Nik grunted and flashed golden eyes to the brunette slayer, getting angry at the hits he was receiving. It hurt more than he cared to admit. She was no better, sporting a few bruises on her body and a black eye already.

"I'm bored already, can we stop?" He asked still wary of the way she was behaving. He knew they would leave soon, and was only entertaining Faith because Caroline begged him. Something to do with Elijah and of course, their wench of a mother. "Are you willing to tell me what happened between you and my brother?"

"Why do you fucking care? You seemed pretty content with killing me because that whore of woman you call a mother got me under her claws to do what she wanted. Distract you." She grunted and cursed, feeling tired. She was definitely getting older and it was showing. She got tired so easily this days... Well, maybe if she died everything would be eas-

"Did you hear anything I said?" Faith snapped and eyed the hybrid with a poker face. She shrugged her shoulders and stretched, not bothering to confirm what he already knew."Oh, bloody hell. Don't be stupid like my brother, Faith. We both know that you're not like him." The brunette turned and glared at him, arching an eyebrow.

"Really? Wait... You're actually right. He's all noble and all that shit, and I am just a rogue slayer with anger issues. So, yeah, we're definitely not the same." Forcing a smile, the woman turned to leave her brother in law alone but he caught her wrist and sighed heavily. "What?"

"If you give up just because of what my mother did, then you're better away from my family." She opened and closed her mouth a couple times, trying to come up with a retort, an answer, anything. But nothing came. Shrugging her shoulders she just went inside the mansion and left the hybrid alone.

After showering and putting on more comfortable clothes, the slayer went to the kitchen, finding the two youngest Mikaelsons together, which could only mean trouble. The table was set for only three people, currently the number of people there. Narrowing her eyes, she caught a bottle of bourbon and poured the drink in a cup, drinking it slowly, waiting for the inevitable talk they were going to have.

"You can sit, Faith. You're not going to get out of here."

"What the hell do you mean, Rebekah?"

"Kol asked your friend and the Bennett witch to spell the kitchen. We're the only ones to be here and no one will know what we talk about here. You're welcome." Confused, Faith turned around trying to get out, but there was an invisible barrier preventing her from leaving. Just like Rebekah said. Rolling her eyes, she went to the table and sat down, choosing what to eat. At least this way she wouldn't have to talk. Or so she thought. She was with them when they were human, of course they wouldn't have changed in a thousand years...

"Look, I know what you're trying to do and I appreciate it, but... Elijah's right..." So much for not talking to the siblings... Getting eggs and bacon, she stuffed her mouth and ignored the looks she recieved from them, continuing to eat as slowly as possible.

"Yes, well... We don't agree with brother dearest. You made Elijah better, Faith!"

"Maybe when he was human... We discussed this before, Bekah... We're different now."

"You most definitely are not different. And let's face it. Elijah never smiles. I've seen first hand how he is not brooding anymore. Not like he always is." Faith smiled but shook her head, not buying it.

"He's pushing you away and you're sad. We get it. But, dear sister... I never thought you were going down without a fight." The brunette slayer froze feeling like she was punched. Not in a million years did Faith think she was going to be a helpless crying mess over a man.

"I'm not stupid. Elijah doesn't want me."

"Keep believing that. If it makes you happy. Or at least, not so miserable." He groaned after the hit he got from his sister, who was looking at him like she was going to murder him.

"I'll dagger you if you say another stupid thing. But, sister, he's not that wrong... Elijah's just pushing you away so that you can live without feeling like you owe him something. It's his sorry way to say he's letting you go. How you choose to go now... It's your choice."

The trip back to New York was one Faith never believed she was comfortable with. Even though they were all on good terms, the brunette slayer still thought she was going to have a big headache. And boy, wasn't she always on point on this type of predictions?

For nearly a week, Faith had been able to train the slayers without any incidents, which was ringing alarm bells inside her head. Even if she was ignoring it for the sake of keeping her sanity intact after all that shit in Mystic Falls. She finally let the girls go early that evening and went to a bar with Willow. They were already a little tipsy from the drinks when familiar faces approached them. The brunette smirked and got up, dragging Spike with her to dance. Meanwhile, Willow was talking to Robin, since he was the owner of the place they were training the girls, Caroline included. Speak of the devil, she shall appear. It was one of Faith's favorite songs playing and she was grinding on Spike without a care in the world, until he suddenly disappeared. Frowning, the slayer looked behind her and saw the last person she was expecting. "Elijah?"