Elijah POV:

Katarina had come through with the moonstone and so I was on my way to Mystic Falls to see this human doppelganger with my own two eyes. There was just one stop I had to make first.

*Knock Knock*

I'm not sure what I was expecting when the door opened but the beautiful woman before me was not it.

Before I am left to fumble over my words I notice how her breathing stops and her eyes enlarge, she's in shock... she knows who I am.

"You recognize me,"

She takes a marginal step backwards before nodding in confirmation.

"My name is E-" She cuts off my introduction,

"Elijah Mikaelson."

"Yes." I confirm

"Victoria Donovan but I'm guessing you knew that,"

She seems to gather herself a bit more, standing straighter she meets my gaze and invites me inside.

"I'm surprised you have invited me in," I tell her honestly. When someone recognizes me for an original vampire their first instinct is usually to run not invite me inside their home.

"Yes, well I doubt I have too much to fear... I mean you no harm and something tells me the Original Vampire known as the Noble One, isn't likely to kill an unarmed pregnant woman."

"You're with child?" I ask surprised,

"Yes I just found out last week, so it's still probably too early to hear a heartbeat."

I nod accepting her explanation, I didn't catch any change in her heartbeat so I have no reason to believe she is lying to me.

Strangely this is a new situation I find myself in, living 1,000 years that doesn't happen too often.

"Can I offer you some tea, my brother Matt just picked me up some ginger lemon... he still thinks I have a bug or something, not really sure how to go about having that conversation."

"Unfortunately I don't believe I'll be able to offer any advice for the situation,"

She looks away from the cupboards where she has been rooting around for tea bags and smiles at me.

After putting the kettle on we have a seat at her kitchen table.

"So Elijah, what is it that brings you by today?"

I can feel my lips fighting a smile, there is something about this woman... she is completely unassuming and without airs,

"I am in town on business but before leaving I was warned if I ran into you not to take anything you said too seriously, naturally I became curious who you were if someone thought to warn me away."

I see her freeze slightly before nodding to herself,

"I know things... about you, your family. I don't know how... I'm not a witch or omniscient, I don't see everyone's past and future I just have specific information on a few in the supernatural world. And when I realized I could use that information to try and protect people I tried my best. I actually succeeded the majority of the time but a couple of months ago I was abducted... thrown in a dark basement, tied to a chair... had to relieve myself in a bucket,"

She takes a moment tearing up at the memory, and I find myself filling with rage at whoever has hurt her,

"About 3 weeks in I was rescued by someone I had previously saved but after coming home I was visited by another who claimed to have sent the kidnappers after me to begin with, I was warned to stop interfering with the knowledge I had gained... at least until a certain event transpired and if I didn't they would keep sending people after me. I of course agreed and so far have been left alone, so whatever knowledge I have, I can't use it... not right now at least."

I nod taking all this in.

The kettle starts whistling and Ms. Donovan excuses herself to prepare our tea.

"Can you tell me who it is that threatened you?"

She places a cup in front of me and sits back down, "No, I'm sorry I can't."

"Can you tell me who kidnapped you in the first place?"

She smiles sadly, "I believe you already figured that out... they're the ones that warned you away from me."

The Martins- I feel my fist underneath the table squeeze as I think about how I would like to hurt the two warlocks currently residing in my apartment.

I feel a comforting hand rest on my wrist and I look up into her kind green eyes, they truly are stunning.

"I'm sorry I can't be more help," she tells me believing that to be the source of my troubled moment of reflection.

"That is more than alright, Ms. Donovan."

She smiles, "please you can call me Victoria, I'd say you can call me Vee like most people but something tells me that would be far too informal for you,"

I nod, "You would be correct."

"I am curious though, how much knowledge of me and my family were you bestowed with? Is there anything you can tell me that doesn't put you or your child in danger?"

She thinks about it for a moment before retrieving a pen and paper, after a few seconds of writing she slides it over to me,

I open it as she explains, "Your siblings' names, in order,"

Freya, Finn, Elijah, Niklaus, Kol, Rebekah, Henrik

I can feel myself getting emotional, something that is very rare for me, "I... I never knew her name, Freya. They only spoke of losing a child... I never even knew it was a girl. I had another sister."

"Have actually," she corrects "She didn't die, she was taken, and a curse was put upon her, she is only able to awaken for one year out of every 100,"

"How... no, no, that's not possible, you can't know that," I say standing abruptly completely thrown by this new information.

"I can tell you when she will next be awake and where to find her... it shouldn't have a negative effect on the event that I swore to allow."

"Tell me!" I demand

"2012, New Orleans."

"Thats less than 2 years from now." I mutter

"One year 3 months, it will happen towards the end of December."

"How can I know you are telling me the truth?"

"Unfortunately I am full of vervain otherwise I would offer you to use compulsion," She says thinking out loud,

then she looks at me having had another idea,

"You've already met her once before, early 1900s a Christmas party, she wanted to meet all of you and managed to gain entrance as Kol's date but before she could tell any of you who she truly was Nik-"

"Niklaus dagged Kol in front of everyone, scaring her away,"

She nods in confirmation, Damn my brother and his daggers.

I think back to that party and try to remember the face of the blonde that attended that night with Kol, she may be my last living relative sans Niklaus, and I am desperate to remember her face.

"She wore a blue dress," Victoria supplies trying to help and for the briefest of moments I catch a glimpse of her in my mind.

"Hey, Vee, Tyler just texted he said Mason finally got back to him," a young man, Ms. Donovan's brother I believe arrives through the door announcing before he realizes my presence.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know we had company,"

"It's okay, Matt this is Elijah he is a vampire but one of the few good ones, Elijah this is my brother Matt. If I think of anything else I can share I will let you know perhaps we could exchange phone numbers?"

She offers me and I nod still consumed with thoughts from 1914.