The four supernatural creatures stayed in the very expensive hotel that night. While Klaus and Stefan each had their own room, Rebekah had practically forced Ayla into sharing a room with her. Rebekah was determined to get caught up on everything from the past ninety years, and she figured what better way to learn how to fit in than to make friends with a teenage girl from this century. So Rebekah had compelled a few humans to come and give them manicures and pedicures in their hotel room, while they shared wine and talked about what the immortal had missed.

Come next morning, Rebekah had worn one of Ayla's outfits, although she had already seemed a little discouraged by the fashion choices of the 21st century. She was not exactly interested in any of Ayla's clothing, and she made it very obvious. So Ayla, Klaus and Stefan were all being forced to go shopping with the newly awakened Original.

"Come on, Ayla." Rebekah held her hand, pulling her into the store, while the men followed behind them. She looked down at the tank top, jeans, and sneakers. "You must want to change your style a little bit."

"Not really…"

"Well, we will anyway." Rebekah took two glasses of champagne, handing one to Ayla as Klaus and Stefan sat down in the chairs. Rebekah nodded towards a stylist before compelling her. "Get me and my friend some of your most stylish dresses."

"I don't know about this, Rebekah…"

"Well, I have no idea about the current trends as I've been daggered for the last 90 years." She gave Klaus an unimpressed look as he smirked before she looked down at Ayla's outfit. "Clearly, I would imagine you aren't quite familiar with the current trends either. So we'll find some beautiful dresses and then we'll impress the men of the 21st century." The stylist came back with a few dresses for each of them.

"Go ahead, love." Klaus nodded. "My treat for your wonderful company."

"You're gonna pay, now? Or just compel?"

"We'll see how I feel after I get to see you all dressed up." Ayla rolled her eyes and took the dresses the stylist held out to her. She went into the dressing room next to Rebekah and found herself trying on a form fitting white dress with cut outs just above her waistline. She was just about to exit the dressing room to see what Rebekah thought when she heard the girl groan out.

"There has to be more to this dress."

"There's not." Klaus said, hearing Rebekah open the curtain and walk out of the dressing room.

"So women in the 21st century dress like prostitutes, then? You know, I got dirty looks for wearing trousers."

"You wore trousers so women today could wear nothing." She could hear the smirk on Klaus' face.

"So you were like one of the pioneers of modern feminism?" Ayla spoke up as she continued to look at herself in the mirror.

"Well, for centuries women were oppressed by selfish men. Many still are." Rebekah gave a dirty look at her older brother. "But I always wanted women to know that they can triumph when they're brave enough to fight for themselves."

"Yes, you should have seen her handiwork in New Orleans." Klaus took a sip of his champagne as he rolled his eyes. "Murdering the lot of men. She inspired a yearly tradition."

"The Casket Girls?" Ayla asked, sounding mesmerized. She remembered her mother teaching her about them when she was a child. "You were one of them?"

"I saved them." Rebekah smiled. "Because all of us girls have got to stick together."

"Yes, once she had even eaten a man who said that women shouldn't get the right to vote. Ah, my vampire sister, a true pioneer of equality and fighting her oppressors by eating them." Klaus spoke sarcastically.

"I think it's kind of poetic." Ayla mumbled to herself in the dressing room as Rebekah glared at her brother.

"Don't be an ass." Rebekah spoke with a twinge of disgust. "Now back to this century, what is this music? It sounds like a cable car accident."

"It's dance music."

"People dance to this?" She asked, confused as she groaned out again. "Ayla, your turn."

Ayla opened the curtain and Rebekah turned around, moving off of the platform so Ayla could show off her dress. She looked to Klaus and his eyes trailed her body and then went back up to her face, his lips parted as his eyes widened.

"Now that is what I mean." Rebekah stared at her, clearly entranced by the dress. "Why did I get this monstrosity of a dress and you got the tasteful, beautiful one? You're buying it."

"I don't know, Rebekah…"

"You look stunning, Ayla." Klaus told her with a genuine smile on his face, Ayla just looked at herself in the mirror once more. She heard him clear his throat before looking up, both making eye contact in the mirror. "Most beautiful girl in the room."

"See? Nik likes it. But more importantly, I like it." Rebekah smirked at the two of them. "You have to get it!"

"Okay." She nodded in agreement, the slight blush still sprinkled on her cheeks. She felt absolutely beautiful in the dress, especially with both Rebekah and Klaus complimenting her so much. "With compulsion or money?"

"I'm feeling quite kind right now. So I guess we'll buy it."

"He must really enjoy seeing you in that dress." Rebekah started with a snarky tone, but there was a hint of playfulness in it as well. "Nik is never kind."

"Are you done?" Klaus asked his sister in annoyance.

"Oh, and why are you so grumpy?" She asked. "You have champagne in your glass and a beautiful girl in a stunning dress standing right in front of you. What more could you possibly need, brother?"

"I needed one thing from you for my witch to find out why my hybrids are dying, one thing. Your necklace. And you lost it."

"I didn't lose it. It's just been missing for 90 years." She twirled in her dress. "So what do you think, Stefan?"

"I… like it." She gave him a disappointed look. "What? I said I like it."

"I can always tell when you're lying, Stefan."

"Nice one, good work." Klaus scoffed, looking to Ayla again who just stood there feeling a little self-conscious by the way Klaus was looking at her. Though he clearly liked the dress, his eyes wouldn't leave her and that made her slightly nervous.

"You're the one that pulled the dagger out of her."

"I heard that." She called from the dressing room.

"Ayla, why don't you go change and pack that dress up so it can be sent to our hotel. Then I can make good on my promise and show you around Chicago." She nodded and got dressed quickly. She walked out of the dressing room and he held his hand out to her. "Accompany me on a little tour?"

"Where are we going?"

"Well, that is going to be a surprise." He escorted her out of the building. "We don't have too much time, so I want to show you one of my favorite places in this whole city." They walked quietly for a while, Ayla just taking in all of the sights. She knew she probably looked like a typical tourist, taking pictures with the camera he had given her and looking amazed at the different buildings and graffiti, but she didn't care. She had even snuck a photo or two of him as he walked beside her.

"The Art Institute of Chicago." She read the sign of the building they stopped in front of and smiled at him. "An art museum. I should have known." He opened the door for her and walked into the museum together.

"You like art. I like art. I figured I would show you the best place to see art in this city." He walked slowly with her as she examined some of the pieces. "Do you only draw?"

"Drawing is the only thing I'm decent at." She smiled. "What about you? Do you like to draw?"

"I dabble in drawing. Mostly, I prefer painting. Oils, acrylics, pastels. I enjoy it all."

"I would like to see them. Your paintings." She told him with a small smile.

"I'll have to show you one day." He returned the smile and continued walking with her. "Forgive the intrusion, but I have been wondering something. You have a surprisingly pure, kind heart. A light inside of you." She looked at him with wide eyes, unsure where exactly he was taking this conversation. "How did you trigger your curse? I don't exactly take you as a murderer." She sighed and sat down on one of the benches in the middle of the museum. He let her sit alone for a moment before he slowly moved to sit next to her on the bench.

"It was an accident." She told him, looking at the piece of art across from her. Fitting it was one that made her feel melancholy. It practically radiated sadness. "I had gotten into an argument with my dad and my step-mom that night about wanting to go to some stupid high school party. I needed to clear my head so I snuck out of the house and went for a drive by myself. It was raining and the roads were wet. I just… lost control of the car. Crashed into Elena's parents car, and theirs went off the bridge. Her parents died. I don't remember anything else, all I know is that I woke up in the hospital with my uncle at my bedside and for the next full moon, he warned me that I would grow fur and a tail." She had tears in her eyes as she tried to laugh off the story. "It's strange, isn't it? You would do anything to connect to your werewolf side and I would do anything to suppress mine."

"I had already been turned into a vampire and I made my first human kill." Klaus opened up to her, clearing his throat. "That's when we found out my mother was unfaithful and that the father I knew all my life, was not actually my father at all. I had become his greatest shame. He thought of me as an abomination. And my mother, well she is the one that put the curse on me to suppress my werewolf side, but you know that I still endured the pain of each and every full moon. After she put the curse on me, she turned her back on me and with the exception of my visions of you, I was left completely alone." She grabbed his hand, trying to comfort him as he clearly felt all too vulnerable with the tears pooling in his eyes.

"No one should ever have to experience anything like that, Klaus." She told him, feeling his shame, but also the comfort and the solace of being with her. Of touching her.

"We should get going." He cleared his throat and stood up from the bench, but he didn't let go of her hand as they walked slowly out of the museum and through the streets of the city.

Klaus let go of Ayla's hand before they walked into Gloria's bar, moving quickly to open the door for her. Ayla moved towards Rebekah, feeling unusually comforted by the girl. She was unsure of why, but she had realized that she genuinely liked the Original in the short span of time that she had known her. She was easy to talk to and clearly a complicated girl who was just trying to find her way through this life, just like Ayla was. And for that reason they had connected quite easily. Rebekah had even gone as far as calling her a friend.

"You two left me all alone." She told them, sprawled out on the bar top like some sort of model. Ayla and Rebekah sat near each other as Klaus hovered over Gloria. The two girls were talking about some of the things Rebekah had experienced in her long lifetime. She had shared stories of her fight for gender and racial equality throughout the centuries. And she had shared stories of her time spent in Copenhagen in the sixteenth century. Ayla listened intently to the Original's stories, and Rebekah was just happy to have someone to talk to who wasn't her brother.

"There you are, Stefan." Rebekah looked at him entering the bar. "You left."

"Yeah, sorry. Retail therapy was making my head explode." He walked over to them. "What's she doing?"

"She's failing." Klaus spoke up, taking a sip of his drink, obviously annoyed at the witch and at his sister who had been talking for nearly an hour straight.

"It's hard to find something when you don't have anything to go on." Gloria gave Klaus a dirty look.

"So use me." Rebekah hopped off the bar. "I only wore it for a thousand years."

"See? Now this one offers a solution." She put her hand out. "Alright, give me your hand, sweetheart."

"She's, uh, she's looking for the necklace, huh?"

"Yup." Ayla spoke up, eyeing Stefan suspiciously as Gloria began doing her spell.

"I found it." Gloria spoke up, Ayla saw the sense of hope in both Klaus' and Rebekah's eyes, but as she looked back over to Stefan, she saw the slightest bit of fear in his.

"So where is it?"

"It doesn't work like that, doll. I get images. There's a girl with her friends-"

"Yes, a dead girl with dead friends, if I don't get my necklace back."

"Well, I'll have to dive back in to get the details."

"So dive." Klaus pushed, walking over to her.

"I need more time." Klaus leaned down to her. "And space. You're harshing my ju-ju."

"We can wait." He told her. "If you need a little more help, I'm sure Ayla would be willing. Do you mind, love?"

"I can try."

"No." Gloria said sternly. Ayla felt the worry radiating off of her when Klaus mentioned her name. "That's not what I asked and I already said I'm not letting her see inside my head which is exactly what she would do the second we joined hands."

"Hey, you know, why don't we just come back later. I'm hungry anyway." Stefan spoke quickly before clapping a hand on Klaus' back. Ayla looked between the Salvatore and the witch, wondering what was going on and why they were both seemingly nervous. "I'll let you pick who we eat."

Klaus just nodded, looking at Gloria suspiciously before beginning to walk out of the bar. He turned back to look at Ayla, putting his arm out to her, telling her to lead in front of him. She walked slowly behind the two other vampires choosing instead to walk with him.

"Are you sure you can trust this witch, Klaus?" Ayla asked him quietly, even though she knew that both Stefan and Rebekah were both able to hear her.

"I don't trust any witch that isn't you." He admitted. "Do you feel something?"

"I'm not sure." She shook her head, both of them continuing to walk behind Stefan and Rebekah.

They ended up at the storage facility again, all three of the vampires compelling a group of friends to come with them and not to scream. Ayla just rolled her eyes and continued walking past them, not wanting to watch them hurt or kill innocent people. She stood near all of the caskets by herself, once again wondering why Klaus had his family in coffins and transported them all over the country with him. She wondered why he insisted on daggering them to begin with. It didn't really make sense to her. Ayla was about to lift one of the caskets to see who it held when Rebekah spoke up after sighing.

"My girl's dead. I'm bored." Rebekah spoke out to the two men that were still feeding on their meals.

"And I'm hungry for like… real human food." Ayla announced, moodily as she walked back over to them. "You know because I'm like… a real human."

"We will make sure you eat, Ayla." Klaus pulled his mouth off the dead girl, looking over to Stefan. "You weren't kidding about being hungry."

"Yeah." Stefan sighed out in relief. "It's been a long day."

"Try being related to her." Klaus said with a smirk.

"You're being mean." Rebekah sounded upset, causing Stefan to laugh. "And why are you being mean? You used to love me."

"It's been 90 years, Rebekah. Give him a minute."

"Why are you taking his side?"

"Because, my dear sister, I feel pity for any man who doesn't give you what you want."

"Will you stop making me out to be a brat? I am not a brat!" Rebekah whined.

"A thousand years of life experience says otherwise."

"You're not exactly a walk in the park yourself, Klaus." Ayla spoke up sitting next to Rebekah on the crate. She smiled at him and he just gave her a warning look. Rebekah looked over to her with a grateful look on her face and Ayla just smiled at the younger Original.

"She's right." Stefan spoke up. "I mean, I've only spent one summer with you and I feel like I want to blow my head off."

"Oh and like you're any better." Ayla spoke up again. "Mr. Broody."

"Fantastic. I knew I liked you." Rebekah laughed at Ayla's comments about both her brother and her ex-lover. Stefan eyed the witch with an annoyed look before standing up from his seat, dropping his dead girl onto the ground.

"I need to go."

"Where's he going?" Rebekah asked.

"To write a name on a wall. It's a long story." Klaus stood up. "And now we are going to get Ayla something to eat."

They had walked only a few minutes down the road before they found a restaurant. The two Originals only ordered drinks while Ayla politely ordered a veggie burger and French fries. Rebekah looked at her strangely and Ayla couldn't help but shake her head in confusion.

"What?"

"A burger made from vegetables?" Rebekah questioned, confused by the term.

"It's a burger for vegetarians."

"You're a vegetarian werewolf?" Rebekah's eyes widened at the girl. "I think I have heard it all now."

"My mom was a vegetarian. That's the way she raised me." Ayla smiled. "After she died and I moved in with my dad and step-mom, I wanted to continue eating that way, so I did. Plus, it helped that they absolutely despised it."

After her dinner, Klaus and Ayla decided to go check in on Gloria to see if she had made any progress on locating the necklace, while Rebekah went back to the storage facility to meet with Stefan. They walked into the bar, seeing that it was still closed, even though it was well past opening hours.

"She's gone." Klaus spoke with an exasperated tone, looking around the bar. He was very obviously annoyed that the witch had abandoned them, but Ayla knew that she didn't just up and leave. She could feel it.

"She's dead."

"What?"

"I can feel her energy. She's dead, Klaus. She died violently." She looked around. "If we find her body, I might be able to tell you what happened."

"We don't have the time, Ayla. We need to get to Rebekah and Stefan, then we need to find a new witch."

"What about me?" She asked, walking with him down the street and towards the storage facility, trying to keep up with his fast strides. "I can do it."

"You're not strong enough in your powers just yet." He told her. "Gloria has been a witch for a very long time. She's had decades to learn about her abilities. We need to find someone stronger." He opened the door for her and walked quickly inside the warehouse. "Gloria's gone. She's dead. We need to find a new witch immediately." He told Rebekah and Stefan, but they both looked uncomfortable. "What's going on?"

"Something's wrong. He was asking about Mikael." Rebekah said, Klaus eyed the vampire down. "He's not with us, Nik. I can sense it."

"She's wrong." Stefan told him. "Klaus…"

"Ayla. What does Stefan feel right now?" She didn't want to answer, not wanting to be the cause of Stefan being hurt, or worse. "I won't kill him, Ayla. Just tell me what he feels."

"He's panicking." Klaus immediately ran up to him and snapped his neck, knocking the younger Salvatore brother out cold. Her eyes widened as she looked back at the hybrid. "You said you wouldn't hurt him."

"No, I said I wouldn't kill him." He told her. "I hurt him before he tried to hurt any of us. Get your things together, sweetheart. We're heading back to Mystic Falls."

AN: Sorry it's been a while since I've updated. Hope you guys enjoy this one!