A/N: So big huge thanks to the lovely Miranda for betaing this. And a huge thank you to everyone for reading it. We're nearly at the end now and I just want to say thank you so much for sticking around :)

"I think I'll dismember the world and then I'll dance in the wreckage"—Neil Gaiman

Bonnie wasn't surprised that Qestiyah had placed Amara on a magical island just as she'd done with Silas. Why branch out on tricks when the first one had worked out so nicely? Just like with the last one a Bennett witch was needed to locate it or one could stumble across it accidentally, though she wondered how many who had done that had managed to venture back off of it.

This island was different than the other. While that one had been covered in trees and vegetation similar to the other Greek isles surrounding it, this one was a slab of jagged rocks. It was meant to look uninviting, almost as if it was a deterrent against the treasure that could be found further inland. Thankfully they hadn't met any other sort of obstacles on their way to the tomb. Nothing popped out at them, no one slivered over from the Other Side to try and hinder their advancement.

Bonnie wasn't sure what to make of that, her senses on high alert and she could see from the others' stances that they were also feeling uneasy with the ease of their journey. Maybe there had been no further hurdles because for all intents and purposes Amara was supposed to be dead. There should be no reason for anyone to be seeking the girl out. Even if Silas did rise, Qestiyah had known that the man believed his beloved was dead. That knowledge didn't quite soothe the worry that seeped into her bones.

"Bonnie and I will head down there and do what needs to be done," Sheila started and Bonnie sighed at that, knowing her grandmother's words were going to start an argument.

"You are severely mistaken if you think we're going to allow you to kill her when Nik hasn't contacted us yet about Caroline," Rebekah replied, flashing to stand in front of the tomb's door. "You're not setting foot anywhere in that chamber and if you so much as look at her with any ill intentions I'll rip off your head. I promised my brother and I will not be breaking that one."

"We have a chance to stop others from coming from the Other Side and destroying this world. We should take that opportunity," Sheila protested, glancing over at Bonnie for agreement.

"If there's a chance to save Caroline then I'm taking it, Grams," Bonnie murmured, knowing it wasn't what the other woman wanted to hear. She could practically feel the woman's disappointment at her words even though they were feet away from one another.

But Bonnie knew that Sheila would be dying any day now because she wouldn't allow her link to be severed from Silas. She had already lost her mother. Her father either had no clue what was happening or refused to acknowledge it. Practically every person of her bloodline was dead. Everyone else from Mystic Falls was gone—Jeremy, Matt, Elena. Maybe the Salvatore brothers were still alive out there trying to get Elena back but if she was honest with herself she'd be fine never seeing either of them again.

Caroline was all she had left and she wouldn't lose her too. Not if she had a means to keep her alive long enough for Klaus to rescue her. Maybe waiting would cause a little more chaos in the world but just this once she was going to be selfish and maybe that made her a horrible witch. She thought it might make her out to be a pretty good friend though and Bonnie thought that was the more important of the two. Especially because of how Kol had manipulated her magic. Maybe she wasn't bound to the Spirits any longer but she could feel the tether that tied her to him and once this was all over and Silas dead, she would sever that.

"Glad to see that one of you makes sense," Rebekah murmured approvingly. Bonnie wished she hadn't. The last thing she wanted was approval from a Mikaelson.

"We'll go in and get her, find the cure, and get off this island with her," Bonnie told them, glancing around again. The eerie feeling only seemed to intensify the longer they stayed. Maybe that was part of the magic, a deterrent in its own right, designed to make any who stumbled upon its shores wish to leave as soon as possible.

"Bonnie and I will go in. Rebekah and Henrik can stay out here with you. Make sure you don't try anything stupid," Kol piped in, and Bonnie glared at him. The last person she wanted joining her was Kol. She'd prefer him being a thousand miles away from her at all times. Though she didn't want him left alone with her grandmother either.

At least Henrik would be out there as well because while she didn't trust Rebekah at all, Bonnie did have a feeling the vampire would try hard not to upset the boy. Killing others would no doubt upset him and as long as Sheila didn't try to harm Rebekah or him then there shouldn't be any issues. Not when the Spirits had been for the team up with the Mikaelsons. Though Bonnie also would be surprised if that shifted once the Spirits thought they had ceased being useful.

"Let's just get this over with." She didn't wait for any more discussion to happen, knowing that not everyone liked the plan, and the sooner they started the sooner it would all be over and then she could sever the damn link and be rid of Kol Mikaelson forever.

"If you feel the need for closeness in the deep dark cavern feel free to slink up close to me. I'll gladly hold your curves," Kol told her as he pushed the rock aside that was sealing off the tomb.

Bonnie glared at him as she administered a simple candle lighting spell, the lanterns that run along the walls coming to life. "Try to touch me and I'll light you on fire." It wouldn't kill him but it should still hurt.

The fact he was grinning and that she knew he was grinning only furthered her distaste for him. She really hated how easily he could push all of her buttons. Bonnie almost wanted to be able to do the same to him, but that require learning precisely what they were and she had no intention of spending that kind of time with him.

It didn't take long to find the chamber that held Amara. There were chains around her, most likely there to keep her locked to the stone slab that she was laid out on. Deep gouges were near her hands, as if she'd tried to claw her way off of it, had struggled against the bonds that held her there.

"Found the cure," Kol commented as he opened the box that was placed on an alter just out of the woman's reach. Her head was twisted in the direction that it sat and Bonnie had a feeling she'd stared at it as she'd slowly wasted away. Desiccation must have been a blessing for her.

"These are spelled to hold her down," Bonnie murmured, looking down at the chains, not surprised that Kol was able to mutter something and the bonds simply fell away. He knew so much more than she did, probably more about magic than even her grandmother knew. That was a scary thought…but also a bit tempting and had her wondering what it would be like to learn all of that knowledge from him.

Those thoughts were quickly cast aside though when she heard a soft rasping. It took a moment for her to pinpoint where it was coming from and when she finally did she took a step back in surprise.

Amara's eyes were open, staring up at her. "Et…" the woman started her mouth barely moving.

Kol stepped over to the two of them, arching a brow as he looked down at her. "Well isn't this an interesting turn of events? Guessing you're finished with your beauty sleep, huh?"

Bonnie fell to the floor, gasping in pain as something grabbed hold of her mind, pulling her under. She could vaguely hear Kol saying her name, trying to snap her out of whatever was happening. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to fight it off as well, but it was no use.

"I am not trying to harm you," a voice started, the pain starting to subside.

Bonnie looked up, trying to figure out what had happened. She looked around; noting that she was in the same place but Kol wasn't there and there was no one on the stone slab. Instead a young woman stood behind it with her back to her. Was this Amara? It was hard to tell because the woman on the slab had been too desicated to make out any real features. Now all she saw was the dark brown hair and old Grecian clothes, something Bonnie had only ever seen in the movies.

"I did not know how else to speak to you. My words will not leave my mouth just yet," the woman continued and turned around to see her. The regret and pain in her gaze was alarming. "You are of her bloodline."

"I am." She figured they were speaking of Qestiyah.

"You have her eyes," Amara murmured, moving around the room, touching little things here and there. "Though they do not hold the contempt that hers did."

Bonnie didn't really know how to reply to that, simply watched her move around, trying to ready herself for an attack in case the woman tried anything.

"You are here to break me from this misery?" Amara asked, watching her carefully and nodding toward the box that Kol had opened back in reality.

"Not quite yet but yes, I am," Bonnie replied, trying to see how the other woman reacted to that statement.

"Because of Silas, yes?" she murmured, the heartbreak in the woman's voice at the other Immortal's name catching Bonnie off-guard. She had known the two were lovers but having heard about it and witnessing a brief display of it were two very different things. "He was not always like this. We only wished to be together forever. It was not…"

Amara looked around the tomb and sighed. "I knew our love would hurt Qestiyah but I believed she would move on and find another. I never meant for any of this to have happened. I have seen what he has done. I have seen the terror that he has unleashed"

Bonnie didn't reply to that. No one ever seemed to mean for the horrors of the world to happen but that didn't seem to stop them from occurring. "I watched my parents die. My brothers and sisters. I have watched this world shift and alter through the years. I have seen loves lost and pain increase. I have seen joy and I've seen despair," Amara continued, moving to sit on the slab.

She stared at the unopened box. "Nothing I know is the same and I am so very tired. All I want is peace."

Should she believe that? Bonnie wasn't certain that she should. Maybe this was all part of an elaborate plan to reunite with her lost love. The woman hadn't seemed to care much about Qestiyah's feelings when everything had been in the planning stages. Though wanting to run off with a lover and become immortal was definitely different than what had transpired. Was it truly evil to want to be loved and be able to love someone in return? Perhaps they had simply gone about it wrong and it had all blown up in their faces, but she didn't quite want to trust the woman just yet.

"We'll give you peace," Bonnie finally replied, and the pain was back in her head as she was ripped from the dream world Amara had created and safely back in reality.

Kol looked murderous, ready to shove the cure down Amara's throat, but Bonnie shook her head. "I'm okay," she murmured, trying to reassure. The other woman didn't have the strength to move and unlike Silas who had been able to gather energy from witches Bonnie didn't think this one had a clue how to do that. Otherwise she would have latched onto the two of them as soon as the chains were off.

"Et interfice me," Amara rasped out and Kol looked back at her, smiling maliciously. [1]

"Oh don't worry. We will be," he promised and handed Bonnie the cure before lifting Amara off the table. Her body seemed to crack at the movement, not having shifted in over two thousand years, but he had no issues moving her and headed toward the stairs.

Bonnie let him go, looking around the chamber that her ancestor had forced Amara into, at the chains that she'd held the woman down with, the constant torment of never being able to die or do a thing. This was all she had seen for however long it had taken for her insides to stop working, for her skin and bones to petrify. This had been Amara's hell for two thousand years all.

Bonnie shook her head, disgusted at what Qestiyah had done. Maybe it was time for that woman's legacy to end because she didn't think she wanted to have any part in something that caused this much misery over being jilted by a lover.

She headed out of the tomb, trying to ignore her grandmother's disappointment over Qestiyah still living. "Nik called. He has Caroline. He'll meet us at the dock," Rebekah informed her. "And then we can finally end this."

Hopefully it would be that easy but since when was anything they had done ever that simple?

[1]—Kill me

Silas had known as soon as the chaos started that something was off. People didn't simply race toward one building without a specific reason. It had taken him a moment to realize that the terror in their minds had been planted there, that they weren't running from some environmental cause. The addition of the wolves and the smashing of glass in the house had only given credence to his suspicions. It was too late by the time he'd thought to turn around and secure Caroline to him.

She was gone and he was unable to locate her.

He should have figured out what was blocking him from entering her mind instead of playing into her hand about Amara. The doubts she had tried to plant in him had been easy enough to push aside once her incessant prattling had stopped, though they lingered and would no doubt continue to do so until he had his beloved in his arms.

Perhaps Amara wouldn't be fond of all the bloodshed that he had done in order to secure their future but it should be simple enough to avoid her ever finding out. All he would need to do was kill those who had been involved in trying to destroy them. The rest of the world had no idea what was happening and if Silas was able to kill Klaus and his lot then there would be no one left to tell Amara all of the sordid little details.

They would be able to start anew without anyone's interference and live out their forever together. Destroying the Other Side would also happen as he had no intention of letting any of them be able to miraculously return and ruin all of his carefully crafted plans. Two thousand years had helped him come up with a variety of them but in none had he envisioned Amara being alive. That knowledge meant he needed to rework a few things but the outcome would all remain the same.

If only he could find Qestiyah and force her to watch the destruction of all she had created. If only he could destroy her in the ways she had destroyed him by making it look as though his beloved was dead. The utter devastation of those moments when he'd come upon pieces of who he had believed to be Amara, when he had endured Qestiyah's gloating over her death before she'd bound and locked him away. He wanted her to endure the pain of slowly being petrified, of the constant awareness of the world around him that he'd been unable to interact with aside from those foolish enough to falter onto his island.

But if it meant losing Amara then perhaps he could settle for only destroying the Other Side.

Trying to locate Caroline would do him no good. Her presence was being shielded from witches. Besides he had other means to track down the lot of them before they found Amara.

Silas knew that would be their destination, they would head to wherever Qestiyah had decided to lock her up. Caroline would head that way as well as would Klaus, who was most likely one of the wolves who had helped with the attack. He'd only managed to kill a few of those creatures but every human that had been involved lay dead at his feet.

Causing embolisms in their brains had taken a lot of his energy and he could practically feel the weariness in his bones. The energy he'd succeeded in siphoning from the last few witches was nearly depleted and the last thing he wanted to do was face off against the others without being at his peak strength. Not with Amara's life hanging in the balance.

So first he would seek out some more witches and feed from them, taking all that they had to offer and rebuild his strength. He knew there were more in the area. Ones who were loyal to him and misguided in their beliefs that he would bring about power for them. It was the same tale spun over the centuries, one he'd deliberately set out with one of the witches who had accidentally landed on his island. Spinning lies in that one's head had been easy enough. She had been seeking dark magic and had left to spread the lies he had told her and helped create the first of his following.

That cult had been all but wiped out by one of the Mikaelson siblings but the lies had continued to spread, tempting those who sought more power than they should ever have had.

He would find the witches and drain them dry. Then he would utilize the link he still had with Sheila Bennett to locate the others. Damon and Henrik's links seemed to have been broken, no doubt undone by the younger Bennett witch or another witch with enough skill, and while that was disappointing all he needed was one. Silas had a feeling that Sheila hadn't allowed her link to be destroyed, believing that balance needed to remain and she needed to die again. The elder Bennett should still be with the others and he would happily use their connection to bring about all of their downfall. He doubted that they even realized just yet that he was able to track them using that link.

But they would come to understand that when he killed all of them. When he forced the Mikaelsons to watch their youngest brother's throat be torn open by wolves all over again before he drove that precious stake into their hearts. Or when he drained Bonnie Bennett dry in front of her grandmother to further destroy Qestiyah's legacy and make a mockery of Sheila's moral stance. Though Silas mostly looked forward to bringing the Hybrid down to his knees as he tore Caroline Forbes to pieces in front of him before killing him as well.

And then he would wake Amara and they would rule the world.

Together.

Forever.

There would be no reprieve for anyone who dared to get in Klaus' way with what needed to be done. If either Bennett witch dared to try and stop what he intended to do he would simply remove their heads and deal with the consequences later. Too much was at stake for allowing discussion on any matter. They had lost too much and he would do everything in his power to rescue Elijah from oblivion, whether the two witches wanted to help or not. His brother was not allowed to sacrifice himself for the rest of them. He wouldn't allow it.

From the way Caroline continuously touched his arm and the glances she kept on doing he knew that she was worried. That his silent state since gathering her up and flashing them off to find a phone he could use to contact Rebekah had her wondering what was going on in his head. Klaus had no intention of revealing the dark nature of his thoughts, had a feeling that the depth of their depravity might have her start running for the hills and he wasn't about to allow her out of his sight.

The others were heading off the boat and Klaus made sure each of his siblings looked okay, that they were all unharmed before his gaze fixed on the almost stone like person that Kol was carrying toward them. "Henrik," Klaus started, holding out his hand to his youngest brother.

He had entrusted the cure to the boy back at the small cafe in secret, hadn't wanted Sheila Bennett to know which of them was carrying it, and while the witch would no doubt strike him or Caroline down to get what she needed, he had a feeling she might hesitate against an innocent. Despite all his family had done over the centuries Henrik still fell into that category.

The boy handed over the small vial, smiling brightly at him and at Caroline. Klaus watched the boy step over to her, enveloping her in a hug that took a moment for Caroline to respond to. "Jeg er glad du er alirght. Han ville ikke ha gjort det uten deg [1]," the boy murmured, and Klaus frowned at that statement, despising how true it was. There was little he could do to stop Caroline from being any kind of weakness for him though. He would not part with her but he also couldn't lock her away for safe keeping. He had to come to terms with the fact that his heart would always be so easily exposed but it was a far better future than the one steeped in loneliness and betrayal that he knew would greet him without her presence.

He had meant all of it when he had told Stefan that the two of them memorialized their dead. Gathering the letters and the names had been that constant reminder that they were alone and always would be. But there would be no more gathering of letters, no more daggering his siblings and carting them around so they couldn't leave him.

Now was a time to start fresh or as fresh as an immortal Hybrid could after a thousand years of habit.

"I take it that's the girl?" Klaus watched Kol set the body down on one of the benches.

The dock was seldom used but Klaus had compelled the few people who were hanging around to ignore anything that might happen. "She wants to die," Bonnie started and Klaus arched a brow at that, not particularly caring if the woman wanted to or not. She would die.

Klaus was at the bench in a flash, shoving the cure down the woman's throat. She wasn't a witch, wouldn't be supernatural in any way once the cure worked its magic, and he meant to capitalize on that as soon as possible. Silas would be tracking them and it was only a matter of time before he found them all. They needed a failsafe and he meant to use the woman in front of them for that purpose.

Amara's body quickly shed the petrified state, her skin turning back to its original tone, black hair nearly touching the ground. "Sas ef̱charistó̱ [2]," the woman started and Klaus pressed her down onto the bench when she moved to sit up, his hand digging into her chest.

The others were screaming, yelling some nonsense about him not killing her. Oh, he wasn't about to do that but he did want her to feel pain while he did his next step. He wanted to smell the fear pour off of her as he stared into her eyes. Her language was one he knew and his lips curved into a malevolent smile as she cried out as his nails dug a little deeper.

Rebekah was on his arms, trying to pry him off of her. Klaus could hear Henrik crying in the background, heard Caroline's voice trying to reassure the boy. The witches were yelling at him, but Klaus could hear Kol countering whatever spell they were trying to use to remove him. At least one of them seemed to trust what he was doing. Or perhaps Kol just wanted to have a little bit of fun.

"You are going to go to Silas when he comes. You will tell him how much you have missed him, how much you love him, that you cannot wait to start your life together now that you are finally free of Qestiyah," Klaus compelled, watching Amara's eyes glaze over at his words. "And once you are close enough you will jam the cure down his throat. Once he's swallowed it, you'll shove a lovely little dagger into your heart and let him know that everything you had said before was alie and that you hope he rots."

Tears streamed down the girl's face as she repeated the compulsion back to him. "Oh, and no using the dagger on anyone but Silas," Klaus added, and Rebekah's grip had loosened and she'd shifted back to speak to Henrik as well. Kol handed him the other vial and Klaus tucked it into the girl's hand.

"I do so love when you play dirty," Kol remarked, winking at Klaus who released the girl, turning his attention to the two Bennett witches. Kol handed over a small dagger, instructing her where to keep it.

"I have a task for the two of you," Klaus started, unsurprised that the two of them bristled at the idea of helping him after what he'd done. "Was she not to be cured and killed anyway? All I did was put a little fear into her. Barely even a scratch on her."

"What do you want?" Bonnie snapped, glaring at him much like she had any other time he'd needed her help. She never liked doing the tasks he set out but she always did them. Perhaps he wouldn't need to threaten people that she cared for this time.

"I want you to locate Elijah's presence on the Other Side and pull him here before Amara's death," Klaus replied, and of course Sheila was shaking her head at the idea. He stepped forward before she could speak, wanting nothing more than to crush the older woman's windpipe and be done with her. "It's not a request. I'm sure Bonnie can fill you in on the usual counter offers I have in my pocket. Not many Bennetts left running around. Be a tragedy if I dedicated the next ten years to their complete eradication."

"Klaus!" Caroline protested, but he ignored her, staring down the younger one and knowing she would cave. Bonnie Bennett was always looking out for the others more than herself.

"Feel free to locate Elena as well and bring her along for the ride," Klaus added, knowing that piece would be hard to turn down.

"It's fine, Caroline," Bonnie murmured before looking over at Kol. "But I'll need help that my Grams can't provide."

"Oh goodie. I've been looking for a way to show off what I can do," Kol replied, clapping a hand against Amara's back. The young woman shook at the contact, watching them all with wide eyes, practically shaking with every breath she took.

"What did you compel her to do?" Caroline asked Klaus as Kol headed toward Bonnie, looking entirely too eager to do any spell work. At least his brother had been successful with that particular linking. Hopefully he had been just as successful at unlinking Henrik from Silas.

"To be our very own Trojan horse." He thought it was quite the brilliant idea. Silas would succeed in obtaining Amara, would no doubt be ecstatic to be reunited with the girl, and Klaus wanted nothing more than to watch it all end in tragedy. Having the girl kill herself in front of Silas seemed like a rather fitting punishment for all the Immortal had done to them. "But not until we've found Elijah and returned him here."

"I think you will find that you have much more urgent matters to deal with," Sheila remarked, nodding toward the end of the pier.

Klaus turned, grimacing at the sight of a large group of people. They smelled like werewolf to him. He spotted Ray, his first failed hybrid, in the group and Klaus had a feeling the others were also ones he'd tried turning before he learned of needing the doppelganger's blood. Probably wanted to try their hands at revenge. There weren't more than fifteen of them and that should be easy enough to take care of. After all he'd taken care of twelve hybrids without breaking a sweat; werewolves would hardly be a problem,

Unfortunately Silas walked through the group before he could even make a move, looking more than ready to destroy Klaus and the others. "I am here for Amara. Once I have her feel free to rip each and every single one of them apart," the Immortal informed the others and Klaus could feel the spike of fear that traveled through Caroline, and the Bennetts.

Kol and Rebekah were already in front of Henrik, ready to try and protect him. Klaus shifted so that Caroline was out of the madman's line of sight as well. "None of this had to happen," Silas continued, staring at Klaus. "If you had not tried to stop me I doubt I would have cared at all about your existence."

"Still would have needed to deal with our parents running around," Kol pointed out, and Klaus pressed his lips together at that reminder. His parents who were now being kept on the Other Side because of Elijah.

Silas wasn't listening to them though, beckoning Amara to his side instead. "Try to detain her and I will make you watch as I tear your siblings and Caroline apart," Silas warned.

It was all happening too fast, but there was no stopping the girl from moving forward. There would be no time to locate Elijah, to bring him back to the living. He would be gone from them forever if Amara was able to carry out her compulsion.

Part of Klaus wanted to shout for her to stop, to delay the inevitable, but there might not be another opportunity to take Silas down. They could not allow him to remain and every moment that the Other Side continued to break meant the chances of more people coming back to haunt them. It meant that the likelihood of losing Henrik and his other siblings, of losing Caroline, increased, and he could not allow that to happen.

Elijah's sacrifice was not allowed to be in vain.

It would not be forgotten.

I am sorry, brother.

He would ensure that no more of his siblings would meet the same end.

Klaus kept his gaze locked on the scene before them, watching Silas embrace the young woman. "Agapi̱méni̱ mou," Amara murmured, reaching up to stroke Silas' cheek. [3]

It was almost a heartwarming moment, the reunion between two lovers who had been parted for centuries. The look in Silas' eyes as he gazed at the girl reminded Klaus of the way he looked at Caroline and perhaps that should have brought about some pity in him, but it only seemed to increase his anticipation for all Silas' world to come tumbling down.

The love in the Immortal's eyes was quickly shaken as Amara shoved the cure down his throat. Silas' scream, the retching that he tried to do to stop himself from swallowing it, would echo in Klaus' mind like a sweet symphony for years to come, one he would happily replay as he remembered the Immortal's downfall. The betrayal that he saw there would be something that he would paint over and over until he captured its perfection.

But it was the utter despair as Amara plunged the knife into her chest, that look of realization as Klaus flashed in front of Silas before he could catch his beloved from hitting the ground. Klaus didn't hesitate, didn't say anything of importance, no taunts, nothing. He simply shoved his hand through the man's chest and ripped out his mortal heart, letting his body slump to the ground beside Amara's. The last thing they needed was for Silas to have an opportunity to use magic against them.

It didn't quite have the fan-fair that he'd have preferred but it got the job done. There was a scream from behind him and Klaus nearly turned before it registered that it was only Bonnie's voice that he heard. The sobbing murmurs for her grandmother only cemented that he didn't need to bother with what was happening back there. It seemed the woman had been foolish enough not to bother with being unlinked. She'd chosen her fate, no use in crying over it.

"Who wants to go next?" Klaus asked, looking over at the werewolves who remained on the opposite end of the pier, watching him with wide eyes. "It took me not even five minutes to dispatch of twelve hybrids that had considerably more strength than the lot of you combined. What hope do you think any of you have?"

They looked ready to run and he almost let them, but the idea of having to deal with another lingering threat didn't appeal to Klaus. Considering Rebekah and Kol stepped forward seconds after he'd finished asking his question, Klaus had a feeling the idea didn't sit well with them either.

Blood stained their clothing and bodies by the time they were finished, body parts strewn across the dock. Klaus turned back, watching Caroline try to soothe a crying Bonnie who cradled her grandmother's body. Henrik couldn't quite look at his siblings and Klaus noted how the boy shifted closer to Caroline as they headed back to them.

"Now what?" Rebekah asked, moving to sit beside Henrik. Thankfully he didn't flinch away from her touch and after a deep breath he even looked up at her.

"Du trenger et bad," Henrik told her, causing Kol to laugh and Rebekah to ruffle his hair. [4]

"Kol and Rebekah get Amara and Silas' bodies onto the boat," Klaus instructed. He wouldn't be satisfied with their deaths until they were nothing but ash scattered in the wind.

He had a feeling that Bonnie wouldn't leave without her grandmother's body and that Caroline would refuse to leave without her friend. So Klaus simply picked the woman up, intending to bring her to the boat as well, but Bonnie's magic lashed out at him, causing him to drop Sheila's body to the ground. "Don't you touch her," the witch warned, her voice colder than he had ever heard it and the look she gave him was so full of hate that he readied himself to kill her on the spot.

"Bonnie," Caroline started, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder and Klaus stilled at the movement, hoping the witch wasn't too far gone in her grief to lash out at her friend, ready to stop her if she made one wrong move toward Caroline.

The witch's shoulders sagged, the magic that was keeping him in place faltering as Bonnie leaned against Caroline. She sobbed against her shoulder, holding tightly onto her friend. "I wanted her to live."

"She didn't want to, Bonnie," Caroline murmured, gently stroking her friend's hair. "Come on, let's get on the boat. Klaus will bring her and you can bury her however you want."

"No." She pulled back from Caroline, still glaring daggers at him as she turned. Bonnie raised her hand and her grandmother's body levitated into the air. "I'll carry her. She wouldn't want him handling her. The least I can do is respect that."

"Okay, let's get on the boat then," Caroline continued, nodding toward the one Kol and Rebekah were heading to with the other bodies. She glanced over at Klaus and he stilled waiting for disapproval of some kind, unable to help being startled by her reassuring smile.

In a thousand years no one ever smiled at him quite like Caroline did and he coveted each and every one of them. "We did not save Elijah," Henrik murmured as he moved to stand beside him, his younger brother's words cutting deeply. "But I am pleased that you saved her. She is much better than Tatia. I am glad you finally found her." He paused, looking Klaus over before continuing. "And you need a bath as well."

Henrik grinned at him before heading to the boat as well, leaving Klaus staring at his younger brother's back, unsure what to make of the boy's words. There would be time to consider it all later. For now they would figure out what to do after that once the bodies were disposed of and he knew for certain that it was all finally finished, that there were no other surprises waiting in the wings.

[1]-I am glad you are alight. He would not have made it without you.

[2]-Thank you

[3]—My beloved

[4]-You need a bath

It wasn't exactly a funeral pyre but Caroline wasn't sure what else to call the mound of branches and various moss that the three bodies and been placed on. Sheila's body was on her own, more lovingly crafted, and not simply dumped there like the other two had been. She had helped Bonnie position her grandmother so she simply looked as though she was sleeping, listened as Bonnie said a few words for the woman, Henrik standing beside the two of them as well as they bowed their heads to pay a silent respect.

Not even two seconds after their small ceremony ended did Kol ignite the fires beneath each batch, looking entirely too giddy at his ability to use magic. Caroline still wasn't entirely sure how that had come to pass except that he'd used her friend. She hoped that part came to bite him in the ass.

"I told you that I would do my own," Bonnie hissed, turning to glower at him and Caroline knew that Kol's cheeky shrug would not be taken well.

She didn't expect the fury from her friend though and nearly stepped forward to try and calm her down. Henrik's hand on her arm and the quiet shake of his head stopped her progression. She would never be able to repeat the words that Bonnie had muttered—only knew that it was in Latin because of a few words that she recognized. But Kol was on his back in minutes, glaring at her in return.

"There. The link is severed and you'll get no extra strength from me ever again," Bonnie muttered, holding her head up high.

"You let me know when you're ready to reach your true potential, darling," Kol replied, wagging his eyebrows at her.

"You disgust me," Bonnie replied, scoffing at his words.

"Usually starts out that way. But don't forget you're without your precious Spirits guidance now," Kol pointed out. "So when you want to learn what all you can truly do…well, I'll be around."

She wrinkled her nose at that, her expression full of disdain before she looked over at Caroline. "You're going to stay with them, aren't you?"

"I need to find my mom and compel her to remember." But after that…she had meant what she'd said to Klaus all those days back on the other boat. She wanted to see the world and she wanted him to be her guide. That hadn't changed, if anything her need to do that had strengthened.

"And after that?" Bonnie persisted, watching her closely, looking for a tiny inkling of hope that what she thought wasn't true.

"I'm not going back to Mystic Falls." There was little point in heading back there for any of them. "Are you sure you want to do that anyway?"

"My dad is there," Bonnie reminded, but he was hardly tying her to that place and Caroline knew that, arching her brow at her friend's answer. "I think I'll take some time to try and find some witches. Ones who weren't all gaga over Silas." There had to be some more of those, right?

"If you need a travel buddy…" Kol offered, and the two of them glared at him before Bonnie stepped forward to hug Caroline.

"I'm expecting calls once a week so I know I don't need to track down Klaus and kill him for locking you up or something else just as insane to keep you safe," Bonnie murmured to her and Caroline squeezed her a little harder, not quite ready to be separated from her all over again.

"Do you think they were able to find Elena?" she whispered, wondering how Stefan and Damon had faired with that task. Elijah had found Klaus. Maybe Elena had found them.

"If Damon doesn't seek us out to try and murder us for not helping then I'm going with yes, but if he does…" Bonnie sighed, neither option sounding all that great to them. "I kind of hope she didn't, that she didn't have to endure learning all that she did."

Caroline nodded because what else was there to say. From everything they knew Elena had been broken beyond repair so maybe for her death was the better option. Caroline could feel Klaus watching the two from behind, his gaze seeming to follow all of her movements. She had a feeling that he was uncertain that she'd follow through with all she had said before and she couldn't really blame him for that. Not after the chaos that had happened between now and then.

She stepped away from Bonnie, leaving her to watch her grandmother's body and headed over to him. "So what's going to happen now?" she asked as she stopped beside Klaus, turning back toward the others so she could see everyone.

Henrik was animatedly talking to Rebekah and Kol, using words that she didn't understand, but at least they all looked happy. "Kol will stick around for a few weeks, maybe even months before he gets the urge to wander. Rebekah will stay with Henrik; try to dote on him as a mother before she realizes that he needs a sister and not the former. And I suppose what I do next depends on you," Klaus informed her, still looking entirely too guarded for her liking.

"You don't want to stay with Henrik?" Because she didn't believe that for a second. Not after he had finally gotten him back.

That only seemed to cause Klaus' stance to stiffen, no doubt taking that as a way to back out on their plans. "Because like I'm thinking to really learn Italian I'm so going to need to stay there for more than a few months, right? Plus Italy is a pretty big country. Like there's a whole bunch of different places to see and experiences to be had so like…I dunno. We could so see one country and you could still get time with your brother?" She glanced up at him, arching a brow to see what he thought of the idea.

Caroline loved how his defenses seemed to chip away at her words; his genuine smile something she wanted to bring out as often as she could. "We do have forever to see the whole world and I kinda want to savor each and every place. Plus my mom has been there for weeks now and I'm sure she's loving it, so it could help with the whole acclimating back to having her real memories part if she wasn't just uprooted right away."

Of course that part was up to her mother, but considering their conversations before Liz had been compelled, Caroline didn't think her mom wanted to head back to Mystic Falls anytime soon. Especially if she wasn't there. "What do you think?"

"It does seem to work in my favor," Klaus remarked, reaching over to touch her cheek. His thumb caressed it and Caroline didn't think she would ever quite get over the butterflies in her stomach that seemed to come about when he looked at her like that. It was with such amazement, like he couldn't quite believe that she was real.

"You're just lucky it works out in mine too or you'd so have been out of luck," she started, not quite able to finish the sentence as Klaus' lips pressed against hers. It wasn't too hard or too soft, but there was an urgency to it, a promise of things to come, of a future that she could barely imagine.

One that hopefully would be full of less turmoil than the last few months, though she knew there would always be some. Trouble would no doubt follow all of them from time to time, but at least they had made it this far. Silas was dead. The Other Side was gone.

Now it was time to figure out how to carry on.

It would be hard and Caroline had a feeling that the reality of everything would start to sink in soon, that the depth of all they had lost and sacrificed would catch up with them and bring them to their knees. As long as they could figure out a way to get back up again, to live again, then all of the losses wouldn't be in vain.

Not Matt's or Jeremy's.

Not Tyler's or Elena's.

Not Elijah's.

Not Grams and hundreds of others that she couldn't even give name to.

There had to be a better tomorrow or what was the point of all the trials they had faced? She had to believe in better or the weight of everything that had happened would drag her down and Caroline Forbes refused to let the darkness overwhelm her.