I forgot to do this the first chapter;

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The Breakdown

An hour or so later, Brendon – I found was the hybrid who was with Klaus when we first met – came and brought me to Klaus. I was only sitting and learning with another hybrid about more of the abilities of hybrids - I called them that since they were different for each supernatural - so I decided I wasn't busy. Plus, I wanted to stay on Klaus's good side, so I followed Brendon.

When I walked down the hall a ways, I walked into the room that he stopped at, and I saw Klaus standing at a window, hands clasped behind his back. The sunlight poured in through the glass, making the room much brighter. After a few more minutes of just standing there, I decided to say hello. "Hi."

He then turned around, cocking his head to the side. The next thing I knew, he flashed across the room until he was inches from me. I sucked in a breath, his blue eyes capturing my hazel. "Since you are sired to me, you will do what I say, but unless I give you a direct order, you won't. So, you will not leave this house without my permission, and you will not kill another hybrid. If you do either, I will kill your father. And then you."

Almost immediately, my thoughts had changed. I will not leave and I will not kill a hybrid, I thought, and then I nodded.

That night, I turned for the first time since becoming a hybrid. I had started crying because I had found my father, who had also been turned into a hybrid, and because Klaus was an ass. But when I had started crying, I told myself to stop, and changing into a wolf was the only way for me to do that.

Turning made me stronger. If I could go through all of that pain, I could certainly face anything else, though my father didn't think so. He said I didn't need to turn to learn to control my emotions.

As I was thinking, my new vampire hearing picked up a set of footsteps coming down the hall towards the room I was sitting in. Otherwise, the house seemed empty. I stood up quickly, grabbing a piece of a broken table to cover my naked body. After turning, I came back to a destroyed room; the table had been broken, the bookshelf had been tipped over, the books sprawled across the room, and other objects were broken as well.

When the door was pushed open, I found myself staring at the rug underneath my feet. It was Brendon, the only hybrid who was particularly kind. Actually, he didn't say or do much, but that was what made him nice. When he looked at me, I glanced up shyly. His eyes widened, but then he looked away from me, confused and embarrassed.

"Hi," I said, the awkward moment stretching on. Neither of us were looking at each other anymore. I could tell he figured out what happened in here, so all I asked was, "Can you, um, find me some clothes, or something?"

Brendon nodded and turned around, but he didn't move at first. He stood in the doorway. "I-" he started, but then just shook his head and went through the doorway.

I looked around the room real quick, then spotted three quarters of a blanket, due to the reason that I had ripped it as a wolf, and then I wrapped it around my body like a towel, so I could disregard the piece of the table. I had just put the table piece on the floor when I noticed that someone else was in the room with me.

I gasped when I saw him. I didn't recognize him, which had made me gasp. He was looking at me with his head cocked to the side – I had been getting that a lot lately – and confusion, or what I thought was confusion, I couldn't really tell, shaped his features. He hadn't even looked around the room yet.

"I-I," I didn't know what to say, that's what. I had never felt so self conscious in my life. After all, I was only wrapped in a makeshift towel. He was gorgeous, although he was much older than me. He was the average height for a man, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He had angular features, and high cheekbones. I don't think I had ever met someone, and the first thing I thought of was how attractive they were.

"Here." He had taken off his suit jacket, and was handing it to me. "I think you'll need it more than I." Now, he was wearing just a white dress shirt, with the top button undone, and some of his chest was exposed. I caught myself before I thought about what he looked like shirtless.

I took one hand off of the blanket, which I was clutching to my chest, just in case it somehow ended up on the floor again, then reached out to grab the jacket. I hadn't realized how close he was until I took the jacket. Then I pulled it on, looking at the ground embarrassed. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." He started rolling up his sleeves, starting with his right arm.

That was when I noticed his accent, and I felt my stomach flip. "Are you-" I paused, buttoning up the buttons on his jacket. "Are you Klaus's brother?"

He started working on his left sleeve. He didn't answer until both of his forearms were exposed, the sleeves folded up neatly right below his elbow. He met my hazel eyes. "Yes. I am Elijah."

Elijah, Klaus's older brother. The most reasonable, loyal, and honorable of the Originals. The one who kept his word. The one had fallen in love with both of the Petrova doppelgängers, who would probably fall in love with the newest Petrova doppelgänger.

I found myself disappointed, but shook my head to clear the thought from my mind. I should not be thinking about this, especially with a guy I just met, and an Original at that.

"Umm," I crossed my arms over my chest, looking down at my bare feet. "I'm sorry."

"There's no need." He looked around the room for a moment, taking all the damage in with a new eye. "I'm sure my brother won't mind. And if he does," he looked back at me then. "I'll make sure he doesn't."

Elijah and I walked down the hall, side by side, and neither of us said a word. It was when we entered the living room that I found the reason why he asked if we could go there. There were three hybrids, including Brendon with clothes in his fists, Klaus, and two people that weren't hybrids.

One was a guy, who looked around twenty or so. He had light brown or dark blonde hair, styled up in the front, and greenish eyes. His dark eyebrows were low over his eyes, making him look angry, and like he had other things he had to do. The other newcomer was a female. She had chocolate skin, and shoulder length black hair. She also looked like she could be somewhere else. They were both looking at Klaus, so I assumed that he was the reason they had those expressions on their faces. Who didn't when it came to Klaus?

"Why did you ask me to come here, knowing that I wasn't going to help you?" The girl was asking. "I have no reason to."

"Well," Klaus gestured with his hand. "Being as you are the only Bennett witch in Mystic Falls, you are the only one who can do this spell. Instead of me having to look all across the country, I thought of you."

"If you keep hurting Elena," the boy stepped in then, "That is just going to give us another reason to not help you."

Klaus turned to pour himself another glass of whatever alcohol he was drinking, when he finally glanced up and saw us. Elijah and I stood at the edge of the living room, and I saw him take a step forward out of the corner of my eye. "Hello brother."


I just wanted to thank tvdspnislife for the reviews! It was like you read my mind or something. Thanks for thinking that my story is good, and sorry it took me a few days for this chapter; writers block stinks

:) -OnyxRing