Taking a long, shaky breath Evangeline did her very best to stay calm and keep her mind clear. Panic would muddle her thoughts and then all hope of escape would be lost. Although, considering her situation she was almost certain few would blame her for losing composure. After all she was strapped to another frigid metal chair against her will with mere moments left to live. So, this was it? Her life was to end here, at the hands of an enemy, just as Nik had predicted. She felt so ashamed to have to admit that, but facts were facts. She was going to die.

Eve kept her eyes closed in concentration, listening for any sign that her family had come to her rescue. There wasn't. The only sound she could hear was the gurgle of the bayou outside and... the clicking of stilettos on concrete. Sarah was approaching, and Eve knew she was out of time. She opened her eyes and watched the woman walk towards her, lips twisted into a gnarly smirk.

"Ian is gone. I must admit, Evangeline. That was a clever trick you two played." She stopped at a small table where a silver tipped dagger gleamed under the dim light, joining it was a small vile of something white and powdery. The white oak ash.

Sarah must have caught her eyes because she then mentioned "You know. I never intended to kill you before, but then it occurred to me I'd be knocking out two birds with one stone. I'd be praised among the witch community for taking out one of the Mikaelson's and on top of that I'd be ruining Ian's life" she snickered with glee.

"Why would ruining Ian's life be your vendetta?" Eve asked "You loved him, or so he told me. He surely loved you. So why the change of heart?"

"What heart?" she asked coldly.

The answer sent a shiver down Eve's spine, but she pressed on "What made you so hard-hearted, Sarah? What happened that could have turned you into something so vile?"

"Hm," the woman laughed and inched closer to Eve, leaning down to press her lips to her ear, "I'm not Sarah" she purred.

The words she'd spoken before came back to her memory "I didn't die, but someone did die that night..." Something suddenly clicked. The news article flickered across her thoughts. The tabloids had been under the impression that Sarah had died in a tragic housefire, and yet here Sarah stood, clearly alive. She'd obviously not died, but who had? She remembered then that she had a twin...Ophelia. It struck her then. The person in the picture in the article had been Sarah and that meant she had died in the housefire. The woman in front of her now was not Sarah.

"Ophelia..." Evangeline trailed off trying to grasp the concept of what the facts were telling her, how they tangled together in web of insanity.

Ophelia let out a laugh "Wow, you really do catch on fast, sweet pea. But not fast enough I'm afraid..." she leaned back against the table, toying with the silver dagger.

"You started the fire, didn't you? You killed Sarah... your own sister" her faced contorted into that of pain, the idea that someone could be so cruel tore her to pieces.

"Hm, not quite. Though, I admit, my sister was an idiot and she underestimated her true potential. She planned to marry Ian and they were going to have a happy normal life in that stupid penthouse reeking of his stupid expensive cologne. She was going to turn her back on her family. On me. She was nothing but a pathetic, lovestruck disgrace." She laughed then and beamed with excitement "Would you like to know how I did it? Oh, this is exciting. It's a shame Ian isn't here to hear this. I suppose I'll just have to tell the story again when I kill him." She tapped her finger to her chin, eyes to the ceiling "My sister and Ian were together for two years. All that lovey dovey crap, always kissing on her neck and buying her expensive gifts," she shuddered, "Considering I looked identical to my sister it was easy enough to make the transition. See, I spread the story that I had taken a mission's trip to Cambodia. Killed Sarah, took her place, and then faked "Sarah's" death in an oh so tragic housefire. Everybody still thinks I'm off somewhere in Asia while Ian takes the rap for the death of his beloved fiancé." She then took on an annoyed expression "Of course, that handsome idiot found me out. Well, assumed I'd simply faked my death, but never caught onto the fact that Sarah was dead a year before. He came to be whining about how he was sick and that I owed him the right to heal his ailment. That was when the idea hit me. Why stop at Sarah? Why not go bigger... better. The new pathetic addition to the Original family seemed the perfect fit. I'd be a legend."

Eve snapped then, feeling so much anger "You explained how, but you didn't explain why. Why would you go to all this trouble just for the fact that Sarah was going to be marrying Ian? Is that your only excuse?" she asked in disgust.

Ophelia smirked, tilting her head to the side, eyes glinting "I do have another reason, Evangeline," she paused, "It was fun..."

Eve's stomach dropped "You're psychotic."

"I know."

Swallowing hard, Eve felt her palms start to sweat, because now she knew. There was no persuading Ophelia out of her decision. She would kill her without a second's hesitation, and she would enjoy it while she did. The sound of Ophelia dipping the dagger into the white oak ash made her skin crawl, and she closed her eyes. Waiting for the end. A peaceful end where her mother would be waiting, arms open to embrace her in a hug that she so desperately craved. Just as she could feel the tip of the dagger press against her bare skin, she heard a voice, a voice that surely belonged to an angel. Well, an angel with a bad attitude.

"Take your bloody hands off my sister you narcissistic twat!" Rebekah's voice echoed through the chamber. Oh, that voice could ease her spirits in an instant.

It all happened so quickly. One moment Ophelia was about to drive the dagger through her heart, and then the next the girl was racing towards the next exit. She'd obviously realized she'd bitten off more than she could chew. "Elijah!" Rebekah called out, signaling to him to make his appearance. Elijah always made a wonderous appearance.

Elijah was suddenly standing in the doorway to the only exit that lead to the stairs. His hand clamped around her throat, tightening in such a way that his knuckles turned white and her face turned red. "You are the maestro to this orchestrated chain of events?" He looked her over and with a sly smirk said "I'm somehow unimpressed. If it were my decision you'd already be dead, however, it is not my decision to decide your fate. My dear sister Evangeline is to have that say."

Evangeline rubbed her raw, slowly healing wrists as Rebekah undid her bindings. She watched Elijah drag Ophelia by the throat towards her, so distracted by her fear stricken face, she didn't notice Nik who walked in spattered with the blood of Ophelia's henchmen. As Ophelia was set at her feet she had this gut wrenching feeling that this was not her place. Yes, this cold-hearted, stone green-eyed woman was going to kill her all for the sake of fame among the witch community.

"I am not an executioner..." she trailed off, swallowing as she looked down on Ophelia, "I will not kill her. I will stay true to my vow to never take a life, no matter how distorted the soul. I will have no part in it." She looked over at Rebekah "Will you please take me home. I need to speak with Ian."

The room was silent for a long moment before Rebekah nodded offering her arm "I will take you to see Ian" she cast a glance to her brothers before the two walked out towards the exit.

Evangeline kept her head held high, hearing Nik's words clear as day "Hm, well it seems to me your fate is in my hands. I'm not near as forgiving as my sister, love..." That was all Evangeline heard before she closed the door behind them. She didn't need to know how it happened or that it happened at all. All she knew was for the time being she was safe. She had to get back, Ian was waiting, she was sure.