Author's Note: So I have a new obsession called Foamy the Squirrel. According to my husband and friend I have his personality. I am a neurotic squirrel apparently! Oh and Joseph Morgan is in a movie called Open Grave. I drooled seeing the trailer because damn he is fine. Anyways do not expect a new story until January so read slow! XOXO - Brianna

Elizabeth pulled up to the Originals Mansion and sat in her car wondering if she should get out and hand her keys to the valet. The Mansion was gorgeous, nothing like her small apartment. They must have invested in Apple before it went huge. Lights clung to the topiary on the front lawn. The driveway was big enough to have multiple cars on it. The mansion was two stories tall with a balcony in the middle.

Her heart started to pound loudly as the valet walked to her car. The thoughts of the Mikaelsons wealth must have distracted her. No way could she possibly escape now with all the cars behind her. She took a deep breath and slipped out of her car. Her car was definitely not as nice as the others. The valet grabbed the keys from her hand and looked at the car with a chuckle. The man shrugged at her and reached in his pocket.

"Mr. Mikaelson told me to give you this," he spoke and handed her a piece of paper. She grabbed the paper from him. The man smiled at her and bowed.

"Have a good night, miss, you look wonderful," he complimented watching her step away from him and towards the entrance. A green dress with small studded diamonds and no shoulder straps made her green eyes shine. Elizabeth smiled warmly at his words. She stopped a couple of feet later and unfolded the paper.

I would love for you to be my date if you will have me;
Meet me at the bottom of the stairs after my welcoming if you accept.
-Elijah

Her heart pounded as she re-read the letter making sure this wasn't a joke. A small piece of her saddened from Niklaus not wanting her. Elijah wanted to be her date. The thought of accompanying the straight headed vampire enlightened her. She would have a date to this ball after all. A new found courage started to dwell within her and she held her head up high. The guests were already starting to gather around the stairs that held the Originals. Elizabeth slipped through the crowd of people and towards the bottom of the stairs. Pair of eyes was watching her closely, but she chose to ignore them.

Elijah made his speech and walked downstairs after the announcement of a dance. He walked downstairs and bowed low in front of her. He stretched out his hand and she accepted his hand. He wrapped her arm between his torso and arm. They walked to another room adorned with chandeliers. She couldn't believe the beauty of the place. They set up for the dance and followed their partners' one step at a time.

Klaus was dancing with a blonde woman. She seemed to want to be anywhere else but there. Elizabeth would have died just to be in his arms for five minutes. What was so good about her? She was some blonde high school brat. Elizabeth was the one that risked her life to bring down Alexander. Klaus seemed absolutely smitten with her. The only woman that could lighten up his cruel, dark world.

"You look beautiful, Elizabeth, I am glad that you decided to accompany me tonight," he whispered and looked in her eyes. A smile appeared on her red lips. He twirled her around and grabbed her hand once more. His arm wrapped around her waist protectively.

"You don't look too bad yourself," she spoke freely now that they were closer together. A smile appeared on his handsome face causing her to catch her breath. She had never seen him like this before. Seven hundred years ago he was an older brother of sorts. They would play games and talk about the future as if they had a clue. They dreamed of a world were vampires would rule. She looked at Elijah once more.

"I have something to confess to you. I don't trust my mother," he whispered closely to her ear. Elizabeth nodded in understanding. His hold on her tensed as his thoughts raced through his mind. The moral Elijah was dumbfounded at the evil that might be falling on them through his own mother. He relaxed once he noticed the pained expression on her face.

"She wants an audience with the Gilbert girl. I think she has other intentions," he whispered and looked at her seriously. Her heart started to pound in her chest. She wasn't the only one that didn't trust the witch. A quick nod made him smile and kissed her cheek softly. He excused himself from the dance. Elizabeth sighed and walked out of the room. Guests were laughing and talking about the new truce between the vampires and locals.

Esther started to make her way down the stairs looking as regal as ever. She talked about her family being together once more. The vampire tried to remember if Niklaus, Elijah, or Kol ever talked about their mother. No talk of her ever happened before tonight. She figured that she died before ever meeting the Mikaelsons. She held the champagne close to her lips.

Something isn't right here . . .

She scanned the room and noticed Elijah standing with the "Gilbert girl". He wasn't drinking from the cup like his brothers and sister. He was looking at the tan woman by him and finally drank. She figured the champagne was clean and drank the drink quickly. A couple of seconds later and nothing was wrong with her. Vervain would have burned her throat by now. A quick sigh of relief made her start to act normal once more.

The music started to fill the house once more. Rebekah made her way towards Elizabeth with a serious look on her face.

"I am glad that you came tonight. Elijah has been talking about you these last few centuries. He doesn't dare talk about you in front of Klaus though," the blonde vampire spoke looking at Elijah and Klaus. Klaus was busy with the blonde woman while Elijah was looking for someone in the room, probably herself.

"Thank you, Rebekah, have a good evening with your man," she noticed the blonde man waiting for her to get back to him. Rebekah blushed and turned around to be with her date.

"Just don't hurt him," her voice rang through her ears causing her to recollect her thoughts. She needed to go outside for some fresh air. She figured Elijah had some feelings for her, but not to talk about her for all those years. He knew of her soft spot for Klaus, maybe his pity was causing him to have feelings for her. She walked up the steps and found double doors that led outside. An all to familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.

"I see you are with my brother now. I always had a thing for redheads. When is it my turn?" a voice behind her spoke. She turned around to see Kol standing with a coy smile on his face. A look of anger and resentment passed through her face. The brunette male walked around her before pausing in front of her.

"Absolutely ravishing," he looked her up and down shamelessly. His eyes popped up with his famous smirk. He grabbed her arm roughly and smiled. She tried to remove her limb from his grasp. He held on tighter to her.

"If you don't let me go I will scream," she threatened and he shrugged it off. The guests downstairs chatting loudly enough to drown out any screams. A person suddenly appeared behind Kol and broke his neck. Kol's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he crashed on the floor by her feet. She looked up to see Elijah standing above his brother. Elijah grabbed her hand and led her away from his brother.

The cool night air caused her to relax from the night. So many emotions were swirling in her mind. Niklaus managing to not even speak or look at her tonight was on the top. How could he be so cold? Apparently their affair a few centuries ago meant nothing to him.

"Elena Gilbert told me my mother has pure intentions," he spoke softly and removed his tuxedo coat. He wrapped it around her slender body and smiled. The actions were nice even if she didn't feel cold.

"I am sorry about my brother. I will be sure to talk to him tonight," he spoke with a look of detest on his face. She smiled and walked around the small balcony. Elijah walked towards her and wrapped an arm around her.

"I am sorry for all the pain my brothers have put you through, what I have put you through," he whispered in her ear. His hand rubbing her back affectionately. The full moon shining brightly on them was showing the happenings outside clearly. She turned around and stared in his brown eyes.

"This is not your fault. I am glad that you are here. You were the perfect date," she complimented. He smiled at her while a familiar song started to play through the house.

"I compelled the band to play this song to cap off the evening. May you honor me with this last dance?" he bowed and stuck out his right hand. She smiled and accepted his hand for one last dance. The soft sounds coming from the instruments were alluring to her. He spun her around and held her close to him. The song was slowly coming to an end. She started to lean in closer to him. Their eyes were closed, his lips brushing over hers. A commotion suddenly causing them to separate from each other. The sudden loss of his body pressed against hers made her feel a sense of loss.

They rushed downstairs to see a man by the name of Damon hovering over Kol. She didn't mind too much about Kol's current predicament. Jackass deserved a dagger to his heart and in a really small coffin. Damon turned on his heel and walked off after speaking to the Gilbert girl. He spoke about not wanting to be a problem. The opposite was attacking the resident douche bag and breaking his neck. Klaus and Elijah dragged their brother back inside to his bedroom.

The valet pulled up with her car and tipped him for the service. She needed to be alone for a while to sort out her many thoughts. By the time she made it home, she was more confused than ever. Klaus wanted nothing to do with her and left her buried for centuries. Elijah suddenly wanted to be more than just friends with her. Esther had pure intentions to make the family whole once more.

She pulled up to her apartment complex and walked to her apartment. The feeling like someone had been in here causing the hairs on her neck to stand up. She looked around her house to make sure no one was lingering around her house. The party left her worn out and thirsty. She walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a water bottle from inside. She took a huge gulp of water and dropped her water bottle.

"Ah!" she screamed in pain and clutched her throat. She started to cough and keeled over in pain. Elizabeth continued to cough as she fell to her kitchen floor. She slammed her hand to the floor trying to regain composure. She gasped for deep breaths of air and shoved the water bottle away from her. She tried to stand up to get to her bed. The burning feeling inside her throat and chest were starting to go away.

"Vervain, someone put vervain in this water," she tried to wrap her head around the idea of someone trying to poison her. They didn't put enough vervain in the water to kill her. The act was a clear message that someone was out there to hurt her.