Hey! And I'm back again! I get the feeling that I'll probably just post once a week seeing that that's the pattern I've been noticing with myself. I tend to write these chapters in portions, and every time I finish one segment, I start the other, but I always reread everything before that segment and edit. I edit A LOT. That's probably why it takes me so long to update… my bad. Is it a sin to want perfection?

Anyways, thanks for all the reviews! I do take the time to read every single one, sometimes I even reply to them. I sure do enjoy engaging in some deep TVD/TO/Klaroline conversations, so feel free to message me if you want to talk!

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In the hopes of not getting you guys confused, later in the chapter, you will see bold AND italicized text. Those are the things Caroline is hallucinating. Remember, bold AND italicized are her hallucinations. Just italicized tends to represent the character's thoughts. Hopefully, you guys don't get confused… Enough rambling, GO READ!

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Chapter 5: I Can't Be Fixed

"Josette, where are they?" a voice echoed.

The scrapping sound of a baseball bat being dragged against the wooden floorboards reverberated throughout the house. The whimpers and screams of innocent people were silenced.

"Oh, Jo. Come out, Jo," the voice cooed, "I know you can hear me."

Jo choked on her blood, a sharp pang on her side. A hunting knife had been plunged into her stomach, she had to remove it and stop him before he could find them. She winced in pain as she grasped the handle, and yanked it out with a soft sob. Using her hand, she applied pressure to her oozing wound, and grabbed the knife. Pulling herself up and she exited the room. She had to find them, she had to make sure they were safe from him.

Jo straggled into the next room, limping her way through the hall. Entering another bedroom she studied it until she spotted two kids holding onto each other.

"Josette," the voice continued to call. "Where are they, Jo?"

Walking over to them she tried to assure them in a hushed tone.

"Hey. Everything's going to be okay, alright?"

The two kids continued to tremble.

"Everybody's just playing a game," she said. "You guys want to play a game? You want to play hide-and-seek?"

They just stared at her.

"Shhh. Okay."

Moving the frightened kids under the bed, she went under and joined them, wrapping her arms protectively around their shoulders. She began to whisper a chant under her breath.

"Come on out, Jo. You know I won't kill you," the voice beckoned.

The sounds of his footsteps came closer and closer.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A pair of tainted converse walked into the room, a trail of blood following behind each foot print. The feet strode around the room and stopped at the foot of the bed. Jo's heart beat faster, making it difficult to breathe quietly. As the figure started to walk away, she let out a soft sigh of relief. But then, the footsteps returned, his feet facing the bed. A pair of hands reached down and grasped the bottom of the bed, flipping it over.

A man stood over her, his face splattered with blood. But there was only Jo.

"Where are they?" he threatened in a dark tone.

Jo sobbed, refusing to answer him.

Rushing to the closet, he ripped the doors open, rummaging through the mesh of clothes. No one.

He turned back to Jo and screamed, "WHERE ARE THEY?"

But Jo just shook her head, tears streaming down her face. Full of rage, the man took his bat, and began to mercilessly beat her.

Jo jolted up from her sleep, her heart still beating fast. She sighed in relief when she realized it was just a dream. The sun had just settled underneath the horizon.

It must be almost 7 o'clock.

She looked down and saw she was still dressed in her work clothes sitting in her office. She must've dozed off while going through hospital files again. She rubbed her forehead.

Why had she dreamt of that night?

It had been years since that memory had haunted her. For years she had suppressed even the thought of going home or facing her family ever again. The remembrance of her own brother slaughtering her siblings made her cringe. It had taken a long time for the nightmares to stop, for the vivid images of her brother murdering her brothers and sisters to blur, and for the pain on her side to heal. It took years of busying herself with medical school and countless hospital cases to help her forget about that dreadful night.

So why now? Why was were the visions coming back? Had she not moved on? Had she not fixed the problem since then? Had justice not been served? These were the questions that haunted Jo. The inkling that maybe the worst wasn't over yet, but had yet to come.

There was a tap on her office door, pulling Jo away from her thoughts.

"Come in," she called.

Alaric walked into the office with two hot coffees in his hands.

"Now how did I know, I'd find you here," he said with a grin, he offered her a cup. "I thought you might need this."

She smiled gratefully and took it.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," he beamed.

"Either there aren't enough papers to grade tonight or there are too many," Jo teased. "Which is it?"

Alaric laughed, "Is it strange to want to spend time with my girlfriend?"

She chuckled to herself. Both of them took a sip of their coffees. The caffeine instantly revived her drowsiness.

Jo looked at him hesitantly.

"I had a nightmare," she blurted.

"A little old for nightmares, don't you think?" he teased as he leaned against a file cabinet.

She frowned at him.

"Well, when your twin brother kills your siblings and beats you with a metal bat, it tends to scar you for life."

"Oh," Alaric said shocked. He moved over to her side and took her hands in his with a concerned look on his face, "Did you want to talk about it or –"

She shook her head.

"It's just," she paused. "I can't shake this feeling that something bad is about to happen?"

Elena opened the door for Matt, and then leaned against the frame.

"Be careful, Matt."

"Don't worry, Elena," Matt assured. "I'll be back in an hour or so. I just need to check-in with the squad, they're getting kind of worried that I haven't been with them in a while."

Since Tripp's death, the group of vampire hunters were getting increasingly anxious without him. They needed to regroup and decide how to proceed after what had transpired.

"I get it," she sighed. "It's just scary, y'know?"

Matt nodded.

Nothing seemed to be simple anymore. Before it was graduate high school, go to college, and get a job. But somehow their lives had made a complete 360 since their junior year with all the vampires, werewolves, witches, and travelers. Suddenly searching for witch spells, sacrificing doppelganger blood, and wearing vervain jewelry wasn't so out of the ordinary. Nowadays their futures were uncertain, every week there was always some supernatural disaster awaiting them. Nothing was ever simple anymore.

"What if they find out you're friends with a bunch of vampires?"

"They won't, don't worry about it."

"I just don't want you to get hurt, I mean, with everything's that's been going on with Damon and Stefan looking for Klaus, Caroline with another werewolf bite, and Bonnie gone and all," Elena paused. "Just please take care of yourself, okay?"

"I will," he insisted. "I'll be fine, I just need to go meet with them real quick."

Elena finally relented.

"Fine. But be back soon, we still haven't finished our game of Scrabble yet," she teased.

He laughed, "See ya, Elena."

Elena smiled and closed the door behind her.

Matt walked down the stairs and exited the school. Jumping into his truck, he headed back to Mystic Falls. He really hated lying to Elena. Though he was, in fact, meeting up with the protection squad that night, he didn't think he'd be back till later that night.

Matt had been thinking a lot lately. Before Tripp died, he said he wanted to help people like him fight against vampires, help them become strong so they could protect the ones they loved, something he hadn't been able to do when a vampire killed his wife. And when Matt watched Tripp's neck slit open, he was suddenly reminded of the terrors that came with vampires. Wasn't that how he lost his sister two years ago? Wasn't that how Tyler lost his mom, or how Caroline's father died?

Vampires.

Vampires had ruined their peaceful town. Vampires were the reason why so many people were listed under animal attacks, why so many people were drained of blood, and why so many bodies were never found. It was all the vampires fault. And for some reason, it took Matt having to watch Tripp and Monique die to remember what vampires were capable of.

Death.

And there was one vampire that continuously reminded him of that.

Enzo.

The man, if you could even call him that, served as a testament of what little respect vampires had for human lives. He had impulsively killed Monique when trying to provoke answers from Stefan, had spitefully stabbed his childhood friend at a watering hole party, and had turned Tripp into a vampire to exact his sick revenge. He was a monster. Vampires were monsters.

He saw the destruction that vampires wrought. He witnessed it many times with his friends. He saw it when Caroline was being used by Damon as a blood bag. He saw it when Bonnie was being pushed around so they could abuse her powers. He saw it when Elena and her aunt were sacrificed.

He had seen it time and time again, but didn't do anything about it. Why? Well, because he was weak. Unlike the rest of his friends, he wasn't born with any witch capabilities like Bonnie, wasn't a potential Hunter like Jeremy, and nor did he contain half the abilities of a vampire like Damon or Stefan. He was human and for some reason, someone decided that humans would be the inferior race in this crazy world of supernatural beings.

He was fed up with it.

He was fed up with the compulsion, fed up with the threats, and he was definitely fed up with people dying at the hands of vampires. It was about time someone did something about it. About time he did something about it. And maybe that's why he joined the protection squad during the summer, so he could become stronger. Although he had unknowingly joined a group of vampire hunters, he was beginning to think this was something he was meant to do.

Of course, he wouldn't go after Elena or Caroline, there was no way he would hurt his friends. They had been the ones that showed him that some vampires were capable of caring for others and being in control of their urges.

But that didn't dismiss the suffering that other vampires wrought.

He couldn't pinpoint the exact moment he knew he had to bring vampires to a stop. But after many nights of pondering and thinking it through, it was settled, he was going to be a part of the vampire hunting squad. Although he'd continue to aid his friends, he wouldn't allow vampires to take advantage of any more humans in Mystic Falls.

Matt finally arrived to an abandoned brick warehouse. Driving through the mucky dirt, he parked his truck, and got out, slamming his boots into the mud. After banging on the heavy metal door, the slot was opened. A pair of eyes studied the intruder, then shut it. The door was then pushed open allowing Matt in until it was again securely shut behind him to contain the secrets that it held.

"Matt," one man stood up, patting him on the back. "Where've you been, man?"

"Sorry, I was with my friends," Matt replied as he joined the rest of the group.

"Friends, right?" one of them teased. "You mean that cute brunette and the blonde?"

"They're friends, guys," Matt assured.

"What about that pretty girl you took to prom? What was her name, Bonnie?"

"Didn't know you were such a lady's man, Matt," another joined.

Most of the members were composed of people he had known all his life, people he had grown up with. People who decided, they too, would take the initiative to protect their town.

They all surrounded a seating area with wooden stools, and old sofas. Some played pool, while others chatted amongst the others. They continued to tease Matt as he joined the circle of people.

"Enough," a stern voice said.

They all quieted down and looked up at the man who was moving to the center of the crowd. He was tall, with a brawny built to his body. His face was stern and eyes were intense. Couldn't be any younger than 45 years old, lines of stress and seriousness creased his face.

Matt didn't recognize him. He had never seen him at training during the summer with Tripp or at any of the meetings before, so it piqued his curiosity.

The man walked over to Matt and loomed over him.

"Matt, I presume."

Matt looked at the others, but none of them returned his gaze. He didn't budge from his spot. He turned his attention back to the man standing before him and nodded.

"Yeah, that's me."

"I don't believe we're formerly met," he held out his hand. "I'm Steven, I believe you knew my partner."

Matt looked at him uncertainly, but reluctantly shook his hand.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I don't think I know who you're talking about?"

"Bill Forbes. He said you were friends with his daughter."

Matt looked at him shocked.

"Come," Steven motioned, "We have much to talk about."

"AHHHHHH!" Caroline screamed.

The sun incinerated her skin. Tears ran down Caroline's face, the pain was too unbearable.

"No! Please! Stop! Please stop! Please!"

The window latch closed, shielding her from the sun.

"I don't hurt anyone, I swear. Dad, I swear," Caroline begged. "I can handle the urges. I can."

"If you could handle it, this wouldn't happen."

Bill walked towards her and held out a blood bag in front of her. Caroline's eyes instantly turned red and the veins under her eyes protruded. Bill snatched the blood bag away.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Caroline cried, her eyes returning back to normal.

Bill looked at her with pity.

"I'm conditioning you to associate vampirism with pain," he explained. "In time, the thought of human blood will make you repress your vampire instincts completely."

"That's impossible," she whimpered. "Daddy, you can't change who I am."

"Yes, I can."

"No..." she whimpered.

"You remember this feeling."

Bill moved back to the chain leverage behind her.

"No! No! No! No, no!" she begged, but Bill took the chain in his hands and tugged, uncovering the blazing sun once more.

The sun scorched her skin, reopening the blisters that had tried to heal. Smoke emitted off her back, arms, and thighs. Yellow and red sores covering her body. Caroline could feel the sun tearing at her skin, making her skin peel.

Bill closed the window opening again and went back to Caroline. She laid limp, eyes still puffy from crying, mascara smudged. He could already see the boils on her body trying to heal themselves again.

He sat in front of her, full of remorse.

"Let's try this again, okay?"

Taking the blood bag again, he held it out in front of her and studied her reaction. Caroline tried to control her urges, suppressing her desire to lunge at it. But she hadn't eaten since yesterday, so the moment she got a whiff of the bag of blood, her eyes turned ravenously red.

Bill sighed, upset, putting away the blood bag again.

"I'm trying, Daddy, I swear," she begged. "Just please stop doing this."

"I know you are, but the blood has too much control over you."

Bill walked back to the chain, ready to open the hatch.

"No! No! No! Please don't, Daddy! Please don't!"

Bill pulled the chain again, releasing the sun's merciless light. Caroline shrieked, blood trickling down her flaking skin, stinging her open cuts.

She didn't know what hurt more, the sun burning her skin or the fact that her dad was doing this to her.

Although Bill had abandoned her, she still got to see him every now and then for a lunch date or a movie together. Certainly more than her mother. Up until then, Caroline had been closer to her father than she was with Liz. Though he wasn't around much, he always managed to send her gifts on her birthday and Christmas, and always attended her cheerleading competitions. She could always count on her dad to be there for her.

But at this moment, she could feel her heart breaking.

It hurt more than feeling the sun beat down on her, hurt more than the vervain that clogged her lungs, and more than the burns that tore at her skin.

Why was he doing this to her? Why?

He was still her father, and she was still his little girl. Even if she was a vampire now, her unconditional love for her dad would never waiver.

But her heart throbbed for every second, every minute, and every hour she saw the disappointment in her father's eyes when he looked down at her. She had failed him. She had let him down, and that hurt more than any werewolf bite. And every time he held that bag of blood in front of her, she could only feel the hopelessness overwhelming her as her instincts took over. And every time she failed, she was punished by the ruthless sun and her father's frustration.

She wasn't strong enough. She was weak.

Just as she was a weak human, she was a weak vampire. And nothing broke her heart more than seeing the disappointment on her father's face when he decided that he hated vampires more than he loved his own daughter.

Elena woke up from her nap. It was almost eight, and still no call from either of the Salvatores. She looked around the room, and saw that Matt still hadn't returned. Checking her phone, Elena saw she had received a message from Tyler.

Opening it up, it read:

Tyler Lockwood

iMessage

Went to get a change of clothes and to shower, be back in 20 minutes.

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Locking her phone, Elena sighed looking back at Caroline.

"Guess it's just you and me, Care."

Moonlight seeped through the open blinds, illuminating the dark room. Getting up from her bed, Elena walked over to the windows and looked outside. It was oddly quiet. Not a whisper in the air. She proceeded to shut the blinds of each window. When she arrived at the window next to Caroline's bed, she could see tears running down her face.

Bill sat at the corner of the cell, looking down at the ground. Silence filled the room. For hours they had gone at it. Bill would open the hatch, Caroline would burn, he'd close the hatch, show her the bag, and her eyes would turn red. It was a relentless cycle that only added to Caroline's pain and Bill's frustration.

Caroline weakly lolled her head forward, numb to the pain that had been inflicted all over her body.

Bill finally spoke.

"I want you to know, when Carol called and told me about you, I sat down and cried," he confessed.

"I don't need to be fixed," Caroline whimpered. "I can't be fixed."

"What?"

Elena looked at Caroline surprised, those were the first words she had spoken since passing out. Elena knelt down next to her friend.

"Care, I'm here."

Bill knelt next to her, resting his hand on the back of her chair.

"I've always taught you to try your best," he urged. "I need you to try your best now."

Pulling out the blood bag before her once more, Caroline turned away trying to suppress her cravings. But she could smell the sweet, sweet scent of blood sloshing in the bag.

"There, see, you're doing it."

"I can't," Caroline yelped.

"You can't what, Care?" Elena asked confused.

Bill held the blood bag closer to her face willing her to fight it.

"Yes, you can," he pressed. "Fight the urge."

"Care? Care? Are you okay?" Elena asked concerned.

"I'm starving," she cried.

"I know you are, Care. Try."

Bill brought the blood bag even closer to her.

The scent of blood was driving her mad, she couldn't keep fighting it.

"It's okay, Care, I have blood!"

Elena ran to the mini fridge and pulled out one bag of A-positive blood and held it out to her.

"Why?" Caroline wept. "You know that this isn't going to work."

"It has to work," Bill asserted. "It's the only option."

"What do you mean?" Elena pulled the bag of blood away from her.

"Why are you trying to fix me?" Caroline sobbed, fresh tears flooding her eyes.

"So, I don't have to kill you."

Caroline's eyes darted open, a deep red ring encircled her dilated pupils. Fangs extended from her lips. Caroline sat up, taking heavy breaths as she choked back her tears. Elena backed away slowly. Something wasn't right.

Caroline rubbed at her face, trying to stop the tears, but they just kept rolling down her cheeks. She jolted out from her bed and stalked towards Elena, eyeing the bag of blood in her hands. She needed blood. She needed blood now.

"Care," Elena said hesitantly. "Care, are you okay?"

But Caroline couldn't hear a word she was saying, just the sound of the blood lapping against the flimsy plastic bag.

She needed it. She needed it now.

Caroline lunged at Elena, knocking her to the ground. She viciously grabbed the bag from her grasp, and sank her teeth into it letting the sweet red elixir run down her chin. When she had sucked the bag dry and let it fall effortlessly to the floor before standing up in silence.

Elena pulled herself up on her elbows, "Caroline–"

"I need to go home," she said quietly.

"You can't," Elena looked at her sadly. "You have to stay here."

"You don't understand, I need to go home now," she said more firmly.

"You'll die," Elena exclaimed.

She went to grab her arm, but Caroline dodged her and vamped to the opposite end of the room.

Elena studied her face. Blood dribbled down the edges of her mouth, but her eyes were full of terror. She tried to move closer to her, but every step she took, Caroline took another back. She looked absolutely terrified.

But why?

Elena cautiously looked behind her to see if someone was there. But there was no one, just a closed door.

What was Caroline so afraid of?

Alaric strode towards her, the white oak stake in his hand. Caroline fumbled with her car keys, trying to find the right one. He was getting closer. His steps becoming louder.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

His shoes padded against the cement.

She had to get out of there fast, she had to warn her friends that Alaric was still alive and he was out to kill them. But why couldn't she find the right key?

Alaric dashed towards her, slamming her against her car. He wrapped his hands around her frail neck, ready to snap it.

Elena zoomed towards her, resting her hands on Caroline's shoulders and said urgently, "It's okay, Caroline, I'm here. Let me help you."

Caroline shrieked, twisting Elena's neck with a crack. Elena's body fell to the ground with a loud thump.

Tyler barged into the room, hair still wet from his shower.

"What's going on?"

He looked down at the motionless body.

"Elena?"

He looked up at the body hovering over her.

"Care!"

Alaric shoved her into a desk, trapping her. He stabbed her hands with wooden pencils.

Caroline screamed and ran towards the door, trying to get past him, but Tyler grabbed her arm, and pushed her back into the room. He could see the fear in her eyes.

"Care, what's wrong? What are you doing?"

Caroline violently shoved him away, knocking the breath out of him as he crashed into the wall. Caroline zoomed out of the room. Tyler coughed as he struggled to catch his breath. Reaching for his phone, he dialed Stefan's number.

The phone rang on the other line until a voice finally answered.

"Tyler?"

"Yeah," he choked. "We have a problem."

Caroline dashed out of the room. She had to get away, had to get away before she could get hurt. Every heart ache, and every gun shot, and every bite, and every burn she had endured was coming back to taunt her. It was ripping at her, opening up things she had tried to stow away.

She escaped out Whitmore's front doors and took to the streets, zooming past countless cars that hardly noticed her. Running through the fields and maneuvering through the trees, she ran and ran and ran, but it seemed like her fears were catching up.

He let go of her trembling hands and headed to the door. Picking up his box belongings, he disappeared from her sight. She watched her dad walk out their white front door all over again.

The thud of his steps leaving the front porch echoed throughout the house until the sound of an engine running resonated through the empty hall as the car pulled away from the driveway. Liz crumbled to her knees, sobbing at the open door.

Caroline came running down the stairs, nearly tripping over her feet. She looked down at her mother who continued to cry. Caroline wanted to comfort her mother. She could fix this. She just had to.

She left her mother's side and ran out the door and into the street chasing her father's car. Her feet pounding against the slippery cement, bits of rubble scraping her bare feet.

"Please don't leave me!" she begged as she willed herself to run faster. "Daddy, please don't leave me!"

But the car disappeared into oblivion.

Caroline stopped, staring at the empty street.

What was she doing?

Her father was gone. He'd been gone for a year now. But this time, she would never see him again. She couldn't visit his house in Georgia anymore, couldn't anticipate a gift from him on her birthday, or see his face for another one of their lunch dates. He was gone. He was gone forever.

Caroline stood in the barren road, staring mindlessly into the distance, a single tear falling from her eyes.

Turning around, the werewolf man stood behind her, a sinister grin on his face.

Caroline backed away.

He held up a gun and shot several shots into her side, the wooden bullets penetrating through her flesh.

Caroline yelped, bending over.

"Why are you doing this to me? Why?" Caroline screamed.

Pressing her hand against her invisible wound. She turned and scrambled away before he could shoot her again.

The sound of gunshots echoed behind her, hitting at her heels. But she refused to look back. Refused to face the terrors that awaited her. She just ran faster. She had to get away.

Running through the field, she bumped into someone.

She fell to the ground, confused, but was overcome with relief when she saw who she ran into.

"Thank God, Damon."

But Damon wasn't as happy to see her as she was to see him. He furiously grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out into a dark and open field away from the rest of the party. She tripped over her feet as he continued to aggressively yank her away from prying eyes.

"Don't! She took it off and I got flustered, okay?" Caroline turned around to face him, and plead. "I didn't know what to say. But I swear, okay? I did not tell her. I just told her that you didn't mean to hurt me."

Damon had an angry look that frightened her. He quickly covered it up and put on a fake smile. He whisked behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, calming her with a swaying motion.

"You make me crazy, you know that?" Damon seductively whispered in her ear. "It's okay, I forgive you."

Caroline said meekly, "I swear, I didn't say –"

"Sssh, sssh," he hushed her. "It's okay."

He continued to soothingly rub his hands around her waist, making her melt under his touch as they continued to sway back and forth under the stars.

"Unfortunately," he coos. "I'm so over you now."

Caroline felt him stab his teeth into her neck, digging them deeper and deeper into her skin.

"Get away from me!" she screamed.

She shoved him away, making him stumble back. His eyes were furiously red, veins pulsating from underneath his eyes.

Caroline dashed away.

Not again. Never again.

She had to get away. She had to get home. She needed to go home.

She sped in the direction of Mystic Falls, trying to outrun her worst nightmares.

Damon and Stefan rushed into the dorm room, almost breaking the wooden door from its hinges. Elena laid limp in Tyler's arms.

Damon rushed to her side studying her, he turned to Tyler.

"Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine," Tyler replied. "What took you guys so long?"

Damon went to answer, "We, uh–"

"We got caught up in a little trouble," Stefan answered exchanging a look with his brother.

Now was not the time to talk about their little adventure in New Orleans. It would have to wait.

"Well, Caroline's long gone," Tyler informed them.

"Do you know where she was headed?" Stefan asked.

"No, I have no idea," he admitted. "She slammed me against the wall and rushed out before I could stop her."

Stefan rubbed his forehead frustratingly.

"She could be anywhere by now."

Elena suddenly jolted up, taking a deep breath of air. She touched her neck, still feeling the kink in it. She would never get used to that.

"Elena!"

Damon went to help her up.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she shooed him. "We need to find Caroline!"

"We don't know where to look for her," Stefan said.

"A crazed vampire on the loose at Whitmore College," he said. "She's going to hurt someone."

"No, I don't think she's here," Elena said.

"Then where?" asked Tyler. "Where else would she go, it's not like she can go to–"

Tyler paused as Elena looked at him and nodded.

"Oh shit, she's going to die the moment she walks through that border!"

"I know, I know," Elena acknowledged. "That's why we have to get there before she does."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get out of here."

Stefan headed towards the door, and everyone else followed.

"I know a few shortcuts we can take to catch up to her," Damon said as they rushed down the stairs. "We can cut her off before she gets to the border."

They rammed out the door, and into the parking lot. Jumping into Damon's car, they sped out of Whitmore and headed to Mystic Falls.

Elena stared out the window fidgeting with her hands, anxiety creeping at her.

There was no way she was going to lose another friend. Caroline didn't deserve this. Caroline didn't deserve any of the terrible things that happened to her. And as her best friend, Elena knew it was her obligation to do whatever it took to save her. After all, she had no doubt that Caroline would do the same for her, just as she did for others countless times. They had to save her.

But then a thought came to mind that unsettled her. She looked around the car. Damon sat in the driver's seat, Stefan in the passenger seat, and she and Tyler in the back. They were all here, but Elena couldn't shake this feeling that something wasn't quite right.

Something was missing. Someone essential to saving her blonde friend's life.

Elena started to panic.

"Wait. Where's Klaus?"

As you have noticed, I have decided to include Kai and his family in this story. It was hard to mesh them into my story line, but after a long day at work and pondering on the mysteries of TVD, I found a perfect way to assimilate them in. Plus, Kai is such a sarcastic ass. I love him. But, of course, things won't go exactly as they did in TVD. This is mostly because there are a couple things I am unsure of with the whole story line like 1) How did Kai even know about the magical border in Mystic Falls? I don't recall Damon or Bonnie telling him about it, or anyone else in the show (feel free to correct me) and 2) How could Kai absorb the Traveler's magic while within the Mystic Falls' border if the spell prohibits the magic of witches? Unless you're trying to tell me that Kai being born with his strange ability is just another loophole to this? I don't even know anymore.

What do you guys think of Matt now? Do you think his actions are understandable? I mean, it made sense to me. Before Stefan and Damon came along, Elena ever said, "Nothing bad ever happens in Mystic Falls." So, can you blame him? I'll leave that to you, my readers.

And Steven… I didn't know how to picture him, a gay vampire hunter? How often do you ever see that in TV? I'll make him a badass gay vampire hunter. I always wondered why they never introduced him in the show, especially after Bill died. I guess it's up to the viewer's imagination and you guys are about to see that soon.

I hope Caroline's half-hallucinations and half-reality section wasn't too confusing. I tried to make it obvious when she was hallucinating. I thought it was about time she be partially awake while hallucinating like they did with the other characters on the show. So tah-dah. I tried to recall a lot of events I mentioned in the previous chapters.

Forgive me for not including any Klaroline fluff in this chapter, I'M SORRY. I think partially why this chapter was so hard to write was because there was no Klaroline fluff I could look forward to writing. But it's okay, the time will come eventually! There's a whole bunch of stuff I still want to cover about their relationship, so be patient my klarophants.

I guess this leads us to this chapter's question: What terrible thing do you think will be befalling our characters?

Thanks for reading and writing reviews, as always! Feel free to leave feedback or chat with me!

The next chapter will blow. your. fucking. MIND.