Rebekah's POV

We hear a groan and Kyra shout, "Oh gosh!"

This got us alarmed and we all took a quick look at each other and ran down the hallway to make sure she's okay.

What we saw, appalled us all: Elena was leaning against the sink, clutching her stomach. Kyra stood in the corner looking down at the floor with a surprised expression on her face. It was then that I noticed the blood on her shirt that definitely wasn't there before.

"Did you just throw up on her?" Nik asks.

"Um," Elena tries to lie, "no."

'Don't even try to lie," I say, firmly, "There is blood all over her shirt, and you have blood running down the entire lower half of your face and it's dripping on the floor."

"That was nasty, Elena." Kyra says, snapping out of her shocked haze, "If you want my help, you're not going to do that again. Are we clear?"

Elena nods, "Sorry."

Kyra rolls her eyes, helping Elena up and out of the bathroom. "Let's go."

"Where?" Elijah asked, becoming his usual serious self and a little protective, "Where are you going?"

"Since she has decided to halfway destroy your house, I'm bringing her back to hers, so I can figure out what exactly this is and if there is a way to cure it."

She and Elena got to the door and Kol turns to us, "I don't trust that Gilbert with her alone."

"Me neither." Nik says.

"Agreed." Elijah says.

"I don't trust Stefan, Damon, Elena, Jeremy, Bonnie, Caroline, or Tyler with her alone." I say, "I don't trust them."

"I can agree with that." Nik says, "They used her to protect Elena."

"Are you starting to get protective over her, Nik?" I asked, teasingly, "It sounds like you are."

"I am not!"

Kol, Elijah and I started at him, knowing that he's lying but waiting for him to fess up.

"Oh, fine. You win." he says, "I care about her. She's like my sister."

"I hope she will be our sister one day." I say, subtly hinting that I want Kol and Kyrie to get married.

Kol shot his eyes up at me, "Was that your 'subtle' way of hinting something at me, Bekah?"

"Take it as you want it." I replied, walking towards the door, "I'm going to follow Kyrie!"

Kyra's POV

"I may be able to contact the witch spirits and see if they know what this is." I say to Elena as I drive to her house, with her in the car next to me. I am almost positive this has something to do with the fact that Elena is Sired to Damon.

I'm almost positive that's what this is.

He told her she could only drink from the vein. She did not listen and she tried drinking from animals, blood bags, and even from Damon himself! She couldn't keep any of it down. So, therefore, it may be subject to change if she actually tries the 'snatch, eat, erase' trick that Damon always tells me about.

"It might work." I say, seeing how she's breathing heavily, holding a hand to her stomach and has her other hand over her mouth, "Do you want me to try?"

"Yeah," she replies, still sounding and looking unwell, "anything that will make this stop."

"Alright." I reply, "we're here, Elena." I sigh, "You're going to have to help me get you inside. Not that I would if I could, but I can't carry you."

She opens the car door and slides out, nearly falling before she catches herself in time, "Can you hurry, Kyra? This really hurts."

"I'm trying, Elena." I reply, "You have to work with me here."

"Sorry." She says as she almost makes me trip over her foot.

"It's okay," I reply, not minding as I actually feel bad for her, "you good?"

"Yeah," she says, putting her arm around my shoulder to hold herself up, "are we almost to the door?"

"Just a few more feet," I sigh, "You're almost there."

We finally got inside her house and I got her to the living room and on the couch. I wandered to the kitchen looking for candles.

"Elena!" I called, "where are your candles?"

"In the cabinet above the sink!" She yelled back as best she could.

"Thank you!" I yelled back, before whispering to myself, "now where is their lighter?"

I keep lighters around at everyone's house: The Gilbert's, The Salvatore's, and and I think I even have one at the Mikaelson's, and of course my house too. I finally found it in the drawer under the sink.

"Ah. There it is."

I quickly put the candles on the floor and lit them. I don't sense anything. That means one of two things: the witch spirits are sleeping or there is no way to access a connection to them in this house. It's not exactly a good place for a connection, due to the fact that a vampire lives here and the fact that the witch spirits don't like her.

"Kyra!" I heard my name being called and my eyes snapped open, "Kyra!"

I automatically realized it was Rebekah, and magically opened the front door, watching as she stepped through the door and headed towards me, "are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I reply, closing my eyes again, feeling a faint connection to the spirits, "this is a bad spot for a connection. We need to get her to my house. Can you help?"

She tilted her head to the side, but nodded anyway, "only if I can come with you and stay as long as she's there. I don't trust her."

"Whatever makes you feel better." I replied, blowing out the candles and putting the lighter back.

She smiles, and follows me back to Elena, "Hey, Elena! Wake up!"

She helped me get Elena to the car and in the backseat before she got into the front with me, "I don't understand why you want to help her. She's annoying and does absolutely nothing for you."

"She never wanted to be a vampire. That much was obvious," I replied, "considering how much she fought the transition."

"She did fight it." Bekah says, "I remember that day. I was hoping she wasn't going to get any blood and she would finally die, but apparently Stefan couldn't let her go."

"I know, right?" I replied, "She's a nut case, as you can see."

We finally got back to my house and helped her to the door. Bekah and I walked right through, and we left Elena behind the threshold. I don't really want her in here.

"Can you get my candles and my lighter from my room, Bekah?" I asked, clearing a spot on the floor for me to contact the spirits.

"Yes," she replied, "you said your room, right? I'm guessing in the closet?"

"Absolutely."

She disappeared down the hallway and I went back to Elena, "get in here. I don't want you in here, but get in before somebody looks over and notices you're practically dead."

She limped in the door and I directed her into the living room as Rebekah came back with my stuff, putting them on the floor. I was surprised she knew what to do and where to put them, but she has seen me do this once or twice so I guess it's not that surprising.

"In here." I said, pointing to the couch as the baby vampire went to where I told her to, "Don't move from this room."

I walked back to Rebekah and she was sitting down on the counter, pouring two glasses of wine, "Here, Kyrie. We may need this if we have to listen to her for the next few hours."

I took it from her hand, before taking a sip, "Right. She'll be complaining until I figure out what this is." I sigh, getting on the floor, "Although, I think I already know what it is. I just need to confirm with my spirits."

"Great." she says, "Do they answer right away, or do they take a few minutes?"

"It depends on where I am, actually." I replied, telling the truth, "Some spots are stronger than others are."

"Phesmatos ramos."

Rebekah's POV

Kyra was helping Elena to the living room and I figured we were going to need a little bit of therapy and sat down on the counter, pouring two glasses of wine that I found in her cabinet, "Here, Kyrie. We may need this if we have to listen to her for the next few hours."

She gladly took it from my hand with a smile, before taking a sip, "Right. She'll be complaining until I figure out what this is." she sighed, getting on the floor, "Although, I think I already know what it is. I just need to confirm with my spirits."

"Great." I say, "Do they answer right away, or do they take a few minutes?"

"It depends on where I am, actually." she replied, "Some spots are stronger than others are."

"Phesmatos ramos." she muttered, "Tryas matos cretumas."

I flinched as the flames on the candles flew up, "Mactix un vicas ex silento ex salamas."

I heard a car pull up outside making me immediately jump off the counter and go over to the door to check and see who it was that pulled up. I had a feeling it was my brothers, but I had wanted to be sure.

I looked out the window, and sure enough, it was Elijah, Kol and Nik, closing the doors of the car before they stopped in front of the car and started talking.

"Are they even here?" Nik asked.

"Well, we checked the Gilbert's house and we checked the Salvatore's." Elijah says, "This is the only other place they could possibly be."

"How do we know Rebekah is even with her?" Nik asked.

"Rebekah told us she was going to follow Kyra." Kol says, "They are in the house, probably. Let's go."

He moves towards the door, but Nik holds him back, "How exactly are we supposed to get in a house we haven't been invited into?"

Kol stops in his tracks, "Oh. I didn't think of that."

"Of course you didn't."

"Has Kyra figured out Elena's disfunction?" Elijah asked, before my other idiot brothers started fighting and drew any attention to them.

"How am I supposed to know?" Nik asked, "it's not like I'm a witch that has a mental connection to her!"

"Shut up, Nik." Kol says, "My girl knows what she's doing."

Awe. He called her 'his girl'. I totally love them together. They're good for each other.

"We know she does." Elijah says, "How long does it take for her to contact her family?"

"I don't know." Kol pondered thoughtfully, "I think it depends on where she is. I guess some places have a stronger connection than others. At least that's what she told me."

"When did she tell you that?" Nik asked.

"A few weeks ago." He replied, "I think. It's hard to say. I was too focused on her beauty."

"Where are we thinking they are in the house?" Elijah asked.

"Well, how are we supposed to know the answer to-" Nik got interrupted when the door unexpectedly went flying open, "Woah!"

I sped back to Kyra so they wouldn't know I was eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Would you idiots get in here?" Kyra yelled, her eyes still closed, "Phesmato tryna harata maysta."

Suddenly my brothers appeared next to me, just as Kyra finished her thing and opened her eyes and muttering to herself. It was so low and quiet, we couldn't hear what she said.

She froze in her spot and looked to be in her own little daze, "She's sired."