A/N: Thank you MissBootjah, Hellzz-on-Earth and Damon X Misaki for your awesome reviews and continued support, this is for you guys, hope you like it J!

Okay, can I just say how hard it is to be a Klaus fan recently?! It's torture! How could the writers be so mean to him :'( Last episode of TO was an emotional rollercoaster for me, sigh… I really hope someone will cut Klaus some slack soon, send Caroline or something; the dude is really having a hard time! But then again, I guess I'm not really any better… :P

Disclaimer: I still don't own TVD or TO – obviously…

Anyway chapter six and GO!

Caroline groaned and blinked her eyes open with much difficulty. Her head felt like it had been used as punching bag, a hundred times over and it was hard to concentrate on anything. The wound, from the bite, was pulsing painfully and Caroline could literally feel the venom run in her veins and throughout her entire body. Her sight was blurry and she could barely make out the person sitting in front of her.

"Tyler…?" she whispered in a strained voice and coughed. Caroline hissed as the coughing sent dagger like pains through her chest.

"Indeed," Tyler said and smiled sweetly, "Just got back from my little chat with Klaus, he would love to see you, but I'm afraid he's a little hung up right now. He sends his regards..."

Tyler moved closer to Caroline, so she was able to make out every little change in his expression.

"Klaus…?" Caroline asked, in between dry coughs. She vaguely remembered Klaus being at the graveyard, but why would he be there, and how would he be here now? They hadn't really talked since that night, even though she had been in town for several days since and before that, they hadn't spoken for 500 years, so why would he go through the trouble now? Why would Tyler and the mysterious witch keep her prisoner, to lure out Klaus? Caroline was beyond confused and the throbbing pain in her head and entire body didn't help.

By now, she was convinced she should have stayed in Europe, then she would not, have been caught up in this mess and she would certainly not be dying from a stupid bite by her ex. If only her family in Europe could see her now. If only the countless detectives, using up their short lives, chasing the black widow, could see the infamous serial killer now. Caroline thought of two or three, who'd be turning in their graves in regret, from not coming up with the idea or being able to witness her demise. Caroline laughed, triggering another series of painful coughs, bringing some blood with it. She guessed they'd be throwing a victory party on the other side.

She looked up, starring into Tyler's blue eyes. Eyes that had once been so dear to her, it was so long ago and felt even longer, in another lifetime. By now, she wondered just why she had loved them, it didn't make sense to her at all, but neither did the things Tyler was doing.

"Why are you doing this…?" Caroline wondered aloud, "What happened to you?"

Tyler huffed and gave Caroline a disbelieving look.

"Klaus happened," he said, as if it was obvious, "he literally took everything from me, you know this, so how can you even ask? Then his sister and foster son buried me in a vampire graveyard, to rot for centuries until Hazel found and freed me. She nursed me back to health and when she told me about her plan to end the originals, I was more than happy to help her." Tyler told and starred intensely at Caroline, "She told me about you and your little run in with Klaus in the woods, imagine my surprise and the feel of betrayal. Where do you think I was, while you were happily banging my nemesis?" Caroline blinked confused. Hazel knew what had happened in the woods? How? From the one time Caroline had met Hazel, the witch, although powerful, had not seemed older than 16, how could she know about something that had happened almost 500 years before she was born? Caroline shook her head; nothing seemed to make sense anymore, except one thing.

"Oh no, don't you dare guilt trip me!" Caroline said with gritted teeth, feeling the adrenaline from a raising anger clear her mind and numb the pain, "If you hadn't been so obsessed with your revenge crusade and actually cared about me more, then it wouldn't have happened in the first place! I loved you, I really did! So don't try and pin this on me, because it's all you! You're the one who made the wrong choice, Klaus didn't, even though I gave him a similar choice, so excuse me for having a little more respect for him, like that! And even after 5 centuries, you still can't let it go?"

Tyler rose suddenly and headed for the door where he turned and looked back at Caroline shortly.

"You know nothing," he said, glaring at her, "Maybe, with both you and Klaus gone, I will finally be able to live my life as I deserve it…" With those words, Tyler left Caroline to fight against the dizziness and pain, slowly returning as the effects of the adrenaline faded.

"So, you're telling me that both Klaus and Caroline are held prisoners by this Hazel, supposedly a witch and working with Tyler?" Stefan tried to clear up. Both Elijah and Lucia nodded and Stefan fell back into the armchair with a sigh.

"The situation is looking rather grim," Elijah, said tapping his fingers, "which is why I felt the need to ask for help. As long as we don't know who this Hazel is or the amount of her power, we're…"

"We're screwed!" Lucia finished raising her arms shortly in frustration. Stefan looked from Elijah to Lucia and back. In the centuries Stefan had known the two Mikaelsons, he'd never seen them like this. The normally composed Elijah looked beyond tired with unruly hair and his appearance messy. Lucia was jumpy and wearing her emotions on her sleeves, like an open book, more than usual. Stefan took her hand and caressed it, trying to give her a little comfort. Lucia relaxed visibly and gave him a grateful smile in return.

"So, what's the plan?"

That moment Marcel entered the study, closely followed by Cary and Selena. All three of them looked exhausted and Marcel shook his head regrettably by Elijah and Lucia's expectant and hopeful faces.

"Nothing," Marcel reported with a sigh, "Nothing at all. We went to the graveyard, but there was no one there, Selena did a spell, which confirmed they'd both been there earlier, not weren't able to located their current position. Whoever this Hazel is, she's got some powerful magic…"

"Damnit!" Elijah shouted frustrated and punched a hole in the nearest wall. Everyone in the room flinched nervously. Now, an emotionally out of control Klaus, they could handle, since it had been a reoccurring thing over the years, but an unstable Elijah was a rare sight, which had only been seen once or twice by a few. Lucia let go of Stefan's hand and walked up to her uncle, carefully. She put a gentle hand on his shoulder and rubbed it comforting.

"Look I know you, I know my dad and I know this family," She said gently, trying to believe the words she spoke, "And I know it will alright, okay? We'll get through this," Lucia looked from Elijah to the other four in the study, "we always do…"

Stefan nodded and rose, to give Lucia support. She let go of Elijah and buried herself in Stefan's comforting embrace. Elijah let out a long breath, fixed his suit and ran a hand through his hair.

"Lucia is right," he said and looked at his extended family with a determined look, "We are not helping Niklaus or Miss Caroline with our brooding, so here's the plan…"

He should have known. How had he not figured it out? Everything had seemed so familiar, for a reason. It was so obvious, now that he knew. One would think they had learned their lesson after everything that happened with Celeste. He should have known what a treacherous and vengeful witch was capable of. However, by the time they had learned about Celeste and her plot, it had already been too late, what happened now, had already been set in stone.

Klaus groaned in annoyance of his own ignorance. To think that what they did back then, in an act of desperation, wouldn't come back and bite them, had just been naïve. Klaus wondered where she'd been after Sophie died, how many lives had she lived and why she would wait until know, to make a move? It had been five hundred years with plenty opportunities to strike. Was it because of Caroline? Tyler?

A smile spread across Klaus' dry, pale lips and he couldn't resist a small chuckle. The more he thought about it, the more funny it seemed to him. He had spent many long and agonizing hours, trying to figure out who this Hazel was and why she was doing what she did. Now that he knew, it all seemed ridicules to him. The fear and frustration had been replaced with pure anger and hate, in a way he hadn't felt for a long time. It had always been either her or him. They had always haunted him and he had he feared them. Elijah had been right, but it ended with this. Ended for good. Klaus would personally make sure of it.

He closed his eyes, concentrated all his anger and hate, gathered his last strength and let out the wolf within him. Dark yellow eyes with black pupils revealed themselves. Two pair of fangs grew dangerously sharp. Every little muscle in his body tensed. With a low growl, Klaus yanked at the chains and they fell of their hinges, like a knife from soft butter.

A careless whistle and light steps reached Klaus' heightened hearing ears. He could feel the magic reaching him; hear the pumping of warm blood through veins. Smell the small droplets of the ever-exiting sweat. Klaus smirked; it seemed the afternoon refreshment was served.

A/N: … Again, I love writing the bad side of Klaus ;P So, in this chapter, both Klaus and Caroline showed a little bit of their fighter spirit, with Caroline standing up to Tyler and Klaus finally pulling himself together and I promise you, there's a lot more where that came from ;) In case you didn't figure it out, the section with Klaus is a continuation from the epilogue, so if it didn't make much sense to you, try go back and read that J We're closing in on the Hazel mystery, but it's far from over…

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