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Bonnie frowned at the map coordinates on her phone. According to the GPS the house should have been ahead of them on the left, but she could see nothing but trees.

"Are you sure you put it in right?" Caroline slowed to a crawl. Her narrow eyes scanned the sides of the road.

"Positive," Bonnie murmured. Just to be sure she pulled out the picture and double-checked the address with her phone.

Caroline caught a glimpse of the colour photograph. She tilted her head and pursed her lips.

"He's cute," she nodded.

"You can only see his back," Bonnie frowned.

"That's all I need to see," Caroline smirked.

"Really, Care?" Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Elena's missing."

"I know," Caroline stopped the car, "and it's been driving me crazy, being unable to help her. Sometimes I just need to think about something else to distract me from how worried I really am."

The blonde's grip on the steering wheel was white-knuckled. She doubted Klaus would kill Elena, but that didn't mean he wouldn't hurt her. Of course there was no way she could know that for sure; she had only caught a glimpse of the Hybrid when he'd grabbed Elena's arm the previous week.

"I wonder who this is," Bonnie pushed her hair behind her ear. The way he held Elena's hand, and the way she was looking at him… there was something comfortable about it. She got the sense, from his posture, that he would protect the brunette.

Caroline's eyes continued to scan the side of the road.

"I wonder who sent you the picture," Caroline sighed. "Someone with a cruel sense…" She spotted something up ahead and trailed off.

Wordlessly she put the car back in drive and inched forward towards a concealed opening in the trees. It was impossible to see properly until they were practically on top of it.

Caroline turned the wheel sharply and edged down the hidden path. It wound in a wide spiral before opening to reveal a sprawling mansion.

"Woah," Bonnie dropped her cell phone.

"That's more like it," Caroline breathed.

"Should we have brought back up?" Bonnie glanced at her from the corner of her eyes.

"A badass witch, and a vampire," Caroline pointed to the two of them, "against the Original Hybrid… probably, but it's too late now."

She could feel her pulse. It slammed in her neck. Her boiling blood made her cheeks flush scarlet.

She would have loved nothing more than to slap him senseless, but that would have been a very bad idea. He had compelled her not to fight him, and not to hurt herself in anyway; putting herself in the path of an angry hybrid would certainly be harmful to her health.

She couldn't even scream at him.

The only thing she could do was walk along quietly as he steered her into the plush seat on the private jet.

She couldn't even ask where he was taking her.

The only thing she could do was glare, and she glared. If looks could have killed Klaus Mikaelson would have been reduced to a large pile of dust.

"Are you going to glare at me the whole way?" He came back from the cockpit.

"It's the only thing I can do," she crossed her arms over her chest.

"There's plenty of reading material," he smirked. His eyes darted to a closed cabinet at the back of the plane. "That will be much more interesting than staring at me."

"I don't want to read," she snapped.

"Suit yourself," he shrugged. "Fasten your seatbelt, sweetheart."

Her eyes flashed with fire.

"What did I say about fighting me?" His eyes narrowed to mirror her glare.

"I'm not fighting," she muttered, "I'm not doing anything."

Her stomach knotted when he flashed in front of her in a rush of wind. She flinched back into the seat and grasped the armrests tightly.

She could almost feel his fingers gripping her chin again. Elena was expecting him to grab her, or compel her. She swallowed, looked up into his hard blue eyes, and held her breath.

Elena only broke the eye contact when she felt his hands at her waist. She followed the line of his arm and saw him buckling her seatbelt; she caught sight of his left wrist when he moved backwards.

86400.47

Attempting to divide the large number in her head proved impossible, but she did know that his counter was less than hers had been when he had abducted her the first time.

It was a matter of days before the seconds stopped ticking. He had admitted to ruining each of his sibling's soulmate relationships; what would he do to his?

She supposed she would find out soon whether she should pity the poor soul or fear for their life.

Caroline's eyes darted to her wrist when she knocked on the door. In all of the chaos she had completely forgotten about the numbers, but waiting for someone to answer the door was taking a while.

86400.47

"Why are we waiting?" Bonnie crossed her arms.

"Because," Caroline sighed, "on the off chance someone is pulling an elaborate prank, or that it was Katherine in the picture and Klaus is using her to distract us." She stepped back and peered through a picture window into a tasteful sitting room. "I'd rather not be arrested for trespassing. Mom's got the whole department on vervain, so I can't compel us out of any trouble."

"It would be very embarrassing for the Sheriff's daughter to be arrested," Bonnie agreed. "Are we sure anyone's home?"

Caroline jumped down from the porch and started circling around the house. She peered into every window as she passed. The house seemed to be deserted. She called back over her shoulder when she reached the kitchen windows.

"Bonnie!"

Broken glass littered the floor along with silverware, overturned cups, and the remnants of what looked like French toast. She could just make out an arm poking out from the other side of the counter.

"I'm thinking we've got the right house," Bonnie pulled the picture from her pocket, "that's the counter."

"And that might be the guy," Caroline nodded. She flashed towards the kitchen door and twisted the knob; it was locked, so she pulled the door from its hinges.

"Not so worried about getting arrested now," Bonnie remarked.

"He's hurt," Caroline walked inside.

"No," Bonnie bent over the side of the counter and shook her head, "he's dead."

Caroline cursed when she saw the angle of his neck. She was about to stand back up when a glint of blue caught her eyes. She turned his hand over to make sure.

"Not for long," she nodded to the daylight ring on his finger.

The flight itself had not been long. They were only in the air for four hours.

She had spent most of that time wondering where he was taking her. At first she had thought he would flee the country, but that hadn't happened; it was clear that hadn't happened.

She knew they had been flying south, and she had recognized a few landmarks as the plane landed.

Elena wanted to ask, she really did, but he had compelled her not to speak unless spoken to for the rest of the journey. As far as she knew New Orleans was only a layover.

She wouldn't be able to speak until he told her they had arrived.

Since he had compelled her not to fight him she had no choice but to stand when he took her arm and follow him from the plane into a waiting car. At least this time he wasn't holding her in a bruising grip.

That could change on a dime.

"Should this be taking that long?" Bonnie leaned against the wall. Her eyes flickered from one pale face to the next.

She tried not to look at Elijah too long. Every time she did her blood boiled with rage.

"You'd think an Original would heal faster," Caroline sighed. She had flashed around the interior of the mansion and found no sign of Elena. The nearest room to the 'dead' bodies held her scent; it was in every corner, but Elena herself was gone.

"That bite mark looks bad," Bonnie nodded to the girl's arm. The blonde didn't look to be much older than her. "Do you think they're all Originals?"

"I think it's a safe bet," Caroline tilted her head. She heard bones snapping back in place; her eyes snapped to the blonde as she sat up with a loud gasp.

Rebekah looked around frantically. What little blood remained in her face drained when she saw her brothers lying in the hall. She jumped to her feet in a blur of movement and turned on the two women standing off to the side.

Caroline flashed to take a protective stance in front of Bonnie. It didn't take a genius to figure out the vampire before her had been bitten by a wolf. She remembered vividly the time Damon had been infected and she didn't want Bonnie finding herself on the wrong side of this woman's teeth.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Rebekah swayed and fell against the wall. If she'd had any doubt about what Elena had said her brother's bite had driven it from her mind.

"I'm Caroline," she said, "and this is Bonnie. We're looking for our friend."

Rebekah's brow furrowed. Somewhere in the back of her mind she recognized the names. It took her a few seconds to sort through the fever haze and locate the memory: a sobbing doppelganger.

"You're Elena's friends," Rebekah attempted to straighten up. The steps she took were unsteady. "I need blood," she gasped and held a small table.

"I'd recommend anyone but me," Bonnie huffed.

"I wasn't going to bite you, love," Rebekah frowned. She rolled her neck and inhaled slowly.

"Are you going to tell us where our friend is?" Caroline regarded the blonde warily.

"Probably with Kol," Rebekah exhaled. "I think they're in the kitchen."

Bonnie paled.

"The guy in the kitchen," the brunette swallowed audibly, "if that's Kol than she's not with him."

Rebekah frowned and flashed downstairs to the sound of bones clicking back in place. Her heart stuttered when she saw the broken glass and smelt blood. Through her tunneled vision she saw her brother sprawled behind the counter.

"Like I said," Bonnie gasped and rushed into the kitchen, "she's not here." The young witch pushed up her sleeves and crossed her arms.

Finn sat up and brushed his hair back from his face. Chills ran up and down his spine even as his body burned with a fever.

He took Elijah's hand when it was offered and stood up. He shook his head when he saw his own wrist. It had been a long time since he had been on the receiving end of a werewolf's teeth, but he had been certain the hallucinations took longer to begin; of course he didn't know how long he had been unconscious either.

"Come on," Elijah stifled his cough, "blood will speed up the process."

Wordlessly Finn followed him downstairs with his eyes glued to his wrist. The numbers counted down slowly just as they had 950 years before. As far as hallucinations went this one was strangely cruel.

"So Elena was with him?" Bonnie stood in the door away from Rebekah and the other Original who would wake up at any moment. She already knew the answer, but she thought keeping the girl talking would distract her from the delectable human girl who would be perfect for quenching her thirst.

"Yes," Rebekah pulled open the fridge and took out several bags of blood. She had them drained in a matter of moments; the life-giving liquid helped to clear her head marginally, but she knew it would be at least until nightfall before the fever broke and the bite healed.

"Why?" Caroline held the edge of the table.

"They're soulmates," Rebekah tore into another bag. She held up her hand when Bonnie took an involuntary step forwards. "Stay back. I have relative control, but Kol is waking up." It had taken all of her will power not to lunge at the brunette in the upstairs hall.

Bonnie held up her hand and backed up. Her eyes caught the diminishing numbers on her wrist.

"So Elena and Kol…" Caroline sucked on her teeth.

"Yes," Rebekah sighed, "and I know what you're thinking: this should mean she's safe from Klaus, right?"

Caroline and Bonnie nodded.

"It doesn't," Rebekah sighed. "Nik has never held any respect for our soulmates. Elijah never met his, Finn was torn away – I heard she died a few years later – and mine was compelled to forget me. And since he was compelled by Nik only he can undo it."

Caroline curled her fingers into fists.

"Is Elena in more danger now?" She inhaled sharply.

"Klaus still needs her blood," Bonnie shook her head. "She's reasonably safe; from the sounds of it she might be the only soulmate to escape unscathed."

"Kol will take a good chunk out of Nik when we find them," Rebekah resisted the urge to reach for more blood. Her brothers were going to need some too. "Believe me when I say we'll all help."

Bonnie scrutinized the blonde's pale face. There was a fierce determination in her blue eyes. There was no doubt in her mind that Rebekah Mikaelson would rip her hybrid brother a new one.

"I believe you."

Rebekah nodded. She crossed her arms to ward off her chills and leaned forward over the counter.

"Miss Bennett," a rough voice sounded behind her, "Miss Forbes?" Elijah stepped down into the kitchen and looked between the women. "What are you two doing here?"

"Seriously?" Caroline scoffed and threw up her hands. "Seriously?"

"I do apologize," Elijah swallowed, "that was a poor choice of words. What I meant was how did you find this place?"

Bonnie heard Kol coming too when she turned around and reached into her pocket for the folded photograph. She lifted her head with the intention of passing the image to Elijah when she froze.

Emerald eyes met dark brown ones and an electric jolt raced down her spine. Bonnie's heart pulsed; the electricity, the magic, flowing through her veins made her entire body tingle with energy.

For the second time in his life he felt his heart skip a beat before pulsing wildly; a familiar energy raced through him: magic. There was something familiar in her eyes.

"Miss Bennett," Elijah tilted his head and frowned. She had been silent for several seconds. Hesitantly he reached out and took the heavy paper from her hand.

"So I guess twice in a lifetime is a thing," Kol looked between his eldest brother and a woman he didn't know. He recognized the dazed look in Finn's eyes; it had been in his the day before.

"What do you think?" Rebekah whispered and handed him a bag of blood. "Two soulmates or reincarnation?"

Kol didn't answer. He didn't even take the bag of blood. His eyes were busy frantically darting from side to side. She wasn't there. He flashed out of the kitchen and around the house; to his credit he only collided with three walls before he returned to the kitchen.

"Where is she?" Panic gripped his heart. The veins under his eyes pulsed with the intensity of his emotions and his insatiable hunger.

"You were the last one to see her," Rebekah exhaled. She tossed the bag of blood across the kitchen to him.

The entire exchange had taken less than thirty seconds.

Elijah flipped the page with the address over. His eyes widened at the picture of Kol and Elena in the kitchen; she was wearing the same sweater she had been wearing that morning, at least… he assumed it was that morning.

"Where did you get this?"

Rebekah tilted her head and caught a glimpse of the picture. The image had been taken from the door in which Finn still stood locked in a staring contest with Bonnie. There were only three people, who had left the house that day, and only one of them knew Elena's friends; she assumed anyway.

"Stefan," Rebekah laughed humourlessly.

"Stefan," Caroline turned to the blonde. "Why would Stefan send us this? He's got no humanity; he couldn't care less what happens to Elena."

"Maybe not," Kol drained a bag of blood, "but he did overhear Rebekah screaming at Nik; I'd guess that he's angry. Anger is usually the first emotion to come back."

"Why would he be angry?" Bonnie slowly came out of her daze.

"Do you remember what I said about him compelling my soulmate?" Rebekah cocked an eyebrow.

"Hmm," Elena scoffed. "I figured you'd run a lot farther than this."

"Did I tell you that you could speak?" Klaus gave her a pointed look.

"You've brought me to another mansion in the middle of nowhere," she crossed her arms. "I'm just assuming we're done."

Klaus looked her up and down quickly before nodding.

"For the time being," he nodded. "There are several wolf packs nearby."

"And in the meantime I'm on house arrest again," Elena spun on her heel and stomped up the wide staircase. She slipped into a bedroom with dark wood furniture and slammed the door.

It was only an hour later, when she was staring at the ceiling, that it hit her. 'You will not leave this house unless I am accompanying you.'

Caroline bit her lip and tapped her heel against the floor. She tilted her head and glanced around the kitchen.

"What about using Kol?" Her eyes darted to the vampire on the other side of the room.

"What do you mean?" Kol frowned.

"Bonnie's been looking for something Elena has a strong connection to or a locator spell," Caroline straightened her spine. "I can't think of anything that would work better than a soulmate."

"You're a witch?" Finn tilted his head when Bonnie nodded.

"That would work," Kol nodded.

"Then we'll try," Bonnie bit her bottom lip. Her eyes fell to the angry bite on Finn's neck before making a round of the room. "Are you going to die?"

Elijah chuckled and shook his head.

"No, Miss Bennett," he dropped the photograph, "a werewolf bite, even from the Original hybrid, cannot kill us."

"At worst we'll be sick for a few more hours," Kol drained another bag of blood. "This helps with the symptoms," he held up the bag before throwing it into the garbage.

Elena waited until nightfall when she heard the car crunching over the gravel of the driveway before making her way downstairs. She waited twenty minutes before opening the back door.

Taking a deep breath she lifted her right foot. She didn't exhale again until she was standing beside the pool.

So in this version of the timer AU the countdown can restart. Finn slept for 900 years; he didn't think to look at it when he first woke up because in his mind it had stopped long before he went to sleep.