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The minute the two of them drove away, she ran as fast as her feet would carry her. She wanted to get this over and done with and wanted to know what was in the warehouse. She flew through the house and went straight to her room.
At the farthest corner sat a small, square safe. Everything important to her or all the things she thought were useful was in that safe. Well, not everything, but a lot of stuff. She opened it and shoved papers aside. She moved the stacks of money and there sat a little brown bag. She opened it and pulled out the necklace.
It was on a gold chain and a reddish/orange stone hung off it. It was beautiful, and extremely powerful. Caroline could feel the power coming off it just by touching it. She stood up and turned to leave to find Alex standing in the door, blocking her way out.
"Where were you?" He snapped.
"I had a job to do, in fact, I'm still doing it," Caroline shrugged, putting the necklace on over her head.
"And you didn't think it would be nice to tell me?" Alex snapped.
"You were busy," Caroline said, lifting her bed up and flipping it over. The top part was on hinges, because the bottom part was filled with weapons.
"I don't care if I was sleeping with the queen of Britain, we're a team, we do everything together," Alex said.
"We certainly do not, I would never sleep with queen of Britain because you are. Besides, you were busy and I have to do this on my own," Caroline said, grabbing her special sword that she always had with her.
"Are you jealous?"
"No, Alex, I'm not. I'm actually happy you two are getting along. Which is why I didn't get you." Caroline closed the lid and headed towards the door.
"Where are we going?" Alex asked.
"No we, just me," Caroline said.
"No."
"Yes, it's too dangerous, you're staying here."
"You can't make me," Alex growled.
"I can, I just don't want to," Caroline said, turning to face him at the front door.
"I'm going with you," He insisted.
"Sorry Alexzander," Caroline said, and flashed to him and snapped his neck. She didn't think too much about it, she just caught him and carried him to the couch and turned around and left. She had a job to do, without Alex.
She arrived at the warehouse and only the hybrids were there. She had a sword with her, and that would help, but not a whole lot. She would take the one on the roof, let his friends come, she was ready.
She got a running start before she jumped and landed on the roof. The hybrid turned towards her, a frown on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but Caroline moved and sliced the sword through his neck. Blood splattered and landed on her cloths and face, but she didn't notice. She grabbed his body and threw him over the rook, leaving the head behind.
She jumped down and landed behind the two hybrids that were crouched over their fallen companion. They turned around and she didn't waste time. The first one was easy, he was distracted, but the second one called for help and the next thing Caroline knew, three hybrids stood in front of her.
"What do you want?" one hissed, eyes growing.
"Nothing you can give me," Caroline said.
"Call Klaus," one said.
"Let's not," Caroline growled, and shot forward, slicing the hybrid who held the phones hand off. He cried out, but it got cut off by Caroline's sword. One shot forward and pinned her arms behind her back while the other grabbed her fallen sword and stabbed her with it. She grunted in pain and brought both her feet up, kicking him back. She flipped the one that was holding her over her shoulders and shoved him to his knees. Using her speed to her advantage, she kept one arm wrapped around his throat while she ripped his heart out.
She pulled out the sword in her stomach and threw it at the hybrid who was trying to run away. It hit him in the spine and he immediately dropped. He tried to pull the sword out, but it was just out of his reach. She pressed her foot deep into his spine and pulled the sword out, but kept him down with her foot.
"Sorry about all this," Caroline said, and brought the sword down on his neck. It three swings, but she got it. She was coated with blood, it was all in her hair and cloths, splattered on her face, but she had no choice but to ignore it.
She opened the door to the warehouse and found it nearly empty. Nearly.
Four coffins sat in the middle of the room. Caroline walked to them, touching them cautiously. Who knew what was in there, or if they were spelled. There was only one way to find out.
She opened one, and it was empty, and so was the second one, and the third. "What the hell?" Caroline muttered, opening the fourth. It was occupied. "Finn Mikaelson," She whispered. There was a dagger shoved in his chest, and Caroline knew enough to know that was what was causing him to be….deadish.
She tried to open the fifth coffin, but it budge, so she focused on Finn. If she pulled the dagger out, she wasn't quite sure what would happen. It would become tricky, especially with more than one Original in town, maybe more. Mikael would become aware and he would kill them all and there was still a part of her that didn't want Rebekah to die.
She wouldn't undagger him, not yet, and she wasn't sure if she ever would, but at least she knew that was one less Original to deal with. Now all she had to do was wonder about that fifth coffin, she would get a couple of witches on it. She closed all of the coffins and left the warehouse, satisfied with what she found, for the moment.
Caroline walked in the house, tired and craving a good meal. She didn't realize how much those hybrids took out of her. Hopefully Mikael was done pouting and hadn't vervained anymore of her stuff.
She heard a piano playing and frowned. Alex didn't know how to play, he said it was a girl's instrument.
"Alex?" Caroline asked, and walked in the living room.
He was laying on the couch, still unconscious, and Mikael was on the piano.
"Mikael," Caroline said by way of greeting, her hand tightening on her sword.
Mikael stopped playing and looked up at her. "I see the warehouse wasn't a complete waste of times," He said.
"No, it was," Caroline said. "It was a supernatural fight club. They didn't like me snooping."
"What's the reason you have your sword?" He asked.
"When I first got there I noticed how many they had and knew I needed extra help," Caroline said.
""Then why not Alex? Why go through the trouble and snap his neck? Mikael questioned. He was always suspicious, always wanted to know every little fact, every little move she made, he was always suspicious.
"He would have gotten in the way," She said.
"Couldn't agree more," Mikael said, rising. "Tomorrow there are three vampires stopping by. Test them and tell me if they're worthy enough to be a part of the hunting team."
The minute he left, Caroline went over and checked on Alex. She sat by his side and gently stroked his cheek.
"I'm so sorry Alexzander," She whispered.
She got up and went over to her room, picking her sword up on her way. Tonight was a close call, and she could tell Mikael was getting even more suspicious, and as for the three vampires coming over tomorrow, they were probably part of her punishment.
When he said hunter team, he meant who was the best at hunting, killing, and torturing vampires. Mikael insisted on drinking vampire blood, saying he wouldn't become like the rest of us pathetic, evil, blood sucking monsters. They hunting team brought him vampires and tortured every ounce of blood out of their system, and Caroline was their test subject.
She would run, they would chase, and if they were lucky, catch. If they didn't, she would kill them, if they did she would let them torture her and judge whether they were worthy enough. Most of the time they didn't make it, and usually it was because they would try and rape her. She didn't care what was going on, or if you were in an all-time war, you didn't gave to rape.
She put the necklace away and sat down to clean her sword. She had gotten herself into this mess, she had to get herself out. If not herself, then Alex. Her life was so screwed up, had been for a long time, and it was only recently that it had really started bother her. Maybe it was her age, she had been around too long and done the same thing for too long. Now it was because she knew that at least one of the Originals wasn't what Mikael had taught her and she no longer had the desire to hunt them and kill them. Or maybe it was because over the years, Mikael had started to annoy her, irritate her. She was no longer fearing him, and her fear was what had kept her moving, kept her working as hard as she could, but that fear was gone.
She wasn't completely naïve, she knew he was dangerous and could end her, but she wasn't afraid of death, but she was afraid of Alex's death. That was why she had stayed for so long. She stuck around too long and gotten close to him, and Mikael knew it, and that was why she had to get out of here.
She would make sure Alex was safe, she would make sure she was safe, and she would get away from Mikael, one way or another. If she couldn't get out herself, she would get Alex out and make sure the Mikael would never got what he wanted, and that was the Originals.
Alex woke up pissed. After Caroline snapped his neck, he had sat there and waited for her to return so he could kick her ass, maybe snap her neck as pay-back, but Mikael showed up. He couldn't be compelled, he was on vervain, so when Mikael found out, he simply snapped his neck, again. What really bothered him was that Caroline just left him lying there, with a snapped neck.
He should have just left, but he was pissed and planned on confronting her, but when he through open her door, he stopped. She was sitting there, covered in blood, playing with her sword. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She looked so, almost sad, but focused and angry, unbelievably angry, but it was a calm angry. He'd seen her look that way once, when they were in Mystic Falls and she was saving him.
***FLASHBACK 1751***
"1025, very responsive to light," the voice said. That cursed voice, it only talked when he was in pain, when they were hurting him, and he was coming to hate that voice.
Alex closed his eyes and listened to the dull voice talking on and on. He was drifting back and forth from consciousness. They were having fun shoving lights in his face, getting him mad, but he couldn't so anything.
They kept him locked up with no blood, well, except for the one drop, and kept him high on vervain. Then everyday they tortured him, running test on him, hurting him. They took his blood, sliced him all up and down to witness his healing abilities. They took parts of his eyes to examine them or whatever. Did it really matter? He was in pain and there was no end in sight.
"Subject number 1025," The person cutting him up began, but got interrupted. Someone wearing a uniform came in Alex's vision and Alex saw his lips moving, but couldn't hear anything. Suddenly Alex was jerked around and taken away from that torturous bright light. His eyes slipped closed and all he heard was the squeaky wheels on his gurney.
He heard screams, but thought he was dreaming again because that's exactly what his dreams were made of, screams. His gurney suddenly came to a stop and he forced himself to wake up enough to hear.
"Please don't," someone said. "Don't kill me."
A female's laugh filled the room, and Alex recognized it. It was the sweetest sound he ever heard. "You've been torturing my protégé, my friend, my brother for the last three years, there is no way around this. I'm not going to kill you, he is, I'm sure he's starving," The voice said, dripping with menace and hatred.
There was a scream and a sweet, delicious scent filled the room. It was a scent he hadn't smelled in a while, but he wanted it, oh how he wanted it. Whatever was keeping him tied to the gurney, was ripped away and blonde hair came into his line of vision. He only knew one person with that color of blonde hair.
"Caroline," He croaked.
"You're not looking too hot," Caroline said, leaning over him.
He coughed in rely and licked his lips hungrily, his vampirism coming out. That delicious scent was even closer now, stronger.
"Have at it," Caroline muttered, and she pressed the bloody neck against his mouth.
He groaned loudly and latched on, enjoying the feeling of blood running down his throat, he couldn't get enough. He opened his eyes and met Caroline's. Her eyes were hard, and still filled with anger, but there was something else there. She was staring at him, but far away at the same time. She looked like a women on the verge of blowing up with anger when suddenly it disappeared and she seemed to be brought back to life.
"Finish up, I have bodies to take care of," She said, and left him there with his food.
***Present***
He pushed away the memories of the Augestine lab and once again focused on Caroline who was looking at him, no longer lost in thought.
"Where did you go?" She asked.
"Augestine lab. You saved me back then," He said, sitting down at the small table in her room with her.
"And I would do it again, hell, if I could I would take your place so you never would have been through all that," She said.
A silence followed them while Alex tried to figure out what to say. "I came up here to fully prepare to yell at you," He finally said.
"I know."
"Then why are you making this so damn hard?"
"Because it was that hard leaving you behind."
"And yet you did."
"I'm use to making hard decision, it's what I do best. I decide the things that you are just to stubborn or just don't care about. I decide whether or not it's worth it, and when it comes to your safety, it will never be worth it," She said, and then her eyes slipped into that anger mind set and he knew that this conversation was over, she needed her space. He got up and turned his back on her, just like he did right after she saved him.
***Flashback***
He shoved his dead torturer off of him and went to find Caroline. He found her in the lab, reading whatever the professor wrote.
"Find my torturing entertaining?" He asked darkly.
She looked up with raised eyebrows, probably surprised by his mood, but he didn't care, and why should he? He had just been tortured for the past eight year of his life while she was off making Mikael happy. He was a loud to act anyway he wanted.
"I see our years apart haven't affected your mood," She said, placing folded pieces of paper in her breast. Under different circumstances, he would have appreciated how beautiful she looked, and just how much cleavage that dress was showing, but he was in no mood.
"You spend eight years of your life being tortured every day," He snarled.
"Be grateful you're immortal," She shrugged.
"Be grateful?" He hissed, following her out the door. "Being immortal made me hand to suffer for eight years."
"I heard you the first time Alex. Tortured for eight years, lots of suffering, no end in sight. Can we go over all this once I get you out of here?" She asked.
"I don't need your help," He said. She didn't reply, just turned and left. For a second he starred after her until he decided to get his ass moving and followed after her. "Where are you going?" He snapped.
"I'm leaving. You're determined to make this as hard as you possibly can and all I want to do is make this as easy and quick as possible. So, you can either stand there all day, or you can follow me and come home," She shrugged, turning around to face him.
The full moon glowed behind her while the evening breeze ruffled her dress. It was truly a beautiful, breathtaking sight, and he should have enjoyed it, but being the selfish prick that he was, he ruined it.
"Home? Where is that, with Mikael?" He sneered.
"Excuse me?"
"Tell me something Caroline, have you slept with him yet? I mean, you do everything else for him,."
She was in his face in half a second, anger shining in those green eyes of hers. "I'm going to cut you come slack for now, but do not thing for one second that I will let you talk to me that way," She snapped.
Truth hurts, doesn't it?"
"I did not sleep Mikael, nor will I ever. While I know you don't like what I do, and I know you don't like Mikael, I'm expecting you to respect me and not judge me, especially when you do not understand the entire situation and we haven't spoken since 1721," She snapped.
"I remember, the day you turned me."
"A lot has changed since then,"
"Do you still work for Mikael?" He said.
When she didn't reply, he stepped back and laughed. "Then nothing has really changed, nothing important anyway. Thanks for the rescue, but we're done. Don't think for one second that anything has changed," He said.
"I would never make that mistake," She said softly.
Unable to look at the look of betrayal on her face, he turned and walked away from her, turning his back on her.
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