Selina looked up as the bell rang over the door of the bakery. When she saw who it was, she let out a groan. "Hello, Elizabeth."

"Well, it's nice to see you too," Elizabeth said.

"If you came to see Edith, she's not here," Selina said through her teeth. "She had to run to the grocery story to get milk and eggs."

"I didn't come here to see Edith," Elizabeth said, leaning closer to her. "I came here to see you. To continue the little discussion we had before you and your friend saw fit to throw me out of here."

Selina cleared her throat. "Well, if you don't mind, I don't care to discuss that anymore, so I would appreciate it if you left it alone."

"You wonder, don't you?" Elizabeth asked. "You wonder if I made up that story about having a child with Elijah just to get under your skin."

Selina nodded. "That's exactly what I think you did."

Elizabeth smirked. "It's not a lie. Kevin really does exist."

"All right then," Selina said. "Where is he? Bring him here and show him to me right now and I'll believe you."

"I can't exactly do that," Elizabeth said, averting her eyes. "Kevin and I lost touch a long time ago. He doesn't even call me anymore."

"Well, isn't that convenient?" Selina asked, coming out from behind the counter to back Elizabeth up against the nearby wall. "You lord this son that you and Elijah supposedly had over my head and when I ask you to produce him or find some way to prove his existence, you backpedal and say that's not possible."

"Well, I'm sorry if that upsets you," Elizabeth said, locking eyes on her. "But it's the truth. And don't you try compelling me to make sure I'm not lying. I'm wearing vervain. It won't work."

"How do you know about vervain?" Selina asked.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Elizabeth asked her. "After Kevin was born and I realized what he was, I did all the research I could to protect myself. I thought Elijah would come back for him and I had to be ready."

"Is that why you sent Kevin away?" Selina asked, feeling sick to her stomach. "Because he was an abomination and you didn't want to have to deal with him?"

"Well, no!" Elizabeth said. "But-"

"You sold him to a circus freakshow!" Selina said. "What kind of a mother would do that to her child? You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Oh, don't act so high and mighty!" Elizabeth said. "If you'd been in my position, you would have done the same thing."

"No, I wouldn't have," Selina said, her eyes narrowed. She grabbed Elizabeth by the arms and gave her a rough shake, then pushed her against the wall.

"Help!" Elizabeth cried. "Help! She's hurting me!"

"Just a minute, Elizabeth!" Abby said. "I'll save you!" The younger girl tried to get Selina off of Elizabeth, but was of course, unsuccessful. Selina managed to lock eyes with her. "Go back into the kitchen, Abby," she said. "Or better yet," she pulled out a five dollar bill from the cash register and handed it to her. "Go out and get yourself an ice cream. You deserve it for working so hard."

"All right," Abby said and left. Selina looked around the empty store and breathed a sigh of relief before turning her attention back to Elizabeth. "I oughta kill you right now," Selina said. "I'm awfully hungry. I haven't fed from a breathing person since I don't know when and you seem like just the person to satisfy my hunger." She grabbed Elizabeth by the hair and pushed her head back, exposing her neck and biting down, sucking greedily with Elizabeth struggling against her the entire time. Soon, the old woman was drained and Selina lowered her body to the floor, thankful that she wasn't smart enough to actually have ingested vervain so it would be in her bloodstream. That would have been a big problem, but no worries. She looked down at her blood-spattered dress and went into the bathroom to check out her face. She groaned. She couldn't call Elijah looking like this. She'd have to call someone else to bring her home to clean up, someone much more understanding.

She picked up her phone and dialed. "Nicky?" She asked when Klaus answered the phone. "I've had a problem at the bakery. Things are a little messy. Could you come and pick me up?"


"Who was that?" Stefan asked when Klaus hung up his phone.

"Just Selina," Klaus said. "Apparently things are messy at the bakery and she needs me to come and pick her up."

"Why did she call you?" Stefan asked. "Why couldn't she have just called Elijah?"

"I don't know," Klaus said with a grin. "But I suspect that whatever mess she's gotten herself into, it's something that she doesn't want Elijah to know about. Perhaps she's killed someone. That would be a nice break in the monotony of the day, wouldn't it?"

Stefan nodded. "You wouldn't mind if I came along, would you?"

Klaus shook his head. "Of course not, Stefan. The more the merrier, I always say." They left the house together, Klaus telling leaving a note for Roxie and Caroline that he was going out, and then they drove to the bakery and stepped inside, staring in awe at the blood spattered on every possible surface. A struggle had clearly taken place here.

"Selina, love?" Klaus called. "Are you here? Are you all right?"

Selina stumbled into the main room with Elizabeth's blood down her dress and all over her mouth.

Klaus saw Selina and stopped in his tracks. "My, my," he said. "What happened to you?"

Selina shrugged. "I killed someone, but it doesn't bother me."

"Who was it?" Klaus asked, looking interested.

"Elizabeth," Selina said testily. "I killed Elizabeth."

A grin broke out over Klaus' face. "Oh, yes," he said. "Anna did mention that Elijah has reacquainted himself with his former fiancee and that you're not too happy about it."

"So I'm supposed to be?" Selina asked grumpily. "I don't think so. I shouldn't have to put up with this." She gave Stefan a look. "Do you think I should have to put up with that, Stefan?"

Stefan looked at her for a moment and then burst out laughing. "Look at that, Nik," he said to Klaus. "Shades of Lonely Heart. Did you ever think you'd see her again?"

"This is nothing like when I was Lonely Heart," Selina said through her teeth. "It's completely different!"

"Oh, really?" Stefan asked. "Did you kill someone today?"

"Yes!" Selina nodded. "That's why I called Nicky to come over! I can't let Elijah see all this! I thought he would be more understanding."

"And you think I wouldn't be?" Stefan asked. "Well, that's friendly. But the fact of the matter is, when you were Lonely Heart, you killed women that your boyfriends cheated on you with, right? Elizabeth was Elijah's ex-fiancee. Could it be that you felt just a smidgeon of jealousy toward her and you let grow until it finally exploded and you killed her to get her out of the way?"

"I did not kill her because of Elijah," Selina said. "I killed her because she said horrible things about her son and was unrepentant about the fact that she sold him away to the circus as a child. That, and I was really hungry and needing something more than a blood bag, but that's all!"

"Sure," Stefan said with a smirk. "Whatever you say." He paused. "Where's the body? Judging from the amount of blood all over this place, you fought until the last drop, didn't you?"

"In the walk-in freezer," Selina said. "And we have to get it out quick. Edith and Abby could be back here any minute!"

Klaus and Stefan followed Selina into the walk-in freezer and the two of them lugged Elizabeth's body out in a smaller cooler while Selina walked behind them. "Let's put it in your car, Nicky," Selina suggested. "That way we can take it to a field or something somewhere and bury it." They got it out of the store and Selina moved the sign on the front of the door to "Closed," leaving Abby and Edith a note that said she'd had an emergency to tend to, so they were free to have the next couple of days off. Then she locked the door and she and Stefan and Klaus drove off, looking for a suitable place to bury Elizabeth's body.


The phone rang and Damon picked it up immediately. "Hello?" He said. "Lucy, where are you?"

Lucy laughed. "How did you know it was me?"

"I kinda hoped it would be you," he said. "So, what's up?"

"Nothing," Lucy said. "Well, actually something. I'm on a break, so I decided to take a little trip. To a place called Lozere. It's in south-central France. I'm gonna leave in a day or two."

"Why are you going there?" Damon asked.

"It's something of a mystery," Lucy said. "The locals say they have a bit of a werewolf problem. I wanna check it out, seeing as I've been out of the werewolf loop my entire life."

"Don't you think that's precisely why you shouldn't go?" Damon asked. "What if you get hurt? I'm not gonna be there to save you this time."

"Would you relax?" Lucy asked. "It's just a story. There probably aren't even any werewolves there at all."

"Yeah, but do you really want to take a chance?" Damon asked.

"Yes," Lucy replied. "I do want to take a chance. I promise I won't get hurt. I promise I'll be careful, I-"

"Hello?" Just then, a small voice interrupted her. "Hi! Who's on the phone? Damon, you said we were gonna play hide and seek!"

"Lenora?" Damon asked. "What in the world are you doing? Hang up!"

"Who are you talking to?" Lenora wanted to know.

"Hi, Lenora," Lucy said. "I was just telling Damon about the trip I'm gonna take."

"Oh," Lenora said. "Will you get me a present? Something really shiny?"

"Sure," Lucy said. "Why not?"

"She will not get you a present cause she's not gonna go," Damon said.

"How are you gonna stop me?" Lucy asked. "Fly down here and lock me in my room?"

"I just might," Damon said. "I just might."

"Are you two fighting?" Lenora asked.

"No, Lenora we're not fighting," Damon said, feeling his good humor begin to fail him. "Your aunt and I are just having a nice discussion about a vacation she's gonna take. Now, will you please get off the phone?"

"Why?" Lenora asked. "I wanna talk too!"

"You and I will talk later," Lucy said patiently. "Now Damon and I want to have a conversation by ourselves, all right?"

"Okay," Lenora said grumpily and hung the phone up.

"Good," Lucy said. "She's gone. Now, where were we?"

"You were just about to tell me that you were going to go somewhere dangerous just to spite me," Damon said. "That's where we were!"

"Well, I don't like that," Lucy said. "I think we should go someplace nicer. So...what are you wearing?"

"Oh, no," Damon shook his head. "Don't you start that, Lucy!"

"All right," Lucy said. "If you won't tell me what you're wearing, I'll tell you what I'm wearing. Not that there's much to talk about." She giggled. "It's amazing how skimpy the bathing suits are around here," she said. "I bought one at the store the other day and it just leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination whatsoever. I don't wear it to the pool, of course, because I don't want other men getting ideas. But sometimes, when the mood hits me, I'll put it on and go on the roof when no one is around...and think of you. I'll think about you for quite sometime. And usually by the time I'm done thinking about you, I'm not even wearing my bathing suit anymore. You've really been helpful with getting me a full tan this summer."

"Are you wearing it now?" Damon asked curiously. "The bathing suit, I mean?" He was trying to control his breathing.

"No," Lucy said. "I was actually just about to get in the shower. I'm standing in the bathroom with a towel on, so of course that made me think of you, and then I realized we hadn't talked for a week or two, so-"

"I'm wearing a pink dress!" Lenora broke in.

"Lenora, I thought we told you to get off the phone!" Damon said, the sound of her voice shocking him back to his senses.

"But you're playing a game and I wanna play too, since you and I aren't playing hide and go seek!" Lenora said.

"Fine," Damon told her. "We'll play hide and go seek if you get off the phone."

"Okay!" Lenora said brightly. "Bye-bye, Aunt Lucy!"

"Goodbye, Lenora," Lucy said.

"Sorry about that," Damon told her. "It seems I have no choice but to play hide and go seek." He sighed.

"What if I called you again tonight when you're at home and tell you more about my bathing suit?" Lucy asked. "Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes," Damon nodded. "I'd like that very much. I'd also like to hear that you don't intend to go to that werewolf place all by yourself."

"Oh, I intend to," Lucy said. "But I'll call you every day so you can be sure I'm not dead. Is that a good compromise?"

"I suppose," Damon said.

"Good," Lucy told him. "You and Lenora have fun now. I'm gonna get in the shower."

"You know what would be more fun?" Damon asked. "If I were in the shower with you."

"That's true," Lucy said. "And it will happen. You just have to be patient, which I know is easier said then done, but you can do it. You made it through the first half of the year, right?"

"Yeah," Damon nodded. "I guess."

"Well, then just keep thinking the same thoughts that got you through the first half of the year and maybe get yourself a date or two," Lucy told him. "Remember, I don't mind."

Damon groaned. "It doesn't help," he said.

"Well, I'm sorry," Lucy said. "But I don't know what else to tell you."

"How about 'I'm coming home early from Europe and here's the time I need to be picked up from the airport'?" Damon asked.

But before Lucy could reply, the phone flew out of his grasp and back into the cradle, and he looked over and saw Lenora frowning at him with her hands on her hips.

"All right, all right," Damon said. "You hide and I'll seek." She ran off and Damon sat down in the recliner in the living room and turned on the television, actually thinking, for just a short while, that he wouldn't look for Lenora at all.


Selina strode into the living room with Elizabeth's blood down her dress.

"What in the world...?" Elijah asked when he saw her.

"She pushed me too far and now she's dead," Selina said shortly. She sat down on the sofa and watched him. "What? No lecture? I thought you'd have plenty to say about this: 'Killing people is bad', 'You should learn to control yourself', 'you have no reason to be jealous of Elizabeth'." She smirked, sitting down on the sofa. "What do you expect me to do? Cry waterfalls of regret because I'm afraid you're not gonna like me anymore in light of this? I'm not gonna do that. I'm pregnant, she pissed me off, I killed her, shit happens."

Elijah's mouth was opening and closing but no words were coming out. Selina narrowed her eyes at him. "You're lucky I'm more evolved now because if I wasn't, I would have done something dumb like try and kill you by now." She tried to get off the sofa, but couldn't. "A little help, please?" She asked.

Elijah rolled his eyes and pulled her to her feet, then she stalked off to the bedroom to changr out of her blood-soaked dress. Technically, she could have changed at Klaus', but she wanted to see the look on Elijah's face when he saw how stained her dress was. Once she was gone, Elijah sighed. "'Two more months," he whispered to himself. "Just two more months." He sat alone in the living room for awhile and then, steeling himself, walked to his and Selina's bedroom door and knocked. "Can I come in?" He called.

"Sure," Selina said quietly. "If you want to."

He opened the door and saw Selina sitting on the bed. He strode over and sat next to her. "Are you all right?" He asked her.

"Please don't make me feel bad for what I did," Selina said. "It just happened, okay? It's not like I consciously decided to kill her or anything, even though Stefan thinks I did. Something about this being similar to what I did when I was Lonely Heart. But it's really not the same."

Elijah looked her in the eye. "I don't think I need to talk any more about this," he said. "Because it seems you feel bad enough now? Am I right?"

Selina sighed. "Well, yes and no. Yes. No. She was an old lady. You and she had a thing and she shouldn't have had to die for that. But I gotta eat somehow. It's just a fact of the matter."

Elijah opened his mouth, but Selina cut him off.

"Yes, I know I could have called and asked you for blood bags, but sometimes, they just aren't enough. Sometimes, albeit very rarely, I need at least one free range person. I don't know what it is about their blood, but it just-it helps." She sighed. "Two more months," she said, putting her head on his shoulder. "Thank god that's all."


"I just thought of something for us to do," Stefan said to Klaus. "And I think you'll be proud of me."

"Oh, yes?" Klaus asked. "And what's that?"

"Well, remember when we were at the bakery with Selina and she was listing all those fake reasons about why she killed Elizabeth?"

Klaus nodded.

"Do you recall her mentioning that Elizabeth and Elijah had a son and that Elizabeth sent him to a circus sideshow?"

Klaus looked up and grinned. "What are you suggesting, Stefan?"

Stefan shrugged. "I just think that it would be a kind act on our parts to try and locate this kid. I mean, obviously Elijah never knew about him, which means that he grew up without a father, and who knows what that's like more than us?"

"Ah," Klaus nodded. "I see your point. We should definitely do something to remedy that. Only problem is, we don't know what circus to go to, or even if he's still there. And Elizabeth is dead, so she can't tell us. I guess that means it's just going to take a little longer."

Stefan nodded. "But that's all right. We can handle that."

Anna came in. "What are you boys thinking? Nothing too bad, I hope. Unless of course I get to be included. Then it can be as bad as you want."

Stefan took her in his lap. "Oh, it's nothing, really. We were just thinking of taking a trip to the circus. Wanna come with us?"