A/N: Hey lovelies! I am sending you guys another chapter now! Thank you so much for the reviews. School literally just started today, and I have homework to do, but I'm here updating instead. I am planning on updating once every two weeks, so that gives me two weekends to finish.

Thank you to BethanyRose92, the two Guests, and emacsweeny for the constructive reviews and the occasional request for a strip tease.

I hope you enjoy the chapter, and as always please review and follow/fav.

Chapter IV: Double, Double, Toil Trouble

"I guess I should be leaving," Caroline answered to Klaus, her arms tied behind her back in ropes, dunked in vervain, after stabbing her with arrows in another dosage of vervain.

"No, you will explain to me, what in the bloody hell you are doing here," Klaus asked.

"You were the one that snapped my neck and brought me here last time I checked. And Mikael? Are you serious? Am I a gift from Mikael? I am no one's gift. I'll be your worst nightmare the moment you untie me from these vervain ropes," Caroline imitated Klaus' accent in a mocking matter before the vervain ropes she was squirming under seared her body.

Caroline's carefully pulled back hair tied in a band was now loose, hair falling around her shoulders. Klaus couldn't help but imagine those tresses through his fingers. He quickly chided himself, and spoke the following words instead.

"Don't you dare mock me!" Klaus screamed, enraged, causing Caroline, for the first time since being in the Original vampire's presence, to cringe.

"I don't know who Mikael is. I swear," Caroline whispered.

Klaus flinched. He broke this girl. Hours upon hours of agonizing torture.

Elijah's gaze from Caroline's face fell to her hand, which carried a daylight ring, and astounded them both, considering it was very hard to find a witch who would make one for the monsters they were.

"Tell me, who gave you that daylight ring?" Elijah asked, as he reached back to take it off her finger.

Caroline flinched, it's familiar weight on her finger making her feel naked."My childhood friend was a witch. She made it for me when I first turned,"

"Where is she now? Would she be willing to make more?" Klaus questioned further. This vampire had connections with a witch, and is friends with one. Who else does she have under her wing?

"I don't know where she is. But even if I knew where she was, she wouldn't make more for vampires," Caroline knew that she had to sell it now, for if she was compelled her, whole story would unravel. And she would be left screwed over.

"What's her name?" One of them asked. She didn't bother looking up. This wasn't like her, but if Caroline wanted them to not compel her, they can't get the idea to.

"Ebony. That's the name she went by. I believe that she changed that too by now," Caroline was never going to give up Bonnie's name. And she'd rather give the name of the bitch that brought her to this state in the first.

"Ebony…" Klaus recognized that name from somewhere. His eyes slightly squinted in confusion and concentration. She sold fabrics in a stall somewhere in the Town. He quickly reclaimed the stoic composure he had before, telling himself that he should not let anyone know of the information he had. He make a small mental note to speak with Ebony later.

"Can I leave now?" Caroline snarkily asked.

Klaus smirked. Even at her lowest point, she still kept her stance strong against threats. That he could respect. What he could not? That attitude.

"You may leave," Klaus started, but didn't finish before Caroline spoke up.

"Great, why don't you come around here and get rid of these ropes, yeah?"

Yeah? Is that a new way of saying yes?

"I didn't finish. You are coming with me to speak with that witch you spoke of. Ebony."

"Why do you need me to come with you? Go with Lord Elijah, and leave me alone now." Caroline responded. Seconds later, things started clicking in her head. Ebony is from the future, so why would she be in this time period? In 1492? Unless this was a different Ebony, things just started making a little sense.

"I will come down here tomorrow, to untangle you from those ropes. But before I go, I have one more question to ask you,"

"Anything,"

"Is this the same witch that put you under a coma for two years?"

Caroline knew the answer she gave was a lie, and the entire lie was so messed up she couldn't believe that he believed it, but there needed to be an answer,

"Yes,"

.

.

.

Katherine found herself a new house in a matter of hours,spending her night at another rich (now dead) noble men's manor. She had all the unhealthy blood, smelly food, and dirty water in the world at her disposal. Life in 1492 was good. Except for one pesky problem.

Elijah.

She had mixed feelings about seeing him at first. There he was, all strong and handsome. And he was the definition of stability. But Katherine knew how this was going to go down, She had to go on the run. And Elijah would stay by his brother's side, because 500 years of babysitting wasn't enough, he had to go on for another 500 years, before realizing that Klaus is a grown man, and can take care of himself.

Katherine deeply inhaled. Elijah was probably checking on her human self. Making sure she was still fragile and gentle enough to be the sacrificial lamb for Klaus' pathetic hybrid curse. Whatever. Elijah will be the inevitable reason Klaus turns into an even bigger monster than he already is. Encouraging him to go through with this isn't in the best interest for everyone else around him.

Out of the corner of her eye, Katherine glanced, confirming her own suspicions that someone was walking there, quietly stepping on the steps, and breathing in small breaths, trying to act inconspicuous

Well that wasn't working.

Katherine vamp-sped to the door, and opened it fast, as an attempt to surprise the person on the other side. She should have known that the one person that she didn't want to see again, was on the other side of the door .

"Elijah."

"You," Elijah smiled a small smile,

Katherine just stared him down. Elijah, a man of honour and diplomacy was a little startled that she hadn't invited him inside yet

"Well, aren't you going to invite me inside?" Elijah smirked against those thin lips.

"Do you want something from me?"

"Who are you? Katerina is still in the castle. And like you said. Human. So that begs the question, who are you?"

"Katherine Pierce," It was Katherine's turn to smirk. She was playing with an Original's mind, knowing all of the future 500 years she was on the run for.

"Katerina?"

"No. Come in, won't you?" She winked and with a flick of the pony-tail she currently had pulled her curls into, walked deeper into the room.

"How did you find me anyway?" Katherine asked again, when she turned around.

"You left Lord Francis and his wife's bodies in the shrubs. It was easy to deduce. Something tells me you aren't going to settle for anything less than royal luxuries."

Elijah was amused at this Katherine. The girl he had at home, was gentle and caring. One who enchanted him with her beauty, and honesty. But this Katherine, she was fierce and daring and always left him wanting more. Where is she from? Why does she look like Katerina? Why did they have similar names? And why did she wear her hair like that?

"Would you believe me if I told you Katerina and me are twins?" Katherine asked, as if she had read his mind.

"No. That's impossible," Elijah gasped. This woman was getting more interesting by the minute.

"Than I would tell you that you're right. Doppelgangers don't come in the form of twins. Even I know this,"

"Than we can agree that you are not Katerina's twin. Can you divulge how you have the face of the Original doppelganger?" Elijah asked her again.

"Does everything with you have to be so serious? So urgent? Look, I'll tell you when I am ready. About who I really am, and how this affects you. But until then, be a source of entertainment, will you?" Katherine questioned. If her skills were still in check, than she would happily have a good night in bed with him, before running off somewhere else. Outside England.

"You obviously don't know me well. I won't rest, until I find out if you are a threat to my family" Elijah leered.

"Well you don't know me at all, do you? It's a pity you won't get that answer today,"

"A pity indeed," Elijah stared into 'Katherine's' (if that was her name) dark, mischievous glint in her eyes and for a second, he gave a genuine smile. Katherine couldn't help noticing how strange and foreign it looked on his face, but after a second thought, she changed her mind. It was a sight she wouldn't mind seeing again soon.

Katherine was the first to interrupt their gaze/eye-sex/staring contest. Call it what you will, but it was extremely awkward after a while for her. And she's usually the one to stare without wavering. Elijah coughed, at the detour that their conversation took.

"Would you like to come back to the palace for dinner?" Elijah asked her. He tried, but they both knew Katherine wasn't that stupid.

"Nice try, my lord. Now out you go,"

"When can I see you again?" Elijah asked with a breathlessness in his voice.

"You already see me every day," Katherine smiled, and soon shut the door on Elijah.

Elijah decided to walk home instead of getting a carriage ride home. Thinking about the small conversation between him and this Katherine have made him realize something. Firstly, her accent wasn't British. In fact, it was similar to Caroline Forbes' in nature. Second, her hair was in a different style. Hair pulled back and tied with a band, high on her head. Something that he noticed oddly enough Caroline wearing as well.

Elijah tried going through all the years he lived through. Did he ever see the hair style before?

There was one person, he wanted to question.

Katerina Petrova.

.

.

.

It has been a few hours since Klaus left Caroline to her own devices in her special cell. The vervain ropes didn't burn her skin as much as they did before, considering how little of the vervain water these ropes might have sucked in anyway.

She needed to find Katherine, get back to their future, and save her mother, from a fate that indirectly she was the cause of. Her mother who was in danger, so Caroline could get lured back into Mystic Falls, to become a sort of sacrificial lamb to the mighty Niklaus Mikaelson.

God, she should have moved out of Mystic Falls with her dad when she had the chance.

But what Caroline really wanted the most, was some music. Because looking at the same dirty spot on the grimy wall was making her mind explode. She wouldn't have minded singing to a some catchy tunes while waiting for Klaus to come down and take her to that witch.

She's only seen Klaus twice. Both in this very dungeon. And every other instance of small means weren't good. The first time they met, it took him less than a second for him to snap her neck. Than, they meet again in a dungeon. And when those friggin' Mikaelsons decide that she could stay in a room like a lady, she's taken away from the little comfort she had there, back into a dungeon full of torture.

However, Caroline couldn't help but notice the undeniable spark of chemistry they had. It was too premature of her to go 'looking deeper in his soul for an actual heart', but those moments that she glanced at him during random moments in their conversations, he would be always staring at her. Like she's a puzzle, something to be solved. Like she entranced him or something.

And she had mixed feelings about that.

She reminded herself that she had Matt, her precious love back home in 2011 Mystic Falls. And she isn't the type to betray him. She loved him. But, it's not like Matt ever looked at her like that.

I think.

Caroline wasn't given enough time to think, as the doors at the top of the danky stone stairwell were lit with the glow of the light outside.

"Ah, dear Caroline. I believe that since the vervain ropes are dry, we can start compelling the truth out of you. I had my fun torturing you, and now I am demanding answers," Klaus' voice boomed.

"Go ahead, compel me all you want. If it makes you trust me,"

"Hah, trust? I don't believe in it,"

Caroline paused for a moment adding later, "I think you should start,"

Klaus' gaze darkened. "Alright then, why don't you answer this question. Give me a chance to trust you," he tilted in head, "How did you get into a deep sleep? You thought it to be 1490,"

"All I know is a witch put a curse over the town. Everyone stayed asleep for two years,"

"You told me a witch that was...courting a vampire caused this," Klaus queried

"Well, I'm a pathetic liar,"

Caroline thought that Klaus held a small smile on his lips.

"That works well in my favour," Klaus said.

"Will you untie me now? You know I have nothing to do with Mikael now, don't you?"

"I do."

So Klaus dug his fingers into the knots and expertly untied Caroline from the torturing ropes. Klaus' ears perked when they heard her sigh in relief.

What was he going to do with her?

.

.

.

Katerina Petrova was Bulgarian-born and raised. Even though, she resided in England now, her roots told her that living in the same castle as Klaus Mikaelson was not wise. He was a womanizing noble, with paranoia and trust issues that ran deep. There have even been talks of the man being a different creature altogether.

A beast, they called him. Savagely roaming the countryside feasting on all villagers that were placed with the misfortune of being in his sight. Feasting on the blood of other humans, while parading as such too.

It inwardly made Katerina shiver.

All these warning signs in place, should have made Katerina run. However, one look into Klaus' eyes, and she knew that he was just an outcast. An insider on the outs. Katerina wanted to be the one to change him.

Katerina came two days ago. Trevor, her lovely aid, taught her the secrets of high-class English society. It was at Klaus' birthday party that she caught his eyes, and almost immediately was asked to live here.

She said yes, because she didn't know where else to go.

Katerina didn't wish for people to judge her because she was an unwed woman living with two unwed men alone. But, Katerina knew that this was the only way that she could gain some respect. If she made Klaus fall in love with her, than she could marry him, and be respected amongst people of England.

Katerina needed to prove her family wrong.

Lying in her bed, in a very expensive fabrics, she felt off. This wasn't her. She was humble and homely type of person. She didn't like flaunting herself. Unless it meant getting something she wanted. Katerina wasn't oblivious to her Bulgarian beauty. It was something that has helped her a long way from her small village in Bulgaria to the developing towns in England.

She woke straight up in her bed, hearing someone pace at her door. She got out of bed, and opened the door, hoping it was Klaus. She was wearing some flimsy material to cover herself, and she hoped that it would be good enough to entice him.

Inside, Katerina knew that Klaus wasn't for her. But she was going to try and be happy with him.

When Katerina opened the door, a familiar face greeted her on the other side.

"Katerina,"

"Lord Elijah. I…"

"I need to talk, please. Put on some clothes and meet me in the library." Elijah's voice sounded urgent and desperate. She wanted to send him away till the morning, but she looked into Elijah's deep, homely eyes. Katerina couldn't say no.

"Of course my lord,"

Katerina's curls feel upon her shoulders, covering herself in the most enticing manner. Elijah couldn't help but be breathless. There was only one other time where Elijah found himself in that position.

With Katherine Pierce.

All these doppelgangers were getting him confused.

After quickly walking downstairs, he waited for Katerina, who arrived shortly after in a pale pink dress.

"What do you know about Katherine Pierce?" Elijah pounced the question on her. He wished to know the answer right away, and didn't do anything like waste time.

"Who is she?" Katherine asked, eyebrows scrunching in confusion.

"That's what I'm asking you," Elijah said back, leaning back into the chair.

"I don't know who she is. I'm sorry," Elijah could tell that Katherine...Katerina was saying the truth.

"What do you know about Caroline Forbes?" Elijah asked in rapid fire again. He was being urgent. This was clear to Katerina. Why was he asking him about other women? Did he wish to court them? Katerina didn't want to see Elijah with another woman, Why, she didn't know.

"Nothing,"

"Oh," Elijah paused for a minute before continuing. "You may go back to bed now. I sincerely apologize for disturbing you." And with that curt greeting, Elijah walked out the study.

Katerina had no idea what was happened.

.

.

.

Katherine's head started pounding in her sleep, forcing her to wake up from the memories she was gaining. Katherine. Talking late at night. With Elijah.

About herself and Caroline.

What Katherine realized, and Elijah didn't, was that he was changing history. Forever.

Oh boy.

A/N: There's your chapter. Its getting late, so I should probably get going. And by the way, I apologize for the cliffhangy thing there, and the shorter chapter. Longer chapters will be up soon.

And follow me on tumblr on ophiuchusixii . tumblr . com

Till Next Time,

Ann