Author's Note:

Hello everyone. Glad everyone enjoyed chapter one!

Here is the next chapter with a few more cameos of the Mystic Falls Gang, plus Damon and Maeve have a little meeting a the end. Tell me what you think and please please please leave review.

Until next time, darlings!

You can't trust a cold-blooded woman.
Boy, don't you lie in her bed.
You can't trust a cold-blooded woman, she'll love you and leave you for dead.
There's one thing you must understand, you can't trust a cold-blooded woman.

Chapter Two – Confinement

Maeve stepped into the abandoned mansion, she walked over to the bureau and picked up a receipt. Rebekah Mikaelson. It was definitely where her siblings were staying when they were in Mystic Falls. She was surprised that they came back. After they were all turned, they left for England promising to never return. Elijah, Rebekah, and Niklaus promised to stay together always and forever.

Maeve trailed behind Kol farther from their tiny house. The normal long and tiring walk seemed effortless with their new stamina and strength. Tonight has been exactly two weeks since they were turned into vampires. Everything was new to them. Unfamiliar with the thirst burning their throats and enhanced senses. They could hear everything that happened around them.

Kol jumped over a log and landed on both of his feet, turning his head to look over at his twin sister. "Keep up, Mae," He called over his shoulder and Maeve rolled her eyes before pulling up the bottom of her dress stepping over the tree. "They have to be out here somewhere," He glanced around where they were standing. The pine trees were covered in a sheet of snow.

Maeve caught up to her brother, dragging her feet along the icy road, "Why are we even searching for them? They made themselves clear when they promised always and forever. They left us out of the pact for a reason." Kol turned around halting the two of them, "It's pointless."

He placed his hand on her shoulder demanding her attention, "They can have their dumb, always and forever. Who says that we need them anyway? I only need my sister," He clamped his hand on her cheek and she sighed. Her lips turned into a frown, "Don't pout. I'm with you until the end of the line," He leaned down so they were eye level.

Maeve trailed her hand along the countertop and looked up the stairs before searching the rooms. She stepped into a bedroom, immediately noting that it was Rebekah's old bedroom. Either that or Niklaus and Elijah had some coming out to do with the animal print comforters and purple walls.

She walked over to the closet and pushed it open, revealing a handful of clothes that she had left behind. Maeve pulled out a pair of her sister's jeans and a dark gray shirt and changed into them. This style was increasingly different than what she could remember, it wasn't constricting. She could actually breathe in them.

Once she bathed and changed her attire, she decided to go learn more of the town that she once called her home. Dusk has taken over the streets as the sun descended against the earth. Maeve found herself walking aimlessly until she came upon the Mystic Grill. She stepped into the restaurant and a young woman walked towards her, "Welcome to the Mystic Grill. A table for one?" She questioned and Maeve nodded her head. She followed the young girl to an empty booth and took her seat as watched as the woman departed away. She picked up the menu in her hands and opened it, staring at the list of food that she couldn't comprehend.

She scanned her eyes across the room until they landed on a familiar face, she stood up and made her way towards Matt. He was carrying a bucket and clearing one of the tables, "Matt?" Maeve asked as she got closer to him. He raised his head to meet eyes with Maeve and he gave her a quick smile, "Hey!"

She smiled briefly to herself, "I've seen that outfit before. Did you know Rebekah Mikaelson?" He asked curiously and Maeve's eyes shot open.

She narrowed her eyes on his, "How do you know that name?"

He arched an eyebrow strangely, not allowing the compulsion to work. She looked down on his wrist and realized that he was wearing a bracelet that was filled with vervein. He shot his head back up towards her, "You have an accent. Where are you from?"

Maeve pushed a piece of her blonde hair back, "England. I grew up there until I was almost twelve," She lied quickly. He nodded his head and she exhaled lightly, Maeve looked over and noticed two people walk into the Grill.

Stefan and a brunette walked towards Matt and her, she looked down quickly and pushed her bangs into her face. "Hey Stefan," Matt called in his direction, "Elena, how are you?" Maeve glanced up confused. Elena? Her resemblance to Katerina Petrova was remarkable. Maeve pulled at the sleeve of her plaid shirt and looked up. "Have you met Maeve Turner yet?"

Maeve locked eyes with Stefan and he pulled his eyebrows together, "No." He mumbled quietly, "I don't believe that I have." He grinned at her widely and held out his hand towards Maeve, "Stefan Salvatore."

She took his hand and shook it lightly, "Pleasure to meet you."

Elena smiled at her brightly, "It's nice to meet you, Maeve. That's such a unique name, I've never heard anything like it before." She spoke cheerfully and Maeve nodded her head, returning a brief smile. "Are you new here?"

Maeve diverted her eyes away from Elena and looked up to find Stefan watching her intently. She took a deep breath and pushed a piece of hair behind her ear, "Yeah. I just moved here yesterday," She looked up at Matt pointing her thumb in his direction. "I met him at the Founder's Party, coincidently ran into him here, as well."

Stefan took a step forward, "Could I buy you a drink?"

Maeve chewed on the inside of her bottom lip, "After you," She curtsied and Stefan held out his arm. Maeve took it in hers and they walked over to the bar and she let out a long breath, "Stefan Salvatore."

"Maeve Turner, huh?" He turned his head to look over at her and chuckled under his breath, "Still lying as always." His comment made Maeve roll her eyes, never a fan of the Mikaelson children of Mystic Falls. "You know it's funny that I knew who you were before I knew about the Originals. You would be surprised how shocked I was when I was invited to the Mikaelson Ball last year."

She chuckled and Stefan ordered two drinks for them, "Always one for the dramatics, Stefan. So I take it that my family has been here since my departure."

"Without my brother, might I add," He jabbed. Maeve turned to face him and her upper lips curved into a snarl. "Did I hit a nerve?"

She swallowed hard, "Where is your brother anyway?"

Elena walked up to them and she watched as Matt walked into the back room of the Grill, she rolled her eyes and turned to Elena. Stefan leaned forward and whispered in Maeve's ear, "He doesn't remember you."

She snapped her head back at her old friend, "What do you mean?"

"His memory was fried when he was taken by the Augustine vampires back in the 50's. He doesn't remember you," He answered swiftly. "I questioned him on you, but it's like you never existed in his mind. He only remembers Katherine."

Elena gagged, "Katherine always finds her way into everything."

Stefan walked away from the bar after placing a ten dollar bill on the counter top and Maeve stood up to follow. Elena reached her hand out, halting Maeve and she looked down towards Elena. Elena tightened her grip on Maeve's arm, "Looks like we can't always have what we want, Maeve."

Those words sounded so familiar and struck a nerve that was yearning to combust. Elena walked away after Stefan and Maeve's jaw dropped. She could feel her fangs surfacing from the anger that was stirring inside of her. She stalked after them and decided to follow where they were going, to Damon.

After an incident of Elena "spilling" grease all over her shirt, Stefan and Elena decided to stop at a motel room to wait for their car to be fixed. Maeve booked the room beside them and sat down on the small bed that was located in the middle of the room. She listened into the conversation coming from the other room. It only took her about five minutes to realize that it wasn't "Elena", but somehow Katherine in Elena's body. She felt foolish to not realize that sooner, especially after her hidden stab at Maeve's relationship with Damon.

She leaned back against the mattress and closed her eyes, still listening in on the conversation. Stefan went into the bathroom to get cleaned up, it grew silent. A buzzing came from the other room, "Oh my God, Damon?"

Maeve's eyes shot open and she jolted onto her feet, "Hello Stefan. How wonderful to hear your beautiful, feminine voice."

Maeve shrugged her shoulders, not comprehending, "Enzo. What the hell do you want?" Elena/Katherine snapped into the phone. Enzo sighed, before letting his accent wisp through the phone, "Eh. I'm in a spot of trouble actually."

"Where's Damon?"

Enzo answered immediately, "Oh, he's here – salivating. About to chop into my neck and feed until my head pops off in a grotesque, but slightly comical fashion." They spoke for a few more seconds about some man named Wes, who apparently infected Damon with a ripper virus. Damon was feeding on vampires, but lucky enough for Maeve, she can't be killed. "I could use a hand. Wes and his singing witches trapped us in a house."

"Do not come here," Damon's voice broke through the phone and Maeve ran towards the door as quickly as she could. She was going to save him. She was going to help him remember everything that he seemed to forgotten.

Maeve took a cautious step to the door of the abandoned house. She found Damon immediately, he was leaning his head against the wall, still ashamed of himself for feeding. This damn ripper virus was harder than he imagined. He fought so hard to keep Enzo safe, but thankfully he escaped. Damon met Maeve's blue eyes with his own and they widened. He could smell the vampire blood in the very instant. "You shouldn't be here," He whispered in a mischievous voice. He threw the back of his head, slamming against the wall trying to fight the urges.

She smiled shyly, "You won't hurt me, Damon." As soon as she mentioned his name, he looked over at her in confusion.

He stood up from the wall and stalked towards her, "How do you know who I am? Who the hell are you?" She stepped fully into the house, through the barrier that was confining him inside, this way neither of them could leave. "Son of a-do you know what you just did?"

She shrugged her shoulders with ease, "Like I said before. You won't hurt me."

He shook his head furiously and could feel his black veins surfacing beneath his eyes. "You need to find a way out of here. I will kill you," He exaggerated bulging out his eyes and Maeve shook her head. "Get out," Damon shouted in her face as his fangs began to surface.

She scanned the room with her eyes, "You can't kill me. I am immortal," She stated nonchalantly and he furrowed his eyebrows together. "That is unless you have a white oak stake stashed around here?" She glanced behind her before refocusing on him.

His eyes were laced with confusion, "You're an Original?"

She held out her hand, "Maeve Mikaelson. A pleasure, I am sure."

He took her hand hesitantly in his own before shaking it firmly. He let go and turned his face quickly, forcing his fangs to fade away. He looked back up through his eyelashes, "Damon Salvatore."

Maeve grinned widely, "I've heard all about the endearing and reckless vampire named Damon."