Hey everyone :) So here's Chapter 4, wasn't really sure were I was going with it when I started, just kinda a filler chapter I guess,

But I'm pretty happy with how it came together. Let me know what you think! -Cheers

It takes me way too long to fall asleep. The energy pulsing between us is only amplified in the enclosed, dark room. I hear him turn on his side, and setting into his uncomfortable looking bed on the ground, and have to remind myself to breathe normally.

My lips still tingle with the memory of his. The taste of him lingering on my tongue. The craving for his touch has already started blooming, the pit of my stomach jumping with anxious butterflies.

This is the feeling I've been putting off for all these months. Since the Miss Mystic Falls pageant; hearing his true laughter for the first time over a glass of smooth champagne, unable to get the beautiful sound out of my head since.

Finally, as I watch the clock change to 2:12 AM, I doze off, into an inevitable dreamland of Klaus's mouth on mine.

"Sleepy," Someone throws a pillow; hitting me square in the face before it falls to the ground.

"Mmm," I mumble and rub my eyes, Rebekah is standing over me, her hair and makeup perfectly in place, her outfit ironed and fitting with model perfection, and her arms crosses, frowning down at me.

"Wake up, we're leaving."

I sit up quickly, pulling my hair into a ponytail, and swiping any leftover mascara from under my eyes. With a quick look to my right I see that both boys are gone.

"Why didn't you wake me earlier?" I complain, flipping the covers off my legs, and grabbing my bracelet and necklace off of the bedside table.

"I was going to, but thought you might need a good night sleep after last night."

My head swivels around so fast that I get the morning dizzies and have to sit back on the bed.

Her tone is sharp, and I can see the evil twinkle in her eyes, but she quickly shrugs her shoulders, and feigns innocence.

"The long drive." She adds, looking me right in the eye.

My cheeks flame with a blush, damn it, damn it, damn it.

"Hurry up," She says, before closing the door, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room.

I walk down the rickety motel steps with my bag, meeting the three of them at the bottom, the car pulled up close with the back door open.

"Finally." Rebekah sighs, and pulls on the door, slipping into the back seat.

Stephan takes my bag from me and slides it into the trunk, slamming the door.

"Thank you," I smile at him, and he returns it, looking a little uneasy; but friendly. That makes two people who over heard the scene on the balcony. Perfect.

"Morning," Klaus says to me, leaning against the car, shoving his hands in the pockets of his dark washed jeans.

I lift me eyes from the ground, skimming up his legs, to his long-sleeved dark grey shirt, clinging to his chest in every perfect way. All the way up to his face.

He shaved, his hair is still damp from a shower, and a small smile is playing with the corner of his lips.

I feel my cheeks heat, but force myself to smile back.

"Morning," I say back, stepping forward and reaching past him for the passenger's side door handle. When I get close, I take a breath, letting the scent of his shampoo mixed with the fresh morning air flood my nose.

He removes his hand from his pocket; his fingers slide against mine as he assists in opening my door. The cool temperature of his hand mixed with the proximity of him sends goose bumps blossoming up my arm. He swiftly steps away, so the others don't see the gesture; and moving around to the driver's side.

I close my eyes and give my head a small shake before pulling my door open the rest of the way, and sliding in.

"This it?" Stephan ducks forward, peering out the windshield at the old house.

"This is it." Rebekah sounds almost nervous as Klaus pulls the car into the yard and cuts the engine.

"Let's get this over with." Klaus pushes his door open; the rest of us follow suit.

The four of us make our way to the front door, Rebekah taking the lead, Klaus falling back slightly.

"I was wondering when you'd come for me." A deep female voice echoes from behind the wooden door Stefan was about to knock on. He lets his hand fall, and looks over his shoulder at me, I shrug.

"We just want to talk Hannah, please," Rebekah steps close to the door, talking louder than she needs to, "we need your help."

There's an unbearably long silence, before the door creaks open, revealing an older looking woman as she peers out at us from inside the house.

She looks almost kind as her eyes move from one of us to the other, before her eyes fall onto Klaus, and all the gentleness falls from her features like leaves on a blustery September day. Fast, and abrupt.

"You know you're not welcome here." She says this only to him, staring daggers into his eyes, as he does the same to her.

"Oh come on," His words sound light, but his tone is flat and angry, matching hers. "Lets not hold on to the past,"

"Rebekah, why have you brought this monster with you?" She's looking to the original sister now, with a look of sadness.

"I wouldn't have if it wasn't necessary." Rebekah states, and I quickly look over my shoulder, meeting Klaus's eyes. He seems just as confused by his sisters last comment as I am.

Klaus had offered to come, and Rebekah had not. Then she met up with us later. I can only assume she meant to do so from the beginning. Though why was she saying Klaus's presence was a necessity—when as far as I am aware, he was only our GPS, and her being with us had made his being here redundant.

"My mother asked that when I came to see you, I didn't come alone." Rebekah continues, "And I'm assuming she didn't mean for me to bring children," She shoots glances at Stefan and I, my eyes close slightly in a glare, but she's talking again.

"He's here for my protection." She finishes.

The witch Hannah crosses her arms, and purses her lips.

"You're mother never did trust me after I fled to New York did she." This sounds like a rhetorical question, "come in."

Rebekah sighs.

I step forward, following Stefan and Rebekah into the old house.

There's a pained yell from the doorway, we all turn to see Klaus stagger backward from the house, a tortured expression on his face.

"I said you weren't welcome." Hannah's glare is fixed on him, another pained groan escapes his mouth, like he'd been stabbed, but anger has dominated his eyes.

"Damn you witch." He spits his words at her, and she just smirks.

"This way."

It smells of incense; and thick spices hang heavy in the air, making it difficult to take a deep breath.

She leads us to a room near the back of the house.

"Of course you know Silas is immortal. Not even the twelve witches could find a way to take his life, thought they spent their entire lives trying." She walks around a chair, running her fingers along the back of it absentmindedly.

"He takes people's minds. Controls them." Her eyes snap up to look us, "This has happened to Miss Bennett?" Another rhetorical question.

Rebekah steps forward, "I don't care about her, I want the cure."

"Now see that's amusing." Hannah smiles a little, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepen. "For you cannot care about one without the other." She makes her way to an over sized trunk in the corner of the room. Opening the unlocked latch and lifting the heavy lid.

"The young witch has found favor with Silas. Therefore, she's just become the most valuable piece in this puzzle." She lifts a large book from the trunk, blowing dust off of the cover. "Unfortunately, with her powers more powerful than ever, and her emotions heightened, her fragile brain is losing itself." She absentmindedly flips through the pages, the sun peeking through the window plays with the dust that dances in the musky room.

Her finger pauses on a section of writing on a page.

"You're friend will die," Her words punch me in the stomach. "I can not save her. Only give her the tools she needs to finish what she started, before it's too late.

"No," I say, stepping forward. Rebekah sends me a glare, but I ignore her, "She's my friend! I'm not just going to let her be killed. We came here for help—"

"To find the cure."

"Not just that!" Tears tug at my eyes, and I shake my head.

"You're playing with fire little girl."

"Caroline," Stefan warns from behind me.

"I can't just let her die!" I yell at Hannah, but she doesn't seem to be listening to me anymore.

"You will be burned. And you'll have no one to blame but yourself."

"What?" I demand. "Bonnie's life is not in my hands, it's in yours."

"He will hurt you beyond repair. He will take your light." Her voice is getting louder now. Is she talking about Silas?

"Hannah?" Rebekah steps forward, placing a hand on her arm, taking the book from her, and finding the place on the page she was pointing at. Hannah never takes her eyes off of me.

"Run, little Caroline. Sweet, innocent Caroline..." She looks past me, over my shoulder now, and I follow her gaze.

Klaus; exactly where we left him at the front door, his hands braced on either side of the door frame, staring into the back room with an unreadable expression. His eyes penetrating Hannah with so much hatred I can't stand to look.

"His love will destroy you." Hannah whispers.