"Actually Caroline,” I heard Elijah's voice from behind me. I turn to face him, “I had a talk with Rebekah and she told me that you have acquired some vervain. I trust you will tell me where you have garnered such herbs?”
Raising an eyebrow at him, “What? No.” I said. “She has to be lying. I didn’t.”
He keeps his composure, “I am asking you in a far less vigorous manner than the way she did. I expect you to speak the truth. I warned you how protective I can be when my family is involved. Knowing about vervain discerns you as a threat, Caroline.”
“Then you should know that I wouldn’t even think of messing with you! I honestly don't know what you're talking about.” I admitted. There was a hint of enmity in his eyes that warns me that I should be afraid. What are they?
Before I rapidly ran for the hills, a chuckling Klaus Mikaelson explicates the issue. “I gave it to her.” Two heads turn to the king's whereabouts, “I gave her a drink laced with vervain.” What? When was that? “She is not aware of it. I don't find this as much of an issue, brother. Nothing anyone should worry about.”
Finn approaches his brother with a pair of menacing eyes, “You clearly underestimate your night-walkers.” Night-walkers?! The younger Mikaelson displays a notion of sovereignty but the older brother does not cower. “Do you fathom the amount of rage they would be filled with after finding out that you provided their prey with an upper-hand?”
“I merely did her a favor. She is not capable of protecting herself in this town and I cannot be there to fend her against those monsters.” He retorts.
Finn is almost shouting this time, “She is human!” He lets out a frustrated breath, “You do not realize how this affects our people. Or have you forgotten that you are unable to create more hybrids ever since Mother came back? She resents you and if she learns how you risked our family again, there will be no one to stop me from ripping your head off.”
“Whoa!” I interjected. “Can you both stop?” I got in the middle of them, “Nobody is ripping anyone's head off, okay?” I stopped still in between them. If anyone's head is being ripped off, it's probably mine. I know the danger I put myself in for getting involved, but I am not just going to stand there watching them as they fight over something because of me. “Can anyone tell me what's going on?” I ask, turning my head to Elijah for an explanation.
He stands upright, fixes his suit and looks at me, “He hasn't told you.”
“Tell me what?” I ask.
