1. 4856 Miles
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Warnings: Some Spoilers for The Originals Season 3 Episode 1, Hayley & Cami bashing, Alive Kol
Today's Special
"Absence sharpens love"
~Benjamin Franklin
'In the beginning, we were so naive. Our mother had made us into beasts that fed on blood, but immortality was beyond our grasp, compulsion a trick we had yet to learn. All we knew was a fear of being hunted. That and a terrible hunger. So we ran... as a family... and when we needed to... as a family... We fed.' Klaus reminisced.
Past: Year 1002, Southern France
Neighing could be heard from the fearful hoarse, as Elijah chastised his youngest brother, "Kol, are you quite done?"
"Ahh. Oh, bother, Elijah! Is all of this truly necessary?" Kol groaned.
"Brother, the road is a major thoroughfare. If the bodies are found, word of our presence will spread to Mikael." The second eldest reminded them all.
"We have run through autumn and winter, through sleet and snow. Are we cursed to forever live in fear of our father?" Rebekah asked sadly, her voice full of sorrow.
"I should say yes sadly." The oldest answers.
"Finn, please." Elijah said, before turning to the cursed hybrid, "Niklaus."
"Do we have any idea where we're running to next?" Rebekah asked.
"Why not just do what we've all thought of doing? Split up!" Kol suggested.
"We swore a vow!" Klaus said fiercely.
"Your vows haunt me more than father himself! At least he can't chase us all. I say we take our chances." Kol shouted back with just as much force at the reminder that he wasn't a part of always and forever.
"Perhaps Kol is right." The oldest Mikaelson added, siding with his wildest brother.
"Thank you, Finn," Kol said cheerfully, "Yeah, I've always said, oldest is wisest."
"Stop talking!" Finn snapped, "I take no Joy in our assent, but I do wish to sleep in a bed, to bathe in a bath, to feed off proper food."
"No, brother." Elijah disagreed, "Niklaus is right. We made a vow. Family above all. Always... forever." He repeated.
Present: Current Day, New Orleans
"Camille. Thanks for coming." Klaus greeted courtly.
"Why did you ask me to meet you here?" The blond demanded.
"Well, I had hoped we might have one of our little chats, and I thought you might appreciate the change of venue, so I'm allowing you a private tour of my exhibition." Klaus answered, but a voice in the back of his head screamed, 'liar!'
'That's a lie. You're lying to her.' It sang. 'That's not the truth. Why don't you tell her why you really wanted her here? That any blond woman could have done her job. That you just wanted to pretend. Even just for a moment.'
That's why the second she began to drone on about her thoughts on his family, and his relationships, he zoomed out.
Instead spending his valuable time wondering what she would think of this gallery. Would she be proud?
She seemed quite wested when they spent all those hours under the stars as she let him blabber about color and shapes.
But those happy thoughts soon turned dark as the voice in his head once again reminded him how easy it was for her to fake interest with her clear blue eyes.
Klaus was so lost in thought, that he completely missed the centuries old vampire glaring at him and Cami from across the room. Any other time and he wouldn't have ever made such a mistake.
He should have known better.
But today, the memories haunting him weren't giving him a single moment of rest.
That's why he completely missed the angry Lucian that was glaring at him, before he flashed away to let his anger out on some poor soul.
Leaving only a body with an angry bloody smile slit into the side of its cheeks as a warning that he was here.
That vengeance would be theirs.
Past: Year 1002, Southern France
"Who's ready for the next course?" Kol asked, laughing.
Finn glared at him from the side, "You're all filthy gluttons." he said, each word spoken with hatred of what they had been forced to turn into.
Kol waved him off, "And you remain ever the dullard."
"Oh, such pretty clothes. What a shame they'll go to waste." Rebekah mourned, holding the garment to her chest.
"Rebekah," Elijah sighed, already sensing the upcoming struggle, "we have discussed this endlessly."
"No." The only girl spun around, turning her anger to her brother, "You've discussed this. None of us had any say in the matter!" She reminded him. "This lot were traveling somewhere. Their car is full of silks and finery. Five of them, five of us. Wherever they were off to, why could we not simply go in their stead?" She argued.
Elijah: Masquerade as nobles from a land we do not know, whose customs we cannot begin to understand? Ridiculous!
Rebekah: You saw the castle down the road. It was practically a gala. If this bunch were headed there, then... Look at them. They're not any better than we are. We could live as they do, at least for a time.
Rebekah: Think of it, Elijah, we can hide in plain sight. We could live ordinary lives.
"Silence." Elijah ordered firmly as he heard something from the pushes.
Klaus took a step towards the sound. "You have the count of three to come out." But after a single count he hurled a rock over the bush causing a scream to rise.
Suddenly a man around there age, with long hair and worn down garments jumped up.
"Well, aren't you a handsome one?" Rebekah asked, eyeing him down.
"Tell your friend to stand up. I can hear their heartbeat. The next one will go right through their head." Klaus said, picking another rock up.
"Wait." A second voice came, this time a woman dressed in similar clothes stood up. Her hair was tied loosely and hung down her back. Her eyes were a bright blue, one Klaus couldn't stop staring at.
"Looks like dessert to me." Kol said, licking his lips.
"No! Wait, wait, wait! We can help you!" The man said, stepping in front of the girl.
"Now we are... we are the personal servants to the Count de Martel of the very estate you just mentioned." The man began, but was cut off by the girl.
"His name's Lucian, I'm Caroline."
"Why would they care?" Lucian asked, flustered.
"It humanizes us. Now they won't just see us as animals. Or disserst." She said, staring at Kol firmly.
"Oh sure. That seems to work fine for the roasted goose the chief names every year before he chops off its head." Lucian grumbled.
"If you don't shut up, I'm going to turn you into a roasted goose." Caroline glared at him.
"Brother?" Rebekah asked, sympathetically.
"Bloody moron thinks just cause he's two summers older he's the wisest man to ever live." Caroline nodded.
"Oh no. That would be our dear Elijah." Rebekah commented, glaring at her own brother.
Klaus eyed the women, smart. She saw a chance to get on his sister's good side and took it. If only the poor rabbit realized how fickle his sister was.
Caroline then turned to the rest of the originals, "We were sent to escort these guests to our lord's home for a lengthy stay." She spoke without the stutter her brother did, but they could still hear the fear in her voice. "We know their customs, as well as the count's habits. If you mean to pose as the people you have" now her voice hitched as she struggled to find the right words, "finished here. Then you'll need our help."
"Oh I like her. Please can we keep her?" Rebekah clapped gleefully.
Caroline eyed her warily, "Me and my brother are a packaged deal. You keep one, you keep the other."
"Rebekah, no. What is our most important rule?" Elijah reminded her.
"Never leave alive someone who…"
"...has seen what we are." Rebekah's brothers finished when she began to trail off.
"Thank you very much." Elijah told Caroline politely, as if he wasn't now going to kill her. "A practice that has served us very well indeed."
This time Klaus stepped in front of the humans, "She has a point. They could be of use."
"Ah, a proper family squabble." Kol commented from the side.
"Perhaps we should put it to a vote." Klaus said, knowing he'd already won. "All those in favor of letting him live?"
"Those inclined to drink 'em dry?" Kol asked, raising his hand along with Elijah, well Rebekah and Finn kept theirs down.
"Well, Nik... What shall it be?" Kol asked, as he watched Klaus turn to look at Caroline who had a hopeful expression on her face.
Present: Current Day, New Orleans
"It's a no-brainer really. This penthouse is equipped with all the luxuries money can buy, and while the asking price may seem daunting, rest assured that your view of New Orleans will be second to none." The realtor drowned on as she walked the wealthy man through the high rise apartment.
"I do like it." Lucian assured her, "And as for the price, well, nothing of worth comes without sacrifice, wouldn't you agree?" he said, smiling charmingly at the woman.
"Mr. Castle." The women blushed.
"Please. Call me Lucien." He insisted, fangs flashing at his next meal.
"Little atmosphere, less technique." A soon to dead man spoke, critiquing the painting in front of him, "The work is nothing more than a celebratory ego trip."
Lucian raised an eyebrow as he walked towards his sire, "I wouldn't expect you to host an art show without compelling the critic to speak to your praise."
"And I wouldn't expect an uncultured savage to crash such a formal affair." Klaus rebutted, glaring at the walking corpse of a man who would soon be dead.
"Ah, not my usual scene," Lucian confessed, "My sister has always been more for the arts than I." He said, smirking when he saw Klaus tense.
"But that mouthy blood bag does have a point. Your work is derivative of Degas, I'd say. Of course, I happen to know that you compelled Degas to mentor you. I always thought his work improved after your influence." The younger vampire complemented.
"Finally, someone with an eye for art." The hybrid nodded, recovering from Lucian's comment.
"Well, live long enough, you develop a taste for it," Lucian nodded, "among other things."
"Speaking of which, can we please have a drink? I am quite parched." He said, looking at Cami who was making her way over towards them.
Past: Year 1002, Southern France
"There." Lucian said, pointing out the most important man in the room. "See the Count de Martel? You address him as 'Your Grace,' all the other nobles as 'milord,' and when you speak to the count, you should speak of hunting. He loves his hawks and his hounds, and, um, bow deep, milady Rebekah. He also relishes a healthy cleavage." He said, the last part coming out more as a cough than actual words.
"For God's sake, all of you, stop looking up." Caroline hissed at the siblings. Klaus could hear her heart beating faster at what they were doing. She pulled Kol's arm as he began to stray.
"Touch me again, and I'll tear your arm straight off." The youngest brother snarled.
"Kol." Klaus warned protectively as Kol shook off Caroline's hand.
"Behave, Kol," Finn backed up Klaus, "or I'll bury you in the ground to rot."
"This isn't going to work, is it?" Rebekah asked pessimistically.
"Just speak as we practiced and know that you look lovely, milady." Lucian said, adding the comment in for good measure, still very much fearfully about her mood swings.
"Are you worried, brother?" The sealed hybrid questioned Elijah.
"We're placing our lives in the hands of two strangers, Niklaus." The original reminded him.
Just then the Count called on his servants, "Lucien, Caroline," he spoke, his eyes lingered on Caroline's cleavage as she bowed, "you were sent to fetch the Count de Guise."
"Indisposed, your grace." Caroline spoke, her head lowered. "Gout. May I present his children? The Lords Finn, Niklaus, Elijah, and Kol. Also, the lovely Lady Rebekah." She said, introducing each of the siblings. Klaus watched impressed as she lied through her teeth perfectly despite her nervousness.
"Your father never mentioned you to me in all our dealings." The Count addressed the siblings.
"Yes. Your grace, do forgive us." Elijah, the most diplomatic, stepped forward. "Uh, father was forever distant with his travels, and, uh, we were largely raised by servants. However, I do know that father would consider it a glorious honor that we should be introduced to society by your noble hand, your grace." he said, lying off the script Caroline discussed with them on the way back.
"Your Grace, I look forward to hearing tales of your hunting escapades." Klaus stepped forward, deciding to take Lucian's advice he turned the count's attention to Rebekah. "May I present our sister?"
"Rebekah Du Guise de Rochefort en Seine. Charmed." Rebekah said, bowing deeply, before turning the Count's attention toward other matters.
Klaus stepped back in line with the Castles, "You've proven to be an immense help."
Lucien laughed, "Of course, milord."
"Though I must say neither of you seem at all disturbed about leading us into your master's home." Klaus noted.
"Our master is a cruel drunkard who torments his minions for sport, beggars who seek succor, vassals who cannot pay a debt, like our own father." Lucian informed him.
"As long as we get out of this with our lives. I couldn't care less what happens to these people." His sister added.
"Ah." Klaus accepted.
"All these gentlefolk behind their silks and their jewels, they are slavers, killers." Caroline continued. "Whatever evil you are, you walk amongst greater evil still."
"What do we care if you kill the lot of them?" Lucian agreed.
"Who are they?" Klaus asked, pointing towards the two newcomers.
"Oh. They're the count's children," Lucian was the one to answer. "the lord Tristan and his sister the lady Aurora."
"I suggest that you avoid them completely." Caroline warned. Klaus glanced at her, not at all liking the fear he heard in her voice. "The lady is fine if you are adept at dealing with her and her moods. But the young lord. He will be wicked no matter what."
Present: Current Day, New Orleans
"Oh, Kol…" Lucian brought up, "Kol was a bloody loon. Loved it." He said, a bit disappointed he didn't get the reaction he was hoping from his sire at the mention of the original brother whose line began with his little sister. "And Finn... oh, Finn. Finn... Finn was fine as long as you didn't actually have to speak to him."
Ah there it is.
Hook line and sinker.
"Have you spoken to her?" Klaus asked.
"Who? Aurora?" Lucian asked, purposefully pretending he doesn't know exactly who Klaus is referring to. "As you well know, Aurora and I parted ways centuries ago."
"You know that's not who I'm talking about." Klaus growled, startling Cami and causing her to let out a small shriek.
Lucian just smirked, sipping his drink calmy. He took his time savoring the alcohol before answering. "She's my little sister. What do you think?" He asked. "Last I saw her, she was in France."
"Back there?" Klaus questions, his poker face barely remaining in place as his heart contracts painfully.
"You know how sentimental she can be. She wanted to go home, well as close as she can get with all the construction mother nature and these humans have done."
"Champagne?" A server asked, doing his rounds.
"No, thanks." Cami answered politely, as the other two ignored the man entirely.
Just then, Lucian's phone rang, "Please excuse me. There's someone I need to speak to." The man told the other two.
But before he could step away, Klaus caught the picture on the caller id. The woman in it was smiling, her blond hair swaying behind her as she stood on the edge of a bridge.
Cami tried to get the hybrid's attention, but from then on all he could hear was the voice coming from the other side of Lucian's line. His brain couldn't even comprehend what the woman was saying. The only thing he could pay attention to was the voice he had longed to hear, but hadn't been able to listen to for centuries. Despite it being weighed down by the static of the phone, he could tell it hadn't changed a bit.
"Who is he? Old friend?" Cami asked, finally managing to get Klaus attention.
"Old acquaintance," Klaus answered half-heartedly at best, "nothing more."
"Old acquaintance? You wound me?" Lucian chuckled, making his way back to the pair.
"He can hear us?" The woman asked, surprised, "Is he…"
"Hard of hearing?" Lucian asked, offended, "Quite the opposite, actually. A side effect I inherited from Nik." He said, smiling at his sire with his fangs flashing in the light just so the human could see exactly how sharp they were.
"We can discuss my discourteous friend Lucien at our next little chat. For now, let's preserve your precious boundaries, shall we?" Klaus said, turning to Cami, wanting to get that talk done and over with.
"Someone tortured and k*ll a local, left the body right out in the open. I think it was-"
"Yes. Well, vampire business is now Marcel's purview or Elijah's when he's not busy loathing me." Klaus said, cutting her off, "By all means, check with them."
"Your pretty friend seems to have fouled your mood. Why don't we go out, paint the town red, et cetera, et cetera?" Lucian suggested.
"Lucien... What are you really doing in my city?" Klaus asked, wanting to get straight to the point.
"News has spread, old friend. Every vampire in the world knows you've been attacked, a number of times nearly killed." Castle informed him.
"Oh. Well, I can assure you that all those who stood against me ended up either desiccated, dust, or dinner." Klaus said, not seeing the point.
"Yes, but what if it had gone the other way, hmm?" Lucian asked. "When Mikael was killed, we all learned the truth…" He reminded his sire. "The life of every vampire is linked back to the original who began the line. Mikael may not have made many. But the day of his death, an entire line of vampires was wiped out. As you can imagine, the threat of it doesn't sit well with those of us that remain."
"Anyone fearing death as a result of my demise should come see me." Klaus growled, warning his sireling to stay in his lane. "I'll be happy to reassure them."
"Of course." Lucian conceded, chuckling, "Heh. You and your siblings are mighty indeed, yet the attacks on you do show that you are not completely invulnerable." He reminded the original. "While you've wallowed in your family affairs, your progeny have grown somewhat restless. The world is a finite place, territory limited, and even ancient vampires are not above vicious turf wars. What if I told you there's a growing conflict between the sire lines?" He said, getting serious. "Suppose one of them wanted to annihilate the other by killing Elijah, Rebekah, you?"
"So, you came all this way to deliver a warning?" The hybrid asked, not believing that's all Lucian wanted, for even a moment.
"Think about it." Lucian said, sitting up straighter. "Kill an original, wipe out an entire line of competition. A tempting goal, made more so by the fact that your family is divided and thus weaker than you have ever been."
"My family is hardly weak." Klaus spat. "In fact, we are unkillable. The last of the white oak is gone."
"Are you so certain it's all gone, every last splinter of it banished for good?" Lucian questioned.
"Lucien, if you had even the slightest inkling any fragment of white oak still existed, of course you would tell me." Klaus threatens.
"Easy, Nik. You are my sire. My fate is linked to yours." Lucian reminded him. "If you want to know what I do about the dangers you now face, trust me enough to come with me. There is something that you must see."
Lucian led him back to his penthouse.
As soon as the elevator doors dinged open, Klaus' heart dropped.
It looked like any other high-end furnished apartment you'd find in a magazine. But scattered throughout it were dozens of picture frames of Lucian through his travels. In them, you could easily spot a smiling blond woman with blue eyes smiling at the camera.
"Subtle." Klaus growled sarcastically, his eyes glaring daggers into Lucian's back.
"Please excuse the mess. I've been entertaining." The vampire said, not bothering to turn around.
"You brought me here to have a seance?" Klaus asked, disappointed that this was what Lucian made such a big deal about.
"Something like that." Lucian said, bringing out a black haired witch, "I present my personal forecaster... The lovely Alexis."
"Don't tell me you're here to scry some future portents of my doom?" The hybrid mocked.
"Alexis is no back alley palm reader." Lucian warned. "She's an expert cipher of patterns, trends, cycles. She's extraordinary on the stock market and never fails to guess the winner of "the bachelorette." He added the last little bit for fun.
"Touch forward, isn't she?" Klaus asked, as the woman sauntered forward, trailing her fingers down his chest, only stopping when he grabbed her wrist.
"I've heard so much about you," Alexis admired, "the famous hybrid. Your ancient heart beat strong indeed for someone in such danger. "
Klaus narrowed his eyes at the threat, "If you have a warning to deliver, luv, best get on with it."
"By all means," Alexis encouraged, "but if you want the most from the experience, I suggest you feed on me." She said, moving her dark curls to the side, "As you do, I'll allow you into my mind. You can see for yourself." She said, inviting the vampires.
"Come on. How long has it been since we shared a real drink?" Lucian asked, encouraging his sire towards the women.
"Drink deep, but beware." Alexis warned, as their fangs sunk into her neck and her thoughts opened up. "What you broke is past repair. All your oaths you betray. Your sacred vows you sever, and now you see that nothing lasts for always and forever. 3 yet remain, 2 already crossed, yet in one year's time, you'll all be lost. As your family is undone, you will seed the beast that is to come."
"Do you think you can fool me with bad poetry and parlor tricks?" Klaus demanded, pulling away from the witch angrily.
"My visions conjure from you." Alexis warned. "The threat you face will be more clear the longer I'm in your presence. kill me, you'll never see what's coming."
"I told you." Lucian said, walking to Klaus, "Something is coming. You'll need me." He warned his sire.
"I am Klaus Mikaelson!" Klaus roared, pushing Lucian away, "I don't need anyone, nor will I be warned by lesser men! I am the thing lesser men fear!" He snapped.
"Then act like it…" Lucian laughed, "Instead of doting on your pretty human girls and pouting about your family's disapproval. Yes, you are Klaus Mikaelson! You are the most ruthless, wicked beast to ever live." The younger vampire said, no longer walking around eggshells. "I came here to remind you of that because, quite frankly, I've been worried that you've lost a step.
"I need no reminding of who I am." Klaus growled, "That truth has been clear to me for a thousand years."
"And in those years, you've acquired countless enemies, and with the sire lines at warr, you now have mine, as well." Lucian warned, trying to get through to his thick headed sire.
"Anyone who would kill me could now come after you, and since I have so many rivals and because I do not want to die, I beg you let me help you. From now on, I am the only one you can trust." Lucian reminded him, with his life literally tied to his sires and seeing he still very much had the desire to continue to live, he was the last person who wanted him dead.
"I don't trust anyone." Klaus growled, getting ready to flash away.
"Klaus." Lucian called from behind him. "I've answered every question you've asked me tonight. So let me ask you one." When the hybrid stayed still, he continued, "Where is Kol exactly?"
Klaus' shoulders tensed, "And you care why exactly?"
"You know exactly why I care." Lucian growled.
Klaus closed his eyes. He always knew he may have related the most to Kol, but that was also why they clashed the most. At the end of the day he was closest to Rebekah and Elijah. But if Kol died… then so would…
"At the end of the day, the de Martel's against me and my sister. I will do anything to protect her. That includes Kol. And your brother isn't exactly known for his self control. So the last thing I need is to worry about him making a reckless choice, kicking the bucket, and my sister dropping dead one day."
"I don't really give a damn about Rebekah or Elijah." He said, spitting out the older original brother's name with so much hatred it shocked Klaus for a moment, "But Kol. I need Kol safe. For her sake."
"Huh?" Hayley asked, breathing heavily as she looked around confused "What the hell am I doing here? Why am I trapped?"
"I used magic to draw you here and to keep you a captive audience." Davina said, stepping into the light.
"Davina," Hayley growled, "I need to see my daughter." She said, banging on the field keeping her in.
"I'm sorry, but there's something I need you to do for me first."
Kol, still standing in the dark, watched as Davina informed Hayley of what she was to do. So what if the stupid wolf missed time with the oh so precious tribrid, maybe she should have thought twice before actually thinking she could run from the originals, let alone Dahlia.
He warned Nik not to let her get too cocky, but later was still better than never he supposed.
He turned his gaze back to Davina's circle, and she executed the barrier quite nicely. They still had to work on her learning to control her emotions, especially after her earlier incident with Kara. But she has the strength, she just now needs the patience and control.
The power was a gift, but for the second, he already had the perfect teacher picked out for her. And lucky for him, with all these vampires coming to town, it was only a matter of if, not when she would show up.
"Who's there?" Cami called out into her apartment.
"You're on edge." Klaus commented.
"Ahh!" The woman gasped, "And you're trespassing. You can't just come…"
"I didn't come here to quarrel. I came to offer you a gift," Get rid of one is what he meant, "maybe in exchange for one of our little chats of which I'm in particular need, given as my brother doesn't bother to answer my calls," He'd honestly rather talk to anyone in this moment, rather than be alone with his thoughts. Being alone with his thoughts meant being alone with her, "and now my old mate Lucien has swanned into town with all manner of troubling news."
"Fine. If you want to talk it through, come back tomorrow." Cami told him.
"I'm afraid I need to talk about it now."
"No. You don't get to just come into my house uninvited!" The woman told him.
"Well, you already invited me in once, luv, so technically…" Klaus reminded her, trailing off.
"Don't do that. Don't be so flippant and…."
Hearing the woman about to start another one of her rants, Klaus decided it may be best to end it here tonight. "Here you go." He said, handing her the painting and flashing off before she could say anything else.
"That wasn't fair." Cami sighed as she looked at the painting. It was a very pretty portrait of a blond woman. But… it didn't really look like her. The face was too narrow, the eyes too round. The women's breasts were fuller, and her waist smaller. But more than anything, it was the lips. Her smile was sharp, and if she looked at the white teeth, she could almost make out the beginning of fangs.
It's almost as if he tried to draw her, but ended up creating someone else entirely.
Whoever this was.
It wasn't her.
What she didn't realize was that later Klaus would enter his room and have the urge to light the whole compound on fire as he stared at the hundreds of images of the same women.
Present: Current Day, Southern France
A blond woman in a giant sun hat and blue and white striped top paired with a flowing white skirt. Was sitting with a man dressed casually in a loose shirt and slacks. The two were finishing up breakfast as they took in the view of the seaside, something they didn't expect to see for a while, from a third floor balcony.
The blond flagged over the waitress as her partner finished scarfing down his pastries.
"Already?" The man pouted.
"It would be rude to keep everyone waiting." The older vampire reminded him.
"Please. We all know the board game doesn't really start until the Queen's in position."
"Maybe so. But I don't want to miss out any of the fun." She said, standing up.
"Come now Enzo. Don't want to miss our flight do we?" Caroline smiled.
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The man grumbled, but followed her lead, not before leaving a bit extra money for the waitress to pay for the plate he was taking with. "What's the point of having a private plane if we can't be late?" Before his friend could speak up, he waved his hand, "Yeah, yeah. Everything is going according to your perfectly color coded planner, and you aren't rearranging. Fine, let's go."
"It's efficient." The blond blushed.
I was not expecting to have to give Cami this much screen time. The original plan was for me to follow episode one of season 3 pretty closely, but that would have meant giving Cami and Hayley more lines, and I just couldn't do it. So I decided to scrap their lines and just go into Klaus and Kol's thougths instead.
Aso, after all that Cami, did you guys really think I wouldn't introduce present day Caroline? Please, I'm not that mean.
Anyways,
KLAROLINE FOR LIFE BECAUSE I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!