Up until she was seventeen she pictured growing old with two kids and a loving husband. She pictured planning shopping trips and vacations with her sister to exotic places.

She thought about what her husband's job profession would be, maybe a surgeon? A business man maybe?

She planned on holding her husbands hand as she gave birth and maybe naming one of her children Sky. Sky because no matter what drama that went on in the world or what tragic accidents happened on a daily basis, the Sky was a constant to everyone. Sure, it changed colors and sometimes released tears of frustration. But it was always there. When the man she had loved left her pregnant she vowed to never let her child bare a name that was once such an intimate moment of sharing between the two.

She imagined building her dream house right next to her friends and sister and aging until eighty with many grandchildren.

She dreamed of death. She dreamed of leaving this world with all of her children having life's of their own and not needing their mother anymore. She dreamed of dying next to the love of her life, happy.

It was a pipe dream that seemed to be deemed impossible now. Because the only way a vampire could die, is very tragically. Whether it be having their heart ripped out or a wooden stake shoved through their heart. Very morbid.

Camilla's eyes shoot open and she lets out a loud gasp as she looks around in complete darkness. She blinks a few more times becoming even more confused of her own where abouts.

'Grams said it wasn't time yet.' She subconsciously thinks. 'This isn't right.'

As she begins panicking she's unaware that her eyes have begun to shine a bright blue. Making a small light shine through out the very small cushioned box.

Suddenly feeling very claustrophobic she begins hitting the inside of the coffin as hard as she could. Unfortunately, she is only successful in breaking off small pieces of her very expensive coffin.

"Help!" She yells as loud as possible, knowing that it's very unlikely for someone to hear her from six feet under.

She's startled as she feels the familiar bright blue like fog shoot out of her finger tips. "Grams?!" She shouts.

She begins banging harder and harder against the coffin as her breathing quickens. She was having a panic attack.

Tears begin to leak out of the corners of her eyes as she gasps for air. "Anyone! Please!" She cries out.

What feels like hours later but is really only a few minutes her breathing steadies as she slowly falls into a dreamless sleep from her quick exhaustion.

Caroline and Elijah slowly walk towards the familiar grave site hours later. Caroline gently kneels besides the grave stone and lays a soft hand on the top, giving it a fond smile.

When Caroline hears the hitch in Elijahs breathing she turns her head towards him in confusion. "Lijah?"

When he makes no indication of answering her she follows his vision and slightly gasps.

Solid blue fog was rising out of the ground in the outline of exactly where Camillas coffin was placed. Slowly moving her eye sight back towards the original her breathing heavies.

Hesitantly reaching out to touch the blue fog like substance she feels like she's in a trance. It was so beautiful. They both watch in awe as the blue fog wraps around Caroline's arm like a snake.

Elijah rushes towards the blonde grabbing her hand in worry and fascination and the fog immediately lowers back towards the dirt. "There's nothing there. What was that?"

"I don't know." Caroline manages to stutter out. "But it gave me a warm feeling."

"We need to dig up the grave." Elijah cautiously speaks up after a few moments of debating with himself.

He internally winces once Caroline's head snaps towards him with a furious glare. "You think I'm going to let you dig up my dead sisters grave." She seethes as she snatches back her hand.

"The fog seems to be coming from the coffin or near it Caroline." He says gently, scared to set off the woman anymore than he obviously had.

"We need to call Bonnie and Freya." She firmly states after a few more seconds of arguing with herself.

Nodding his head in agreement he takes a few steps away from the blonde and pulls out his phone, but stays close enough so that if anything were to happen he'd be right there.

That's how he had been these past couple of weeks since the monsters began showing up. He knew this was new to everyone. But he knew that an original that couldn't die would be a lot more durable in a fight than a vampire that could be easily killed. And he wasn't willing to let Caroline go anytime soon.

"Brother?" Freya questions curiously, knowing that her younger brother was with Caroline this morning.

"I need you to get the Bennett witch and come to Camilla's grave. Now." He orders in a business like tone, though she can hear the desperate underlining tone in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah of course we'll be right there." She confirms with confusion lingering in her voice. "Is everything okay?"

"Do not tell anyone that you're coming here." He declared after he huffs out a large breath. Deciding that he didn't want to upset or scare anyone else with this odd information.

"They're on their way." Elijah announces though he is sure that she had heard their conversation.

"Do you think she's coming back?" Caroline croaks out but holds hopeful eyes. Elijah knowing that she's talking about the deceased blonde sighs.

"You know what she said to Hope in her small coma." Elijah replies with a sad shrug.

"No!" Caroline basically yelps, her eyes widening and a smile growing onto her face. "She said that Hope couldn't bring her back."

Elijah stares at her in confusion. "What is your point?"

Caroline rolls her eyes in slight annoyance. "You're a thousand years old and you still can't pick out the small 'bits' in peoples words." She raises an unamused brow.

"She said..." Elijahs eyes widen in realization. "She said that Hope couldn't bring her back. That means someone else could've."

Caroline nods her head slowly. "We should dig up her coffin." She starts jumping up and down.

"Woah." He is quick to stop her movement with his arms. "Wait until Freya and Bonnie get here."

"Wait until we're here for what?" Bonnie's voice is heard from behind them.

"What is that?" Freya questions as she spots the blue fog. Staring at it warily.

"That's why we called you." Caroline responds with a shy smile. Freya and Bonnie cautiously walk forwards to touch it.

"It won't hurt you." Caroline assures with a smile.

"How do you know?" Freya questions skeptically, still eyeing the fog.

"When Caroline touched it, it seemed to embrace her." Elijah commented in fascination.

Bonnie gasps as she reaches her fingers towards the fog. It slowly wraps itself around her. She nods her head in encouragement towards the Mikaelson witch.

Freya's eyes widen as she goes to join Bonnie but jumps back stunned when she watches the Bennett Witches eyes roll to the back of her head. The whites of her eyes prominent.

Bonnies once happy expression turns into one of horror as Caroline tries to shake her out of the trance. Visions of Camilla screaming and crying while she punches the coffin going through her mind. Being pushed back by a magical force Bonnie gasps for air as she holds her chest in fright. Looking up at the three wary adults she whispers. "We need to get her out of there and now."

"What? Why?" Caroline questions appalled.

"Because she's alive. She's been waking up, having panic attacks, and passing out from exhaustion for hours." Tears form in Bonnies eyes as she thinks about how traumatized one of her best friends must be right now.

"I'll call Niklaus." Freya whispers with wide scared eyes before rushing off to call her brother.