I sat in the lounge early morning, waiting for Damon to come downstairs so we could potentially kill Elijah with his nifty little dagger.

I watched as dust particles floated around in the beams of sunlight, dancing away, carefree like I used to be. And then they jolted, spinning in a ruckus of complicated steps. I glanced over my shoulder to some woman walking down the stairs, a pretty cashmere scarf wrapped around her neck... Damon. It really explains itself, he now can manipulate and get information out of her. He really is a smart little boy sometimes.

I rolled my eyes, got up and walked from the house, he can discuss with me when he isn't too busy screwing every girl with a lack of vervain and no lack of scarves.

I walked into the forest and down to the tomb, opening it up and walking in, just sitting there while my desiccated sister gazed back at me with empty eyes.

"It would have been so much easier in 1864 if you had just kept to one brother, my life would be simple, Damon wouldn't be a prick and you wouldn't be locked up in a tomb. But no, you had to have both once again."

"J... Jealous?" He broken voice asked.

"No, I just can't be asked cleaning up all of your messes."

"Huh, open, that's funny. Jordyn, you there?" I looked to my left at Damon.

"Evidently."

He waltzed in with a bag and a bottle of blood, chucking the bottle to me I unscrewed the cap quickly and held it up to Katherine's mouth until she got enough strength to starts drinking, grab it and guzzle it all in. In the time she did that he skin started replenishing itself, filling out and becoming nourished once again, from gray to olive.

"Drink up, good girl. I come bearing gifts," Damon said as he pulled some clothes from the bag, "I didn't have time t properly shop, but I did get a couple of things."

"Damon once again finds kindness in his deep black dead heart."

He rolled his eyes at me and looked at Katherine, "Wow, that blood did the trick. You're almost pretty again, of course, Jordyn beets you all of the time in that department."

"What is it you want Damon?"

"Guess who's back in town."

I stood up and sat on a boulder, Damon placed himself close to me.

I watched as Katherine lifted her head up in curiosity.

"Your old friend John Gilbert," I looked up at Damon who just looked at me with a 'I'll tell you later' glance before turning his attention back to Katherine for her reaction.

"Really? Why?"

"He said he loves his daughter, wants to protect her from Elijah and the big bag Klaus."

"So the usual crap?"

"Yes."

"Touching," I looked at Katherine as we spoke at the same time and smiled slightly.

I stood up and walked over, helping her get up as she struggled.

"Yeah right, tell me there's a little old wives tale about how to kill an original."

I looked up at him, trying to gauge his game plan from his mid, but I got it, none of his cards are on the table, but I can read it in his eyes.

"You wanna know if it's true, well if it was, I wouldn't tell you."

I dropped my arms from Katherine as she could stand on her own and placed myself in between the two, knowing full well they both noticed it.

"Now why not," I watched as Katherine grabbed the clothes and scrutinized them, "I mean, you want Elijah and Klaus dead as much as I, and Jordyn do."

"I do want them dead Katerina."

"Klaus, yes, Elijah, no."

And I caught onto her plan, Jesus, these two are bad for each other.

"Damon, Katerina in right, if Elijah dies, she's stuck in here, she's been compelled to stay in here, if he dies, she's stuck forever, I don't want that and neither does she."

"Sucks for Katherine."

"Forget it Damon, killing Elijah would be a suicide mission. You can't do it."

"Can so."

"Can't."

"Even with a dagger and a little white oak ash."

And here come the acting skills that Katherine has perfect after all these years; "no, Damon don't, if you kill Elijah then I'm stuck in here forever."

"Really scared."

"J..j...just get me out of h...here first, and then I'll help you, I'll help you kill Elijah or, or, or protect Elena, whatever you want," and her voice goes into hysteria.

"If I get you outta here then your ass is sipping Klaus free margarita's on some unknown island somewhere. No way."

"That's not true," she shook her head, "I'll stay," she nodded her head, "please just don't do it."

"Thank you, you've told me all I need to know."

"I've told you nothing."

"Your reaction has, goodbye."

"Damon."

"Because you have indeed confirmed that it is possible to kill an original, and I will do it, tonight." He grabbed my arm and started pulling me from the tomb before turning back and smirking, "guess who's coming to dinner." And then he completely tugged me from the tomb, ignoring all of her pleads, he literally pulled me onto his back and ran back to the Boarding House, gripping my arms so I couldn't run off. Not like I would have, Katherine's plan is in full swing, I just need to play my part.

Once we were in the Boarding House I ripped my arms from his grip, "Don't you dare do it!"

"And what will you do about it?"

"I swear I will kill you if you hurt my sister."

"I'm not hurting her, just starving and locking her up in a tomb for eternity."

"If you continue with this little rendezvous plan of yours, I will have to stop you."

"I'd like to see you try."

"Ugh, men."

"Go moan somewhere else, I have a dinner party to plan."

I smacked him around the head and stabbed him with a knife for good effect, which was also extremely fun, but I won't tell him that, and stomped up to my room, sitting there and waiting for the plan to unfold.

The Dinner Party happened.

Alaric stabbed Elijah.

Of course Elijah got back up and ran from the house, me following behind him.

Through the blackness of the night, slowly until we came across the hut house, Damon already there, I saw him though the window and alerted him to Elijah's presence, he quickly grabbed my arm and tugged me into the hut, Elena looked at me along with Damon, both raising brows and sharing a look when he basically pinned me to the wall with his body, hiding me from complete view.

I saw Elena slip a knife up her sleeve and guessed as to what was about to go down.

I listened as Elijah walked up the path and grabbed some stones, "He's here."

Damon tensed and braced himself against me as the stones were thrown, and smashed against the door, smashing it and forcing it inwards towards us. Stefan pulled Elena out of the way and Damon and I were missed by any wood, though I did have to quietly pick some splinters from his hair while watching the show unfold.

Elena tried to remake the deal and when he refused she stabbed herself, Stefan and I cringed. And then of course, Elijah agreed, she stumbled in pain from the hut and stabbed him and then Stefan healed her, while Damon and I grabbed the corpse, "keep the knife intact" and carried it back to the Boarding house and into the cellar.

Then I stomped from the cellar and upstairs, him following, "I had to do it, Katherine deserves what she got," I smirked then and walked into his room, him following behind confused.

"Yes, yes she did."

In the shower, there she was, she turned and faced us, "I need a robe, Damon."

"How did you get out?"

"I knew that if I begged you not to kill Elijah, that's exactly what you'd do..."

"... a little known fact, originals can compel vampires, but as soon as they die, the compulsion wears off."

Damon raised a brow at me, I just shrugged, "so you stabbed me for n particular reason?"

"It was fun..."

He pursed his lips and glared.

"And I'm still here, I didn't lie, I meant what I said Damon, I'm going to help you," Damon nodded, "so, how about that robe?"

I tossed a robe at her, stood and led her from the room, Damon quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me back in, Katherine just smirked and walked on.

"You knew and you didn't tell me?"

"I protect my own first, I made that clear from the start Damon."

"Fine, goodnight Jordyn," he kissed my forehead gently and dropped his hand from my arm, I walked out, into my room where Katherine was drinking a blood bag.

"Having fun with Damon?"

"Shut up."

I got changed into some pyjama's and tossed a pair at her, she got changed, bow dried her hair and got into my bed, I got in next to her.

"You're going to stay this time?"

"You, my little sister, are here, of course, I knew you would stay, and I can't leave you, you're the only family I have left."

"Plus Isobel and Elena."

"Close family."

"You know, after I was changed, I watched over your baby while you were off by yourself, I watched her grow up, she looked like you, she was protected and safe, had a family, two very beautiful daughters and a very playful son, her son found me once in the woods...

I sat there, on a tree stump, watching the children play, Katerina was somewhere North. I watched as strands of my hair twisted in the winds when a presence became known behind me.

A little boy, about six or seven was staring at me, he stepped forwards and held out a grubby hand, "Hello ma'am, I'm Jasper," I smiled and so did he, cute dimples on his cheeks as his brown eyes shone.

"Well Jasper, I am Yordana, it's a pleasure to meet you," I took his hand and shook it lightly, "I see you like to wander in the woods."

"My sisters are upset, their doll was hid here somewhere, I have to find it."

"Well, I shall help you, isn't that it?" I asked, pointing to a rag doll up in a tree, his face looked crest fallen, no way could he get up there, but I could, "I'll get it." I leapt up, grabbed the doll and landed in front of him, he looked amazed as I handed him the doll, "there you go, your mother is calling, you best be off."

"Bye Yordana, thank you and see you soon."

"And he ran off, back to your daughter, that was the first time I met him, the second time he was thirteen, he recognised me, but he wasn't scared...

"Yordana?"

I turned to a boy, tussled brown her and brown eyes that shone with mischief, "y God, you haven't aged a day, how?"

"Jasper, there are many secrets in this world that you will never know, I am one of them."

"Well it is a pleasure to see you again."

"No, the pleasure is all mine. What are you doing here Jasper?"

"Hiding, my sisters, they are upset, I left a bucket on top of their door for safe keeping, it was filled with water and of course, Arribella opened the door and it all went bad from there on."

I laughed, shook my head and walked away from him.

"He was such a joker, always running around and playing pranks, but he did care to know more about how I never aged...

"Please tell me."

Jasper, now aged sixteen, a fine young many, slick backed hair, deep brown eyes and a heart breaking smile.

"No, because you were born, grow old and then you will die. That is how it is supposed to be, if I tell you, you will want it, fight for it and hate it."

"Young forever, not so bad."

"You shall see..."

"I saw him one final time, he was old and on his death bed, word got to me of this and I visited, it had been fifty years, but he still remembered...

"Yordana, no surprise, you are still as young as the day I first met you."

"And yet you are still younger than me."

"It does not feel like it," his brown eyes still shone with life, but they were fading. "I understand now."

"Understand what?"

"What you meant, about it being a curse, I understand; I got to live a life full of beautiful moments, because each and any one could be my last, you, you have forever, so the world is less beautiful, you can't have a family or settle, you are out casted, and that is a curse, a curse you do not deserve to suffer. And with that thought, my life I feel has been a great gift, and I ca part this earth in peace for me, but sorrow for you."

"So young, yet so wise, you lived your life how I should have lived mine. But it is your time to go now, your time is up."

He nodded and closed his eyes, his breaths becoming pants, then coughs, then wisps and finally empty.

"He looked so peaceful, happy, like he was sleeping, and that was when I left, I watched over you and his children and their children and so on up until this very day. But you always came first."

Yes, my sister, Katherine was crying silent tears, she loved our family, and she loves it whenever I speak to her of them, I pulled the family album from my bedside table which I took from the tomb and handed it to her.

She smiled, set it under her pillow, closed her eyes and looked peaceful, like Jasper, as she slept, I gazed out at the stars all night long, listening to her breathe and Damon's quiet snores.