in his pockets, his eyes roving her body appreciatively. "My apologies."

"Get your perv eyes away from me," she snapped, grabbing the nearest shoe box and checking to see if the wedges inside matched her dress before slipping them on, refusing to show that she was even slightly uncomfortable.

"Why should I? You're beautiful."

"And you're creepy."

"Perhaps," he said with an uncaring shrug of his shoulders before offering his arm to her. "Shall we go?"

"Go where?"

"We have to pay a little visit to someone to see where, exactly, the werewolf pack is."

"And why am I coming with?"

Klaus gave her a dimpled smile that was all gleaming teeth. "You'll make a lovely distraction, sweetheart."

She marched past him, ignoring his offered arm, but he didn't seem too bothered by it when he matched her strides, walking beside her. She sped up, and he let her, lingering behind her as she walked, and he could feel his eyes on her body.

It was so incredibly wrong, she knew, feeling the heat burning under her skin as he stared, and she felt rage simmer up in her, because the situation was so completely ridiculous, and he was taking advantage of it.

He was attractive, but he was also evil, creepy, and absolutely vile, and she honestly had no interest in him because he was such a repulsive person. She needed to get this werewolf thing over with and help him make his goddamn army so that she could grab her father and get the fuck out of here.

If that meant letting him stare at her ass, whatever. It's not like people didn't do it every day, anyway.

She seethed silently on the drive to wherever they were going, Stefan still in the backseat, looking boredly out the window. "I'm going to need you to do something for me when we get there, love."

"Imagine that."

Klaus shot her a warning look, and she just shrugged, turning away.

"We're visiting someone who has a close relationship with the nearby werewolf colony. I'm going to need you to get access to their house."

"How am I supposed to do that?"

She could feel his eyes raking over her body, and she shifted uncomfortably, trying not to look at him. "I'm sure you'll find a way," he said quietly.

She fought down the shiver threatening to crawl up her spine, and she hoped that Klaus hadn't noticed, though there was a good chance that he had. She watched the trees go by as they drove down the highway before pulling off onto a paved street and then a rural dirt road.

They pulled over to the side of the highway, and Caroline made a face as Klaus opened the passenger door for her before she could herself. "I'll walk with you. It's only a mile or so that way," he said.

"I can walk myself."

"Fine then, love. Just make sure you get an invitation, and when you do, call me. I suspect that they'll be werewolves, so compulsion would be useless."

"Okay," she said, walking away as fast as possible.

She pretended not to notice how he stayed a step or two behind her, and stuffed her phone in her bra, running her hands through her hair to muss it up a bit, and walking to the front door of the house, figuring that Klaus would call her back if it was the wrong one.

She bit her lip and knocked on the door, listening for the scuffling inside indicating that a person was coming to the door. When it swung open, Caroline gave the young woman a tight smile. "Hi, my car broke down and my phone's dead. I was hoping you'd let me use yours?"

"Um, yeah sure, come on in. Do you need me to look up the number?"

"Yeah, that would be great. Thanks!"

The girl left, presumably to look up the number, and Caroline pulled out her phone, texting Klaus to say that she'd been successful.

[Klaus]: Kill the human, keep the wolf alive.

Caroline bit her lip. It was murder, but she needed to save her father, and she wasn't going to take any risks.

[Caroline]: How do I know which one is which?

[Klaus]: Try to compel them.

[Caroline]: What if the non-wolf is on vervain?

She could hear the girl's footsteps returning.

[Klaus]: Not my problem.

[Klaus]: Figure it out somehow and do it.

Caroline sighed and turned to the girl who arrived behind her, another trailing behind her. "Well, I don't know what insurance company you have, so I wrote down the numbers for–"

"Tell me a terrible secret," Caroline said to the girl, hooking her with her gaze.

"I'm fucking my sister's boyfriend," the girl said, blushing furiously.

"What?" the other girl screeched.

Okay, that didn't make any sense. If they were sisters, that meant that they had to be half (or adopted) of the other had a werewolf gene. Only one way to find out.

"Stay still," she compelled the first girl before striding over to the second. "Sleep," she said simply, nodding to herself when the girl crumpled to the floor, chest gently rising and falling.

[Caroline]: Both girls are human.

[Klaus]: Bring them outside.

She woke up the second girl and compelled them to follow her outside, ignoring Klaus's dimpled smile when she led them to the porch. "I don't understand why it was necessary to send me in first."

"I have my reasons, love."

She curled her lip, but he turned away from her to look at the girls, both of whom were terrified. "So, tell me what you know about werewolves."

Mystic Falls, Virginia - Present

For the first time in her life, Katerina Petrova didn't run.

She shoved the vial of Klaus's blood into Damon's hands and told him she was going far, far away, but then returned to the house that Elijah had bought for them and Caroline.

Sure, he'd told Caroline it was for just the two of them, but Katherine knew better, and she knew that Caroline did too, in her heart of hearts.

Katherine hated to say it, but she still believed in love. It was a weakness, but a brightly burning one that she couldn't seem to smother, and now that Klaus had sort-of given her a pardon (not truly, but she'd take what she could get), she needed a plan to get Elijah back.

She had no idea where Klaus had stored his coffin, but she did have a feeling that he wouldn't have taken it with him as he might have otherwise. Having Caroline with him meant that he needed to keep Elijah away to increase the chance of keeping his leverage over her.

Frankly, Katherine might not like Caroline all that much, though she was fond of her in a 'this brat is an extension of the man I love and therefore I have to find something likeable about her' way, but she wasn't willing to completely throw her under the Klaus Bus, especially since Elijah would never forgive her.

However, Katherine was willing to let Caroline distract Klaus while she came up with a plan to save Elijah. Caroline could handle herself, and Katherine was willing to take advantage of that.

Was she evil? Definitely, without a doubt. Stepmother? Not officially. Not that she wanted that.

Katherine had never really been the wedding type of girl.

She needed allies and a plan.

Katherine briefly considered recruiting Damon, but shoved the idea aside immediately, knowing that he was reckless and had terrible judgment under pressure, letting his emotions lead his plans.

Not a good combination.

Her first step would be to recruit the Martin warlocks (all they knew was that their precious Greta had died at Klaus's hands, not that she'd willingly sacrificed herself for him, the dumb bitch), she decided, and then she'd make a stop at the home of Mason Lockwood's pack, who would be devastated at the loss of the Lockwood boys.

After that, though, she didn't know. Learning to think on her feet had been one of the many skills she'd developed over the years, and she'd learned to not get too invested in plans too many steps ahead.

She curled up on the bed she'd shared with Elijah just two nights before, letting his subtle scent covering the pillow fill her lungs, her eyelids fluttering closed. She was quite aware that Isobel must have visited Elena, which meant that her shadow self (and however-many-greats granddaughter) knew exactly what she was, though not what she could be.

Katherine had been able to trace a good bit of her ancestry using Elena's bloodline once she'd been found, and somewhere down the line, the Petrovas' magic had been suppressed, allowing compulsion and leaving them powerless.

She had a feeling that it was Klaus's doing, in an effort to find the doppelganger more easily.

Katherine had no doubt that Elena would come to her sooner rather than later, looking for answers, and Katherine would be happy to give them, for a price.

The price being her and Bonnie's cooperation.

Traveler magic was a tricky thing, volatile but powerful, and though the Bennetts generally didn't practice that branch any longer, Bonnie would still have the potential for it, and that resource would be very helpful.

Katherine shifted slightly under the covers. Though she knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep, it would be the first time in quite a few centuries when she could truly relax, knowing there was almost no chance of being tracked down and killed by Klaus or one of his minions.

It figured that her first few hours of freedom would only occur when Elijah wasn't there to share them.

Nashville, Tennessee - Present

It was the day after Klaus had interrogated the two girls, and they were on their way to the werewolf colony, the location of which he'd extracted from the werewolf the girls had known, whose dead, vampire-blood infected body was now thrown over Stefan's shoulder.

"You know, if you knew we were going to be hiking instead of driving, the last you could have done was let me know to wear more sensible shoes," Caroline said irritably, scowling as the cherry red Louboutin heels dug into the dirt path. "Or, you could have bought me more sensible shoes to begin with."

Klaus apparently hadn't heard of shoes that had a heel shorter than three inches, and it was driving her nuts. Maybe she should have pushed harder to go shopping with him. She wasn't sure which was worse, wearing high heels and short skirts walking in a forest, or spending three hours shopping with Klaus where he probably would have made her try on every single thing (and she might not have ended up with anything comfortable anyway).

"But they look so good on you, love," he said, his voice unctuous and silky.

"You're disgusting."

"Now, love, let's not be rude."

Caroline shot him a filthy look, which he didn't see because he was in front of her, and continued to follow him up the path, grumbling under her breath. She pulled her jacket more tightly around herself, because despite the fact that vampires didn't feel cold, the feeling of being wrapped in fabric still brought her comfort.

They climbed for only another few minutes, completely in silence. She and Stefan exchanged a few long suffering looks as the bounce in Klaus's step seemed to become more jovial as they approached the camp.

The wolves were all understandably confused when they arrived, and once Klaus introduced himself, a ripple of fear clearly made its way around the camp. An hour later, there were at least fifteen dead werewolves littering the ground, and Klaus was absolutely irate.

He ranted for a good five minutes about how it should have worked, brainstorming potential reasons out loud, and even throwing a dead body so hard against a tree that it exploded in gore, the remains falling among the other corpses.

Caroline and Stefan stood perfectly still right beside each other, just awkwardly watching Klaus lose his shit. When Klaus finally calmed down, he was covered in blood, and he stalked past them, snarling for them to follow him down to the car.

Caroline wrinkled her nose as she buckled herself into the passenger's seat. "Can we stop at the hotel? I know we packed and everything, but we haven't checked out yet, and you reek of death."

"Yes, well, it matches my soul."

That surprised a laugh out of her, and she could have sworn that his body relaxed even just a fraction as he pulled out of the wilderness reserve parking lot.

"Where are we going?" Stefan asked from the backseat, his voice flat.

"Chicago."

Caroline froze, dread blooming in the pit of her stomach, and when she caught Stefan's reflection in the rearview mirror, she realized that she wasn't the only one.

Lake Geneva, Switzerland - Present

Lara Parker checked her phone for what felt like the fifth time that afternoon, running her hand through her blonde curls nervously. She hadn't heard from Caroline in four days, and she was starting to get worried. It wasn't like Caroline to not check in, and she was completely aware that the other girl was safe, especially since Elijah was one of the Originals.

Still, though… She had a weird gut feeling.

Worst case scenario, Caroline was just busy and would cheerfully tell her to stop being such a worrywart (which was Lara's constant state of being, really), and that she'd call back soon.

"Hey, it's Caroline! Leave a message!"

Lara took a deep breath, feeling her stomach plummet. "Hey, Care, it's Lara. You haven't texted or emailed me back for a few days, so I just wanted to make sure that everything was going okay. If you could give me a call back, that would be great. I hope you're having fun in the U.S."

She hung up, setting her phone down.

Caroline always returned calls as soon as she could, and typically if you called her you'd get a call back before she went to bed. However, as the hours passed, Lara became more and more sure that her gut feeling was onto something.

She pulled out her phone again and dialed the number that was only supposed to be used for emergencies, thinking that this would qualify.

"You have reached the number of Elijah Mikaelson. Please leave your name and your number, even if you believe that I already have your number, and the reason that you called. I will attempt to return your call as soon as possible."

"Hi, Mr. Mikaelson, it's Lara Parker. I haven't heard from Caroline in a few days, and I just wanted to make sure everything's okay. If you could give me a call back, or have her do it, that would be great. I'm just worried, you know? Thanks," Lara said, before rattling off her number and hanging up.

She took a deep breath and pulled out her laptop, deciding to distract herself as best she could. If she didn't hear from Caroline within the next few days, she'd book a ticket to Virginia.

She and Caroline had been best friends for over a decade now, and Lara knew that if Caroline hadn't called her back by then, whatever was going on had to be bad.

Chicago, Illinois - Present

Klaus put the car in park and slammed the driver's door behind him, again making it to the passenger's side before Caroline could open her own door. He took great delight in her glowering, her bright blue eyes shining with disgust as she moved out of the car, head held high, strutting past him.

He almost regretted buying her primarily skirts and dresses. Her legs were fantastic, but he would love to see the curve of her arse framed by tight denim. "What are we doing here?" she asked, her clear voice echoing through the night air.

"We're going to speak to someone who can contact the Original witch."

Caroline turned to look at him, frowning, but Stefan interrupted before she could say anything. "Who?"

"You might recognize her. You knew her many years ago," Klaus said, brushing past Caroline towards the front door of the storage facility, reveling in the stiffening of her body as he trailed a finger along her waist while he passed, not bothering to look behind him. He could hear the click of Caroline's heels and Stefan's heavy footsteps dutifully following, and he couldn't help but wonder how the evening would play out.

He had a few theories, after all, but Rebekah had always been the unpredictable sort. If it were just him and Stefan, as he'd originally planned, he had a feeling that it would go pear-shaped rather quickly. Stefan didn't remember who she was, and Rebekah would most definitely not be appreciative of that.

However, having Caroline around made everything a bit more unpredictable, a bit more exciting. From what he'd seen, she and Rebekah were very similar, and the only question was whether they would mesh or clash because of it.

He had a feeling Rebekah would not be appreciative that Elijah had replaced her, and it would take a few days for her to fully process what she'd perceive as her second-oldest brother's betrayal, as well as her former lover not remembering her.

Caroline was smart, though, and he knew that she would have asked for stories about Rebekah from Elijah, and would know more about his sister than perhaps anyone else who was not a blood relation. Elijah did like his family stories.

She had been on edge though, ever since they crossed the town border, and he knew why. This was the city of her birth, and she must have questions about her origins. He wondered if he could use that as leverage somehow.

He kicked open the door to the warehouse, more for dramatic effect than practicality, and led them down to one of the locked cells before punching in a keycode and smirking as the door to the room lifted.

He walked in and turned to see Stefan and Caroline standing in the doorway. Stefan just looked confused, but Caroline's eyes were wide as they darted between the four coffins pushed against the walls.

Yes, the girl was smart.

Each coffin was different, and Klaus passed the ebony casket holding his brother Kol, all sharp angles and carved spikes, to approach the coffin against the far wall, which was a deep mahogany, flowers and vines carved along the sides. He opened the top of the casket, stroking his sister's cheek before waving over his companions.

Stefan frowned as he looked over Klaus's shoulder. "I don't recognize her."

"Well don't tell her that, Rebekah's temper is worse than mine."

"Rebekah?" Stefan asked, and he and Caroline both winced at the squelching noise as Klaus pulled the dagger out of his sister.

Caroline's eyes were glued to his sister's body, and he fought down a smile at the look of awe spreading across her face. "Caroline love," he said softly, and her eyes snapped to his. "Go fetch a human for her to feed on."

"Yes, sir," she said sarcastically, turning to the door with a flip of her hair, her heels clicking against the floor as she stalked off.

She really was exquisite when she was angry.

He turned back to Rebekah, Stefan still looking at her, clearly trying to figure out how he was supposed to know her.

"Time to wake up little sister," he said softly.

A/N: I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. I'm curious to see what you guys think of Elena's role in this. Katherine is scheming as usual. Do we have any guesses about how that plan will carry out? Any guesses on how Rebekah's reaction to Caroline will play out? Any theories about Lara's role?
Please review and let me know what you think! I'm excited to hear your thoughts. :)
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-Angie