Title: the other Mikaelson girl

Pairing: Caroline/Damon: Damon/Elena/Stefan: Damon/Katherine

Rating: M

Warnings: Language, Violence, and Sexual Situations

Alternate History: Caroline the eldest daughter of the Original family has been on the run from Niklaus since the daggering of Rebekah. But when she receives an interesting call with the promise of finally ending the Hybrid she finds herself in Mystic Falls, faced with a man from her past that she hasn't been able to forget.

Important Note: This chapter is set in "The Sun Also Rises". The next chapter will be the final chapter of this series. But I will be doing a sequel. In a review please leave a suggestion of what the sequel should be called.

Her eyes

She's on the dark side

Neutralize

Every man in sight

Angel, Massive Attack

VII

Her eyes fluttered open, slowly—the familiar rustic savor of blood on her tongue. She took in a sharp breath, pain shooting to her side suddenly as she pushed herself up on shaky arms. A sensation of warmth had ward off the lull of cold death. She had been near death. The man had shot her. Realization…she had been shot. A hand flew to where the crimson stain mare her blouse, fingers ghosting over the unblemished skin of her side.

"You're welcome." A voice spoke up, from behind her. A familiar voice.

Andie craned her head to look behind her. It was the Original. The one Damon had been so desperate to save. The blond stood by the coffin that had served as her temporary entombment, wiping away the blood that tarnished her porcelain white skin with a small rag. The reporter's eyes trailed down Caroline's form to the corpse that lay at her feet. It was the security guard, his heart having been ripped from his chest.

"H—how did you—" Andie stammered. She had been on the precipice of death. She'd seen the bright light that would only lead her to the afterlife. And now…she was more than confused. She was frightened, unsure of how she was still kicking.

"Vampire blood can be a girl's best friend." The blond said, offering a smile before tossing the discolored piece of cloth behind her. "Do me a favor and try not die for at least twenty-four hours."

The woman nodded slowly, getting to her feet. She maintained the distance between them, fear of the vampiress overriding the sudden urge she had to hug the girl for coming to her rescue. Hell, the blond was an Original vampire after all, one that had a brother that might not be too pleased to find out about what had just occurred, and the hand she played in it. If she were smarter she wouldn't have involved herself in Damon's problems. But she cared about the man. She saw how Caroline's capture affected him…more than he'd like to admit to anyone. She had to do something.

"Thank you." Caroline offered as an afterthought before disappearing, leaving Andie standing in the middle of a now empty warehouse—with a dead body and empty casket.

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They buried his body under the white oak tree. It stood tall, and strong—as he had been at such a young age. Her baby brother, Henrik dressed in a white tunic that made his youthful face appear more than angelic…Caroline stared down into his face. His eyes were closed; never would they open again. Never would she seem them light up with excitement whenever their brothers dueled for their entertainment. Never again, would they shed a tear at the sight of their father beating Niklaus…and never would they smile up at her as he sat at her side, helping her and Rebekah prepare morning meal.

His lips had lost their pink color—now a deathly blue. Lips that would never experience the kiss of one in love. Never touch the forehead of his first born child.

Caroline felt the familiar warmth of Elijah's arms encompassing her as he pulled her away from Henrik's grave gently; watching as Mikael and Finn shoveled dirt over his corpse. Closing him off from memory. Blue orbs moved from face to face—her family mourning the loss of their own. Her mother stood wearing the expression of a grieving mother, Bekah close at her side. Niklaus stood off, on his own at it seemed he would always be. A dry trail of tears were the only indication that he blamed himself for the untimely death of Henrik.

Kol hovered near their father and Finn, face somber. He had not spoken a word since…the blond closed her eyes in prayer. Hoping that this would nay be the last she saw of her beloved brother.

They would be united again. In death.

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England 1491

She watched as Elijah moved about the room, entertaining the myriad of guests in attendance for Rebekah's birthday celebration. Niklaus of course was not in attendance. He had left on a hunting trip, as he liked to refer to them, that very afternoon, and had failed to return as of yet. Her sister had been disappointed to learn of the man's unannounced departure. The blond's eyes danced around the room, finding Bekah—dressed in a deep, plum colored gown that was exquisitely beautiful, golden linen lining its hem. She looked breathtaking with long tresses of hair falling down her back in a wave of gold.

The young girl was surrounded by the noblemen of their territory, all of whom wished to court the beauty. She was the life of the party, Caroline noted, moving amongst the throng of guests until she reached the closest exit. It was all too much.

The men of this century…they did not seek love, or an equal companion. No, what they sought was power…control over her. Like Mikael had done her mother. Treated her with such dejection and mistrust as the years passed. She never knew why he could not simply be happy—live the life of a man who had everything he could ever ask for.

"There you are sister." An all too familiar voice called, pulling her from her thoughts. Kol. His arrival could only mean that Nik had finally returned from his hunting. "Where are you off to?"

Caroline turned to greet her baby brother, plastering a gentle smile on her face. "Nowhere, Kol. I was simply going to see if Niklaus had arrived yet. Bekah has been impatiently waiting upon his arrival."

The boy nodded in understanding. Just as she had a unique bond with Elijah, her sister shared the same with Niklaus, of whom she viewed as her protector. And over the years he had been that…to all of them. Shielding them from Mikael, who desperately sought to end him.

Kol placed a hand on her arm, pulling her gently from any form of escape and leading her back into the mass of partygoers. A few familiar faces greeting her with pleasantries. Men who had tried countless a time to woo her…none of which held her affections. They were all the same. Seeking her title, and not her heart. Of which she was none too eager to give away.

Was it selfish of her to want more? To crave the touch of love. To look upon a man's face and know he was everything she could ever dream of. To know that she could spend all of eternity with him and never grow tired of his company. An equal. One to walk the world with. Forever.

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Katherine had betrayed them. Betrayed him—just to save her ass. In her place for the ritual, she'd given up Jenna to the psychotic vampire Klaus. He'd left Ric's apartment, leaving no indication that he wished to part on good terms with the woman who had single handedly ruined their lives. Truly, if it was not for her Elena would not be endanger, Jenna would not be a vampire, Tyler would not have killed that innocent girl and have to suffer through the curse of being a werewolf, and he would not have been bitten. Doomed to die in the most horrible way imaginable. And worst of all, something had happened to Andie. She had yet to call him back…reply to any of the voluminous messages he'd left on her cell. He was actually growing worried that she was dead. And that would be on him, for bringing her into his situation. For asking her to stick her nose in Original business.

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"I'll do it," Jeremy spoke up, cutting through the silence.

The spell called for a human life. That couldn't be John…he had already been spelled. A back-up in case Elijah's elixir did not work and the ritual took a turn for the worse. They had to do whatever it took to keep Elena alive. But to risk the life of her own brother…

"Jeremy," Bonnie began, lips forming a thin line as she looked around the room at the faces watching their exchange. Stefan was silent. He wanted to save the girl he loved, and it was apparent he was willing to do whatever was necessary. Elijah made it a point not to interfere in their affairs. He had a duty to himself. Kill Niklaus—and that did not reconcile with him that someone had to endanger themselves to do it.

John had yet to return from the Gilbert residence. He'd gone to get a few things for Elena when they got her back. He was keen on the idea that they would. And Alaric…the frustration was evident on his face. Having to choose between the girl and Jeremy. Luka was the only one who appeared ready to vocalize some form of protest.

"I need to do this," the young man stated matter-of-factly, taking a step toward her. He placed a hand on her cheek, gently stroking the soft skin with his thumb. She was the girl he loved, he had faith in her, "You will bring me back Bonnie…everything will be okay."

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Jules was dead. Jenna—she watched on as Klaus ripped her aunt's heart from her chest. Her eyes followed his movements as he approached her, the flames licking at his feet as the barrier fell.

He extended an arm out to her, "It's time."

This was it. Her gaze flickered to where Stefan lay unconscious only a few yards away. She was going to die in this field, she thought, standing up on shaky feet. She swept past him, not bothering to spare him a glance as she made her way to the altar, joining a chanting Greta.

Klaus was at her side in an instant, fingers grasping her chin and guiding her face to look at him.

"Thank you…Elena," he whispered gently as he stared down at her.

"Go to hell." The brunette responded dejectedly, with fire in her eyes.

Klaus wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into him as he sunk his fangs into her unblemished neck. Draining her of her life force before letting her corpse fall to his feet as the last of the flames died down.

"Greta!" Luka exclaimed, appearing from the shadows. The witch turned at the sound of her name, eyes narrowing as they fell on her brother. "What are you doing?"

"Fulfilling my duties to Klaus," She informed him, turning to indicate the man whose face had changed to one of wonder. He could already feel the change, the raw power coursing through his body.

"He killed our father, Greta!" He snapped, approaching the girl cautiously.

"I can feel it." He heard Klaus announce somewhere off in the distance as he moved. "It's happening."

"No, Luka," Greta sighed, taking a step toward him; arm shooting out from her side as she pressed the cool steel against him. "I did."

Luka's wide orbs slowly drifted down his body to where the offending dagger pierced his chest. His eyes snapped up to her, taking in the dark expression of her face. She was enjoying this. Killing him, he realized as he sunk to his knees.

Greta returned her attention to the transitioning Hybrid, watching on in delight as his body began to shift. She was unprepared for what happened next. A set of hands grasped either side of her head, twisting sharply. Ending her life with a sickening crack.

A powerful force knocked Klaus onto his back. Elijah pressed his knees into the man's side, knocking the wind out of him. Suddenly, Damon was at his side, grabbing a hold of Klaus' arms and pulling them above his head so that he could not break free.

Elijah plunged his blood soaked hand into the hybrid's chest connecting him to the human.

"Ocoros Mecante, Aleora Subsitos!"

"Elijah," Klaus breathed as he stared up at his brother.

"Hello, brother." The man said in turn, pressing his fingers roughly into him. "In the name of our family, Niklaus…"

"Ocoros Mecante, Aleora Subsitos!"

"I didn't bury them at sea." Klaus got out, desperation evident in his tone. Elijah's hardened expression fell at his words. Damon's eyes flickered to Elijah, studying his movements carefully. It was clear that the hybrid was getting to the man.

"What?"

"Their bodies are safe…if you kill me you'll never find them."

"Olo Santire, Dis Et Brav!"

"Don't listen to him." The Salvatore spoke up harshly. There was no way in hell he would believe the man for an instant.

"Elijah…I can take you to them…" Klaus lulled, voice filled with promise. "I give you my word, brother."

"Elijah," Damon began before the man craned his head to look at him. Knowing expression on his face.

"I'm sorry." Elijah said before pushing Damon from his brother, removing the hold he had over him and disappearing with the man in an instant.

"No!" The Salvatore growled out, his scream echoing throughout the field. Elijah had betrayed them, Jenna and Elena were dead, and he was nearly there. Nothing had gone as they'd planned. Even the warlock hadn't made it out alive.

His gaze flew toward the alter where Elena lay, face devoid of any of its usual color. He watched on as Stefan crawled over to her body, pulling her into his arms as tears streamed down his face.

She was dead. They had failed—his head fell at the realization, closing his eyes at the loss. Elena was gone…he had failed her. A warm hand fell to his shoulder, a sudden sensation of calm washing over him. No, it couldn't be…the familiar touch almost overwhelming him in that moment. He lifted his head, slowly, almost hesitantly as if he did not want to see who it was.

Blue orbs widened at the sight. It was her. She'd appeared like a bright light in the middle of darkness.

"Caroline…" Damon breathed out in astonishment. The blond knelt beside him, hands moving to caress either cheek, fingers cool to the touch. It was as if he were staring into the face of a ghost. All the unfamiliar feelings that had been gathering inside of him since her compulsion had warned off. He reached a shaky arm out, hand inching closer to the smooth expanse of her face. Her brows scrunched together as he traced her lips with his finger.

"I'm here." She whispered gently at his look of distress. The doppelganger was dead. The girl that he had sacrificed everything for had been murdered by her brother. There was a familiar glint in his eye—he was a man driven to the edge. He needed her, she realized. Caroline wrapped her arms around his form, pulling him to his feet. "Come on, Damon. We need to go…"

The Salvatore allowed her to lead him away from the scene, riddled with death…Jules…Jenna and Luka…even Greta had not made it. They'd all perished in that field. His gaze drifted to where Stefan stood, the Gilbert cradled in his arms. Elena had been as unlucky. Her only hope now being Elijah's elixir.

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John Gilbert had been more than surprised when Elena woke up from her eternal slumber and he hadn't died. He was sure the spell that had linked him to his daughter would be what saved her. How could they trust that Elijah's mysterious elixir would have saved her…he closed his eyes at the sound of her voicing that she was fine.

He'd been ready to give up his life for her.

He stood outside, staring up, into the bright, promising sun. He still had time. Time to be the father he'd never been to the girl.

"John." He turned toward the entrance at the sound of his name. Elena leaned against the doorframe, eyes watching him carefully as she spoke. "Jeremy told me what you were going to do…"

The man was silent for a moment as he took her in. It was hard to deny that all the characteristics he had fallen in love with in her mother where within her as well. The determination and radiance of beauty sounded her.

She took a step toward him as she continued, "…I've lost my parents, and Isobel…and now Jenna…" her eyes held such a pain as she stared back at him. "I can't lose anyone else."

He nodded in understanding, resting a gentle hand on her arm as her gaze fell to her feet. "I'm not going anywhere, Elena. I promise."

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"You remember." She said more as a statement of fact than a question.

He stared at her from across the parlor. He'd poured himself a glass of bourbon in light of recent events. They had just buried Jenna and Luka. And Elena was alive.

He took a sip from his glass before responding. "I do."

Her head fell for a moment in thought. The only thing that had been keeping her from reversing the compulsion she'd had over him was the threat of Klaus. But he was gone, along with Elijah—the traitor. But that did not mean that the man standing before her was the same man that had been in love with her all those years ago. He'd loved Katarina…and Elena. Where in his heart was there room for her?

"I remember the clubs," Damon began, setting his glass down. "The music…and dancing."

She closed her eyes as the memories of them together washed over her. As he continued, the sound of his voice drew closer.

"I remember the feel of your skin…against mine," at that moment she recognized his touch, stroking the bare flesh of her shoulder, trailing up her neck. "…the sweet smell of you…vanilla and sunlight…the taste of your lips…"

His eyes dropped to her lips for a moment, before flickering back. Piercing blue clashing against one another. His hand cupped her cheek and he tilted her head gently, gazing into her eyes.

"I remember loving you." Damon dipped his head, bringing his lips down to meet hers in a slow, tender kiss. He felt his heart beating loudly in his chest at the contact. His lips tingled, he realized as she pulled away slowly.

The blond gazed up at him for a moment in awe. A single kiss and he was on fire. He could not deny how much he wanted to pull her to him and take her right then and there. But the look in her eye…the gleam of something foreign to him was enough to keep him at bay.

Her hand flew to his arm, pulling back the sleeve of his white, button down shirt, exposing the werewolf bite that had marked him for death.

Caroline gasped at the sight, finger ghosting over the wound. She knew what a werewolf bite meant for a vampire. Death. She looked back up at Damon, hands wrapping around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. He tensed for a moment at the gesture, before sinking into her comforting touch. This was it. This was the end.

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Author's Note: Sorry I haven't been able to update in a while. I was visiting relatives who do not have internet. So I had to wait until I got back before I could upload anything new.