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It must be a punishment for her to watch this bloodshed, Caroline thought while glaring at Klaus and Stefan who were torturing that wolf man- what she understood from their conversation - to get some information regarding the wolf pack. The whole mess churned up her stomach. Every single human in that bar were compelled by Stefan. So, they were nothing but robots.

Klaus was mad at her, for what she said last night and she knew he was taking it out on that poor wolf soul.

She had to care?

Sadly, she couldn't.

Once again, her thoughts drifted back to her desire to find a witch and undo this stupid bond between her and lunatic Hybrid. And if possible she wanted to stab him in gut.

"See you back at the hotel." Klaus fetched her to the land of living. His eyes were already dark, as if he was burning with rage. She could feel it.

"I thought, you will carry me like a lapdog." A sarcastic Caroline could worsen her situation.

Klaus turned on heel, tried to intimidate her. "The place where I go isn't safe for you." From the corner of her eye, she saw Stefan picking up Ray's unconscious body off the table. "Moreover your anger is overwhelming me and I can't think straight." He stated through gritted teeth. "So, this temporary distance might warm you up. At least a little." Sorrow flashed in his blue gray eyes that calmed her down. Pretty soon. And she felt her heart beating louder.

Confusing wasn't it? One moment she wanted to kill and get rid of him, but in the next second she wanted to comfort him. Quickly she had to strike away her thought by telling herself that her humanity was showing off.

And then he was gone, after gazing at her distantly with hurt.

That was enough to throw her in puzzled state, for the next few hours.

Loud thud woke Caroline from her nightmare, in which she was struggling in a pool of blood. She sat up, gasping harshly, wiping droplets of swear from her forehead, found her specs and went to flip on the bed lamp beside her.

Klaus returned from his daily adventure. With a bottle of beer in his hand, dark fury layered those pair of stormy blues, he appeared like a deprived soul.

Caroline felt his emotions all over the place. For the first time, she actually was concerned. As if a part of her was compelling.

"What's wrong?" She inquired quietly, adjusting her glasses.

"I am a failure." He responded, landing his deathly glare onher face. Though she could differentiate he wasn't mad at her. "A thousand year old failure." He brought the notch of bottle to his lips, but couldn't swallow. Then a growl escaped him, vibrations spread throughout the room, and threw that bottle violently on the floor making her jerk in her position. "What hadn't I done to break my curse!"

"You broke the curse." She reminded in a smooth tone that actually surprised her. He shook head, not happy about it. So, she tried another time. "You're stronger than before, that's what you told me."

"And I also mentioned about creating an army of my own." His voice was dangerously low, as he gradually closed the space between them. "I found the pack, Caroline." Oh, so he did remember he was speaking to her? His words, his stance didn't give her that feeling though. "I found the pack, gave them my blood and killed them. They should come back to life as hybrids. But they didn't."

Her posture straightened when pulverized breath washed her face. He collapsed next to her on bed, his head bent down as if he was accepting his failure. Involuntarily she reached for his face, caressed his cheek while absolutely having no idea why she was doing it. "You fought for thousand years to get something, Klaus." He met her unemotional gaze and taken back with her. "If it really matters to you, then fight for another thousand years. Finish what you started."

And then his boiling anger went down, second by second, that resulted in her comfort.

All of sudden, she understood what she did. Soothing Klaus was not she wanted, but it happened anyway. She was about to retract her hand, just before the Original held it in place, against his face and stared into her eyes.

"I wish you were there before everything," was the last sentence he said on that night.

From Klaus and Stefan's conversation, Caroline deduced certain things. The younger male wasn't fine with slaughtering people for Klaus, but he was doing it anyway. Because he lost his girlfriend to the Original in a ritual and then he turned his humanity off.

Great, Klaus knew how to fuck up everyone's life around him.

He blew an arrogant smirk in her direction, as if he listened to her thoughts, and in return he received a glare from her. Listening to thoughts was impossible. He might feel her emotions and that's how it was working currently.

Since last night's tiny conversation, Klaus had been acting differently with her. And she didn't know why but he seemed tolerable. As if a part of her was readily accepting him.

Still, Caroline would hate him.

It took her some more time to understand that they were going to find a solution to his problem- his inability to make an army of hybrids.

Why did it sound like an apocalypse to her? Having one hybrid in her life brought Caroline out of normalcy and numbers of such beast could destroy every single human.

Though, it was none of her concern.

A very grumpy self, Stefan was perplexed after Klaus dragged them to some old bar. "What are we doing here?"

"To find my favorite witch." The Old one smirked as a lady walked into the place. "I assume you didn't miss me too much, Gloria." Klaus teased making her to roll her eyes.

"You might be old, Klaus, but that doesn't make you funny." The grey haired witch retorted flatly. Her tone surprised Caroline and intrigued nevertheless.

And Gloria was a witch.

A witch.

Well, wasn't Caroline looking for one?

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