A/N: Thanks so much for reading, reviewing, and everything. And a big thanks to Miranda for betaing this. :)

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"During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplices."― Sharon Kay Penman

Klaus had split up the group before they'd even set foot on the island. The map only gave the location of the island; it didn't say where on it they would find Silas' final resting place. No one even had a clue what it looked like. Shane's interrogation from a few weeks ago had wielded nothing about that and even Vaughn had no idea what they would be stepping into. There were no houses on this one like the other Cyclades islands, and even the landscape of it seemed slightly different than the rest of them. There were still the glistening beaches and the steep, rocky inclines, but the depth of the forest covering the island far surpassed any of the others. Perhaps it was because no one had ever inhabited this one as they had with most of the others, but it could also be to make it more difficult to locate the tomb, the result of a spell.

The majority of the group stayed together, needing to protect Bonnie and Lucy so they could perform the ritual to destroy Silas while also looking for where to go. Rebekah and Stefan had set out to the west, while Klaus and Caroline had set out to the east, all agreeing on a signal to get the others attention if they found the location.

It wouldn't be long for Tyler's boat to also arrive and Klaus had a feeling there might be others trying to head to the location as well. At least two other Hunters were out there in the world with completed maps and it wouldn't surprise him if some of Silas' followers were able to get one of them on their side. Unlike Vaughn, Eddie and Connor had not known a thing about what was happening to them when they'd been activated. Most likely whoever else had been activated wouldn't have known much of what was happening either and worked with the first person who was able to give them even a little information.

It was the only explanation he could come up with for any Hunter being with Tyler Lockwood. The boy was still a problem, one that would soon be on the island and Klaus doubted that he knew a thing about what they were truly doing. The Lockwood boy probably had his sights on the cure, most likely wanted to use it to either free himself of his curse or to shove it down Klaus' own throat and destroy him. He would continue to be a problem as long as he lived, revenge apparently the only thing on his mind.

As much fun as driving the boy insane might have been, having him wander around, never quite sure when his death would happen, it was becoming apparent that Tyler Lockwood needed to die. He'd be a pesky nuisance that could turn into a threat with enough time if allowed to continue to live. Tyler wasn't like Katerina who might egg on plans to kill him but would flee when the danger became too much. No, Tyler would see it through to the very end and continue poking at him until the bitter end.

And Klaus was hardly going to endure such behavior while showing Caroline the world.

Klaus glanced over at Caroline who was moving through the woods beside him, her gaze flicking about as they walked, trying to find anything that could be a sign for where they needed to be. She was a reason for the Lockwood boy to get a swift death and also the very reason he couldn't put the boy out of his misery.

She might have asked to travel the world with him, stated that she wanted to give him a chance, but Klaus had a feeling that as soon as he sliced the boy's head from his body that those plans would evaporate before the appendage ever touched the ground.

The two stopped moving as they neared the edge of a cliff that led only to the sea below. "So not this way," Caroline murmured nodding back toward the woods they'd just vacated. "Want to try that way?"

The cracking of twigs underfoot had the both of them snapping around, Klaus moving to stand in front of her, ready to take down whatever threat might be headed toward them. A small lizard crept out of the woods towards the rocky base and Caroline eased up behind him but Klaus kept his gaze locked on the area before them, certain someone was still watching them.

"Klaus?"

He despised the magic that seemed to engulf the island, setting him completely on edge. Too close a reminder to his mother and the possibility of her returning to wreak havoc on his life all over again. "Let's try that way," he replied, nodding for her to move forward.

They continued on for a few more minutes, listening to the sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks in one direction while the other carried the sound of the wind whipping through the dense forest. Caroline stopped moving in front of him and he nearly slammed into her, wondering what had her stopping so suddenly.

A skeleton lay in the underbrush, tattered clothing still attached to bits of it, various roots having grown through its bones and trapping it against the ground. It was the ones that wound around his wrists and ankles that Klaus paid the most attention to, wondering if those had occurred before or after his death.

"We already knew that there were people who had never made it off this island, Caroline," he pointed out even as he placed a soothing hand on her back to try and steer her away from the scene. There would be a few he knew trapped somewhere on the island, though he had a feeling none of them had survived too long after setting foot on the beach.

"Get your hands off of her!" Tyler's voice rang out from behind them and Klaus couldn't help but smirk as Caroline actually took a step closer to him as they turned to face the Lockwood boy.

His hybrid features were showing, rage seeming to spill off of him, as he looked at the two of them. The others were standing near Tyler though Klaus noted that at least two were not with him. The Hunter was though and Klaus tapped Caroline's shoulder and nodded toward that one, wanting her to know not to engage him. The last thing he wanted was for Caroline to experience the Hunter's Curse.

"I believe you'll come to find that Caroline quite enjoys my hands on her," Klaus replied, not bothering to keep the smugness out of his voice, deliberately taunting the boy. This needed to be dealt with now so they could continue on. Tyler Lockwood was not allowed to ruin all of the steps they'd gone through to stop Silas.

His hand moved from her back to curl around her waist, pulling her back against him, fingers inches away from her chest. "Klaus," she admonished, and he could smell her fury with him but it was Tyler's rage that had his interest for the moment.

She elbowed him, trying to step forward to no doubt try and soothe the boy's anger, to explain things, but Klaus wasn't allowing her anywhere near him or the others. He kept his arm locked around her, noting the two who'd been missing from the group moving to the sides of him, looking for an in to attack.

"Just leave, Tyler. This isn't your fight," Caroline tried, but it seemed to have no effect on anyone. "You don't even know what's going on really, do you?"

"We know about the cure," one of the others piped in and Klaus tsked at the confirmation that they were utterly useless.

"That's not all this is," Caroline tried again, but it was obvious that none of them cared about any other details from their stiffening posture.

"That's the part that matters," Tyler replied, his gaze locked on what Klaus' hands were doing, expression darkening as the smell of their mingled scents finally hit him. It was more than the simple mixing because of close proximity. This was what happened after intimacy, after skin touching skin for a lengthy period of time over several instances. "Caroline?"

Klaus knew what the boy was figuring out even if she didn't, and he simply smirked, enjoying the realization that was sweeping over the young Lockwood. There was no point in beating around the bush anymore.

"Come now, Caroline. Why keep him in the dark from your awakenings of the last few weeks?" Klaus urged, watching the boy's eyes widen at that, enjoying how the anger seemed to change into disbelief. "How you determined what your feelings or lack of them might mean?"

"Tyler," she started, and Klaus knew she'd probably be furious with him for days but he'd course correct later on.

"She doesn't love you," Klaus continued, feeling her tense in his arms. Oops. "Not quite in love with me either." But there was still plenty of time for that to happen.

The shock on the Lockwood boy's face was well worth the anger he'd be on the receiving end of from Caroline, or so Klaus told himself. Tyler stared at Caroline, trying to find signs that Klaus was lying, searching for a truth he desperately needed to see. There was none though, just an apologetic look from Caroline.

"Tyler, it's not…" she started, trying to come up with any way to make what was happening better. There was none though. How could I don't love you ever be told in a good way? Especially when in the next step she was giving a chance to the man who'd murdered his mother. There was no way to make this right. "This isn't how I wanted to tell you…"

"Tell me what, Caroline?" Tyler demanded, the hurt obvious in his voice, but it was the way his eyes narrowed, the yellow in them standing out even more that had Klaus' arm tighten around Caroline. "Did you even mean any of what you said back then? When you had me leave? Or did you just need me out of there so you said what you could so I'd be gone and you could start fucking him without feeling guilty?"

Caroline flinched as if she'd been physically hit. "It wasn't like that."

"Doesn't change the fact that I can smell him all over you and you all over him," Tyler shouted. "I was coming here to save you. To save us. To give us a chance at normal again. To make sure he couldn't hurt anyone ever again." Klaus wasn't sure who the boy was more furious with in that moment, the hate in his eyes seeming to be directed at both of them. "But as far as I'm concerned you can die with him now."

"All I needed to know," Klaus murmured, pushing Caroline back as the two werewolves leapt out of the woods, ready to drive spears through the two of them.

Klaus grabbed onto one of the spears, using it to throw the man who'd been holding it toward the others, knocking them down before driving it through the one still coming at him. He didn't hesitate, didn't stop moving for a moment as he sliced through the group, removing heads with a thrust, snapping necks, and pinning the Hunter to a tree with a spear in his hand before knocking him unconscious. It wouldn't kill him but it'd incapacitate him long enough to deal with the last one standing.

Tyler.

The boy rushed him and Klaus laughed, easily shoving him into a tree. The boy might have been faster and stronger than the others, but he was still no match for the one who'd sired him. He had one arm pressed against the boy's windpipe, his other hand pushing into his chest.

"Stop!" Caroline screeched, and it shouldn't have mattered, he should have continued on with his hand, should have pulled out the boy's heart and watched the life seep out of his eyes, but he didn't. Not yet. "Please, Klaus. Don't do this."

"He was ready to kill you," Klaus reminded, fingers wrapping around the boy's heart. He'd already killed how many who'd dared try their hand at that, why was this one any different?

"He's hurting," Caroline told him, coming to stand beside him, hand touching his shoulder. "He doesn't mean it."

"I'll never stop coming for you and your family. I'll hunt you to the ends of the earth,' Tyler replied, and Klaus arched a brow at that, believing everything the boy was saying. Though his words did have almost a calming effect and part of Klaus wanted to let him go and compel the boy to run and wait for death, for him to roam the world for a few more decades before he did kill him. He even released the boy's heart, patting his healing chest, letting that false sense security build up.

"Can't you compel him to leave and never return, to go live a life somewhere far away and never try to attack us ever again?" Caroline suggested, and Klaus wasn't surprised by that request. She would try to find a way to keep all of them safe. "Compel him and make him leave. There's already been enough damn death."

The venom in the boy's eyes as he looked over at Caroline had her taking a step back though and Klaus pressed his arm tighter against the boy's throat. "I'll fight it. I'll break it like I did the Sire bond and then I'll take everything that you love," Tyler bit out as he looked at Klaus, his words a promise, but it was when he looked at Caroline that Klaus knew the boy was sealing his own fate. "And everything you love too."

"Tyler, you don't mean that," she tried again, but the traces of the boy who loved her had been stamped out in the last few minutes. Her fall off that pedestal he'd kept her on shattering whatever illusions he'd had in his mind and replacing it all with only hate. Maybe eventually the hate would disappear and he'd live again but that might take decades and there were too many people he could hurt in that time.

"Starting with your mom," Tyler continued. She choked back a sob at that, stepping away from the both of them and Klaus looked over at her.

"What will it be, Caroline?" Klaus hoped she'd see reason with her mother being in danger, but he could see the hesitancy in her features, how she wanted the compulsion to happen and not another death.

Tyler took that opportunity with Klaus turning to push as hard as he could, knocking Klaus slightly off balance, enough for him to try and lunge at Caroline. She never got to give her answer and Klaus didn't bother with civility any longer, hand plunging through Tyler's back and ripping out the boy's heart before he ever had a chance to touch her. He let the boy's body slump to the ground, dead.

It should have been a moment of triumph but he simply released the heart and headed over to a sobbing Caroline who looked ready to collapse and pulled her tightly against him. Fingers threaded through her hair as he tried to calm her down, worried that it'd been too much for her to take in and that she'd flip the switch. It was there for moments like this when it was too much for young vampires to handle, to give them a respite from the onslaught of emotions. He didn't want that for her though.

Her arms wrapped around him, clinging tightly to him as she cried. She pushed him away moments later, her cheeks still damp with tears, but there was a fury of confusion and anger in her eyes that was currently being directed at him. "You didn't have to kill him."

Klaus simply arched a brow at her. "He was making a move to harm you."

"You could have snapped his neck," she pointed out, fingers threading through her hair as she turned away from him, emotions still all over the place.

"For how long, Caroline?" he demanded, flashing to stand in front of her. He disregarded her glare. "Just simply compel him here and there as he works to break through it, that hatred in his heart too much to be worked around indefinitely. Snap his neck to incapacitate while I get you to safety and away from his murderous intentions because make no mistake he wanted you dead."

"Yes. Over and over and over until it finally got through his head that it wasn't freaking worth it and he finally just went off to live out his life somewhere," she replied, glaring at him, her hands at her sides now and clenched tightly.

Klaus shook his head at her need to think the best, to look for the optimistic outcome. "He never would have," Klaus told her and she started to protest that. "He would have gone for your mother as he said to hurt you, which in turn would have pained me. Your mother, Caroline."

The wind seemed to seep out of her sails at that, shoulders slumping as another sob wracked through her body. "I will not apologize or regret keeping you safe," Klaus continued, taking a step toward her, hands moving to run up and down her arms when she didn't move away from him.

"We have to bury him properly. He deserves that much," she finally got out after a few moments and Klaus knew then that there would be no flip switching.

He didn't particularly care to dig a grave for the boy in the hard earth, but if it would help Caroline be able to deal with what had just happened, he'd dig a thousand graves. And then they would continue on and deal with Silas.

It had been easy enough to ditch Tyler and his lot as soon as they'd stepped onto the island. The hybrid was too hell-bent on getting Caroline back—something that Katherine considered to be futile. The girl had looked entirely too comfortable in Klaus' presence, hadn't even bothered to make a show of moving away from him when her supposed boyfriend had spotted them on the other boat. That coupled with what she'd learned from Rebekah and Stefan when she'd been in their company had Katherine convinced that Klaus had managed to get under the baby vampire's skin, and if Klaus had Caroline there was no way in hell he'd be letting her go.

She was not going to die with that lot.

Though moving about the island trying to keep away from the other groups was proving to be not only difficult but rather annoying. She'd seen Bonnie's suspicious gaze when she'd spotted her on the deck of that boat. Even if she could play up the Elena angle for a little bit longer, Katherine didn't want to get shoehorned with them, tied to whatever hair brained scheme they were trying to do. She wanted to zip in, grab the supposed cure to use as leverage, and get the hell off the island. Probably utilizing Tyler's boat. Might as well get a little more use out of the boy.

If she could manage to take Caroline along with her then it'd be a cause for celebration, the perfect leverage to use, but she wasn't enacting that bit of her plan until she had an actual secured way of escape. Just the idea of using Tyler's boat wasn't foolproof enough for her to make such a risky move.

She stopped moving when she heard the crunching of the underbrush in the distance and heard the sound of voices nearing her. Katherine inched back, trying to hide herself from view. The fact that it was Kol and Elijah with the witches and Hunter made that an uneasy task, but she tried to blend in, ready to play the part of a lost Elena if need be.

"You actually worked with witches who knew about the Brotherhood?" Bonnie asked as they drew nearer, and Katherine pursed her lips at that, trying to remember what that bit even meant. There had been so many different threads put into play that keeping up with them all took a moment.

"Not so much worked for them as learned a bit from them," Vaughn replied, cutting through the underbrush as they continued on through the forest. He stopped abruptly; gaze moving across the area in front of him, and Katherine froze when he stopped for a split second on where she was before continuing on.

She thought for a moment that he hadn't noticed her but that glimpse of hope was quickly blotted out of existence by Kol flashing up behind her and lifting her up by the back of her shirt for everyone to see. "So now is this one Elena or Katherine? How do we tell?" His fangs descended. "Does their blood taste different?"

"Kol." Elijah's voice was hard and unrelenting.

"What were you for Caroline's ninth birthday party?" Bonnie demanded, and Katherine wanted nothing more than to wring the witch's neck.

"I'm Katherine," she muttered, knowing there would be no use in trying to answer the question. Like she'd taken the time to learn the intricacies of Elena's friends birthday plans as children. "Now that we've established that you can put me down."

"I dunno," Kol replied, his tone entirely too mirthful for her liking. "I could get on Nik's good side for at least an hour by handing you over for him to torture as he pleases."

Katherine couldn't help the pleading look she directed at Elijah. "Why are you here, Katerina?" he demanded, still stoic as ever but she saw the flash of pain in his eyes as he regarded her. The use of her human name was another sign that he wasn't as detached as he wanted to be either.

She wasn't going to answer that question, didn't want to give Kol more of a reason to hand her over to his twisted brother. "For her own gain, why else would she be here?" Bonnie muttered, and Katherine turned her attention to Lucy.

Lucy who'd been a friend and then had walked away from her, but perhaps that almost friendship would prevail a little. "Don't look at me," the older witch told her with a shrug. "My service to you is beyond done."

"We don't have time for this," Bonnie continued, more irritable than Katherine had ever seen her. Not good.

"I can solve that problem rather easily," Kol pointed out, hand coming around to her chest and fingers biting into her flesh. "Little heart rip and she'll be down for the count. Permanently."

She looked toward Elijah for help one more time. "I won't ask again, Katerina. Why are you here?"

"My freedom," she hissed through the pain. Most didn't take their time when breaking through the chest but Kol was enjoying going slow, making the pain last.

"You'll actually get that if we do this my way," Kol replied and she glared at that, hating that he was right. Freedom from Klaus probably would only come when she died.

"I'll deal with her," Elijah stated and Kol tsked, shaking his head, even as a surge of hope seemed to light through Katherine at that statement.

"If she ruins anything it's on your head, Elijah," Bonnie told him as Kol released his hold on Katherine and headed over to continue on with the rest of the group.

Katherine stared at the elder Original for a long moment as the others left, continuing on their trek to find where Silas rested. "And how were you going to get your freedom?" Elijah asked, and she tensed at the hardness of his voice, the resignedness in his shoulders as he clasped his hands behind his back as he regarded her. "By taking something to use against Klaus? To bargain for your life with someone else's existence?"

She wanted to lie, wanted to tell him no, to think up something that wouldn't disappoint him in that moment, but somehow she knew he wouldn't give her time to do so. "Yes."

Elijah simply nodded before stepping forward, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders. She grew tenser at the contact, but his lips pressed against her forehead and she felt herself relax a little at the touch, guard slipping for a moment. "Goodbye, my Katerina," he murmured, hands coming to her neck and twisting in one swift motion before her entire world went black.

Everything in the last seventy-five years had been leading up to this moment for Valerie. She'd sacrificed countless people, including her own daughter, to get the power she knew that she deserved. Killing these last few followers had been nothing but another task, their cries and pleas ignored as she allowed their deaths to bolster her power just that bit more.

They had honestly believed that they would be riding the high with her, that she would allow them all to have a slice of what was to be hers, and while she'd purposefully cultivated that belief she still couldn't quite understand how they'd thought she wouldn't kill them all in the end. Especially when they had all seen how easily she'd gotten rid of the others along the way. If the betrayal in Nandi's eyes hadn't been able to move her to spare draining bits of her daughter's life to extend her own every year then how could the same look in stranger's eyes garner any kind of sympathy from her?

The barrier spell was in place. She knew the others were on the island. Some actively seeking to stop Silas' rise, others who were mere pawns in the game and didn't quite know what was truly happening. They couldn't interfere now or everything she had done, every sacrifice she had made would be for nothing. The two Bennett witches would no doubt be able to break down the barrier spell once they found it, but Valerie was confident that she would finish her tasks long before those two ever arrived at the location.

Leaving the Hunter on the other side of the barrier, having him work to hunt down the other groups and be away from the slaughter that she'd just orchestrated would hopefully also give her some added time.

The large stone in front of the intricate tomb was easy enough to cast aside and Valerie grabbed the one still barely alive member, dragging her into the darkened interior. The torches that were hung up sparked to life as they passed, the poor girl still pleading for her life, as they descended into the heart of the tomb. Carvings and paintings adorned the walls, no doubt telling the story of Qestiyah and Silas, but she paid little attention to them, following the pathway that Silas had set out in her mind.

In the heart of the tomb was a large ornate slab with what looked like a mummified corpse on top of it. Fear gripped Valerie's heart as she looked at it, wondering if she had been too late. How was she supposed to bring him back from this state with merely the girl and her amplified powers?

Silas' voice twisted inside of her like a dark caress, one that soothed her fears and had her pulling the girl forward. Valerie couldn't even remember her name or where she'd picked this one up from. It didn't matter, she was about to complete her purpose and die like the rest of them had. "You should feel happy," Valerie cooed, drawing the knife out from its case, ignoring the terror that seemed to grow, her grip tightening around the girl. "You'll be the one to awaken him."

She pulled the girl up to the body's head and didn't hesitate, slicing into the girl's neck and letting the blood begin to spill. Nothing happened for a few moments, but once the blood finally started to move down it's throat, its eyes opened as well. A crunching sound followed, echoing throughout the room, and Valerie watched as the body's arm moved, gripping the girl tightly and keeping her in place as he sucked her dry.

His skin began to get life back into it, no longer dry and almost flaking, but now growing to look more like her own. Valerie knelt down, head bowed slightly as he continued to heal, murmuring a healing spell to speed up the process some. The press of a hand against her shoulder startled her and she nearly jumped back, but the hand kept her steadied.

It was Silas, just as he was in her dreams. Dark hair and even darker eyes. "You have done well, Valerie," he told her, though she couldn't be certain if it was in her head or out loud this time, the two seamlessly blending together. "And now you will get your just rewards for all that you have done for me."

Valerie smiled, filling with pride that her endless quest was finally over, that now she would be bestowed all of the power that was rightfully hers. Everything had been worth it in the end. Perhaps she could even get Nandi back now and have the girl see reason.

Her smile faded quickly though as she realized that Silas was speaking in a language she didn't understand. It wasn't just that which sparked her worry, it was the tension she felt curling inside of her, the loss of all of the power she had gained, as if it was being drained from her. She tried to fight it, to pull away from him, but Silas kept a tight hold on her, keeping her in a kneeling position. Her body began to hurt and it felt as if every part of her was drying up, tightening, and she looked down in horror as her skin began to dry out, coming to look like he had only moments before.

She tried to speak, tried to counter spell whatever he was doing, but nothing would come out, her words dying like ash in her mouth. There was some movement above though, someone walking into the barrier spell she had put up. She had barely felt it, every bit of magic she had being drained from her. "It seems the others will be here to play their part soon enough," Silas murmured, and she despised his voice, the same one that had gotten her through countless nights, urging her on to do his bidding.

It seemed he could still read her thoughts as he smiled down at her. "Qestiyah's greatest folly was her need for love. So easy to exploit to get what I needed," he continued. "Just as yours was your thirst for power. You cannot deny that I gave it to you. That I allowed you to be more powerful than you ever would have been without my tutelage."

But it was obvious now that it had never been hers to keep. He had merely needed it and she had been the tool by which he had gathered it up and gotten it close enough for him to use. She had been such a fool.

Nandi.

"Do not worry. You will see her again soon." Any hope that she would be able to escape from the situation with her life died with those words.

"Thank you for your service," was the last thing she heard before he took the very last of her, leaving her body nothing more than a shell, her spirit bound for the Other Side.

Valerie tried to latch onto her body, to keep herself on the plane of the living, but it was a useless task. The Other Side pulled at her, forcing her onto its plane, and all of the power she had been privy to was gone, leaving her weak. Nandi was there to greet her, along with the hundreds of others she had used to gain power, and Valerie knew from the hatred she could see in them that her eternity was going to mirror the hell she had put all of them through.

Traipsing across the island was about the very last thing that Rebekah wanted to be doing. Her entire reason for even wanting to be there had crumbled into dust once she realized how insane an idea becoming human had been. Of course, she didn't want Silas to rise and bring back her parents or the countless others on the Other Side who would want her siblings dead, but knowing that the cure was supposedly on this island with the immortal was hard to deal with.

Her fantasy was still there in the back of her mind. She still longed for the idea in some ways even if she knew it was a foolish one that she'd never truly be able to have. Not to mention she wasn't certain that Stefan had given up on it just yet. No doubt it was still whirling around in his head, a beautiful dream that he could almost taste, and maybe it would be different for him. He hadn't been a vampire as long as she had and it was probably more difficult to give up on the chance to go back to human if he could even vaguely remember what it had been like.

She couldn't, not really. Her glimpses of memories were entirely too altered by the centuries and none of it would ever be the same without her family at her side. And Rebekah was no fool. They would not be. Why would they want to stick around to watch her grow old and die? Not that she'd ever have been able to truly do that, to leave them behind. She couldn't even walk away from them for good now. Even when she was furious with Klaus she'd stuck in the same town with him, been back at his side after another dagger in her heart. It was a cycle that would never end, even if there was an added addition of Caroline at his side. It might alter a little bit, but the basics would forever be there for all of them.

Kol would flounce off to do his own thing every so often, coming back into the fold to cause trouble. Elijah would try to fix things while breaking them more often than actually repairing anything. Klaus would seek out power and loyalty, forever ignoring the fact that he had it from the lot of them. And she would look for love outside of her family. Maybe this time with Caroline in toe, Klaus wouldn't be so quick to kill her lovers. Perhaps having the cheerleader around wouldn't be such an awful thing.

"The barrier surrounds the entire area," Stefan started, breaking Rebekah from her thoughts. "And there's a tomb in there. Couldn't see it from the other side."

She peered through the parting trees, spotting the ancient burial site, and knew that the two of them had found the location. "Rebekah," he continued, and she steeled herself for Stefan to bring up the cure, to try and get her back on board with finding it, using it. "You were right. We're all too damned to ever go back."

She rolled her eyes at that. Stefan Salvatore was much more fun when he wasn't stuck in this depressing mood. "I happen to be right most of the time," she replied before echoing off the call that her brother's would know.

They would get the others to their location and then hopefully Bonnie and Lucy would be able to break down the barrier so they could get inside. She hoped the barrier was a leftover spell from when Qestiyah had placed Silas inside of the building because otherwise that meant someone had gotten there before them. Rebekah doubted it was Tyler and his lot, which meant it would most likely be some members of the Silas cult and that was the last thing they needed to deal with on top of everything else.

Stefan shoved her and she was ready to rip his head off for the move when a wooden stake just missed piercing her skin. She looked over, spotting a man near the tree line, ready to throw more weapons at the two of them. None of them would end up killing her but Stefan was a far more vulnerable target.

"Hunter," Stefan continued, and she spotted the beginnings of the map etched into the man's hand and up what they could see of his arm.

"Didn't you get the memo?" Rebekah inquired, catching the next stake thrown her way. She hissed, realizing it had been soaked in vervain. "We're on your side."

The man didn't reply, simply continued trying to hurt them, to take them down, and she caught the next one, gritting her teeth at the pain before she threw it back at him, impaling his hand. The man dropped to the ground in obvious pain. "I do not have time for this," she started, slamming him down into the ground and making the stake dig into the dirt.

Rebekah took another stake slamming it into the man's other hand and down into the ground, effectively incapacitating him. She knocked him out for good measure. "Why am I not surprised to see that you two so have the same method for dealing with Hunters?"

Was that Caroline?

Rebekah pushed herself up and spotted the girl standing near Stefan and her brother. Klaus simply smirked at her in approval of her methods. "About time someone got here. Don't tell me? Make out session in the forest held you up?"

Klaus and Caroline's demeanors both shifted dramatically and Rebekah knew she'd said the wrong thing. Thankfully Kol and the others appeared at that time, saving her from whatever dramatic response Klaus might have doled out. "Looks like we all had a bit of fun," Kol remarked, pushing at the unconscious man with his foot. "Katherine is somewhere on this island."

Oh joy. Having that one running around was like waiting to get a stake in the back.

"Dead I hope," Klaus replied, and Kol shrugged, nodding over to Elijah who had just arrived.

"You'll have to ask our dear brother. He wanted to deal with her on his lonesome," Kol told them and Rebekah frowned. Elijah wouldn't have been able to drive a stake through that one's heart. No matter how prudent it would be to do so.

"She is incapacitated," Elijah replied. Of course she was. Rebekah shook her head at her brother. If Katherine caused trouble now, Klaus would probably never forgive him.

"So we have her and Tyler to worry about mucking this up?" Stefan asked, trying to figure out who all they needed to look out for. "And whoever this guy was with because it's not the same one Tyler had on his boat."

Though it was possible that they had simply not seen him. "Tyler won't be an issue," Caroline murmured, unable to look at any of them. Stefan made a step toward her, no doubt ready to ask what she meant, but she shook her head, keeping him in his place.

"This is new magic," Lucy murmured, causing all of them to look over at her. Rebekah watched her hand move over the invisible barrier. "We have bigger issues to worry about. Someone deliberately put this up to give them time. It'll take nearly an hour to break this spell."

"No, it won't," Bonnie replied, and the sky above them darkened, wind swirling about before the barrier that Lucy had been touching disappeared.

Rebekah glanced over at Kol, having only seen such a spike in power once before. Her brother's responding smirk answered all of her questions. She wondered if the witch knew what she had allowed to happen to her. Probably not or she'd never have agreed to it.

"We need to set up an area to do the spell," Bonnie continued as the group walked forward into the forest and toward the stone tomb in the distance.

Once they broke through the tree line and entered into the small rocky valley they were greeted with the sight of bodies strewn about the area. Klaus was barking out orders, getting the items needed for the spell set out and a place set up so they could destroy Silas before he ever had a chance to rise.

A surge of energy swept through the island knocking all of them down and Rebekah had a feeling that they were already too late. The sound of the birds stopped. The wind ceased to move. Everything was deathly calm and a shiver ran down her spine, one that she was certain was heading down everyone else's as well.

A man appeared in the door of the tomb, the energy that seeped off of him, coupled with the ancient garb, alerting them to who he was.

Silas had risen.

"I see that you have all finally made your way here to my island," he started, and Rebekah cringed, hearing him in her head as well as out loud. It shouldn't have been possible because of the spelled rings they wore but it seemed that those had been rendered useless for the moment.

"It is not your island. It was Qestiyah's. She is the one who interred you here to live out your days until you finally died as you deserved," Lucy replied, and Silas's gaze moved to her.

"Or so went her side of the story," he remarked, and another surge of energy was thrown at them, keeping them down as the he stepped forward, blood smearing his mouth.

Bonnie didn't hesitate, already rising, and holding the bones of Qestiyah. She was chanting the spell and the immortal stopped, gaze focused on her and looking ready to strike her down, as Lucy crushed part of the tombstone, sprinkling it around them and causing Silas' expression to twist. "I would not allow them to complete that spell," he continued, looking over at the rest of them. "You see, I have had ample time to consider what would happen once I was awoken. I knew there would be ones like you hell-bent on destroying me."

His gaze locked on Klaus. "I tried to manipulate your hand by taking what you loved so that you would need to help me in order to get them back." The Hybrid stepped in front of Caroline, trying to keep her out of the immortal's eye line. "But then I realized I already have access to a number of people who you would lay down swords for."

He waved his arm, beckoning for someone else to step out of the tomb. A woman that Rebekah didn't know stepped out of it. "You keep on going and don't listen to a word he says," the woman started, before she collapsed to her knees, writhing in pain.

"Grams!" Bonnie shouted, spell momentarily forgotten before Lucy urged her on.

"All people who are on the Other Side and at my disposal. And so I bring you a gift, life renewed," Silas continued, urging another forward, and out stepped Damon Salvatore.

"What?" Stefan lurched forward, obviously wanting to go for his brother, the shock written all over him at the news that Damon was dead.

Silas seemed to falter a little as the spell hit him, Sheila Bennett and Damon twisting in pain, their cries echoing throughout the island. "If you kill me, then they too will die. But they will not return to the Other Side. They will simply cease to exist and you will never be able to get them back."

"Don't you listen to him, child. We had our time on this earth," Sheila urged, seeing that Bonnie was about to falter again.

"You should have picked better bait to dangle at us," Kol remarked, unimpressed with the display as he handed Bonnie the next item, urging her to continue.

"Meet my last guest. Some of you know him well," Silas replied, and Rebekah's breath caught in her throat as the final one stepped out of the tomb.

"Oh my god," she murmured, hardly believing her eyes.

Perhaps it was a trick of the light. A thousand years could have played with her memory. "If you kill me, then you kill them all over again," Silas continued, knowing he had the upper hand now.

"Henrik," Elijah breathed out, finally saying what the rest of the Mikaelsons had been unable to get out.

"This is a trick," Klaus started, but his voice twisted, nearly breaking at the sight of the youngest of them.

"Elijah? Hva er det som skjer?" the boy asked, looking out at all of them. "Nik? Hvor er mor?" [1]

Pain ripped through him as the spell continued, causing him to fall to his knees and Rebekah cried out at that, stepping forward, wanting to offer him comfort, to save him from meeting the same fate as before. She looked over at her other brothers, seeing that they all had the same thought.

She didn't hesitate, moving to Lucy even as Sheila shouted for her stop. It was such an easy thing to snap the witch's neck, to break the spell, ruining their chances of destroying Silas in that split second.

The sun was blotted out for a moment, darkness sweeping over them all instantaneously, before the sun shone again. Silas was gone, but the others remained, and Rebekah was at Henrik's side in seconds, hugging the boy as tightly as she could.

"You have damned us all," Sheila told her, but Rebekah didn't care, not when she had a living breathing Henrik in her arms.

She'd deal with the consequences later.

They all would.

A/N:

[1]-I went with Norwegian for what they used to speak. It was that or Icelandic. And the way the words are written in Icelandic don't always format correctly.

So Henrik said: Elijah, what's going on? and then Nik? Where is mother?

Also there will be a lot more Klaroline in the next chapter. And a lot of Mikaelson family feels.