Chapter 3

Elijahs POV

I walked away from the compound feeling very confused. I tried to remember what I came to do for Niklaus, but I couldn't. As I drove home it bothered me deeply. I arrived back at the Plantation house and found Rebekah and Sophie Deveraux in the living room. They turned to me as I entered.

"Did you get it?" Sophie asked.

"Get what?" I asked clearly confused. Rebekah stared at me.

"You've been compelled! Niklaus compelled you! How could he do that?" She screeched. Niklaus entered the room.

"How could I do what, sister?" He asked sighing.

"You compelled our brother to forget the hair of the girl that tried to kill you last night!" She screeched.

"Why on Earth would I do that?" He asked.

"Because she is probably Marcel's right hand." Sophie said shrugging.

"No. That's Thierry." Rebekah said crossing her arms. Sophie huffed, clearly annoyed.

"Will a picture or a sketch help put a spell on her?" Niklaus asked her.

"Yeah. You got one?' She said.

"One moment." He said running off. He returned a few moments later with a sketched out photo. He held it out to her and she took it. She started setting up everthing on the coffee table.

"You sketched her brother?" I asked curiously.

"Of course I did. She might have been a pain in the ass but she also had beautiful features." He said smirking. Sophie started chanting the spell. All of a sudden Sophie gasped and shot up from her spot.

"No! I can't! I can't do a spell on her! Are you crazy? Do you even know who she is? What she is?" She screamed at Niklaus.

"Sophie." He started to say. But he was stopped short when she gasped again and fell towards the floor. Niklaus caught her.

"She's dead." He said dropping her body.

"So that's what she meant. I didn't believe her." I said looking at Sophie.

"Believe who brother?" Niklaus asked clearly irritated.

"Isabella. She told me it would end badly for the witch who would try to cast a spell or hex her. After that everything is a blur." I said looking at him. He sped over to me and grabbed my head.

"Remember." He said trying to compel me. I felt a slight tug but nothing.

"I can't." I said sighing. He growled and released me.

"That girl! I want to know who and what she is now!" He yelled as he stalked off.

"He's really pissed at this girl." Rebekah said picking up the sketch. She stared at it and looked up at me.

"She's real pretty." She said. I took the sketch from her and looked at it. He had sketched her from when he asked who she was and she was smilling.

"Yes he is." I said nodding. She giggled as I walked off to my study. I sat down with a glass of bourbon and studied the sketch. She was beautiful, with her devilish smile, her doe brown eyes, dark brown hair, full lips. Something about her drew me to her. I don't know how long I sat there for but Niklaus walked in later that afternoon.

"Marcel has invited us to dinner to tomorrow night." He said handing me an invitation. I looked at it and nodded.

"You think it's a trap?" I asked him.

"If it is, we need to be prepared." He said sighing. He walked to my bar and poured him a drink.

"And what of Isabella? She's on Marcel's side and will be on guard the entire time." I said standing.

"We will handle the girl, even if we have to kill her." He said shrugging.

"Tell me Niklaus, how does Marcel even know Isabella?" I asked topping off my drink.

"He didn't say." He said.

"Think you can dig out some information on her?" I asked. He smirked and downed his drink.

"Of course." He said walking off. I smirked and looked at my drink. For some reason I had the feeling we wouldn't be getting our answers from Marcel, we will have to ask Isabella. I flipped through our mothers grimoire while I waited for his return. Some time later he came stalking in angrily.

"How did it go with Marcel?" I asked him.

"He wouldn't say! He said we would have to ask Isabella and when I did she just told me to keep thinking and it will come to me!" He snapped. I had to give Isabella props for attitude.

"You can't help not knowing can you brother?" I asked him.

"No! She's able to kill cold ones, fight off a hybrid, kill a witch without even touching her, and fling a 100 vampires away with the wave of her hands! She's something. She's not a witch nor a vampire. What is she?" He growled. He growled again as he stalked out of my office. I smirked and applauded the girl. She was the only one who got under my brothers skin and lived to tell the tale. She was a mystery.