Elena picked up the pace. Focused and determined as she tried to dodge the loose rocks in the underground tunnels. Alaric trailed behind; far behind.

"Elena" Alaric called out to her, but Elena ignored him. Elena didn't intend it to be out of malice, more because she wanted to get away; she needed to get away.

After the meeting, Elena felt overwhelmed by the mounds of information Bonnie told her. A thousand year old witch/vampire sought revenge and wanted to kill her. Also, the witch/vampire was related to her. Finally, the love Stephen felt may not be real and only the result of a spell. The thoughts weighted heavy on Elena's mind.

"Elena," Alaric called again, "Stop!"

Elena heard the plea in his tone and halted her pace.

Alaric, finally, caught up to her. He sensed something amiss. "Elena," he used his best comfort tone.

"Everything is fine, Rick," Elena said.

"Elena, that's not true," Alaric said.

Elena snuffed at Alaric. "I have to be strong," she told herself, "for Jeremy and for me."

"Elena you don't have to hold it all in," Alaric, "You don't have to…"

"It's not fair," Elena blurted out, "Nothing about life is fair."

Alaric stayed quiet and as Elena continued her rant.

"My parents, my friends, Jeremy, they are all wrapped up in this because of me. I don't want his anymore. I don't want to lose anyone else. " Elena felt hot tears run down her cheek. "Why? I did nothing to her. Is it even real?"

"That I don't know," Alaric confessed. Alaric knew over a thousand words, and could combine them in infinite sentences, but none of them would help Elena. Alaric brought Elena in close, and hugged her. "Just let everything out."

Alaric heard Elena's frustration and sorrow through her cries. He wished he had a solution, anything to ease the pain Elena felt. Part of him knew that nothing he said or do can help. He didn't have the answers.

"How sweet," a sinister voice echoed through the tunnels.

Alaric and Elena, both, recognized that voice; Rebekah. Elena pulled away from Alaric. She quickly wiped the tears and tried to compose herself. Alaric, on the other hand, reached into his backpack for his crossbow, and tossed Elena a wooden steak.

"Don't stop on my account," Rebekah taunted, "This father daughter relationship is sweet." Alaric noticed the voice came from a different direction.

"What do you want," Elena shouted.

"A pony," Rebekah shot back. Again, her voice changed from the previous direction.

Alaric closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on Rebekah's voice. The tunnels, below the Lockwood property, made it next to impossible to navigate, and impossible to find the enemy's location. Alaric opened his eyes, "We should move." Elena nodded in agreement.

Alaric took the lead and guided them to the cave drawings.

"You can't run away," Rebekah taunted, "I'll find you."

Alaric ignored Rebekah's taunts. "A little further," Alaric whispered.

They ran further into the tunnels. Alaric made sure Rebekah didn't lurk behind the next corner. "Almost there," Alaric yelled to Elena.

Alaric saw the entrance to the cave paintings, and sprinted towards them. Elena, barley kept up, but they both made it safely inside.

"We lost her," Elena took deep breaths to ease her heart.

"Not quite," Rebekah appeared at the entrance.

"She can't get in," Elena noted. Alaric stood proud and aimed a crossbow at Rebekah.

"Leave," he threatened.

"I will," Rebekah grinned, "As soon as I finish what I came here for."

"Which is?"

"None of your business, Rebekah plainly teased. She then took out her phone and snapped a picture. "There all done."

"Wait," Elena called Rebekah. Alaric gave Elena a cautious look.

"What?" Rebekah said fiercely.

"What do you know about Alice," Elena asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Was she always like this? Why is she after me? Does the spell really…" Elena couldn't bring herself to finish.

"I don't really have time for story time," Rebekah started to turn away, but took a moment and glanced at Elena's face. Rebekah saw pity, desperation, and sorrow. Rebekah began to feel sorry for her; although, she despised Elena, she still had a sense of humanity. "Arianna, she was kind as human. Always put her family first. Never complained about the way she her mother and sister treated her; obeyed her mother's every command. I know that's not what you wanted to hear, but when she was human, she was kind." Elena wanted Rebekah to elaborate, but Rebekah quickly sped off ; exited the underground caves.

"Kind," Elena softly said. For an unknown reason, the word gave her comfort. It was if that one word explained everything and answered all of Elena's questions. "What she was human, she was kind," Elena repeated softly.

"What was she looking at?" Alaric looked in the same direction as the camera. Alaric's words distracted Elena and she turned around to find out what Alaric's focused his attention on.

Alaric's hands traced the walls of the cave paintings. "She directed her phone at the picture of the white oak, the only instrument that could kill an original, but why?"

"Maybe she doesn't know?" Elena found the suggestion stupid, but knew that it helped the thought process.

"No, look at the names of the original family. Now look at these other drawings. They are similar, but different."

"Different how?"

"Well for one, the strokes are different. See the names only flow top to bottom with jagged edges, probably with a stone knife or a similar blade. The other drawings carry more shape, definition, and angles. I suspect with a more advance tool. It's like they are done by different people," Alaric elaborated.

"We already knew that. Rebekah and her siblings carved their name here. The story about them is done by a different person."

"Perhaps," Alaric paused and pondered his thought further. Elena saw Alaric's brow furrow a little, which made her giggle. Alaric gave Elena a quick smirk and then focused, again, on his thought. "I think these drawings are from a different time period than these." Alaric pointed first to the story then to the names. "In other words, the story was illustrated after the originals left this land."

"No, Rebekah told me that they burned down the white oak tree when they left. Are you saying that the white oak tree grew back?" Elena stared at Alaric in disbelief.

"That's exactly what I am saying. It makes perfect sense. Damon and the rest of the town has the plant that grew at the base of the white oak tree, Vervain. If Rebekah and her family truly burned down the tree then the plant would have died with it, yet it's still alive today in our time."

Elena started to piece together the pieces. "How will we find it? The forest is X amount of miles, and a lot of the landscape changed over the years."

"The Salvator's should have a record of the lumber," Alaric exclaimed. He quickly pulled out his cell phone, but before he dialed the phone rang. "Damon? Listen I have good news. Wait what?"

Elena noticed the change in tone in Alaric's voice. His tone indicated a more frantic situation.

"We have options Damon, just hear me out," Alaric argued, but suddenly the call disconnected. Alaric slammed the phone shut, and shouted a malice word.

"We need to get to those records," Alaric picked up his bag and started to walk out of the cave.

"Alaric, what's going on," Elena asked as she followed Alaric out.

"Damon made a deal with Klaus to eliminate Alice. I suspect that someone was listening to our conversation or Damon clearly lost his mind. Either way, we have our own plan."

Elena and Alaric reached the opening of the caves and packed themselves into the car. Soon after, they drove, with great speed, back to the Salvator's place.

"Do you think the stake will work on Alice too?" Elena asked as she climbed out of Alaric's car.

"I assume so. She was created by the same spell."

"Then maybe we can get rid of all of them; all of the originals," Elena's face lit up when she said that.

"We can hope," Alaric opened the front door of the Salvator's place. "Damon," he called out.

"Damon is out," Stephen stepped into the hallway. Elena shied away from his gaze. She didn't want to talk to him about anything; not yet anyway. Stephen noticed her hesitation and focused his attention on Alaric.

"Your family," Alaric started, "Was responsible for the lumber in Mystic Falls, right?" Stephen nodded yes. "Where are your record books?"

"They are in the library," Stephen pointed the way. Alaric jogged pass him as Stephen and Elena followed.

Once inside the library, Alaric, quickly, went through the books, and after a few minutes pulled one out. "Here the most recent record of the lumber."

"What are we looking for?" Stephen asked.

Alaric flipped through pages, and suddenly stopped on one. "This," Alaric turned the book so it faced Stephen and Elena. Both of them looked at the book and Alaric confused.

"It's a record of where the lumber went, and how much it was sold for," Stephen plainly said.

"Yes, but not just any lumber. The wood from the white oak tree," Alaric concluded.

"That means," Stephen said.

"Yes, we have a weapon to kill the originals; all the originals" Elena said.