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Klaus Mikaelson prided himself of being number one. He was always two steps ahead of everyone, he had plans for everything, he had power over everything he wanted, he knew everything there is to know and yet now, he was the one at the receiving end.

What had Elijah meant when it's about Caroline? The question kept spinning around his head. She was dead, nothing could concern her. But even as he kept telling himself that, he couldn't help but rush across the empty airport. He still cared about her, regardless of her being dead or alive. She was the only one who ever entered his heart, that itself spoke volumes.

He couldn't even care less about what was happening at his city while he was away. He hadn't told anyone-not even his siblings-of his sudden departure nor had he placed someone to cover his spot for the time being. Someone could try to steal his place but right now it wasn't on his top priority list.

His head kept spinning with possibilities of what could happen but even when he raked his brain for something, he found none. Four hours later, when he found the town car stopped in front of his old mansion, he was still worrying over something he did not know. He wasn't one for panicking but looked at what he was doing.

The house was darkened from outside and he wondered if Elijah and Katerina were asleep. It was two in the morning after all. He entered his house, across the foyer but stopped as he noticed a figure sitting at the plush sofa. He couldn't tell who it was, for all he knew it could be some stranger who thought this was an abandoned house. He didn't know if Elijah was here.

As he neared the sofa, the figure turned around and Elijah's brown eyes stared back at him. His brother raised his eyebrow when he noticed the state he was in. He was wet from the rain at the airport earlier, his hair was ruffled and his skin was paler than usual for the lack of blood he hadn't consumed. Caroline was the only thing that was on his mind.

"Do tell me what you wanted to tell me, dear brother," he growled as a way of greeting. Elijah stood up, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "I'm not in the best of moods, Elijah. Please make it quick."

"Hello to you too, brother." Elijah crossed the room, a smug grin on his face. "Please make yourself comfortable, have a change of clothes, this is your home after all."

"Just tell me already!" he shouted.

Elijah smirked at him, bringing the glass of bourbon to his lips. "Please, sit down brother. Do make yourself comfortable. You might want to sit down for this," he said in a mocking tone.

He groaned but contemplated. He sat at the armchair, taking the glass his brother had drunk and downed it all himself. Elijah let out a chuckle before sitting down next to him. "You look horrible, brother. Perhaps we could discuss this in the morning and you could get some rest first."

He glared at Elijah. "Oh, stop with this silly chit chat. You were never one for pleasantries either. Just tell me what I want to know, Lijah."

"But I'm enjoying this, Niklaus. I was never one to hold information from you. Do let me enjoy this moment."

He shoved Elijah to the wall on the other side of the room, his hand on his brother's throat. "You were right with me needing a rest after a very long flight so you better be quick about this or you'll find yourself lying in a box."

"Just tell him, Elijah. I'm not interested in hearing Klaus shouting and making empty threats at the wee hours of the morning," a new voice said.

He turned his head around to find an annoyed-looking Katerina Petrova, walking down the grand staircase with what seemed to be a very little piece of lingerie. She looked absolutely repulsing, who would wear such clothes if not a tramp but from the look his brother was sending to the damned doppelganger, Elijah thought otherwise. He cursed under his breath, feeling disgusted, knowing the two people in the room with him could very well hear him. He turned back to his brother, letting him fall back into his feet before they both walked back to their seats. The faster they finished this, the faster he could retreat to his room, not see his brother and Katerina and fall into a much needed slumber.

"I can see you are indeed impatient and I'd put you out of your misery if you'd be kind enough to grab me another drink since you finished mine," Elijah proposed. Katherine flashed into the room, a drink in her hand before giving him a pointed look. "Alright, two people are impatient so I'd start..." Elijah downed his drink in one gulp, his face turning serious. "It seems that we might be inaccurate in some things, Niklaus."

"What-" Klaus began to ask but Katherine cut him first.

"It's not a 'might' it's a fact. You both were wrong. No, the whole Mystic Falls gang was wrong."

"We might be wrong about what?" he asked his brother, pointedly ignoring Katherine.

Katherine began to say again but the two Originals in the room seemed to ignore her. She threw up her hand in the air, grabbing the blood bag she'd brought with her and stalked to the staircase. "Fine, I'll get out of your hair. I'll be waiting upstairs, Elijah." And with that, Katherine was once again gone.

"We were wrong about Caroline Forbes," Elijah stated simply.

"What?"

Elijah cleared his throat, once again reaching for his drink. "She might be alive, brother."

He stood up, facing down Elijah. "Might be alive? Is this some sort of joke?"

"I can assure you that it's not a joke, Niklaus. The girl is alive, how, we don't know."

"How do you know she's alive? Do you know how bloody sad this is? There is no way Caroline is alive. What are you playing at Elijah?" Klaus growled anger and hurt clear in his voice.

"I'm not playing anything." Elijah stood up too, bringing their gazes at eye-level. He knew this must be hard for Klaus to hear but he needed to let him know. "I have prove, Niklaus. I am not that cruel as to play with your feelings."

"I don't have feelings for her. She's been dead for six bloody years for all we know and she will not be returning to the land of the living."

Elijah had a sad smile on his face as he approached his brother, a hand on the younger Original's shoulder. "Do you really believe that?"

As if on cue, a figure approached them from behind him and Elijah's sad smile turned into an encouraging one. He had a feeling in his guts that this was going to be shocking.

"Hello, Klaus."

Cliffhanger? Who the hell said that? Is Caroline really alive? How? Did she actually die? What happened?

All will be revealed later but for now, I'd like to hear out your theories and please do leave some. I also want to know what you think about it and if you have any suggestion so please write a review.

I know this is a very short chapter and actually I had a longer one planned but I thought making it into two chapters would be more interesting. That being said, I actually would have updated sooner and maybe wrote a longer chapter for this part if it weren't for this week's episode of The Originals.

*spoiler alert* I just can't believe what happened. I used to hate Klayley but if you watched the Originals, Hayley is kinda growing on me and I kinda ship Haylijah. The scene where he hoist her up is kinda cheesy but it's also sweet. What I don't like was the Klamille part. Don't Julie get that we want Klaroline? Just because Caroline's not around and Klaus is being nice to Cami doesn't mean us Klaroline true shippers is going to suddenly ship Klamille. It's just a no for me. Klaus could kill twelve hybrids without blinking and yet he suddenly cried with Cami? It's just so wrong. Did I mention no?

Sorry, I'm rambling and I know it's kinda annoying but I just want you guys to know what I think about it. Feel free to leave a review about what you think of Cami and Klamille though.

Xoxo, Ems