Previously on ATCL: '…Tomorrow, vengeance would be his. Tomorrow, Klaus Mikaelson would be brought to his knees. Damn the consequences.'

"Knock knock!" A happy voice called from beyond his studio/office door.

"I know it is you, sweetheart! How many times have I told you to simply come on in?" Klaus joked.

One could practically hear the righteous indignation from beyond the door. "You," The blonde on the other side pushed into the room "need to lighten up. Playing along won't kill you, you know."

"But then I would not get to see you all riled up. And you know I enjoy that sight." He shot back, causing her to give him an unamused look.

"Whatever." Caroline was festively dressed in a pretty green and white dress with a red headband. "I'm leaving for the day. I need to get my hair redone, and then I have plans to grab lunch with Susan on the outskirts of the city; she's going to give me a crash course on all things werewolf. After that we'll be heading back to the campsite and I had a few activities planned for the kids in the pack. Christmas is in three days, after all. So like… Don't expect me back until late." Crossing her arms, the vampire leaned against the door.

"I appreciate your notification." The hybrid smirked.

"Yes, well, I figured I should tell someone since I'll be gone all day, and they're your pack of hybrids." She rolled her eyes.

"Our pack, love. At least according to them." Klaus teased again, trying to rile her up. God, he loved it when she was spitting fire with that sharp tongue, stabbing him with her eyes. She was magnificent when angry.

Caroline huffed, moving back towards the door. "No matter what the pack seems to think, they are still yours. Now, I'm running late. I'll be back tonight!"

"Goodbye, Caroline!" Klaus shouted after her fading footsteps, turning back to his sketching.

Unfortunately, Caroline would never make it to her hair appointment. After parking her car in the parking garage across the street from the salon, she turned back to make sure her door handles were locked; it was an old habit her mother had instilled in her. This left her back exposed, and with the overwhelming noise of the city, she did not hear her assailants until they were upon her. Dropping her oversized purse to the ground, back up against the car, she ducked the first few punches the two men threw at her, and managed to break one's leg. Caroline missed the needle heading towards her arm, however, and one pinprick later, she was unconscious. She would be shoved into a non-descript vehicle and taken to a familiar place where hell awaited her.

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Rebekah sighed. She had been calling for Nik to just answer his damn phone already, but no… He had to sketch or paint or whatever the hell he was doing instead. Bloody brilliant. Grabbing the incessantly ringing thing, she answered it. "Klaus's phone. No, this is his sister. Wait… What?" She stood up, shocked at what she was hearing. This chick had to be lying. "Susan, was it? I'll pass on the message." Ending the call and flashing up the stairs, the female Original burst into her brother's studio. He looked up at her angrily, but she didn't give a flying fuck if her presence was destroying his muse. "That was Susan on the phone. Caroline never showed up for lunch."

That certainly got his attention. "What did you just say?" Klaus turned around swiftly.

Her brother could be such an idiot. "Susan said Caroline never showed up for their little lunch soiree, which apparently was supposed to be two hours ago. She's worried something might have happened."

He moved into action, packing up his art things, mind automatically going to the worst. "Get Elijah into headquarters. She is not the type to just disappear, and we might not have time to waste."

Rebekah nodded, seeing the whirring of her brother's brain, and complied. She did not like to listen to him often, that much was true. When it came to Caroline, however, she knew better than to challenge her brother. The baby vampire was a weakness you simply did not mess with. Fishing for her phone, she called Bonnie, but the little former witch didn't answer. What was with people and not answering their damn phones? Trying a couple more times, the Original gave up. Bonnie would find out eventually, and the service in that old church was terrible, anyways. At least she tried.

"So where was she going, again?" Katherine asked from the chair Elijah had brought in for her. On hearing what happened, she simply refused to stay upstairs and not be a part of the conference.

"She wanted to get her hair done. The only thing we know is that she did not make it to lunch with Susan. There are literally thousands of places something could have gone wrong." Klaus ran a hand through his hair. Normally one to keep calm, he was starting to panic. If someone dared to hurt a hair on her head, blood would spill.

"Do we know which salon she went to?" Elijah jumped in. "We could call or go to the place itself and see if she even made it there. Retrace her route."

"Caroline has a calendar in her room, and she literally marks everything on it." Katherine pointed out. "The name is probably on there. If not, grab me her computer." She got some weird looks for that one, but Rebekah grabbed the hot pink laptop bag when the calendar refused to yield any useful information. Firing the thing up, the invalid grabbed a notepad from the desk beside her, and started writing things down.

"What are you doing?" Klaus sniped. It had been a few minutes of Katherine alternating between typing and writing, and he was getting impatient. "I see no results being produced from your scribblings."

"These scribblings," The brunette deadpanned, looking very serious and business-like in her yoga pants, tank-top, and messy bun "are my attempts to hack her password. Which I just accomplished." She smirked, tapping away at the keyboard. "Now all that's left to do is check her history and I should be able to… Caroline, you dirty minx." Katherine gasped, drawing confused and interested expressions. Looking up, she made an 'ignore me' face. "This is why you don't look through people's internet histories, right here."

"Have you found anything yet?" The Original Hybrid leaned against the bookshelf, itching to get out of the house.

"I'm checking her phone records right now… Thank God for auto-fill passwords." Katherine bit her lip as she scanned. "I think I got the number." Grabbing her phone and quickly dialing the number on the screen, she waited for the number to pick up. "Hello? Look, I just need to know if a Caroline Forbes ever came to her appointment this morning. I'm her…sister, you see, and she hasn't been in contact with anyone for a few hours. We're just getting worried. Yes, I would appreciate you checking your records." At the answer she received, the still-frail woman gulped. "She never made it? And she did not call to reschedule, correct? That's not what I wanted to hear. Okay. Bye now!"

"Well, now we have a place to start." Rebekah muttered.

"That's it." Klaus stood, done with this useless sitting. "I'm going to search the roads. Bekah, you're coming with me. Elijah… Stay here. Maybe she will come back."

"I'm going to track down her phone via its GPS signal." Katherine looked up at the exiting pair. "I can't guarantee that it will be with her, but at least it'll be where she was last at."

Rebekah nodded in agreement, for Klaus had already exited. "Call me when you have a location, and we'll head there." She turned to Elijah. "If we need backup, I'll call. In the meantime, keep Computer Geek over there from over-working herself."

"I prefer the term Hacker, thank you very much!" Katherine shouted, not looking up. By now she had transferred herself to a plush rolling chair, and moved to the table where she could spread her papers out. Elijah pulled a chair next to the recovering woman who was in an unstoppable mode.

"I would like to know how you even became acquainted with such a depth of technological knowledge, Katerina." He said.

"I ran a ring of white-collar con-men around the turn of the century. Computer hacking was my specialty. Eventually I got bored and faked my death, but it was fun for a decade or so." She shrugged, entirely apathetic to the facts she had just spouted. For a moment, Katherine sounded like her old self.

"Life with you is never boring, is it?" Elijah already knew the answer to his question, of course.

"If it was, then there would be no fun in living, now would there be?" She laughed.

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Unbeknownst to everyone, Bonnie was not with Davina; she had left the witch's residence over three hours ago. Instead, she and Kol were walking together along the banks of a secluded pond, away from the supernatural hearing and constant movement of the manor. The most surprising thing about her trip to New Orleans was not that Katherine actually seemed to have a heart, or where her best friend seemed to be half in love with Klaus. Yeah, that Klaus. No, it was her…relationship, for the lack of a better word, with Kol.

Bonnie would be the last to deny that she found him attractive. Hell, any woman with eyes could find him drop-dead sexy-not that she would ever tell him. Instead it was the heart she had discovered underneath the layers of sarcastic ass, which drew her to him. It was the flagrant disagreement with all rules which he seemed to harbor. It was the fact that he was dead, and she was half-dead, but he made her forget it constantly. And he seemed to be the same way in regards to her. Bonnie was not like in love with him or anything. They weren't of that type of people who wished for confessions of devotion. Yet, she and Kol were not just friends, either. They were…different. For some reason, that seemed to be okay.

"So, are you going to tell me what's on your mind, or do I need to pry it out of you." Kol suddenly said. Unfortunately, he was accurate in the assumption that she had something on her mind. She did, and if she could manage to make it work, then this would change everything.

Sighing heavily, she gestured for them to stop. "I learned something the other day. From my Grams." At his questioning look, she continued. "I… I may have found a way to bring you back to life."

"E-excuse me?" To say he was shocked would be an understatement. Kol had just gotten used to this whole talking-through-Bonnie thing, and it was nice to be able to speak to someone again, but to come back to life? That was astronomical. "May I ask how?"

Crossing her arms and rubbing them slightly, Bonnie began to explain. "I'm the Anchor. I have a foot in both the land of the living and the land of the dead. And I may not be a witch anymore, but my living part is still able to channel power."

"As we are aware. It's how you've been helping Davina." The young man interjected.

"Anyways, my…dead half, for the lack of a better term, has access to the power of my bloodline in its entirety." She said.

Kol whistled, impressed. "With the Bennett's being one of the most powerful bloodlines in existence, that's a hell of a lot of power." He arched an eyebrow, wondering where this was going. "But what can you do with it? I'm fairly sure you can't just suddenly wish it into me, and poof! I'm a member of the living undead once more."

"Well, that's where it gets complicated." The lady acquiesced. "I can't create the situation needed to bring you back and start popping out spells. Not anymore, at least." She grumbled. "What I need is an event charged up on blood sacrifice and power. From there I can add my bloodline's power into the mix with a few carefully edited spells that another witch would perform, and it would work then." Bonnie gave him a pointed look.

Suddenly, her meaning dawned on him. "You mean to use the Harvest Ritual." Kol didn't even need to see her affirming expression. He knew he was right.

"The magic of the Harvest itself is not enough to bring you back. You're too old and powerful. Instead, I'll add the Bennett power to that magic, and with it all combined I can bring both you and all four girls back. I'm sure of it." She stated confidently. Unfortunately, Bonnie only had one chance to get this right. If she messed up even a tiny bit, all would be lost.

"And if you fail?" He countered.

"I won't." She shot back.

"You might. And then you would have the blood of your little protégé on your hands. Even I don't think you can live with that guilt for the rest of eternity."

"Well, it's a good thing I won't be screwing this up, isn't it?" Bonnie gave him a sarcastic smile before walking on.

Kol ran a hand through his hair. "Come now, Bunny, don't be irritated with me! I'm simply being the practical one." He hurried to catch up, overtaking her easily. Unfortunately when he got there, she smacked him hard on the back of the head. "Fuck!" He rubbed the sore spot. "What was that for, damn it?"

"That was for calling me Bunny for the sixty-ninth time. Do it again and I'll find some way to give you an aneurysm." Bonnie glared.

"Sixty-ninth, darling? Now that you mention it, I'm game…" Kol winked and wiggled his eyebrows.

"You," The anchor spat "are a pervy jackass."

"But I'm your jackass." He retorted, riling her up. "You're stuck with me, Bunny dear."

"You aren't my anything." The dark-skinned beauty pointed at him sternly. "Except for maybe my stalker ghost friend who talks constantly." She gave him a sarcastic smile.

"Be careful, darling. You might wound me." The Original made as if clutching his heart, wincing dramatically.

Bonnie scoffed. "The only thing I'm wounding is your overblown ego." She rolled her eyes but suppressed a smile when Kol wrapped an arm around her shoulders and started heading them back to the other side of the pond, where the car she had borrowed from his family was parked. It was times like these where she forgot he was even dead.

"You know, doll, I think I'll keep you around for a bit longer." Kol gave her one of those heart-stopping looks. "You happen to be the most fun I've had in a long time."

"You spent a century desiccated in a box. I think your perceptions of fun are a bit skewed." The anchor laughed. "But since you're so lonely over there on the Other Side, I'll continue to be a nice person and chat with you. Out of pity, and all." This time it was Bonnie's turn to smirk while her companion glowered.

"You are quite lucky that I enjoy pretty little things with sharp tongues, Bunny. Otherw—"

"Otherwise, what?" The lady interjected. "You'll kill me? That's already been done. You just have to content yourself with my exasperating company, I suppose. Besides, you're dead."

"Then I guess you'll just have to bring me back to life, now won't you?" Kol raised an eyebrow. He knew she would understand his meaning. He would do it her way, and trust she knew what she was doing. "I need my threats to be valid, after all."

"I guess I will." Bonnie nodded. She had won this round. Now it was just time to actually get her plans to work. That would be the hard part. "But we're going to keep this between us. I don't want anyone else to know until the details are in place, and we know I can actually channel that much power." She skeptically looked over her ghostly friend. "Deal?"

"I am a man of my word, darling. It's a deal."

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It had been two hours since Klaus and Rebekah had left the manor, and they were getting antsy. Well, Klaus in particular was about to lose his shit. It had been over four hours since Caroline was discovered to be missing, and six since her last known location, which had been when she was talking to him. He and his sister had scoured every possible route she could have taken from the manor to the city, and were currently trekking through the woods. The forest was the most logical place for her to have been taken or injured in; the city was crowded and people would have stopped to help a young lady in distress. Hopefully.

Rebekah was talking about bringing in the human authorities, though he was resisting her. Klaus was no fool; there was really one possible person who had the gall to kidnap Caroline. Their original contrived story where Caroline was presented as a close friend of Rebekah's shattered the moment Lockwood appeared in town. Now that the upstart was working with Marcellus, the amount of information which had possibly been fed to his adversary was unfathomable. This situation is exactly why he never gave any of his minions' vital information. They would inevitably turn upon him, mess up all his carefully-laid plans, and do something stupid. Imbeciles. No, he was almost positive Marcel or on of his minions had taken Caroline. It was just where they had taken her, that was the issue. Bringing her back to the Abattoir would be stupid and obvious. If his former protégé ever learned anything from him, it was to think outside the box.

The incessant shrilling of his sister's phone snapped the hybrid out of his reverie, and back into present day. "Katherine?" Rebekah asked. So that was who was on the other line. The most annoying doppelganger of them all. "Well it certainly took bloody long enough! So you mean to tell me I've been traipsing in the woods for two hours and her phone is in the damn city? Cease the attitude, bitch, and text me the fucking address. I haven't wounded your little feelings! You're the first person on this earth to admit that you're a bitch! Whatever, Katherine. Just text me the address so we can go sort this mess out." She hung up the phone, and headed back to the car. "We've been wasting our time out here." She shouted over her shoulder as he followed in pursuit. "Katherine tracked her phone's current location to a parking garage in the center of the city. It's probably where she was last, but it's all we have right now."

"Then what on earth are you waiting for, sister?" Klaus flashed off and to the car.

Not thirty minutes later—it would have been fifteen had there not been extensive amounts of traffic and a lack of parking—the Mikaelson siblings were scouring the full garage for the car owned by Caroline Forbes. Thankfully, there weren't many cars with Virginia plates in the structure, which significantly narrowed down their search.

"I found it Nik!" Rebekah shouted from the floor above, causing her brother to speed to where she was. She was right; it was Caroline's car. His sister was currently on her knees, pulling a very pink thing out from underneath the vehicle. "Her purse." She stated grimly. Klaus's heart sunk into his stomach. "The contents are spilled… I've got her wallet, phone, extra makeup, everything. Even her keys. It's all here." She threw the purse at her brother after she finished putting everything back in. "See if you can sniff anything on that with your wolfy senses. Hybrids have to be useful for something."

Klaus rolled his eyes but took the bag. Other than the overwhelming scent of Caroline which made him nearly ill again at the thought of her, there was nothing. Giving the bag back to his sister, he looked around the other cars for anything while she searched the other side of Caroline's car. Noticing a glint of silver and white, he bent down and reached for the thing-which was actually two things. The first was a flyer for Fight Night at the Abattoir, and the second was a certain ring he had seen around Caroline's finger. It seemed Marcellus was less intelligent than he had expected.

Rage flowed in his veins, and gripped his formerly dead heart. The usurper had gone too far. Taking his kingdom was criminal enough. That alone warranted the man's death. But this… This was unforgivable. Caroline was an innocent in this game, and she was not to be touched. She was a woman meant to be eternally spared the pain of what Marcellus was certain to be putting her through at this very second. He had learnt his methods from the best, after all. Klaus had taught his protégé the concept of 'no mercy'. Now that very theory was most likely being used upon the sunshine girl who had left his office that morning, bantering and laughing. Blood was going to rain this town if they dared to hurt a hair upon her head. Marcel and his kingdom were doomed.

Klaus sped off into the city, leaving his sister confused as to where exactly he was going. One thing was certain: he had found Caroline.

AN: So... How did you all like it? Was it terrible? I know it's short, but it had to be, just for where I split everything up.

I know some of you are going to say that I picked a really overused plot point, but really, I don't think I did. I think it carries out in a way none of you will expect. So yeah.

How was the Kennett? Do you all like my expansion upon Bonnie's powers, and her plan for Kol? I really hope so... I have big plans for this plotline. The short bits of Klaroline and Kalijah were really fun to write; I needed a bit of fluff to make up for next chapter...

Anyways, Davina makes a comeback in the next chapter, and we're going to see some of Marcel and Tyler. It's a really...heavy chapter, just so you all know.

Thank you so much for reading and reviewing!

-Abi