BPOV

"What are you talking about?" I said and stepped back. Her eyes had widen and were now looking at me frantically, with some sort of a wild excitement.

"Yes, you do." She moved closer and I stepped back. She tilted her head to ones side. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. You. Are. The. One."

"One what?"I blinked a few times. "Honey, I have no idea what you are talking about. I don't know you, I don't know what one you are talking about, I don't know anything."

"Yes, you do."With one quick movement she came next to me. Her eyes narrowed for a second as she pursed lips. "Annabelle, you can trust me. I won't tell him, I'm here only because I thought that this way I could limit the damage he made...but I was wrong. I can't control him, he is out of his mind." She grabbed my hand and for some reason this time I didn't make an effort to pull back. Of course, I knew what she was talking about.

But I wasn't sure that she wasn't just tricking me into telling her everything.

"I. Don't. Know. What. You. Are. Talking. About."I pulled my hand abruptly. "If you are such a know-it-all, tell me. Come on. I'm the one...what? Carrot? Tomato?"

Her eyes flickered with anger as she grabbed my wrist.

"You are the one that will save us from..."She waved her hand in the direction Klaus had gone"...them."

I narrowed my eyes. She pursed lips and hushed her voice.

"Ever since I was little, I was told about Esther's mistake, about the vampires that were slowly but surely destroying our world. But every time they told me this, they said that there was light at the end of the tunnel. There was a witch, partly one of them, that was going to free the world of the abominations using her magic." She paused and looked straight into my eyes. Her gaze was so heavy, so filled with emotions that I felt like she was seeing right through me. Now I know how Damon felt.

"You are ready, aren't you? You are finally ready."

I pulled away as I heard Klaus' voice in the distance. This stupid witch was about to ruin everything.

"You are going to bring them down." She barely whispered as Klaus walked through the door, followed by a few men, carrying huge boxes.

Klaus smirked and cocked his head to one side.

"Come on, Greta. My lovely Belle here is dying to see her old buddy again."

DPOV

"Why are we staying here? Aren't we supposed to...I don't know...be searching for MY SISTER?" She yelled and threw a glass at one of the walls.

"Hey, hey, hey. Relax. We are waiting for someone, who will helps us. Just...relax, we like our glasses. Right Stef?" I smirked at Stefan, who was hugging Elena. Ever since Matt left, she had been feeling... um how should I put it...hysterical. In fact, both Elena and Katherine were...I guess hysterical just ran in the family.

"Relax?! You are seriously telling me to relax? My sister is a potential corpse in a box and you want me to RELAX?"Oh...there goes another glass. I pursed my lips.

"Belle is not dead. And stop breaking our glasses."She looked at me with one of her famous mean looks.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Easy. Imagine that you are a cold, ruthless, manipulative control maniac...oh this shouldn't be hard for you...and the only person you have ever loved runs away from you. You are hurt, your pride is hurt. What do you do? You start chasing him down, wanting revenge more than anything in the world. But when this chase continues 500 years and you finally get your hands on that person...you wouldn't kill him right away. Nooo, you torture him, let him know that no one messes with you, you make sure that this person suffers at least half the time you spent on chasing him. Therefore, your sister is not dead." I said and took a sip from what soon was going to become the only glass we owned.

We all stared at each other for a few minutes. I slowly continued drinking my whiskey, moving my eyes towards Elena and Stefan. And with surprise I observed that for the first time in God knows how long I didn't mind that she was in his arms, that he was stroking her hair, that their hands were intertwined.

"Weird." I murmured to myself, drank the rest of the whiskey, put the glass slowly on the table, which was farthest from Katherine, and said with a quiet voice, "I'm going to see how Rose is."

As soon as Matt had gone away, hidden energy had filled her body. She had stood up from the couch, grabbed the small bottle from Katherine's hands, drank the dark liquid and then flashed herself upstairs. A moment later we had heard the loud click of the door and all of that before we could blink. I had tried to go to her but her door had been locked.

I was almost at the top of the stairs when we heard the doorbell. I quickly turned around, flashing myself towards the door. I quickly opened it and seconds later I heard Katherine's laugh.

"Bonnie the Witch? Is that our help?" She continued laughing.

"What's wrong with you?" I stepped aside to let Bonnie in. "Why not Bonnie?"

"Because she has no reason help us, me, my sister. I bet all she wants is to screw me over." She sat down on the couch with a smile.

"You are right. I would never help you, but as I was told that I find your sister, I find Jeremy." She shrugged shoulders and went to one of the tables."So..."

I smirked. "That's right." I looked at Bonnie "What do you need?" She narrowed her eyes and looked at Elena.

"Well, since Jeremy is not really Jeremy, I can't track him down. This means that I'm going to have to track Katherine's sister."

"Annabelle." I automatically corrected her, with a almost angry voice. They all looked at me confused. I looked down, surprised from my sudden anger. "She doesn't like to be called that."I mumbled and tried to change the subject. "So what do you need to track down Annabelle." Bonnie continued looking at me for a few second then moved her glance towards Stefan.

"I need a few candles, a map, a knife... and," She looked at Katherine." Something that belongs to her. Anything. "Katherine quickly stood up , panic creeping up her eyes.

"I don't have anything." She stated with a quiet voice and started looking around.

"You don't have anything that belongs to your own sister?!" I asked in disbelief and Katherine gave me one of her murder looks.

"So you are telling me that you have something that belongs to Stefan? Right now? Without going to his room." I pursed lips and shrugged shoulders.

"Fair point. So what are we going to do?"

"I can help with that." We heard a voice coming from upstairs. My head automatically followed the sound of her voice. Rose was standing at the top of the stairs, looking better that ever. There was color in her cheeks, her lips were blood red, her eyes were shining with life. When all of our eyes were on her she dramatically raised her arm and opened her fist. Silver chain flickered in the sunlight and seconds later I saw a teardrop- shaped locket. I heard Katherine's low gasp as she flashed in front of Rose, her hand slowly reaching out to touch the locket.

"Where did you get it?" Her voice was husky and I immediately wondered what was the locket's history. It had to be pretty special to make Katherine Pierce so touchy.

"Annabelle gave it to me." Rose simply stated , surprise covering her face as Katherine grabbed it from her hands, flashing next to me. I moved closer to her, curiosity getting the best of me.

My eyes slightly widen as I got a closer look at the locket. It was indeed one of the most beautiful pieces of jewelry I had ever seen. It looked really old but also really feminine with the floral elements carved on it ( pictures on my profile).

"What is it?" Asked Elena, standing up and going to Katherine.

"It was a present from me for our 18th birthday. She used to wear it all the time. "She opened it."There was a small portrait of the two of us."She said with a quiet voice. She stayed like that for a few seconds then slowly handed it to Bonnie.

She waved her hand and the candles Stefan had brought lit up. She took the locket in her right hand and reached out her left hand.

"Katherine." Obviously she had done it before because she just took the knife and cut a small wound in her wrist. A few drops of blood fell on the map and then Bonnie started chanting something, her words hanging heavily in the silence.

We all stared at Bonnie and after what seemed an eternity she murmured.

"Something or...someone is blocking me. I need more time." She closed her eyes and started chanting louder. Katherine made a hissing sound and turned towards Rose.

"You didn't answer my question. Where did you get it?"

"She gave it to me." Rose said calmly and flashed in front of Katherine. They were both glaring at each other and I couldn't help but to wonder who was the scariest. Probably Katherine.

"Liar. She would never do something like that."

"Apparently you suffer from memory loss then." Rose said with venom and raised her chin higher. Oh, I guess I have to change my answer to Rose. She was terrifying, her eyes looking like there were flames from anger in them.

"What are you talking about?" Katherine stepped back. A smirk extended on Rose's lips.

"I think you know. Do you recall that dark and cold night a few hundred years ago, Katy?" She spit her name with hatred."The one that you almost died. When was it again? 1862? Or it was 1863?"

"1864." Katherine whispered and swallowed thickly.

"That's right." She moved closer to Katherine. "So think twice before you call me a liar next time. Or you know what might happen to you..." Katherine raised her head high, her eyes narrowed.

"Don't threaten me, Rose."

"Or what? I'm older than you. Don't forget that."

"Not that older. Don't forget that."

They had gotten even closer to each other and I was just about to start getting really happy seeing that a girl's fight but then a voice interrupted them.

"I found her."