"So who exactly is this Walker guy?" Damon asked, pacing around Caroline's kitchen, pouring another glass of scotch when he stopped.

"A man I used to look up to. I wasn't as important to him as I had thought, and he let me go as soon as I started showing problems. He never offered me help, and I never understood why. Now, for some reason, he's seen fit to take Caroline."

"You don't know what he wants?" Elena asked from the couch.

"Not a damn clue. Figured you two might want to know that Caroline was missing though."

"This is all my fault," Elena said, on the verge of tears, "I could have asked Tyler to keep me company. If I hadn't asked her to come back with me, you two would still be-"

"Look, it's not your fault," Klaus said quietly, "We would have come back eventually to it. I'm sure they've been waiting for…" he trailed off then, a small thought entering his head.

"What?" Elena asked at his sudden silence.

"They were in my apartment," he murmured, "they…they were there for me, not her. Fucking hell. If it's anyone's fault, it's mine." Great, now he was the guilty one.

"It's not your fault either, Klaus," Elena assured him, "If it's anyone's fault, it's Walker's fault. Not yours."

Klaus hesitantly nodded. He needed to believe that more than anything. If he kept thinking that it was his fault, he would never get through this. He had to keep it together to save Caroline. Klaus hurriedly walked into Caroline's bathroom, changing out of his current attire, and into something more appropriate for what he was about to embark on. Cargo pants, combat boots, and a tight, black t-shirt. When he walked back out, there was an unexpected guest who had joined them. The man was dressed in clothing similar to Klaus's, all geared up to leave like he was.

"You," Klaus growled with hatred.

"Trust me, if it weren't a life or death situation, I wouldn't be here," Tyler hissed. So the dark haired boy wasn't a fan of Klaus. Shocker. At least Tyler still looked somewhat scared of him. That was satisfying.

"Why are you here?"

"I told him," Elena said timidly. Klaus shot her a glare, earning him a glare from Damon in return.

"Now why in the hell would you do something like that?" Klaus asked, his temper slowly rising.

"Because you can't do this alone," Elena tried reasoning with him.

"I beg to differ. I can do this on my own, and I will."

"It's suicide to do this alone! There will be more flunkies wherever Caroline is being taken."

"And I've taken on at least twenty by myself. Next problem?"

"There could be more than twenty!" Tyler piped in, "I'm the only one with the training to even attempt to aid you. Just accept my help."

"You can't possibly be serious. I. Don't. Trust. You. Deal with that, and sit tight like the good little boy I know you can be."

"You're delusional if you think I'm going to leave Caroline in the hands of someone as cocky as you. It'll get you killed. Or worse, it'll get her killed."

"Well apparently I am delusional. Haven't you heard?" Klaus narrowed his eyes, "How do I know you didn't have anything to do with those men in my apartment? Hmm? Trying to get me out of here?"

"You have to trust me when I say I had nothing to do with that."

"Didn't I just say that I don't trust you? Why should I believe a word you say?" Tyler threw his hands up in the air, as if giving up. Damon and Elena watched intently, moving their heads between the two men as if they were watching a tennis match. Tyler turned back around to face Klaus.

"Because I love Caroline, and I know how much she cares about you. She would never forgive me if I helped anyone take you."

Klaus thought about that for a minute. It was the most reasonable thing that had come out of that bastard's mouth since arriving. Of course he didn't want to work with him, but what choice did he have? The others in the room obviously wanted it, if Elena had gone as far as to call him. Klaus was more of a lone wolf. He didn't do well with partners. The only partner in war he wanted was his brother, and he wasn't there to go with him.

"You listen to me," Klaus threatened, walking up to Tyler, "I work alone. The only partner I had, is now dead because of you. So don't think that by going along, we're suddenly going to be buddy-buddy. I don't like you, and I never will."

"Fine by me."

"Klaus…you can't keep thinking Tyler killed your brother. He would never-"

"Elena…don't," Tyler stopped her. She shut up immediately, and the look in her eyes was laced with fear.

"Tyler…" she said with uncertainty. Damon had walked over to sit beside her on the couch now, and the two were looking at him like he was the most interesting person in the world. Klaus tilted his head a little as he listened. Tyler never looked away from Klaus, a determination in his eyes as he faced him.

"I'm. Sorry," Tyler said shakily. Elena and Damon both had that wide-eyed expression on their face, as they looked him up and down.

"Tyler!" Elena exclaimed, disbelief clear in her eyes as she put a hand over her mouth.

"Why?" was all Klaus asked, his fists clenching and unclenching as he tried not to throw a punch.

"He paid well…and I needed the money. Fast. He never told me why I needed to do it, just that if I went through with it and kept my mouth shut, I would be highly rewarded for my services. I wasn't thinking about the people it would affect. I just knew my mom needed the money. She's sick and we're losing what fortune we have. She needed treatments and it was the only way I saw I could help out. I can't take back what I've done, but let me help now."

"Why didn't you tell Caroline the truth? Why did you let her believe I was out of my mind?" Klaus asked, his voice dead serious, shaking a little from anger.

"I couldn't have her look at me in disgust. I never told her, or Elena, or Stefan what I did during my time because I knew they wouldn't be proud of me. I wasn't proud of what I did."

Klaus's mouth set in a tight line as he moved to face the shaking boy in front of him. His face got impossibly close as he took in Tyler's words. Nothing would ever fix what he had done. How could Klaus even be sure what he was saying was the truth? No…he still didn't trust him. There was something about what he said that was rubbing Klaus the wrong way though.

"Who hired you?" Klaus asked slowly, enunciating each word. Tyler closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath before opening them again.

"Walker."

Klaus had to remember to breathe. Walker had not only taken his brother…but now he had taken his girl? His body quivered with rage as he walked away from Tyler, pacing in a small little area. Dammit. He ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to gather himself. This had not been expected.

What was Walker's game? Why had he made Klaus's life a living hell? All the torture he had gone through after he had failed to kill one man, and now he was learning that Walker was the real monster? His whole fucking existence was being flipped upside down right before his eyes. And he was going through it all without Caroline.

Klaus nodded his head slowly, turning back on Tyler.

"Alright, you're coming with me."

"I really am sorry. I just wasn't thinking. He forced me to be silent about the whole thing and-"

"Save your god damn apology. If you really want to say you're sorry, then you tell Caroline what really happened. You tell her I wasn't imagining things when I saw you in that tree two years ago." Tyler nodded, albeit a bit reluctantly.

"Okay…I'll tell her. Listen, there's more you need to-"

Tyler never got to finish his sentence though, because a man came barreling through the door, landing on his back as he looked up, terrified at whatever had caused him to crash through. Wait, was that…

"Landon?" Klaus asked, completely confused. This night was just getting better and better.

"Please…please I told you I'm sorry!" he yelled to his assaulter. Klaus looked up, a small smirk playing at his lips when his eyes landed on the blonde woman.

"Baby sister," he said with pride.

"Brother," Rebekah nodded before strutting over to Landon, placing her heeled boot to his throat, "Now tell my friends here what you told me. Before I squash you like the cockroach you are," she said with obvious distaste.

"It was my fault!"

"Keep going," she coaxed him, pressing her boot down harder on his throat. A strangled choke came out of him as he continued.

"I was the reason the men were in your apartment. I told them you would be out of town. I told them you were back."

"And?" Rebekah asked in a dangerously sweet voice.

"I work for Walker!"

Her boot lifted from his throat, allowing him to gasp for air. The four looked at her in amazement, watching her completely kick this guy's ass.

"That a boy," she smiled.

"Please, Becca…I love you," he pleaded desperately, "I would never have done anything to harm you."

Very unexpectedly, Rebekah swung her foot with force at Landon's head, knocking him out cold. She sauntered toward the couch.

"I would tie him up. Maybe we can get more out of him later," she said nonchalantly.

"He worked for Walker this entire time?" Klaus asked, still dazzled by Rebekah's display only moments before.

"Apparently so. Here I thought he was getting to be boring."

"I told you I wasn't the one responsible for those men being in your apartment," Tyler added.

"Just because Landon was behind it, doesn't mean I trust you," Klaus said sternly, "Remember that."

"What do we do now?" Damon asked, speaking up for the first time in ages. He was also the only one to walk up to Landon and drag him over to a chair, tying him up as Rebekah had instructed.

"You three stay here with Landon. We'll figure out what to do with him when Tyler and I get back with Caroline."

"How are you guys going to get all the way to Thailand?" Elena asked, watching Landon's movements carefully as Damon finished tying him up.

"I've got some connections still," Klaus said, picking up a duffel bag full of weapons and other items he might need, "A man who was at the camp the day I killed that group of assassins knows how to fly a helicopter. There's a facility in Thailand that Walker used to threaten taking me to. I'll be surprised if that's not where he is."

"Why did he threaten to take you there?"

"It's better you don't know why," Klaus said seriously, tossing the duffel around his shoulders. Elena looked down, biting her lower lip. Landon had been securely tied to the chair, with what looked to be duct tape. Well, that would be a bitch to get out of.

"I'm ready when you are," Tyler said, pointing to a duffel bag similar to Klaus's that sat by the door. In all the commotion, he hadn't realized Tyler had brought a bag with him as well. Klaus nodded, walking over to Rebekah and placing a kiss on her forehead.

"Watch him like a hawk. This may take longer than a day, and I don't want anything happening to you while we're gone."

"Don't worry, Nik. We'll interrogate him while you're away. Just come back alive, okay? I despise Walker for what he did to you, but remember he isn't just another soldier."

"I promise. We'll come back safely, and with Caroline," he said confidently.

"Don't let your temper or cockiness get in the way, brother."

"He took my girl, Rebekah. And you know me…I get a little moody," he scrunched his nose up, stalking off to the door without another glance behind him. Tyler hurriedly kept up with him stride for stride.

"Klaus-"

"You just stay quiet for the majority of this trip, do your job, and we'll get along wonderfully. Understand?"

Tyler furrowed his brows, but looked down at the ground as they walked to where Klaus's Navigator was being held. Klaus nodded once.

"Fantastic."


For a long time, Caroline was in and out of consciousness. Her head hurt, her body hurt, and dammit she just wanted to be sleeping in her own bed. She was in a rather comfortable chair, however, when she finally woke up for good. She looked around the room, her vision slightly hazy from being out for such an extended amount of time. A semi blinding light greeted her.

She was on a plane. Like, a private jet kind of plane. Not a commercial flight where screaming babies and fat ladies whose only purpose was to crowd a person's space resided. Caroline was tied up, and forced to remain in her seat, but at least the chair was comfortable. It was more than she had ever thought she'd get considering her current predicament.

The two lugs who had kidnapped her must have been the very same guys who were sitting across from her.

"She's waking up, Carson," one said. His voice didn't sound familiar. He must have been different from the guy who had hit her. It had been dark; she hadn't seen them in the apartment before blacking out. The other guy, Carson, must have been the one who insulted her though.

"Make sure she gets her meds then, Carter. Don't want her to be uncomfortable," he chuckled. It was more of a dark chuckle, like he knew she was in for one hell of a ride. She furrowed her brows. Carson was a dick.

"It's not as bad as it sounds," Carter said quietly, "We just got you some Tylenol and water."

"And I'm supposed to believe you?" she said in disbelief, scoffing at him for even thinking her stupid enough to do that.

"It is. See?" he said, putting one of the pills up to her face. Caroline narrowed her eyes, trying to focus on the little white pill. Etched into it, was the word 'Tylenol.' Well, she did have a headache. No doubt by the time this was over, it would only get worse. Very reluctantly, she nodded; opening her mouth slightly so Carter could gently put the pill on her tongue. He helped her sip some water to ease its passage down her throat.

"Thank you," she whispered once she had swallowed.

"You're welcome."

"Why are you being so nice?" she asked him, genuinely curious about why in the hell one of Walker's men would treat her so sweetly. Carson obviously wasn't going to. Carter shrugged.

"I felt bad that you got knocked out. It isn't going to get easier from here either, so…yea."

"How old are you?" Caroline asked, looking him over. He didn't sound very old. Nor did he look it. His dark green eyes held a sort of innocence to them.

"I'm twenty. Twenty-one next month," he said with a small smile. She grinned.

"Happy early birthday."

"Thanks," he said shyly.

"You seem too nice to be working for Walker. So why are you?"

"It's my job. Has been since I joined, and always will be."

"Even if he kidnaps innocent women?" Caroline questioned. Carter was silent then, and didn't answer the question for a while. He smiled though, turning back to Caroline.

"If I didn't work for him, I wouldn't have been able to help you just now."

Caroline chuckled, her headache slowly going away. Huh. It really had been Tylenol.

"Move you big sap," Carson said, slapping Carter upside the head as he came back to sit down across from Caroline, "Go help Deacon. We'll be landing soon. Don't want you to make our guest feel too comfortable, now do we?"

"I was just talking to her, Carson."

"Yea? Well, stop talking then. Last thing we need is you going soft on some broad. Now go help him!" Carson was obviously in charge of this little expedition. Just wonderful…she wished Carter would stay. He wasn't going to though, because he got up, gave Caroline an apologetic look, and opened the door to the where the pilot was. Carson stared at her creepily. She just glared at him with disgust.

"What are you leering at?" she asked.

"Just wanting you to enjoy your stay here. I've been told to inform you that things will be getting a little…wet."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means we've been told to keep you alive, not treat you well. Carter is a weak rookie. His compassion will give you false hope."

"You're awful. Why do you even need me?"

"We want Klaus, plain and simple. We would have taken him, but keeping you will get us the same result. With maybe just a little more entertainment for us, when we watch him squirm," he said with a crooked smile.

"Can't you just leave him alone?"

"Well, you see, we need him right now. He's the second best soldier to ever walk this earth, and our purposes are of no importance to you."

"What are you going to do with me when I'm done being any use to you?"

"We still haven't decided yet," he said slowly, making sure Caroline got the meaning behind what he was saying. She did.

After that, there was no point saying anything more. The plane ride was silent as she looked out the window. The scenery was beautiful, contradictory to how she felt her situation was. The land below was full of dark blues and greens. The nighttime gave a little serenity to the image. Mountains and lush greenery and smooth waters were all outside her window. Where were they taking her?

About a half an hour later, or at least that's what it seemed like, they were landing on some deserted runway. Nothing was around the runway but one large, gray building. Nobody was outside besides her, Carson, Carter, and the pilot, Deacon. Surrounding their little confined area was a vast amount of forest.

"Take Carter inside. I don't want to deal with him while I dispose of her," Carson demanded.

Caroline's eyes widened. She faced Carter, who was looking sadly at her while being dragged toward the facility. She really hoped nothing happened to him for showing kindness to her. He was too young to be involved in any of this. Hopefully he didn't go down the same path as Klaus, but she figured that wouldn't be the case. Carter would never go down that path, because that wasn't Walker's plan. Sick bastard.

"Let's go. Time to show you to your lovely new room," Carson said, tugging on her arm as he pulled her off toward the expanse of trees ahead. The weather felt sticky, nothing like it was in New York. It was definitely more uncomfortable.

"Where are we, exactly?"

"Thailand," he said curtly. She didn't ask anything after that.

It was still dark out, giving the once serene land an eerie appearance, now that she was among the trees. The moon offered a little light, guiding their way. Thankfully they weren't completely shrouded in darkness. That didn't make her feel much better though. She kept looking around, trying to figure out where he was taking her. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. Whatever it was, it wouldn't be good.

Carson took her to a large river, taking her out on a long, wooden boardwalk. A bamboo hut was nearby, standing just near the wooden path. Underneath the boardwalk were rows and rows of barbed wire.

What was this nightmare?

"We haven't had need to use this place in a long time, but we figured it'd be fuel for the fire when your savior comes to the rescue. Telling him we have you in here will surely please him so much," Carson said sarcastically, yanking her onto the boardwalk. She tried wiggling free, but his grip only tightened.

He began laughing as he opened a small wooden door that was latched onto the wood, revealing a small prison underneath the boardwalk. So that's what the barbed wire was for. It was to keep prisoners in. This was all some contraption to keep them imprisoned. Oh god.

"You mean I have to-"

"Yup!" he said happily, untying the restraints around her wrists.

Suddenly, she was being shoved down the hole, the door closing quickly behind her and locking. Caroline had gone under water from the force of his push, but resurfaced quickly, finding the water went up as far as her chest when she stood. She would have banged on the door, but it was too high up.

"Hey! You can't do this!" she screamed.

"Actually, I just did," he said, sounding way too entertained. She heard the heavy footsteps on the boardwalk, indicating that he was now walking away from her.

Caroline was stuck in this watery cage indefinitely.

She took in her little prison, realizing that she actually had room to swim around. The nighttime was silent, and all she could see or hear were the ripples the water made. There were a few pillars that were scattered around, supporting the boardwalk above her. The water was murky, that much she could tell thanks to the moonlight. It was warm too. Not too cold, but not boiling either. At least Carson had the decency to remove her ties before sending her to her doom. Being in this hellhole with wraps around her hands would have been all the more miserable.

How long was she going to be there? Hell if she knew how long it would even take someone to find her. Obviously Klaus would know she went missing, something she hadn't thought about until then. Knowing him, he would come for her too. And that thought strangely worried her more than being imprisoned for an unknown amount of time.

All that thought really assured her was that she wouldn't be stuck for months. He would come for her within days, maybe weeks, depending on how quick he could find her. Well, Carson had said he would leave something for Klaus to find them. She did remember that. So maybe it would be sooner rather than later.

What did they have planned for him? What was the purpose of making him come to this god-forsaken swampland? Or whatever that facility was? There were no bugs flying around, which was a bit surprising. She would have expected mosquitoes or something. But no, there was nothing. Just silence.

"I swear I'm going to kick so much ass when I get out of here," she muttered to herself, leaning her head against the pillar closest to her. Those assholes had a thing or to coming. How dare they lock her up like some piece of blonde bait?

"I'd really like to see that," a man's voice said suddenly. Caroline screamed, swimming away from the noise as far as she could.

"Whose there?" she said, trying her best to keep her voice steady. Despite the fear that had made itself extremely present now.

"Just another inmate," he informed her. Where was he though?

"I can't see you," she said, her voice cracking just a little. Shoot! Now he would know she was scared.

"That would be because it's dark," he said, like it should have been obvious.

"No, really?" she asked sarcastically.

Caroline heard a deep chuckle as a man emerged from behind a pillar that was on the other side of the swimming hole. Both of his hands were up, like he was surrendering to her. He looked a little older than Caroline, but he wasn't that bad looking. However, he looked exhausted. Was that what was going to happen to her? Would she be fighting for her survival until she couldn't take it anymore?

"How long have you been here?" she asked quietly. She didn't know what to think of him, but it was fairly safe to assume he would be a friend to her, considering they were both prisoners. That was her logic, at least.

"Lost count. Haven't always been here, but it seems to be their favorite place to put me."

"Oh. Why are you here?"

"Pissed off the wrong men. You?"

"Incentive," she sighed, relaxing a little as she took up her original position against the pillar. The man did the same on a pillar beside her.

"Tough luck."

"Tell me about it. How have you survived for however long it is you've been here?"

"They feed me, let me shave every once in a while, give me medicine when I get sick, and if I'm lucky, they give me a change of clothes."

"Sounds like five star treatment," she said sarcastically. He scoffed.

"Oh they love me. Do you realize how difficult it is to go to the bathroom? It's disgusting." She scrunched her nose up. Caroline hadn't thought about that. The thought made her gag.

"Ew…I think I'll just hold it," she said, shivering as she reached her hand up to touch the compass that had somehow stayed around her neck. It was the little things that made her want to smile.

"What's that?"

"A present my friend gave me. He said it would help me if I ever got lost. Unfortunately, I'm lost, and it's not helping me."

"Who knows, if you ever get out of this, you might need it. The forestry is rather vast around here, if you haven't noticed."

"I have, but thanks for telling me," she said, smiling at how he was attempting to keep matters lighthearted.

"Well, I want to make a good impression," he said smiling, "I haven't had company in ages."

"Why haven't you tried escaping if you've been here so long?"

"There may not be anyone to hear us right now, but they would surround us if they saw even the tiniest hint of movement. Not to mention I don't have my weapons, and we're surrounded by barbed wire. The last thing I need is an infected wound. They're keeping me alive, but if it got to be too bad, I doubt they'd care enough to help then."

"Oh. You know, maybe you couldn't have done it by yourself, but now you're not alone. You have me. There has to be a way to get out now that there are two people."

"I like your optimism, but I'm afraid there isn't much of one. Without a weapon, there isn't really a way out. You think of one, then you tell me, and we'll see what we can do."

Caroline's shoulders sagged a little, but she wasn't losing hope. Together, there had to be a way they could get out. It was apparent he would be an ally. Maybe she could escape before Klaus got to close to this place.

"I know you're just trying to make me feel better, but I'm being serious. We'll figure a way out, even if it takes days. You don't know how determined I can be," she said, raising an amused eyebrow at him. He chuckled.

"I think I'm getting a small sense of that now. You said you were incentive though, so won't someone come rescue you soon?"

"They're trying to lure my boyfriend here. Apparently they settled for me when they found me in his apartment. I wasn't even what they wanted to begin with."

"That's a shame. What in the world do they want your boyfriend for?"

"Beats me. I'm just bait."

"I'm afraid to tell you, but I know these men. You're boyfriend doesn't stand a chance if he plans on rescuing you."

"Well, thanks for trying to comfort me," she said sarcastically, giving him a pointed look before laughing humorlessly, "but you're wrong. In fact, that's the problem. He could take those guys. All I know is that he has a bad history with Walker, and now they want him for something."

"With Walker? Of all people to have a quarrel with, that's the worst possible man I could think of. He's not a man you want to anger."

"I've gotten that impression. You know him?"

"Yes. I was in the marines before they trapped me down here. He's the man I pissed off, darling."

Caroline couldn't help but laugh at the circumstances they were in. He was definitely a friend now, if she hadn't considered him one already. An man Walker hated, was a friend of hers.

"Guess everyone's on his naughty list then. How did you make enemies with him?" The man moved closer now, a smile on his face after having considered her a friend too apparently. Any tension between them quickly dissipated, and the atmosphere became very relaxed.

"Caused him some unnecessary trouble. What about your boyfriend?"

"I don't have the slightest clue. Walker dropped him from the service when he started having…complications."

"Complications?" he asked, a little surprised.

"Yea, like…oh, I don't know if I should be telling you his business. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. That's very admirable of you."

"Thanks. It's just that, I don't want Klaus, my boyfriend, to come and-"

"Klaus? You mean to tell me you're the girlfriend of the infamous Niklaus Mikaelson?" the man said in astonishment, a large grin on his face as he swam out in front of her so that they could be face-to-face. Caroline smiled.

"You've heard of him?"

"What man hasn't heard of him? I told you I was in the marines. How…how is he? You said he was having complications. They aren't life threatening are they?"

"Oh, no, no, no. They aren't life threatening, just hindering, more like. He's been getting better. I'm so proud of him," she said, smiling like an idiot at the thought, "We just got back from seeing my mom, and-"

"You're in love with him, aren't you?" he asked quietly, giving her a small, knowing smile. She nodded without hesitation.

"Yes. I am. And I'm scared. I don't want him to come here and face Walker. I don't want him to die," she said, her voice cracking as she began to cry a little. Of course…throw her in a water pit for god only knows how long and she wouldn't cry. Talk about Klaus possibly dying, and let the waterfall begin. The man's face contorted to one of sympathy, swimming gently over to her so he could hug her. She willingly went into his arms, burying her face into his wet chest.

"Shhh. It's going to be okay. He'll be okay," he murmured soothingly. One arm went around her upper body, his hand stroking her hair gently, while the other arm wrapped securely around her waist.

She wanted to be strong, but screw it. Caroline deserved at least one good cry for what she had just been put through. After this breakdown, she would pull herself together and devise a plan to get out.

The man pulled away carefully, rubbing the tears away from her cheeks with his thumbs. He gave her a tentative smile before looking around the darkened setting.

"You know what," he began, "We're going to get out of here. Get me a gun, and I could probably take out half those guys before they even know what's happening. My aim isn't too bad. Okay? We'll get out of here before they find your boyfriend."

The smile that appeared on Caroline's face could have brightened the darkest of rooms. "You mean it? We'll get out before Klaus finds them?"

"Absolutely. We're going to be okay, and so will he. We'll get out of here, and then we'll find him to let him know you're safe. You may get to use that compass yet," he said smiling, "We just need to think of a plan first."

Caroline laughed with pure delight. This was more like it! Bitchy soldiers had nothing on them! The only problem would be contacting Klaus before he got too close to the facility. What if they didn't get to him before he got there? Then what? She shook her head, realizing she was getting too far ahead of herself. They needed to actually escape first.

"We'll think of something. What else do we have to do?" she laughed. He joined, shrugging his shoulders in agreement.

"Got a point there."

"You know, if we're going to work together, we might need to know each others names. I'm Caroline," she said, sticking her hand out for him to shake, "Caroline Forbes."

The man looked at her hand with uncertainty. A small grin appeared soon, however, as he slowly took it gently with his hand. Her eyes met his, and something about how warm and welcoming they were made Caroline feel comforted. Like he was going to keep his promise, and that she was safe with him. He brought her hand to his lips, so that he could place a soft kiss on her knuckles. She tilted her head to the side in surprise at the gentlemanly gesture. His gaze met hers once more, and the words he spoke made her heart stop.

"Elijah Mikaelson, at your service."


A/N: Just gonna leave this here ;)

Klaus and Tyler working together could be interesting. Same for Caroline and Elijah working with each other. I'm sure the question that is plaguing everyone's mind is, how in the heck is he back from the dead? Well, that shall obviously be answered. Along with more explanations and such being revealed. Congrats to those who knew Landon was the spy. Hopefully you see why I created him now, instead of introducing Matt already for Rebekah. I couldn't stand the thought of Matt as a bad guy.

And and and, fyi, the idea/inspiration for Elijah and Caroline's watery prison came from the movie The Deer Hunter. It's what Walken and DeNiro are trapped in with everyone else before being taken to the first Russian Roulette game, for any who have seen that movie and know what I'm talking about. If you plan on going to watch it now, just know it's intense. Like...really intense.

Anyways. See ya next chapter!