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Before Elena and Stefan could enquire more about what Nathaniel had showed them, they proposed a deal. In order to gain information, they had to earn their trust, said the old man. So, no more questions until then. For the time being, Elena needed to be home with Jeremy. She was surprised to see Bonnie there, but at the same time not so surprised.

Bonnie had decided until she could figure out what to do about Klaus, she'd focus on the ghosts that only Jeremy could see. Elena joined them in the kitchen, where Jeremy was snacking on a bag of chips. Bonnie looked tired, Elena noticed, like she had done something.

"Are you ok?" Elena asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"She tried to talk to the ghosts." Jeremy tattled, getting him a dirty look from Bonnie, but he didn't mind it.

"You tried to talk to them?" Elena said not quite understanding what all that entailed.

"I did a séance."

"Tried to do a séance." Jeremy corrected.

"I can't explain it." Bonnie sighed. "It was like they wanted to talk but something was holding them back."

"Like a spell?" Elena asked.

"Yeah. Someone brought them here. Someone is doing this for a reason, and without being able to talk to them, we won't know what it is."

"If you had a second witch, do you think you could get to them?" Elena asked resting her arms on the counter.

"I don't know, maybe. They'd have to be strong." Bonnie said, then she got curious as to why Elena would be suggesting this. "Why?"

"Serena knows a witch."

"The witch that put up the spell I broke?" Bonnie said not exactly impressed, even though she had never met the person. "What makes you think they'd help?"

"If you're so sure that someone is doing this on purpose then we need to know what's going on." Said Elena. "It's just a suggestion."

"What happened over there anyway?" Jeremy chimed in curiously. They had kept him in the blue on purpose.

"Jeremy, please just don't worry about it. They're leaving soon anyway." She lied. She had no idea when they'd leave, or even if they'd leave.

"Would you stop lying to me?" He said angrily. "You did it with Vicki, you – "

"I'm trying to protect you." She interjected, knowing full well how she had upset him in the past by trying to hide things from him.

"I don't need your protection."

"They're Originals, Jer." She sighed giving in. "They could be dangerous, and we don't know if that's even all of them."

"Why don't you find out?"

"My privilege to ask questions has been temporarily revoked." She said.

From his cell Klaus could hear footsteps coming. He couldn't help but chuckle thinking it was Serena returning to try to get him to talk. However, he saw a flicker as someone lit a match to light the low-hung chandelier, and then the person standing on the other side of the bars was someone he hated more than anyone else in the world…his father, or rather the man he called father.

"Niklaus." He said now seeing his son for the first time in nine hundred years. He was the first one to be killed, not surprisingly. Klaus stood. "I must say, this suits you."

"I see your beloved granddaughters did their duty well, you're breathing again."

"Yes, indeed they did."

"They'll pay for that, you know."

"Oh I doubt that."

With a sly grin he asked, "How are your favorite twins doing?"

Angrily Alexander grabbed the bars realizing Klaus knew, which meant he had something to do with it. "What did you do?"

"I was here." Klaus said in his defense. "How could I have done anything?"

"Then tell me who did." His father ordered in a low raspy voice, squeezing the bars with all his strength in anger.

Klaus got closer to the bars giving his father a threatening look. "No."

Stefan joined his brother, he found him downstairs staring into the now empty room where he and a few other people had been locked inside before. When he looked again, however, he saw that it wasn't actually empty. He noticed a figure sitting in the corner, he couldn't see his face though.

"Who's this?" Stefan asked his brother keeping his eyes on the silhouette.

"He didn't give me his name." Damon said. Stefan saw the stranger raise his head knowing they were talking about him and Stefan could see his eyes, they were red, veins protruding around them. "He just came knocking a few hours ago."

"What'd he want?"

"Sanctuary."

Stefan looked at his brother confused wondering why a vampire would want sanctuary. It was a haunting thought; someone was after him, someone obviously dangerous. "Did he say anything else?"

"He's French." Damon stated. "I couldn't understand him." With that said Damon walked away. Stefan kept staring at the vampire's eyes which were watching him in return.

As Stefan turned to walk away he heard his name. "Stefan?"

Stefan took a step back and this time when he looked at the man's eyes they were normal and green. "Do I know you?"

"We met once." He said standing up from his spot in the corner.

"So you do speak English." Stefan said, although the man's accent as perfectly clear.

He rushed to the door nearly slamming against it. "Of course I do. I only spoke French because I don't know him."

"I don't remember you." Stefan said now able to see his face.

"We have a mutual friend." He said. "Lexie."

Stefan took a moment to think, and finally it came to him. Lexie was French too, although she had moved to the states long before they met, back when France and England were fighting over it, and she never went back home. He remembered one day she came to see him with a friend hooked to her arm, more than her friend really, her maker.

"Stefan." She had called waving to him while walking gracefully as always, laughing along with her friend. He was dressed like a Frenchman, walking with a cane. "Stefan, I'd like you to meet my friend, Armand Desmarais." She said allowing her old accent back into her voice. Coming back from his reverie he decided to let Armand out. Armand followed him upstairs where they sat in the living room with Damon to talk.

"You know this man?" Damon asked Stefan.

"He was a friend of Lexie's."

"Yes, Lexie, do you know where she is?" Sadly Stefan shook his head letting him know she was gone. Armand seemed sad all of a sudden. "How?"

"I did it." Damon admitted from the couch. "Sorry."

Though, he was angry at Damon, there were more important matters at hand that needed to be addressed. "Damn." He muttered. "Lexie knew him; she might've been able to help me."

"Knew who?" Stefan asked sitting next to Damon.

"Nicholas." He said the name softly with fear.

Damon looked to Stefan curiously, wondering if he knew the name. Stefan noticed and shrugged. "Lexie never mentioned him to me."Damon rested back not really caring, but he listened anyway in case it got good.

"He's an original." Armand said. "At least a millennium old."

Damon leaned forward again, now it got interesting, but in a bad way. "That's impossible."

"Maybe he means Niklaus." Stefan said. He was hoping that's who he meant.

"No." Armand blurted looking at them like they were stupid. "Not Klaus, but his nephew."

"Nephew?" They said together in confusion. Elijah had told Elena of his family, but he never mentioned a nephew who was still around. He never mentioned any other originals other than he and Klaus.

"Yes, Nicholas, is Klaus's nephew. Don't you know anything?" He yelled angrily.

"Alright, calm down." Stefan said. "Is he after you?"

"Of course he is! Nicholas isn't very forgiving."

It wasn't much longer and Elijah came as asked, intrigued by the message that another original was in the area. "Stefan." He said as he walked into the room. "I was surprised to get your message."

"You're surprised another family member's coming to wreak havoc?" Damon asked.

Stefan stood with another vampire who he pushed in front of him. "This is Armand. He claims the vampire that's after him is an original."

"I'm not lying!" He yelled to Stefan. Damon started to think he was crazy. He turned to Elijah. "You're Elijah?"

"Who wants to know?"

"I knew your brother. I met Klaus a few centuries ago. He mentioned you, he said you were away on business, it was a shame because you were the one I was supposed to find."

Elijah suddenly became interested. "You were sent to find me?"

"By the original I served."

"Who is this man?"

"Nicholas...Nicholas Petrova."

Hearing his last name for the first time they all looked at each other in shock. "Another Petrova?" Damon groaned.

"Nicholas is from Italy." Armand explained. "The source of the Petrova, he said so himself."

"Do you know him?" Stefan asked Elijah.

Ignoring Stefan's question Elijah kept his attention on Armand. "What else do you know about this man?" Elijah asked Armand.

"Everything." Armand stated proudly. "I was with him for over 600 years, longer than anyone."

"Yet, you're running from him?" Damon asked.

"He thinks I betrayed him!" He said getting upset again. "He thinks I'm involved in something that happened to his sister."

"Sister?" Damon asked.

"Yes. Serena Petrova….You people don't know anything do you?" Even though, they knew Serena, they didn't interrupt him, he seemed far too upset. "A couple years ago she went off our radar; we always stayed close by so he could keep an eye on her. Before she disappeared, her ex showed up again." Hearing about an ex intrigued them, there was some more information about their mystery guests they didn't know anything about. "They argued as usual, got in a fight, then he left. Nicholas followed him, and he wanted me to watch Serena. I tried to follow her, but the woman is sneakier than anyone I've ever met, and I lost sight of her. When Nicholas came back we tried to track her down, but we couldn't find anything. Suddenly, I'm a suspect and on the run. Like I said, Nicholas isn't one for forgiveness, especially where his siblings are involved."

Stefan knew of Sebastian, her twin, and he hoped he was the only other sibling. "You mean Sebastian?"

Armand nodded. "Sebastian never left her side, so we figured she went to him, but we found Sebastian and he was alone."

"Alright." Damon said crossing his arms. "How many are there?" He asked, they needed to know. "How many of these second generation Originals?"

"Besides those three…Dorian son of Elise, Milena daughter of Alexander, Annemarie daughter of Marisa." Well, they knew two out of three, not bad, but they wished their wasn't a third. Then he continued and they got even more worried. "And…"

"And who?" Stefan asked.

He hesitated for a moment knowing if they found out who else fathered an original they would have cause to be nervous. "Nathaniel…son of Niklaus."

"Klaus?" Damon blurted astonished. "Klaus had a son?"

"Wait." Stefan said looking to Elijah. "Nathaniel. He's at the estate."