She showed up like an angel in the night in Cami's last moments. Vincent burst through the door followed by a trail of people attempting to stop him from ruining the time Klaus had left with Cami. Tatia stood behind, waiting until Vincent called her forward after explaining to Klaus that the blood of a doppelganger, vampire or not, would heal Camille.

Klaus and Elijah watched Tatia with an intense gaze as she looked around for a sharp object. She broke a glass and cut her hand, holding it over Camille's head, allowing her blood to drip on Camille's lips and seep through into her mouth. Nothing happened at first. Klaus glared at Vincent, clearly about to rip him apart, when his attention turned back to Camille.

Camille's heart rate began to speed up and then return to a normal pace. She opened her eyes and looked at the people who were staring at her. They all had tense gazes and Camille feeling much better, felt like laughing, but instead she made one of her clever remarks. "Oh, that's nice. I'm in hell." She said as a smile graced her face.

Klaus hugged her, tightly. His heart was overflowing with joy. He didn't know how or what just happened, but he knew that Camille was alive and right now that was all that mattered to him. He pulled back from the hug and gave Camille a passionate kiss. Every one, as excited as they were that Camille had been saved, took their cue to leave. Tatia was the last one out. She looked back at them and shut the door behind her.

Tatia made her way out of the house, without a lot of questions. Elijah was in his study staring into space. How was she alive after all this time? It was a question that ran through his mind over and over. Her face and the image of a red door flashed through his mind over and over.

As Tatia walked out of the house, Vincent was waiting for her. "Do you think they know?" he asked her.

"Know who exactly I am? Of course they do. Know that I have been keeping tabs on them? I think that they will guess."

"Elijah, he looked the most shocked." Vincent pointed out.

"Yes, and I told you that I have a history with both of them, but Elijah. He has always had my heart."

Vincent nodded and began walking down the steps. While Tatia stood at the door for the longest time, before turning and going back into the house. There was unfinished business and though, she'd been avoiding direct contact with the Mikaelsons for a thousand years, it was time to face the music.

She walked through the house, searching for Elijah. She found him in his study, staring blankly at the wall. He was startled into reality when she spoke to him. "Elijah...?"

Elijah turned his gaze to her, unable to speak for a moment, before he whispered, "How...?"

Tatia smiled. She looked down and looked back up. Veins covered her face and her eyes turned blood red. Her fangs were as sharp as the pain in Elijah's heart. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her face returning to normal.

Elijah stood, "How?" He said again, this time more firmly.

"I was not completely dead when I was brought to your mother. My pulse was fading, rapidly. Rebekah was the first to know that your blood could heal, but it was too late. I died with her blood in my system. It took a while for me to wake. Your mother had already had me buried by the time that I awoke in transition. I was so angry at you and her, too. I left without a trace. After about a century, my anger festered into a hate for vampires, but only the one's who caused harm to the humans. The ones who couldn't control their thirst." Tatia explained. Her voice was like velvet, soft and smooth.

Elijah had to turn away from her. "You hated me so that you would let me live eternity thinking that you were dead." He walked over to the window and stared out at the rainy, New Orleans street. The water on the pavement glistened.

Tatia sat on the sofa. Her lips drawn into a line. Her silence caused Elijah to turn around. She cleared her throat. "I thought I did. Until I caught up with you." Elijah seemed confused, before she said, "If we cease to believe in love, why would we want to live."

Elijah's eyes revealed his shock. "You are Katerina?"

"No. You know very well that I am not and never could be. But, in the garden that day, it was me." Tatia explained.

"How many times have you pretended to be Katerina?"

"Only once. That day. I locked Katerina in her chambers for the day and compelled her to sleep until nightfall. When she awoke, I was there, giving her all of my memories of the day and disappearing into the night. I am quite surprised that she did not reveal it to you, once she had turned." Tatia smiled, sadly, fiddling with her hands.

Elijah walked over to her, pulled her up, and caressed her face, rubbing it with his thumb. Then, he snapped her neck and caught her as she fell into his arms. He carried her up to his room and lay her on his bed. He hated that he couldn't hate her for letting him think she was dead, but it was no secret that Elijah wasn't selfish. After all, he had wronged her. He had ended her human life. It was his fault that she was the way she was.

Elijah stared at Tatia, laying there, in his bed in the flesh. He spotted her familiar birth mark that he'd kissed so many times. It was a spot on her collarbone that could barely be seen. It was the only difference in appearance between Tatia and Katherine and Elena. For a moment, he let his anger fade and he rejoiced in the fact that she was alive.

Tatia's eyes fluttered open, hours later. It took so much longer for her to wake than everyone else, even still. The room was spinning and her vision was out of focus. Once it came back into focus, she wasn't sure where she was. Then, she remembered Elijah had snapped her neck. She swung her legs over the bed and stood up. Tatia walked down the stairs with an elegance that anyone could admire. She wanted to tear him apart for snapping her neck, but she only smiled. She was a lady and she wouldn't snoop to his level.

"Well, Elijah. It's been a pleasure. Goodbye." Tatia walked passed him.

"Leaving so soon?" Klaus came down the stairs, smirking.

Tatia turned, looking at Klaus, then shifted her eyes to meet Elijah's. "I have no reason to stay." She turned back around and took her leave.

Klaus laughed.

"Does this amuse you?" Elijah asked his brother.

"Slightly."

Elijah tilted his head. "You knew."

"Of course I did." Klaus went back up the stairs, laughing.

Elijah stood there, glaring. "And you didn't think to inform me that she was alive?"

Klaus stopped, but didn't turn around. "And you didn't think to inform me that you had killed her. I believe we're even in this matter." He continued to his room.