-Flashback-

Elijah walked home; a beaten man with an irrepressible feeling of dread that this castle was no longer that. But hope built with every step he took alive. Soon he was at his brother's chamber. Sure enough he was there with his back turned. Elijah decided to tread cautiously. "Brother," Klaus didn't bother to acknowledge him "the girl… she-" Elijah paused, wondering how his brother would react to the news he was about to give him.

"Did you find her?" Klaus said shortly.

"You see-"

Klaus cut him off, "Did you find the doppelganger or not?"

"She's no longer of use to us. Katerina was turned by Trevor."

In the blink of an eye Elijah found himself pinned to the wall by Klaus, "We are men of honor Elijah, you may have forgotten this but I have not."

Elijah was filled with a fear only his brother could induce, "Brother, please, I had nothing to do with this" However his pleading eyes met with only the cold hatred in Klaus's, "Love is a vampire's greatest weakness Elijah." Out of the corner of his eyes Elijah saw two witches enter the room, one wielding a small exquisite box. Intricate designs were beautifully hand carved into the wood; almost mockingly considering the deadly weapon that lay inside. The witches set to work not long after their entrance. Paralyzed by the hurt and betrayal he felt, he did little to stop them. He briefly wondered if his death would be drawn out or if Klaus would remember they were family and show him pity? He soon found out it was the former. An excruciating pain engulfed his mind; it felt as if his insides had been set on fire. A yelp escaped his lips as he fell to the ground.

"Stop," a clear ringing voice called. It came from a girl, young but unmistakably supernatural. Her crimson eyes first turned towards the witches and then towards Klaus where they settled into a menacing accusation. The burning receded and Elijah slowly picked himself up. The girl positioned herself in front of him as if to protect him from further harm yet her small size made this seem highly improbable.

Though caught by surprise, Klaus quickly regained his equanimity. "Fine, I'll make his death quick," he said as he made to push the girl aside but she held her ground.

"No," she set her lip, "You're not to kill him at all." Her incarnadine eyes gave way to a hazel. The brunette's resemblance to the two brothers couldn't be missed. A stalemate ensued between the girl and Klaus, a stalemate broken by her scathing reminder, "Do you forget that we are bound by blood."

"That bond has been broken the moment he killed them." Klaus was referring to their father, but though his declaration suggested the opposite, he turned away. "Leave," he spat out.

"That's exactly what we intend to do." Utter shock crossed his otherwise composed features as Klaus looked to the girl, for his remark was certainly not directed towards her. A stiff hardness dominated his face while he watched them leave. He didn't say more; he didn't know what to say, he just knew that his desire to harness his true potential had just turned to a pressing need.

-End of flashback-

As she stood in front of this large suburban estate, she marveled at how utterly ordinary it looked; in fact this whole town was seemingly ordinary. But she knew the secret behind Mystic Falls. She blew her bangs out of her eyes as she approached the house. Her brown hair was cropped short, fashioned in a sleek do that framed her features perfectly. She rang the doorbell and soon a well dressed woman opened the door. She had never seen the woman before but she knew from what that boy at the pub had told her that this must be the mayor. "Carol!" she exclaimed as if they were childhood friends.

A look of confusion crossed Carol's face but as the girl's pupils contracted this was quickly replaced by a trance-like giddiness. "Theresa, it's good to see you. Come in." This was invitation enough.

"Please, call me Riesa. It's much more modern you see," she said as she strode into this woman's home," Where's Elijah?"

"Oh, I'm not sure. I haven't seen him since yesterday. He dropped by with Elena."

Riesa frowned; she couldn't understand why he would stick around if he already go the hold of the doppelganger especially with his witches dead. Momentarily she feared her bother's safety and panicked. Then an idea struck her. "Carol," her pupils reduced in size, "Drive me to the Salvatores' would you."