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Klaus sighed when his phone rang for the fifth time in just a couple of minutes. Annoyed, the Original Hybrid put down his paint brush and wiped his hands clean on a nearby towel. This better had to be a threatening-his-entire-kingdom-without-his-immediate-response kind of emergency.
Glancing down at the display of his phone Klaus almost groaned. For a second he considered simply not answering. Due to the number of missed calls, however, curiosity got the better of him.
“Stefan, what an unpleasant surprise,” he finally answered. “So tell me, what has the little dopperganger gotten herself into now?”
“It’s not about Elena,” the younger Salvatore brother replied without greetings. Klaus froze. If they didn’t need his help with the Petrova girl –
“It’s Caroline.”
Images flashed before his mind; Caroline bitten by the Lockwood boy, Caroline with her heart ripped from her chest.
“What happened? Where is she?” Klaus growled, already making his way downstairs and toward the front door.
“We ran into a coven of witches” – of course they did – “hell bent on luring you back to Mystic Falls.”
Again, Klaus froze. Witches wanting him? Never a good sign. He put the phone on speaker in order to send a text to his brothers and Davina while Stefan kept filling him in.
“We refused to help –“
“More like Blondie threatened to stake us all,” Klaus heard the elder – and his least favorite – Salvatore brother mutter in the background.
“- and well, they told us they’d find a way to make us help, whether we like it or not.”
Klaus closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.
“They took her. We don’t know where, we simply found a note in her house to call you and get you to come here if you want her to live.”
“And how, pray tell, could they even get to her when you all knew a threat had been issued?” Klaus growled, nostrils flaring. He was angry. Angry at those incompetent friends of hers, angry for not leaving behind any hybrids to watch out for her, respecting her wish of setting her free after their truly memorable encounter in the woods two years ago.
It took him a few moments to realize that Stefan hadn’t answered.
“Stefan!” he snapped at the former Ripper, barely keeping it together.
“Oh just tell him already,” Damon groaned. Thanks to his hybrid hearing Klaus could hear the younger Salvatore swallow. His grip on the phone tightened.
“We thought since Elena’s blood allowed you to create more hybrids that … well –“
Klaus let out a roar he was sure the entire town of New Orleans must have heard.
“So you once again deemed the little doppelganger’s life worth more than Caroline’s,” he could feel his temper rising, his fangs extending.
“I’m sorry, okay?” and Klaus heard the sincerity in his words. “Caroline’s my friend and she’s important to me. But yes, since you skipped town after she slept with you I thought Elena’s blood mattered more to you.”
“I left because she asked me to!” Klaus roared at the same time as Damon’s incredulous voice rang out.
“She what?!”
Leaving his house and heading toward his car Klaus tried with all his might to get his beast under control. He needed to be calm in order to find her. And facts, he needed more facts.
“How long ago was she taken?”
“About two days ago, we think.”
“You think?”
“Well, since we thought they were after Elena who is currently lying in a coffin, unable to protect herself, it took a while to realize that Caroline wasn’t responding to any of our texts.”
Blind fury cursed through every fiber of his being.
“You mark my words, Stefan,” he growled. “If anything permanent happens to Caroline, I will personally rip your precious doppelganger’s heart out.”
And he meant it. He didn’t need any more hybrids in a world without Caroline, a world without her light and purity.
“Oh come on, Barbie’s a big girl, she should’ve been able to handle –“
“Tell your brother to mind his tongue if he wants to keep it. I’ll be there in a few hours. In the meantime, text me everything you know about this coven.”
With that Klaus ended the call and sped out of the drive way, heading to the airport to meet up with his siblings and the little witch.
“I can’t believe we’re back in this stupid town,” Rebekah muttered immediately upon stepping out of the Mikaelson plane.
“No one asked you to come,” Klaus answered. “In fact, I explicitly only invited our brothers and Davina. You could’ve stayed in New Orleans.”
“And miss all the fun? Not bloody likely.”
“Why don’t you go and find a quarterback to fawn over, Bekah?” Kol intervened. “And we come pick you up after we saved Nik’s girl?”
“Shut up, Kol!”
“Surely it is possible to for once spend some time as a family without being at each other’s throats?” Elijah sighed, readjusting the sleeves of his suit.
Klaus simply ignored them all and started heading toward the black SUV parked near the runway, the little witch on his heels.
“If you don’t mind”, he finally barked, when Rebekah and Kol continued their noisy little bickering in the background. “I would like to find Caroline as fast as possible and preferably in one piece.”
His siblings exchanged a look he couldn’t quite read but got into the car without another word.
Ten minutes later they finally arrived at the Salvatore boarding house.
“Oh great, it’s a freaking family reunion”, Damon groaned as soon as they all stepped into the living room.
“The pleasure is all ours”, Rebekah replied dryly, flopping down on one of the sofas.
“Now where is that backstabbing doppelganger bitch?” Kol asked, causing Damon to finally acknowledge his presence.
“You should be dead”, he blinked.
“I can assure you my brother is very much alive,” Klaus said, growing tired of everyone acting like children. He wanted to find Caroline and then head back home – preferably with the blonde, though he suspected the chances of her willing to come with him were rather slim.
“This is Davina”, he beckoned to the little witch. “A rather powerful witch. Which brings me to my first question: where is the Bennett witch and why didn’t she try a locator spell to find Caroline?”
“Yeah, about that,” Stefan sighed. “Bonnie is no longer a witch.”
“How unfortunate”, Klaus answered, not even bothering to sound convincing. “Davina, love, what do you need in order to track Caroline?”
“Something personal,” the witch replied. “Hair, a piece of clothing, something like that.”
“I do think I still have a pair of her knickers in my closet”, Damon grinned and Klaus froze.
“Damon,” Stefan warned. “Not the time-”
“Oh no, please, do enlighten us as to how you got into possession of those”, Klaus interrupted, already feeling murderous.
“Surely this can wait-“ Elijah tried to diffuse the tension, to no avail, however.
“Oopsi,” Damon theatrically put a hand in front of his mouth. “Here I thought you were aware of the fact that Caroline and I used to spend a lot of quality time together before you stepped into our lives.”
Klaus felt his fangs extending and his nostrils flaring.
“Nik!”
Rebekah flashed in front of him, grabbing his upper arms.
“Nik,” she said again. “Not now. Caroline needs you.”
The sound of her name calmed his nerves immediately. His sister was right. Caroline needed him and they were running out of time.
“I’ll speed over to her house and get her hairbrush or something,” Stefan said. “Can I count on everyone still being alive when I get back?”
“Can’t make any promises, darling,” Kol smirked.
“Go,” Elijah nodded in Stefan’s direction. “I’ll keep them in line.”
Stefan nodded his thanks and flashed from the room.
Caroline groaned when she regained consciousness. The last few days definitely made it onto her top ten list of worst days ever. She wasn’t really sure when or how the witches took her; all she remembered was waking up presumably two days ago in this dungeon, shackled to a wall with magical chains that kept her body from healing itself. Her hair was matted with dried blood from a hit to the head. A wooden stake was still lodged into her stomach making it nearly impossible for her to move even an inch without enduring excruciating pain.
When the witches tried to ask her questions about Klaus’s whereabouts and how to contact him Caroline refused to answer. Even before they so rudely kidnapped her, she had made it clear to the others to not give away any information. To not call Klaus under any circumstances.
Now, Caroline really wished they had called him. The witches were amateurs. That much was obvious from their talks about killing him with a simple, normal stake in order to get his heart, believing that said organ could make them more powerful than any witch to ever walk the earth. Caroline had almost laughed. Klaus would probably crush them like flies.
She had known that her friends would take ages to realize she was gone. They were all too busy trying to keep Elena safe, as always. She really hoped, however, that once they did realize that she had been taken they would indeed call the Original Hybrid. And maybe, just maybe, Klaus’s feelings for her and all the promises he had made about being her last love were true and she still meant something to him and he would come to her rescue.
And rather sooner than later.
She had had her fair share of torture experiences to last her at least a human lifetime, thank you very much.
Caroline was snapped out of her thoughts when the heavy wooden door to the dungeon suddenly opened and a male witch entered.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” he said, crouching down in front of her. “Now, I need you to do something for me, beautiful.”
It was then that Caroline saw what the witch was holding in his hand.
“My phone,” she whispered in confusion. “Where did you get that?”
The witch smirked. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. So, we’re going to call Klaus now and you’re going to tell him to come here.”
“Go to hell,” Caroline hissed. The witch’s arm shot out and wrapped around the stake stuck into her stomach before twisting it counter-clockwise. Caroline screamed, her organs burning like they were on fire.
“Think of it this way,” the witch continued. “The sooner he comes to your rescue the sooner you will be free again.”
“You’re letting me go?” Caroline asked breathlessly.
Again, he smirked.“Maybe.”
So they weren’t.
The witch stood up and pressed her phone against her right thumb. A short klicking noise signaled that it had been successfully unlocked.
Wearily, Caroline watched as the witch scrolled through the device.
“And here we go – Klaus Mikaelson.”
He pressed the button with the green phone before putting the call on speakerphone. Klaus answered on the second ring.
“Caroline?”
Her heart skipped a beat upon hearing his voice. Two years and he still managed to get such a strong reaction out of her.
“Caroline, love, are you there?”
She could hear the desperation in his voice but decided not to answer. Amateurs or not she would not lead Klaus into a trap, not after everything he had done for her.
“Oh she’s here, don’t worry,” the witch answered.
“Who are you? What have you done to her?” The desperation was gone, replaced by a menacing growl.
“Nothing she won’t recover from – for now,” the witch replied. “Whether that changes is entirely up to you.”
“What do you want?”
“You. Simple as that.”
Klaus snorted. “And how do I know she’s still alive?”
The witch’s eyes met hers.
“Talk to him. Tell him to come here.”
Caroline just shook her head. The witch rolled his eyes before grabbing the stake and twisting it again. And again, Caroline screamed in agony at the feeling of her intestines being torn apart.
“Caroline!”
A sob escaped her.
“Answer me, sweetheart. I need you to answer me, I need to hear your voice.”
He sounded anxious now. She still didn’t want to answer him but the witch reached his hand out again and Caroline panicked. She couldn’t take any more.
“I’m here!” she squeaked. “I’m here, Klaus.”
“Caroline, I need you to listen to me. Are you listening, love?”
“Yeah,” the blonde breathed.
“I’m coming for you, sweetheart.”
And with that the call disconnected. The witch stared at the phone, completely dumbstruck.
“He doesn’t even know where we are?!”
Hysteric laughter bubbled up in Caroline’s throat.
“What’s so funny?” the witch hissed. When she didn’t stop laughing, he smacked her across the face.
Caroline’s head snapped to the side, her hair falling in front of her face. She swallowed and peaked through the loose curls up into the witch’s eyes. “He’s going to kill you.”
He reached out and twisted the stake again.
Klaus stared at his phone after having ended the call.
“Please, tell me you found her?” he then turned his gaze toward Davina who was holding Caroline’s hairbrush in her hands and chanting.
“Almost,” she said before continuing. Klaus gritted his teeth, getting more and more impatient. He knew acting like he had the upper hand was a risk but he couldn’t let these witches be in control. He only hoped that they wouldn’t call his bluff and make Caroline pay the price for it.
“If she dies because you’re not capable of performing a simple locator spell, the powers of all your ancestors combined will not be enough to save you from my wrath,” Klaus growled, advancing on the girl.
Suddenly Kol was between him and the little witch, stopping him with a hand on his chest.
“She’s doing her best, Nik,” his brother said, face serious for a change.
“Her best is not enough, I’m afraid,” Klaus snapped, already trying to move past his brother when the front door behind him suddenly banged open.
“Well, well,” Klaus’s lips quirked up. “If it isn’t Tyler Lockwood.”
He turned around and came face to face with his first ever hybrid. For a moment, the boy seemed surprised but then simply shook his head and looked directly at Stefan.
“Caroline’s in trouble,” he said and before anyone could answer Klaus had sped forward and grabbed him around the throat, slamming him against the wall.
“And how would you know?” he growled, his irises turning gold.
Tyler swallowed beneath Klaus’s hand but returned the Original’s gaze without blinking.
“I messed up, okay?” he answered, his jaw set. “Those witches came to me, too. So I told them that there was someone you would absolutely come back for. That if they told you they’d harm her, you would listen to them.”
Klaus growled and tightened his grip. Tyler’s hands shot up, wrapping themselves around his wrist.
“I didn’t know they were going to take her,” he choked out. “I found out when they contacted me earlier today, asking me to get her phone.”
“Just admit that you were so blinded by hate and jealousy and the thought of finally getting rid of me that you didn’t care what would happen to her,” Klaus snarled.
“I love her,” Tyler returned.
“Maybe,” Klaus replied darkly. “But your hate for me is stronger than your love for her. That’s why she left you and why she slept with me.”
“Is there anyone in this room that she hasn’t slept with?” Damon commented dryly from where he was sprawled on the couch.
Klaus was across the room faster than anyone could blink and slammed his hand into Damon’s ribcage, closing it around his heart.
The elder Salvatore brother gasped and Stefan and Elijah were already moving to interfere when Davina’s voice rang out.
“I found her.”
When Caroline woke again it was to the sound of screams and flesh being ripped apart.
Her heartbeat speeding up, she strained to hear what was going on upstairs.
“Where is she?” She heard Klaus roar before the sound of cracking bones rang out. A dull noise followed when more bodies were thrown to the ground.
“Klaus,” Caroline whispered, barely able to form the word due to her weekend state caused by the magical chains.
For a moment all movement above stopped. Then, suddenly, Klaus let out another roar and the fighting continued.
Steps sounded outside the dungeon door; steps Caroline knew were neither Klaus’s nor any of her friends’.
Then the door opened and the male witch from earlier entered, his face a mask of fury.
“Stakes don’t work on him,” the witch said angrily, advancing on her with a wooden stake in his hand. Caroline’s breathing quickened.
“Tell me how to kill him,” the witch asked. Despite her fear, a smirk appeared on her face.
“You can’t,” she whispered. “He’s an Original. He can’t be killed.”
“Anyone can be killed,” the witch growled. “Tell me.”
Caroline shook her head. The witch raised his stake-free hand and a moment later she began to scream in pain. Her head felt like it was about to explode, like there were tiny needles being rammed into her brain over and over again, piercing through bone and flesh.
At the exact same moment the aneurysm in Caroline’s brain stopped, the door to the dungeon was thrown open again.
Klaus stood in the doorway, his irises a bright gold and his face and clothes covered in gore and entrails.
Caroline could only stare at him with wide eyes. His eyes found hers and for the fraction of a second his face softened before immediately hardening again and focusing on the witch in front of her.
Klaus smirked. “You shouldn’t have touched her. It will be the last thing you've ever done.”
He was about to advance when the witch suddenly crouched down beside Caroline, gripped her hair roughly and placed the wooden stake directly above her heart.
“Careful,” the witch grinned. “I know for a fact that she will die.”
Klaus was frozen, his jaw clenched. “Don’t you dare-“
The witch laughed. “Think you can stop me in time?”
He pushed the stake against her ribcage and with a scream she could feel her skin breaking beneath it, the first inch of wood sinking into her flesh.
“Caroline!” she heard Klaus exclaim. Then a whooshing sound rang out, a light wind ruffled her hair – and then the witch in front of her suddenly grunted, his eyes full of surprise before his head slid from his neck, hitting the floor with a soft clonk. A second later his body followed suit. Caroline was breathing hard. Slowly, she raised her eyes toward her savior.
She did, however, not meet Klaus’s eyes but gazed straight into Kol’s vampire face. By the time she opened her mouth – to thank him, maybe? – Klaus was already on his knees in front of her, his eyes back to their normal blue and his expression full of worry.
“Caroline,” he murmured, his hands framing her face, checking her all over for possible injuries. His eyes finally landed on the two stakes in her ribcage and stomach. Fury flashed behind his eyes when he released her face and made quick work of pulling out the stakes.
Caroline gasped in pain and his gaze immediately turned apologetic.
“It’s alright, love,” he said reassuringly. “It’s over now. You’re safe.”
She stared at him, still barely able to comprehend that he had indeed come for her. Again.
“Thank you,” she finally said. “For coming back for me.”
He smiled. “I’d always come back for you. How could you ever doubt that?”
Again, he gave her a once over and his smile vanished. “Why aren’t you healing?”
Caroline blinked and furrowed her brow. She had a hard time thinking straight due to all the blood loss.
“The shackles,” she finally answered, moving her cuffed hands for emphasis. “They’re charmed.”
“I see,” he sighed before raising his voice. “Davina! Can you come down here, please?”
A couple of minutes later Davina was able to remove the spell so that Klaus could break the shackles.
Caroline rubbed her sore wrists while the rest of her body began to slowly knit itself back together.
“You’re a bit too grayish for my taste, love,” Klaus said and a moment later bit into his wrist and held it toward her. “Here, drink.”
Caroline was about to grab his arm when her gaze fell past his shoulder and she met the surprised faces of Klaus’s entire family.
Swallowing hard in order to drown out the smell of blood, she looked into his eyes again.
“Can you get me out of here first?” her voice sounded strained even to her own ears. “Please?” she added when he was about to argue. She could see his inner conflict before he finally sighed and nodded his head. And before she had time to protest he had heaved her into his arms and carried her toward the door.
When they passed his siblings Caroline’s hand shot out and grabbed onto Kol’s jacket causing Klaus to abruptly stop in his tracks.
“Thank you,” Caroline said to the youngest Mikaelson brother.
Kol smirked. “Any time, darling. Family above all. I couldn’t very well let my future sister-in-law die now, could I?”
Caroline blushed, feeling Klaus going rigid against her.
“How about you take Miss Forbes here back to the Salvatore boarding house?” Elijah came to the rescue. “Her friends will be worried. We’ll take Davina back to the plane and meet you there.”
Klaus nodded. “Hold on tight, sweetheart,” he said before tightening his own grip on her and speeding away.
“Caroline!” Stefan jumped up from his seat when Klaus deposited the blonde onto one of the remaining couches.
“Shit,” Stefan sighed. “You look-“
“Like crap?” Caroline ended for him.
“I was going to say tired,” Stefan smiled. “Hold on, I’ll get you a blood bag.”
He sped into the cellar and a second later returned with the blood bag.
Caroline ripped it open immediately and almost downed the entire content.
“You’ll make yourself sick, love,” Klaus said and she rolled her eyes at him.
It was when she placed the empty bag on the coffee table that she finally acknowledged Tyler and Damon.
“Tyler?” she exclaimed in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
“Yeah, wolf boy,” Damon smirked lazily. “Why don’t you tell her what you told us?”
“Oh great, we are right on time for the big showdown”, a grinning Kol said, marching through the front door, followed by Rebekah and Elijah.
“What does that mean, Tyler?” Caroline asked carefully. Tyler averted his gaze before sighing and taking a few steps toward her.
“I’m so sorry, Care,” he finally said. “This is all my fault.”
She froze. “It was you,” she said slowly. “You told them about me and you gave them my phone, didn’t you?”
“I really am sorry,” he repeated.
Caroline snorted. “I almost died down there, Tyler. If Kol hadn’t killed the witch in time-“
“Kol?!” Damon interrupted incredulously. “Quite the fan club you’ve got there, Barbie. Did you sleep with him, too? I wonder what Elena would have to say about that?”
“Plenty, I guess,” Caroline countered, folding her arms in front of her chest. Anger cursed through her veins and she had a hard time keeping her vampire face from showing. “And you know what? I no longer care. I never should have cared in the first place what any of you think of me.”
“I was kidding, Blondie,” Damon groaned. “Stop being dramatic.”
“No, you stop,” Caroline replied furiously, standing up from her seat. “I’m sick of it. Elena here, Elena there. I almost died today! And you didn’t even realize I was missing the first couple of days, did you?” Stefan avoided her gaze and it was all the confirmation she needed. “Right. Because as always you were too busy protecting Elena.”
“She’s your friend, too, Caroline,” Stefan tried to appease her.
“And a great friend at that,” she snapped. “She didn’t stop giving me shit about sleeping with Klaus for weeks. Going on about how I betrayed her for having sex with the guy that killed her aunt and Tyler’s mom and so on.”
“Well, she does have a point there,“ Damon shrugged.
“What about how she betrayed me?” Caroline yelled, enraged and on the brink of tears, “What about how I had to accept that she fell in love with my rapist?”
The moment the words left her mouth Caroline knew she had made a big mistake. Alarmed she turned to look at Klaus.
“Klaus-“ she began but he was already across the room, his hand, for the second time that day, buried in Damon’s chest.
“Klaus, stop!” Stefan pleaded but the Original Hybrid barely heard him. He was seething with rage.
“Any last words?” he growled at the elder Salvatore brother. Stefan took a step toward them but Rebekah stopped him in his tracks.
“I will rip your heart out, Stefan, I swear it,” she warned him.
“Caro-line,” Damon gasped, his hands fisted into the couch. “Tell hi-m. I nev-er raped you.”
Caroline stared at him incredulously.
“Maybe not the first time,” she said, her voice shaking. “But after I freaked about you biting me. You compelled me. You compelled me to not be afraid of you, to let you use me as a blood bag and to want to sleep with you. You took away my free will, you took away the possibility for me to say no. I call that rape.”
Her eyes found Stefan’s then. “And you knew. You and Elena knew and yet you did nothing about it. You let it happen and afterward, when Elena fell in love with him, you all expected me to accept it. You expected me to be okay with Damon constantly being in my presence. You never once asked me how I felt about any of it.”
“And it was wrong,” Stefan replied, turning to approach her but Kol was suddenly between him and Caroline.
“Uh uh uh,” he said, index finger raised.
“I once promised Elena that no harm would come to her friends,” Elijah spoke up, once again readjusting his sleeves. “That deal is now void. There are no excuses when it comes to my family. And obviously, Miss Forbes is now part of it.”
“I really appreciate that,” Caroline said, suddenly feeling extremely exhausted. “But I don’t want any of them to die. Not even Damon.”
Klaus snapped his head in her direction. “You can’t be serious, love?”
“Why on earth would you want him to get away with what he did to you?” Rebekah asked, looking at her like she had lost her mind.
“Because I’m a better person than he is.”
Silence followed before ever so slowly, Klaus withdrew his hand from Damon’s ribcage. He then grabbed the elder Salvatore’s face and looked deep into his eyes, his pupils dilating.
“From now on,” Klaus compelled. “Every time someone says Caroline’s name you will rip out your own liver.”
Kol began to smirk from ear to ear before speeding in front of Stefan.
“From now on,” he repeated his brother’s words. “You will ask Damon five times a day ‘Hey, have you heard from Caroline?’.”
“Nice one, brother,” Klaus grinned before clapping his hands together. “Alright then, our work here is done. Let’s get back to the airport and fly back home.”
“Good,” Rebekah sighed, stalking ahead toward the front door. “I’ve had enough of this shitty town for at least a century.”
“Wait!” Caroline yelled, when the Mikaelson brothers were about to follow their sister. “If you give me one hour, I’ll come with you. I just need to talk to my mom first and then-“
She stopped when she realized that every person in the room was staring at her.“If that’s okay, I mean.”
Rebekah was the first one to speak, a smile on her face. “See you in an hour then, sister.”
And with that she sped away, Elijah and Kol following on her heels.
“You can’t be serious, Care,” Tyler finally said.
“I have nothing to say to you,” she replied.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Klaus interfered, placing a hand on her lower back. “I’ll drive you home.”
Caroline nodded and let him lead her out of the house.
An hour, a phone call from Stefan – apologizing for everything and asking her to please stay in contact – and a very long and serious talk with her mother later Caroline arrived at the airport, two large suitcases trailing behind her.
Upon entering the airplane she sat down on a window seat, Klaus taking the seat next to her. Across from them, facing in their direction, sat his siblings. Davina was already fast asleep in one of the sleeping areas.
“Have you ever been on an airplane before?” Klaus asked curiously when the plane finally lifted off.
Caroline shook her head, nervously holding onto her armrest.
“You’ll love it,” the Original Hybrid said. “And once you’re settled in, I will make good on my promise of showing you the world. Any ideas where you would want me to take you?”
Caroline smiled coyly, slowly meeting his eyes. “How about Rome? Or Paris? Tokyo?”
Klaus grinned from ear to ear. “Whatever you wish, sweetheart.”
A small cough interrupted them and both of them turned their heads to face Kol.
“Well, since Caroline is now going to live with us,” he smirked. “I think it’s time to have the talk with you.”
Caroline raised an eyebrow.
“Sometimes, when a boy likes a girl very much the boy gets very excited and wants to put his-“
“I’m going to kill you!” Klaus lunged at his younger brother who sped out of the way leading to Klaus colliding with the empty seat. “Wait until we get home and I get my hands on a dagger again!”
Elijah sighed in resignation and shook his head.
“Always with the dagger threats. It’s getting old, Nik,” Kol laughed whereupon Klaus grabbed an empty glass from a nearby table and threw it at his brother’s head.
Rebekah turned the page of the magazine she was reading. “Welcome to the family, Caroline. You’ll get used it.”