Darkest Temptations

by Katrina-H-Creates

18PLUS Heavy Sexual Content. Caroline, Elena and April make a daring choice. They invite Klaus to participate in a pural marriage spell, hoping to escape their old lives. The spell creates a barrier, isolating them from friends and everything familiar. But freedom comes with unexpected consequences. As they settle into their new life, jealousy soon takes root.

36. Chapter 36

Darkest Temptations

Chapter Thirty Six: It's Time for Something Epic

April Young

I stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel, wrapping its warmth around my body. The clean scent that met me was comforting, a reminder of home. It was strange how even the simplest things, like the fragrance of freshly laundered towels, could evoke such a strong sense of belonging. I grabbed the hair dryer, plugged it in, and began to dry my hair while gazing into the mirror. The reflection staring back at me was that of the same girl who had once struggled to gather enough resources and courage to make her way back here.

The desire to return had been a constant in my mind. I longed for the familiar faces of my sister wives, the comforting walls of my house, and above all, the reassuring presence of Klaus. He had always been my anchor, unwavering in his support, and I knew that no matter the circumstances, I could never abandon him. When I arrived at the doorstep, he had embraced me without a word, no questions asked, no demands for explanations. The quiet understanding between us was palpable as he held me close.

The house was enveloped in an unfamiliar silence, a stillness that seemed to amplify the sounds of my footsteps as I moved across the wooden floor. With no perfume of my own, I had resorted to using some of Klaus's, which lingered in the air around me. Despite my absence, his belongings remained untouched—his clothes, shoes, and even his scent, all preserved just as they had been. It was as if time had paused within these walls, creating an almost surreal atmosphere.

I made my way to the bedroom, opening the door slowly to take in the sight of the room bathed in sunlight. It was unchanged, save for the bed, which was now neatly made. As I ran my hand over the sheets, I could still feel the warmth from the dryer, evidence that Klaus had taken the time to prepare the room while I was in the shower. I had stood under the hot water for what felt like ages, unable to stop scrubbing away the remnants of my journey. Now, enveloped in cleanliness, I felt rejuvenated.

I opened the closet to find Klaus's suits and polished shoes still in their places, his drawer filled with neatly folded t-shirts and boxers. I let the towel drop to the floor, my hair cascading around my face, and slipped into one of his t-shirts. It hung loosely on me, covering just enough to make me feel comfortable. I completed the ensemble with a pair of his boxers, feeling a sense of familiarity in the oversized clothing.

Looking at my reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the door, I was reminded of the many times I had worn his clothes before everything changed. Gathering my resolve, I descended the stairs, the sound of my footsteps echoing in the quiet house. The kitchen was dimly lit, with the blinds drawn to shield the room from the harsh midday sun. As I entered, the scent of my favorite dish, scrambled eggs, greeted me. Klaus, despite his disdain for my modest appetite, had always indulged my simple culinary preferences.

Hesitating at the kitchen entrance, I heard Klaus's voice call out to me, acknowledging my presence. I entered the kitchen and took a seat at the island, watching him work at the stove with practiced ease. His focus on the task was unwavering, yet he seemed acutely aware of the space I occupied. The aroma of cooking eggs filled the room, making my mouth water in anticipation.

"Klaus," I said softly, disrupting the silence that stretched between us. His shoulders tensed slightly, as though he was bracing for an inevitable conversation.

"I'm really sorry," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

He glanced over his shoulder, his expression unreadable, before turning back to the pan. "You look like hell, April," he remarked, a mixture of sternness and concern in his tone.

Pulling the hem of Klaus's t-shirt down, I sat up straighter on the stool. "I washed my hair, it's not—" I started to explain, but he interrupted.

"I mean it, you look so," he said, his gaze softening momentarily.

"It was a lot of travel back and—" I began again, but he cut me off.

"You've lost weight," he noted, turning away.

"Just a few pounds, I um, I was working at—"

"I know," Klaus interjected.

"How did you know?" I asked, curiosity piqued.

"I'm still your husband," he replied, placing a plate of eggs in front of me.

"You knew where I was?"

Klaus nodded but didn't meet my eyes as he did.

"How did you figure it out? My phone is supposed to be untraceable."

"Do you want some toast?" Klaus asked as he looked at me.

"Sure." I said as I took a bite out of the scrambled eggs in front of me, closing my eyes as I savored the taste. "Gosh, these are good." I said between bites.

Klaus slid a piece of buttered toast onto the plate beside the eggs before standing opposite me once more.

I looked up at him "I know I can't stay." I said, placing my fork down.

Klaus looked up at me, his eyes unreadable.

"I know that, I might be an idiot but even I know that I screwed up."

"I didn't mean to tell her," Klaus said as he finally looked over at me "And I shouldn't have."

I smiled at him "I thought about it, a lot actually and I think the score is on mistakes is me at a thousand and you at one." I said.

"You haven't made a thousand mistakes," He said as he made his way over to where I sat and ran his hands through my hair causing me to close my eyes. "Why do you do this?" he asked as he ran his fingers through my hair "I've never seen anyone who hates themselves so much."

"I just wanted to help, you know, I didn't do anything to get us this far, I just screw up and-"

"I screwed up," Klaus gripped the counter before him "I did this to all of you."

"All of us? Wait, what does that mean?"

"I'm sorry, April, for what I've done."

I leaned in closer to him, placing my hand over his.

"What's going on?"

"Like I said, I did it, I built it all up and one night I just-"

"Klaus you didn't know I was leaving, I didn't even know not really."

Klaus closed his eyes and I silenced myself "It wasn't just you, you left first but Caroline and Elena were next."

"What do you mean? Did they go looking for me? Did I-"

"Stop that." Klaus said.

I pressed my lips together "Did they try to find me?" I asked.

Klaus ran his hand down his face unable to look at me it seemed "I kept things hidden from Caroline, and I never even tried to build on anything I had with Elena."

I scooted over in my seat "What kind of things?" when he didn't answer I brushed my thumb across his knuckles "Hey," I gave him a small smile "Things are never as bad as they seem."

Klaus laughed humorlessly.

"Hey, we'll figure it out, I'm sure they're-"

"Tyler Lockwood attempted to burn down Caroline's home in Mystic Falls." He said abruptly.

"What?" I asked confused.

"He wanted revenge, I found out and I-"

"You didn't tell her?"

"I don't know what I was thinking."

"And she found out?"

"A month ago, she took off without a word."

A month ago? Did that mean she took off days after I did?

"Klaus, when did this happen?"

He shook his head "You're a clever girl." he said

"N-not, the exact same night."

He sighed "I didn't know noticed, that's the man you married," he kept his eyes on mine "I didn't notice you and Caroline had left, I just came home, made my way over to Elena's, picked a fight and before I knew it she was getting into a cab."

"You can't blame yourself for something you had no control over."

"I wasn't paying attention, for the first time in my life I wasn't careful enough."

"Klaus-"

"I destroyed-"

"No, stop that," I gripped his hands the best I could for the strength I held"You can't be expected to be on alert twenty four hours a day, every single day, you'll lose your mind and that's not why we came all this way," I waited until he looked at me before I continued "I remember those last few days before I left, you were exhausted and-"

"April-"

"No listen to me," I cupped his face "There was nothing you could have done."

He opened his mouth to respond but he held my gaze instead.

"You've got this intensity about you that I've liked since the second we met," I told him making his lips curl up in one side "But I didn't marry the big bad Klaus Mikaelson, I married the man whose eyes were as sad as mine that night," I caressed his cheeks with both hands "And we don't need the hybrid to be on point all the time, we just need you." I said.

Klaus sighed, placing his forehead against mine, closing his eyes "What would I do without you?" he asked.

"Well I'd starve but-"

Klaus laughed, shaking his head before he pulled away from me.

I sat back, feeling somewhat reassured "So where are Caroline and Elena? There's no way you don't know."

"My clever girl."

I smiled "I'm your clever girl." I said.

He stood up straight "Caroline is on her way back, I'm supposed to pick her up tomorrow."

My jaw dropped "You could have led with that," I stopped to smile ear to ear "So you've made up?"

He nodded.

"And Elena?"

Klaus paused before he replied "I know she's safe and she's okay."

"That's a good start, but when is she-"

"She's not."

"Why?" I asked confused.

Klaus exhaled "I messed up."

I took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly "Are you sure we shouldn't wait for Caroline before we get into this? Maybe she can-"

"April." Klaus said as he ran his hand through his hair "It's too late."

My heart pounded in my chest as I searched his eyes for any sign of hope "No, it's not, Klaus. She's your second wife, she's my sister, she's a part of us."

Klaus leaned forward, resting his hands on the counter before him "I can't fix it." He said.

I stood up, pushing my stool back as I placed my hands over his "Then we will," I cupped his cheeks forcing him to look at me "Together."

Klaus looked at me, his eyes searching mine "How are you so sure?" He asked.

I smiled at him "Because I know you, and I know you want us safe, there's no safer place than home." I said.

Klaus looked into my eyes, his expression unreadable.

"Let's go get her," I said "The three of us."

Klaus met my gaze his hands wrapping around my wrists softly before he lowered them down to his chest "Baby-"

"Oh no, there's something else." I said feeling my blood run cold at the thought.

"It's not three, it's four." Klaus said.

"Four?" I repeated "Vickie's still here?"

"Yes."

"You guys have been alone this entire time?"

"...Yes."

"How do you feel about that?"

Klaus shook his head "I don't feel anything about that."

I arched my eyebrows in surprise "Oh okay, I was just wondering cause I mean it's been a month."

"Nothing's happened I-"

I immediately covered both ears "Okay, I don't want to hear any more of that."

Klaus smiled, pulling my hands down "I'm just trying to tell you that-"

"I am not about to go back on the promise we all made," I said my eyes burning into his causing his smile to drop "And we promised we'd never ever get involved in the other marriages."

Klaus nodded and I dropped both hands again certain I could trust him "Thank you."

I sighed bringing my hands up to his shoulders which almost meant going on my tip toes "I don't mind sharing you, you know I like it, that I love our family and it's unique way."

"I know."

"But I can't know about whatever happens between-"

"I know."

"Okay." I said as I relaxed.

He gave me a soft smile before placing his hands on my hips, pulling me closer, "I thought about you alot, about what would happen if you came back and-"

"You knew I would come back, didn't you?"

"No."

"Oh."

Klaus looked away from me and said "But I hoped for it."

I looked up at him "I think you missed me."

Klaus looked at me "I did." He said softly.

I gave him a small smile before I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I rested my forehead against his.

"You have to bring her back," I whispered to him, our eyes locked in an intense, silent plea for understanding and action. As we remained close, the familiar sound of the patio door sliding open startled me, causing a reflexive retreat from Klaus.

Turning swiftly, I saw Vickie letting herself in with an air of confidence and poise. Her appearance was striking; she looked as if she devoted many hours to a rigorous fitness regime, maintaining a figure that was simultaneously slender and shapely.

With a smile that seemed to light up the room, she said, "Look who's back." Her tone was both inviting and knowing as she stepped into the house.

I managed a somewhat awkward greeting, "Hi," feeling the weight of her gaze as it flickered between Klaus and me.

"What do you want?" Klaus asked her, his tone lacking warmth.

I tried to ease the tension, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I moved slightly towards her. "How have you been, Vickie?" I questioned, hoping to steer the conversation towards safer ground.

For a moment, Vickie's attention lingered on Klaus, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips before she deigned to answer me.

"What?" she asked, as if she hadn't heard me.

I cleared my throat, repeating, "I, uh, asked how you've been."

Her smile widened as she replied, "Oh, I've been fine. More than fine, actually," her eyes darting back to Klaus as she spoke, as though sharing a secret only they understood.

Klaus's eyes narrowed slightly, and I felt like an outsider to whatever history lay between them. Feeling the awkwardness creep in, I noted how their interaction might be more than just friendly. I took a deep breath, trying to remind myself that it wasn't my place to pry.

"Well, that's nice," I offered with a forced smile, eager to diffuse any rising tension.

Vickie moved closer, her fingers gently gliding along her hairline, her gaze still shifting between us. "So where have you been all this time? Klaus wasn't exactly forthcoming with the details," she prodded.

I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "I was, uh—" I started, but Klaus's phone interrupted with a loud ring.

All eyes turned to him as he answered it with a curt, "Hello," his gaze then flickering towards me. "Put her on the phone," he instructed.

"Klaus?" I mouthed silently, concerned and curious. He shook his head slightly, signaling that it wasn't the time for explanations. With a resigned sigh,

I took a seat at the kitchen island, feeling a mix of concern and impatience. Vickie joined me, her focus still on Klaus. "So where did she run off to?" she asked, her curiosity evident.

Klaus soon retreated outdoors, leaving us alone.

Concerned, I turned to Vickie. "It's a long story. Do you think everything is okay?" I asked, my voice tinged with worry.

Her eyes followed Klaus's path outside. "There's always something when it comes to him," she said with a knowing look.

"What do you mean?" I pressed, sensing there was more to the story.

"Just that he's never really satisfied," she replied, her gaze meeting mine. "No matter what he does, something always seems to be missing."

I sat up straighter, slightly taken aback. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were, um—" I struggled to find the right words.

She chuckled softly. "You're funny when you're jealous," she observed, her tone light and teasing.

"I'm not jealous," I protested quickly, though my cheeks flushed.

"You are, but that's okay," she reassured me with a casual shrug. "You guys have to embrace that jealousy is part of your deal or your new deal."

"New deal?" I echoed, confused. "Yeah, when you re-start the barrier," she hinted mysteriously.

I stood, looking down at her with a mix of confusion and frustration. "What are you talking about?"

The patio doors slid open, and Klaus returned, his eyes finding mine with a sense of urgency. "We have to leave right now," he announced, his voice firm.

"What the hell is going on?" Vickie demanded, rising to her feet. Klaus stepped closer, explaining, "That was Elena on the phone, or rather the bank manager she was with. She didn't know how else to reach me. She saw Tyler. He's in New York."

"Elena's in New York?" I asked, a faint smile of relief crossing my face, knowing we had a lead on her whereabouts. Klaus ran a hand through his hair, continuing, "She got to Jeremy, compelled him to take the next flight out of New York so he wouldn't cross paths with Tyler."

"We have to go and get her," I urged.

Klaus shook his head, explaining further, "She went to the bank, used her account with me, and attempted to withdraw a significant amount of money, knowing the bank would contact me."

"That was smart of her," Vickie commented, pursing her lips in approval.

"Yes, it was," Klaus agreed, before addressing the next steps. "She knows Tyler saw her. She wasn't sure how she managed to escape, but she did."

"Is she alright?" I asked, my concern mounting. "She's going to be on the next plane to Atlanta," Klaus replied, his voice steady but urgent.

"No, she needs to come here," I insisted.

Klaus reached for his phone, tapping swiftly. "No, she's going there," he confirmed. A notification dinged, and he added, "I've just sent Caroline the details. She's doing the same."

"Klaus, you're not making any sense to me," I said, frustration creeping into my voice. Vickie interjected with a sly smile, "The barrier spell."

Klaus's eyes flashed with anger as he turned to her. "How the hell do you know about that?" Vickie shrugged nonchalantly.

"I have my ways. And by the way, don't you find it odd your first wife isn't questioning why you've changed her flight plans?"

Klaus took a step toward her, his expression a mix of fury and disbelief. "Vickie, how did you—"

"Hey," I interrupted, placing my hand on his arm to calm him. "Stop, hey."

"I told her everything," Vickie admitted with a casual shrug.

"Told who what?" I asked, my confusion deepening.

Vickie smirked at Klaus before turning to me. "And I'd send whatever information you have to your New York problem before she boards her flight."

"What is going on?" I demanded again, looking between them. Klaus's attention remained on Vickie. "You didn't," he accused, his voice a low growl.

"I did, and I would have done it sooner if I'd known there was a Lockwood problem," she replied confidently.

I turned to face Klaus, my back to his chest, as I looked at Vickie, desperate for answers. "Tell me," I urged.

Vickie finally shifted her gaze from Klaus to me. "Klaus has been researching the spell you all performed way back when—"

"Stop," Klaus warned, his voice a hiss.

"But through that research, he realized a time jump is necessary," Vickie continued undeterred.

"What?" I asked, the revelation hitting me like a bolt.

"Not only that," Vickie added, "The spell works even better with more people involved. Which means, to keep you all safe, I'm going to be part of that packaged deal."

---

Caroline Mikaelson

I'd already said goodbye to my mom earlier that morning. She was heading back to Maine when Klaus had sent me a message with the change of plans. He had reassured me that Elena was safe and doing well, and considering the flight durations from Montana and New York to Atlanta, she and I would be landing around the same time. We had a specific destination in mind, and I knew precisely where I was going upon leaving the airport and how long it would take me to reach my intended location. I hadn't packed any luggage; it would be gone anyway after the time jump. The only thing I needed was my ticket. I never thought that things could be mended, that I would be fortunate enough to return to Utah and have the chance to begin everything afresh. Indeed, the time jump was a gamble, but it would also ensure that the breach to the other side would be sealed, eliminating any future danger to our new lives together.

Klaus and I would have a substantial amount of reconciliation to undertake as a couple. He had concealed Tyler's attempt to destroy my home in Mystic Falls from me. He had never deceived me before, not to such an extent, and it felt like a significant betrayal in our relationship. However, my affection for him was unwavering, as was my love for our life together and our family, despite how it might appear to anyone else. We had struggled so intensely to maintain it, and we truly deserved to be together.

The prospect of starting anew was both daunting and exhilarating. It was a chance to rewrite our story, to address the unresolved issues, and forge a future that was free from the shadows of the past. The journey ahead would not be easy, but it was one that we were prepared to face together. Our bond would be tested, but the love we shared was strong enough to withstand the trials that lay ahead. We were committed to each other and to the life we had built, and that commitment would guide us through the challenges and into a brighter tomorrow.

Vickie was the last person I had ever expected to seek me out, but her presence filled me with gratitude. She had traveled a significant distance to reach the lodge where we had been residing in Montana. It wasn't merely a matter of a quick plane ride and a single tank of gas; reaching us required considerable effort and determination. I imagined Vickie's patience had been pushed to its limits during her quest to find me, yet she persevered, deeming the effort worthwhile.

Her arrival did more than just reunite us; it opened my eyes to the truths of my situation back in Utah, particularly concerning my life as part of a plural marriage. Vickie remarked that we had transitioned from adolescence to adulthood too swiftly, a point I found hard to dispute. Moreover, she noted that we had treated jealousy as if it were a threat to our way of life, rather than something to be understood and accepted. Jealousy was an inherent part of our existence, no longer something to be battled against as if it were a pestilence. Acceptance was crucial; we had to embrace it and move forward. Jealousy did not alter our lifestyle. We all were aware of our commitment to this way of life for the long term. Even after the time we spent apart, we chose to reunite because, despite the issues that drove us away from each other, our desire to remain together was unwavering.

Vickie was set to participate in the protective spell. I had meticulously studied and understood that the more individuals involved, the better our chances, thereby making our shield even more formidable. Given that we had come to terms with our lifestyle, it was time to start truly living our lives. The singular benefit of the time jump was it granted us the chance to press the reset button with a renewed mindset and an open heart.

It was time to begin again.

I had been vigilantly scanning my surroundings ever since Klaus informed me about Tyler's presence in New York. During my entire wait at the airport for my flight, I strategically positioned myself at the back of a bookstore. This spot was perfect because it provided an unobstructed view of the entrance, allowing me to monitor who came in and out without drawing attention to myself. Being so close to embarking on a fresh chapter of my life, I couldn't afford to overlook any potential threats. Tyler's pursuit meant Damon might also be on our trail, so caution was paramount.

As soon as the announcement for my flight was made and first class boarding commenced, I wasted no time and was the first to step forward. Klaus had adjusted my travel plans, ensuring I would be comfortable in first class, a gesture that brought me some peace amidst the chaos. Before stepping onto the plane, I quickly sent Klaus a reassuring message, letting him know that I was safely on board and that everything was proceeding smoothly.

Klaus, April, and Vickie were already on board their flight to Atlanta. Klaus had informed me when they were getting settled, and April sent me a reassuring message, letting me know that everything was going to be fine. Her words carried a sense of comfort, and she expressed her eagerness to see me soon. It was clear that she shared a sense of optimism about our upcoming reunion. Since Elena didn't have her phone with her, we knew she wouldn't be able to communicate with us before heading to the airport. We couldn't take the chance of her stopping anywhere on the way, which meant we wouldn't hear from her until she arrived. Both Klaus and April agreed that we had to trust she would make it to us without a hitch. Despite the uncertainty, I was confident she would arrive safely. This inner certainty was like a guiding force, assuring me that we were on the brink of starting anew together. I made a personal vow that if we managed to come together for this fresh beginning, I would let go of my discomfort with the term 'sister wives.' I would embrace it with the same confidence that April did, accepting the profound connection behind it also.

---

Caroline Mikaelson

I'd already said farewell to my mom earlier that morning. She was heading back to Maine when Klaus had sent me a message with the change of plans. He had reassured me that Elena was safe and doing well, and considering the flight durations from Montana and New York to Atlanta, she and I would be landing around the same time. We had a specific destination in mind, and I knew precisely where I was going upon leaving the airport and how long it would take me to reach my intended location. I hadn't packed any luggage; it would be gone anyway after the time jump. The only thing I needed was my ticket. I never thought that things could be mended, that I would be fortunate enough to return to Utah and have the chance to begin everything afresh. Indeed, the time jump was a gamble, but it would also ensure that the breach to the other side would be sealed, eliminating any future danger to our new lives together.

Klaus and I would have a substantial amount of reconciliation to undertake as a couple. He had concealed Tyler's attempt to destroy my home in Mystic Falls from me. He had never deceived me before, not to such an extent, and it felt like a significant betrayal in our relationship. However, my affection for him was unwavering, as was my love for our life together and our family, despite how it might appear to anyone else. We had struggled so intensely to maintain it, and we truly deserved to be together.

The prospect of starting anew was both daunting and exhilarating. It was a chance to rewrite our story, to address the unresolved issues, and forge a future that was free from the shadows of the past. The journey ahead would not be easy, but it was one that we were prepared to face together. Our bond would be tested, but the love we shared was strong enough to withstand the trials that lay ahead. We were committed to each other and to the life we had built, and that commitment would guide us through the challenges and into a brighter tomorrow.

Vickie was the last person I had ever expected to seek me out, but her presence filled me with gratitude. She had traveled a significant distance to reach the lodge where we had been residing in Montana. It wasn't merely a matter of a quick plane ride and a single tank of gas; reaching us required considerable effort and determination. I imagined Vickie's patience had been pushed to its limits during her quest to find me, yet she persevered, deeming the effort worthwhile.

Her arrival did more than just reunite us; it opened my eyes to the truths of my situation back in Utah, particularly concerning my life as part of a plural marriage. Vickie remarked that we had transitioned from adolescence to adulthood too swiftly, a point I found hard to dispute. Moreover, she noted that we had treated jealousy as if it were a threat to our way of life, rather than something to be understood and accepted. Jealousy was an inherent part of our existence, no longer something to be battled against as if it were a pestilence. Acceptance was crucial; we had to embrace it and move forward. Jealousy did not alter our lifestyle. We all were aware of our commitment to this way of life for the long term. Even after the time we spent apart, we chose to reunite because, despite the issues that drove us away from each other, our desire to remain together was unwavering.

Vickie was set to participate in the protective spell. I had meticulously studied and understood that the more individuals involved, the better our chances, thereby making our shield even more formidable. Given that we had come to terms with our lifestyle, it was time to start truly living our lives. The singular benefit of the time jump was it granted us the chance to press the reset button with a renewed mindset and an open heart.

It was time to begin again.

I had been vigilantly scanning my surroundings ever since Klaus informed me about Tyler's presence in New York. During my entire wait at the airport for my flight, I strategically positioned myself at the back of a bookstore. This spot was perfect because it provided an unobstructed view of the entrance, allowing me to monitor who came in and out without drawing attention to myself. Being so close to embarking on a fresh chapter of my life, I couldn't afford to overlook any potential threats. Tyler's pursuit meant Damon might also be on our trail, so caution was paramount.

As soon as the announcement for my flight was made and first class boarding commenced, I wasted no time and was the first to step forward. Klaus had adjusted my travel plans, ensuring I would be comfortable in first class, a gesture that brought me some peace amidst the chaos. Before stepping onto the plane, I quickly sent Klaus a reassuring message, letting him know that I was safely on board and that everything was proceeding smoothly.

Klaus, April, and Vickie were already on board their flight to Atlanta. Klaus had informed me when they were getting settled, and April sent me a reassuring message, letting me know that everything was going to be fine. Her words carried a sense of comfort, and she expressed her eagerness to see me soon. It was clear that she shared a sense of optimism about our upcoming reunion. Since Elena didn't have her phone with her, we knew she wouldn't be able to communicate with us before heading to the airport. We couldn't take the chance of her stopping anywhere on the way, which meant we wouldn't hear from her until she arrived. Both Klaus and April agreed that we had to trust she would make it to us without a hitch. Despite the uncertainty, I was confident she would arrive safely. This inner certainty was like a guiding force, assuring me that we were on the brink of starting anew together. I made a personal vow that if we managed to come together for this fresh beginning, I would let go of my discomfort with the term 'sister wives.' I would embrace it with the same confidence that April did, accepting the profound connection behind it also.

When I touched down in Atlanta, I made sure I was quick off the plane, not wanting to waste a single second. If Tyler suspected another time jump might happen, that we had used the information they had given us against them, then he could do something to stop it; he or Damon could destroy the place we were going to perform the spell. So if we wanted to ensure that didn't happen, then we had to get to Mystic Falls, and once there we had to stay hidden until we performed the time jump spell. After that we just had to get through that day all over again, pack up our things, and hit the road back to Utah.

Moving through the airport, I was cautious yet discreet, avoiding any behavior that might draw undue attention or suggest anxiety. I cleverly navigated with the flow of travelers, allowing the crowd to shield me rather than forcing my way against those heading in the opposite direction. Utilizing the strategically placed convex mirrors, I kept a lookout for any potential pursuers. As an added precaution, I let my hair down from its ponytail and subtly discarded my jacket, leaving it draped over the handle of a fellow traveler's luggage. This simple act altered my appearance, making it more challenging for anyone to track me in the bustling terminal.

After successfully maneuvering through the airport without incident, I proceeded to the next terminal, maintaining my solitude and ensuring no one tailed me. My target was the high-rise airport parking lot; that's where Klaus had told me to head to after I touched down. I was looking across it, trying to determine where to cross when something in the distance caught my eye, stopping me in my tracks. It was Klaus; he was staring right back at me, his expression unreadable. He was wearing a black cap, black jeans, and a coat. He gave me a nod signaling for me to approach him. I swallowed hard as I did so, a part of me wondering if he was real, but when he came closer, pulling me in for a tight hug, I knew he was. Klaus wasted little time; he held my face between his hands and pressed his lips against mine, his tongue parting my lips as he deepened the kiss. I'd missed him so much, my arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close. When he pulled away from the kiss, I rested my forehead against his, our eyes meeting before his hands dropped to my sides, his gaze then darting to the side. That's when I realized April was standing right next to us; she smiled at me as she came in for a hug, and I returned it wholeheartedly, not caring that we were in public.

"Let's go," Klaus said once April and I pulled apart. "We have to hurry."

Klaus had parked his SUV near the entrance, which meant we didn't have far to go to reach it. April opened the backseat for us, and I slipped inside with her, immediately noting Vickie's presence in the passenger seat.

"I thought I was meeting you at the parking lot?"

Klaus's eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. "I had to make sure you weren't followed; this was always the plan."

"Can we go?" Vickie asked in an annoyed tone, "Or are we going to continue to talk about plans?"

"Let's go." April confirmed, and Klaus nodded, starting the car as he drove us down a few terminals before pulling into another spot by the front.

"Are you sure about this?" April asked Klaus as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

"I'll get her." He said getting out of the car.

"He's picking up Elena here? Why is everything feeling backwards?" I asked.

"He's got everything sorted; Elena thinks she's supposed to hail a cab and go to the car rental place a few miles up the road and meet us there."

"Clearly that's not happening."

"Klaus figured it was best to keep everything this way, that way less time second-guessing and more time to get us to Mystic Falls," April said beside me before giving my hand a squeeze. "It's really great to see you."

I smiled, squeezing her hand back. "It's good to see you too," I told her before glancing down at her baggy clothes. "Uh, sweetie, have you, um, lost a little—"

"So not even a word about my being here, Care Bear?" Vickie said from her seat in the front, turning around to look at me, "I mean, that's kind of rude."

"Thank you." I told her and meant it.

Vickie glanced briefly at April before looking back at me. "You're welcome."

"It's been so long since we've talked," April started. "You look great."

"We have, but that's a conversation for another time," I said to April before turning my attention to Vickie. "Are there any other plans I've not been filled in on?"

"Nope, Klaus said keeping this from you was enough of a hassle for you to deal with."

So Klaus had come up with an alternative plan for our arrival destination, but that was all he was willing to change without my knowledge. I appreciated how difficult it must have been for him to do that, considering our already fragile trust issues.

"There's a lot of work to be done when we get to Mystic Falls." I said, and April nodded in agreement.

"Here we go," Vickie said.

As I sat beside April in the SUV, I couldn't help but let my gaze linger on Elena as she emerged from the airport. She looked radiant, exuding a certain glow that seemed to light up even the dreary airport surroundings. Her outfit was simple yet sophisticated—a deep blue blouse that complemented her eyes and a pair of perfectly fitted jeans. The gentle breeze played with her hair, sending silky strands cascading around her face like a halo. She paused, surprise and perhaps a hint of delight flickering across her features as she spotted Klaus waiting for her.

Klaus, with his characteristic charm, removed his hat with a flourish before reaching up to tenderly caress Elena's cheek. It was a gesture so intimate, so charged with unspoken affection, that a pang of jealousy twisted within me. Elena's eyes softened, her lips curving into a smile that was both shy and warm. The way she leaned slightly into his touch made it clear that she wasn't just tolerating his affection; she was welcoming it.

April turned away, offering me a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, as if trying to shield herself from the scene unfolding before us. But I couldn't tear my eyes away. Vickie, seated next to me, shared my voyeuristic fascination, her eyes narrowing slightly as she observed the interaction. When Klaus pulled Elena into an embrace, it was as though time slowed down. They fit together seamlessly, as if they were two pieces of a puzzle finally snapping into place. The hug lingered, longer than I was comfortable with, each second feeling like an eternity as I watched Elena close her eyes and surrender to the moment. When Klaus finally kissed her cheek, twice no less, it was as though he was staking a claim, pulling her even closer to him.

"Looks like someone's got a new favorite," Vickie commented, her gaze fixed on the scene. "She might be your sister wife, but that girl is now some serious competition for you both." She reminded me with a slight smirk.

"We don't talk like that," April said.

"Why us and not you too?" I challenged her knowing full well she felt an attraction for Klaus.

"Because I'm not in the same position as you two are in."

"And how's that?" I asked her.

Vickie smirked. "Because I don't see Elena Gilbert as competition for me," she said. "I know what I've got in store for myself when this barrier is up."

"And what's that?"

"A future with Klaus Mikaelson."

Elena made her way to the car, and Klaus held the door open for her.

"Hey," she greeted us, a smile on her face. "God, I missed you so much," she said as she wrapped her arms around April, who now sat in the middle of the backseat between Elena and me.

"You look great," I told Elena before we embraced.

From the corner of my eye, I watched Klaus slide back into the front seat and how he whispered something into Vickie's ear that made her smirk before she leaned back into her seat.

"Let's go," he said, glancing back at us through the rearview mirror before looking over at Elena. "Ready?" He asked her, and she nodded.

We began to drive away from the airport and toward our last time in Mystic Falls.

I watched Klaus as he continued to scan his mirrors, ensuring we weren't followed; he was protective of us, and it showed more in actions than it did in words in that moment.

"So have you been in New York all this time?" I asked Elena as I buckled my seatbelt.

"I wanted, to, uh, be close to Jeremy," she said before she looked in Klaus's direction, his eyes upon her in the mirror again. "But he didn't know I was there."

"And today you saw Tyler?" April asked.

Elena nodded, his jaw tightening. "Like it was some sort of nightmare, but yeah, if he hadn't been across the street at the time, he might have been able to catch me."

"Oh my," April shook her head. "I can't, no I don't, forget I asked."

"It's okay, April," Elena said softly before she turned her attention to me. "How's everything going for you?" Her eyes looked down at April's clothes, taking note just as I had imagined.

"I'm fine, I'm—"

"She's fine." Vickie interrupted, cutting through the conversation with her usual abruptness.

"Yes, I'm fine," April echoed, her voice calm yet slightly defensive.

Elena, sensing the underlying tension, offered a comforting smile to April, dismissing Vickie's rudeness as she focused her attention on me. "And where were you?" she inquired, her eyes steady and curious.

"Where was I?" I repeated, somewhat taken aback by her question. "How did you know I was gone?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

Elena's expression faltered ever so slightly, and she bit the corner of her lip, possibly caught off guard by my persistence. It seemed like she was hiding something, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"How did you know I was gone?" I asked again, seeking clarity.

Elena glanced over at Klaus in the mirror, her reflection betraying a momentary lapse of confidence, before turning her gaze back to me. "It doesn't matter," she replied, trying to steer the conversation away from my questions. "You're here now, and we need to focus on the task at hand."

"What's going on? Why did you two just— I started to ask, my frustration creeping into my voice.

"We can talk about it later," Elena interrupted, her tone firm yet evasive.

She seemed eager to avoid the conversation, but I wasn't ready to drop it. "No, there's plenty of time now," I insisted, noticing April shift uncomfortably between us, her head ducked as if trying to avoid the brewing confrontation.

From the front seat, Vickie let out an exasperated sigh. "The jig is up; just tell them," she said, her voice carrying a hint of impatience. I turned my attention back to Elena, who remained uncharacteristically silent, her eyes wide with uncertainty.

Vickie looked over her shoulder at me, her expression one of mild disdain. "Do you really think you're the only one I visited?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "You really do put yourself on a pedestal sometimes," she added with a sarcastic edge.

I kept my gaze fixed on Elena, who began to nod slowly. "It's true," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Vickie came to New York."

"How did you know how to find her?" I asked, puzzled by the revelation.

"Same way I found you, through your family. Klaus paid all that money to protect your mom, and the other payment went out that same day. Since then, that same account has been making regular deposits, all traced back to New York," she said, pausing to smirk at Klaus. "So, I took someone's money," she added, her smile widening as she glanced at Klaus, "and I went to find little Miss Second Wife."

"But why?" I asked, struggling to understand the motives behind her actions.

Vickie shrugged nonchalantly. "Figured she'd be easier to convince into coming back, but—"

"I told her that I wanted to stay," Klaus interjected, her voice firm with resolve.

"When was this?" I asked, trying to piece together the timeline.

"Right before I came to see you in Montana, obviously," Vickie replied, her tone laced with impatience.

April cleared her throat before reaching behind her into the trunk and pulling out a familiar binder, which she handed over to Elena. "You better start going through this. There's a lot of it," she advised.

"What is this?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"The plan," April replied simply.

"It's not the full plan," Klaus chimed in, glancing at us through the mirror. "It's the spell, and what else must be done tonight? But the real plan, that's up to all of us."

For the next ten minutes or so, April and I caught up with one another, discussing the tasks we would have to tackle once we returned to Utah after the time jump. As we spoke, I found myself frequently glancing towards the front seats, observing Klaus and Vickie deep in conversation. I couldn't help but wonder what exactly they were discussing with such intensity. When Elena finally closed the binder, she hugged it to her chest, a contemplative look on her face, and ran a hand through her hair, as if pondering the weight of the information within.

"It's a lot to take in; I kept going through it on the plane here." April said when she noted Elena's unease.

"Klaus?" Elena said, and he glanced at her, "Is this right? The part where it says the more people involved within a barrier spell will strengthen its core?"

"That's why I'm here." Vickie said.

"Klaus?" Elena repeated more firmly.

"Yes, it's correct," he confirmed with a nod. "Why?"

Elena looked from him to us, her expression slightly anxious, before she looked back at the mirror to him. "Klaus, if this is right," she paused to gulp, only strengthening my own unease as the anticipation consumed me, "Klaus, I think you should ask Bonnie to be your wife."

Klaus immediately slammed his foot on the brake, causing all of us to jolt forward, our seat belts locking. His eyes were wide with shock, his mouth agape, as if he were struggling to find the right words.

"Oh my god, did we hit something?" April asked, looking out the window behind her.

Vickie looked back at Elena. "Are you insane? There's already four of us for him to deal with, and now you want to add another?"

"Elena, I thought you didn't want—" April started.

"I thought so too," Elena said softly as she looked away. "But now that I know what I know now about the risks Damon and Tyler are willing to take, I can't leave her behind with them."

Klaus unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, slamming his door shut. Vickie followed him.

I glanced over at April before I too unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car. We were in the middle of an empty highway with no one around, so we weren't really blocking traffic, but I was concerned about Klaus. April and I walked to the front of the car, standing a few feet behind Klaus and Vickie before Elena got out of the car.

"Elena, I know you mean well, but we can't even entertain that idea." I told her.

"Yeah, we can't add another person to the mix," April added. "It would be so stressful for her to decide that in a single night—"

"We all decided it in a single night." Elena interrupted her.

"Yes, but Bonnie isn't us; she doesn't," I glanced over at Klaus, who had his back to us. "You know, she can't even be in the same room as him."

"And if we don't do this, then she'll be stuck with Damon and Tyler for life," Elena argued. "The more people we have, the stronger the barrier will be."

"But Elena, think about it," April paused. "Well, think about it financially; Klaus would have to buy another house too, and that one next to Vickie's has like seven bedrooms; remember we saw that online?" She shook her head. "You can't ask him to fork out that much money; he's already got so much going on in his head."

Vickie began to move towards us, crossing her arms as Klaus took a few more steps from us.

"Bonnie Bennett? Really? Does she even know about vampires?"

"Bonnie's a witch." I told her.

Vickie rolled her eyes. "Shut up, no she's not."

"Yes, she is," I argued. "She's a witch just like her mom and her grams."

"Who's grams?" Vickie asked me.

I frowned. "Her grandma, Elena, tell her."

"Bonnie's a witch; I've seen her magic with my own eyes," Elena confirmed, and Vickie shook her head. "Trust me, she's saved us more times than I can count."

Vickie smirked, "Sooo, if she's so great, how come you three left her behind?"

The three of us looked down at the ground, unable to answer.

"That's what I thought," Vickie said. "You can't ask Klaus to bring her here because you feel guilty about leaving her behind; it doesn't work like that."

"It's not about guilt; she can't be around Tyler or Damon anymore. It's about her safety."

"If she's a witch, surely she can kick ass herself?" Vickie argued, "Besides, do you think she'll be open to the idea of being in Utah?"

"You got on board pretty quick." Elena pointed out and Vickie glared at her before turning away.

"I'm sure if you explain things to her, she'll come around," April suggested. "She might be upset at first, but once you make her understand that she'll be safer with us, I'm sure she'll agree."

I turned to April. "You changed your tune quick."

"It's not about me; it's about Bonnie," April said. "I mean, from what I remember, she was always a good person, and if you think she's not safe there, then…" April looked over at Vickie and attempted a smile before she looked between Elena and me. "We already know the three of us can handle... newcomers. So, maybe we should consider this?"

Klaus turned around to face us; he was clearly still pissed. "What is this, a democracy now? Are we taking votes on things? Is that what's happening right now?" he asked, his eyes darting between each of us as we stood frozen in place. "Let me make one thing very clear to all of you: the plan is to get to our destination and finish what we started, and no one," he paused as he stepped closer, his eyes locking with mine, "no one else will be involved."

"But we could make it stronger if—" Elena started.

"No." Klaus said cutting Elena off.

"She's not safe there, just like we weren't," April said softly. "Isn't it worth considering?"

Klaus kept his attention fixed on her for a moment, for a long moment, before he looked over at me and took a few steps away, distancing himself from us. I looked to the three of them before I began making my way towards him, stopping at his side before I slipped my hand into his. He glanced over at me but didn't say a word.

"Klaus," I said softly, "Elena's right; she won't be safe there, you know that."

"Don't tell me what—"

"Okay, alright." I kept my hand in his as I moved in front of him, looking up into his eyes. "I'm not telling you what to do, but you can't tell me you don't know it's right. That's why you can't look at me right now," I said, and he looked down at the ground. "And you can't look at Elena either," I added before I glanced back at her. "I'm not saying that it's possible; it might even be the opposite, and she might say no."

"Caroline," Klaus said in a low voice.

"Just hear me out for a second, okay?" I said, and he looked up at me again. "I know you're mad right now, and I'm not trying to add to your stress, but you have to think about this. We have to think about this; we have to do what's best for everyone."

Klaus sighed heavily, pulling me to him. "And if she says yes?" he asked as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

I rested my forehead against his. "It'll probably be twice as difficult and awkward as we're all probably imagining right now." I whispered, "But we can do it together if she says yes." I added.

"If she says yes, she's agreeing to—"

"Before we left," I said as I brought my hand up to his cheek, "were you ever attracted to her?"

"I'm not about to—"

"I'm your wife," I said, caressing his cheek. "Say it."

"You're my wife," he whispered. "My first wife."

"And I love you more than I ever thought I'd ever love anyone," I said as he leaned his forehead against mine. "And I will understand if you don't want to do this, but not if you don't answer my question first."

I closed my eyes as he brought his forehead to mine. "Yes, I did, on occasion," he admitted, and I smiled despite the tightening in my chest. "But this is an impossible—"

"If she says no, she says no," I said, pulling away from him. "But at least we'll know in our hearts that we tried to help her."

"And when the shield goes up, her memories—"

"Will go with it, just like it says in the binder; that's what the strength of additional people does the spell," I said, glancing over my shoulder at Vickie, who was leaning against the car hood, before I looked up at him. "That's something we wouldn't have been able to do before."

"Are you a believer in destiny now, Mrs. Mikaelson?"

I smiled despite the ache in my stomach over the idea of having another woman in my life to be jealous over spending time with Klaus.

"Do you have any idea how much I love you right now?" He asked me.

"No," I whispered, "But I would like to find out if you'll show me."

"It's gonna take me the whole night," he smirked before he looked back at the three of them.

"Well, you better hope my name is on the first night of the schedule." I teased as he edged closer to me.

"It better be."

I leaned up. "Just for a second, okay? I said before bringing my lips to his in a gentle kiss.

He brought his hands up to my waist and pulled me to him, deepening the kiss.

Klaus and I parted but remained hand in hand as we headed back for the car. Klaus unlocked it, and all three of them got in as we approached. The engine roared back to life, and we were back on the road before the questions began.

"So what did you decide?" Elena asked Klaus and not me.

Klaus sighed. "You four better start getting a plan together."

"Wait, is he serious?" April asked me, "We're going to ask her? Really?"

Vickie unbuckled her belt and turned around to face us. "I won't be making a scene until ten tonight. Do you think it's even possible to get her convinced before I get out from the other side?"

I rubbed my hand down my face, feeling the weight of the situation settle in. "Alright," I said, my voice steady but firm, "We really need to come up with a solid strategy here."

"That's putting it somewhat mildly." Vickie commented, earning her a glare from Klaus.

"Ok, so when the time jump happens, we'll be returned to the memorial. Was Bonnie there that day?"

Elena closed her eyes. "No, she wasn't," she remembered opening her eyes. "She was a mess after the witches turned on her Grams for the whole black magic thing."

"I remember now." I said.

"So one of you will need to call her, get her to meet you."

Elena looked to me. "It should be you; you were amazing that night; you assured me, well, both of us," she motioned to April, "that we could do this."

April nodded in agreement. "You had everything ready that answered all my questions about the spell, then about Utah."

"Utah," I repeated, "I'll have to get all the information about the spell and the houses, and I'll need to print off details about the house for her."

"That beige house beside mine?" Vickie asked.

"So it will go, Caroline, me, Elena, you, and Bonnie," April said. "It's a lot," she said before looking forward at Klaus. "But we can do it."

"No, I just meant that place is huge," Vickie commented.

I cleared my throat and tucked my hair behind my ear. "Klaus, um, now that it's been mentioned, the house, if I remember, is around eight hundred thousand."

"We'll talk about it later." Klaus said, and I nodded.

"If we have all the details," Elena started, "that might help convince her it's a legit thing."

"Details only take us so far; it's the emotional aspect that is going to be tough for her to accept." April reminded her.

Elena nodded in agreement.

"So, I'll go to my place, but I'll do it differently this time," I said, constructing my plan. "I'll make it home from the memorial around eleven that morning; my mom never got home from her shift until late that night," I hesitated. "I'll ask her to come home that I'm locked out; I'll get her home and have her on the road for twelve."

"What about the emails about her retirement from the force?" Elena asked.

"I'll send them just before I ditch my laptop that night; that way it gives my mom almost twelve hours of a window to get out of town and put hundreds of miles between us."

"That will give you more time to convince Bonnie." April agreed.

"True, but," I scooted forward in my chair; I was directly behind Klaus in the car, "Will you be able to get her new ID set up for her arriving there?"

Klaus nodded. "Just as before, I'll have my contact leave a courier message from you stating that she left them behind accidentally," he said.

"And remember—"

"My contact will make them appear dated, I remember."

"Because her visa had—"

"The last few digits rubbed off." Klaus finished for me, and I smiled.

I leaned back in my seat, facing them. "So I'll print everything as my mom packs, and then when Bonnie comes over, I'll be ready." I looked to Elena. "I don't think you should wait more than an hour before joining us there; I think I'll need the backup."

"And I'm going to stay out of that," April said, nodding her head. "Too many cooks and all that."

"Are you sure?"

"I really am; besides, I didn't really give myself time to pack properly last time. I want to make sure I take my time this time; there's no going back after this."

"She's right," Klaus spoke then. "Keep that in mind: that night, everything you consider leaving behind, you're leaving behind forever."

Elena nodded. "I'm taking my photo albums," she said to us. "I don't care if it's noticed. There's no going back; you're right."

"I've already got a few things in mind too." I confessed.

"Well, what happens with Bonnie?" Vickie asked, and we looked her way as she shrugged, "You just tell her that you're all secret sister wives and for almost a year, a year in which Bonnie doesn't know about because she won't know about time jumps, how you planning to get around that one?"

"The truth is the best way." April said, and I agreed.

"It is," I said to Elena. "It will be difficult, but I mean it: if there's talk of keeping something from her, then let's not even do this." I said firmly.

"But it will be a lot for her to take in."

"If you think like that, then maybe you shouldn't ask her to join." Vickie said.

Elena shook her head at the thought. "No, we have to try. And Bonnie is strong; she's stronger than anyone gives her credit for."

I sighed. "So we tell her, we tell her about our decision way back when, that we left, that we have been gone, about what we've done, and even about our hardships."

"And if she can't take it, leave her behind with the psychos." Vickie said.

"Vickie!" I snapped.

"What? I'm just saying what you're all afraid to," Vickie edged forward. "If she can't accept it, if she can't deal with the idea of a new life free of all that town's drama, with the only condition to it being she has a plural marriage?" Vickie shrugged. "Then she's an idiot, and she's only herself to blame for being left."

Vickie, in her own unique, harsh yet truthful way, had just pointed out the backbone of our next move in life. There was a big chance that Bonnie wouldn't even hear us out, let alone consider entering into our lifestyle with us and becoming Klaus's fifth wife; the prospect of her saying no made my heart race, but knowing we were still going ahead with the plan regardless made me feel confident. Elena was right; we'd both had our hardships with Bonnie and our friendship with her, but we'd found forgiveness to the degree where we wanted to give her the same opportunity that we were given, a chance to start over, away from all the drama and violence of Mystic Falls.

I looked to Elena. "Okay, so before you arrive, I'll have about half an hour to discuss what's happened this whole time, the time jump, and I'll tell her about the spell too."

"Before I even get there?"

"Unless you think that's too much?" I asked.

"It will be a lot for her."

"It's kind of barely scraping the surface." April practically whispered.

I sighed heavily. "She's right; there's the offer of coming with us—"

"The houses," Elena added.

"The new identifications and severing all connections with Mystic Falls." I added.

"Klaus being the owner of her new home and the monthly allowances to each of us." April added.

"The schedule," Vickie added.

"There won't be enough time," I shook my head. "It might be impossible."

"We have to try," Elena said. "This is Bonnie we're talking about; we can't leave her behind again."

Vickie sniggered "You know she's going to have questions beyond that, she's gonna wanna know what's going on behind closed doors. Are you all ready for that?" she asked before looking between all of us including Klaus.

I could feel myself blushing and I knew Vickie was right, there would be questions about our lives together and I was sure we would all be nervous as hell.

"We'll just explain that all our marriages are private."

"Yeah that's right set her off the way you all did, the wrong way, tell her not to get jealous too while she's at it."

"Vickie's right." I said causing Elena and April to turn my way.

"What do we say to her?" Elena asked.

"The truth, it's the only way. We tell her everything and if she's with us, then she's going to have to learn to deal with that."

"Just like I did." Vickie acknowledged since none of us did.

Elena nodded "So we tell her everything and she agrees, what then?"

I shrugged "Then she joins us. And we figure out the rest when we get back home." I said.

"We can't do that, we need to be prepared."

"No we don't," I continued "We don't have to have everything mapped out, we entered our lifestyle without knowing what awaited us in Utah, this time it's like that once more."

"We're starting all over again," April said "A complete and utter re-start."

I nodded in agreement "And the second we go back, the countdown begins."

---

Elena Mikaelson

We were just a few miles outside of Mystic Falls when we pulled over at a hotel; April needed to use the restroom, and Klaus and Caroline had gone with her, leaving Vickie and me alone in the SUV. I'd been trying to find an opportune moment to speak with her, but it hadn't been easy given we'd been together up until now. I waited until I watched the three of them enter the hotel before I turned back around, facing forward once more.

"You're sleeping with him, aren't you?" Vickie asked, breaking the silence.

My blood ran cold as I stared straight ahead.

"It's okay, I get it," she continued. "Even given your rather fucked-up history, I get it," she nodded. "So how long has it been going on? From the start?"

"Of course not, it wasn't planned."

"The good ones never are, so when was it? That honeymoon you all talked about before?"

"No, not then," I rolled my eyes; there was no point in shielding the truth now. "It was the night you came back from the other side."

Vickie turned around in her seat to look back at me. "Wait, you and Klaus? In Mystic Falls?"

I nodded.

"Seriously?" she asked. "Sounds like it was a slow burn after all. Did he finally run out of patience, or—"

"It was mutual; Klaus would never do that."

"I don't know; it's not like he doesn't have a habit of doing what he wants."

I looked away from her. "I take it you two are—"

"Not yet," Vickie said as I turned back around.

"I thought maybe given how you are with one another, the whispering and—"

"He's just telling me to behave, not that I have any intention of doing so," she smirked.

I felt a weight come off my chest at the knowledge that the two of them weren't physical; I'd been so worried since we set off from the airport that something was different about him. That I had lost the connection we had shared. But now knowing that he hadn't been with anyone else only made me want to be with him more.

"Thank you for covering for me."

Vickie turned back around, facing away from me. "So, he was in New York with you?"

"Yes."

"That's how you knew Caroline and April were gone."

"He told me then." I confirmed.

"Speaking of telling, you better tell Caroline and the little one soon."

"I know, it's just difficult."

"No, you're making it difficult, typical Elena Gilbert, making mountains out of molehills," she looked back at me. "It's just sex; what's the big deal? He's your husband."

"...But he's not only mine."

Vickie sighed and turned to face me, making sure I was looking into her eyes as she spoke. "Let me be clear about something: just because I know you're sleeping with him won't stop me wanting his head between my legs."

I felt the heat rising to my cheeks. "Well, there's nothing I can do to stop you, but I doubt that Klaus would—"

"And that right there is what I'm talking about," Vickie said, shaking her head. "You're still so naive; trust me, he wants me."

"Oh, he told you that, did he?"

"Yes."

With just one word, I was silenced.

Vickie smirked. "Oh yeah, he did," she leaned in closer to me. "He wants me, and soon he's gonna get me."

I wanted to cry, I could feel the tears stinging at my eyes. "You can't—"

"I can," she said, interrupting me, "but he won't, because he's a decent man despite his dark side," she continued. "You all might shy from it, but I am going to be inviting the man and the beast into my bed."

"He's not going to—"

"He's slept in my bed while you were all gone feeling sorry for yourselves," she held my gaze. "Kept getting erections in his sleep; that's what I call a strong attraction." She smiled before turning back around in her seat.

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to try and steady my racing heart. I'd been gone a month; he hadn't touched Vickie, but he'd told her he wanted her. Had she just told me that my husband had cheated on me? It didn't feel like it; we'd known about Vickie before we left. I guess this was the way any plural wife felt when their husband was dating another woman that might join the family. Why was I alright with the idea of him talking to her, flirting with her even, but the idea of them being physical made me want to cry?

"So I just wanted to make that clear: when he's my husband, when it's my night, I'm going to be a wife; despite whatever you all have with him, it won't hold any power in my house."

"You have no idea the relationships he has with us—"

"No, Elena, you have no idea how little I care about the relationship he has with you. Set some boundaries and get some dignity," she said, angering me further. "If you're too much of a little pushover to tell your seemingly best friends that you're sleeping with someone, then maybe you need to address that with yourself before you spread your legs again."

I got out of the car in that moment; I couldn't be around her because, as much as it pained me greatly to admit it.

Vickie was right.

---

April Mikaelson

After drying my hands, I made my way out of the restroom and back into the bustling bar area, where the nearest restrooms were located close to the entrance. I scanned the lively crowd and spotted Klaus at the bar, his eyes meeting mine. I smiled warmly at him before weaving through the throng of people to join him.

"Where's Caroline?" I asked as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in closer.

"Outside, are you ready?" he inquired, his voice gentle yet firm.

I hesitated for a moment, biting my lower lip. "Uh, could you buy me something to drink? I don't have any money on me right now."

Klaus smiled, an expression that always seemed to carry a hint of reassurance. "Sweetheart, you don't have to ask," he replied, making me smile back at him, feeling a bit more at ease.

"I'll pay you back, I promise. Could I get a water?" I requested, wanting to quench my thirst.

Klaus's brows furrowed slightly as he regarded me with curiosity. "What do you really want?" he asked, his gaze searching mine.

I looked away briefly, feeling a bit self-conscious. "April?"

"Could I get a Coke, please?" I finally admitted, my voice almost a whisper.

He nodded and waved down the bartender, placing the order for my drink. He paid the bartender, then handed me the glass, which I took eagerly, sipping through the straw with relief.

Klaus kissed the top of my head, a gesture that always filled me with warmth, and I closed my eyes, savoring the moment as I drank.

"Do you think we can stay here for a few minutes?" I asked softly.

Klaus raised an eyebrow, curious. "Did you want to?"

"Yeah," I replied, looking up into his eyes, "Just until I gather my courage again."

Klaus leaned down, his voice barely audible as he whispered in my ear. "What's going on?"

I smiled gently, trying to reassure him. "It's not Bonnie if that's your concern," I assured him.

"It was," he admitted, his gaze softening as he studied my face. "What do you think?"

"...I like the idea of helping people," I confessed, my voice thoughtful.

"That's not what I asked," he pressed, his tone gentle but insistent.

"I think, I really think she's going to say yes," I replied, a hint of hope in my voice.

"Again, not what I asked?" Klaus pulled me closer, his presence comforting.

"I'm just, I'm so embarrassed that," I hesitated, letting out a sigh, "Is it strange that I don't mind the idea of her joining the family? Does that mean I've got, like, the worst self-esteem on the planet?"

"No, sweetheart," Klaus said, shaking his head with a soft smile, "not at all."

"Don't you want to judge me a little? For being alright with someone else joining us?" I asked him as I took another sip of my Coke.

Klaus shook his head firmly. "No, not even a little."

"Why not? Don't you ever wonder if I have issues? Am I alright with this lifestyle because of my past or something? Because I was so alone for so long?"

"I think that's all things you and I will work on," he reassured me, his voice steady and calm.

I shook my head slightly. "I know that sort of thing isn't comfortable for you; we don't have to pretend. We never have."

"I'm not pretending," he replied, his eyes sincere.

"Okay," I conceded.

"I am serious," he said, looking down at me with a soft intensity. "I will always be the one for you."

I smiled brightly, feeling a rush of affection. "You're just saying that."

Klaus smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. "Why would I bother lying to you about that? Or anything else?"

"I guess because you're comfy with me; you and I don't have what you have with," I paused, glancing around to ensure we weren't being overheard. "You know who else," I whispered.

"I seem to recall a few moments of connections," he teased.

"Shhh, that was on our honeymoon," I reminded him, a blush creeping onto my cheeks.

"And the park," he added with a chuckle.

"Okay," I blushed deeper as I finished my drink, "But things will be changing about that too."

Klaus took my glass from my hands, placing it on the counter, all while holding my gaze steady.

My smile faltered slightly. "I mean if you want it too?"

"April?"

"We don't have to; should I not have said that?" I asked, feeling my cheeks glow bright red.

Klaus reached out, cupping my cheek with tenderness. "I have every intention of doing things with you that I can't even say aloud for fear you'll—"

I buried my face in my hands, flustered. "Oh my god," I whispered.

"Don't do that. Look at me, now Mrs. Mikaelson," he urged softly.

I slowly moved my hands away from my face, meeting his gaze. "I'm so embarrassed right now."

"Are you sure?" he asked gently.

"We'll be married in a few hours, so I was thinking, I mean, only if you thought it was possible, and only if you didn't mind and it wasn't such a big ask, then maybe we could—"

Klaus placed his finger on my nose like a doorbell, silencing me with a playful gesture.

I looked up at him, hopeful. "Maybe we could all have our honeymoon a little earlier? Maybe a few days after we get to Utah?"

Klaus held my face in his hands, his expression serious yet filled with warmth. "Are you sure?"

I nodded, feeling a sense of resolve. "I think, I think that if I didn't, I'd be kicking myself, and I don't know how long you're going to be waiting, and I want to spend time with you. If you still want to?"

"I'd love nothing more," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Really?" I asked, my voice tinged with hope.

He nodded before leaning down and pressing his lips against mine in a tender kiss, from which I quickly pulled away, feeling the eyes of the room on us.

"We're in public," I reminded him, making him laugh softly as he kept his arms around me. We left the hotel together, the bustling night air wrapping around us.

I couldn't believe it; in less than a week from now, I would be giving Klaus my virginity.

---

Caroline Mikaelson

Since we'd hit a bit of traffic after stopping at the hotel, we pulled into the first gas station we could find, and Klaus stepped out, leaving us alone once more as we continued to go over the plan. Time hadn't been on our side the first time we did this; now this was the last, and we had to ensure that everything was done precisely right.

"This is going to be so difficult for her," I said, imagining poor Bonnie going through what we did. "If she does come with us, she'll have to pack up everything she's ever known just like we did." I said.

Vickie sighed. "On the subject of well, nothing at all really," she paused. "But there's only a few more miles to town, and since you're all going to be on your to-do list from the second that happens," she continued, "It's better that I tell you this now, especially while he's distracted."

"Tell us what?" April asked.

"The reason Klaus brought me to Utah, I assume you're all more than a bit curious. Even after all this time."

"Yes," Elena said.

"Curious putting it very mildly." I added

"It's because of a threat. I told Klaus that his mother would make it impossible for you all to have children. I told him that, and he believed me because, well, his mother was a beast, if that's not putting it mildly," she mocked me. "Anyway, that's the reason he kept his mouth shut. He wanted all of you to be able to have children."

"Why are you telling us this now?" Elena asked.

"Because Bonnie, all day long, it's been honesty this and honesty that; it's supposed to be good for the soul." Vickie said.

"So you're finally telling the truth? Is that all of it?"

"Nope, if you want the whole truth, then I should also mention I knew you were all married; no one had to tell me. On the other side, I was standing in the forest that night watching you all, the blood, the chant; I caught it all."

"You saw our ceremony?" April asked.

"Like an uninvited guest, yeah, I was there. That's the only reason I knew about the barrier, how I knew where to find the gap. You all made it with that spell; you ripped a gap to the other side. That's why he feels like he has to be the one to close it."

"So how come no one has stepped through it since?"

"It was only open that one moment from the strength of your spell breaking due to the time jump; that's how he knows the exact time I'll be coming out of it." That's how he'll know where to seal the gap and therefore—

"Closing the other side off completely." Elena said.

"I can't believe you did that to him," I said in disgust. "So you heard us talking about wanting kids in the future with Klaus that night, and you used that as a weapon to get yourself into this family."

"We've all done worse. Don't act above me; I'll soon bring you down to earth," Vickie continued, "And you know that's a certainty."

April leaned forward in her seat between us. "Are you sorry you did it?" she asked.

"Nope."

"You really are a—"

"A bitch, I know, I know, I've heard it before."

"I can't keep having these arguments." I said.

"We're not exactly the united unit we want Bonnie to see us as." April said.

Silence quickly followed; April was at times very naive, but she wasn't stupid, and she knew what we were dealing with here. She was right; this was absolutely the worst version of how sister wives should be.

"How do we fix this?" I asked.

"Well, if you want my opinion, it's an easy solution."

"Go ahead." April encouraged.

Vickie shrugged. "Stop this boundaries talk; some day you might all be sleeping with Klaus," she paused to look back at us, her expression firm. "All of you will be sleeping with him; you have to know that by now, and when you do, it's going to be so awkward. If you're all acting like the three virginal maidens, it's not going to work."

"And what would?" Elena asked.

"If you don't want to talk about sex with him, fine, then set that as your whatever, red zone or boundary or whatever you want to call it, but with everything else going on, you have all got to start talking, because you don't even realize what the hell is going on around you."

"And what's that?"

Vickie looked between us. Her expression softening slightly, but she rolled her eyes still before she said, "You don't realize that there's only ever going to be us," she continued. "You're never going to have friends that know you're plural wives; it's against the law, and because we won't age, Utah won't always be a home base either. You'll only ever have each other to complain about him too, to help each other deal with him, and that's what none of you geniuses have realized."

"We're all we've got." Elena said.

Vickie tossed her hands in the air as if saying, Ding, ding, ding!" "Finally the penny drops, so get over yourselves, because I am not going to be sitting in awkward silence every single time one of us is having an argument with him, talk about him, break those fucking rules you set for yourselves, and realize for once that you're going to have to deal with jealousy; it's not going anywhere."

"You're right; we all have to get over ourselves."

"That's all I'm saying." Vickie turned back around in her seat.

"And we will; it's just a lot to get used to." Elena added.

"Well, you're about to have an entire day to yourselves," Vickie huffed. "Might I suggest that while packing up your suitcases and erasing your DNA, you also take, I don't know, five minutes to get yourself on board with your own life choices?"

I ran my hand through my hair, watching as Klaus finished buying for the gas. "How's he going to handle building an empire and being married to potentially five women?" I asked.

"Because he's Klaus Mikaelson," April said, causing all of us to look her way as she looked forward at Klaus. "He's the only man who can."

---

Elena Mikaelson

As we approached the outskirts of the town, a place we all hoped never to see again, Klaus guided the car into a secluded, densely forested area. The car's windows were tinted, an intentional choice to ensure we remained hidden, concealed from any prying eyes that might stumble upon us. Inside the car, there was a mutual, unspoken agreement: none of us would venture outside. Klaus, ever perceptive, seemed to sense the unease radiating from April. He understood that any unnecessary movement could escalate her already fraught nerves, and the last thing we needed was to fragment our group before the impending time jump. We had meticulously crafted our strategy for the day and night ahead. Every detail had been scrutinized, discussed, and verified repeatedly by each of us. Klaus, as he drove us closer to our unwanted destination, had been as much a part of these discussions as we were. Despite the thorough planning, I felt a gnawing unease as the miles between us and the town dwindled to a mere ten. It took everything in me to maintain my composure, pretending a calmness I did not feel.

Through the rearview mirror, Klaus and I exchanged quick, furtive glances, an unspoken conversation passing between us. Vickie, now privy to our deepest secret, held a power over us that she had chosen not to wield. In her hands, our secret could have been a formidable weapon, capable of unraveling everything. Yet, she had kept it close, her reasons her own, leaving us to wonder whether this restraint was an act of mercy or part of a larger, hidden agenda. The air inside the car felt thick, charged with the weight of unspoken words and the looming unknown that lay just beyond the trees.

We had made the decision not to follow the same path as before. Caroline, April, and I had resolved that faking our deaths was not an option this time. We realized there was no justification for such an elaborate deception; it would only add complexity to an already extensive list of tasks we needed to manage. After many discussions, considering both advantages and disadvantages, we ultimately concluded that it was in our best interest to avoid repeating certain elements of our initial escape plan.

Previously, we had chosen this route to give our families and friends a sense of closure, allowing them to move forward without the constant fear that we had been forcefully taken from them. However, with valuable insights from Vickie, who provided straightforward yet enlightening perspectives, we came to understand a new possibility. There was a chance that someday in the future, we might encounter one of our loved ones once more. If that day ever came, we were confident we could work through the situation together. Until that moment arrived, we remained firmly committed to our current plans, united in our resolve to move forward with a sense of shared purpose and understanding.

"Okay, so we won't see you again until tonight in the forest, right?" April asked Klaus.

"It will reduce the risk; besides, the more I'm seen in the town that day, the less they'll suspect I was involved in your disappearances."

April looked out the windows, shaking her head, her skin white as marble. "I hate being back here."

"Let's just run through this one last time." Caroline edged forward in our somewhat circular meeting within the car. "Klaus does the time jump spell beneath the gap; we all go back to the date of the memorial," Caroline looked to April. "You go with Jeremy and Matt; they drop you at your place, and you—"

"I thank them; I'm supposed to be compelled; I act a little spacey, but I thank them for bringing me home and tell them I'm tired." April continued, "I don't start anything for at least twenty minutes, enough to make sure they don't swing by to check on me on their way to the wake."

Caroline nodded. "And from there—"

"From there I've got the entire day to get everything packed up, keeping the curtains drawn so no one can look in. I'll have everything packed and ready by the front door, then I'll meet you guys for the barrier spell; hopefully Bonnie will be with you," she stopped to muster a smile. "Then I get back to my place, and I get to your house for two that morning."

"Cutting two hours off our time is going to make things more difficult for us," I noted. "It means less time for convincing Bonnie and cleaning up."

"I plan to leave town at midnight, just as I did last time. Consider yourselves lucky that I've agreed to the two additional hours." Klaus said.

Caroline looked to Vickie, "So the gap will open for you at ten? That's right, isn't it?"

"Ten, so you should all be there before that, having all that stuff you had ready the last time."

"The cast iron pot and things, I remember," I nodded along.

"And if Bonnie doesn't agree," April said, "her memories of Caroline and Elena telling her about Utah, they'll be gone too, right?"

"Completely," Klaus said, glancing at Vickie. "It turns out having additional people is the only thing that allows for such specificity."

"So if Bonnie comes with us, then she'll know about all of this, but if she doesn't, she'll only remember a vague idea of Utah, but she won't remember what we said specifically." April clarified.

"Exactly," I said.

April ran her hand through her hair, letting out a deep sigh. "This is so complicated."

"Only if we let it be," Caroline said before looking my way. "So you'll give me two hours from when you see me leave the memorial before heading to mine?"

"Stefan," I said before glancing over at Klaus, who refused to meet my gaze, so I looked back to her. "He'll drive me home from the church. I was such a mess that day he gave me space and told me to get some sleep, that he'd be at the wake for a few hours if I changed my mind."

"And as for Damon and Tyler, they'll have no clue as to the time jump," Klaus glanced ahead at the trees. "The area we performed the spell in hasn't been harmed; they would have needed to burn every square inch of the ground beneath it to ensure it."

I nodded. "So Tyler is still in New York without a clue." I said.

"Technically yes, but in about ten minutes he's going to be in front of us, or at least the old version of him is," Caroline sighed. "Okay," she seemed to hesitate, her lips pressing together before she looked between us all. "Do we say—"

"No goodbyes," April tensed her grip on her knees. "It's just a few hours; that's all it is."

"And remember, if Bonnie says no, if she tells us she's going to tell the others," Caroline paused, her expression stern, "Then I'll send the 'Go' message."

"Which translates to all of us remaining outside the tomb just within a two-minute walk from where the barrier spell will be performed," Klaus said. "If she says no, then we remain there until two minutes to ten, Vickie crosses to the other side, we put up the barrier, and we leave town."

That was our agreement: if Bonnie freaked out and didn't want Utah, then it meant she could go to Stefan and the others, and we couldn't have them find us. The tomb was the only place protected by another barrier; even if Bonnie used a locator spell, it would bounce back. It was just a backup plan, one I hoped we wouldn't have to use. After all, the idea to bring Bonnie into our family had been my idea, so I wanted her to be with us, but the choice was hers, and I had to accept that.

Caroline smiled. "No matter what, come two o'clock, Klaus will already be on the way to Utah, and the four of us will be climbing into the station wagon."

"Utah," April said, reminding us of our shared focus.

I recalled her saying that, that exact thing, all those months ago. She got our heads into the proper mindset way back when, and she'd just done it all over again. No matter what, we were going to be married again tonight, and we would be back on the road home by two a.m. All we had to do was endure one day in Mystic Falls, and then we would be able to begin again. Everything would change when we got back to Utah; if Bonnie joined us, I was going to make sure she was set up well and comfortable from the first day, but beyond that I was going to be starting a new chapter. A chapter in which I stopped pretending like I didn't know what I wanted for my life or who I wanted to be with.

When we got back to Utah, I planned to tell Caroline and April that I was sleeping with Klaus.

---

Caroline Mikaelson

Klaus left the car armed with the chant he needed to perform the time jump spell and the other spell to strengthen the time jump by sending the worst sprits from the other side into the darkness where they belonged. He paused just ahead of the car and glanced over his shoulder towards us, a soft smile appearing on his lips. All I wanted was to know what he was thinking in that moment and which one of us was at the forefront of his thoughts. Before our separation I wouldn't have brushed off a thought like that, but now everything, absolutely everything, feels different. I wasn't going to lie to myself that I was jealous of his other relationships; what I was going to focus on, however, was our relationship, what we had to embrace, and habits we just had to let die once and for all. I wasn't the same girl who left this town; I was so far from her it was insane. I wasn't ashamed of being a plural wife, and tonight when I married Klaus again, even if that meant Bonnie being another potential wife, despite my nerves about that, I welcomed the possibility of change.

"He said it will only take a few minutes," Elena said as we all watched Klaus disappear behind the trees, moving further into the forest. "It's going to be okay."

"It's just like the first time; no one will know anything, suspect anything is amiss," I said before glancing at April. "No matter what, like no matter what, we're on our way back to Utah in less than fourteen hours from now."

April nodded, but her attention was fixed on Vickie. "Hey, are you okay? I mean the idea of the other side—

"I'm fine," Vickie sighed. "It's not like I haven't died before; besides, I can't do anything about it now." She looked away from us, her expression hardening as she stared out the window. "The sooner he finishes with the spell, the better."

I reached for April's hand, giving it a quick squeeze. "You heard what he said: the spirits that cause chaos will be sent to the darkness. That strengthens the time jump, and then when Vickie and," "possibly Bonnie too, join us there, then our shield will be stronger than ever," I looked to Elena. "We just need to get through today."

Elena tucked her hair behind her ear, her eyes on the back of the passenger seat. "Vickie, I wanted to say thank you for everything you've done for us."

"Me too." April quickly chimed in.

"Yeah," I added, "You helped all of us through a really dark—"

"Can we save the mushy stuff for another time? You all should be focusing; you're about to shoot through time, and I'm about to go back into the other side."

"What's it like in there?" April asked.

"It's great; there's a mint on my pillow every night."

"Give her a break; she's tired."

"Well, what's coming next isn't going to be a walk in the park."

Suddenly, a blur obscured my vision, preventing me from seeing them clearly. Instinctively, I closed my eyes as a flash of bright light burst forth, yet it was strangely devoid of any discomfort. When I reopened my eyes, I was greeted by the sound of voices and the scuffling of shoes on the asphalt. There I stood, returned to my hometown, gazing up at the familiar facade of Mystic Falls Church. It was disorienting; there was no time to process the abrupt shift. I had to avoid even the briefest pause that might betray my bewilderment to those around me. Klaus had accomplished it—his time jump spell had worked. We had been transported back eight months, landing precisely on the day we got married and left Mystic Falls for good.

I steadied myself and discreetly tucked my hair behind my ear, making sure to maintain a composed demeanor. My eyes darted over to Elena. As she shifted her clutch from her right hand to her left, I knew this was the signal we had devised together, indicating she was alright and everything was proceeding as planned. Even the slightest nod could attract unwanted attention, so we had agreed to keep our gestures minimal.

This also meant Vickie was now hiding out on the other side as the worst spirits over there began to disappear in split seconds.

Turning toward my car, I cleverly used the window's reflection to observe Tyler, who sat in the back of an ambulance while his mother spoke with paramedics. He remained unaware of our presence, and after today, he would continue to be. By tomorrow, our friends would realize we had vanished. We would leave no goodbye letters, no fabricated tragedies, and no false accusations; we intended to erase our presence entirely. Our plans involved thoroughly cleaning our homes, removing every trace of our existence, and making it impossible for anyone to track us through any means. The barrier spell would protect us after tonight, but we assured Klaus that cleaning our homes felt appropriate. It symbolized our final departure from the places we grew up in and was our way of supporting Klaus's efforts in facilitating our escape. Klaus was doing so much for us, ensuring our path to a new beginning was secure.

Tonight, we were taking everything with us, our photo albums, cherished possessions, and keepsakes. We were starting anew, building a home and a life that would be sustained by our shared love, including our memories. A utility trailer was stored alongside the Baker family's garage. I remembered seeing it when I went there that night to take the station wagon, thinking how useful it would be if we were taking more things with us. That entire night had been a rush, not that I regretted it to this day; I thought we managed it beautifully, but a trailer would be perfect for us now. We had to keep in mind that the town curfew was in place. Driving to everyone's houses and picking them up during curfew was risky. The girls would make their way to my house, carrying everything they wanted to bring in any way they could.

We weren't treating tonight like an escape; it was a carefully crafted farewell to the lives others had imagined for us rather than what we discovered worked best for us as individuals.

With Tyler and Stefan occupied, I glanced across the grounds to the area beside the church. As before, April was with Matt and Jeremy. When our eyes met, she scratched her knee, giving me her signal that she was okay. I exhaled slowly, trying to relax. This was a marathon, not a sprint. I wasted no time; we had to stick to our schedule, which meant I had to get moving immediately. I retrieved my car keys, got in, and started the engine, letting a few cars go ahead to allow traffic to flow smoothly. I didn't look back at Elena or April; there would be no discussion, no secret nods. Our signals were done, and I knew they were okay. Now, I had to start my part of the plan.

Time was against us, but as I left the grounds and drove onto residential streets, a smile gradually formed on my lips. Knowing that tomorrow I would be home in Utah once more, that Klaus and I would be together again, and that I would reclaim my role as his first wife filled me with joy. I would begin college in less than a month, redecorate my home with a fresh, warm look, and hopefully plan a honeymoon for all of us. Our barrier spell was our spiritual marriage, and that was what mattered most. This time, I wanted to do things properly as before, to make my vows to Klaus as husband and wife. All we had to do was get through today, and the rest we would figure out with the gift of time.

Returning to my old house, I paused to scan my surroundings. I hadn't been followed, nor were there any unfamiliar cars on the street or new faces to notice. I parked outside and got out, maintaining an appearance of normalcy. I couldn't be seen gazing longingly at the childhood home I might have lost to Tyler in another life. Remaining cautious felt right; it was a physical and mental reminder of all I wanted to protect from every aspect of Mystic Falls. I retrieved my keys from my bag and entered the house, tears pricking my eyes at the familiar scent, but I cleared my throat, holding them back. There was too much work to be done, and getting upset now would only slow me down, possibly bringing everything to a halt.

I didn't text my mom; I didn't want any record of why I wanted her to come home. Instead, I called her, tears threatening once more at the sound of her voice, even though I'd been with her days earlier in Montana. She wouldn't remember those moments, but I was glad I got to hold onto them. I would visit her in Maine and make that immediately known to Klaus and the others. My mom was essential to my life because I coped better with her. Being able to call and visit her would benefit us both, and I was determined to work it out despite the risk. On the call, I asked her to come home, telling her my car wouldn't start and I needed to get to the wake. She was annoyed, reminding me she was on duty and doubted anyone would attend the wake given what had just happened at the church. But I assured her it wouldn't take much of her time and that I wanted to support April Young, as I knew what it was like to lose a father.

She would be home in less than ten minutes, allowing me to make use of this time for our mutual benefit. I entered her bedroom, resisting the comforting scent of her perfume, and approached her closet, retrieving her suitcases, several duffle bags, and two carry-ons from the top shelf, which was no small task. I spread the largest case on her bed and returned to her wardrobe. Almost grabbing everything on hangers, I stopped myself. I couldn't imagine her starting her new life in Maine with a pile of ironing due to my haste. I carefully took each item off its hanger, folding and organizing them into piles before packing them neatly into the case. I paused upon one particular sweater, a soft knitted one she used to wear when we watched movies together, and my eyes burned as I held it close.

"Mom."

I sniffled, brushing away tears. "I'm fine."

I placed the sweater in the case and continued. I couldn't let myself become overwhelmed now; there was too much to do and not enough time. I didn't need to wash her clothes this time. Initially, I had to make it appear my mom intended to return, leaving some clothes behind. But not this time. She would take everything with her, from her wedding dress to the stockings she never wore to the jeans she hadn't fit into since giving birth.

Everything was going well with her because she deserved her belongings, and she was never returning to town. She would be compelled to believe it was for the best, and I found comfort in that.

When she finally arrived home, hearing her voice didn't overwhelm me as I feared it might. Seeing her days earlier helped. Once she was inside, I hugged her, told her I loved her, and then looked into her eyes, compelling her once more. Everything was laid out: how we would pack her things after she called the sheriff's station to continue the investigation and speak with them soon after receiving the report on the morning's incident. I compelled her to help me pack, considering everything she'd want in her new home in Maine, packing it with care to ensure it survived the trip well. I instructed her never to contact anyone in Mystic Falls again, telling anyone who asked that she had always lived in Atlanta and been a housewife, ensuring fewer questions about her past.

This time was different. Her gun and badge would be returned to the sheriff's department, unlike before. I took her gun in its safe and her badge and drove to the department, parking far back behind the vans, out of sight. Klaus's contact first job of the day was going to be erasing any and all footage of the Sheriff's departments grounds that day. In the email I'd send later, I'd inform them where to find it. It didn't take more than twenty minutes to return home on foot, taking back roads and avoiding any encounters, to my relief. I'd allocated an hour to get my mom home, pack her things, and help her leave. I frequently checked the time on my phone. Even Vickie had stressed that Bonnie would need a lot of time to consider joining us. If Bonnie declined, we had a signal for that scenario. Every aspect of today and tonight had been considered meticulously, ensuring nothing was overlooked.

Fortunately, my timing was on track. I waited until the street was clear every time I took luggage to her car, draping blankets and heavy coats over them to prevent neighbors from noticing what I was loading. I had to ensure my mom left without notice, and that's exactly what I was doing. I had her train ticket ready and instructed her to leave her car with the keys inside to ensure it was stolen. Klaus would have his contact erase her old identification in Mystic Falls tonight. By the end of the day, our names would be gone forever. This decision didn't concern us, even if it drew attention from our friends or the police; they'd never find us because every precaution we hadn't taken before was being utilized to ensure the most secure departure from this town we could achieve.

With five minutes to spare, everything was packed in the trunk, including her keepsakes and photo albums. She changed out of her uniform into something less conspicuous for her journey. Compelled to believe what she needed and what I needed her to, she accepted the funds soon to appear in her account as a trust fund after her father's passing, not to be shared with others. Klaus would transfer millions to her account within hours. Today, each of us had tasks to complete, making it a day none of us would forget.

I said my goodbyes to my mom, keeping it brief. Compelled to believe we were both happy with her decision to leave and retire, I refused to cry. We said goodbye inside the house; if neighbors saw her leaving, they'd assume she was heading into town, nothing more. The life she was heading into would make her content; I knew the comfort she would find in Maine and through her retirement; she deserved a good long rest, and that's precisely what she was going to get now. I'd booked her train tickets online through her phone. Klaus's contact would erase all traces; by the time she reached her new town, there would be no proof that she'd left Mystic Falls, and in just mere hours there would be no proof she'd ever even lived here. Yes, Klaus had ensured us that his contact this time would not only create our new identifications but erase any and all traces that we had ever been in Mystic Falls. Yes, there would be photographs of us here and there across town, but they would be useless to anyone who searched for us; we were never coming back.

When my mom's car took off, I slipped my phone out from my pocket, giving myself a little shake before I began dialing Bonnie's phone number, waiting to hear her voice after eight months.

"Hello?" she answered, and I smiled.

"Hi, I just wanted to check in," I paused. "I'm just back from the memorial."

"I heard about it; I take it everyone was okay?"

"It was the hunter; he came after Tyler again."

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he's okay, but the guy actually went after April Young too."

"Wait, the pastor's daughter? Didn't Elena use to babysit her?"

"Yeah, we're really lucky it could have gone a lot worse."

"What happened?"

I rolled my eyes, knowing I didn't have time for this, but I had to do this. "It's like a blur almost; uh, we were in the middle of the service, we all smelled all this blood and—"

"Whose blood was it?"

"It was April's, yeah, he had hurt her and kept her up on the balcony where he was positioned with such a sort of shotgun."

"Shotgun?"

"Yeah, but like, not like your typical kind, like it had these wooden stakes, not bullets, but like—"

"Like it was constructed for vampires?"

"Exactly, so Tyler took it upon himself to be the target; I could have killed him for doing it, but he knew it was worth the risk. He got up onto the stage, and the hunter took him down like he was some sort of target practice for him."

"Wait, in front of everyone?"

"The entire church was in chaos; April had been injured, and Tyler was now a human pin cushion," I shook my head, remembering how awful it felt to be there. "But thankfully Elena was there to help April; she was amazing, Bonnie."

"Is everyone else okay?"

"There weren't any injuries, but the hunter managed to escape; he even got the jump on Damon."

"He did?"

"Yeah, out in the parking lot, but you know Damon; he had to try."

"Is Elena okay?"

"She's fine, really, I promise, we're all okay."

"I should call her and—"

"Actually, I was hoping you could come over here."

There was silence on the other end; Bonnie hadn't really been seeing anyone after the old witches took their hatred out on her Grams on the other side, leaving Bonnie to witness it all.

"Look, Bonnie. I know right now everything seems so beyond your control," I continued, "but I think I have a way to help you with all of it; all you have to do is come over; it's just going to be you and me."

"I don't know."

"Trust me, just give me one hour."

"Caroline," she sighed. "I'm really not much company right now; I haven't even talked to Jamie in forever, and—"

I needed to get her here; we couldn't discuss this at her house. I needed her here, and I still had a lot of work to do before she arrived, which at this rate I might have to do at vampire speed.

"One hour." I repeated it as softly as I could muster.

"...Okay."

"Ok, good, I'll see you soon." I said ending the call before she could change her mind.

I tucked my phone securely into the pocket of my jeans and, utilizing my full vampire speed, dashed into the kitchen with incredible swiftness. Without missing a beat, I reached for the identical wooden tray that had served its purpose so well on the memorable evening with Elena. My next move was to place a large bag of popcorn into the microwave, setting it to pop to fluffy perfection. Meanwhile, I grabbed a suitable bowl to hold the freshly popped kernels. My attention then turned to the snack cabinet, from which I retrieved a pack of chocolate buttons, pouring them carefully into a smaller, elegant glass bowl that would accompany the popcorn on the tray. Continuing my preparations, I picked up two large glasses, ensuring they were pristine before filling each to the brim with crushed ice. Once the ice was perfectly settled, I poured cola into each glass, watching as the bubbles danced their way to the top. To complete the beverages, I added sleek black straws, making sure everything was perfectly arranged and ready for enjoyment.

Once the tray was prepared, I hurried into the hallway to fetch a box of tissues. After grabbing them, I returned to the kitchen and placed the tissues on the tray. Next, I collected a box of matches from beside the stove and took them with me into the hallway. There, I started lighting the pillar candles, just as I had done that memorable night eight months ago. I proceeded directly to the sitting room, where I lit even more candles and switched on a single table lamp positioned across from the sofas. This provided the room with a subtle glow, adding just a touch of light without overwhelming the ambiance. I carefully pulled down only the net curtain, choosing not to close the blinds, as I wanted to maintain the room's familiar and cozy setting.

I fluffed the cushions on the sofa, tidied up a few areas, and added some lavender oil to the humidifier in the hallway before turning it on. The gentle aroma began to fill the air, creating a soothing atmosphere. Returning to the kitchen, I collected the tray once more and carried it back to the sitting room, placing it on the coffee table where it would be easily accessible. I then turned on the TV and navigated to Netflix, selecting "Father of the Bride" for us to watch. I adjusted the volume, turning it down almost completely, so the movie played softly in the background without diverting our attention. This setting, with its gentle lighting, calming scents, and familiar film, was perfect for a relaxed discussion.

My work was far from finished yet; I ran into the bathroom next, collecting the toilet scrubber, where I proceeded to clean the toilet, before collecting the pink bleach, pouring a more than necessary amount inside of it, flushing it twice before adding another layer, scrubbing it again, and then adding another layer after another flush. I used a few wet wipes to clean the sink counter area before I began lighting a rose-scented candle, which I left by the sink; it smelled amazing, and the combined smell of the bleach was strangely perfect. I straighten up the bathroom towels; they were pink, which matched the candle and only added more comfort and ease to the room.

My final task before she arrived was to change out of my memorial clothes; these insane heels were not something I'd be forcing my feet into in Utah. I changed into a pair of dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt. I just needed to wear something I was comfortable in; it wasn't what I'd worn that day eight months ago, but all that mattered at this point was comfort. I went into the bathroom and washed off all of my makeup, using the strongest cleaner I had to erase the last of my mascara and lip liner before I began brushing my teeth. Thankfully I didn't have a lot of research to do this time; I recalled the website I'd used to find the spell the first time we'd performed it. I didn't have to go house hunting either; all I had to do was print off the house descriptions for each house as before. This time, however, I made sure to print not only our three but also Vickie's and now what might be Bonnie's house if she joined us. Since I was running a few minutes ahead of schedule, I did steal a glance at what might be Bonnie's house. It really did have seven bedrooms, which didn't bother me. Klaus and I had discussed the possibility of getting work done on our house, which might result in my tying with her bedroom for a bedroom, but Klaus wanted other rooms added to our house throughout the next year. He'd wanted a study since we first moved in, plus I'd mentioned wanting an extra bathroom upstairs, and I wouldn't mind discussing a walk-in wardrobe for us either. That was the good thing about the grounds around each property: there was room for expansions.

Bonnie's house, just like ours, had its own unique design; while my house was maroon, her house was beige with a more modernized landscape, such as large-scale windows in the front and a more open landscape to the overall property. It was rather bittersweet; I liked the idea that she might join us, but at the same time the sting of jealousy when looking at the master bedroom and imagining her in there with Klaus was something I couldn't ignore, but I couldn't think about that now; I had to focus on bringing her into the fold. Her front and backyard were just like ours, just dirt and sand, no lawn; she didn't have a pool like April did or a hot tub like Vickie did, but she'd have the biggest house if she wanted it.

I took my time organizing the journey planner; I printed it off along with all of the other necessary details. Bonnie had to be given the exact same treatment, respect, information, and time that we'd all been given when deciding about what we wanted for our future. And so I printed out everything, even if it wasn't relevant to me; that didn't matter. I had to remind myself that I was about to tell her that I'd been gone for the last eight months, while she was under the impression she'd seen me yesterday. This was going to be a lengthy and gut-wrenching story, and this was the only possible way to prepare for it. I needed to take it one step at a time, and that's why I'd take all these small steps—the candles, the warmth; it all played a part in setting the scene, and it helped me prepare for what lay ahead. I wasn't going to keep the paperwork in my bedroom as I had before.

I collected it all together, sectioned it accordingly, and placed it into a folder before taking it into the sitting room and placing it down beside the snack tray. I turned up the heating in the house just as the doorbell rang. I'd taken care of everything, and now it was time for her to arrive.

I opened the door to find Bonnie standing there looking very confused. "Hey, come in."

"This is a nice surprise," she said, following me into the house and closing the door behind her. "What's going on?"

"I wanted to talk," I replied, gesturing for her to follow me into the sitting room, where we sat down on the couch. "Can I get you anything?"

"No, I'm good," she said, giving me a small smile. "You said you wanted to talk."

"Yeah, uh, I do. There are a few things I need to say."

"Okay, like what?"

I picked up one of the glasses from the tray and handed it to her before doing the same with my own. We both took a sip. "So I don't know how to start this; it's going to be difficult," I admitted.

Bonnie's brows furrowed. "You just told me about the memorial; what could hold a candle to that?" she asked before taking a sip of her drink. "Besides, don't you have to get to the hospital to be with Tyler?"

"Tyler's fine; he's more than fine," I assured her. "Trust me on that one."

Bonnie shrugged. "So, what's going on, Caroline?" She paused, looking around at the tray and candles. "I mean, is everything okay? Because I feel like—"

"Like I'm about to tell you something epic?"

"Yeah, kind of."

I bit my lip and nodded. "Then I guess I'll just come out with it then, starting with telling you how much I've missed you."

"Missed me? I saw you yesterday, but sure, I missed you too," she frowned, fighting off a smirk I suspected.

I reached out, placing my hand over hers. "Bonnie, eight months ago, I had a really bad day, like right to my core bad, and I thought it might just break me."

"Hey, I'm here," she said, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. "Tell me."

I nodded. "I was really struggling, and I, I decided that the best thing for me, for my mindset, and for my overall well-being was to leave Mystic Falls."

The confusion was evident in her features. "Wait, you thought about leaving? Why?"

I gave her a smile of reassurance. "I didn't think about it; I did it," I confessed.

"No, you didn't," she said, and I nodded. "Well, clearly you changed your mind and came back."

"No," I said, shaking my head slowly. "No, I did leave, and I didn't go alone."

Bonnie straightened herself up on the sofa, eager to know more as I got myself more comfortable facing her. "I'm really not sure how to go about saying it; there's no right or wrong way, but telling you is going to shock you no matter how I go about it."

"You're freaking me out."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry," I ran my hand through my hair. "I'm just going to tell you the truth; nothing will change your reaction."

"So tell me before I start imagining the worst."

"Bonnie," I held her gaze her for a moment before I continued. "Eight months ago, I decided I wanted to leave town, but I knew there would be no possible way for me to do that without some sort of supernatural element assisting me, so I began looking into barrier spells."

Bonnie just continued to stare back at me as the shock increased in her expression.

"I knew I needed something strong, something that woud stop the hunter from destroying whatever new life I created for myself." I took a deep breath then. "I came across this spell," I said before reaching out for the folder and handing over the spell research only, which she accepted and began to read as I explained. "It was a spell created by a witch, a very powerful witch who was being accused of witchcraft back in the seventeenth century. All she had was her fiancé and her best friends, and she wanted nothing more than to protect them."

"Ok?" Bonnie said her eyes were still glued to the research.

"She used the bond of trust to form the spell." I took another deep inhale. "Bonnie she believed that she could form a shield to protect them by using a bond of trust and marriage," I paused. "Bonnie she married her fiancé that night, and her fiancé also married her best friends to strengthen the spell."

Bonnie's eyes slowly found mine again and then dropped back to the research. "Okay, but what does this have to do with—" she stopped. "Wait," she shook her head. "No, no, wait a minute."

"There was a ritual that had to be performed; it didn't involve anything intimate or romantic; it was just trust, and it worked. Bonnie, it worked; they had this shield around them; it was invisible, obviously, but they could feel it."

"Like polygamy?"

"Just hear me out, Bonnie. It helped them escape that town. Bonnie, they all survived, and that shield stayed up for their entire lives together."

"Together?" she looked over at me. "They stayed married? All of them?"

"Bonnie, they thrived; they even had children despite one of the women being a vampire."

"Well, that's just impossible," Bonnie set the research aside. "Because vampires can't have children, I've done research on this; it would take something impossible for that—"

"Like the father being a hybrid?" I asked, silencing her completely.

She looked back at me with a stunned expression. "Klaus?" she said, sounding like she was choking on his name. "Klaus?" she repeated.

I gulped before I spoke. "I needed to ask someone who I knew could handle having three different women in his life and the only man alive who could—"

"Stop, stop, just stop." Bonnie pleaded, holding up her hands to me; she rose to her feet. "Caroline," she started to pace the room. "How? How could you?"

"Bonnie, just listen to me, please."

"Listen?" she whirled around to face me. "You actually expect me to believe that you and Klaus got married eight months ago with two random girls and that you've kept it hidden—"

"Not random."

"You're not helping your case here!"

"Okay, okay." I replied calmly. "Look, I know this is a shock, but you've got to understand why I did what I did." I took a deep breath. "I was trapped here. I was struggling and—"

"You could have come to me."

"Bonnie, you and I weren't in a great place; that wasn't anyone's fault, but we both had our own things going on, and so I—"

"Wait, who did you ask?"

"What?"

"You said," Bonnie straightened herself up. "You said you and Klaus weren't with two random strangers; who did you ask to do that spell?"

"...It's not that I didn't think of you—"

"Who did you ask?"

"I asked Elena and April Young; I asked them eight months ago, okay?"

"Yeah, but obviously they didn't agree; Elena would never..."

I locked eyes with her, and Bonnie went silent for a moment. "She agreed?"

"Yeah, yeah, she did."

"But that doesn't make sense; Elena hates him; she would never—"

"We were all in a really dark place back then; things have changed a lot over the last eight months. We're all doing better, and—"

"No, you've been going around town lying to all of us."

"No, we haven't because we haven't been here."

"What?"

I edged forward on the sofa. "Bonnie, none of us wanted to be here anymore; we wanted to go," I sighed. "We all left that night."

Over the next ten minutes Bonnie didn't say another word. I explained to her how we all left Mystic Falls that night, how we left and how we managed it. She just sat there staring at me in horror as I explained how I spoke to Elena that night, how we then spoke to April, how we spoke with Klaus together, then about the barrier spell, how we compelled my mom and Jeremy, how we all left town without issue, then I jumped right to how Damon and Tyler tried to find us what they did to do it, Tyler's arson attempt, Vickie's return from the other side, and how we used their knowledge against them and performed the same time jump spell in order to bring us all back here so that we might start everything all over again without threats from them.

"I know it's a lot to take in," I said as I watched Bonnie pick up her drink, her hands trembling. "Bonnie, if you want to leave, I understand."

"How could you just—"

"It wasn't an easy decision."

"You left overnight."

"I know, but it took months and months for us to begin to adjust to our new lives."

"What new lives?" Bonnie stared back at me. "Did you all stay together?"

There was a soft knock at the front door, and I held my breath until I saw Elena come into view in the hall; she looked at me briefly before her eyes settled on a terrified Bonnie. Elena had changed out of her memorial dress; she was now wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a purple blouse. Elena closed and locked the front door behind her before she entered the sitting room, not pausing before she leaned down to hug Bonnie, who didn't return it, but Elena held onto her regardless before she settled into the armchair across from us, nearer Bonnie than me.

"How are you doing?" Elena asked her softly.

Bonnie stared back at her. "Elena?" she said, confused.

"I know," Elena said softly, nodding her head.

"I just can't—"

"I know," she repeated.

Elena looked across at the folder and then towards me, and I explained. "I was just about to tell her about Utah."

"What about Utah? Is that where you went?"

Elena held out her hand towards me, and I handed over the folder; she opened it and placed it onto the coffee table. "Bonnie, eight months ago I decided that I wanted to leave town," she began to explain just as I had done with Bonnie earlier. "And it was the most difficult decision of my life, but I don't regret it," she said before she reached down and rooted through the pages until she came across the details about her own house. "This is where I've been living this entire time."

Bonnie took the details from her hand and read through them slowly. "You have a house?" she asked. "How could you afford—" she stopped herself, shaking her head. "Klaus bought this for you?"

Elena nodded. "Yeah, we all have houses; he bought them for us."

"Where does he stay? He doesn't seem like the Utah type."

Elena and I exchanged a look, which she noted.

"Has he been with you? Does he have a house there too?"

Elena opened up the folder and passed her more pages. "Klaus has been living with all of us," she said with effort. "He stays in each house because we're all still married; we're polygamists, and we're all neighbors too."

"What?"

I cleared my throat and explained. "We didn't want to be apart after we left Mystic Falls. We found these properties before we left. I stay in the maroon house; April Young is in the grey one that's right next to mine; Elena is in the blue one, and Vickie just moved into the white one."

"This is insane," Bonnie said, combing through the pages. "Explain this to me in a way that makes sense!"

"We're polygamists, Bonnie; it's not a dirty word," I said when she finally looked my way and her expression softened. "How we went about it was shameful," I said, looking to Elena, who nodded in agreement. "But I'm never ever going to say I regret it," I told her.

Bonnie looked down at the paperwork in her lap before looking back at me.

"I'm going to be going to college next month. There's a lot to sort out now that we've done this time jump, but it will be worth it." I tucked my hair behind my ear, keeping my eyes locked on hers. "I'm in a relationship with Klaus," I said and watched her jaw hit the floor in disgust. "I don't think of myself as a first wife; I'm just his wife. I'm also not a cheater; I haven't loved Tyler for a very long time, and—"

"Are you in love with Klaus?" Bonnie asked, her jaw nearly clenched shut as she tried to keep her composure.

"I am," I confessed quickly, not wanting to hide anything. "But it doesn't mean I'm the only one who's important in his life, and I'm okay with that. I know Klaus cares deeply for me—"

"Oh, come on," Bonnie interrupted.

"No, really, I know he cares about me. And I also know that someday he might be romantically involved with Vickie and April, if he isn't already, and that doesn't bother me," I continued, maintaining my calm demeanor.

"I can't even think clearly right now. How can you say that about yourself? It's so degrading," Bonnie replied, her voice rising in disbelief.

"It isn't if it was forced upon us; then yes, it would be. But we all decided this together, and our relationship—"

"It's not a marriage," Bonnie interjected.

"Our marriage is unique; it's beautiful, and—"

Bonnie's eyes darted over to Elena, seeking some kind of support. "Please tell me you're not buying this. Please, just tell me that you two haven't—"

"Klaus and I have grown close," Elena admitted, and I felt a surge of pride for her honesty.

"But what about Stefan?" Bonnie asked, her voice tinged with worry.

"He doesn't know, and I'm not planning on telling him," Elena said, holding up her left hand. "I don't have a ring right now, but I consider myself married. I'm his second wife, and I refuse to feel ashamed—"

"I can't listen to this!" Bonnie exclaimed, getting to her feet. "You both left; you both lied to us, to our families. I would have mourned you; I probably spent all that time searching for you."

"Please, sit down," Elena pleaded gently.

"How do you know you weren't all influenced?" Bonnie questioned, her gaze piercing as she looked at me while I stood.

"Because it was entirely my decision. Klaus didn't even think it was possible for all of us to do this," I explained.

"He was right; it's not right. There's no way it could work," Bonnie insisted.

I kept my eyes on her, unwavering. "Bonnie, for the past eight months, I've been living in Utah with Klaus, with neighbors, building a life. We went on a honeymoon; I managed my own bills, took care of errands like dry cleaning, and even secured a position in college. Does that sound like it wasn't working?"

"Then why are you here? If this life was so satisfying—"

"Because we needed to, we needed to restart. We faced some challenges there for a while, but we knew what could fix it, and it was the right moment," I said.

"So why?" Bonnie sank back into her seat, and I followed suit. "Why tell me? If you think I'm going to perform any sort of spell to help you all escape, then—"

Elena calmly reached for the folder we had brought, retrieving the last pages inside. She had known they'd be there; she knew I'd planned to print them. Holding Bonnie's gaze, she handed over the details on what could be Bonnie's new home, should she choose to join us.

"We don't need your help, Bonnie," I said softly. "We want to know how you would feel about coming with us."

Bonnie stared down at the details. "But this is..." she trailed off. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm just going to grab you some aspirin," Elena said, rising to her feet. "I'll be back," she added as she left the sitting room and headed toward the kitchen.

"Bonnie, we want you to come with us, to be with us," I reiterated.

She continued to look at the photograph of the property, lost in thought.

"I know it's a lot to take in, the idea of leaving everything you know behind, leaving high school before you've graduated, the thought of never coming home again, the people you'll never see again, the thoughts that will keep you up at night. Trust me, I went through all of it," I said, just as Elena returned with the aspirin in hand.

"She's right, Bonnie," Elena said, handing them over before resuming her seat. "But it's more than that; it's about the unknown as well. What life will be like when you're out there, how you'll spend your time, how your relationships might evolve, whether you'll handle the commitment or if it will tear you apart."

Bonnie took the aspirin, then turned the page on her lap. Elena and I exchanged a hopeful glance.

"We want you with us," I said softly. "And we want to tell you everything we've done over the last eight months. I want you to know how much it has changed us for the better and how happy we've been since we left. That's why we're here."

Elena leaned forward. "Bonnie, we both care about you deeply, and we know that if you could just give this a chance, you'll see that it can work."

Bonnie looked at Elena for a moment. "You mean Klaus? You're in love with him?"

Elena glanced at me before locking eyes with Bonnie. "I'm not, but I feel something for him that I didn't expect. It might not be love, or may never be what I had before, but it's something, a respect and—"

"Is he attracted to you all?"

Elena glanced in my direction for support.

"Not that I'm aware of," I replied.

"But he's involved with all of you, and that works?"

"Somehow, yes. We've managed to keep it going, even when Vickie joined us. It did take a lot of work," I admitted.

"So he owns four properties? Where does he stay?"

Elena nodded at me to take over. "We have a schedule. We thought it would strengthen our unity if he spent equal time with each of us, but eventually, it became more about fairness. He spends equal time with us by", "living in each of the houses, with his belongings, different clothes at each place. He rotates between them almost daily."

"So he just chooses where to sleep each night?"

"No, the schedule is up to us."

"Us being?"

"Me, Elena, April, and Vickie. Mostly, I handle it, and if there's any hiccup, like someone's birthday or if someone needs space, we work it out."

"Then Caroline tells Klaus each week which house on which night, and that's how it goes."

"So you have more influence?" Bonnie asked me.

"Of course not, why would I?" I replied.

Bonnie shrugged. "You mentioned you were the first to marry him. Plus, it's no secret that he is quite taken with you."

Elena leaned in again. "That doesn't mean he values one of us more than the other. I've seen them together, heard the way they communicate, and even witnessed their disagreements, which wouldn't happen if they didn't consider each other equals."

"Besides, Klaus handles everything major anyway. But the schedule, that's just us."

"So you two just forgot about Tyler and Stefan, is that it?"

"No," Elena and I said in unison.

I cleared my throat. "We've been living in Utah. Our relationship with our husband is different from how it is here. Tyler never cared for me the way Klaus does," I said, finishing my thought.

Bonnie shook her head in disbelief. "How can you refer to him as 'our husband' so casually? It's just... I can't even wrap my mind around it."

"It wasn't easy in the beginning," I replied, offering Elena a warm smile. "But I've come to realize that I truly love him. And I believe we all deserve this opportunity. It's something we've all longed for, and we want you to be a part of it."

Bonnie let out a deep sigh. "How can all of you be involved with him? April Young isn't exactly who I'd envisioned for someone like Klaus."

"That's what we initially thought too, but surprisingly, she's the perfect match for him."

Bonnie shook her head again, her disbelief evident. "This is mad. Just because you and Klaus are content doesn't mean—"

"You'd find happiness too."

"No, I wouldn't."

"But you could," Elena stated with determination. "The ritual doesn't require you to fall in love or even have the slightest attraction. It simply needs you to trust one another in that single moment."

"Well, that's not happening. I can't bring myself to trust him."

Elena nodded thoughtfully. "I didn't think I could either, but during the ritual, in that fleeting second, I trusted him to keep me safe. That belief in his strength as a person, not just as a hybrid, was what I focused on."

"Elena, he ended Jenna's life," Bonnie said, tears welling up in her eyes. "He hurt you; how can you marry someone like that? How can you believe in his ability to protect you?"

"Bonnie, if I judged everyone by their worst actions, I'd find it impossible to be around anyone," Elena continued. "I've come to understand that he regrets his past actions. We've had extensive discussions about it."

"I find that hard to believe."

"It's the truth," she insisted.

"I think you're both trying to manipulate me and—"

"Bonnie," I interrupted sharply, and she glared at me. "This is genuine," I said with a firm tone.

"Caroline is right," Elena said softly. "I'm not saying we should forget what happened, but if we can move forward, can't you try?"

Bonnie exhaled deeply before turning her gaze toward me. "So, what now? Am I expected to marry him too?"

I stood up and left the room, knowing this discussion would be challenging, but I hadn't realized just how long it would take her to come around to the idea. I went into the bathroom, closed the toilet lid, and sat down, burying my face in my hands. How could she not understand this? If she refused to join us, we needed to start implementing our backup plan. I knew I shouldn't have stormed out, but I couldn't appreciate her attitude toward me. I wasn't foolish for loving him, for marrying him, and I didn't need her approval, but a bit of respect would be nice.

After a few minutes, I returned to the sitting room, finding them both in the same positions. Bonnie's expression had softened slightly, but Elena's remained just as serious as when I had left.

"I just needed a moment," I explained before taking my seat again.

"So, do you want to explain everything?" Bonnie asked, and I nodded. "Okay, then I'm listening."

"We've already explained everything," I said, gathering all the paperwork from the coffee table and placing it between us on the sofa. "The rest is up to you."

"Caroline—"

"No, Elena," I said calmly, locking eyes with Bonnie. "I'm truly sorry for leaving you behind," I said, fighting back my tears. "But we've been brutally honest and shared our secrets. Now, the choice is yours, and we can't make it for you," I continued. "I can't promise it's the right or wrong decision or that you won't have regrets. I can't predict what your life will be like if you join us or stay behind. However, I can promise this," I paused to face her fully, "you'll never be alone. You won't have to use magic again if you don't want to. There will be no supernatural elements to our lifestyle, no threats of danger. You'll be able to sleep peacefully at night, even knowing you left it all behind, and that will become easier too."

I glanced over at Elena, who had tears in her eyes, as Bonnie turned her gaze to her next. "You won't have to worry about hunters or old witches haunting you. You'll be free of everything that has kept you afraid for so long," Elena said, catching her breath. "You don't need to know what you want right now, just what you need. I promise you, despite everything and whatever fears a relationship with Klaus might bring," Elena paused to hold her gaze for a moment, "I assure you he won't push for anything you don't want. He'll never force a relationship. If all you want is a commitment, I promise you with everything in me that he is; he truly is that person. A good and kind man, despite everything he has done."

I watched as a tear escaped Bonnie's eye. Elena reached out and held her hands. "What we're asking you to do won't be easy, but we will support you. But Caroline is right; you need to do this on your own," she said.

Elena gave me a nod, and we both stood up as a confused Bonnie watched.

"We'll be in the kitchen. You have an hour. After that, we have to leave, regardless of what you decide."

"Wait, you mean you'll be leaving with or without me?" Bonnie asked.

"Yes, and if that doesn't prove our commitment to our family, then I don't know what will."

"Family?" Bonnie repeated.

"As I said, we're polygamists, and it's not a dirty word," I said calmly.

Elena and I turned to leave the room together.

"How do you know I won't make a call while you're gone?"

Elena glanced over at me and shrugged slightly. "Because it wouldn't stop us, even if you did," she assured me.

We lingered in the kitchen for what felt like an eternity, sipping orange juice and nibbling on grapes, our eyes fixed on the clock above the door. Each minute that passed seemed to stretch into a lifetime. Whenever I felt myself nearing the edge of impatience, I recalled the difficulty of the decision I had made on my own. It had been a solitary journey with no one else to lean on, and shutting out the world was the only way I could process my own thoughts. Right now, my perspective wouldn't aid Bonnie; it would merely serve as a diversion. She needed clarity to make her own choice.

Across town, April was busy packing her belongings, Klaus was managing our new identifications and clearing out his mansion, and Vickie was keeping a low profile, avoiding any potential issues. Each of us had our roles to play, and failure on any part would lead to the collapse of our carefully laid plans. It was crucial that we executed everything flawlessly and with precision. So, when an hour ticked by without any sign of Bonnie, Elena and I resolved to continue waiting, despite our instincts urging us otherwise.

Finally, after another twenty minutes, we heard tentative footsteps approaching the kitchen entrance. As we both turned to look, Bonnie appeared in the doorway.

"I just needed a little more time," she began.

"It's okay, come on in," I invited, motioning to the counter where she could sit.

Bonnie pulled out a stool, sat down, and buried her head in her hands on the countertop.

"Bonnie, are you alright?" I asked, stepping closer.

She shook her head, sniffing a few times before lifting her eyes to meet mine. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

A nervous excitement fluttered within me as I looked at her. I didn't want to overwhelm her, as it was important that this remained her choice. "So, you want to come with us?"

With a nod, she replied, "I want to start again," her voice breaking. Elena and I moved quickly to embrace her.

"It's okay, everything is going to be alright," Elena whispered soothingly, rubbing her back.

"We're so glad, Bonnie," I spoke gently. "I promise you'll never regret this. We'll keep you safe."

"But this means we never come back, right? I mean," Bonnie sat up, wiping her tears, "we don't tell anyone we're leaving—"

"No, we're just going to go, and we have a plan to make sure they never find us."

"The spell," she confirmed.

"Yes, and after the spell tonight," I elaborated, smoothing her hair, "we'll return home, pack everything we want to take, and then clean thoroughly to remove any trace of us."

Bonnie nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. "So it helps us avoid being found."

"Exactly, but it must be flawless," I emphasized, exchanging a glance with Elena. "We'll be on the road for two days."

"Two days?" Bonnie echoed.

"Yes, let's discuss some details," Elena suggested.

We proceeded to brief Bonnie on the arrangements—where we'd meet everyone, the location and timing for the spell, what to bring, what would happen during the spell, the chant, and how we'd split up afterward. We stressed the importance of being packed in time to take the backroads to my house, where we'd depart at exactly two in the morning. We assured her that the journey to Utah was mapped out, Klaus had traveled ahead to make arrangements, and the five of us would be alone for over a thousand miles, minimizing risk. Bonnie listened carefully, nodding to show she understood the gravity of our situation.

The day flew by; it was dark now and already freezing. We were set to meet the others in less than an hour. I retreated to my bedroom to change, gathering coats, hats, and scarves for each of us, remembering the chill of the night and refusing to be caught unprepared again. Rejoining the others in the hallway, I handed Bonnie a coat, which she gratefully accepted. Elena emerged from the bathroom, looking refreshed, and I wondered if she'd been wearing mascara this whole time.

"Thank you," she said softly, taking a hat from me.

We stepped into the hallway, and I paused at the door, retrieving a key from the drawer and locking it before facing them both.

"If this doesn't go as planned, if we're caught or stopped—"

"It will work, Caroline," Elena reassured me gently.

"Remember, keep your heads down," I advised as we walked toward my car.

Once inside, I started the engine, and Elena fastened her seatbelt beside me.

"So, what's next?" Bonnie asked, her voice tinged with nerves.

"We're headed to April's, but we'll pick her up a bit away from her house to avoid attention, and then we go to the forest."

"Alright," Bonnie replied, a hint of anxiety in her tone.

I drove carefully, adhering to speed limits and using side streets to stay out of the main traffic and away from watchful eyes. At the end of April's street, she stood in the shadows, bundled in a heavy coat and a black hat, her hair tucked inside. I pulled over, and she climbed into the back seat with Bonnie.

"Bonnie, hi! I'm so—" April struggled with her seatbelt. "I was hoping I'd see you here. How are you? This—" She paused, wrestling with the belt.

April was happy to see her, she was probably the only one of us who would be open to sister wives in any situation. I often wished I had her mindset, she was just so open to the unknown, already she had hopes that all would be well moving forward, her smile told me as much.

"Caroline, this thing isn't—"

"It's okay, just ease up a bit," I suggested as I merged back onto the street.

"Hey, Bonnie," April said, finally securing her belt and relaxing into the seat.

"April, I'm really sorry about your dad."

"Thanks, it's been a tough few months, but I'll manage. He wasn't around much, and we didn't have the best relationship, you know?"

"Uh, sure," Bonnie nodded sympathetically.

"Besides, Klaus has been amazing. He's offered to pay for me to see a therapist when we get there. He's really considerate."

"Considerate?" Bonnie repeated, sounding skeptical.

"Yeah, I was surprised too," April smiled at me before turning back to Bonnie. "Once you get past his exterior, he's actually quite grounded."

For Bonnie, this must have felt surreal. We'd been living this way for almost a year, and she was about to witness the closeness we'd developed with Klaus. I wouldn't hide the fact that I loved Klaus, not even tonight when she would see us together. I planned to be myself, as I'd spent too long worrying about others' opinions on my relationship with him. I understood that this was new to her and possibly overwhelming, but having been completely transparent with her beforehand, I had no reason to shy away from it.

We arrived at the forest's edge and exited the car. Klaus was already there, his black Bentley parked under a large tree on the right. He was ready for us, ensuring everything was set for our arrival so we could have more time to pack later.

"Everyone alright?" I asked, locking the car and focusing on Bonnie.

"Yeah," Elena answered softly.

"Yeah," April chimed in with a smile.

"Yeah, where is he? And what about Vickie?" Bonnie inquired, her voice tinged with nervousness.

"It's this way," I said and began to move towards the forest tree line behind the old church. "Just stay close."

My heart was pounding rapidly, and I could feel a sense of excitement mixed with unease. This moment was significant because it marked the first occasion that Bonnie would meet Klaus in a context absent of any menacing conduct. Up until now, every interaction with him had been clouded by a sense of danger, and seeing him in a different light was going to be quite an experience. Additionally, this would be the initial instance for me to observe how Klaus interacted with Bonnie in a situation devoid of hostility. When we got to the clearing, my eyes locked onto the fire Klaus had already started within the cast iron pot, the fire illuminating Klaus and Vickie, who stood facing each other. I paused upon seeing them, how she was whispering something into his ear as we approached and how quickly she pulled away from him as if she, for once, was self-conscious about having their time together witnessed by us.

I raised my chin and made my way towards Klaus as Vickie crossed her arms and moved back from him; he smirked at me as I approached, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Hello, my love." Klaus said before my lips met his, where I immediately parted my lips to deepen the kiss, causing a low growl to emit from him.

"Hi," I breathed out against his lips.

"You're gonna make me hard," Klaus whispered into my ear, "and I'd rather not have that happen here, right now." I couldn't help but chuckle and smile.

I stepped to his side as the others approached; Elena kept her distance, standing at the other side of the pot with Bonnie, who Klaus studied as April wrapped her arms around his neck.

Klaus kissed her once before bringing his forehead to hers and smiling. "I've missed you."

"Really? Me too." April whispered.

Bonnie was looking at us as if this was completely absurd, and I couldn't help but understand it. Klaus wasn't usually affectionate, especially not in front of others. She knew his history; he had an epic love life with princesses and supermodels throughout the centuries, but now he was married, or he would be again within a few minutes.

"Well, Bonnie Bennett. You have surprised me indeed." Klaus said, taking April's hand and bringing her to his other side beside Vickie.

Bonnie didn't respond; the weight of his gaze was obviously too much for her to handle at that moment.

"Right," I broke the silence. "Uh, we don't have a lot of time." I began to unbutton my coat, knowing it was going to be hot soon. The others followed suit, and Klaus pulled off his gloves before handing me the silver pocket knife from his coat pocket.

"Thank you," I said. "We'll just be a minute."

While Klaus moved towards the fire, we all made our way back from him and away from the fire, forming a circle. Vickie was looking back over her shoulder at Klaus; I had a sinking feeling in my gut that Vickie meant what she said; she truly did want to move forward in Utah, and I think that meant she and Klaus would be together. The thought of that had my stomach in knots, but I forced a smile on my face and held up the knife for everyone to see.

"Remember, it's a small cut to which hand you chose, then we make our way over to the fire, say the chant, and it's done," I said before bringing the blade down to my palm. "Here we go." I mumbled to myself, took a deep breath, and looked back over at Klaus, who gave me an encouraging nod, before slicing the blade across my palm and wincing in pain.

"Your turn, Elena," I said, turning to face her. She nodded before making her way over to me and taking the knife; she repeated the action before handing the knife to April, who quickly followed suit, though she was more vocal about her pain, before handing it to Vickie.

"So this is it, fourth wife," she said to us before cutting her palm and hissing through her teeth.

Bonnie took the knife next and kept her eyes on her palm as she cut it with one smooth motion.

"Utah," April said.

I turned my back to them and looked over at Klaus by the fire, the growing flames highlighting his features, his hair and stubble appearing golden. He smiled at me, and I felt my heart swell at the sight of him. I'd been so terrified that night eight months ago, but I'd never been so certain about anything now. He was going to be my husband for the rest of my life; he was going to honor me, love me, and protect me. And one day, when the time was right for us, this incredible man would become the father of my children. I knew it was possible that he might also be a father to other children, but that didn't weigh on my heart. My mother had given me wise advice, emphasizing that what truly mattered were the moments we shared and the importance of making each one meaningful. I was determined to strengthen our marriage, ensuring Klaus would always remember its significance, even when he wasn't at our home. In the months ahead, I was committed to living fully as a newlywed in every sense, cherishing each day and building a relationship of sex, love, and commitment.

I crossed the forest ground, not thinking about the increasing cold but rather what lay ahead of us. I reached my hand out for his as I came to stand by his side; he took my hand in his without hesitation, and the world seemed to fade away. The only sound was of our breathing in the cold air as I met his eyes. By taking his hand, I had once again become Caroline Mikaelson, Klaus's first wife.

I looked over towards Elena as she walked towards us, but her eyes never met mine; she only looked at Klaus, and I felt my heart drop in my chest at her reaction before her hand gripped his, and she looked down at their hands and up at him, smiling. What was going on between them? I thought before April approached him and their eyes met, she smiled brightly and joined our hands, smiling ear to ear at Klaus, who winked at her, making her blush slightly. The sound of footsteps approaching had us all turn and look Vickie's way. She approached slowly, and as soon as she reached them, Klaus pulled her close with his free hand before she held their hands up to their eyes, and the moment her lips began to move, I knew she was mouthing something to him I'd never know about. We all looked Bonnie's way, who was looking down at the ground as she walked towards us. Klaus held out his free hand for her, which she glanced up at before taking a deep breath, placing her hand in his, which he took firmly and pulled her closer to him and our hands, which he held up to the fire.

We all closed our eyes, and I took a deep breath before beginning the chant. The words were foreign, yet I understood them perfectly and knew what I needed to say. We continued to chant as the flames continued to grow; the heat from the flames was intense, as was the smoke, but our chant was not affected by it. We continued to get louder and louder as the flames shifted back and forth before changing blue and disappearing. Just as before, an invisible force struck the center of all of us in sync. I squeezed my eyes shut as the shield took hold around us before slowly dissipating.

I opened my eyes and looked up at Klaus, who had his eyes closed, and I knew it was done. I smiled before looking over at Bonnie, whose eyes were wide open as she stared at our hands; her hand had taken on an olive glow, much like the rest of us, which faded in a split second.

"It worked," I said, smiling at everyone before looking up at Klaus, who smiled back at me.

"Yes, it did."

We all looked at each other before lowering our hands and smiling at one another.

"Thank you," I whispered to Klaus, knowing that this was all because of him.

"Of course," he said, squeezing my hand slightly, "You'll be safe now."

"Utah." I repeated smiling before letting go of his hand and stepping back as April kissed his cheek and stepped back as well.

I knew Bonnie had a lot of questions, but there was no time now; we needed to get home and start packing.

While Bonnie and April went about plastering up their cut palms, Elena, Vickie, and I remained with Klaus by the now empty cast iron pot.

"Okay, so she knows the plan," I explained as he nodded. "She'll be at my house for two, and we'll be on the road on time." I assured him.

"You're still going to go with April?" Elena asked Vickie.

"If I must," she mumbled.

"That's what we agreed on," I stated, trying to keep calm before I looked at Klaus. "Are you heading off right now?"

"Bags are in the trunk."

"You're off, like, right now?"

"I had the time, so yes, I'll still be arriving in Utah at the same time as you. I have documentation to pick up, remember?"

"Right."

"I'd love to hitch a ride." Vickie teased.

"But it's not happening." Klaus warned; she only rolled her eyes in response.

I closed my eyes as his arms wrapped around me; my hands moved up his back and rested on his shoulders as I felt his nose against the side of my head, inhaling deeply before pressing his lips against my ear.

"I love you, Caroline," he whispered before kissing my neck.

"I love you too," I breathed out before he pulled away and looked down at me.

"Stay safe," he instructed.

"I will," I nodded.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Monday." I smiled before reaching up on my toes and kissing him once more; I could feel his lips turn up slightly at the corners before he pulled away and turned to Vickie.

"Bye, Klaus."

"I warned you."

"Warn me again in our bedroom." She blew a kiss before turning on her heel and walking away from him with a smug smile on her face.

Klaus stepped forward towards Elena, whispering something in her ear before bringing his hand beneath her chin.

"I'll see you soon," he said to her before pressing his lips to hers; my eyes widened in shock as he deepened the kiss.

My blood ran cold at the sight but I was happy to see Elena was quickly as surprised at his actions. Not that he gave her time for a reaction; he turned and headed off before a word could be said. When her eyes met mine, I smiled back, trying with everything within me not to show her that his sudden affection towards her held any effect on me. I had no reason to feel jealous or threatened by her; she wasn't sleeping with him; I was.

With Klaus gone, we once again went through the plan for the rest of the night with little sarcasm from Vickie, to my surprise. April was so thrilled Bonnie was now with us that she smiled ear to ear the entire time. We didn't embrace; we all just headed in opposite directions because time was running out, and we had mere hours to pack up and get the hell out of Mystic Falls for the final time.

The familiar earthy aroma of the forest still clung to my skin as I pulled into the spot across from my house, needing to park it here so I had room to park the station wagon later. The scent of smoke from the spell lingered on my clothes, a smoky reminder of the evening's events. I turned off the ignition and let out a heavy sigh, my heart still drumming from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The car was a cocoon of security, a temporary refuge where I could process everything that had just transpired. I leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes momentarily. Bonnie had agreed to join us in Utah. It was a decision that seemed surreal, almost as if it had been plucked from one of those dreams that felt too vivid to be true. But it was real. We had all been there, standing in the clearing as the moonlight filtered through the trees, a silent witness to our pact. Bonnie, with her strength and wisdom, was now to be a part of our everyday lives, entwined with us in ways I was still trying to comprehend. The implications of her decision were immense. It meant that she would be there, right alongside us, witnessing the intricacies of our relationship with Klaus. I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions at the thought. There was relief, certainly, in gaining another ally, another sister. But there was also trepidation. Bonnie would see us as we truly were—a tangled web of loyalty, love, and history. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind. It was official now. I was once again Klaus's first wife, a title that carried its own weight of history and responsibility.

Elena, with her quiet strength and unwavering loyalty, was his second. April, his third, brought a sense of lightness and laughter to our sometimes heavy existence. Vickie, now officially his fourth, was fierce and protective, a warrior in her own right. And Bonnie, our newest and fifth wife, with her magic and resilience, completed our circle. The reality of it all was still sinking in. Each of us had chosen this path for our own reasons, drawn to Klaus in ways that defied simple explanation. Our relationships with him were as complex as the man himself—layered with love, shared experiences, and a mutual commitment to one another. It wasn't conventional, but it was ours.

As I stepped out of my car and into the cold embrace of the night, I felt a strange sense of calm envelop me. The street lay eerily quiet, with only the distant hum of a streetlamp keeping me company in the darkness. I didn't bother locking the front door of my house as I entered; I knew I wouldn't be gone for long. Time was crucial, and I had a task that demanded my full attention and focus. In the dim light of my kitchen, I rummaged beneath the sink, gathering an assortment of cleaning supplies. Rags, bleach, all-purpose spray, and polish—everything I needed for the task ahead. With the supplies gathered in my arms, I headed back outside, feeling the crisp air bite at my skin as I stepped into the night. The sky above was a blanket of stars, offering a vast and beautiful contrast to the work I was about to undertake. The interior of my car was in disarray, a testament to the chaos of recent events. I opened the door, the soft click echoing in the stillness, and set to work. The glove compartment was my first target. I scrubbed it meticulously, the rag damp with bleach as I wiped away any trace of my presence. The sharp scent of bleach filled my nostrils, but it was a necessary part of the process.

Next, I turned my attention to the steering wheel. I scrubbed each groove and surface with care, determined to leave no lingering fingerprints. Each wipe was deliberate, each scrub driven by a sense of urgency. I imagined the microscopic traces of my existence being erased, one by one, until there was nothing left but a smooth, clean surface. I moved on to the seats, reaching between them to grab any loose hairs that might have fallen. My fingers brushed against the rough fabric, searching for any evidence of me that might have been left behind. The car mats were next; I shook them out vigorously, watching as dust and debris scattered into the air and disappeared into the night, carried away on the breeze. The all-purpose spray was my ally, a concoction of chemicals designed to mask my scent. I added a dash of bleach to the bottle, creating a potent mix that would ensure no lingering aroma would betray me. Each spray was a promise, a silent vow that no trace of me would remain once I was done. Sweat trickled down my back as I worked, my muscles protesting the effort. I was a sweaty mess, but I didn't care. This was necessary, and I couldn't afford to leave any stone unturned. I scrubbed and scrubbed, my arms aching with the effort, until the interior of the car shone with a sterile gleam.

Finally, I turned my attention to the exterior. I ran the rag over each door handle, wiping away the ghostly impressions of my fingerprints. Around the trunk, I repeated the process, ensuring that no trace of my touch would linger there either. Each swipe of the rag was a final goodbye, a farewell to the evidence of my presence. With the task complete, I locked the car with a sense of finality. The soft click of the lock echoed in the night, a reminder that this chapter was closed. I turned and walked back to my house, the cleaning supplies dangling from my arms. The front door clicked shut behind me, and I locked it with a heavy sigh, feeling a sense of closure wash over me as I stepped away from the events of the evening.

I walked slowly down the hallway, each step heavy with the experiences of the day. The familiar creak of the floorboards beneath me was a comforting sound, a reminder of the many years spent within these walls. As I entered my bedroom, I was greeted by the sight of the forest-stained clothes I wore earlier. The scent of pine and earth clung to them, an earthy reminder of the afternoon's adventures. I changed out of them, replacing them with the comfort of grey sweat bottoms and a white tank top. The soft fabric was a welcome change, a small reprieve from the chaotic day.

With a sigh, I turned to the closet, reaching for the collection of luggage cases that had been stashed away for too long. Each one held its own set of memories, and as I pulled them out, I was reminded of past journeys and the excitement that comes with starting something new. Alongside them, I retrieved my old cheerleading duffle bag, once vibrant with school spirit, now faded but still sturdy. My gym bag, a loyal companion through years of workouts, and a few large handbags that could hold just about anything, joined the growing pile.

Now dressed in my comfortable clothes, I began the meticulous process of packing. One by one, I took each garment from its hanger, folding it with care before placing it into the appropriate luggage case or bag. The emptying closet was a marker of the passage of time, each item a piece of the life I was preparing to leave behind. Moving on to the dresser drawers, I continued the task, filling my bags with more clothes, each fold a promise of a fresh start.

Once the clothes were packed, I took a moment to survey my bedroom. It was time to decide what else I wished to bring with me. My laptop was essential. Unlike before, there was no need to part with my hard drive this time. I gathered photos from around my room, each one a captured moment of laughter and love. My yearbook, a chronicle of high school days, found its place in one of the bags, as did the keepsakes my parents had gifted me over the years. Lastly, I gently packed my grandmother's necklace, a treasured heirloom that carried her spirit with it.

Leaving my room, I wandered through the house, collecting photo albums to take with me to Utah. My mom had taken the rest to Maine, but these few were mine to keep. Each album and keepsake was wrapped in a t-shirt, a protective cocoon to safeguard against damage. With everything packed, I carried the luggage and bags to the hallway by the front door, leaving them there ready for when it was time to leave.

Next, I made my way to the kitchen, where the task of preparing food for our journey awaited. Bonnie was joining us this time, which meant more mouths to feed. I decided to roast two chickens instead of one, letting them heat in the oven while I worked on the rest. Vegetables were chopped for a hearty soup, a medley of colors and flavors mingling together. I prepared sandwiches with ham, tuna, and egg, wrapping each one in foil to keep them fresh and crisp. They were carefully placed into Tupperware boxes, which I stacked neatly on the kitchen island.

While the chicken and soup cooked, I raided the snack cabinet. I gathered biscuits, chocolate bars, trail mix, cereal bars, boxes of raisins, and crackers. Fruit was placed into sealed bags, ensuring it would stay fresh. Large bags of chips with flavors like salt and vinegar, cheese and onion, and pickled onion were added to the mix. Once the chicken was ready, I made chicken mayo sandwiches and filled five boxes with chicken salad. The soup was poured into two large flasks, ready to warm us on the road.

Finally, I collected drinks and bottles of water, ensuring we would stay hydrated throughout the journey. Essentials such as utensils, condiments, plates, and bowls were packed into one of the duffle bags, the perfect storage solution for our road trip culinary needs. With everything prepared and packed, I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of accomplishment. The road to Utah awaited, and with it, the promise of new adventures.

As I stood back, observing the assortment of luggage and food supplies, I felt a mix of nostalgia and excitement. Each item packed was a bridge between the life I was leaving behind and the one I was about to embrace. The familiar sounds of the house seemed to whisper a farewell as I made my final preparations. The upcoming journey was not just a physical trip but also a step towards new possibilities and unforeseen experiences. With each task completed, I felt more ready to face whatever lay ahead, knowing that I carried with me the cherished memories of yesterday and the hopes for tomorrow.

As I stood in the hallway, the weight of the day ahead settled on my shoulders like a familiar cloak. The duffle bag, packed meticulously with prepared food, was nestled beside the rest of the luggage cases. I took a moment to tie my hair back into a ponytail, the strands no longer brushing against my neck, and I felt ready to face the tasks ahead. Returning to the kitchen, I surveyed the room with a critical eye. It was time to get things in order, to leave the space spotless. I gathered an assortment of cleaning supplies—bottles of sprays, cloths of varying textures, and gloves to protect my hands. My first mission was to tackle the cabinets. I opened each one, pulling out the contents and inspecting them carefully. Anything perishable or unlikely to last found its way into a large bin liner. There was a certain satisfaction in the methodical process of clearing out the fridge and emptying its contents.

The fridge was a treasure trove of forgotten leftovers and expired condiments. Each item that landed in the bin liner was a step towards a fresh start. With the shelves empty, I wiped them down thoroughly, making sure the surfaces gleamed under the kitchen light. The lampshade above the table caught my attention next. A thin layer of dust had settled there, almost unnoticeable until you looked closely. I climbed onto a chair, carefully removing the shade and cleaning it until it was as bright as the day it was bought. Cleaning behind the fridge was a more demanding task. I pulled the heavy appliance away from the wall, revealing a secret world of crumbs and debris. It was amazing how much could accumulate behind such a seemingly immovable object. Armed with determination, I scrubbed the wall and floor until no trace of neglect remained. The dishes were next on my list. The sink was full of pots and pans, remnants of past meals that had once brought joy and comfort. I washed each item with care, feeling the warm water and soap bubbles dance across my fingers. As each dish was dried and placed back in its rightful spot, the kitchen began to feel more like a blank canvas.

Satisfied with the state of the countertops and cabinets, I dropped to my knees, ready to tackle the floor. This was a task reserved for the strongest cleaning solutions I had. The bleach's sharp scent filled the air as I worked, scrubbing the tiles with a vigor that left them gleaming. There was something cathartic about the physical exertion, each swipe of the cloth a step towards clarity and order. Once the kitchen was spotless, the bin liners needed to be taken out. I hefted them over my shoulder, making my way outside to the trash cans. I didn't care who might stumble upon the discarded contents; it was enough that they were out of my space, no longer a concern. The bags landed in the cans with a satisfying thud, and I felt a sense of closure with every step back to the house. I paused briefly in the kitchen doorway, taking in the pristine room with a touch of pride. Everything was in its place, the surfaces shining, the air carrying the faint scent of citrus cleaner. But I wasn't done yet. Armed with my cleaning supplies, I moved towards the sitting room.

The sitting room was next on my agenda, a space that had seen many evenings of laughter and conversation. I entered with my cleaning supplies in hand, ready to transform it into a haven of tidiness. As I set to work, I couldn't help but feel a sense of purpose, a determination to leave things better than I found them. Each stroke of the cloth, each sweep of the vacuum, was an act of care, a step towards creating a space that felt like a fresh start.

In the quiet of the room, I found solace. The process of cleaning was more than just a chore; it was a way to clear my mind, to focus on the task at hand, and leave behind whatever weighed on my heart. As I moved through the room, I discovered forgotten trinkets and cherished mementos, each one a reminder of the moments that had shaped my journey. The sitting room began to transform under my care. The couch was vacuumed, the cushions fluffed, and the coffee table polished to a shine. I dusted the shelves, taking care to arrange the books and knickknacks in a way that felt both organized and inviting. The curtains were drawn back, allowing the sunlight to spill into the room, casting a warm glow over everything.

As the last surface was wiped clean, I stood back to admire my handiwork. The room felt refreshed, a space that welcomed the possibility of new memories.

As I stepped back to admire the sitting room, now pristine and tidy, a small sense of satisfaction settled within me. The subtle light filtering through the windows danced across the freshly polished surfaces, casting gentle reflections that seemed to breathe life into the space. I allowed myself a brief moment to appreciate the transformation before turning my attention to the hallway.

The hallway was lined with framed photographs, each telling a story of family history. I carefully dusted each frame, pausing to study the faces captured within. A younger me, beaming with innocence and promise, stared back from one of the pictures, evoking memories of simpler times. But there was no time for nostalgia today. I methodically swept and mopped the floor, ensuring every corner was immaculate.

My bedroom was next. As I entered, I took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of lavender. I methodically organized my belongings, rearranging books and trinkets with precision. After a final sweep of the room, I moved on to my mom's bedroom. Her room was a sanctuary of sorts, filled with the warmth only a mother's space could exude. The floral wallpaper seemed to wrap the room in a comforting embrace. I carefully dusted her dresser, straightening the array of perfumes and jewelry boxes that adorned it.

Once all the rooms were cleaned, I began gathering the curtains. Each room held its own set, heavy with the scent of the house and memories of countless days and nights. They were a challenge to remove, but I managed, pulling them down and folding them in a heap at my feet. The towels were next, collected from each bathroom, leaving just one set in place for arms full of fabric, I made my way to the linen cupboard. It was a treasure trove of sheets and pillowcases, each more worn than the last. I pulled everything out, adding it to the growing pile that now included the bed linens from both my bedroom and my mom's. The sheer volume of items surprised me, yet I knew it was necessary. I carried the load downstairs, my steps echoing in the empty house.

The washing machine stood ready, an unassuming ally in my plan. I stuffed it full, adding bleach liberally to ensure the complete destruction of anything that might bear my trace. The drum whirred to life, the sound a comforting hum that filled the silence. After the initial fifteen-minute cycle, I moved the wet, newly obliterated fabrics into the dryer, feeling a sense of resolve with each transfer.

The night was shrouded in a heavy veil of silence as I made my way down the dimly lit street. It was already past eleven, and the world around me seemed to hold its breath. My head was bowed low, the fabric of my hood casting shadows across my face. The street was empty, but habit and caution compelled me to keep my gaze on the pavement, blending into the darkness like a whisper. I navigated through the familiar path, my footsteps muffled against the cold concrete. My destination loomed ahead: the Baker family home, a place I knew too well. As I approached, the stillness of the night wrapped around me, its chill seeping through the layers of my clothing. I slipped into the driveway, glancing around to ensure no prying eyes watched from the shadows.

With a swift motion, I reached for the lock on the garage door, my fingers curling around the cold metal. The lock gave way effortlessly under my grip, the strength that coursed through me a reminder of the life I now led. The door swung open with a quiet creak, and I moved quickly, knowing time was not on my side. Inside the garage, the station wagon sat patiently, I collected the keys before sliding into the driver's seat and twisting the ignition. The engine roared to life, a welcome sound in the quiet night, though I kept it low, the hum a gentle purr that would not betray my presence. Leaving the car idling, I stepped back into the cold, turning my attention to the trailer parked beside the garage. My breath escaped in visible puffs as I assessed its weight and position. With a determined focus, I grasped the trailer's handle, my muscles coiling with effort. Bit by bit, I maneuvered it along the driveway, the task demanding every ounce of strength I possessed.

It took careful consideration and a keen sense of balance to align the trailer with the back of the station wagon. The night air stung my cheeks as I worked, my hands deftly securing the hitch. I double-checked the connection, ensuring it held firm, my fingers numbed by the biting cold.

Satisfied with my work, I climbed back into the station wagon, reversing it smoothly halfway down the driveway. The car responded to my touch like an extension of my own will, each movement precise and deliberate. I paused, glancing back at the garage, its door still ajar. A few quick strides brought me back to the garage door, which I pulled shut with a muted clatter. The lock was beyond repair, but I forced it back into place, hoping it would hold long enough to mask my intrusion. With one last look at the Baker house, I returned to the station wagon. The drive back to my house was brief, the familiar route passing by in a blur of shadows and streetlights. My heart beat steadily, a rhythm that matched the quiet thrum of the engine. I parked the car outside my home, the trailer's presence a silent promise of tasks yet to come.

Stepping out into the night once more, I felt the cold seep into my bones, urging me towards the warmth of my house. Each step was a reminder of the conditions outside, the air crisp and biting. A part of me longed to rush inside, to escape the night and its chill. Once inside, I closed the door behind me, the warmth of the house enveloping me like a familiar embrace. The night outside was forgotten, its chill left behind as I settled into the silence of my home.

Next, I embarked on the task of gathering all the blankets and pillows, taking them outside with me to the car. I meticulously arranged five seats, stacking each with two robust blankets and two plush pillows for everyone who would be traveling with us. Our previous journey had been comfortably warm, but this time I was determined to ensure we remained exceptionally cozy throughout the trip. Just as I had done before, I collected all the hot water bottles from inside my home, filled each one with scalding water, and placed them under each blanket. This was to make sure they were pre-heated and ready to provide warmth during our journey. The weather was reminiscent of winter, and I felt relieved that we were escaping to sunlit Utah, our destination that we would reach in no time.

I made yet another trip back to my house, this time returning with hats, gloves, scarves, and woolly socks. These items were all carefully packed into a plastic bag, which I then stored on the passenger seat floor along with the food bag. I was confident that Elena wouldn't mind sacrificing a small amount of legroom for the sake of comfort. Another bag accompanying us was filled with essentials for any road trip—items such as toilet paper, magazines, romance novels, CDs, hand cream, wet wipes, tampons, lip balm, cotton wool, makeup remover gel, a hairbrush, and some painkillers were all packed and ready to go. With everything else under control and just one hour left before our departure, I headed to the bathroom. I left the door slightly ajar to keep an eye on the clock in the hallway. As the bath filled, I added salts and bubble bath, allowing the aromatic steam to rise while I moved into my bedroom. I had already laid out my travel clothes, and I was confident that the ensemble would keep me warm throughout our journey. I then picked up my phone from the nightstand, removed the SIM card, and snapped it in half. I carried the fragmented pieces with me into the kitchen, tossing them down the drain and letting the water run to ensure they were gone. Next, I took the phone into the utility room, where I broke it with all my might and placed it into the washing machine. I drenched it in bleach and then discarded the clothes I was wearing into the machine before starting the wash cycle.

Finally, I turned off the water in the kitchen and switched on the air conditioning. This would make the house exceedingly cold, helping to eliminate any lingering scents in the air. The preparations were complete, and everything was set. I used a few minutes of my time then to submit the prepared email to the sheriff's department about my mom's retirement from her own account obviously.

I needed a bath despite the ticking clock. I needed this; I turned on the TV in the sitting room, switching up the volume high enough for me to hear it in the bathroom. I turned on Father of the Bride; there was just something comforting about the score of that movie that always held meaning for me. I eased into the tub listening to its intro and settled my mind and body. As I bathed, my thoughts drifted to my past. I found myself reliving memories, each one vivid and raw. I could feel the emotions stirring within me, threatening to pull me under, but I remained focused, keeping a tight leash on my control. We'd been apart for a month, and now we were bringing Bonnie into our lives before we'd fully recovered from that. It was risky; it was beyond risky, actually, but having Bonnie join us was decided by all of us as a family. Besides, I doubted anything at all would happen between her and Klaus; I mean, after all this time, Klaus was starting to kiss Elena a bit, but nothing had happened between them. So I doubted he and Bonnie would have something too.

I closed my eyes, trying to clear my mind and center myself. After a few moments, I pulled the plug on the drain and rose from the water, feeling refreshed and renewed. I'd taken the time to wash my hair despite my aching body, and I was glad I'd made the effort. But the hard work was far from over; I had a thousand miles ahead of me, just like the others. I made my way into my bedroom, shivering at the strength of the air conditioning. I knotted up my hair and got dressed in my wooly traveling clothes that included the heaviest scarf I owned and a hat, which was already working its magic to protect my damp hair from the cold. I went around the house with my sleeve over my hand as I wiped down the light switches, door handles, and window handles, removing my fingerprints and switching off each light as I left the room, never to return to it again.

It was suddenly very quiet, and I hated it. I hated that I could hear myself breathing and nothing more as I stood in darkness by the front door gazing out of the glass panel and looking out onto the street. It was ten minutes to two. I was ahead of time, but it didn't matter. I'd rather be ten minutes early than ten minutes late. It was eerily quiet, just like it had been that night eight months ago. I remember how terrified I was that Elena and April weren't going to show up; so much in my life would have been different if they hadn't, but I was so beyond thrilled that they did. That night changed my life, and tonight could only start to renew what we had before; we were hitting the reset button, and it was going to be worth it. Having Vickie and Bonnie around was going to be a new challenge for everyone, but our life had been that way since the start; we had to embrace jealousy and change as they were certainties in plural marriage.

I was clenching the keys to the station wagon in my hand; I could feel the side of my luggage case against my thigh; everything was prepared, and all I needed now was them. Within only two minutes or so, I saw two dark figures at the bottom of my street, and I held my breath at the sight as they were both carrying what I knew were their travel bags. I watched them as they neared my home, and I felt the butterflies in my stomach as they got closer; I felt like a kid about to see a Disney movie. It was Vickie and April, both dressed for the weather, both in black, and both marching down the street as fast as they could considering the luggage they were both hauling. I cleared my throat, choking back the tears. It was time to go. I unlocked my front door and slid my hands into the handles of my luggage, setting them out onto the porch one by one before slinging my duffel bags up onto my shoulders.

With everything set on the front porch, I locked up the house and pocketed the keys, not that I would need them anyway. I quickly collected all of my luggage, my shoulders aching from the strain of the multiple duffle bag handles dangling from my shoulders as I slowly, very slowly, carried them down the pathway from my house and towards the trailer. Vickie and April approached from the opposite side of the street, eagerly moving towards the trailer, piling in the luggage without too much noise as I loaded mine without a word said between us. When I heard approaching footsteps, Vickie and I both looked over to find Elena coming towards us wearing the exact clothes she'd worn that night but this time carrying almost double the amount of luggage, which I immediately turned to help her with, loading them onto the trailer with her help.

"Where is she?" Vickie whispered what we were all thinking, and Elena was quick to look at her wristwatch before answering.

"She'll be here." Elena responded, no doubt about it in her tone.

Bonnie had a few more minutes left to show up, and we knew she would be there on time. We continued to work loading up the trailer; it wasn't easy. We had to load everything so everything fit and wouldn't slide about as we drove. Each of us exchanging worried glances at each other as the minutes passed on and there was still no sign of Bonnie.

"Put the cases into the trunk of the car." I instructed April, who nodded.

As I unlocked the trunk for her, I caught sight of Bonnie at the bottom of the street. She was carrying three cases in each hand, and her arms were full of bags.

I looked over my shoulder toward Vickie and Elena, who were still loading. "Guys, guys," I whispered before turning my head to look back over in her direction. "There she is." I whispered again to get their attention, and both of them immediately turned to look in her direction.

Bonnie made her way towards us; she was dressed in black jeans and a black hoodie with the hood pulled over her head. She carried on walking towards us without a single pause until she reached the trailer, and only then did she stop to take off her bags and drop them down in front of me.

"Sorry, I—"

"No time," Vickie said, her teeth chattering.

"She's right; let's keep moving." I said, coming alongside them to help load up the remaining cases.

It didn't take us long to get all the luggage loaded into the trailer with the car, and we were ready to go; it was still a few minutes until two a.m. I used the tarp from inside the trailer and hooked it over our luggage with Elena's help, securing all four sides, which we all double-checked to make sure no water could get inside or anything could peek through the gaps.

"Let's go; it's time." I whispered and walked quickly towards the driver's seat, climbing inside with Elena, who immediately got into the passenger seat beside me.

Bonnie and Vickie climbed into the back, with April taking the same seat behind Elena as she had done before with Bonnie in the middle. The sound of teeth chattering was masked only by the sound of everyone pulling their blankets around themselves and grasping their hot water bottles before I turned on the engine. I locked my door and watched Elena do the same as we waited for the other three to get themselves comfortable; we'd have to swap seats every few miles so everyone took a turn in the back.

"Everyone keep your eyes open." I whispered as I began to ease the car down the street, "If you see any movement or anything odd, just say so; we all need to be vigilant." I reminded them as I turned the corner heading down another street.

"No problem." April whispered, and I glanced in the review mirror, catching her gaze for a moment, and nodded.

Driving through the town felt like a silent farewell, the kind that weighed heavily in the air. No words passed between us, just the shared understanding of what leaving meant. The cold seeped into the car, matching the chill creeping into my heart. As we neared the town line, the reality of never returning settled over us like a heavy blanket.

Crossing the boundary, Vickie's voice broke the silence from the backseat. "No turning back now," she said, her voice holding a note of finality. It was a statement that underscored the gravity of our departure.

Elena sat beside me, offering directions as we navigated unfamiliar roads. Occasionally, I glanced in the rearview mirror, catching glimpses of our group. Bonnie was absorbed in a book, her focus unbroken by the passing hours. Vickie flipped through a magazine, while April had already surrendered to sleep.

The journey stretched on, hours blending into each other, marked only by necessary stops. We paused for bathroom breaks and refueling, avoiding drawing attention at gas stations. Instead, we parked discreetly and filled canisters away from prying eyes to keep our presence unnoticed. In the car, our conversation remained calm. We discussed practical matters, like the roles we had assumed for appearances. We explained to Bonnie that I had always been Klaus's first wife and therefore he could only be seen going in and out of my house and not through their front doors.

In the car, our conversation remained calm. We discussed practical matters, like the roles we had assumed for appearances. We explained to Bonnie that I had always been Klaus's first wife and therefore he could only be seen going in and out of my house and not through the front doors of any of their houses, we explained how he used my house to gain entry to the backyards where he would cross into whatever house he was staying at that night.

"Speaking of we haven't talked about the schedule." April noted

"Uh actually I've got it in mind for the first week," I admitted then "I had time to think about it while I was driving my mom's crusier to the sheriff's department."

"So what did you come up with?" Vickie asked.

I tucked my hair behind my ear "So we're not going to keep it simple like keeping it in line with the order we got married," I continued "So it's going to Vickie on the first two nights we get there, it's your double for the next two months and don't argue that fact, it's going to be the same for everyone now that there's," I paused glancing into the rear mirror "Five of us."

"Whose after Vickie?" April asked cutting the obvious tension.

"It will be Elena's night on the Wednesday, then you the next, he'll be at my place on Friday and then on Saturday and Sunday," I paused once more looking to the rear mirror "He's going to be at your place Bonnie, both nights."

"Why both?"

"It's just the way it works, it was every month we would all get a double with him but now, it will be different." April replied.

"I think you should talk to him about it." Vickie said "He's got to have a say in-"

"The schedule is ours." I reminded her.

"Yeah but-"

"No, Klaus has final say on everything else, the schedule remains in ours." I told her.

Vickie sighed "All I'm saying is, maybe he wants to spend more time with one of us then the others." she said.

"Really? You're talking like this already?" Elena asked.

"Yeah because she's making it seem like she's got all the answers." I said.

"Or maybe I'm opening your eyes, we're changing, he's changing. This isn't the small times anymore, ladies. This is the big leagues, and it started the second we crossed that town line."

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Klaus Mikaelson

Driving along the seemingly endless highway, I felt the hum of the engine beneath me as I made my way to Utah. The road stretched out like a blank canvas, with nothing but miles of open space ahead. I reached for my new phone, resting on the dashboard where it had been charging for the past hour, its screen glowing softly in the dim light.

With a deep breath, I punched in a number I hadn't dialed in nearly a year. The digits felt familiar under my fingertips, yet strangely distant. Since the girls left, my thoughts had been a constant companion. The mega store I once envisioned paled in comparison to the grand plans forming in my mind now. I was no longer content with just a large store; I wanted my name to be synonymous with success. I envisioned building the largest, most profitable mall in all of Utah—a symbol of my ambition and a foundation for an empire.

Marcus was still in my plans, destined to take up the role of Vice President, but I realized I needed someone else. Someone who could stand alongside me, someone I could rely on to manage things when I wasn't there. This person needed to be a constant presence as I expanded beyond Utah, reaching across the country.

With a moment of hesitation, I lifted the phone to my ear, listening to the ringing echo in the car. Patience was key, knowing the person I was calling rarely answered numbers he didn't recognize. I counted each ring until, finally, on the fifth, the line connected.

"Hello?" Elijah's voice came through, familiar and yet different after all this time.

A smile crept onto my face as I replied, "Hello, brother. I believe we have some matters to discuss."

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Elena Mikaelson

We were just a hundred miles outside of Utah when we had to stop once more to get gas. Vickie, wanting to stretch her legs, had offered to fill up the tanks while Bonnie, needing to use the restroom, agreed to tag alongside her. I could tell that neither of them was thrilled at the idea of being alone, but the prospect of some fresh air and a bathroom break was too tempting to pass up. Their quick agreement gave the three of us left in the car a brief, yet precious, moment to ourselves.

"I'm sweating so bad," April moaned from her spot in the backseat, fanning herself with a magazine she had found under the seat. "I can't believe it; it was like winter back in Mystic Falls." Her voice had a slight whine to it, one that was all too familiar on long road trips like this.

"I'll roll down my window," Caroline said, sitting beside me in the front. She reached for the window crank, a small smile playing on her lips as the warm breeze blew through the car, offering a welcome reprieve from the stifling heat. The air smelled faintly of desert sand and gasoline, a scent that was both foreign and strangely comforting.

My eyes followed Vickie and Bonnie as they crossed the rickety road towards the gas station, their figures growing smaller with each step. This was the only opportunity I would have to broach the topic that had been weighing heavily on my mind before we reached Utah. I wanted to lay it all out in the open, no matter how uncomfortable it might make everyone feel. I was determined to share this part of my life with them because it was important, and I couldn't keep it to myself any longer. It was time to tell them about my relationship with Klaus. This was my life too, and I was resolute in my decision to live it fully and truthfully. As I watched my friends drift away, the resolve within me solidified, knowing that this conversation was inevitable and necessary for my own peace of mind.

"I wanted to talk to you both before we got back to Utah. I was really hoping it would be just us, so I thought now was as good a time as any." I sat before sitting upright in the passenger seat.

"Okay..." April replied her tone was light and airy, but the curiosity was written all over her face.

I took a deep breath and began, "It's about Klaus and me—"

"Elena, if you two are still fighting, it's not a good idea to involve us." Caroline was quick to say.

"We're not fighting anymore; that's not what this is about," I told her. "I'm trying to tell you both something."

April edged forward. "Is everything okay?"

I stared straight ahead, my nerves stabbing at my stomach, and the bases of my feet were tingling as I took another deep breath to calm myself. "Klaus and I, we slept together."

"Wait, what? When? How?" April asked so excitedly she looked like a child on Christmas morning.

"The night Vickie joined us," I replied, recalling that night vividly. "It was—"

"While we were in Mystic Falls?" Caroline asked, her tone low, and she was staring right at me.

I nodded, "Yeah," I breathed, and then looked at April. "It's something that we had been talking about for a while, and it just happened that night. But it wasn't just that one night." I paused again. "It wasn't just once; we've been having sex for a while."

April smiled ear to ear. "Oh my God!"

I turned to look at her. "You don't have to be happy about this."

"Why wouldn't I be happy about this? You guys are so amazing for each other; I'm just so glad you both finally seen it. Right, Caroline?" April nudged her arm.

Caroline sighed. "I don't know about all that, but I am glad you two are at least getting along."

"Caroline, I didn't mean to keep it from you; it's just—"

"It's not my business, Elena," she paused to smile. "Really, it's not a big deal. You look so nervous right now."

"It's a huge deal; the only person I ever talked to about any of this is Vickie, and even then, I didn't tell her everything."

"You told Vickie?" Caroline asked, and I wished I hadn't said that.

"She's one of us now; why wouldn't I?"

"…Sure, why not." Caroline replied.

"I was so hoping you two would realize it sooner or later," April continued in the back. "I mean, ask Caroline; I had hopes from the beginning that you two would get together."

"And now you're married again." Caroline said, picking up a magazine from the dashboard and opening it up in her lap.

"We all are." I pointed out.

"I guess Vickie was right then," April smiled brightly. "Everything really is going to be different this time."

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Vickie Mikaelson

Inside the dimly lit gas station, I kept my head down, trying to blend into the mundane surroundings as I paid for the refills. The cashier barely acknowledged my presence, which was exactly what I wanted. I shifted my gaze nervously, making sure no one was paying too much attention. Bonnie was still in the bathroom, which gave me a little more time to execute my plan without raising any suspicion.

While waiting, I discreetly purchased a burner phone, feeling a slight thrill at the secrecy of it all. Activating it was a quick process, and I wasted no time patching in the code Klaus had given me back in Mystic Falls. The memory of our meeting in the forest was vivid in my mind; the tension, the sense of urgency before the rest of them appeared. Klaus had been adamant about keeping our transaction under wraps, emphasizing that this was a one-time deal exclusively between us.

My heart raced a little as I awaited the notification, and a smirk crept onto my face when it finally buzzed, confirming the account number Klaus had provided me with was indeed active and contained a hefty sum of fifty thousand dollars. This secret account was a small victory, a hidden resource that Klaus insisted I keep to myself. He had made it clear that the others must remain in the dark, warning me that discretion was key if I wanted the funds to remain intact.

The reason for this clandestine agreement was simple yet significant. I had done Klaus a substantial favor by covering up his little New York secret with Elena. It was a delicate situation that could have spiraled out of control, but my intervention ensured it remained under wraps. When I'd reminded Klaus of my desire for surgery, he didn't hesitate. His gratitude was palpable, and he assured me that everything was already set in motion.

By the time I had returned from the other side, Klaus had orchestrated the entire process. Not only was he covering the financial aspect, but he had also scheduled a consultation with a reputable cosmetic surgeon for me during our first week in Utah. The thought of it filled me with a mix of excitement and anticipation. Soon, unbeknownst to the other wives, I would finally have the implants I had been longing for, a personal enhancement that would remain my little secret, just like the account. This was a new beginning for me, one that promised change and discretion, all thanks to a secret deal with Klaus, or should I say my new husband.

Unknown to the rest of them, when I'd whispered to Klaus, "Tell me you don't like the idea of me with big juicy watermelons." Klaus hadn't responded, thus proving he was into the idea of me having breast implants, which was why he was paying for them. It was the icing on the cake; I would get what I wanted, and he would get to live out his fantasy of a big-chested wife, something none of the others could provide him.

Klaus was embracing all of his darkest temptations, and we were only just getting started.

The second we were alone tonight, I planned to do whatever he wanted all night long.