"Last night was really something, wasn't it?" Selina told Elijah as they both dressed to head for school. "You know, I think that's the first time in a while, if ever, that you've been able to see my being a werewolf in a positive light. Usually we don't talk about it, and if you see me in my wolf form, all that happens is you try and calm me down or get me to turn back."

"Well, that's because usually when you're in your wolf form, you tend to get destructive and that's not good," Elijah told her. "But being turned myself has given me a bit more understanding of it all, I suppose. Not to mention it was kind of nice to be able to see that side of you…for you to trust me with it. Cause usually that's reserved for my brother only. Not that I don't understand why, mind you."

"And since you vented some rage through killing last night, I feel more confident about putting an idea I had forth," Selina told him.

"What is it?" Elijah asked. "Is it about hunting?"

"Yes," Selina nodded. "I think I should start hunting again, if only to give myself the strength and dexterity to fight off Freya or anyone else who might try and attack me. I'll do it with a buddy if that makes you more comfortable. But I really don't think sticking with blood bags will help for the time being."

"I suppose you're right," Elijah agreed. "But do you have any ideas about how to make sure you don't go over your limit? Clearly I'm not experienced enough to help you with that on my own."

"Well, don't beat yourself up," Selina suggested as she tied his tie that was the same blue as her eyes. "So you made a mistake about how much I should feed one time. That doesn't mean you should give up! I need you to have some part in this whole thing because we both know that I'm not good at regulating my blood intake if it's all left up to me. I mean, I'd try, of course, but it's really a crapshoot whether or not it would work."

"Yes, but who would know enough about your blood intake to make intelligent guesses about when the best stopping point is between just enough and too much?" Elijah asked. "And please don't tell me the only option we have is Niklaus. I don't think I could bear that. He's absolutely the last option."

"What about Anna?" Selina suggested. "She could help."

"Yes, she could," Elijah nodded. "All right. After school we'll visit her and tell her what's going on. Do you think she'll help us?"

"I do," Selina nodded. "Really."

They got through the day without any trouble and then got in Elijah's car to go visit his sister.

When they got to the house, Elijah rang the doorbell and they then heard the barking of a few dogs and Anna calling out, "No, Sparky and Cupcake! Stay back! It's only the door!"

Selina chuckled to herself and shook her head. "Sparky and Cupcake? I wonder what their real names were before they pissed your sister off and she made it so they weren't people anymore?"

"I don't know," Elijah shrugged. "And while I can't say I approve of her methods, the fact that she's able to keep a business going and isn't just relying on the family money is admirable. She's like you that way."

"She actually told me that I should try and make money for myself at one point," Selina replied. "And to keep a close eye on everything I earn. I've always been grateful for that advice."

The door opened and Anna smiled and ushered them inside while the two little corgi puppies standing behind her ran after them and nipped at their heels.

"What brings you two here?" Anna asked. "Just a casual visit? Or has Freya attacked again?"

"No," Selina shook her head. "Things are quiet on that front, but…we need your help."

"Oh?" Anna asked and boosted herself up on the kitchen counter, pushing some of her blonde hair out of her eyes. "Both of you want my help?" She looked at Elijah. "You must be really desperate if that's the case."

"Well, yes," Elijah nodded. "It really is. We need someone to help me figure out the proper amount of blood to give Selina here so that she's strong enough to fight, but doesn't go overboard and just kill indiscriminately."

"You can't have both," Anna shook her head. "You have to choose one thing or the other. And I really think you should let her fight."

"I never thought he wouldn't let me," Selina replied. "Not after Freya's attack."

"But can you believe it took him that long to realize that you need to be able to defend yourself? He likes keeping you home so he can protect you and feed his own hero image. You've become like one of those coddled poodles that eccentric old people leave their money to. Don't you want more than that?"

"I don't know what the hell you even mean, but I can tell it's not flattering," Elijah said. "We didn't come here to pick a fight. We just came to ask a favor. So will you help us or not?"

"Cause if you say 'No', then we'll have to ask Klaus and Elijah is not looking forward to that," Selina told her. "Help us? Please? It'll give us more time to see each other."

"That's true," Anna agreed, picking up an apple, rubbing it on her sleeve, and then taking a bite out of it. "We don't get to see each other very often cause of what a bad influence I supposedly am, so I suppose I should take the chance when it's offered." She paused and peered at both of them as she chewed on her apple in silence. "All right," she said at last. "I'll help. But you," she told her brother, "you have to let me do what I think is best and follow my directions since that's what I'm being brought into this for, all right?"

"Fine," Elijah sighed. "I suppose that's only right."

"Good," Anna smiled. "Now Selina, can you go get a blood bag so you can show me how much you're consuming at the moment?"

"You're not gonna like it when I do," Selina replied.

"I'm prepared for that," Anna nodded. "I know I have my work cut out for me." She narrowed her eyes at Elijah. "I didn't expect anything less."

"Why is he here?" Freya groaned as she saw Kol come in with Mikael for their next talk.

"Nice to see you too, you two-faced strumpet," Kol replied cheerfully. "Having fun plotting the demise of your family just to save your own ass?"

"Oh, don't you taunt me, Kol," Freya told him, her voice cold. "If you were in my position, you would do exactly the same thing."

"I wouldn't," Kol replied and leaned forward. "That's the difference between us, sister."

"Maybe," Freya replied. "But did Father tell you the point of these meetings before he brought you here? I'm trying to help us all."

"Sure you are," Kol said dismissively. "I don't believe you."

"Isn't that what I said, Father?" Freya asked Mikael.

"Actually, you said you'd help me escape death," Mikael told her. "I don't know when it was that you made the choice about everyone else. And Kol is here to make sure I don't let emotion take me over. A wise decision I think."

"I can't believe you don't trust me!" Frey cried. "I thought that's what families did!"

"And if you weren't consorting with a man who's trying to kill us all, we would trust you," Mikael assured her. "You're playing a dangerous game. You have to make a choice before someone makes it for you. Cause I have a feeling that if that happens, you won't like the outcome."

"Interesting," Freya grinned. "Thank you for the warning, Father, but I don't think I need to worry about John. I have him completely under control."

"All right," Mikael replied skeptically and stood up. "Whatever you say."

Freya got home, and before she could even get a 'Hello' out, she felt herself be pulled off her feet and thrown into a wall.

"What?" She groaned. "What did I do?"

Things came into focus and she saw John standing over her. "Did you have a nice day out talking to your father? What did you tell him?"

"Nothing," Freya replied. "I swear!"

"Stop lying to me!" He said. "I know you've been sneaking around to see your father. That you've been making him promises to save him when the only person who's gonna be saved from this is you. Well, you were. I'm beginning to rethink my priorities now."

"No, you're not," Freya said firmly. "You told me that I'm gonna be the mother of your child and you won't get rid of me before that happens."

"You're right," John told her. "I won't. And I was hoping that we could take our time with this. That I could use our child's conception as a way of showing you that I do in fact have a heart. But now, I don't think I can afford that."

Freya got to her feet. "So when we conceive our child, it will be against my will?"

"No, of course not," John shook his head. "But the act will be purely for the purposes of conception. There'll be no lingering for reasons beyond that."

"Oh, well, that is real romantic," Freya told him. "You're a real prince."

"I could have been," John said firmly, grabbing her arm and squeezing it in such a tight grip that she thought for sure the bone would break. "But you lost that privilege. Now…go to your room."

"You can't tell me to go to my room!" Freya told him.

John just heaved a long sigh and looked heavenward before picking her up, carrying her to her room, setting her down on her bed, then locking the door behind her and putting a spell on it so she couldn't leave until he gave her permission to do so.

"Klaus!" Selina cried when she opened the door to a knock and saw him standing on the other side. She jumped back a little, her eyes wide, and he smirked.

"Are you afraid of me?" He asked and stepped inside. "It's been a while since that's been the case."

"Well, I'm not foolish enough to forget that you could still kill me if you wanted to," Selina reminded him. "And that we still haven't made peace about the Vivi thing."

"And that's exactly what I've come to speak to you about," he told her. "Amy and Vivian have made me realize that perhaps my anger toward you was a bit unfounded considering how you both ended up. So I've come to say that I bear you no ill will any longer."

"Well, thank you," Selina said. "That means a lot." She paused. "Did you know that Elijah actually brought me with him on a little murder spree last night? I didn't kill anyone of course, cause it was mostly catharsis for him, but I was so pleased that he finally listened to his body and let the werewolf gene do what it does for once."

Klaus raised an eyebrow. "Elijah went on a murder spree and I missed it? Damn. That would happen."

Just then, the door burst open and Elijah called out, "Niklaus, if you have injured or otherwise put a hand on my wife, we're going to be having problems, do you understand?"

"Yes, I do," Klaus told him. "But I came over here to fix problems, not start them. I've decided to get past what happened with Vivian." He grinned at his brother as Elijah sat down. "And if you're having trouble figuring out Selina's blood limitations, I would be more than happy to help."

"No," Elijah told him. "If you help, we'll have a situation like the one with Vivian all over again."

"What would make you say that?" Klaus asked. "I've been around her when she's hunted more than you have. I've seen the effects that various levels of blood have on her. Don't you think that makes me a good resource?"

"No," Elijah shook his head. "Because between the two of you, you wouldn't choose to stop when you're supposed to."

"Yes, I would," Selina nodded. "I would try, anyway. I don't like taking too much and then not realizing that I've done something bad until after. Not anymore. That's why we asked Anna to help."

"Anna?" Klaus yelled at his brother. "What makes her better at looking after Selina's blood intake than me? She has just as much reason to want to turn Selina back into Lonely Heart as I do."

"She promised that she would be careful and not go that far," Elijah told him. "And I'm inclined to believe her. Besides, Anna needs something to do."

"So do I!" Klaus replied. "Amy gets to be busy helping Astrid and Alistair direct the troops, but where does that leave me?"

"Why don't you help with the troop directing?" Selina suggested. "Surely Astrid can't look after everyone."

"Or at the very least, keep an eye on people like Lucien and Stefan," Elijah said. "We can't have them causing trouble when we already have enough to worry about."

"Fine," Klaus replied. "I'll do that. Or maybe I'll just let them run amok, who knows? I'm shifty so you don't know what I'll do." He stormed off, leaving Elijah and Selina to stare at one another.

"Do you think we're in trouble?" Selina got out.

"I hope not," Elijah replied. "But he's angry, so who knows?"

"Damn, " Selina sighed. "And he seemed so even tempered when he came. That didn't last long, did it?"