TYLER HAD BEEN RIGHT — KLAUS HAD CURED CAROLINE. So, the three of them walked into the house the next day, ready to help the people looking for the Cure from where they were in Mystic Falls. Caroline had a laptop in her hands while Tyler had the sword wrapped in a blanket. Klaus was sitting on the coffee table, probably extremely bored. He raised his eyebrows when they walked in. "Well, if it isn't little orphan Lockwoods. Come to show how laughably impotent you are against me?"

"I'm just trying to help my friends find the Cure," Tyler corrected as the girl plopped down on the couch in the room adjacent to the Mikaelson man. The Lockwood boy removed the sword from the cloth and showed it to the Original. "Found this in your attic."

"And you think finding the sword brings you closer to the Cure?" he asked, almost laughing at the thought. Charlie could not tell if he was being serious or if he was trying to lead them on the wrong path.

The hybrid girl unwrapped the leather on the top of the sword, revealing some sort of turning device. Klaus got up and walked over to her and examined it. "You tell us. I was playing around with the handle on the ride over, and I found this."

"And what do you think 'this' is?" the man asked, looking at the device, but he seemed to know exactly what it was. He had obviously seen the sword before, and he would have to be an idiot to not notice the device.

"It's called a cryptex. I've seen The Da Vinci Code. You turn the different sides to the different symbols to get the translation on the other side." She turned to table so that it would be moer convenient for her laptop, and she pulled out pictures of Jeremy's tattoo. "And with the magic of the internet, Elena sent over these. So now all we have to do is cryptex away. If you happened to want to help, we wouldn't stop you."

Klaus smirked and shook his head, knowing that it was not going to be as easy as they thought it was. "Right. Well, might I suggest using the magic of the internet to purchase an Aramaic-to-English dictionary from your nearest retailer."

"What's Aramaic?" Tyler asked, turning to Caroline.

She glanced back and forth between him and Klaus, and she knew that the Mikaelson was just bring an asshole. While she did that, the Lockwood girl typed it into the computer. She skimmed over the results and answered the question. "It's a dead language. It hasn't been used since, like, biblical times."

"Qetsiyah's native tongue, I'm guessing. You know, even if you had the best dictionary in the world, it could take days to translate," he breathed out as he sat back down at the coffee table. "Perhaps weeks. 'In bas so-teen-too ara-ma-eet.'"

"What the hell? Are you choking?" Charlie asked, and she leaned back as he made the odd sounds. It took her a second to realized that he must have been speaking in Aramaic. That smug bastard asshole bitch.

Caroline took a deep breath, trying to refrain herself from screaming at him or punching him. She offered an obviously fake smile, deciding to kill him with kindness. "What does that mean?"

"'If only you spoke Aramaic,'" he replied, and his smirk twisted into a grin. The brunette girl lunged at him, sword in hand, but her brother was quick to wrap his arms around her waist, stopping her. He then took the weapon from her and carefully placed it on the table before she broke it or took someone's eyes out.

Later, Caroline had the pictures of Jeremy's tattoo and index cards of the Aramaic symbols lying on the table. Her computer was open, and the siblings were leaning in to watch what she was doing and help her. "Caroline: Okay, this is it. We've translated all the symbols on the tattoo." She began reading the translation. "'Passage inside...requires a young senator, and a pretty flower.'"

Charlie made a face and furrowed her eyebrows. "That's definitely not right."

"'Requires a powerful witch and a hunter in full bloom,'" Klaus corrected them after speaking the sentence in weird syllables that could either be Aramaic or just some gibberish language. He could completely be pulling their leg at that moment.

Tyler was really suspicious because he had really not been expecting him to help them at all. He interrogated, "What are you doing?"

"I don't need to tell you my reasons. Caroline, bring my sword over here." She sighed and brought the sword over close enough for him to read the cryptex. "'Silas rests on the far side, the means of his destruction at hand.'" He glanced at the pictures of the tattoo. "Turn the cryptex to the right. Stop. The top of the hilt reveals a key to a nautical map. Turn it to the left. Now turn the other piece. There's something else."

Once they figured everything out, Caroline called Rebekah and explained everything to her so that the group on the island could find the Cure. Klaus had tried to pull something and tell his sister to get to it before the rest of them and destroy it, but Tyler had hung it up before he could finish his sentence.

The couple went outside because now that they figured out what they needed to, Tyler was going have to get on the road and get as much of a head start as he could before Klaus got out. He was going to hunt him for betraying him and insuring all of the hybrids, so he needed to get as far away as possible, which meant that they had to say goodbye yet again.

Charlie decided to give them their privacy until she had to say goodbye to her brother, so she stayed inside to babysit the asshole Original. She just sat there and glared at him through the barrier until he spoke up. "So, why don't you want this cure?"

"Shut up," she ordered. She did not want to hear his voice. She could barely stand to look at him. She just had to make sure that he was not trying to pull anything sneaky before her brother could get away.

Of course, his stubborn ass did not listen, and he just kept talking. Charlie knew that he was trying to make her mad and turn on her friends, but there was no way that she was going to do that. "I mean, if you weren't a vampire, you and Jeremy could live a long, happy life together."

"Let's remember who's fault that was," she reminded him. It was his fault that she was a vampire. She did not comment on the Jeremy thing, not wanting to discuss her love life with Klaus freaking Mikaelson. She still had yet to discuss it with Jeremy himself. They were going to have to have that conversation when he got back and they got everything figured out.

He tilted his head curiously, and she kept eye contact with him, wanting to make him aware that she was immune to his manipulation. She was too smart for that, and she could not let him get to her. "Why does Elena deserve it more than you?"

"Elena wants it more, and..." she trailed off, wondering why the hell she was entertaining him with the conversation.

"And Elena has more people on her side," he finished for her. It was true. More people wanted Elena to have the Cure, including Jeremy. She would be fine without it. She had not even considered the idea of her getting it. "If it were me, I would just take the Cure for myself instead of wasting it on Elena or killing me. You are a powerful hybrid after all."

She shook her head and scoffed, continuing to glare at him while she questioned, "Why are you trying to convince me to betray my friends? I thought you wanted Elena to be human so you could make more hybrids."

"I have given up on that dream," he sighed. He did not care about the hybrid army dream as much as he cared about staying alive and destroying the Cure. He shrugged like he had no ulterior motives. "Besides, I'm just curious. If they use it to kill me, then you and your brother die."

"You're going to kill us anyway," she pointed out. He hated them. There was a reason he killed their mother. He was mad that they found a way to evade his Sire Bond and that they taught other people how to do the same thing.

He shook his head before pointing a finger at her, correcting her. "I said I was going to kill him. Not you."

"Why would you not kill me?" she asked with a small scoff. Of course, Tyler had done a lot more than her when it came to unsiring hybrids, something that she was so proud of him for, but Klaus did not seem like the type of person that cared about how much someone betrayed him.

He shrugged, and another smirk appeared on his face. He was about to make her an offer, one that she would most certainly refuse. He was absolutely insane if he thought she would give him the time of day. "I figure you could be of some use to me. You're smart."

"You really think I would help you after everything you've done?" she questioned with an incredulous expression. "You killed my mother, Klaus, and you're threatening to kill my brother, one of the only people I have left. Now, he's going to have to run from you for who knows how long, and I don't know when or if I'm going to see him again."

"Just think about it," he told her with a grin, and she rolled her eyes before standing up and going outside to say goodbye to her brother. She could not stand looking at the asshole anymore.

Once they all had hugged, Tyler was gone. The two girls were swinging on the porch swing when Charlie got a call from Stefan. She furrowed her eyebrows, wondering why he was calling her about Cure business. "Hey, Stefan, what's up?"

"Hey, Charlie, um, I just wanted to warn you about something before we come back," he informed her, and she furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at Caroline, who was also confused. "It's about Jeremy. He's, uh, he's gone."

"Gone? You lost him?" she questioned, trying to laugh off the worry that was building up. Jeremy could not be missing on a freaking magical island with a Mikaelson and vampires with questionable morals.

There was a long pause, and she heard him exhale deeply on the other line. "No, he's dead. I'm so sorry, Charlie."

Everything that he said after that was a complete and utter blur. She made slight noises, but she was not comprehending anything. Caroline's jaw was dropped, and she waited for the Lockwood girl to do or say anything. Finally, the brunette girl hung up the phone halfway through one of the Salvatore man's sentences. Her hand fell to her side, and her eyes remained trained on a spot on the ground in front of her.

"Charlie?" Caroline tried, and as soon as the name came out of her mouth in a cautious and broken voice, the hybrid became breathing heavily. It was not long before tears came out of her eyes, and she was hyperventilating. "Oh, my God. Charlie..."

The brunette slid off the swing and fell to her knees on the ground. Her phone was lying limply in her hands. The blonde slid down behind her and wrapped her arms around her in comfort. It felt like the millionth time she had broken down in the last week or two. She felt empty. It wasn't happening. Jeremy was not dead. It was just some godawful prank that Stefan was pulling on her. She could not breathe. She could not think. All she felt was pain and sadness and depression and anger.

She slammed her hands down angrily, screaming curses and crying, causing cracks in the wood. She chucked her phone across the yard, and she heard it crack against the curb. What the hell was happening to her? First her mom and now Jeremy. Everyone around her died. She sobbed into Caroline's arms. "I loved him, Care. I never told him. I loved him, and I never got to tell him."