"Tyler's told you, has he?" Klaus chuckles.

I sigh, "You don't act surprised. But don't worry, I'm not upset that you used me. I'm warning you that the next time we meet, you better be ready to kill me 'kay."

"Jealous? You have nothing to fear from Caroline, love. You're the one I'm sitting with, despite the fact you've tried to kill me multiple times. I'm hoping you won't try in broad daylight," he said as he gestured to the crowd of humans milling about.

"I just threatened to kill you that's all you picked up on?" I sigh, "at this rate, you deserve to die."

He shoots me a look, "Like you ever could."

"You know what else Tyler told me?" I go on, "You killed his mom to get back him. You kill destroyed the doppleganger's last living relatives to get your hybrids and then you let them died. I've realized that now. Whenever I spend time around, I've been blinded my your charm and your sweet lies. I even thought about dying for-," I shake my head, "not anymore. You were the same monster that murdered my parents. I won't let you take away Marcel's family. I'm sorry Klaus, but you've sealed your fate."

And with that I leave, texting Tyler to meet me on the outskirts the Quarter.

I shove a small, black duffle bag into his hands.

"Here. These should help protect you against Klaus. These won't kill him because I plan on having that honor," I say.

"Just like that?" he chortles, "I would have mentioned Caroline sooner if it meant you'd act this way."

I slam him against a tree and lay my hand above his heart, nails digging into his flesh hard enough for him to whine in pain.

"Don't forget who has the power here. I've agreed to help you, that doesn't make us partners."

His expression sobers up.

"Clean yourself up. I'm taking you to Marcel tomorrow. Make sure you get enough sleep, we'll be off to an early start," I order.

Afterward, I arrive back at the hotel, set up warding spells, and order myself room service before I break down.

I have to kill him. Even now, the thought pains me. Actions speak and Klaus' actions continue to kill innocents, but half of me still wants to run into his arms.

If we were both human or if I hadn't died, what would have happened? We would meet, he'd be the broody guy standing by the bar, I'd make him laugh, he'd catch me when I tripped, and we'd proably argue everday; we'd be good for each other.

This is the first time I cried myself to sleep since Ester had resurrected me. This time, I do not try to escape the nightmares.

We are having a wonderful little campfire story as Tyler explains everything to Marcel's vampies when Rebkah steps in.

"She's not here to fight us, she's here to help us," Marcel smiles.

Then she proceeds to snap Tyler's neck.

"Hey!" I protest, rising from the pillar I'd been leaning against.

When Rebkah raises a brow at me, I shrug.

"Worried he might miss out on the unpcoming festivities?" she smiles unhumourusly..

I shrugg again, "I'm not dragging his body out here. Just get on with it Rebkah. Before I die of boredom. I'm still mortal here -remember?"

"She may be the only person who cares for my fool of a brother. We can't trust her," Rebkah says to Marcel.

"She wants him gone just as much as we do Becks. You may not trust her, but do you trust me?" Marcel breaths, drawing gentle circles on Rebkah's hands.

That's when it strikes me, the gravity of what I was doing. I wasn't just ending Klaus, I was ending every single vampire from his sire line. Thousands, even millions of lives in exchange for mine, and I was going to do it anyways. I fought too hard to loose this.

"With Davina and I, you likely have the two most powerful witches in the northern hemisphere. I was blinded before my his kindness to me. I forgotten what he does to others. Now I see. I wouldn't be offering to help you if I wasn't sincere. If Klaus wasn't going to kill me before he sure as hell will now that I've partnered with you two. So go on with it."

"To put it simply, we'll going to bury Klaus underground, forever." Marcel explains.

"Oh," I exclaim.

That was going to make it a lot easier for me to kill him without Marcel and his army noticing. I'll just let them bury him, go back later, and stake him.

"That seems simple enough," I agree.

"We just need to get close enough for me to dagger him," Rebkah adds.

"His sweet little sister," I chuckle, "Why would he suspect a thing?"

God their family is twisted.

Rebkah glaredat me, "You've been spending too much time with my brother. You're even sounding like him."

"Which is why," I stress, "I need to kill him."

I sigh, "How long is this meeting going to last, I'm getting bored. If this plan doesn't work this could be my last day alive. I need to go out and have some fun."

Marcel nodds, "Alright, but come back by one. We need to act fast before we loose our chance."

"You still haven't explained everything," I grumbled, crossing my arms.

"Because Rebkah is still right. You have a history with Klaus, we'd be stupid to trust you with all the details. Just cast the confinement spell when the time is right and stay out of sight until then."

I pickemyself up and dust my jeans, "See ya later aligator."

Marcel flashes me one of his grins, "After a while crocodile."

I heard him wince as I step out of the room and Rebkah sigh, "Grow up Marcel."

"You okay?" Diego asks, gently putting his hands on my arms.

"I'm fine! Just don't touch me," I snap.

I pull my arms away, crossing them as I atempt to melt into the alcove under the balcony.

We hadn't spoken a word since he picked me up, telling me the plan was starting. Klaus was going to arrive any minute.

"We're going to keep you safe. You have nothing to fear from Klaus," he assures.

I give him a look.

"We'll protect you," he repeats.

It is not my death I worry about.

"Thank you," I whisper, "for being nice to the strange witch that smells like werewolf. You were the least likely one but you helped me."

Diego grins at that, "You're welcome, but you should know I have my own selfish reasons," he pauses, "what do you say, after all this is over we-"

"Get ready boys and girls!" Marcel shouts.

"Cover your scent," Diego tells me, "the longer we can keep your presence hidde..."

I roll my eyes, "Let's get this over with."

Marcel and Rebkah have things handled. They are winning, their vampires managed to get chains around Klaus' arms and dragged him back.

Then the riot starts. Each of them take a shot him, just because they can. A crowed forms, cheering and whooping. I first hear the crack as his arm broke, then his back. I did not take my eyes off his face as the blond vampire with a pony-tail stabbed his chest. Klaus' face is splattered in his own blood.

I did not expect it when Diego stands in front of the chained Nikklaus Mikaelson and slashes his face. I flinch as I hear Nik's agonizing scream.

It was so faint I almost didn't hear what Diego said, "The last one was for Lex."

I snarl at Diego. He does not have the right to torture anyone for me.

Klaus senses me now, during his savage beating, I come out to stand alongside Rebekah and Marcel.

Klaus looks so broken. The pain written on his face was one I knew too well.

"I guess you don't need me," I croak.

"Looks like we got it from here," Marcel agrees.

I am tired of apologizing but I sigh, "then forgive me."

I know what I was doing was wrong on so many levels. I have no justification. Still don't, but I did it.

When the catch on, I am already beside Klaus. I wince, scoring my palm open and holding it above him, letting my blood drip into his mouth.

"sanguinem meum sanguinem eius sanabunt, sanguinem meum sanguinem eius sanabunt," I chant quietly.

I'm returning the favour, I tell him through my mind.

He drinks.

"Look at him!" I shout, "Look at him! I will help you in your war against Nikklaus but I will never, ever, subjugate a person to this sort of untoward cruelty. According to your plan he'd be suffering an agonizing dessecation for the next 52 years. This," I wave at Klaus, limp and bloodies, "he may have done the same to me but I, am not the sort of person who inflicts this damage. Not for petty revenge, anyways," I smile.

I hear the clank of Rebekah's dagger dropping to the ground and Klaus' growls as I leave.

I may have want to kill Nikklaus Mikaelson, but no one deserves such disrepect, such humliation before death. And honestly, I am too pissed at what Diego said to care what healing Klaus may mean.

"Yeah right," I scoff, "slashed his face for me."

Diego hurt Klaus though nothing had really happened between the two. I never like the loyal soldier types. They were good to have on your side, but too easily angered for someone's behalf.

By the time I came back, they were burying their dead.

My hand goes to my mouth.

"So many," I sob.

One of the downsides of a blood mage is that you can taste the horror in blood. Every drop stained on the couryard was a fickering match against my skin.

"What did you expect!" Diego roars, fury in his eyes.

I look up at Klaus and Marcel talking above. Then, I lean down into the bouquet I bought and breath in the smell of chocolate cosmos and wisteria flowers.

"I just helped heal his wounds, lessen the pain. He broke out of those chains all by himself," I state, "he did all this by himself."

Klaus didn't seem to object.

"You look so proud," Marcel growls at me, disgusted.

"He's strong," I smile sadly at Klaus, who was no longer within earshot, "I like a man who's powerful."

"Don't worry," I assure Marcel, he's going to get what's coming to him."

Think of it this way, a little voice in my head told me, they were all sired by Marcel; they would've died in a day or two anyways, when you kill Klaus. Now you have to make sure they didn't die for nothing. Now you have to finish the job.

"Where do you think you're going?" Klaus asks, suddenly appearing before me.

I took one of the red-brown chocolate cosmo flowers out of the bouqet and slipps it into his lapel.

"Out of town," I reply, "I have to visit the dead. I'm killing you when I come back."

He chuckles, "You can't expect me to believe you after you've saved me again."

"That doesn't make it any less true," I reply tonelessly.