"Choose one..." Klaus asked her again.

Caroline nibbled on her lip, before reaching out to touch his necklaces. "I can't do this." She pulled her hand back, at the last second.

Klaus's chest shook with laughter. "Why not?"

She huffed. "This is torture."

"I can't say that it is." He took one of her hands.

She entwined her fingers with his. "It's your necklaces, it's a big deal for me."

"I just want you to have one for yourself."

"Okay... I'll take this one."

Klaus looked down at the leather necklace. "Are you entirely sure?" He teased her.

She closed her eyes. "No..."

"Maybe you should have this one." He pointed to the one with the metal pendant.

"I like the way that one dangles from your chest when we make love." She whispered.

"That's a keeper then." He replied amused.

She giggled from behind the fabric of the shirt and nodded.

He picked up another necklace and looked at her, his chin was low, and his blue eyes were teasing her.

She smiled and nodded, choosing one at last.

Klaus removed the Rosary from his neck and placed it on Caroline, she was a bit bewildered when she felt the cold of it against her skin, this was one his favorite necklaces.

"It was given to me by Elijah." Klaus said, stroking her naked leg.

Caroline felt instantly overwhelmed.

"He gave it to me a long time ago, saying that it would help me tame the devil within me and that it would keep the demons away."

"Are you sure that it's ok for me to keep it?" She whispered doubtfully.

"Elijah would love that, because he adored you, and... I have no real need for it now."

She looked at him puzzled.

"My demons don't chase after me anymore. My father's words haunt me no more because you made me see that he was wrong, that someone does care about me, despite what I am."

Caroline moved and wrapped her arms around him, to kiss him. "I love you." She simply said against his lips.

Rebekah stopped by the cellar with a peek inside, she saw Stefan doing push-ups to keep his mind busy.

"How are you feeling today?" Although Damon had forbidden her to open the door, she stubbornly unlocked it to properly speak to Stefan.

"I'm feeling better." He answered without looking at her.

"Is it working?" She asked but remained by the door.

Stefan sat on the ground, still refusing to look at her. "It's... hard to keep it under control."

"I met you at your worst, Stefan. I wasn't too sane at the time or Nik, for that matter... but I keep those years close to my heart. You were our friend and you really understood Nik and we were all happy back then."

"Don't you miss it?" He turned his hands into fists. "Being a vampire, I mean."

Rebekah slid her hands into her back pockets. "I don't miss it. I love being human again so much, it feels natural to me. I'm starting to believe that I was always meant to remain human, just like Nik was meant to be a werewolf."

"You really don't miss the blood?" Stefan's voice was dark now, low as well. "The big rush of it all?"

"No..."

"Well, I miss it a lot." He finally looked at her, revealing his intense red eyes.

"Stefan... you just need to re-educate yourself again, all of us had to do this at some point and we've come up on top, so that's what you need to remember."

"I miss the taste of it, the excitement of fetching for a good meal..."

Rebekah raised her hands, building an invisible barrier between them.

Stefan got on his knees and threw a dark sinister smile at her. "Do you know what the best part of it all is? Blood tastes even better when the girls are scared..." He said before leaping at Rebekah.

He crashed into an invisible wall in front of her and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

She instantly backed away to hit a firm chest, Rebekah tried to smile at Damon when she faced him.

"I thought that I told you not to open the door?" He confronted her, ticked off.

She smiled, moving outside so that he could lock the door again. "I was just trying to keep him distracted."

"I'm sure that having your head ripped away from your body by a hungry, delusional and out of his mind Stefan, is a great distraction." Damon snapped.

Rebekah rolled her eyes before she followed him closely back to the house.

"Damon... I know that he is in a really bad shape now, I'm not an idiot but I was once his friend. That should count for something." She explained calmly, just as they reached the living room.

Damon quickly arranged for a drink. "He's like a wild animal trapped inside of a cage for days without food. This is not going to end well."

"Nik knows what he's doing. The blood is inside of that freezer, all Stefan has to do is drink at his will and then be strong enough to know when to stop. He needs to have that control and you need to trust him, as well as Nik."

"That's one too many already to trust."

Rebekah chuckled with a shake of her head, Damon and his endless resistance to accept help.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the front door and Damon was surprised by it, but nothing surprised him more than finding Jeremy Gilbert on his doorstep.

"... also, I have noticed that Bonnie took the black Grimoire with her..." Klaus sat on the edge of the bed grabbing his black boots.

Caroline came out of the bathroom with a curling iron in her hand, she had half of her hair straight and an entirely confused look on her face. "And how come you're so cool about this?"

Klaus simply smiled. "I have a hidden copy of it."

"You don't trust anyone, do you, Niklaus Mikaelson?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"I wouldn't be the flawless hybrid that I am, if I trusted a witch as powerful as Bonnie with my only direct access to the black arts."

She pursed her lips together. "Where is this copy of yours?"

"In a cemetery just outside of town." He smiled and then the idea hit him. "I'm going to retrieve it now. Do you want to accompany me?"

"You're asking me to tag along on a creepy search? And they say romance is dead." She sighed with a smile.

"I'm just keeping things interesting."

"Give me 20 minutes to finish up." She rushed back inside of the ensuite.

Klaus checked if his phone survived the plummeting fall from the previous night. "We are just going to raid a tomb, so there's no need to prepare for a Grand Ball, Caroline."

"Stop being so husband-like." She yelled from the other room.

"You have 10 minutes, or I will flash out of that door without you."

Jeremy looked at Rebekah apprehensively, but he smiled when Damon handed him a glass half-filled with whiskey.

"Thanks..."

"Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here, Jeremy?" Damon asked him.

"Vicki came to see me." He eyed Damon seriously. "And she said that we can bring Elena back."

"None of what you just said makes sense."

"There's a way to bring her back as a human, Damon." There was nothing but hope in Jeremy's voice.

"And you actually believed Vicki?" Damon pointed at Rebekah. "They couldn't bring Elijah back and they are the mighty Originals."

"Elena is a doppelgänger and she can't be the last one of that line, it's unnatural, so she can be brought back to life."

Rebekah silently grabbed her things and left the house.

She made it all the way to the car when Damon appeared by her side.

He took her arm gently so that he could turn her to him. "Bekah..."

"I'm tired of losing people. Of allowing myself to care about them enough to mourn their loss afterwards, so I won't do this... I won't help you get Elena back just so I can lose you to her."

She easily broke free from his hold and while he was debating what to tell her, Damon reluctantly watched as she drove away.

Caroline came around the car and took the flash-light that Klaus handed her, it was getting dark, and the cemetery looked abandoned and kind of creepy, but she was still excited about their little adventure.

"What's with the idea of hiding stuff in cemeteries and really sinister places, anyway?" She asked with a side look towards one of the graves that seemed fresh, or at least tampered with.

"It keeps nosy and adventurous humans away. It's as old as the notion of death and danger, join one with the other and you have the perfect place to hide something that you do not want to fall into mundane hands."

She saw another grave with fresh dirt and bit her lip. "Nik..." She whispered. "There's no such thing as zombies... right? I mean, werewolves and vampires, sure... but not zombies..." She looked around nervously.

"Of course, they are real. Just like if you stand in front of a mirror and say Bloody Mary three times, she will come for you."

"You're not funny, Klaus!"

Klaus laughed, pulling her closer to him. "We are the monsters that live in the night, love. We are the ones who appear in tales that frighten children."

"My mom told me about Cinderella, and Beauty and the Beast..." She said candidly.

Klaus kissed her lips. "And that's why I love you so much."

They started walking again and Caroline glued to his back while she searched for the comfort of his hand, their little walk took them to an abandoned mausoleum that was dusty and dirty.

"How come cemeteries don't have any light at all?" She used her flashlight, unpleased with the sight.

"Your mind is a wonderful maze of the most intriguing kind." He commented.

She pointed the flashlight at his face. "I am not going to make out with you in a cemetery, so stop using fancy words to say that you love everything about me."

"Fair enough... Do you mind helping me with the light, then?"

"Let me guess, you have it hidden inside of that disgusting coffin with some really old and sticky corpse, don't you?" She asked, repulsed.

"Do you really take me as vulgar?"

"Inside of some loose brick on the wall? My Indiana Jones is a little rusty." She moved the light around.

"Try again, sweetheart." He asked with a smile.

She shrugged clueless.

Swiftly, he jumped on top of the coffin and reached up to move a piece of the marbled ceiling.

"That's so cool..." She murmured before focusing on Klaus.

The motion of reaching up, left his back exposed and that left Caroline with a huge grin, also his ass looked really good inside of the Jeans that he was wearing today.

"Caroline, love..." He spoke without facing her. "Could you shed some light up here?"

She gave him a wicked smile. "Sure..."

As long as she didn't have to move from her privileged view, she would give him all the light that he needed. She tilted her head and licked her bottom lip while doing what he asked.

Klaus finally felt the plastic under his hand and took the copy that he once made of the Grimoire.

He was happy when he realized that the stack of paper was still intact, and when he jumped down from the top of the coffin, he frowned because of the playful smile that was on Caroline's face.

"Do you have something to tell me?"

"Nope."

He unwrapped the plastic protecting the pages to make sure that they were all accounted for.

Caroline was the first one out of the mausoleum, but she didn't go far. "Umm... Nik?"

Her call for him, snapped him out of his inspection and he looked up.

Caroline motioned her head to the group of men waiting for them.

Immediately, Klaus tried to assess which one of them was the leader of the small group, it had to be the one who took a step forward.

"Good evening, Mr. Mikaelson, I have something for you."

Klaus remained cold and motionless, as two men carried a body in his direction.

Damon slowly opened the cellar, Stefan was sitting on the far end of the confined space, resting against the wall and he looked ready to give up.

"I know that you can do this, Stefan... but I don't think you can do this alone..."

"You can't help me. Blood is what made me ruin our lives. I've been addicted to blood since the day she turned me..." His voice was filled with pain. "From the day she compelled me to drink blood that it's ruled me, and it will rule me again."

Slowly, Damon looked back with a nod.

Katherine joined them inside of the cellar, and softly she neared Stefan.

"I made you, that much is true, but I didn't expect you to be, so blood driven."

"It's not your problem anymore, Katherine." He told her.

She smiled. "I'm not giving up on you, I never did. Damon searched for a way to free me during those 150 years, and I spent them watching you and loving you. I will help you get through this. I will be with you until the very end, Stefan."

Stefan looked up confused.

"The only thing that can save you is love and no one loves you more than us." Damon sat on the ground, resting against the wall as well.

Katherine sat next to Stefan and gently touched his neck, with a sigh he finally gave into his exhaustion and rested his head over her lap, she stroked his hair as he slowly fell asleep for the first time in days.

Damon watched them with a single thought.

Katherine was in love with Stefan, it had always been Stefan for her, and he understood that now.

But more than that, he accepted it because he was someone else's first choice, he only had to admit that she was his as well.

"What is this?" Klaus asked neutrally.

"This man was doing surveillance on you and your family, and we believe that he even attacked someone close to you, so we took care of him." The man spoke slowly, revealing a French accent.

"And why would you go to such lengths?" Klaus asked the man but drifting his eyes to the rest of the group.

The leader smiled in return. "Let's just say that your reluctance to meet our Master is in need of some persuasion, for now, we're willing to woo you."

Klaus wasn't liking this a bit, someone ready to kill just to please him was more than unsettling, he noticed that two of the men in the front had the face of a wolf tattooed right on the hollow of their throats.

It was more visible than what he had seen so far, and it probably meant that they were disposable, it seemed to him very early on that this cult was built on discretion.

"Whenever you're ready, to take that first step..."

The one who had done all the talking so far, walked over to the body lying face down on the ground and dropped a card on top of him.

When he left, most of the group left with him, except for the two big thugs with the bold tattoos.

"There needs to be a little incentive." One of them said while glancing over to Caroline. "I'm sure you understand..."

Klaus picked up on a Russian accent. "The last one who looked at her like that, died. Do you wish to guess your fate, mate?"

"We won't kill her, it's just a little nudge..." The other man said, already pacing towards Caroline. "I promise that I won't leave her too bruised for you."

Klaus was furious with such brass insolence and the one walking over to him was no real threat.

It wasn't long until Klaus had his arm locked around him to suffocate him, and when Klaus looked up, he found Caroline fighting the other thug.

Caroline was using the flashlight as a weapon to hit the other man in the face, right before she kicked him hard, when he crashed against a tombstone and remained there unconscious, she fixed her bouncy curls to tidy her look.

She looked at him annoyed. "Do you think that they were compelled?"

"I suppose it's a possibility..." He dropped the silly excuse of a threat on the ground.

"This makes no sense." She rolled over the body that was offered to them.

"I reckon that they're just trying to cause a reaction."

She captured the face of the dead man with her phone, suspecting that he was Lexi's former boyfriend. "What are we going to do now?"

"Concerning this, nothing." Klaus replied calmly. "If this Master wants to have a proper talk with me, let him come out of the shadows."

She stopped her trail of thought because Klaus was looking at her dubiously.

"Nik..." She frowned heavily and gave him a shady look, as he smiled at her.

Rebekah tried to disguise her tears as she made way to the kitchen, she slumped on a chair with a piece of cake and grimly shoved a fork into the cake for a big bite of it.

Kol came into the kitchen in silence and grabbed a large glass to partner the bottle of Vodka in his hand, he sat next to her without looking at nothing but the white poison at his reach.

A loud happy laughter filled the lobby as Caroline arrived home with Klaus.

"Klaroline?"

"Yes!"

"That's just silly, it's not even adorable, it's plain bonkers..."

"It's perfect. I've looked so hard for a name that would be us and then it hit me, it's the combination of our names, so it's perfect. We are perfect. We are Team Klaroline."

"I love you, but you are utterly unpredictable, one minute you are scared of the dark, the next you are all soldier Jane, and then you're making up... boat names."

"Ships, they are called ships, Nik."

"Ships then... I just never know which Caroline I'm getting."

"How about an interested Caroline on what you're holding?"

"I'd love to share."

"Let's go up to our room."

Kol and Rebekah listened to everything unaffected, and as soon as the couple reached the floor upstairs the house was enveloped in a thick silence again.

"What do you suppose they are plotting?" Rebekah asked.

"I couldn't care less." Kol carried on drinking.

She rested her head over his shoulder with a sniffle.

Jeremy parked his car in front of Bonnie's house.

Damon wasn't really the enthusiastic kind of help that he needed at the moment and Stefan was like a heavy junkie going through intense rehab so he couldn't really count on that one, either.

He found out by Damon that Bonnie had left the Mikaelson house so maybe she could be the one to help him with what he needed.

He was on his way to knock on her door when he found it cracked open.

Slowly, Jeremy reached for a stake that he had hidden under his jacket and went inside of the house.

Only a few steps in, he stopped surprised because the house was a mess, with open books scattered on the floor, all over the sofa and on top of chairs.

There were basins on the table with either water or what looked like blood to him and candles burnt to the wood, some were even already mixed with the huge black book now completely ruined.

He put out a few candles that still flicked dangerously close to the curtains, that were covering the house completely in darkness.

"Bonnie?" He called out worried after parting the curtains for some natural light into the house.

"Be quiet." She murmured.

He turned to where the low voice was echoing and found Bonnie squatting in a corner against the wall.

She had her arms around her legs and she looked ill, there were huge black circles under her wide dazzled eyes, her hair was a maze and her clothes were dirty with big burnt holes in them, she was jittery and repeatedly crashed her finger against her lips, making a shushing movement to Jeremy.

He dropped the stake and knelt in front of her. "What happened, Bonnie?"

"They will hear you..." She whispered, scared.

"Who will?" Jeremy asked.

She shook her head, because he was just behind Jeremy.

She was anxious and looked away, but he called for her again. He kept calling her name, asking her to bring him back but to keep it a secret, no one could know what she was trying.

Bonnie knew this but she also knew how important it was to pretend that she didn't see Esther either, trying to play with her mind.

A crazy smile crossed her face, Elijah had warned her that Esther was coming as a ghost to haunt and taunt her, and she had been a good girl and not given anything away.

Esther didn't know that she could see her.

No one knew, but now Jeremy was here. He would be able to see them, and he would ruin it all.

She looked behind Jeremy in panic and she saw Elijah smiling at her in his dapper suit and tie.

"It's alright, Bonnie, you will be alright..." Elijah said in his ever-calm ways.

She smiled at him, peacefully.

Jeremy slowly looked behind his shoulder.

Bonnie gasped. "You can't tell anyone."

Jeremy looked back at her. "Tell what, Bonnie?"

She sharply inhaled, Esther was here and she caught her looking straight at her so Bonnie started crying.

She messed up, now Esther would know that she could see her and Elijah would know that she failed him.

"You can't tell anyone, Jeremy, please. Promise me that you won't tell Caroline and the others." She begged between tears.

Jeremy felt his heart tightening up inside of his chest. "Bonnie... what are you talking about?"

She pointed behind him at the two ghosts that started appearing to her ever since the witches took away her powers.

Jeremy looked behind him once more and then at Bonnie. "There's no one here, Bonnie."

Elijah was right there smiling at her.

"You need to let him help you..." Elijah said with a sad smile before he disappeared.

She gasped and blinked, looking at Esther, the woman also vanished before her eyes.

"Bonnie, you're bleeding." Jeremy tore the rim of his shirt using the piece to press her nose.

She touched her head with a splitting headache and started crying hard. "What's wrong with me, Jer?"

"I don't know..." He whispered, worried.