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Finally, Rebekah slapped her, hoping she'd get her to get back to herself again. Caroline just kept staring off vacantly, reaching for the knife again.
"I need to bleed. Silas wants me to bleed."
Desperately, Rebekah grabbed Caroline's hands again. "No, you need to wake up from this, now!"
Matt stepped forward, panic in his eyes. "What are we gonna do?"
Rebekah's head snapped towards him and he saw that she was just as overwhelmed as he was. "I don't know. I can hold onto her hands and stop her from doing it, but in the long run we need to snap her out of this."
He frowned, licking his lips. "How?"
"I don't have any idea!" she answered, turning her head towards him.
Suddenly realization struck in her eyes.
"What?" Matt asked, taking another step forward. "We need to stop this Rebekah."
"My brother… My brother went through this. He should know how to turn it off, but-"
"Then call him!"
She shook her head, here yes wide. "I will never ask him for anything again. That bastard doesn't deserve even a second of my time."
Anger washed over Matt's face. "We can't leave her like this! Rebekah, she's gonna cut off her hands! Can't you get over whatever shit you've got going with him and just call him please?"
She licked her lips, looking away and then back at him.
Suddenly Caroline ripped her arms free and reached for the blade but before she could get to it, Rebekah had her pinned again. Matt shot up in shock, fear spreading on his face.
'For Matt. For Matt you'd do anything.'
She gulped and closer her eyes for a moment, then looked back at him.
"Fine," she said. "For you."
Then she pinned both of Caroline's wrists with one hand to get the other free to grab her phone.
She dialed the number and put the phone to her ear.
Matt sighed in relief.
She was almost hoping he wouldn't pick up but after letting it ring for a few times he actually did.
"Sister. What deluded little fantasy of yours tricked you into believing anything you'd have to say would be of importance to me?" His tone was cold and menacing but she gulped down the anger and the hurt and got to the point.
"Oh, I think what I have to say actually is of importance to you. Silas has Caroline cutting herself and she won't stop until she's lost a hand or two."
She heard a sharp intake of breath on the other side of the line. "What?" His voice was suddenly very empty.
"And since you are the only one I can think of who's suffered from a similar experience before, I thought you might be able to tell us how to make her snap out of it."
"Put her on the phone!" he barked. She rolled her eyes, but complied, holding the phone to Caroline's ear.
"Caroline?" he said, his voice raspy and revealing a sense of vulnerability that had Rebekah almost dropping the phone.
Caroline's eyes stayed vacant, fixed on the knife.
"I need to bleed," she said and Rebekah heard Klaus gasping on the other side.
"Caroline," he said, his voice composed and sincere, although he couldn't hide the distress in it. "Caroline, can you hear me? You need to stop this, now."
She didn't react, keeping her gaze on the blade.
"Caroline?" he repeated.
Rebekah frowned. "Nik, I thought you had a solution. Get on with it already, I don't plan on spending the whole night holding onto her arms."
"Well I suppose you'll have to," she heard him barking on the other side. "Where are you?" he asked, his voice hard.
"In the Mystic Grill," she answered, holding back her anger again.
"I'll be there in two hours."
Her eyes widened in shock. "And Rebekah, I swear to you, if you just as much as think about letting her go for just a second I will hunt you down and put you back into a coffin to rot."
The line went dead, and Rebekah quickly put her phone back into her pocket, grabbing hold of Caroline with both hands again.
He was in New Orleans. If he wanted to get here in two hours that meant he would run. He was willing to go that far for this girl.
A pang of jealousy spread in her insides. 'Choosing her over me, again.'
"What's happening?" asked Matt, a confused frown on his face.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, then turned her head to look back at him.
"Seems like we have to spend a little more time in here after all. He's coming."
Exactly one hour and forty-four minutes later Klaus burst into the room, his clothes disheveled. Rebekah sighed in relief, but he didn't even look at her, his eyes fixed on Caroline and the bloody wrists Rebekah still held in her grasp. Matt had sit down on a barstool, and quickly got up on his feet again, staring at Klaus suspiciously.
In an instant Klaus was with them, grabbing Caroline's arms from Rebekah, his gaze traveling to the blood on her arms and then back to her face.
"Caroline," he said, his voice serious but distressed.
Rebekah had never seen her brother like this, a genuinely worried expression on his face.
"Caroline," he repeated, his hands moving up to cup her face. His eyes bore into hers, trying to find a sign of consciousness. "Caroline, you need to snap out of this. Now."
She didn't react, again, her eyes still fixed on the knife.
There had to be a way to get her attention.
Frantically, Klaus searched his mind. She'd brought him back by making him concentrate on her, making him furious.
But he had been conscious, the only illusion Silas had given him was that he had a white oak stake in his back. Caroline on the other hand seemed unable to even hold a conversation. He licked his lips and came to a decision.
His head snapped around, his murderous gaze fixed first on Rebekah, then Matt. "Stay back," he ordered and a frown spread on both their faces.
Then he turned back to Caroline.
Hopefully, this would work. Not that he minded. But she would, probably.
He leaned in and pressed his lips onto hers, kissing her softly. He felt a familiar tug in his chest as he felt the sensation of her lips on his and he had to hold back a sigh of pleasure.
He hadn't wanted this. Not like that.
"What the hell!" Matt shouted, shooting forward to intervene, but instinctively, Rebekah held him back, her gaze fixed on what was happening. What was even happening?
Right, her brother was kissing Caroline.
Suddenly, he felt her responding and his heart skipped a beat. He sighed, both in relief and from the pleasure of feeling her soft lips moving on his. Her eyes were closed and he watched her as he felt his chest exploding.
He hadn't wanted this, not like this anyway. But now he found himself unable to pull away again. His hands caressed her cheeks as he told himself to pull away.
He saw her eyes opening and then widening.
Abruptly, she pulled away, slapping him right in the face.
He took a step back, pushing down his anger and kept his gaze fixed on hers. She was wide-eyed and in shock, staring back at him in disbelief.
A smirk spread on his face.
"Excuse the means, but it seems I have returned the favor and brought you back as well, love."