Author Note: OH MY GOD! It's ALIVE! hehehe, but for realz I've had, like, most of this chapter done for ages and just completely forgot that it was a thing, SO SORRY GUYS! DX I missed posting and writing though. Hopefully I'll get another one up soon. :D

~Dark Doo Wob

It's all gonna shift, it's out of our hands
Babe if you could know, you would hatch a plan
That's my, that's my man

-MS MR

Two weeks. Two whole weeks and not a single call? Nothing. Klaus didn't want to admit that she stood him up. He had thought that she was different this time, changed somehow. It had been a ruse. I silly and fleeting experience that he had mistaken as a sincere gesture. He was a fool. So he did what fools did best. Drink the house dry.

He had polished off the last of the bourbon the first day she hadn't arrived. Then the 2 bottles of rum the next day. By wednesday he had moved to the wine cellar. And when it had been a solid week, he found himself gorging on unsuspecting victims in bars and restaurants. The occasional tourist would go missing. But when it reached two weeks he found himself back where he started, downing bottles of bourbon like they would eventually reveal some secret to why he felt so...abandoned. And once those thoughts kicked in he'd drink more to forget why he was drinking. It became a vicious cycle, one that he was content in staying with, if it wasn't for his brother's incessant nagging.

And it was the third saturday that she had not shown up and Klaus was on his way to being pleasantly intoxicated when his brother decided to do something about the whole matter. Klaus sat in his reading room, contemplating whether to gaze at her portrait in his vault or try to call her again. He had called her over 100 times, leaving only thirty messages, and no answer. What little patience he had was long gone. He had half a mind to go back and demand an explanation. But that would mean he'd admit his weakness for her, like giving in to her. And Klaus didn't want to admit any of that. He wanted her to come to him. He was on this proverbial fence, leaning towards caving in and flying up to Virginia or staying and waiting to hear anything from her, when his brother found him.

Elijah, the ever impeccably dressed original, walked in to the reading room. A look of concern crossed his face before he leapt into his usual speech. "Klaus, you should really do something more productive than drink yourself into a coma."

"I'll do whatever the hell I want, brother. I'm the King in these parts and I don't need anyone telling me what to do." He picked the bottle up from the desk and took a swig of the honey colored bourbon. The bite of alcohol providing a slight kick to the back of his throat.

"I understand that, but what you're doing is foolish. We still don't know where our sister is and you are clearly upset over something that had happened on your travels to find her. You said that you couldn't find her where she was last seen. Doesn't that strike you as odd?"

A cynical laugh escaped the slightly drunken hybrid, "She's a big girl, I'm sure she's off doing whatever the hell she does." Another swig from the bottle.

Elijah remained stoic, "Since you refuse to do anything useful I assume it's up to me to find her."

"Calm down Elijah, have a drink. She's probably found something and is following a new lead." He mimicked the words spoken to him weeks ago. In truth though, the two brothers knew something was off. It wasn't like her to not message them.

"While I suppose that could be right, I do not have time to sit here and baby you if she could potentially be in danger." Klaus took another swig, he didn't want to hear what his brother had to say. He knew something else was on his brother's mind. It was itching at him. "What is all of this about?"

Klaus didn't look at him, his gaze settled on nothing in particular. "It's nothing, at least that's what I am left to believe."

"It's that girl from Mystic Falls," Elijah said, not as a question but more as a statement. His brother said nothing, gaze never wavering. "Brother," a small glance from Klaus escaped his brother's gaze but soon returned to some unknown point in the distance, "if she means so much to you, you should find her and tell her so. I can only assume she does or we'd still have liquor in the house. We need to find Rebekah, and that means we need to go to Virginia. Will you help me?"

Before Klaus could say anything in return his phone began to ring. An unknown number flashed to life on his phone's screen. His thumb hovered over the ignore button when he caught sight of the area code. He took the call instead. "Who is this?" An unknown voice ghosted through the phone's speaker. The two words they said chilled him into a sober state.

"Where's Caroline?"

The two girls sat silently in the dorm room. They didn't look at each other. Occasionally they would find their eyes wandering to the envelope that sat on her desk. It felt surreal, like they were part of some weird prank. At least that was how Moxie felt. Their roommate had been missing for a week, maybe longer. How could they not have seen the signs? She was never one to just disappear for extended periods of time. But the two girls in the eerily silent room had found themselves preoccupied by other things like school or boys, it didn't excuse them. Elena and Moxie were distraught over the whole ordeal. But it was the later that called the only person she thought who would know where their friend was. Klaus Mikaelson. Moxie thanked her lucky stars that she had saved his number from the gallery exhibit weeks ago. The call was rather short. He didn't know where she was, she never arrived in New Orleans. And then he hung up. That was the last of it. He didn't pick up her other calls. She didn't even get a chance to tell him the other stressing news. She looked back over at the envelope that mysteriously found it's way into their dorm room, right on Caroline's desk, with a single word on it's immaculate surface. Klaus.

The pink haired girl looked at the brunette. Each agonizing second ticked by like it wasn't precious time that was wasting away. Elena sat on her bed, her eyes glazed over as she stared into an empty space in front of her. Their dorm room door opened suddenly, causing her to break the trance she was in and see who decided to enter their room. The girls didn't breath a sigh of relief, didn't un-tense their bodies.

They watched Stefan walk into the room and hand off a Styrofoam cup to each of them. "There wasn't much in the common room downstairs but at least it's warm." Moxie took a sip of the black coffee, it stuck like tar in her throat but she didn't care. She felt the most guilt over their missing roommate. If she hadn't gotten so black out drunk she'd probably remember something. She was normally so careful with what she drank and who was giving her the drinks. Moxie had more self control than this. She took another sip of the black liquid in the cup. She had only met Stefan once, maybe twice in passing, he was her preferred choice for the evening between him and his brother. Although, she did enjoy the bluntness of his older brother. Few people allowed themselves the freedom of such an openness; she wasn't surprised to hear it caused him quite a number of enemies. Stefan sat down beside her on her bed. No one had touched Caroline's bed. It was still pristinely made, waiting for it's owner to come back to it. Moxie had to look away. This was too real for her, too much of a nightmare.

A few minutes passed. The room was silent, as though sound would wake a sleeping beast near by that would slaughter them all without so much as a backward glance or shred of remorse. The door opened once more to reveal the other brother. The two had arrived within the hour of Moxie's initial phone calls. When she finally had enough of sitting around waiting to see if her friend would show back up she took matters into her own hands. Naturally she called campus security but they gave her a brush off answer. 'She was probably on vacation still'. Typical. She called Stefan once she remembered all the times Caroline talked about him.

"Anyone open the envelope yet?" Damon's voice wafted through the air, he obviously wasn't warned about the dangerous creature nearby. His voice had a grating effect on Moxie instead of its usual sultriness.

Moxie looked up at him, "No." She wasn't in the mood for his usual retorts, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not? It's not like Klaus is here, what's the harm in opening it? It could tell us where Caroline is."

"Anyone tell you not to touch things that aren't yours?" A voice suddenly appeared in the tense air from the doorway. The man Moxie had met not too long ago stood in the doorframe. However this time he didn't look so easy going. He looked like he had bones of steel, like he was prepared to go into a fight to the death. Or worse, that he was the personification of the metaphorical creature they were trying so hard not to wake. The sight was unsettling, sending warnings to her brain not to mess with him ever. Klaus looked at the elder Salvatore brother then his gaze swept the room looking at each person till they paused on Elena, "Oh, right, silly me- I almost completely forgot." He looked brooding and dark, a distant storm on it's way to them.

Moxie's eyes bounced from person to person in the room. She knew a loaded comment when she heard one. She didn't care what happened in the past with these people she just wanted to get her roommate back. "It's nice to know that everyone is so goddamned worried about the fucking envelope-letter-thing but can we please get back to the fact that someone who actually lives in this room is missing?" All the eyes in the room turned their gaze to look at her, except one pair. Klaus was staring at the envelope, having picked it up as soon as Moxie started speaking.

He turned the envelope over, looking it up and down, inspecting every inch before the curiosity ate away at him forcing his hand to gracefully pop it open. Peering in, his eyebrows furrowed, wasting no time he pulled out a DVD. It was blank on both sides- omitting the slight dvd label on it's supposed front- no hint at what it was from, for, or who the sender was behind it.

"Should we play it?" A voice she hadn't heard at all that evening piped up. Moxie turned her head to look at Elena.

"Seeing as it was meant for me- it was probably meant for my eyes only." He gently set the disc down on the desk it had previously laid on. "Now would someone please be kind enough to tell me what's going on?"

"Why?" Damon said in a bored tone. "Hold that thought-why are you here any ways? It's not like we need your help. You've got your mail- so why not leave and let us find our friend."

Moxie blurted out, "I called him," in that moment she saw a flash of anger cross the older man's face. All eyes were on her again, omitting his as they were occupied with taking in his surroundings, clearly confused, "Well when the envelope arrived I called him." The stares still looked confused, "He bought one of my paintings a few weeks ago." She shrugged, "He gave me his number if I had anymore that I would like to sell to him." Her gut told her to withhold the information about it's subject matter. With everyone's reaction towards seeing him she assumed he wasn't their favorite person in the world. Actually he seemed like he was most definitely an evil villain. She almost snickered at that. Almost.

To Moxie's surprise the door opened again and a man she had never seen before entered. He was very attractive and dressed handsomely. Moxie almost forgot why everyone was in their, now cramped, dorm room. But she shook herself back to reality. Her life was suddenly filled with very attractive men and she was perfectly okay with that- OHMYGODMOXIE! Get it together girl you can't just swoon and forget what's going on at every pretty face you encounter. She shook her head and forced herself to look at the styrofoam cup in her hands.

During Moxie's brief mental meltdown, unknown to everyone in the room, Klaus acknowledged his brother with a slight nod in his direction and went back to sifting through Caroline's notebooks and binders. Elijah walked over to Stefan to receive a much more shortened version of the story Klaus was just told. To which, he turned back to his brother, "Klaus it does not seem like a bad idea to see what information it holds. It could also tell us where our sister is. Besides, we left without anything to read the disc with. And it would be better to use what we can to find Caroline and Rebekah. I'd even wager to say that they're probably together."

Klaus stopped his rummaging and looked up at his brother with an insolent stare. The envelope had his name on it so it was clearly meant for him, why should he show it to anyone else who didn't need to see it? It was on her desk, it had his name on it, which only meant one thing. That it was personal and that she was taken for a reason- to get to him. How could his brother not see that? Something inside him, call it intuition or a small voice of reason, either way something was telling him to watch it. His gaze softened and he picked up the paper containing the small fractions of hope he had left for Caroline's safety and handed it to his brother. "Fine."

All the eyes in the room were glued to the exchange. Moxie waited and watched as Elijah walked over to the TV and placed the DVD into the player. Her gut clenched in a painful and nauseating knot. Her body tensed, something was wrong terribly and horribly wrong. And then the video cut on.

WARNING! From this point on it's gonna get violent! if you are not okay with reading about that sort of thing: fighting, blood, maybe guts, or torture- then leave now and be forced to think about what could've happened for years to come. you've been warned!