Caroline's POV

I wake up and see that I am in a moving car. I try to sit up, but I feel a sharp pain on my wrists. I look down and see that I am chained to the door and it is extremely likely that there is vervain on them. I am sitting in the passenger's seat and see Elena driving.

Wait, not Elena, Katherine. I know there is no way I am going to escape this unless she wants me to. I sit back and relax, not really wanting to talk to Elena's evil doppelganger.

"I know you're awake Caroline."

I turn my head over and ask, "What do you want from me Katherine?"

"Simple Forbes", she says, "I want my freedom from Klaus. I will give you back to him and he won't kill me. He won't do anything to harm me."

People really need to stop using me as bait for Klaus, I hate being bait.

She continues talking, she really likes attention, "I have spent 500 years running from Klaus and I am done. I am done being afraid of him. I want to live my life."

I say, "Petrova, thanks for the speech, but I really don't care about your life story I just want out of here. Are we going to meet Klaus somewhere or what?"

"Yes.", she says. "We will meet him later, but for now I will need to contact him so he understands all of the rules of the trade. Give me your cellphone."

I lie, "I don't have it, do you really think Marcel would let me keep it?"

She says, "I know it is in your back pocket."

I say, "I am kind of cuffed to the car so I can't really reach it."

She reaches over and breaks the cuffs with ease. She says, "Phone, now."

I sigh and give her my phone, watching my hands heal. She says, "Don't try anything, or I'll kill you."

"Wouldn't expect anything less, Katherine."

She looks through my contacts and I see her drifting off into the other lane. I grab the steering wheel and yank us back into our lane.

She looks over to me and asks, "You're a safety first kind of girl, huh? You know we are vampires and a car crash isn't going to kill us."

I say, "It could kill humans though and I don't want to have more blood on my hands than I do now."

She smiles and looks at me and says, "You know that technically the blood would be on my hands, not yours, right?"

"Just call Klaus."

Klaus's POV

I storm into the apartment right above my favorite bar, leave it to Marcel to put Caroline right under my nose.

Elijah says, "I will stand guard at the door, you two look around."

Kol says, "Dibs on killing Marcel.", as he flashes off.

I try to listen to any sounds of movement, but I can't hear any. I walk around and smell Caroline, Marcel, and somebody else's scent. I met this person before, my werewolf nose does a good job of storing scents for me. It is somebody I have smelt a lot over the years. I can't figure it out so I keep moving towards where the scent is stronger. Caroline's and the other's scent isn't as fresh, while Marcel's is very fresh. He must be here now, but then where is Caroline?

I hear a sharp intake of breath and flash to the sound. Kol is by my side in a millisecond. I see Marcel lying at my feet and panting. He looks up at Kol and me in horror.

He sighs and says, "Stupid bitch."

I ask him, "Where is Caroline?"

He says, "I think somebody took her. They snapped my neck."

I ask Kol, "Is it possible Bonnie or any of the Mystic Falls gang came back for her?"

He says, "I only know of Damon in town and he is apparently watching over Rebekah's body so I don't think so."

Marcel says, "Wait, Damon wasn't supposed to tell you guys that he had Rebekah. He promised me he would keep his mouth shut."

I say, "Damon Salvatore is not to be trusted, you should use that for future reference, if I decide to spare you. Don't get your hopes up, though. "

I say, "Kol, take him back to the mansion and tie him up in the basement. I am going to look for Caroline and have Elijah go get Rebekah."

I am about to flash off when my phone rings. Caroline is calling me so I answer eagerly and ask her, "Caroline where are you?"

"Um...this is awkward, but I'm not Caroline."

I immediately recognize where I knew the scent from. I run my hands through my hair as I mutter, "What do you want Katerina?"