Elena wakes up in between the brothers with a painful groan.
"Oh, my god. Kill me. God, please kill me." Elena moans.
"Shut the fuck up, El." Stefans groans covering his head with a pillow.
"Whoa, little harsh there, brother." Damon mock scolds Stefan reaching for the leftover 'blood cocktail' on the side table.
"You too. I swear to god, I'll kill you." Stefan says trying to sit up.
"Am I dead? Is this hell? Why is Stefan here?" Elena mutters crying a little.
"Up and at 'em, kids." Damon says opening the hotel curtains letting the very bright sun.
"Oh, dear god! Stefan, rip is head off! Don't you love that?" Elena dives under the bed.
"I knew there was a reason I always hated you!" Stefan yells running into the bathroom and slamming the door.
"Why is he hungover?" Elena asks putting on a pair of sunglasses she found on the floor.
"Because he has the tolerance of a potato or a high school girl." Damon adds with a smirk looking her over.
"Fuck you, Damon. I was fine 'till you grabbed the tequila. Who the hell mixes tequila and bourbon?"
"Here, this will help." He says handing her a glass of bourbon.
"Mix a little of that vamp juice in there and will talk." She says and he bites his hand letting some blood drip into the glass.
"Also, Stefan's not just hungover on alcohol, but blood. Our little boy's finally a man." Damon says throwing an arm over her shoulder.
"They grow up so fast." Elena plays along with a sigh feeling a lot better.
"Is that my blood?" Elena asks noticing his drink.
"Yep." He shrugs as Elena checks herself over.
"Why do I have a cut on my elbow?" She asks lifting her arm to look at it.
"Because you said if you squeeze your arm like this your 'juice' would come out faster." He says squeezing her arm together.
"Huh. Did it work?" She asks staring at her elbow curiously.
"I mean, kinda." He lifts his glass with an impressed expression.
"Let's do a group costume!" Stefan exclaims running around the Halloween shop like a hyperactive 10 year old.
"Sure thing, I just need to find a costume with a mask." Elena says with an amused smile at the younger Salvatore's antics.
Perusing the isles of costumes Elena turns to Damon with a smile and tilts her head towards Stefan, who's currently bouncing on the balls of his feet, waiting patiently for Elena to look around.
"I thought he'd calm down after eating breakfast but he seems to have gotten worse." She says making Damon nod his head in agreement.
"When do you think he'll come down?" She asks.
"I have not clue. This is the first time I've seen him feed without going all 'Rahh Grrrr.' It's honestly kinda weird." Damon adds after imitating a growl with his hands in claws.
"Let's just go with it, I guess." Elena shrugs turning back to the costumes.
"I fed, you guys! I fed, without ripping someone's head off and I didn't feel the need to kill anyone this morning, besides Damon. But that's normal. I don't have to eat dear anymore. I hate dear." Stefan rambles making Elena and Damon look at each other with a smirk.
"And we are so proud of you! But if you do rip someone's head off, we wont hold it against you." Elena says making Stefan lift her into a hug and spin.
"I know! Which is why I didn't kill anyone. There was no pressure, and it felt amazing!" He exclaims setting down a laughing Ellie.
"This could be good. Oh look, Catwoman and Poison Ivy both have masks." Elena says as they walk into the superhero isle.
"Oh this is perfect! I'll be Ivy and you guys be Batman and Robin." She says trying to keep a straight face at Damon'd disbelieving expression.
"I call Batman!" Stefan yells grabbing the black costume.
"No way in hell am I dressing in tights. Especially not red ones." Damon says snatching the costume out her hands and throwing it back on the rack.
"Okay, well it's either Robin or Bane. Your choice." She says holding up the two costumes.
"Fine. Bane it is. Why are you Poison Ivy instead of Catwoman or Supergirl?" Damon asks.
"Because Catwoman isn't nearly evil enough and Supergirl is not my style." She says holding up the red skirt.
"Plus Poison Ivy is totally hot and she banged Harley Quinn." Elena adds after a moment.
"True." Damon agreed.
"Why do you need a mask?" Stefan asks.
"This face is a hot commodity, Stef. And New York used to be Kitty Kat's stopping ground. That chick has tons of enemies of the attack first ask questions never variety." Elena shrugs.
"Why didn't you say anything before? Wait. Do you know where she is right now?" Damon asks.
"Because I like my heart where it is, thank you very much." She replies causing Damon to scoff.
"I would never hurt you." He rolls his eyes.
"This Damon wouldn't, but the emotionless, Katherine obsessed Damon from a few months ago would have."
"I wouldn't have and stop avoiding the question. Do you know where she is?"
"Yes, but I'm not gonna tell you." She says sternly.
"Why not?" He asks childishly.
"Because you're over it. That's what last night was about." She says like it's obvious.
"Fine." He concedes.
"We look awesome." Elena says after applying the last of her green makeup.
"I'm Batman." Stefan says in a gravelly tone flapping his cape making Damon roll his eyes.
"You merely adopted the dark, I was born- you get it." Damon gives up on the impression making Elena laugh.
"Alright, I'm ready. let's go." she says grabbing her bag.
The music drums through the warehouse filled with costumed bodies.
"God, I love this city." Elena says with a smirk adjusting her green masks, as they walk into the club.
"This is alright, but nothing will beat a 80's mosh pit." Damon says putting his arm around Ellie walking her to the bar.
"6 shots of vodka, please." Elena says, the bartender nods and turns around.
The bartender brings the shots and they take 2 each.
"Come on, let's dance." Elena says dragging them to the dance floor.
Elena is lost in the music when the pretty girl in a nurses costume she's dancing with turns her around.
"Feel like rolling down the hill? She asks while holding up a small baggy with jack-o-lantern shaped tablets.
"Only if your administering." Elena flirts making the girl grin and open her mouth, placing a tablet on her tongue.
Elena smirks and brings her into a kiss, transferring the pill to her own mouth.
Walking towards the bar Elena finds the brothers and pulls them into a hug.
"Hi guys." She says softly, rubbing Stefan's arm making him raise a brow.
"Hi, you good Ellie?" Damon asks in an amused tone causing her to release a relaxed breath.
"I don't think I have ever felt better." She says holding up the same small plastic baggy.
"What is that?" Stefan asks.
"Molly." Elena says a little to loudly.
"Where'd you get it?" Damon asks with a laugh, shaking his head.
"From the slutty nurse." Elena points in the girl's general direction.
"Why'd she give them to you?" Stefan asks confused, taking the bag from her hand.
"I don't finger bang and tell." Elena mock whispers earning a snort and a laugh from Damon.
"You gonna take it or not?" She asks Stefan who's looking at the pill curiously.
"It won't make me do anything crazy right?"
"No, it's basically just artificial serotonin." Elena shrugs.
"Don't mind if I do." Damon says with a smirk, taking a pill from Stefan and swallowing it.
"Alright, but if anything happens, you can't hold it against me." Stefan says taking the pill.
Dancing between two people, Elena reaches behind her and runs her hand through the short hair of the person behind her. While the girl in front of her runs her hand along Elena's neck.
As the girl is pulled away, Elena hears a very familiar voice.
"You're quite the dancer, love. Care to join me for a drink?" An amused Klaus Mikaelson says from behind her making Elena's breathing halt.
Whelp. There goes that high.
"Totally, but I've got to go to the restroom first." Elena says deepening her voice and all but sprinting away from him.
Elena power walks through the club looking for the brothers muttering under her breath.
"Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit."
Elena spots Damon and runs over to him and claps her hands in front of his, and the girl he's attached to's face.
"Code red, Damon. Code mothafucking red!" She whisper shouts.
Damon apologizes to the girl as Elena drags him away, looking for Stefan.
"Hey, guys!" Stefan greets pleasantly with blood on his mouth, pulling away from the neck of a guy dressed like a vampire.
"Isn't his costume rude? I think it's rude. I don't look like that." He sneers at the compelled or intoxicated man.
"Stef, no time. We gotta go." Elena says pulling him away.
"It's derogatory, is all I'm saying." Stefan defends.
"Ellie, what's wrong?" Damon asks noticing the way she keeps looking over her shoulder.
Suddenly, Elena's eyes go wide when she spots the costumeless, soon to be hybrid and pushes the brothers into a hidden corner.
"El, what are-" Elena cuts him off.
"Stefan, I swear to god if you don't shut the fuck up, I will shove a bouquet of vervain so far up your ass it'll give you a sore throat!" The brothers eyes widen at the very graphic and very serious description.
Elena peeks around the corner and releases a breath.
"Okay, let's go." She pulls them out of the club.
Once Elena found a diner she plopped down in a booth with a groan and dropped her head on the table.
"Ugh, this sucks." She said with her head still face down.
"You gonna tell us what happened now?" Damon asks gently lift her head.
"You remember how I said this face is a hot commodity? Yeah? Well I just grinded on the reason why." She says with another groan, hitting the table with her head.
"I'll get the milkshakes." Stefan says with a sigh standing up and walking to the counter.
"And fries, please." Elena mumbles making the brothers smile at each other.
After Stefan walks back with the milkshakes Elena grabs one and immediately drink half.
"Aright, start from the beginning." Stefan says.
"Okay, 2000 years ago-" Damon interrupts.
"Maybe not that far back." He says with a grimace making her smile.
"Who was it you saw in the club?" He asks.
"Klaus Mikaelson."
"And who's he?" Stefan asks.
"The original hybrid."
"What now?" Damon asks confused
"Okay, you know the myth about the original vampires, the first vampires to ever walk the earth?" She asks making them nod.
"Well he's the fourth oldest."
"You said hybrid." Stefan says.
"You're not gonna understand unless I tell you the whole story."
"Okay. Start with him." Damon says.
"1000 years ago-" Damon interrupts again.
"Oh my god." He mutters making Elena roll her eyes at him.
"There was this Viking family who lost a child so they moved from Europe to, what is now, Mystic Falls. They then had a bunch more kids, then the youngest died, so the mother, who's a witch by the way, turned her kids and husband into the first vampires. But when they woke up they were hella blood thirsty and drained a bunch'a bitches. When the middle child, which does not surprise me, killed a someone, his bones started breaking and his eyes turned yellow. Spoiler alert! Mumsies was a huge hoe, and had, had and affair with one of the local werewolves, yes werewolves exist. Surprise! Anyway, thus the original hybrid! The witch bitch cursed her own kid and locked away his wolf using doppelblood. So Niklaus, his full name, has been looking for doppelgängers for a 1000 years. He caught one about 500 under years ago but she got away. Yes, your looks of realization are necessary. He's the reason Katherine, who used to be Katerina, faked her death in 1864." Elena takes a deep breath as the Salvatores process what she just told them.
"Sorry if I was all over the place, I'm still pretty loaded." She says slurping her milkshake.
"Okay, so because we are magical beings we can be used in spells?" Stefan asks making Elena nod her head.
"You stored your blood for him, doesn't that mean you're planning on meeting him anyway? Why'd you run?" Damon asks.
"Excellent question, Ocean Eyes. I have a plan. Bumping into him on the dance floor of a trashy warehouse party in New York on Halloween, is not in that plan. I still need Rose and Trevor to contact Eli, then convince him to give up his revenge plan, then I need to set a wolf trap, then we can contact klaus. I can't risk anything. As much as I adore him, he will kill you all the minute he thinks I'm playing him." She explains.
"He sounds delightful." Damon says sarcastically.
"Stefan thought so. They were in love in the 20's." Elena says causing Stefan to choke on his milkshake.
"What? I don't even know him." He says.
"Kidding. God, I wish. You were banging his sister. Klaus compelled you to forget them so papa OG wouldn't kill you." Elena says.
"What do you mean compelled?" Damon asks.
"Originals can compel other vampires, which means you need to start drinking vervain. You'll also build up a tolerance, just in case someone tries to hurt you." She tells them.
"But, the real question we need to be asking is if Klaus knows it was me." Elena says with a thoughtful expression.
"Because if he knew I was a doppelgänger, he could have been playing the long game. And he if didn't notice, he's the world worst super villain. Either way, we need to get the hell out of this city." She says.
"I doubt he knows, he wouldn't have let you out of his sight, right?" Damon asks.
"I guess. Can we just take a moment to appreciate the fact that if he didn't know it was me, he definitely wanted to fuck me. Or drain me. Honestly, I'd be into either. So hot." Elena says with a sigh making the brother roll their eyes, smiling, knowing she's back to normal.
"Come on, El. Let's go home." Stefan says staying up and taking her hand.