The moment Irina had walked into Mystic Falls, she knew the people here would be trouble. A vampire hunting council, wolves with no pack, and young vampires making a mess of everything. And in the middle of it all, a Petrova doppelganger. It hadn't taken long to find the home of the oldest of the vampires in town, though they themselves were babies as well. Pushing a lock of her black hair behind her ear, she knocked gently on the heavy wooden door, clasping her hands in front of her and listening as footsteps approached.

"Hello, can I help you?" A young man with rather large hair answered the door, giving her a curious look. She put on her best smile and shook her head a bit.

"Actually, I came to help you. It's my understanding that you have a rather...special young lady who may need protecting." In an instant, his gaze hardened, and he grabbed her arm to drag her inside. She could tell he was using a fair amount of his supernatural strength, and though she could easily escape, she allowed herself to be pulled. She drew the line when he attempted to throw her into a chair, instead pulling her arm from him sharply and brushing off her jacket. "My, what manners you have."

"Who are you?" His voice was pitched low, and she surmised he was trying to be threatening. With a smile, she moved to a more comfortable looking couch, taking a seat and smoothing her hands over her pants. Looking up at him, Irina took in his anger and confusion.

"A friend. You can call me Irina." He seemed to hesitate, confusion coloring his gaze. If it would be this easy to gain their trust, it didn't bode well for the Petrova girl. He opened his mouth, hopefully to question her a bit more about her intentions, when a deeper voice spoke from a doorway nearby.

"We don't have friends. So, maybe you'd like to try again." She turned, her own hazel eyes meeting the icy grey of an older man. The color was offset by his own dark hair, and she couldn't help but admire his good looks. Keeping her face blank, she met his lethal smirk with a calm facade of her own.

"Consider me a new friend, then. The point is, you have something," their eyes narrowed and she held back the urge to roll her own as she looked between them, "apologies, someone that some very dangerous people want. I'd rather they not get their hands on her." The two men glanced between each other, raising her ire. "If you would rather turn away help against the Originals, then be my guest. But having an Original of your own may come in handy." That seemed to have their guards back up. Without warning, the older man had her pinned to the wall by her throat, glaring down at her.

"You're an Original? Why should we trust you against your family?" His words were growled, and under different circumstances it might be hot. For now, it was simply annoying.

"I may be an Original, but I am no Mikaelson. Suffice it to say, they do not yet know of my existence." Slowly, she gripped his wrist and pulled his hand from her throat, forcing him backwards. "I do not wish for the Mikaelsons to succeed and neither do you. It's certainly enough for a treaty, at the least." The two men looked at each other as she released the older one, seeming to have a silent debate before both nodding.

"So, Irina, how exactly are you going to help us? You know where the other Originals are?"

"No. But I can't die, so they'd have quite a bit of trouble getting through me to your precious girl." They shared a look again, only this time there was something a bit worrying about it. "What? Don't tell me that's a problem?"

"We...may have staked one of the Originals." There was a moment of silence as Irina raised a brow, fairly impressed they'd gotten close enough to even make the attempt.

"Which one?"

"Elijah." She began to laugh, and their confusion seemed to grow. "What?!"

"You couldn't have gone for the easiest one, hm?" She held up a hand as they opened their mouths to argue. "No, no. This is fine. Elijah can be...dealt with. At least it wasn't Klaus, but he won't be too far behind." They nodded, and the smaller man stepped forward with a hand offered.

"Stefan Salvatore. This is my brother, Damon." The older man simply gave a nod. "And...we'd be happy to accept your help." Irina relaxed just a bit, looking between the vampires and wondering just what these poor baby vampires had gotten themselves mixed up in.