After Rebekah fought more with Klaus and re-conciliated with Stefan, we went to a store in the middle of Chicago in the morning. She would be able to buy modern clothing and get a bite more used to the twenty-first century. Klaus compelled everyone in the store, made a woman bring us champagne all while Rebekah tried on clothes after clothes.

   "There has to be more to this dress," she whined from inside the fitting room.

   "There isn't," Klaus replied, sighing.

   She came out of the fitting room, wearing a short black dress and a pout on her lips. "So, women in the twenty-first century dress like prostitutes, then. You know, I got dirty looks for wearing trousers."

   "You wore trousers so women today could wear nothing," Klaus joked, smiling softly at her. He had drunk one whole bottle of champagne by himself, currently going through his second one.

   "And what is this music?" Rebekah continued, looking up at the speakers on the ceiling. "It sounds like a cable car accident."

   "It's dance music," Stefan corrected her.

   "People dance to this?"

  "Hmm."

  "Are we done?" Klaus asked, annoyed. 

  "And why are you so grumpy?" she teasingly asked.

  "He's always like this," I lowly said, watching the bubble liquid on the glass with both of my hands under my chin.

   Klaus ignored my words and continued with his grumpy attitude. "I needed one thing from you for my witch to find out why my hybrids are dying, one thing. Your necklace. And you lost it."

   "I didn't lose it. It's been missing for ninety years." Rebekah turned to look at Stefan, halfway twirling while looking at herself in the mirror. "So, what do you think?"

   "Uh, I like it," he responded, giving her half a smile. She looked at him, tilting her head to the side without satisfaction. "What? I said I like it." I closed my eyes and shook my head, letting out a long sigh. 

   "I can always tell when you're lying, Stefan," Rebekah said, returning to the fitting room.

   "Good work," I told him, shaking my head. "That was unbelievable."

   "Nice one," Klaus sighed, giving him a look.

   "You're the one that pulled the dagger out of her," Stefan countered. 

   "I heard that!" Rebekah called from the other side of the curtains. 

   "All right," Stefan sighed, finishing his champagne. "I'm going to get some fresh air." He stood and made his way out of the store, leaving me with Klaus and Rebekah.

   I leaned back on the chair and looked up at the ceiling, making a face. Shopping was fun, but that was when I was doing it and not watching someone else do it. Rebekah had tried on various clothes, all of them in which she didn't like. If she did like them, she would still find something about it to complain about. I would groan out, earning a glare from her and a chuckle from Klaus. 

   "Why don't you get something for yourself?" he asked, letting out a soft sigh. "There must be something here that suits your taste."

   "Hmm," I responded, keeping my hands under my chin and my eyes fixed on the glass in front of me.

   "I've only seen you wear dresses," Klaus continued. "Is that all you have in your wardrobe, Clara? Do you only own dresses and skirts? To be honest, I've never seen you wear trousers."

   "Are you giving me fashion advice now?" I turned my head to him, raising a brow. He tilted his head to the side, smiling. I rolled my eyes and straightened my back. "For your information, I can do everything you can do while wearing a dress and heels. Maybe even more."

   "You underestimate women too much, Nik," Rebekah said as she walked out of fitting room with another outfit. She turned in front of the mirror, looking at herself with a glint in her eyes. "I like this one. How do I look?"

   "I like that better than the dress," I said, giving her a small smile. She wore a simple white shirt with shorts; simple but it fit her figure better than the dress.

   "Really?" she asked, her smile widening. "Hmm, it does look good on me. I think I'll wear this outfit out."

   "Anything more?" Klaus sarcastically asked, sighing. "You have the whole store at your feet, Rebekah."

   She turned to another woman. "You," she pointed. "Pack these clothes. I'll be taking them with me." She turned and strutted back inside the fitting room with the woman in tow.  

   By the end of the shopping trip, Rebekah had made every woman working at the store pack her clothes and put them in the back of the car. I leaned against the door, watching as Klaus mumbled under his breath how his sister had always enjoyed shopping. There were memories from the twenties where I used to shop for dresses with her, arm in arm with wide smiles and giggles escaping our throats as we went to store after store. Were we truly such good friends?

   After the store, we went back to Gloria's. Klaus sat on a stool with a glass on his hand, Rebekah admired how different the bar looked, and I went to the pool table with a beer bottle in hand. I played by myself, watching the cue ball hit the rest of the balls and spread them atop the table. Each ball that I made into the hole, I took a drink from the beer.

   "You left us." Rebekah's voice caused me to look up from my game. Stefan was walking in.

   "Yeah, sorry," he said. "Retail therapy was making my head explode."

   "Tell me about it," Klaus mumbled, taking a sip from his drink.

   Stefan nodded, then turned his head to Gloria. "What's she doing?"

   "She's failing," Klaus responded, making a face.

   "It's hard to find something when you don't have anything to go on," she snapped, keeping her eyes closed.

   "So, use me," Rebekah said, jumping down from the bar. "I only wore it for a thousand years."

   "See?" Gloria said, admiring the girl. "Now this one offers a solution." Rebekah took a seat the table as I made my way closer. "Give me your hand, sweetheart."

   "She's, uh, she's looking for the necklace, huh?" Stefan questioned out loud, looking concerned and worried. He looked up at me, his eyes slightly wide with worried.

   I circled the table Gloria and Rebekah were sitting at, carefully  watching them. It was worrisome how Klaus was looking for the necklace Elena had, the one Stefan gave her without knowing that it belonged to an Original vampire. But, technically, it wasn't his fault. Klaus was the one that compelled his memories away, just as he did to mine, so. 

   "I sense something," Gloria mumbled, her eyes still closed. I straightened my posture and took a deep breath, squeezing my arm and tapping my fingers between the crease between my forearm. Gloria's mouth began to move, almost as if she was mouthing something, a spell. She suddenly dropped Rebekah's hand and looked at us. "I found it."

   "So where is it?" Rebekah asked, a smile forming around her lips.

   "It doesn't work like that, doll," Gloria said, standing. "I get images. There's a girl with her friends..."

   "Yes, a very dead girl with dead friends if I don't get my necklace back," Rebekah hissed.

   "Well, I'll have to dive back in to get the details."

   "So dive," Klaus cut in.

   "I need more time, and space," Gloria said in a matter-of-fact tone. "You're harshing my ju-ju."

   "We can wait," Klaus said.

   "I'm sure you can," Gloria made a face. "But, that's not what I asked."

   "Why don't we just come back later?" I broke in, looking from Klaus to Rebekah. "I'm hungry, anyway."

   "Yeah, me too," Stefan added, walking over to Klaus. "I'll let you pick who we eat."

   Klaus looked at Rebekah before looking at Stefan and I. He nodded and followed Stefan out the bar. I let out a soft breath, eyeing Gloria as I left. She had her eyes on me, a brow slightly raised. Rebekah smiled and wrapped an arm around mine, beginning to talk about something as we marched out. I didn't pay much attention, but from what I got she was talking about how Klaus was annoying for making her miss ninety years of her life. What I did to make her believe that I was listening was to nod along and make the occasional sound with my throat.

    Klaus ended up compelling a group of four girls that were in the city. We took them back to the warehouse, where we began to drink on them. Klaus, Stefan, and Rebekah compelled them not to scream. I, on the other hand, allowed mine to scream and thrash around as I drank from her. There was something in me that enjoyed her screams, and I didn't want to enjoy them. I didn't want to find joy as her screams died down, as she became limp in my arms, as her breathing stopped and her heart slowly came to a stop.

   "My girl's dead," Rebekah sighed. "I'm bored."

   Klaus stopped drinking and looked over at me, and chuckled. "You weren't kidding about being hungry." He still had a girl in his arms.

   "It's been a long day," I said, letting the dead girl fall to the floor.

   "Try being related to her," he laughed and pointed at Rebekah with his chin.

   "You're being mean," she replied. Stefan let out a chuckle, which caused her to pout more. "And why are you being mean? You used to love me." 

   I looked at Stefan, seeing the blood on his lips and his dark eyes. There was something attractive about his mouth covered in blood, something that made me want to stand, march over there, and kiss him just to taste the blood from his lips.

   Whoa! I thought to myself, looking back. What the hell, Clara? Kiss him? Yeah, I've gone crazy.

   "It's been ninety years, Rebekah," Klaus sighed. "Give him a minute."

   "Why are you taking his side?"

   "Because, my dear sister, I feel pity for any man who doesn't give you what you want."

   "Will you stop making me out as a brat? I'm not a brat."

   "A thousand years of life experience says otherwise."

   As the Original siblings continued to quarrel, I looked between them. It was funny seeing them fight, somehow lovingly and somehow filled with truth. Siblings were supposed to fight, right? Their fight reminded me of the fights I used to have with my siblings over many things. I recalled fighting over a piece of sugarplum, where none of us ended with the sweet. Mother took it away from us and put it in a jar, saying that only when Father got more that we would get to eat it. If there were none for all, then none of us could have it.

   "Well, you're no picnic, either," I added, wiping the blood from the corner of my lips with my fingers and bringing them to my mouth.

   "I've only spent one summer with you and I feel like I'm going to blow my head off," Stefan added. 

   Rebekah laughed, glancing from him to her brother. "Fantastic."

   Stefan suddenly stood as he put the girl down. "I need to go," he said as he walked away. I watched him slowly leave, his head down and his walk becoming a cocky strut. From the information I had gotten from Klaus yesterday at Stefan's apartment, I knew where he was going. He acted as if he didn't care, but it was eating him alive deep inside.

   "Where's he going?" Rebekah asked. 

   "To write a name on a wall," Klaus answered. "It's a long story."

   "Not really," I muttered, watching the empty doorway. I turned my head to look back at the siblings, and shrugged. "He writes the names of his victims on a wall. It's as simple as that." I stood and began to walk to the door.

   "And where are you going?" Klaus asked as I opened the door.

   "I'm still hungry," I told him, taking in a deep breath. "Don't worry, I'll be back later." I didn't wait for him to answer.

   I immediately went to the closest bar that was open, and drank from the most inebriated person I could find. He didn't die, but he did pass out in the alleyway by the bar. I let him fall, wiping my mouth with my thumb and watching him lay still against the wall. 

   "Well, it seems that you're a bit hungry," a soft voice said from behind me. I turned to see Katherine standing a few feet away from me, a small smirk around her lips. She lifted her hand and wiggled her fingers. "Hello, Clara."

   "Katherine..." I sighed, dropping my hands to my side. "I thought you would have gone far, far away after our conversation."

   She shrugged her shoulders and took the few remaining steps to stand in front of me. "I'm keeping an eye on you and Stefan aren't getting yourselves into trouble. Well, you. Stefan was already in trouble." Her arms were crossed, there was a small smirk around her lips, and a mischievous glint to her eyes. 

   "What do you mean?" I asked, crossing my arms. "Klaus hasn't noticed anything."

  "Not Klaus, Gloria." She took a deep breath and sighed, rolling her eyes. "She knew about Elena being alive and was torturing Stefan for some answers. Apparently, she wants the necklace. Well, no, not anymore. She's dead."

   "Okay, wait." I stopped her by raising a finger and shaking my head in disbelief. "What do you mean Stefan got tortured and Gloria's dead?"

   "Do you want the simple version, Clara?" she asked, annoyed. "Gloria was working for herself, not for Klaus. I saved Stefan by killing her. Now, I need you to help me help Stefan."

   "What's in it for you?" I asked, raising a brow. "You never do something for someone else unless there's something for you, Katherine." A small smirk began to form around my lips. "Wait... Ah, I know what's in there for you. You think Stefan's going to suddenly jump into your arms after you help him get rid of Klaus? Sweetheart, you know that's never going to happen, right? His feelings for Elena are too strong, inhuman really."

   "Clara," she softly said, taking a step forward. "We both have something in common here; we both want to save Stefan from Klaus. Now, we can't really kill him since he turned to a hybrid, but we can wound him. Give him a mortal wound."

   "What do you want me to do?" I asked. She had gotten my attention them moment she said that we would try to save Stefan, although I was also being a bit selfish. I wanted to get away from the hybrid as soon as possible.

   Katherine smirked and nodded. "Make Klaus fall for you, Clara," she said. "Make him fall for you so hard that you'll break his heart the most horrible way, by telling him you never loved him."

   "See, I..." I took a deep breath and scratched my head, making a face. "There's so many things wrong with that plan, Katherine. I'm not going to make a horrible hybrid fall for me, because it's stupid. Make him fall for me? Did you get that idea from a book, a movie?" I let out a short laugh and shook my head. "It's plain stupid. I thought you would have had a better plan than that. You have my number; if you have a better idea, call me." I began to walk away, waving a hand at her.

   "Or, you can get the hunter," she suddenly said, making me stop. 

   I slowly turned, raising a brow. "The hunter? Who's that?"

  "A hunter," she said in an obvious tone. "I've heard stories about him centuries ago. They were afraid of him in the twenties. You should remember."

   I stared at her fore a few seconds, tilting my head to the side. Her words got to my mind, and I began to recall the memories Klaus gave me back. They were afraid of someone, and that was why they erased Stefan memories. I didn't exactly remember who because there were many more memories that were still compressed by Klaus compulsions. How did I know it was him? Who else could it be? Elijah died and every memory came back, Rebekah was dead for ninety years, and the rest of the Original siblings were in a coffin. The only one that was left was Klaus. 

   "Why would an immortal vampire be afraid of a hunter?" I thought out loud, crossing my arms. "Explain that to me, Katherine."

   "You tell me, Clara," she said, crossing her arms. "You only spent half of your life with him."

   "Excuse me?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Half of my life? What are you talking about, Katherine?"

   "Clara..." she sighed. "Clara, Clara. I knew you were an idiot, but I didn't know you were this stupid. Oh... Wait a second. You've been compelled, haven't you?"

   "Yeah," I said with an annoyed tone. "Sort of. What do you know about my past?"

   "I know that you should ask Klaus about it," she said, a soft smirk spreading around her lips. "You're sort of like me, Clara. We're both more alike than you think."

   "A bitch?" I said, wanting to hit myself for an awful comeback. "Yeah, I've sort of figured that out."

   "A doppelgänger," she corrected, her smirk growing. 

   "What?" My eyes widened as I stared at her smirk. "What are you talking about?"

   "You should go back to Klaus," she said with a sigh. "He might think you've escaped."

   "Katherine!" I yelled as she marched away. I began to follow her, but when I reached the side-walk she was nowhere to be seen. There was a throng of people in place of the Elena look-alike. I groaned and ran a hand through my hair in frustration, looking to my sides in hope of seeing her. 

   I needed answers. What did she mean by that I was a doppelgänger? I couldn't be! I was Clara Lenora Forbes, born to William and Margaret Forbes, sister to Frances, Charlotte, Abraham, and Thomas Forbes, killed by Katherine Pierce. I was that Clara, I wasn't some doppelgänger or whatever Katherine said I was. There was no way that I was involved in the supernatural since birth; there was just no way!

   I made my way back to the warehouse with thoughts jumbling in my mind. When I arrived, I saw Klaus watching over the men that were putting the coffins back in a truck. I furrowed my brows, coming closer to him. "What's happening?"

   "We're leaving," he sternly said, keeping his arms crossed and looking at me.

   "What?" I asked, dropping my hands. "What about... What about the whole hybrid thing?"

   "Oh, our next destination will have the answers," he chuckled. He suddenly turned and glared at me, his hand coming to my throat with a blink. "What have you two been hiding from me?"

   "What?" I choked out, holding on to his wrist. "Klaus, what... What are you... I can't breathe!" His hand continued to squeeze my throat as I tried to pry it away. My fingers wrapped tighter around his wrist as I tried to pull it away from me. 

   "What were you and Stefan hiding from me?" he hissed once again, his hold tightening once again.

   "Klaus!" I choked, spots decorating the sides of vision. My vision began to haze, almost as if I were underwater. "Klaus!"

   "Tell me, Clara!" he yelled, his hold tightening. 

   When I woke up, I was inside the the back of the truck and surrounded by coffins. Stefan was over me, his brows furrowed and a slight worried look on his face. He helped me up, keeping a hold on my hand and another on my back. I groaned, and touched my neck with my other hand, looking up at Klaus.

   "Just give me a chance to explain myself, okay?" Stefan said, putting a hand in front of him. "Give us a chance to explain ourselves."

  "No need," Klaus smiled. "I'm not mad, I'm just curious. Rebekah seems to think you two are holding onto something. A piece of your old life. The thing is she's got flawless instincts, borderline supernatural. So, I thought I would check it out. See for myself what you've been hiding. More you than Clara, Stefan." He stood and walked over to the doors, opening them. He looked back at us, a small smirk decorating his lips. "Welcome back to Mystic Falls."