AN: Tell me if you guys want me to keep this as limited omniscient or back to first person.

Also the reason behind me taking down this the first time was because I didn't know where to take this in the next chapter, so here I am now. And I got a little bit ahead of myself :) Let me know what you think! It means the world to me.

Catch'ya on the flip side Laterzzz ~LoveLiving

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I was seriously starting to second guess my decision to stay with Elijah and Klaus while on our mission to retrieve Rebekah and Hope. I felt like jumping out of the vehicle! I was tired and cranky for crying out loud! Klaus didn't make the situation any easier as he kept pestering me constantly. "What is it with you and your inability to listen to direct orders?!" Klaus was just as grumpy as I was. The only difference was I wasn't murderous when I was grumpy. "I'm not one of your minions Klaus. You can't just order me around like you did with your hybrids. I'm not sired to you." I groaned tiredly. I rested my head against the cool glass of the window closing my eyes hoping that he would leave it at that.

Of course this was Klaus we were talking about and he couldn't let someone else have the last word. "Maybe not but I can compel you!" I shook my head, eyebrows furrowed. "What's with you and your threats. Whether it's using peoples emotions against them, threatening to compel them to do what you want, or daggering your siblings when they go against your wishes." I saw both brothers stiffen slightly. Klaus with absolute raw fury, and Elijah uncomfortably. "That is a low blow love. As I recall you have daggered both Elijah and Rebekah." Despite his evident rage he managed to keep his emotions level and his voice devoid of any telltale signs that someone is about to be killed. By someone I mean me. "I did that because they were a threat to my friends and family. Surely you both understand. What's your little saying- Always and Forever? Well I may not have had forever with them, but I would protect them all until the bitter end." I said with such finality that I saw the shock I had given the both of them.

The next few hours were spent in silence.

Fourteen and a half hours outside of New Orleans Klaus pulled the car over to the side of the road. "So who wants to drive the home stretch?" Klaus said as he cracked his knuckles. "Sure." I complied sliding out of the backseat and clambering up to the front as Klaus got out and went to the passenger side backseat.

I started the ignition and pulled out of the rest stop. Turning on the satellite radio Feel So Close by Calvin Harris came on. I felt the emotional floodgates burst right open as I felt the intense need to curl into bed and cry my eyes out. This song had so many memories. The time Damon took me to Whitmore College when Bonnie was talking with Professor Shane. Damon was trying to show me how to feed and have fun at the same time. Sure it got out of hand, but all was forgiven eventually, and now I could hardly listen to this song without thinking about him. His gorgeous cerulean blue eyes, his raven black hair that was so silky soft, the thing he did with his eyes that made me warm all over, that arrogant, self-righteous smirk he got whenever he knew he had me backed in a corner.

"What's got you so down and melancholy-like." I nearly blanched as my foot pressed slightly on the brakes. I regained my composure quickly enough as I replied. "The song. This is the our song. MIne and D-Damon's." I didn't mean for my voice to falter, but the even after this amount of time talking about him still made me uneasy. "Ah this is about the elder Salvatore. I would've thought youd've moved along by now. You've lost so many people you cared about. I can't believe you only turned your emotions off that once. With all those emotions inside your petite body you'd think that after so much loss you'd turn it off and keep it off. It is easier that way." He was obviously goading me. I had long since learned not to rise to the occasion. "Katherine was a raging bitch, but she did make sense this once. Just dealing with it. Well people deal with different things in different ways. You kill, manipulate, and maim when someone turns their back on you. Simply because you don't like to be disappointed. You threaten when you are upset. Not everyone is as psychotic as you are. I fret over issues and problems for months on end. I shut myself out. I eat too much ice cream, watch The Notebook too many times, and drink way too much alcohol. We do that because it's our scapegoat. It's our way of letting things in before we can let them go." I honestly didn't know when I became a therapist.

After my little rant to Klaus I noticed that the song was over. "You were distracting me!" I felt angry, but that anger quickly dissipated as I realized I didn't want to hear the song in the first place. "Thank you." I murmured under my breath half hoping he wouldn't catch it. "Your welcome, love." Of course he would. He even had the guts to sound cocky about it. I stepped a little harder on the gas and the car surged forward gaining speed as we practically flew down the highway.

It was nearing dawn, and we were one hour outside of New Orleans when Klaus' phone started vibrating. Both him and Elijah were still deep in sleep and were not walking up so I took it upon myself to at least look at the caller ID. Marcellus Gerard. I shrugged as I answered the call. "Klaus Mikaelson's phone." I yawned. "Who is this?" A voice demanded. "Elena Gilbert. Some know me as the doppelganger, but I swear if you call me doppelganger I will tear out your tongue and shove it back down your throat." I said in a sickly sweet tone. "Well... Elena... Is Klaus available?" "He's resting at the moment. Is there anything I can help you with?" I sighed getting the idea that he probably wouldn't tell me anything. "Elena can you tell Klaus that Rebekah showed up at the compound. We do have a slight issue though. When are you three going to be back here?" I was surprised that he knew about this stuff. Must be one of Klaus' vampire friends in New Orleans. "We'll be there in half an hour." I said tersely while speeding up. "Alright see you soon." The line went dead. I set the phone back down on the center compartment.

I decided to wake the two sleeping beauties when we were ten minutes away from New Orleans. "Elijah. Klaus. We're almost there. I need one of you to guide me to the compound." Both Originals jumped at the sound of my voice. And why didn't they respond to the ringing phone? "By the way some guy named Marcellus called an hour ago wanting to talk with you, Klaus. He said that Rebekah showed up at the compound. He mentioned something about having an issue. He's expecting us in a few minutes." I explained as I drove through the French Quarter.

"So where am I going?" I asked as I took drove around a bend. "Turn left up here, love. It's the warehouse up ahead." Klaus explained hastily. I nodded in understanding as I took the next left. It was easy to pick out the warehouse. I parked the car. Turning the key I tossed them back to Klaus. I launched myself out of the car and into the warehouse. Suddenly I was surrounded by at least twenty standoffish vampires who looked ready to tear me limb from limb. "Get. Out. Of. My. Way." I said icily. My fangs elongating, and blood rushing to my face as the veins became more prominent. "Who's talking?" A vampire stalked forward. "Elena Gilbert." I hissed as the blood continued to pulsate through me. "Elena?" A voice called through the mass. A dark skinned man with a cocky aura stepped through the vampires making a path way. "Marcel? We talked on the phone." He gave me a dazzling smile as he held out a hand. I quickly let my vampire facade drop as I took his hand in a firm shake. Still eyeing the vampire around us wearily. "Stand down. She's with Klaus." Marcel ordered the group of vampires. "Where is my favorite hybrid?" Marcel turned back to me, worry etched across his face. Before I could answer Klaus' intimidating voice boomed over us all. "I am here. Now where is my daughter and sister?" I saw Klaus' demonic face. It wasn't him threatening me this time, but more or less worrying over his missing family. "I'm here, Nik." My head snapped to the left to see a teary Rebekah Mikaelson. "Bekah? What's wrong?" I vamp speed to her. She looked up at me with red rimmed eyes. "They took her. I'm so, so, so, so, so sorry! I couldn't do anything. It's all my fault. I'm sorry." Rebekah started to collapse to the ground, but I caught her and held her to me in a death-grip hug as she bawled into my shoulder. I felt Klaus' presence behind me, and he helped me guide Rebekah toward the back where beds had been placed in the different rooms. Klaus picked his baby sister up bridal style and lying her down on the bed. She immediately curled into a ball as she cried even more. "It's alright sister. We will find her. She will be alright." Klaus assured his sister rubbing her back soothingly. I stood in the background watching the brother-sister bond they shared. She brought out the sympathy in him. The human emotions that he kept buried the rest of the time. It was sweet.

I left the two siblings in the room and went back out to the courtyard like room with the fountain, vines, and shrubbery. It definitely wasn't what I was used to seeing. I was used to the Mikaleson family's elegance. Which was definitely not the dilapidated building I was standing in. The concrete was even growing it's own moss. "You doppelgangers really do look exactly alike. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were Katherine Pierce." I froze. "You know Katherine Pierce?" I narrowed my eyes as I felt my vampire visage threatening to break through. "Katherine has been back and forth to New Orleans for as long as I can remember. Very brave considering Klaus had his groupies around here." Marcel looked deep in thought for a moment. "Did Klaus know?" I asked out of curiousity. Marcel laughed without mirth. "Of course not! He would've ripped her heart from her chest the moment he got wind that she was running around these parts." "Why didn't you tell him?" I continued my interrogation. "Love makes us do crazy things Miss Gilbert." Marcel gave me a half response. I looked up from my feet ready to pelt him with more questions, but I didn't see him anywhere. I huffed in annoyance before leaving the warehouse. I needed a drink.

I came across this bar called Rosseau's. Striding towards the bar I throw myself on the barstool. Scaring the blond bartender in the process. "Bourbon, fine." I say grouchily. The blond smiles slightly. "Bad day, huh?" She slides the bourbon towards me a little bit harder than necessary causing the drink to slide awkwardly. The entire glass almost shattered on the ground, but I quickly caught it using my enhanced reflexes. "Vampire." I heard her mumur to herself. I was caught off guard. "What do you know about me!" I demanded ready to kill her if need be. "My name is Camille. I know Marcel and Klaus." She explained fearfully. I sighed a breath of relief letting myself appear less hostile.

"My name is Elena Gilbert." I introduced holding out my hand. The bartender, Camille, grabbed it and shook twice. "So how did you get roped into the supernatural world? As far as I can tell you are completely human." I wondered aloud. "WellI guess it just happened I can't even pin point exactly when. I think the first encounter I had was when I was walking home and Marcel almost made a meal out of me." Camille laughed. I smiled while downing the rest of my bourbon. I slide the tumbler back to Camille who quickly refilled it and set it down in front of me. "So how long ave you been a... well... you know..." I saw her hesitance and took that as an oppurtunity to mess with her a little bit. I leant closer. "A vampire." I lowered my voice just enough so that only she could hear me. "Well you see I can't really remember. I think I was reborn a few years after Klaus and his family." I saw her pale until she was white as a sheet. Okay so she obviously knew that the Originals were very old, and very powerful. "Y-You're over one thousand years old?" Her jaw dropped and her voice was pitchier and a little bit louder. I laughed while shaking my head. "I-I was j-just jok-joking!" I said while clutching my waist. Camille looked pissed for a second, but I knew she wouldn't do anything. She may be barve, but she didn't have a death wish from what I gathered. "I'm only eighteen. I was turned about half a year ago. It's good to know that you do know a little bit of vampire history." I said while swishing the bourbon around my glass.

At that moment the doors burst open and a few individuals walked in. I stiffened as I got their scent. "Werewolves." I said under my breath. "Well, well. Since we turned Marcel's vampires haven't been travelling alone. Why are you here all by yourself." From what I sensed she was the leader of the group. "I am not part of Marcel's gang. I am with the Mikaleson's. I will tear you all apart if you move to threaten me. It isn't a full moon so you'd be no match for me!" I hissed as I let my fangs appear as the veins flow underneath my eyes. "You see thanks to the hybrid we have these fancy rings that let us have our werewolf abilities whenever we want." I made sure Camille was safely behind me as I readied myself to defend myself as well as Camille. "I am Elena Gilbert. If you haven't heard of me. Well recently I took out a coven of eleven witches single handedly. I can handle a few mangy mutts." I sneered egging them to attack me. I had a feeling that with their werewolf powers they could easily kill me, but I refused to show that this fact affected me. I could see the hesitancy in the werewolves. They could smell lies. I knew this. They also fed on your fear. I just had to show them I was fearless and hopefully it would save our lives. "Francesa. Well I thought you'd be smart enough to get you and your pack out of the French Quarter." An onimous voice rang from the shadows around us. Now I could smell the fear from the werewolves. "Til' we meet again, and we will, Elena Gilbert." The wolves fled from the bar. I let out an exasperated sigh as I leant my body weight against the bar.

"You are lucky you know that. If Marcel hadn't informed me you went out muttering something about a drink you'd probably be dead within these last couple minutes. This isn't Mystic Falls where vampires are the big bad, love. Here in New Orleans there are powerful witches, werewolves, and vampires. They're crawling everywhere." Here he goes again with another one of his lectures. "Sorry, Klaus." At least I had the decency to look ashamed. "Now let's get going. We have to figure out how to get my daughter back. Camille." Klaus says shortly while guiding me out of the bar by the small of my back.

The walk back to the compound was uneventful, but I definitely noticed the nightwalkers that prowled on the rooftops looking for their next meals. Klaus refused to aknowledge me. Though his hand never left it's spot on my back. "Look, I'm sorry Klaus. I should've told you where I was going. I'll inform you next time." I pleaded with him. Wanting him to at least look at me. "You could've died, again. What am I going to do with you? Because you kind of need to stay in one piece if you want to help us save Hope." Klaus looked desperate for a reason I didn't understand. Why does he care anyways? "I am sorry Klaus. Next tiime I swear I will tell you where I am going." I said with as much sencerity as I could muster. Klaus nodded his head in acceptance as he opened the door to the compound. "Is she alright, Nik?" I heard my blond friends voice call out. "I'm here, Bekah. Sorry for the scare." I apologised looking at my feet expecting to get a similar lecture from Rebekah, but she just folded me in her arms squeezing the life out of me. "Bekah! Can't... Breathe!" I wheezed out. Rebekah laughed quietly as she let me out of her death grip. Only to hold me arms length away with a serious look on her face. Here it comes. Hell hath no fury like Rebekah Mikaelson scorned! "I can guarantee that Nik already gave you a sound lashing, but I swear if you just disappear like that again I will kill you myself!" I was about to say something else when I was crushed by Rebekah yet again. "As touching as this all is. I suppose you three would like to make plans to find Hope?" Marcel smirked. I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. I was going to find the child I've spent the last couple months fighting to protect. Failure isn't an option.