A/N: UGH! I'm sooooooo sorry this took so long to get out. I was busy with band camp for two weeks and then I went away... I also apologize that I don't have another chapter as a gift for waiting. But well... that's life.

ALSO! I forgot to mention earlier in the pervious chapters: Vanilliedream IS my Beta for this! She deserves great praise for I would not have as great of a word sense as she does! PRAISE HER!

But enjoy our good story :)


Chapter 2

Fia's POV

This day kept getting better and better. It was just the kind of day I'd expect in Mystic Falls, it was crazy and I loved it. First, I finally meet my sister after years of hearing about her; I finally saw her face to face. Then, I find out an Original knows about my prophecy. And now, I was having tea with the would-be devil in his huge house. From what I had seen of his house, it was very… white. It was nothing I expected from the devil at all, no blood dripping down the walls. Even the chair I rested in now was white and quite comfortable.

"So, tell me, Fiammetta—" Klaus started saying, studying me with his deceptive blue eyes.

"It's just Fia," I spat, loathing my first name. It was too long and old fashioned for my taste.

Klaus smirked at me from where he stood by the fireplace, eyes dancing with fire . "I think I like that even better, Fia," he paused looking off into the distance as he examined how that felt on his tongue. "Who named you?"

"My mother," I said cockily with a roll of my eyes.

Klaus raised an eyebrow then with interest. "You've got courage, Fia. I like that. Just don't let it get to your head, love."

"Noted," I replied drily, examining my surroundings.

"As I was saying, I want to know to what I owe this visit?" Klaus rested his arm on the pristine white shelf above the fire place, looking at me quizzically.

"Rebekah said you know the prophecy that determines whether an Elemental goes to the light, or to the dark." I said getting up from where I had taken rest on a chair and walking closer to where he was.

Klaus cocked his head slightly, almost in a slightly confused manner. That was quickly replaced by his an arrogant, superior air around him as his smirk reappeared. "I may know about the Elemental Prophecy you speak of. Are you saying you are one, love?" I could just hear the excitement and wonder intertwine in his words.

"I may or may not be an Elemental," I replied coolly looking away. I was only a few feet away from the supposed dangerous original hybrid. "But if I was, what interest would it be to you?"

Klaus took a sip of his drink—and I was pretty sure it wasn't tea, eyeing me. "I would want your undying loyalty, of course. Elementals are so powerful, but until they've changed to a side, they're so bipolar."

I narrowed my eyes at him, annoyed by his damn comments. "Would you settle for an acquaintance?"

Klaus lost a little bit of his smile at that. "An acquaintance is much lower than what I want, love." He said, his body starting to grow tense. "I wanted your loyalty."

I put my arms up slightly, shrugging. "Hey, I don't know you and you don't know me, simple as that. But I've heard of you. Your history makes me waiver with my position on an alliance of any sorts."

Klaus' smile was completely gone now. "Then you also know that if I don't get my way, I get very blood thirsty." Klaus said looking like the predator that he truly was.

I didn't even flinch at his actions, my expression blank. "And you also know an Elemental can raise a white oak tree, and make a stake out of it in a minute flat, saying if I was one."

"It'll take a second to rip your throat out!" Klaus roared, extremely angry, and launched towards me.

But he never reached me, much to his dismay. Instead he was met with an invisible wall that puzzled him. His eyes still flashed gold just like all werewolves as he observed the wall that was created. I stayed where I was, not having moved a muscle.

"My, my," Klaus said chuckling, shaking his head back and forth, as his normal blue eyes came back, "looks like someone's specialized in telekinesis."

My lips curled into a snarl as I felt the familiar darkness consume seize my heart. "This little trick? A witch could do it! Do not insult my power!" I hissed at him.

Klaus' smirk grew again, amusement clear in his eyes. "I'll keep that noted."

"Good. Now that you know that I'm an Elemental, tell me the damn prophecy!" I said, trying to calm down and get back to myself.

Klaus was about to speak when the front door was forcefully slammed, stopping him in his thought.. There was the stumping click of heels coming closer to us. Rebekah must have come home from her "date" with Matt.

"Sister, what troubles you?" Klaus asked her with a smirk on his face, diverging from my question.

Rebekah spun around in her lace dress, eyeing me in insatiable anger. "I'll tell you what troubles me! That little wench set me up!"

Klaus' attention turned to me now. "Would you care to explain what you have done to my dear sister?" Klaus said in amusement, trying to appease Rebekah.

I placed my hand on my hip, shifting my weight while looking at them. "I held up my end of the deal, she went on a date with Matt." I said simply.

Rebekah glared me. Oh if looks could kill! "It was not a date! The whole fucking group was there with us!" Rebekah shrieked.

I shrugged, uninterested in her stupid rants. "You didn't specify what kind of date. So, I went with a group date, more people, but a date nonetheless." I replied.

Rebekah's bottom lip stuck out as she continued her glare. "You will regret tricking me, you little wench." She then spun around on her heels and stormed upstairs in a huff of perfume and hair.

I slowly then turned my attention to Klaus. He looked slightly amused by my manipulation of his sister. The rest of his expression was a complete mystery to me though. Then again, I didn't think reading an Original would be easy anyway.

"Well, you better get out of here before Rebekah chews you up and spit you out just to chop you into little Fia pieces." Klaus said detailing my death for his own entertainment while he looked me up and down.

"I want what I came here for." I said not moving. I could care less about what Rebekah was going to do to me, or what she thought she could do to me. I just wanted his knowledge on my fate.

Klaus tilted his head again, toying with me. "Oh! That's right. You want the prophecy, love." He started and finished his drink. "Well, that's an easy one."

I inclined my neck further to show I was anxiously listening for him to continue. "Well?" I asked him to go on, my impatience showing through.

"There is an action that will determine whether or not you shall be entirely good or entirely bad." Klaus told me, as if it was the simplest answer ever.

My head dropped with disappointment. "That's not all you know… right? You've got to know the actions. You're a thousand year old hybrid for god's sake."

"I told you that I may know the prophecy, love. And that is all I know." Klaus told me unfazed by my growing outburst. "Now, I really do suggest that you leave."

I opened my mouth to speak, but snapped it shut as I went to leave. I was absolutely livid by this outcome. I quite literally risked my life to learn my one forbidden secret, and this is what I get—damn half answers! I felt the wind furiously pick up around me as I stormed out of the devil's den. My vision slowly became disoriented. No! I would not let myself switch, not now. I would stay strong, but my anger was reaching its boiling point. I looked up from the hard ground, finding myself in the middle of an open field. The clouds began to form circle around me. I rolled my head back to gaze up at the darkening clouds and let all of the frustration leave my body go with a shrill of my voice.


Elijah's POV

"The clouds are darkening," Elijah commented to his family as he slowly closed the curtain trying not to think about how Fia was feeling, how she might be alone, and trying not to show his nervous emotions about her being alone to his family.

"The Elemental's time bomb must be going off." Rebekah then added, "Serves her right."

Elijah ignored her comment about his Fia, and turned to his blond sister who had changed out of her date clothes. "What happened with her anyway?"

"She came to me with the impression I was going to tell her the whole prophecy." Klaus explained to them. "I only know part of it, and that was not what she was looking for, apparently."

Elijah nodded. "That's a shame; for the girl to lose herself over mere words." Elijah said, trying to feign indifference towards the girl in question.

"She did seem very desperate to get it." Rebekah commented, resting her body against the table with the support of her arms, thinking about the damn, spitfire girl.

"Why wouldn't she be? She's probably the last of her kind, meaning no one else knows her destiny—a destiny she's trying to control by learning of what is needed to be done to turn light or dark." Klaus said with yet another drink in his hand and a wistful smile on his face, thinking back to Fia and the fire in her eyes.

Elijah said nothing to his brother's words or the expression on his face. He could just image her angered screams as if he could hear them in the far distance. He was so tempted to find her and ease her frustration with his knowledge, to just find her and wrap her in his arms to comfort her. However, it was too early for them to meet again. He was going to have to wait longer to be reunited—as is she. Though, in due time, Elijah knew they would be joined together again, him and her, the prefect couple. With her magnificent power, they could be together forever, no one would be able to touch them or ruin their love…


Fia's POV

"And that's all he knew, Stefan. He doesn't know any more than I did at that point." I sighed sitting on my bed with Stefan's head resting in my lap. "All I want to know is what I have to do to… to get rid of that darker side of me. I don't like it and I don't want it."

Stefan nodded, understanding me because of his "Ripper" side. Even though he was more aware of what he did, it still seemed like a blur to him when he gazed back. He understood what had been done, where I could only remember the big things, not the small details. And we would both want that part of us to be gone forever. Sadly, he didn't have the same chance I did.

"What if you became a vampire? Wouldn't you lose all your powers like a witch?" A voice asked by the door.

I turned back to see that it was Damon who asked the question and had entered the room, leaning against my doorway. He was exactly like Stefan had described him, except sexier, much sexier. He was a major shit disturber though; at least that I could tell.

I groaned, dropping my head before lifting it again to stare at Damon tiredly, and seeing that his eyes were already on me. "How many times to I have to say it? I. Am not. Anything like a witch." I spelt it out for him, as if I was talking to a five year old.

"Easy there," Stefan said calming me, with a hand on my shoulder. "It was a good question. Witches lose their connection to magic and the basic principles are there Fia, he wasn't inferring that you were a witch by any means."

I shrugged, rolling my anger away with a flick of the wrist. "I honestly don't know. It would be nice to get rid of it all… but then again, I would miss feeling the magic following through me. To just be… empty… Now, that sounds depressing."

"Oh please," Damon said pushing off the doorframe, walking towards Stefan and me lying on the bed. "You'd still have magic through you, just a different type of magic."

I ignored him and his piercing blue eyes, turning back to my best friend. "I hate to say this, but there is the possibly of me going dark because your kind is technically a force of dark, going completely against nature."

Stefan agreed with me with a nod of his head. "Because we take life and cannot give it back."

I nodded in agreement with Stefan. "There has to be dark and light forces in existence together. It needs to remain balanced, that is the way of nature. Though I do wish there was a way for you to give back for taking away lives." I shuttered at the thought of taking a life. "That would be horrible to take one and not give back somehow."

"Isn't that what your… darker side is though?" Damon asked, almost tepidity as if to not anger me. I could tell he wasn't up to date on Elementals, but he was trying to process it too quickly.

"Yes. My dark side is just that—dark and evil, very dark and very evil.. Unlike me, it won't give back and it won't care what it does or who it hurts. It isn't satisfied until it gets its way it's just completely bloodthirsty." I explained to him.

"What triggers your other side?" Stefan asked me, rolling on his stomach and putting his hand under his chin to look at me.

"The same thing that would trigger vampires to turn their humanity off—uncontrollable emotions, high anger, dark desires, and not wanting to care anymore." I explained. "But I don't know what causes me to change back; I just know how to go dark, not to go back to light."

Stefan thought for a minute, his mind working to solve my puzzle. "Maybe it's because you are the more dominant person compared to your dark side. You could unconsciously and continuously fight for your position and control in your own body."

I nodded slowly. "It makes sense…" I said quietly and laid back in my bed, just annoyed at my continuous questions at what I am. "It's so annoying though; not being able to know everything about who I was. Hell, I didn't even know who my real family was till Isabelle came to me on the reservation a few years back and told me. My whole life has been a mystery to me"

"Wait, Isabelle approached you?" Damon asked shocked at my words. I nodded in response to his question. "Why?" Damon exclaimed, coming closer to me.

I shrugged at that. "Who knows—maybe she likes causing trouble like you do." I said to Damon, smirking and winking at the end of my sentence

Stefan frowned slightly. "No, if Isabelle does anything it's to make her daughters' lives miserable and complicated."

I then rolled on my side, looking at the brothers. "My brain hurts… I just want to go to bed right now." I said, looking at them with a look saying, get gone.

"Is that our invitation to leave?" Stefan asked with a smirk, like the smartass he could be.

I threw a pillow at him with a small smile and as it hit him, he feigned being hurt."Yes, now beat it!" I said playfully.

Stefan slowly got up and sat back down, sitting on my legs, absolutely crushing me. "I don't think I can do that."

I shoved him gently and moved my legs from under his. "You are fully capable of getting up by yourself. You're a grown vampire! Don't make me move you." I said with a mock angry expression on my face.

Stefan chuckled and rolled back up. "Fine, fine. I'm going." He said and grabbed Damon's arm gently. "Come on, Damon, you heard the lady. She's kicking us out." He winked at me as he started to walk out of my room.

Damon started to leave, watching me every moment. There was something in his piercing stare that made my heart beat a little faster than usual. But then, it was probably nothing.

I watched my door close on its own and my lights slowly dimmed themselves. My arms were extended on each side of me as the moon casted light over me. I felt at peace here, in this bed—in this town. My heart found a comfortable rhythm in my chest. I no longer felt a longing—a desire to be anywhere else. This is how I knew I belonged here, in Mystic Falls.


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On one last note, school starts in a few days for us... so... don't expect much of an update for a while. I do apologize.

-Sin