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Caroline sat in her car outside of the home she shared with Elijah and Rebekah Mikaelson. She sat thinking about what led her to this moment. She smiled when she thought of Elijah. She loved that he saw so much in her but it didn't change anything, she loved both Elijah and Rebekah dearly, they were her family, but it didn't change the fact that Caroline was a helpless romantic. Always searching for love in the wrong places, searching for the wrong kind of love, always thinking she could help everything. You're one of a kind Elijah would say. Caroline thought about how disappointed Elijah would be in her, he always told her she was worth more than how the guys she dated treat her. His constant reminder before she left for dates and tonight was no different.

Not wanting to prolong the little time she was sure to have left, Caroline walked into the house and went to the living room to sit down. She stared ahead, still thinking back on her life, she sat in a trance.

"Caroline you're back! It isn't even midnight yet, that was some quick date." Rebekah laughed and moved around the couch to sit next to Caroline. "So how was it? Was it really that bad of a date?"

Caroline didn't say anything, she wasn't even aware that Rebekah was speaking to her. Tears flooded her eyes but too stubborn yet to fall. Rebekah was immediately concerned, Caroline wasn't one to cry first. "Caroline what's wrong?" Rebekah shakes her when she doesn't receive an answer. "Caroline answer me!"

"Elijah!" She screams towards the study. "Elijah get in here now!"

Elijah rushes into the living room, "Rebekah what has happened?"

She chokes out, "She's not talking, sh … she isn't moving, something is wrong!"

Elijah moves to take over Rebekah's spot in front of Caroline. He takes her hand into his and uses his other hand to gently move her hair to behind her ear. "Caroline look at me." When she didn't move he grabbed her by the neck and forced her head to look in his direction, they locked eyes. "What's happened?"

The stubborn tears that once refused to fall finally fell, Caroline moved her blouse off of her shoulder to reveal a bite mark. Elijah intakes a sharp breath and Rebekah starts to silently cry. "I'm so sorry Elijah! I .. I didn't know."

"It's fine. There's nothing to be sorry about. Come, let's get you upstairs to your bed." Elijah helps her stand and starts to move her to the stairs. He helps her into the bed and pulls the covers over her body. Rebecca walks into the room with blood bags.

"You should try to keep your strength up."

Caroline scoffs, "What for? I'm going to die anyway."

"Don't say that!" Rebekah shouts. "You're going to be fine Care. You … you can't die .. Not ag-" She catches herself. Luckily Caroline didn't noticed.

"There's nothing we can do Bekah. There's no way to cure a werewolf bite. You're like way older, you should know." Caroline tried to lighten the mood but the attempt was weak.

"There's a way to cure a werewolf bite."

Rebekah and Caroline snapped their heads towards Elijah. "What? How?" Elijah remains quiet, obviously pondering something. "Elijah now isn't the time to be secretive. We don't know how long she has. What's the cure?"

"Our brother's blood. That's the cure."

"Please tell me you're talking about Kol." Caroline could tell by his face that he wasn't. She groans, "I'm definitely a goner."

"No you're not, he'll help you."

"What? Are you two forgetting that we hate each other?" Caroline sarcastically adds, "He'll probably be excited that I'm slowly dying in pain."

"Don't you dare talk about my brother like that! He has sacrificed a lot! He-"

"Rebekah," Elijah says sternly, a warning in his tone.

Elijah didn't have to say anything else, she knew she was close to saying things she wasn't supposed to speak of. Without another word she turns away and leaves the room.

"Please, don't mind her. She's just afraid of losing you."

"It's fine. I just ... I don't understand why she thinks her brother would actually help me."

"He will. For us he will. Get some rest."

Elijah walks out of the bedroom and goes back downstairs to the living room. He sees Rebekah with her cellphone to her ear, pacing back and forth. They listened as the call went to voicemail.

"He's not picking up. What if he's in the mountains somewhere? How are we going to get in touch with him? What if we can't? What if she …."

"She won't."

"How can you be so sure Elijah? You saw the bite! It looks bad already. She is no where near old enough to last more than a few days. Elijah we have to find him, she can't die … not again. He won't be able handle it."

Elijah nods, already in thought of the actions available for them to take.

"Elijah, if she doesn't make it he's going to blame us, everyone but himself. He'll dagger us for sure."

"He just might sister."