A/N: First of – So, so sorry for the late update! I've recently started studying, which takes up a lot of time with a crazy amount of homework, although reading about the human anatomy is exciting J

Secondly: That moment when you're writing a fanfiction and you realize how brilliant your plot is :P I fell over a scene from an earlier episode of TVD and realized just how perfect it fits with this story plot! I really wanna share the connection with you, buuut it would be a total spoiler, so I won't… :P

Instead, maybe in time, you can figure out the scene yourself; test your TVD wikia ;)

Oh, and I have a little surprise appearance coming up for ya'll, hope you like it :)

Now, let's be real, I don't own TO or TVD, if I did, things would be very different and ya'll would be fangirling over Klaroline every minute of the shows ;P

"Uncle Elijah, you're up early," Lucia commented surprised, at Elijah's presence in the kitchen. The sun had barely risen and the last nightwalkers had just stumbled off the streets, hiding away from the daylight. Lucia had not been able to sleep, because of an unsettling gut feeling and had, by the first light, given up on getting any sleep at all.

Elijah looked exhausted, sitting at the dinner table, caressing a mug of black coffee. His, normally very styled hair, was ruffled in a mess and his perfect poker face has several worry lines and dark circles under his eyes. Lucia had not seen her uncle in such a bad shape since her mother died. Slightly worried about what had caused the unshakeable Elijah that state, Lucia sat down next to him.

"You haven't even slept, have you?" She asked worried and rested a comforting hand on his arm. Elijah shook his head and let out a long sigh.

"Something's wrong, isn't there? What is it?" Lucia said, fearing the answer, but still very determined to get it. Her bad gut feeling, her reason for lack of sleep must've been there for a reason.

"No, it's nothing," Elijah mumbled and rose from the chair, leaving the mug half-full.

"You're lying!" Lucia said angrily and followed her uncle out of the kitchen, "what it is you're keeping from me? I'm almost 500 and next to my father, I'm the strongest hybrid, so stop treating me like a child!" Elijah stopped in his tracks and looked back at his niece. A small smile spread across his lips.

"And yet, right now you're acting as a child?" He said and rose an eyebrow. Lucia glared at him. Elijah sighed and drove a hand through his messy hair tiredly.

"Fine," he said surrendering to her stubbornness," come with me to the office, I'll fill you in on everything."

Elijah and Lucia had barely exited the kitchen, when Lucia saw a familiar back, further down the hall. A mischievous grin spread across her lips as she snuck up on the person. Elijah watched her and shook his head smiling.

"Guess who!"

Stefan laughed and pried Lucia's fingers away from his eyes.

"Hello Lucia," he said and turned towards the younger hybrid, "how are you?"

Over the past centuries, Stefan Salvatore had visited the original family in New Orleans, on several occasions, and had rebuild his close friendship with Klaus, which brought several other friendships with it. Among these were Lucia Mikaelson. Stefan had gotten a call from Elijah, the day before, asking him to come to New Orleans, to help with a situation. Elijah hadn't given much detail about the case, other than it seemed not only were Klaus in trouble, but Caroline too. This made Stefan pack his things and head towards the city right away.

Lucia hugged Stefan tight and didn't let go as Elijah came up to them.

"Stefan, good to see you, friend," Elijah said holding out his hand, which Stefan took, with difficulty, seeing as Lucia was still stuck on him, "thank you for coming on such short notice."

"Anytime," Stefan replied, caressing Lucia's head absentmindedly, "so what's it all about? What's going on?"

The first thing Klaus noticed, regaining consciousness, was the excruciating pain running throughout his entire body, starting from his wrists. Next, when he opened his eyes slowly, Klaus found himself in an unfamiliar place. A cold, dungeon looking room. His chest; naked and exposed and his arms forced upright by the chains digging into his wrists.

Suddenly the iron door squeaked open and Tyler entered the dungeon, with a gleeful smile plastered on his face. In a wave of memories and emotions, everything from the night before came back. The phone call, graveyard, trap, Tyler and Caroline. Anger, grief and despair. Klaus swallowed hard, trying to comprehend everything that had happened. He gritted his teeth and gave Tyler a death glare.

"You killed her..." Klaus whispered his voice raw, hoarse and loaded with hate. The reality of his own words bringing tears to his eyes. Tyler watched the other hybrid and huffed.

"I wish," he said and moved towards Klaus, playing with a familiar white witch dagger, "missed her heart by an inch, but don't worry, it won't happen next time."

By this news, Klaus let out a sigh of relieve. He couldn't help being just a little grateful that Caroline, supposedly, was still alive and there was still hope, somehow.

"You know," Tyler began and led the dagger across Klaus' chest, earning him a pain filled groan from the hybrid, "If I'd known you would go this far for Caroline, I would have used her a long time ago, instead of waiting 5 centuries for the right ally."

Klaus breathed heavily, trying to ignore the pain.

"And just who is that, mh? This so called Hazel?" Klaus asked between breaths. Tyler smirked gleefully and caressed the white blade. Klaus watched the knife carefully and wondered shortly how Tyler had come in possession of it. He remembered his last encounter with the dagger, centuries ago and it wasn't a particular fond memory, it wasn't a pain you could easily forget, not even with the years gone by. Tyler caught Klaus starring at the knife and grinned.

"It's quite beautiful, isn't it?" Tyler said, referring to the dagger, "An alliance gift from Hazel, she told me you had a special connection to it, which got me a little curious as to how."

Without a warning, Tyler launched the knife in Klaus' abdomen. Tyler's face lit up in gleeful satisfaction, as an ear-piercing scream of agony escaped Klaus. The familiar pain, he had hoped never to experience again soared through Klaus, turning and twisting every cell in his body painfully. Tyler laughed, retreating the dagger and looked at it in awe, as Klaus' dark red blood covered the white blade. Tyler looked from the knife, at Klaus in front of him, as the older hybrid breathed hard to fight the evident pain, which the knife had caused. The gash and stab wound from the dagger, along with other minor wounds, bleed uncontrollably, without healing itself up, causing Klaus to slowly, being drained for blood completely. Klaus felt this, as his sight got more and more blurry.

"Amazing…" he whispered to no one in particular, "it looks to me like you're not that unbeatable after all." Tyler commented grinning, turning his attention back to Klaus, "First Caroline and now this, my god, it's almost as if you're human and all it took was a little magic and brains."

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Klaus asked, trying to force himself to focus, so he wouldn't pass out.

"More than you could ever imagine," Tyler confirmed, "I've been dreaming about this for 500 years, which is why it saddens me to have to leave – for now." He said and put the dagger away carefully, before turning his back to Klaus and walked towards the iron door, "Maybe I'll go and have a chat with Caroline, catch up, talk about old times and then.. Ah wait, that's right, I probably can't..." Tyler turned in the door, facing Klaus with an evil smirk, "I recall biting her after missing her heart and seeing as that was hours ago, she's probably too busy with pain and hallucinations to be much talkative. Oh well." With a shrug, Tyler closed the door behind him.

"NO!" Klaus shouted desperately at the closed door, struggling with his chains, "Come back you! Let me out!"

"Not hearing you!" Klaus heard Tyler from the other side of the door along with ascending footsteps.

Klaus cursed and hissed as his movements brought pain to his abused muscles. He had to do something. Caroline was, although alive, far from safe and he had to get both of them out of this mess. He didn't care about the mysterious Hazel or even Tyler vengeance spree, all he cared about was getting free and get Caroline out.

Klaus shook his head, trying to get rid of the dizziness, sharpening his focus. He yanked his chains, but he was too weak for them to move even a bit from their hinges. He ignored the shooting pains, as he continued his fight against the stubborn chains. The damn magic, running in him, cursing him, made him weak and every cause of action seemed futile.

A/N: Dah, dah! So Caroline's not dead – yet! But if Tyler's words are anything to go by, she might not have much time left and with Klaus getting weaker by the minute is he gonna make it in time? What do you think? Any ideas? I'm a little curious as to what you think, cause I honestly have no idea, how they're gonna get out of this :S So help a girl out and tell me what you think?

Much appreciated!

And how did you like Stefan's appearance? And Lucia? And Tyler's evil, torturing self?