The Feast

Elijah stood beside Elizabeth at the club's second floor, overlooking the whole scene. A band played where a man sang about being dangerous, with the bass lines thumping in a catchy tune. Everyone danced as fountains of booze rained upon them as much as they pleased, and they were celebrating life as if there was no tomorrow. But as everyone did, Elizabeth watched them like a predator hunting her prey, or like a queen watching her royal subjects. Klaus stood beside her with a smirk on his face. Ever since Elijah left them earlier today after they went into the museum, somehow there was some sort of tension between the two of them. It was strange because for some reason, there was also this inexplicable chemistry between them too. Surely, it had been a while since Elijah felt this between them. It had been five hundred years ago and it was while they were romantically involved. But of course, they didn't speak of it once he arrived back and saw them sitting on this black steel bench, staring at the distance. He didn't expect them to be involved again in that way, he couldn't imagine them to be. And surely, that they weren't since now, they weren't exactly in good terms at all. But maybe that was what had shifted. Perhaps they were in good terms now. Perhaps they have made amends. If so, Elijah had their blessing.

"The whole place is packed…" He commented, breaking the silence. Elizabeth glanced at him and smiled knowingly. He was, apparently, stating the obvious. But what else was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to ask what was going on between his cousin and his brother? As if they're every going to answer him – he doubted they'll ever will. If there was one thing he learned in his thousand years of living, was that their family was somewhat secretive in their own endeavors. It was circumstantial, of course.

"It is every night." She replied as she looked back. The band ended their song and everyone began to cheer and clap. Some even raised their hands as they also hollered in delight. Elizabeth clapped so he too did. They had a great time at the museum today, and clearly, this was her way for them to bond as a family. Klaus wasn't all that pleased though, he found it silly – as if he was a child needed to participate in a school field trip. And during their entire visit, he only appreciated the artwork, but other than that, he weren't all that impressed. Elijah knew that he and his family were very difficult to be pleased. He guessed it was in their genes. But he couldn't exactly blame his brother. Sometimes, Elizabeth had strange ways to get them all together. "Look at them so happy and having the time of their lives." He heard her comment. "They're all so drunkenly gay…" Elijah then smiled as she remarked that with much mockery. It was as if she thought they were foolish as to celebrate life in a place like this. That was until they heard something crash.

"Someone's picking a fight with your Salvatore." Klaus then said, as they both looked. "What a surprise…" Elijah frowned at his brother's sarcastic comment, but saw Elizabeth's gaze hardened in a glare. Her right-hand man, Isaac, came rushing towards them, and he appeared a few feet away behind Elijah.

"A fight is brewing…" He then reported. Elizabeth did not even bother to address him. The vampire punched Damon and he retaliated in return, pushing the vampire back with much fury. "What shall I do?" Isaac asked as if in panic. Elizabeth then, slightly turned her face to address him, but her gaze continued to stare at them. Elijah was ready to break them free, but that was until he heard Elizabeth answer.

"I'll deal with it." And with that, she held onto the rail, jumped and swung her legs to the side over it as her leather coat fluttered behind her. In a matter of seconds, her heeled shoes landed on the floor with a thud before she broke them free with her vampire speed. It all happened so quickly, that everyone only noticed when Elizabeth stood in between them. Elijah and Klaus, however, saw her every move. Then the music stopped, and everyone froze in surprise.

"And off she goes…" Klaus said with a smile. Elijah peered at him.

"You're clearly enjoying this." He said with his eyes narrowed, suspecting if he had compelled the vampire. "Perhaps a little too much…" Klaus continued to smile, this time in amusement.

"Oh brother," He breathed. "If you're suspecting that I had something to do with this, you can put your mind to rest. This is all spontaneous – which is far more entertaining, than I can say." His eyebrows arched as Elijah gave him one last look before he looked back to the whole scene as he inhaled deeply.

Damon was suddenly hit by something he didn't really know and he staggered backwards. That was when he saw who stood before him. It was Elizabeth, who was glaring at the vampire who attacked him. He was dancing with Camille, who he now realized stood a few feet away behind him and watched them. Then, Elizabeth turned to him, and with her vampire speed, he felt her hand thrust through his diaphragm, and held his heart. He gasped as he saw Elizabeth's angry deep green eyes, glaring straight through his icy blue ones. They were dark but they glimmered with fury. But he wasn't afraid. In fact, he glared back and scrounged his nose in annoyance.

"Do it," He hissed under his breath, in a whisper that only she could hear. "Go on, do it!" He now sent using telepathy, clearing challenging her. It was perfectly clear that her mind was still blocked from his, but he also knew that she knew what he said. He saw something shift in her eyes that were a clear indication she got it. The vampire who was watching behind Elizabeth smirked as he let out a scoff. He was a big, muscular guy, with a deep baritone voice, hazel eyes, and black hair. Damon knew that this was the red-eyes, the guy at the door who decided who to let into the club.

"Yeah, kill that bloody bastard." Red-eyes said with his thick British accent. Elizabeth then, quickly broke her hold, pulled her hand out, and swiftly turned to the vampire with her vampire speed. She looked like she was going to slap him. But the next thing Damon saw was the vampire's head flying off from his neck and landed on the floor with a thud, its eyes wide in shock. She was so fast that Damon hadn't even let out a sigh of relief yet. He didn't even see her touch its head and pull it out. But everyone gasped and gushed in awe and in terror, as Damon's eyes were wide. Elizabeth stood up straight as the headless body collapsed onto the floor, and blood oozed out of its neck.

"A guest is a guest," She then announced. It was clear that she was pissed off. But Damon could not care any less. His plan was working. He knew that Red-eyes was clearly one of her or Isaac's men, and he managed to prick him into a sudden fight. He chose him because he was an easy target. While Damon and Camille were dancing, Red-eyes managed to bump into them more than a few times. And in return – for his plan to work – he bumped into him too, just too piss the guy off. It wasn't like the vampire was old. Damon was older than him, and so he knew he could take him. Still, this was one of the other ways to push Elizabeth's buttons, so it had to be done. "And I expect for them to be treated with utmost respect!" She then turned and gave Damon one last look. He managed to give her an amused smirk before her gaze landed on Camille. Afterwards, she jumped, and he saw her land on the second floor where Klaus and Elijah stood, watching. He frowned at them as they both stared back at him. Klaus smirked at him though. What were they doing here? First they all left Mystic Falls together, suddenly united, and now they were here? And what about that look on Klaus' face? Was it a look of victory? Were they "reigning" here together or something? But then, he saw Elizabeth walk out, obviously furious of what happened. The two of them followed as Klaus gave him one last glance, and they both disappeared.

"Are you alright?" Camille suddenly appeared beside him, holding him by his right arm. "I thought she killed you." Her voice was heavy with concern, but now Damon was too caught up in his thoughts. He gave her distracted look as he nodded.

"Yeah," He said. "I need a drink." With that, he immediately turned and headed to the bar, letting her follow him there. He thought tonight was going to be good, but maybe he needed to take another action. Maybe something more bold and daring. Maybe something that she couldn't get to ignore any longer, because then, Camille and Isaac would begin to be suspicious.

Maybe he needed to take the odd one out of her equation.

Isaac's breakfast was interrupted by a sudden meeting and so he waited at the living room. What happened last night definitely did not please Elizabeth. He hadn't seen her after she beheaded Will, one of his loyal men. It was a clear sign that she was furious, otherwise, she would've addressed him with some sort of amusement, and she would've spared Will's life. Perhaps she killed him because of her promise with him – to not torment that Damon guy any longer, because he wanted Camille to be happy. Then again, it did not justify her actions.

It was strange though, how she suddenly handled the situation. Usually, she would let Isaac handle it, telling him what needed to be done. But this time, he saw her impulsively jump off the second floor and broke off the two within a second. Everyone though, was dumbstruck at the sudden change of events. They never actually saw Elizabeth do that, but they weren't foolish enough to try anything with her too. Instead, they only saw her watching them from the second floor railings, quietly enjoying the whole scene and the music, and even the booze. Although, she had had a few words with everyone before, and everyone knew her, still, now they were absolutely terrified. They finally knew who and what they were up against.

Just then, Arthur suddenly opened the door and Elizabeth finally entered. Immediately, Isaac stood up to greet her. "Good morning," He said as he gave a courtly nod and a small smile. She however, did not return that smile. Her lips were in a tight line, and her chin was slightly raised. The usual glimmer in her eyes that seemed to be amused or rather mocking wasn't there. Instead, they were dark and piercing – as if her gaze could cut through glass.

"Good morning," She replied with a nod. Isaac put his hands together in front of him.

"I know you were upset about last night…" He then began as he chose his words carefully. But before he could continue, she immediately interjected, changing the subject.

"I wanted to see you today to tell you that I am allowing Camilla's friend to come tonight at the feast as a peace offering." She said with much authority in her tone. "And I want you to tell her that." She then finished, and he nodded. The look in her eyes was dead serious, and she began to pace around a little.

"I will," He replied, firmly this time.

"Tonight, the club shall be temporarily closed, since the feast will happen there. And I do not want any disturbances." She then added, and he nodded again even if she was already looking at the window. But he felt that he should speak about last night, and tell her that it was just an honest mistake on Will's behalf because it really was. He needed to reason with her even if he was already dead. After all, Will was a member of his loyal men.

"Yes, but Elizabeth…" He then began. And Elizabeth turned with eyebrows arched in expectation of what's about to come. He didn't exactly know if she would be pleased about this, but he still pressed on. "Last night was an honest mistake on Will's behalf. You see, my men were not informed about Damon, and it certainly could've happened to anyone of them. Still, was it completely necessary to have taken Will's life? To have taken such means without even letting him try and justify himself?"

"Yes, it was necessary." She replied in a sharp tone as her gaze hardened. "If I had let him live, then the other men would've followed suit. I had to take charge, and so I had to make an action that would've been clear that that mistake was not to be repeated again. Do you understand?" She then asked, and he inhaled deeply as he nodded. There was no other reason to try and press about this then. Elizabeth had an authority to uphold, and he perfectly understood, even though deep into the depths of his soul, he mourned for his late comrade. "Now, I want everything tonight to be perfect. And I shall expect your attendance." With that, she gave him a small smile that had no warmth whatsoever. It was cold, and very authoritative. Then she began to leave, and once she was gone, Isaac let out a sigh.

Clearly, this was serious. And even if he did mourn for his friend, it was his fault that Will died. If he had informed his men about Damon and Elizabeth's orders, then this wouldn't have happened. He didn't exactly think that her orders about Damon were serious. But it was too late for regrets now. The only thing he could do now was try to make up for this.

Camille put her phone back on her nightstand and lay back down on the bed. She was careful not to wake Damon up as she turned and faced him again. He was still fast asleep, and she smiled at his handsome face even if he couldn't see her. There was something about Damon that made her weak. Sure, they've only known each other for days, but he had this certain appeal that she really liked. He seemed to be strong and powerful, the way he stood face to face Elizabeth last night while she attempted to pull his heart out. He was so brave, and she admired him for that. She couldn't do that. For so many times, she stood face to face Elizabeth, and yet, she had never been that strong and brave like Damon was. There was just something so imposing about Elizabeth – and the same went for her family. They were intimidating, frightening even. But no, Damon didn't care for the Originals. He didn't care about their imposing statures. She wished she was like him.

She wished she had him.

"Hmm…" She heard him, as he slowly opened his left eye and then the other. He arched one of his strong eyebrows and he gave her a smirk. "Creepy…" He then said as he traced a finger on her straight nose. She then giggled quietly and he gave her a smile. He then turned and faced the ceiling. "Who was the early bird caller?"

"It was Isaac." She then said as she propped herself on her elbow, and rested the side of her head on her palm. She stared at his face, in which she realized, she couldn't seem to stop doing. With that, she traced a finger on his exposed chest, with the blanket covering on half of his body. She couldn't exactly complain. It was very sexy. "And have I got some news for you…" He smirked as he looked at her. His icy blue eyes looked so blue in the morning light.

"What?" He asked. She leaned closer to his body and maintained that smile. She noticed that his eyelashes were very long. How much she suddenly wanted to touch them…

"Elizabeth wants you to come to the feast tonight." She said and then playfully bit his chin. He gave a low throaty chuckle and so did she as she leaned back and looked at his eyes again. She couldn't exactly believe that Elizabeth suddenly wanted him to come. Last night, she thought that she was going to kill him. But she didn't. Instead, she killed Will – which was rather unexpected since he was one of Isaac's loyal men. Perhaps she was finally keeping her word. It was clear that Isaac made sure she did. And with that, she smiled again.

"Should I be surprised at that offer?" He asked, seeming to be unimpressed. Camille laughed as she eagerly nodded.

"Yes." She said. "Apparently, she kept her word with Isaac. And so, she said, that as a peace offering, she wanted you to come tonight. It looks like she wants to finally meet you." Damon then scoffed as he rolled his eyes. He was very unimpressed, obviously.

"I don't exactly want to meet her." He then turned to her and told her that, matter-of-factly. "After being staked, and nearly getting my heart ripped out, I'm good with not meeting her." She now gave her a playful but condescending look as she brushed her hand on his chest now.

"Isaac told me that she was very upset about last night." She replied, telling him the news. "She's furious even because Will had disrespected you and started a bloody brawl." Camille arched her eyebrows as she shrugged. "It's against her rules, you see. She doesn't like disturbances occurring in the club, and Will knew that, so she punished him." Damon now arched his eyebrows in a manner of trying to be interested. With that, she smiled and rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, it'll be fun. Besides, it's under her strict orders to not let anyone lay a finger on you."

"Unless it's hers…" He commented as he looked straight up the ceiling again. Immediately, she laid her head on his shoulders, and he wrapped an arm around her.

"She won't, I promise." She said as she finally looked back up again. "Please just come with me… It will be fun. And I'll try to talk to Isaac about your protection." Damon scoffed again. But she pressed on. "Please?" She looked deeply into his eyes and he looked back at hers. He then pushed her hair back on her ear as he sighed.

"If it's important to you…" He said. "Then I guess I should." With that, Camille gave her a smile of delight. She bit down her lips and leaned closer to him for a kiss.

"Thank you," She said.

"You're so very welcome." He charmingly replied as his lips grazed on hers in a sweet but tender kiss.

Klaus entered Elizabeth's room without neither a knock nor a warning. He knew that this'll definitely annoy her, but he couldn't really care any less. He closed the door behind him, and he saw her applying her red lipstick while she still wore her robe. Her gaze landed on him through the mirror's reflection, and he greeted her with a playful smirk. She returned that same gesture.

"Haven't you heard of manners, Niklaus?" She practically cooed, but it absolutely oozed with sarcasm and mockery, imitating his statement yesterday, when she suddenly entered his room while he was talking to Elijah. Now, he smiled. Just a hint of annoyance in her voice could bring him such satisfaction. Of course, he wanted to annoy her even more. That was just the thing between them.

"Oh but I simply learned from you…" He teased as he arched his eyebrows and began to pace around. It was his first time to be in her room here in London. And somehow, it looked quite different than her usual taste. It had burgundy walls with cream linings. Her furniture was in cream as well, but it had red accents. Her love for the French style and a few modern pieces were still evident, though. And he had to admit, the room looked rather elegant – fit for a queen. "So I've heard you have invited Damon Salvatore to tonight's welcome feast." He began to pace towards the oil painting of a girl looking down. It was a huge piece that happened to make such a statement, and it was very admirable. The details were just exquisite as he assumed it would be when he got closer. "And I thought that you were throwing it for me and Elijah…"

"And it is…" She simply replied as he glanced back at her. She smacked her lips together and closed the lid. Her eyes then landed at the mirror, where she gazed at him through his reflection again. "But I invited him simply to know what he really is up to." Elizabeth's eyebrows were raised as she said that matter-of-factly, and turned to finally face him. "He is not supposed to be here in London, that's why I've been trying to get rid of him." Klaus slightly raised his chin at her statement and narrowed his eyes at her. If she was trying to get rid of Damon, then why did she suddenly seem to seek for companionship yesterday, while they sat on that steel bench by the museum? He knew, just by that look in her eyes that seem to be rather disappointed of how things were between them. How complicated their relationship had become with all the games that had burnt them in the end. But then, by the glimmer in Elizabeth's eyes, he knew there was something else. And so, now he gave her a slow smile.

"Trying to get rid of him, is that it?" He then sputtered as he tried not to chuckle. He knew Elizabeth long enough to know what this really was about. There was just something so unbelievable about her statement of getting rid of Damon. He heard the news about her orders to stake Damon, but afterwards, she ordered yet again not to have him killed. What was that all about? Unless, she really did want to be found, but of course, she wouldn't simply give in all that easily. He knew because he'd do the same. It was one of their many games before. He was used to it. "And you seem to be a tad surprised when a little stake near the heart did not do enough for Damon – the persistent prick – to get the hint." He then let out a throaty chuckle, and she immediately, narrowed her eyes at him. Annoyance was in her eyes. "Oh come on, sweetheart, we both know that you love these games. It's what we always do, in case you hadn't remembered." Now she made a bitter smirk.

"How could I ever forget?" She then sputtered as she rolled her eyes and turned around to go to her bathroom. Klaus made a few steps as to followed her, but stopped put since he had no actual intentions of being within a close range to her, since she was, after all, getting ready. "But I do remember though, was that you were easy to give in." She said as she suddenly went back out, holding the dress that she was going to wear, which was still on a hanger. Then, she gave him a teasing smile as she gently threw the dress onto her bed. "You were easy to convince too." Klaus rolled his eyes as he made his way to the red velveteen chair and sat on it. His elbows rested on the armrest, and his fingers were knitted together as he glanced at her with much amusement.

"I wasn't all that easy to be convinced." He said in a condescending but teasing tone. "And you weren't too. So let's leave that to Rebekah, shall we?" Now, Elizabeth gave him a smile, and he smiled back. It was mean, he knew, since Rebekah was his sister, of course, but that was the thing, he and Elizabeth had a dark sense of humor.

"Well, I hope she's having fun in Prague, doing whatever whims she seems to please." She commented as she removed the hanger from the dress, and one of her maids came over to her aid. That was when she removed her robe, where she revealed she was wearing a nude negligee, and nude lace underwear. Her maid brought down the dress after she unzipped it, and Elizabeth stepped in as her maid brought the dress up for her to finally wear. Klaus arched his eyebrows at her statement.

"I'm certain she is." He replied. "So… I gather that you do not seem to be pleased that Damon's with that girl who seems to hate your guts, and that is why you're planning to get rid of him?" He then assumed, even though he already knew that this was yet another one of her games. She looked at herself in the mirror, wearing the black dress that had a heart shaped neckline, revealing just a tad bit of her cleavage. It had a mix of lace and chiffon, dropping gracefully straight to the floor and leaving a bit of train. Elizabeth's figure looked more slender, elongated, and elegant. She looked beautiful.

"Are you trying to say that I'm one of those jealous women?" She mocked as she straightened out the creases of her dress. She then looked at him, and he only gave a small smile as he arched his eyebrows in a teasing manner. "No, he's trying to get under my skin. Therefore, his games must end and I'll get the last laugh." With that, she finally turned to face him, and her dress fluttered behind her, following her every move. She smiled as she raised her hands. "How do I look?" She asked, as Klaus finally stood up and sighed as if exasperated.

"Exquisite." He remotely replied as he gave her a one over look, and then gave her a sarcastic smile. She rolled her eyes. "Now, shall we go?" She tried to give him a patient look, before she finally exhaled.

"Alright," She then made her way towards him as he offered his hand. He then smiled, just to torment her yet again.

"Isn't this amazing? The Originals are known to throw extravagant parties."

Elijah hovered when he overheard Camilla tell Damon as they entered the club, where the feast will occur tonight. There was a long table in the middle of the room, decorated with white peonies as centerpieces, candles, china and silverware. The velveteen chairs were in cream, and the lights were warm and somewhat dim, but the candles that were settled on the sides illuminated the room, as some Christmas lights were also hung on the white organza cloths that were on the ceiling. An orchestra played sweet tunes on stage, and everything had an imprint of approval from Elizabeth, so it seems. Elijah had no problems with this whatsoever. Everything looked grand, elegant, and beautiful. "I'm glad that both of you could come." He greeted them with a pleasant smile. "Elizabeth would be thrilled." With that comment, he gave Damon a look, but he only smiled back, clearly unfazed. Camilla didn't seem to notice the look between them, though, as she made a smile and continued clutch on Damon's tuxedo-clad arm.

"Elijah, this is my date, Damon…" She then looked at him. Elijah slightly frowned. All this time, she didn't know his last name. But Damon did not make it uncomfortable for her, as he suddenly came into her rescue.

"Salvatore." He finished for her with a smile. Elijah maintained his. "It's nice to finally meet an Original." His eyebrows were arched and Elijah's smile turned into an amused one.

"The pleasure is all mine," He replied as he looked around for a bit. "Elizabeth will be down in a while. She loves to make a grand entrance." Camilla nodded as she smiled at Damon.

"Indeed, she does."

"Although," Elijah then chimed in as he looked at the both of them again. A small smile now crept on his lips as he raised a finger. And just in time, a waiter hovered with a tray full of champagne flutes. He got two for them and another for himself. "I would like to have this opportunity to apologize for Elizabeth's behavior. Our family is quite temperamental, at the same time, a little – as my brother would say – dodgy." He gave an amused smile as he held on the flute, and Damon now gave him a full smile. It oozed with sarcasm and mockery.

"Well, if this is a peace offering – as Elizabeth said – then I guess there's no need to hold grudges." Damon replied, and Elijah extended his flute towards them. If Damon could behave this way in front of Camilla, he actually wondered if the girl had any common sense whatsoever.

"Shall we toast to that then?" He asked as they both smiled and clank their glasses, then drank. Afterwards, Elijah saw Elizabeth enter with Klaus as her escort. She was wearing a long black dress that made her look slender and elegant. She captured everyone's eyes and made them admire her beauty regardless whether they actually liked her not. But before he could acknowledge them, he heard Camilla comment.

"I think it'll be interesting when the two of you finally meet." She said, and then she addressed Elijah with a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. It seems as if she couldn't wait to make Elizabeth jealous by taking Damon under her wing, which could really be the case. "Don't you agree?" He then looked back at her and continued to give a smile. If only she knew the truth behind Elizabeth and Damon, then she wouldn't think it was all that interesting at all. Let alone, an actual attempt to elicit jealousy from Elizabeth. Although, he did find it interesting, nonetheless. What more if Camilla found out?

"Yes, I do." He replied as he brought the flute back to his lips as he glanced at his cousin with his brother, making their way towards them as everyone's eyes were watched them. "And here she finally comes..." He then sipped as he gave Damon a secretive smirk, which he did not seem to notice, since they both turned to see Elizabeth and Klaus only a few yards away from their little group.

"I am glad that both of you could come," Elizabeth flashed her pearly white teeth in a charming smile. And it looked as though it really was genuine. Elijah was sure that it was, though. Her deep green eyes glistened with amusement. "I hope Elijah managed to entertain you..." She then addressed him with a knowing look, and so he smiled back.

"I was trying to make a conversation." Elijah said as a joke. Klaus gave him a light pat on his shoulder as he stood beside him when Elizabeth withdrew her arm from his.

"And apparently so, brother, you have succeeded." He said as he chuckled. It was clear how sarcastic he was, and Elijah managed to give him a good-natured eye roll. "Camilla, I have not seen you in such a long time." He then said as he now gave her a charming smile. "You look lovely, as always." Camilla made a graceful nod as she smiled.

"Thank you, Klaus" She replied and then she turned to Elizabeth. "And thank you for having us tonight. This is Damon Salvatore, my date." She immediately finished with an excited smile. Elijah watched them in utter amusement. Elizabeth's gaze, however, landed on Damon as she offered her hand.

"Damon Salvatore." She repeated, as if she was trying to taste his name and pretended she did not have any idea who he was. But with that smile, Elijah and Klaus knew how this was amusing her. "Do I sense an Italian root?" She then asked as Damon brusquely brushed his lips on her hand and immediately looked back up at her with a smirk.

"Yes." He said. "But I came from the States." Elizabeth slightly raised her chin as she withdrew her hand.

"How fascinating..." Klaus then chimed in with such fake enthusiasm. Elijah immediately gave him a light pat on his shoulder as to calm himself down. Klaus glanced at him but then he looked back at Damon. "My brother and I had stayed in a small town in West Virginia. And now we stay at New Orleans. So where did you happen to originally come from, mate?" Elizabeth then let out a throaty chuckle.

"Nik, would you let the lad breathe?" She then asked. "Stop raising these uninteresting questions. What I am interested about though, is whether you are enjoying your stay with Camilla? Since I assume that you just arrived here in London?" Damon continued to give a smile as Camilla was about to reply for him, but he then spoke.

"I am, actually." He replied. "She's helping me get around town. In fact, she was the first one that I met when I got here."

"How wonderful..." She then said, raising her eyebrows. "Then I hope that you accept this feast as a peace offering of such torment that I had put you through. It was a mistake on my part." She then gave Camilla a look. And Klaus gave Elijah a look that indicated as if Elizabeth was not pleased. And perhaps she was not entirely, but Elijah knew that she had something up in her sleeve to pull out – as she always did.

"We'll see." Damon now vaguely replied and gave her a hard gaze. She gazed back, unfazed, as Camilla finally felt the tension between them. And so, she cleared her throat and gently pulled on Damon's arm as a warning to control himself.

"It's time, Elizabeth." Elijah then chimed in, so that they could all finally start the gathering. Elizabeth smiled at him.

"We shall start then." She told them as Klaus offered his arm and gave her a soft smile. She clutched on his arm as she smiled back and gave a nod. Without another look back, they both proceeded to the head of the table, where she will be seated. Elijah turned to Camilla and Damon.

"Shall we then?" He gestured for them to take their places as he waited for them to proceed before he did to his, which was beside Elizabeth, on her left. When she finally stood there, the orchestra stopped playing, and she smiled at all of them.

"My friends," She began. "Please take your seats as the feast shall finally commence!" She then gestured for all of them to seat as Arthur, her butler, drew back her chair, and then she sat. They all did the same afterwards as Elijah felt that this would definitely be an interesting night.

The so-called feast went really well. Damon did not exactly expect that the Originals could hold a peaceful gathering with blood overflowing that was constantly served on gold rimmed champagne flutes. But it was, and it was a bit surprising to see Elizabeth's men happy and satiated, not to mention, drunk as if they've achieved nirvana. Isaac, too, seemed a bit less tense even if he had an agreement with Camille to keep Damon safe from Elizabeth, and that was regardless if he didn't really like Damon at all. Although, he did know about Isaac and Elizabeth's conversation earlier this morning, since he read Isaac's mind. Clearly, Elizabeth was very upset that she even gave her right hand man a very cold shoulder – which was definitely one of her trademark treatments. But what could Damon say, exactly? He had to cut red-eyes to tick her off. And she knew that, so maybe that was the other reason why she was so upset. Damon couldn't help but smirk at that, though. He was in the game, more into it than he ever had before.

And so, after the "feast," he managed to get away from Camille's grasp and told her that he'll catch up with her later. At first, she was a bit hesitant, but she didn't really want to seem overbearing – as Damon read from her mind, – so she allowed him to. He really didn't really like her all that much actually, so when she was finally gone, he couldn't help but feel relieved. Besides, he knew that Camille wanted to show him off to Elizabeth, as if he was anything but an eye candy, in which case, Damon couldn't help but find that amusing. He was sure that Elizabeth knew about that, and he's also sure that she couldn't help but mock her either. There was something really dull about Camille other than her long blonde hair. She was also very narcissistic (but what vampire wasn't, other than his brother, Stefan?), and shallow. She was only interested in him just to make everyone jealous, when really, nobody damned cared. But, Damon was only interested in her – sort of – to get to Elizabeth. So it's kind of a win-win situation.

Now, Damon went back to the club, which was now empty, and with his vampire speed, he got to the second floor where he saw Elizabeth once stood. There was a small hall just behind her usual place and Damon proceeded to it since he saw a door, which probably led to the house where she lived. Why would she suddenly disappear to this hall anyway? When Damon read Elijah's mind, he managed to see images of where he stayed at. On those images, he managed to see Klaus and Elizabeth talking in a living room that definitely looked like her house. He also saw in his memories when he and Klaus arrived from New Orleans. So maybe this was it.

He opened the door and closed it behind him. There, he was in a long hall with warm lights, and rows of windows that were covered with red silk curtains. The walls were cream white, and at the end of the hall was another door. With his vampire speed, he now stood at the door, opened it, and went inside, looking around to see if there were any vampires lurking around. When the coast was clear, he closed the door, which he realized was a huge painting of a woman from the Renaissance he did not even recognized. He had to admit, it was a clever way to hide a secret passage. But then, when he turned around, he finally saw where he was, in another room which was a library. Shelves of books were on the walls, covering a burgundy wall paper with gold baroque designs. There were mahogany chair and tables with red velveteen cushions, and a fire place in the middle of the right wall. It was dimly lit, and Damon saw two doors, one at the opposite of the fireplace, and second, at the opposite of where he stood. He decided that the place to go out of this room was the door to the right, because clearly, the fire place must always be at the center of attention when a guest entered a room. And so, with his vampire speed again, he was at that door, opened it, and closed it behind him. He then was at another hall, but this time, he was by the staircase, revealing a huge chandelier by the foyer. With that, he heard footsteps. But he knew it wasn't Elizabeth because it was heavy. It was probably Elijah, Klaus, Isaac or some other guy. And when Damon read its mind, he immediately knew who it was.

Isaac.

With a secretive smirk, he hid behind a corner, and heard him coming his way. Damon clutched onto the stake he had been keeping stashed away in his breast pocket and waited for the right moment. His target was finally there, and his plans were going well. So when Isaac finally managed to pass by, Damon went behind him, wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and drove the stake deeply at his neck, by his collarbone. Then, he snapped his neck like a twig. When Isaac dropped to the floor with a thud, he tried to hear if anyone was around who might've heard him. But no one did. The house was quiet...

Too quiet.

Still, Damon turned Isaac around, grabbed him by his white button-down shirt's collar, and crouched to carry him by his shoulder. Now all he had to do was figure out where the master's bedroom was. He looked around for a while and sniffed because maybe he could catch her scent. But there was only one familiar scent that Damon smelled, and it was on Isaac. Immediately, he knew that Isaac just came from Elizabeth's room, so he turned around and headed to the direction where Isaac came from. There was a small hall again, and at the end, there were two cream French doors. Damon could smell her. He could feel her presence, and he felt more determined than ever. When he was near, Damon let Isaac's body slide down in front of him, grabbed his neck, and threw his body through the doors. Immediately, the doors burst open, and Isaac's bloody unconscious body landed on the carpeted floor with a loud thud. Damon stepped in with his nose scrounged, ready to see her. But there was nobody in the room. And yet, he could still feel her presence. Maybe Elizabeth wasn't here, but if so, why did Isaac come from her room? He stepped further in, looking around.

Until he felt something again.

Something move.

Or maybe someone…