Hello everyone! I'm sorry that it took me literal years to update this. I'm also sorry that it's not up to my usual standard. I just couldn't look at it for another second. Luckily, this is the last real filler chapter and we're moving on to mostly new plot from here on out :) I really love this story. It's one of my favorite ones in terms of the plot and outline I have planned, and I'm determined to finish it because I want you to see what I have planned for it. I hope you're as excited to read the rest as I am to write it. Thanks for sticking with me!

Mystic Falls - Present

Rebekah tucked her hair behind her ears and reached up to knock on the door, pasting a worried look on her face. It was opened a few moments later by a girl who, sure enough, looked like she could be Katerina's twin. Rebekah had to calm her anger when she saw the necklace resting on the doppelganger's throat. It looked like Niklaus's new little pet's information hadn't been off after all. "Hi?" the doppelganger half-asked.

"Hi," Rebekah said, careful to mask her accent as best she could. "I'm driving through on my way to visit my brother at Whitmore and my phone is dead. Do you by any chance have a charger I could borrow? Or a phone?"

"Of course," the doppelganger said kindly, standing aside and holding the door open. "Come in."

She really was an idiot. This was the girl Stefan had decided he was in love with? If she hadn't remembered their time together so well she'd think his taste was questionable.

She reached out as soon as she entered to rip the necklace from Elena's throat, hissing at the sting of the vervain before grabbing the girl's chin, catching her eyes. "Be silent and still," she instructed, waiting to make sure that Elena followed the order before reaching to slip the necklace into the pocket of her jacket.

She licked her lips at the sound of the doppelganger's pulse beating so alluringly. It was too bad that Nik had made her promise not to eat the girl. Doppelgangers were magical, and the blood of a magical being was a delicacy that Rebekah grew more aware of how much she missed with every beat of Elena's heart.

"You'll forget that I was here," Rebekah instructed. "You will go back to whatever you were doing."

"I'll forget that you were here and go back to what I was doing," Elena repeated dreamily. Rebekah backed out of the house the moment the compulsion took hold, closing the door gently. She waited until she heard Elena return to the television before speeding back to the mansion. The sooner Nik could contact their mother, the sooner he'd know how to make his silly hybrids, and the sooner they could get out of this one-pony town, hopefully without the little blonde tag-along.

She didn't like her one bit. She didn't like how Elijah seemed to use her as a replacement or how Nik looked at her like she was a meal. The girl was disrespectful and naive, and she had no place in their family. Perhaps once Elijah was undaggered and they were reunited he'd see sense and send the interloper away.

When she handed her brother the necklace a few minutes later, his smile was all teeth, his eyes flashing gold for just a moment.

"Thank you, sister."

"Anything else, Nik? I have things to do."

"Not at all. Feel free to run along," he said with a wave of his hand that felt annoyingly dismissive. She bristled, only annoyed more by the dimpled grin he shot her. "No need to be testy, Bekah."

"I'm not testy," she said through gritted teeth, tossing her hair to see Caroline tapping away at her phone on the couch, Stefan beside her, staring off into space. "Hello, Stefan."

She could have sworn she saw Caroline roll her eyes at her lack of greeting.

"Rebekah," Stefan greeted with a nod, his eyes holding none of the affection she was used to. She felt a pang in her chest, a tightness in her throat, and she looked away, glaring at nothing in particular.

"I'm going on a walk," she said, walking towards the door. "Do enjoy your little group project, Nik. Tell me if you manage to find out anything interesting."

XXX

Bonnie looked up when her phone beeped, grabbing it to check a text from Elena, feeling her blood run cold when she saw the text.

[Elena]: A vampire just came to my house and took the necklace Stefan gave me

Bonnie called her immediately, letting out a huff of frustration when Elena rejected the call.

[Elena]: I don't know if she can still hear me. I don't want to talk on the phone.

[Bonnie]: Are you okay?

[Elena]: Yeah. She compelled me to stay silent and not move, so I did because I was scared that if she found out that I can't be compelled anymore, she'd kill me.

[Elena]: And then she took the necklace and just left. She compelled me to forget everything.

"Well, at least she can't be compelled now," Bonnie muttered to herself, already trying to figure out the best plan. She hated to pull the Salvatores into it, since they were not only overprotective of Elena, but also bad at actually protecting Elena, but she might have to.

[Elena]: She had an accent. I think she's Australian. Do you think she's friends with Klaus?

[Bonnie]: Idk

She didn't like the idea of that at all. Why would Klaus need to be back, anyway? And what would he want with Elena's necklace? That seemed unlikely.

[Bonnie]: I'm sure lots of vampires have accents. Maybe she's an old friend of Stefan's

[Bonnie]: You need to come over though. Like NOW. I don't want you to be alone.

[Bonnie]: How did she get close enough to get your necklace anyway?

[Elena]: I might have invited her in. She said her phone was dead and she needed to call her parents!

Bonnie groaned. Elena had always been too nice for her own good, but inviting in some random person now that they knew about vampires bordered on stupid.

[Bonnie]: You have to come over then. You can't just be alone in a place a vampire can get in, Elena!

[Elena]: I'll pack and come over right now. Don't worry about me :)

Bonnie snorted.

[Bonnie]: Worrying about you has become a full-time job. Hopefully it'll get better now that Klaus has left for good, though.

XXX

"She ended the connection," the witch said unnecessarily a moment after Esther disappeared. "I can try to call her back if you didn't get what you needed."

"Not at all," Klaus said, reaching out to snap the witch's neck almost absently-she knew too much now and therefore couldn't be trusted-still turning his mother's words over in his head, trying to figure out how they could possibly be true.

The ritual didn't work as it should have, Niklaus. The doppelganger still lives.

Klaus turned the words over in his head a million times, pacing back and forth in the living room of the ostentatious mansion he'd had built on the outskirts of Mystic Falls for almost half an hour in silence. Stefan and Caroline sat with stiff-straight backs on a couch, exchanging furtive glances every time his fingers flexed with the urge to throw something. The witch's corpse remained untouched at their feet.

His mother hadn't been thrilled with his curse-breaking success, of course. She'd sniffed and curled her lip, her eyes flashing when she realized what he'd done. He'd been surprised at the slight glimmer of triumph in her eyes, not when he said his hybrids were dying, but when she gave him the supposed key he needed.

The doppelganger still lives.

He ran a distracted hand through his hair again, snarling at nothing in particular. The simple fact of whether the doppelganger lived or died after the fact shouldn't have anything to do with the ritual's success or with his ability to turn wolves. His blood was the same whether Stefan's precious Elena was living or dead. It shouldn't have anything to do with her life at all. He had half a mind to kill her out of curiosity, but something stopped him whenever he considered it.

He froze as the realization hit him like a fist to the stomach, his brandy sloshing over the side of his glass from the sudden stop in movement. "That bitch," he hissed, tossing the tumbler at the wall, the shards tearing through the wallpaper and embedding in the plaster from the strength of his throw.

Killing Elena after her rebirth would do nothing to the spell, and Esther knew that. No, his mother hadn't wanted him to make the hybrids, so it only followed that she would try to get in his way by watching him destroy the thing that would allow him to do it in his quest for the one thing he wanted.

"I know what the key is. Caroline, sweetheart, please escort the ripper to the basement. I wouldn't want him to get hurt trying to live out a stupidly heroic fantasy."

"Are you going to hurt Elena?" Stefan demanded.

Caroline winced before reaching and snapping Stefan's neck while he was busy snarling at Klaus, watching him crumple to the floor with a look of slight regret. "Does the basement have like, cells?"

"Yes. The doors only open from the outside, so you can run along and throw him in any that you fancy. Then come back here."

"Yes, sir," she muttered grumpily, easily hauling Stefan over her shoulder and moving towards the staircase, pausing for a moment and turning back to look at him. "Are you?"

"Am I?"

"Going to hurt Elena?"

"Don't tell me you care for the girl? You've known her for how long?"

"Don't judge me," Caroline said defensively. "Not all of us are freaking sociopaths, Klaus. She's a nice kid."

"If my theory is correct, I'm not going to do anything permanent. Don't worry your pretty head."

Caroline looked like she wanted to argue, but she seemed to think better of it, and he watched her carry Stefan down the stairs to the dungeons. She did look lovely following orders. When she came back, she wiped her palms on the jeans she'd taken from her house when they'd arrived, looking at him expectantly. "So? What are we doing?"

His lips curled at her use of 'we'. He did appreciate a team player.

"Track down Elena and text me when you find her. I need to pick something up on the way. I promise that the doppelganger won't die by my hand tonight."

Caroline narrowed her eyes. "That's basically an invitation for you to order a hit."

"She won't die tonight if I can prevent it," he amended. "In fact, I'm fairly certain I need her alive. Satisfied?"

Caroline shrugged, stuffing her phone in her pocket. "I guess."

"And do include Rebekah in the text as well, won't you? She'll be ever so cross if after all that dramatic effort to get an invitation to the doppelganger's house, she's deprived of her big reveal."

After sending Caroline off with her instructions, Klaus made his way to the tents behind his mansion where his new pack remained. His soon to be hybrids.

The witch had cast a spell to keep them locked in their tents until Klaus took them out personally, and he knelt in front of the biggest tent where he'd stored the alpha. "Jules, love?"

Silence.

He stuck his head in to investigate, rearing back when the alpha came at him with a makeshift stake and reaching out to grab it, tossing it behind him and grabbing her by the wrist. "I suggest you don't try that again," he advised, pulling her out despite her trying to escape his grasp. "Don't you want to know what's to become of you?"

"I already know, and I refuse," Jules hissed, still trying to break free.

He tsked, shaking his head mockingly as he dragged her with him towards the gates that led off the property, smiling when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

[Caroline]: Got her.

[Caroline]: What do you want me to do?

[Klaus]: Bring her somewhere with a knife and collect a bit of her blood for me. Don't feed her yours to heal her after. Do you understand?

[Caroline]: Yup. I'll take her to the school science lab.

[Klaus]: See you there, sweetheart.

XXX

Caroline sighed, shoving Elena into a chair as gently as she could and duct taping her wrists to the arms. "I'm really sorry," she said again over Elena's sniffling, trying to sound sympathetic. "You're not about to die, I promise."

"Where's Stefan?" Elena hiccuped. "I want to see him."

"He's totally safe," Caroline said reassuringly, hoping that she wasn't wrong and he was doing just fine in his dungeon cell. "You're going to be fine."

Finding Elena had been surprisingly easy. She'd stopped by her house first and she'd been in the process of getting into her car. Getting Elena to the school had been more of a project. She seemed to have no sense of self-preservation and had tried to run off, which meant Caroline had to muscle her the whole way.

Ugh. Teenagers.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"We're just taking a little bit of blood. Klaus thinks it will help him make hybrids."

"Why are you helping him?" Elena asked. "I thought Elijah said-"

"Klaus took my father and locked him in a coffin," Caroline said with forced patience. "I'm helping Klaus get his hybrid club started, and in exchange for that he'll undagger my father."

"I can help you," Elena offered immediately. "We can work together. We can get Elijah back! Just don't-"

"You can't help me," Caroline interrupted firmly. "I'm sorry, Elena. There really isn't any reason to get so worked up about this. A little blood loss is a small price to pay for Klaus leaving you alone."

She hoped she wasn't lying.

Elena continued to sniffle and squirm and complain, but eventually Caroline managed to get a few vials of blood. "Tell me if I'm pressing too hard," Caroline said, holding a cotton swab to Elena's wound.

"No. It's fine. I can hold it while you find me a band-aid if you until my other arm."

Caroline snorted. "I wasn't born yesterday, Elena. But thanks for the offer."

She looked up when the door opened, watching Klaus stride in with the Jules's corpse slung over his shoulder. Caroline raised her eyebrows when she saw the smear of blood on Jules's lips. "Is she your first victim?"

"Not a victim, love," Klaus corrected, laying the wolf on the floor and squatting to watch her until she woke. "Or she won't feel that way, at least."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Klaus didn't get a chance to respond, interrupted by Jules's scream as she woke, her body writhing on the floor. "Where's the blood?"

Caroline handed him a vial, which he unstopped, bending to offer it to the wolf. "There there, love. Just take a drink."

"No," Jules wheezed, turning her face away from it. "I don't want...I'm not going to be-"

"Do you want to die?" he asked softly. "I'd prefer you not, of course, but if you don't take a drink..." he trailed off, raising his eyebrows.

Jules eyed the vial warily, sweat pouring down her face as she tried to resist the urge to drink. "Come now," he crooned. "This is the only way to stay alive, love."

Jules looked torn for a few more excrutiating-looking seconds. Caroline was surprised when the other woman reached for the vial, having expected her to put up more of a fight. She reached it, taking it out of Klaus's hands and downing it in one gulp, immediately beginning to scream as her body convulsed. "Good girl," Klaus whispered, watching with fascination as Jules's eyes flew open, flashing bright gold, blood dribbling out of her mouth.

"Is that supposed to happen?" Caroline asked, wrinkling her nose.

"Not sure, love. Haven't made one of these before," Klaus reminded her, getting to his feet and watching with mild interest as Jules continued to writhe on the linoleum floor of the science lab. "But I do think it's a good sign, yes."

It was vaguely terrifying, and Caroline didn't quite know what to make of it. When Jules finished having convulsions, she shakily brought herself to her feet, blood running down her chin.

Her nose wrinkled when she saw the way Jules was looking at Klaus. Like he was the Pope, or something. He seemed to enjoy the attention, because of course he did, the narcissist, and he reached to cup her cheek, looking into her eyes to admire the golden flare of her irises. "Good girl," he repeated softly. Jules shivered. Gross.

Caroline couldn't quite put her finger on the stab of annoyance she felt at their proximity, the twist in her gut at the way he was crowding into Jules's space, drinking her yellow eyes in. She cleared her throat, and Klaus looked up with a smirk. "Yes, love?"

She swallowed, realizing abruptly that she didn't have any reason to interrupt other than her own discomfort. "What are we doing now?"

"We turn her pack," Klaus said, turning back to Jules, his hand still cupping her chin. "Come with me, love. You'll be happy to coax them out of their tents, won't you?"

"Of course," she said immediately, giving Klaus an eager smile.

Caroline frowned. Jules didn't seem the least bit upset at her transformation. If anything, she looked excited. That didn't make sense at all. Klaus had just turned the wolf (well, previously wolf) into something she'd spent her whole life fighting against, and now she was about to help him do it to her whole pack?

It didn't add up at all.

"We have one stop before we take care of that, however," Klaus said, walking to easily tear away the tape holding Elena to the chair and offering a hand to help her up. She didn't take it. He took it in stride, pressing his hand to Caroline's waist as though it was a habit despite it feeling as unnatural as ever.

"Can I go home yet?" Elena asked dully, rubbing her sore wrists.

"Not yet, I'm afraid. I'd like to make a bargain with you, but I have a feeling that if the elder Salvatore isn't present for the discussion, he'll do something stupid. That's something I don't have the time to deal with at the moment, as fun as ripping his head off of his body would be. Rebekah, however, has been kind enough to host him at the mansion in our absence. She's the lovely young lady who visited you earlier. My sister."

"You have a sister?" Elena demanded, and Klaus just grinned, walking away without an answer.

XXX

Caroline resisted the urge to groan when she saw what was waiting for them back at the mansion.

Rebekah was sitting at the dinner table, drinking from a glass of wine, while Damon sat opposite her, his palms speared with knives to hold them to the tabletop.

"I had to compel him. He wouldn't stop talking," Rebekah complained. "Why'd you have me keep him here anyway, Nik?"

"I'd like to make a bargain with the doppelganger, and from what I understand, our friend could be quite the complication if he's not included."

Caroline slipped into a seat at the dining table, hoping this would all be over soon. She just wanted to get Klaus to another pack to make his dumb army so that he'd undagger Elijah from wherever he was hiding him. She missed her father so much, and it hurt. She hadn't been without him for this long her entire life, and even though she found herself starting to be more independent, it didn't mean that she didn't want him there.

"Where's Stefan?" Damon growled.

"He's indisposed. For now," Klaus said with a dimpled smile.

Elena gasped. "Did you hurt him? Is he-"

"Your precious Ripper is perfectly safe," Klaus said with a mocking sort of patience. "And I understand how important he is to you. As a gesture of good will, I'm willing to leave him here with you...in exchange for one small favor."

Damon looked like he wanted to object, though the possibility of Stefan being taken again by the most dangerous creature alive was probably what stopped him.

"What is it?" Elena asked, her wide eyes focused on Klaus as she edged closer to Stefan, her hand wrapping around his wrist.

"Just a small token of good will. A bag of your blood."

Damon opened his mouth to argue, but Elena cut him off before he could talk. "And you'll leave Stefan here? You'll go and not come back?"

"Stefan can remain with you," Klaus said simply. At Elena's look of consideration, Caroline resisted the impulse to point out that Klaus hadn't agreed to leave and not come back, but her sense of self-preservation kicked in. She was here to get her father undaggered, and getting killed because she helped a couple of vampires older than her who should know better than to trust Klaus wasn't a good way to go about that.

Klaus's grin became predatory when the human nodded slowly. "Okay. Fine."

XXX

"You betrayed me," Katherine hissed. Caroline could practically feel the rage through the phone, but she couldn't find it in herself to care.

"I did what I had to do," she said. "Klaus is going to undagger my father now that I've helped him. That was the deal."

"And he's still after me," Katherine shot back. "I was going to barter the wolves for my freedom."

Caroline licked her lips as she sat cross-legged on the bed in the guest room of the Mikaelson mansion, practically tasting the sage she'd burnt in the air. She hadn't wanted to risk Klaus overhearing. She'd originally wanted to go back to the house Elijah had bought, but Klaus wanted her to be kept close. She wasn't sure why. It's not like she was going to run. "Yeah, well, unfortunately for you, I don't care about your freedom. I just want my father back."

"Elijah cares about my freedom."

"Well, it's too bad I'm the one you're dealing with then," Caroline snapped, growing more and more irritable with Katherine every single second. "Look, I'm sorry that your evil plot was ruined, or whatever, but I need my father back, and Klaus promised that he would undagger him if I helped him make his stupid army."

"And you believed him like an idiot?"

"I'm not an idiot," Caroline said defensively. "He'll undagger him once he gets all of the wolves downstairs turned. That was the deal."

"Oh yeah, because Klaus always follows through with deals once he's made them, even if not doing it gives him leverage," Katherine drawled snidely. Caroline could practically see the hair toss. "Elijah's not going to be happy when he finds out that you gave up my freedom because you trusted that monster when he told you nice things. Klaus would never hurt him, anyway,."

"Klaus also wouldn't give you your freedom for a bunch of werewolves," Caroline shot back. "You're going to need to grovel a lot more."

"And what would you know about what he wants?" Katherine asked. "Or have you gotten to know him now? Did you get caught up in his spell like all the witches he leads around on leashes to do his bidding? Are you missing Daddy so much that you-"

"Don't be disgusting," Caroline interrupted coldly. "I did what I had to do to get my father back. You should be thanking me,."

"Just don't come crying to me when he doesn't follow through," Katherine said nastily before the line went dead.

Caroline huffed, sticking the phone in her jeans pocket and getting up, annoyance rushing through her. Katherine was just being a vindictive bitch. There was no way Klaus was going to back out now. She'd head downstairs and ask him. He wouldn't throw out their deal.

Mind made up, Caroline marched downstairs and slipped through the back door to the yard where the new hybrids were crawling into their tents or sitting around chatting. She spotted Klaus holding court by a crackling fire, and his eyes lit up when he saw her, a smirk twisting his face. "Come here, sweetheart. You deserve to relax after a long day," he cooed, holding out his hand.

She felt her stomach turn. Gross.

"Don't say things like that. It's icky," she said, walking up to him and setting her hands on her hips. "Can I talk to you real quick?"

"Of course, love."

He followed her to a more private place, his hands clasped behind his back. "What can I do for you?"

Now that she was faced with the prospect of asking him, she had a funny feeling that Katherine had been right. The words caught in her throat at first, but she persevered, despite her voice shaking when she spoke. "So, when are we going to get the coffins?"

"Why ever would we do that?" he asked softly, his lips curled in a smirk like he knew something she didn't.

A spike of dread shot through her. "You told me you'd undagger my father."

"I told you that I wouldn't undagger him until I had my army," Klaus said calmly, grinning as though he wasn't pulling the rug out from under her. She felt her throat twist, her heart pounding in her chest.

"You have your army. You just turned an entire pack," Caroline protested, her voice growing high-pitched with indignance. "That's not fair."

"Life's not fair, sweetheart. I'm adhering to the terms of our bargain. I suggest you do the same if you want to live to see Elijah with a dagger out of his chest.

Caroline felt tears of frustration bloom in her eyes. She knew Klaus was evil, had been warned of it her whole life, but she felt so helpless. "And when will you be done with your army?" she asked irritably, kicking a stone in annoyance and watching it bounce off a nearby tree.

"Well, I can't turn all the werewolves in the world, of course. I need them to make more," Klaus said lightly. "Breeding seems like a dirty word for it, but there you are."

"Yeah, that's disgusting."

He shrugged. "Well, however you decide to call it, I do need to let some packs stay wolves. Hybrids can't have children, since they're part vampire. obviously. So once I've found a few packs and turned them and decided on a place to settle, you'll be free, and Elijah with you."

"How many is a few?"

He gave her a grin that was all teeth.

"As many as I feel is necessary. You ask lots of questions, Caroline. I'm growing tired of it."

"Sorry," she muttered, deciding that arguing about whether she could ask questions wasn't a hill she was inclined to die on at this point. She'd learned that much. "I just want to know what I'm in for."

"We made a deal for your loyalty. You'll follow me until I get what I want," Klaus said, as though it was obvious. "Any more questions?"

"No," Caroline said softly, not meeting his eyes. He pressed his hand to the small of her back as he led her back to where the hybrids were relaxing. Caroline felt a gross shiver shoot down her spine at the touch. She didn't like it, the familiarity he was pretending to have with her. He'd done it at the airport too, the gentle press of his palm against her to remind her to whom she'd pledged her loyalty, the burn of his touch uncomfortable through the thin fabric of the blouse she'd rescued from the house she'd shared with her father.

She'd felt a small victory at how Klaus's expression soured when he saw her in clothes she'd bought before she'd met him. Werewolves, she knew, were weird about ownership and the concept of packs and followers. She suspected that he hadn't liked seeing her in things he hadn't provided because it no longer marked her as his. It was a small rebellion that she indulged in, though she kind of hated that the only reason she'd gotten away with it was that he allowed it.

It scared her more than a bit that he considered her his at all in the first place.

XXX

"We could always just kill him," Damon suggested, swirling the bourbon in his glass before taking a sip.

"He's left us alone at this point, Damon. I'm alive. There's no point," Elena said. "I don't want to rock the boat anymore than we already have."

"But he could come back," Stefan pointed out. "I don't want to lose you because he decided that he wants to kill us all."

"He needs my blood. There's no way he'll kill me."

"What, so you want to spend the rest of your life as Klaus's personal blood bag? I'm not going to let that happen."

"You don't even have to do anything, Damon. I don't want your help."

"But you need it," Damon said, as though it was obvious. "Little ol' rabbit-eating hero hair over here can't guarantee he can keep you alive. What happens when a vamp who isn't related to him and doesn't eat bunnies and doesn't need your blood for a creepy ritual comes around? You'll be a vampire snack in no time."

"It'll be fine."

"Elena doesn't want to," Stefan said, backing her up. "I think she should be able to have the choice."

"You're just saying that because you were friends in the roaring twenties," Damon drawled. "Maybe you have a soft spot for the big bad, Stefan."

Stefan reared back, clearly offended, and Elena moved quickly to soothe the tension between the two, speaking in a low voice, telling them to knock it off in more polite language. Bonnie watched the display with slight annoyance, leaning back on the armchair and sipping from her glass of water. She loved Elena, she really did, but her vampire boyfriend had brought nothing but trouble.

Now, not only had Elena given up her blood in a creepy ritual, not only had the overseer of said creepy ritual killed one of their classmates and her boyfriend's brother, but he also seemed like the least likely person to keep a bargain. Bonnie didn't trust him one bit.

"As much as I hate to agree with Damon, and trust me, I hate to agree with Damon, I think getting rid of Klaus would be a good idea," she cut in, speaking quickly when she saw Elena's irritation. "Look, he doesn't seem like the type of person to keep promises, 'Lena. And he showed that he's willing to kill Tyler. For all we know another person in our school has dragon blood or something that Klaus needs for another grand master plan."

"There's no such thing as dragons," Damon interrupted.

"It was just an example, and I'm agreeing with you, so you might want to stop annoying me," Bonnie pointed out impatiently. "And he killed Greta."

"Oh, I see, witchy, so this is about your boyfriend."

"Not just about my boyfriend, but yeah, he's a part of it."

"Well, I guess I can't complain, since our goals align."

God, Damon was such an arrogant idiot. Maybe after they killed Klaus, they could get rid of him...

She shook away the thought. Murder was bad, even if it was Damon.

"Let me call Luka and his dad. Luka said something about them tracking down a super-old vampire hunter. His name is Mikael."

Aaand there we have it! Thank you so much for reading. Do you guys have any favorite lines or scenes? Any predictions for what's coming up?

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