It was a very easy thing to break into the Lockwood manor. He was already invited in and the boy, Tyler, was dead asleep in a drunken stupor on the couch. The from door was left unlocked because everyone was under the stupid impression that "nothing ever happens in Mystic Falls," well something was about to happen. And that something was Klaus.

Klaus looked around the room. Bottles and take out bags were strewn all around the living room and Tyler lay prone on the couch, snoring up a storm. Klaus sighed as he looked at the mess. His Caroline would never allow this. If Klaus was going to fall into a drunken stupor (something that happened quite often when he was first turned) he was going to do it in the lap of luxury. Klaus turned away from the living room and made his way into the study.

His eyes scanned the room. It was immaculate. It seemed that Tyler was avoiding the room where his mother was murdered. That was good that means that he did not have the moonstone. Klaus walked into the room and opened the drawers on the desk. He looked through them and checked them for false bottoms.

"If I were a moonstone where would I be?" Klaus murmured to himself. He opened the cabinets and pulled books of the shelves. "Where the hell is it?"

There was no way that he would be able to ask Mayor Lockwood without bulldozing his way through the entire police precinct and making a scene and that would not do. Caroline would be furious with him and it would ruin his plans. No he was playing the long game and he was going to win it.

Klaus walked over to the carpet and kicked at the corners. Maybe a hidden floor piece? The first three corners revealed nothing but the last corner revealed a small hatch. Klaus smiled. Just what he was looking for. He bent over to pull up the false floor.

There were some documents and a small box. Klaus pulled at the top of the box and the lock broke. He smiled as he saw the small white stone that sat in the box. Exactly what he needed. Klaus rose with the moonstone in his hand and slipped it into his pocket.

"Gonna leave without saying goodbye?"

Klaus turned around just in time to dodge the fire poker that was aimed for his head. He moved underneath the hit and looked into the face of the angry and still probably drunk Tyler. The boy swung the fire poker again and Klaus dodged each hit, his vampire reflexes too fast for the mere human.

"You killed my mother! You got my father arrested!" Tyler cried out with every swing of the poker. Klaus smiled before he grabbed the poker in his hands and pulled it from Tyler's hands. Tyler looked shocked at his strength and he smiled before he grabbed Tyler by the neck.

"You really should have let me come and go without any issue. Now, I have to make you suffer," Klaus said with a slight pout. He reached his arm back intent to rip his heart out when his phone rang. It rang out in the annoying pop beat that Caroline had assigned for herself.

Klaus sighed and looked into Tyler's eyes. "Stay here and shut up." Tyler crashed to the ground when Klaus let him go. He picked up his phone. "Hello love."

"Klaus! Where are you?" Caroline chirped.

"I'm at the Lockwood manor dealing with some business."

"The moonstone?"

"Of course love."

"And do you have it?"

"Yes, I do in fact." Klaus pulled the stone from his pocket to stare at it. It glistened in the yellow sunlight that was seeping into the room. He flipped in the air like a coin and caught it. "I have it right in my hands."

"Good, so I'll see you at home."

"Sure, just have to deal with a pest."

"Klaus…who are you going to kill without me." Klaus could practically hear her pout over the phone.

"No one just the Lockwood boy."

"Klaus no! Don't kill him!"

"What? Why not?"

"Keep him. If things don't work out with Richard then you could make him a werewolf and finish the ritual with him. And if not well, you need a werewolf in order to turn him into a hybrid."

"That's why I adore you love. Always looking out for me."

"It is what I do best." The hung up soon after that and Klaus turned his eyes to the Lockwood boy. He was gone from his spot and Klaus rolled his eyes. Maybe he should have specified that he could not move from that spot instead of the vague statement of stay here.

"Come out Tyler. I am not going to hurt you," Klaus called out. He jogged up the steps towards Tyler's room and opened the door. Nothing, just a mess of clothes and the stench of boy. Klaus left that room and headed to the master bedroom. The room was stately and clean. He looked around the room again and found nothing. He turned and a body crashed into him.

Klaus was slammed against the wall of the master bedroom and fists rained down upon him. "I have had enough of you!" Klaus roared. He grabbed Tyler by the shoulders and reversed their position. He slammed Tyler against the wall and looked at him with a fierce look in his eyes.

"You are going to stay here and wallow in your own filth until I call you. You will not leave this house. You will not contact your friends and you will stay here until I come and fetch you. Do you understand?" Klaus said.

"Yes," Tyler intoned. Klaus nodded his head and then dropped Tyler to the ground. The misty, dreamy look left Tyler's eye and he gasped. "You can't do this to me. You can't just use me and keep me trapped here."

"That's the funny thing Tyler. I can. And I already did. You will not leave this house until I give the word. Have fun by yourself." Klaus said with a cheeky grin.

He fingered the moonstone in his pocket as whistled while he waked out of the manor. He had his moonstone, he had his girl, and soon enough he would have the rest of the world. He would be soon be the king of everything. It was only a matter of time.

Everyone needed guidance. Even the biggest fool understood that. everyone needed guidance and understanding from someone who had walked the path that they had walked and could offer them a word of advice. It was only natural for people to seek out advice from one another and it only made sense that witches sought out advice from other witches. The thing was Shiela wasn't sure if they would talk to her.

She had tried to talk to Emily and only received the cold shoulder. The woman wanted nothing to do with her and did not want to talk to her. A lot of her ancestors did not want to talk to her. Shiela knew that the choice that she had made, offering herself to Klaus, was something that she was going to suffer the consequences of. She knew that this could have happened, but she would think that one of her ancestors would want to talk to her.

Shiela sighed and put down the relic of her ancestors, an aged watch. What could she do? She needed help. She did not want to do what she was doing, but Bonnie was off training with the Original Pain and she needed to make sure that she was safe. She needed to ensure that the Bennett line continued long after they were there.

She needed to go farther back. She needed to search for ancestors that she had never even knew of. Shiela rose from in front of the fire place and walked into the kitchen. She pulled a knife from the cutting board and held it over her hand. It was never easy doing something painful. It was just like a needle, Shiela reassured herself.

She slashed the knife across her hand and gripped it tight. Blood welled in between her fingers and she rushed over to the spell circle that she had laid out in front of the fireplace. She dripped blood on to the watch and recited the words. "Sanguis sanguinis mei ad me venit auxilium tuum et dirige me in sapientia tua inniti mihi."

She repeated the words faster and faster feeling the power swell with in her. She could hear the voices of her ancestors. They were whispering and shouting, they were cackling and crying. She could hear every ancestor but she needed someone old. She needed someone who could tell her more about the Originals.

She sent out images of Klaus and Kol, knowing that their faces had not changed since the time they were human. Someone had to know them. Someone had to recognize them from when they were human. "Help me," Shiela whispered under her breath.

It was then that Shiela felt a spot of silence. One of her ancestors was not talking. They were not saying a thing as she took in the face of Klaus and Kol. This ancestor was not reacting with the vitriol and disgust that the other ancestors were. They were silent, contemplative and Shiela reached out.

Shiela gasped and opened her eyes to a village. There was children running around and a big tree in the center of the village.

"You know of Niklaus and Kol?" A voice asked. Shiela whirled around to face a dark skinned woman. Her hair was in loose waves and her face was young if not a little aged. Shiela nodded her head.

"I think he goes by Klaus now," Shiela said.

"Bah names change but the person at heart is always the same."

"Where are we?" Shiela looked around and she was sure that this place was familiar. Not too far away she could hear rushing water. The woman shrugged her shoulders.

"In what you now call Mystic Falls. It was first my village."

"And you are?"

"Ayana. And I know the two boys that you were projecting into the Other Side."

"Can you help me? One of them, Kol, he is training my granddaughter and he is teaching her dangerous magic. I have offered myself to Klaus in order to separate them but I am scared that she will do something rash if I don't stop her."

"I will help you with the problem of Niklaus and Kol." She began walking into the village. "Come follow me."

They walked into the village and Shiela took it all in. There were children playing with sticks while men and women worked. She saw men tilling the fields and women beating clothes over clotheslines. It was all so quaint and rustic like something you would see if you ever visited one of those Amish communities.

"I remember Niklaus and Kol. Kol once burgeoned with magic until his mother, my apprentice, took that away from him with her spell."

"You taught the witch that made them?"

"Yes. It was one of our family grimoires that contained the spell that the Original Witch used in order to create what you now call vampires. We did not know the affects that it would have on them when she first placed the spell. Everything we discovered, we discovered through chance."

They walked closer to the tree in the center of the village. Shiela spotted small purple plants that sat at the base of the tree. "Vervain."she commented.

Her ancestor looked down and nodded. "Yes, it was the plant that protected us from their Sight."

"You have to tell me how I can stop them. I need something so that I can beat them and keep them away from my granddaughter and this town."

Her ancestor glanced up at the tree. "I have already brought you to where you need to be."

"What?"

"This tree was burned because it was the one thing that could end them. It was the last weapon that our people hand until they burned it."

"So there is no more."

"That is not true. You are a servant of nature. You should always know that nature finds a way. Always."

Shiela's vision was tunneling and she knew that the trance was about to end. She called out quickly. "What is your name?"

"Ayana, child."

She snapped into focus, her blood still gushing out of the cut on her palm. She was back in her living room in front of the fireplace. Quickly, Shiela grabbed a pen and wrote down everything she remembered about the tree. The color of the wood and the vervain flowers at the base. She needed to remember this try and then she would boot up her old computer in order to find the tree.

She was going to end the Originals and save her granddaughter. All thanks to Ayana.

He saw her in the Grill. She was sitting by the bar with a drink in hand laughing with one of her friends. She was radiant. Her skin shone like copper and her eyes were luminous. She was everything that Kol wanted in that moment. So he did what any man would do when they saw a woman that they wanted at the bar: he bought her a drink.

Kol could hear the words that the man was saying to Bonnie. He saw him set down the drink in front of Bonnie and he saw Bonnie look in his direction. He raised a hand and gave her a slight smile. Bonnie rolled her eyes and rose from the bar, gathering her things. Kol sighed and downed his drink. He chased after Bonnie.

He rushed after Bonnie, grabbing the door when it would have separated them and following her in the street. The sun was setting, setting the sky into an explosion of colors though not stopping the brisk wind that was nipping at them all.

"Bonnie wait," Kol called out. "Wait." He reached out and grabbed her hand. He turned her around and looked at her.

Bonnie snatched her hand back from him and snarled. "This is the second time that you've grabbed me. If you do it again I'm popping your brain."

Kol held his hands up. "Bonnie I'm not trying to fight. I just want to talk."

"I have nothing to talk to you about."

"Bonnie please just listen to me—"

"You have had more than enough chances to be honest with me—"

"I just want to talk to you."

Bonnie stood there and started tapping her foot. Kol felt his tongue tied in his mouth. God why did talking to her have to be so hard. He had schmoozed and seduced women who were twice as powerful as her. He had talked to tsarinas and princesses and queens but this one little baby witch made it impossible for him to even talk. Gods above.

Kol sighed and rubbed his face. He just wanted to talk and now he had nothing to say. What could he say. Bonnie looked at him with her mouth skewed to one side.

"Well?" She demanded.

"Bonnie I—" Kol paused. What was the best way to go about this? "Bonnie I'm sorry for approaching you under false pretenses. It's just my family and their expectation and when Nik brings us together…"

"This is sounding less like an apology and more like an excuse."

"No, no. This is an apology. I am sorry Bonnie. I lead you to believe that I was something that I was not. And I don't want you to hate me. I really did enjoy the time that we spent together. And I was wondering if we could start again."

Bonnie looked at him with her brown eyes. Kol felt as though his insides were big examined with the way that Bonnie's eyes cut into him. Gosh this was humiliating. He wanted nothing more than to sink into the ground. Never before had someone made him apologize like this. Hell he could barely remember the last time that he apologized to someone. He was so used to taking what he wanted and never asking for it.

God he was really beginning to sound like Nik.

"Fine. I accept your apology," she said. Kol sighed and but then Bonnie spoke again. "But I don't think we can be friends."

Kol's heart stopped in his chest. "What why not?"

"Listen Kol I had fun when we were together and like going out with you and learning magic if fun and all but you're a vampire. I'm a witch. We are natural enemies. We can't just hang out together and ignore that."

"Bonnie the world is not as black and white as it seems. I know several witches that hang out with vampires."

"Oh yeah and are any of them alive?"

Kol paused to think about that one. Were any of them still alive? It had been a white since he had checked up on some of his witch friends. He needed to go through his phone and make sure that they were all alive still. Bonnie stared at him with a knowing look.

"You see that is what I mean. I cannot hang out with you knowing what you are. You kill people in order to survive. I can't hang out with you and be right with my conscious."

"Bonnie…" he reached out to grab her hand but she slipped from his grasp.

"No Kol. I've made up my mind." Bonnie turned and walked away. Kol felt something in his chest crack. So then what was the point of the apology if she wasn't going to run into his arms and make everything return to what it was before.

Kol slumped where he stood. He moped his way back to his car and drove home. When he opened the door to the manor that his brother had gathered he could hear his siblings making a ruckus inside. Great, exactly what he needed an audience.

He sighed and went to the living room where Nik and Caroline were feeding from some woman neck. He slumped into an armchair across from them and Caroline puled away, her lips bloody.

"Kol! Food's in the kitchen if you want any!" Caroline said with a bright, bloody grin.

"Thanks not in the mood though," Kol muttered.

"Now why the long face brother?" Klaus asked wiping his mouth with a handkerchief. Kol sighed and sunk deeper into his seat.

"I just got dumped."

"Oh," Caroline said. "Too bad."

"No need to worry brother, I have some news for you," Klaus said brightly. "You're on werewolf duty!"

"Hurray…" Kol shook his hands with all the enthusiasm he could muster.

"Come now Kol. Who cares about a baby witch? You are an Original, there are plenty women for you to choose from."

Nik was right but he wanted Bonnie. He wanted her laughter and her smiles and he wanted her attention. He sighed and rose from his seat. He was going to sleep it off. When he opened the door to his room a woman was cowering in there. She was lithe with walnut skin. Her eyes were a little wide for her face but she had plump lips. If Kol tilted his head, she looked just like Bonnie.

"You know what maybe I will have a meal," Kol said as his fangs descended. The woman screamed.

If he could not have the real Bonnie, he would settle for the next best thing.

Author's Note: Sorry that I am posting this chapter a day late. I got caught up in a lot of things yesterday and I didn't remember to post this until two in the morning. Sorry for the delay. This is the last of what I wrote ahead so I have to head back into Scrivener and write the rest of Part Two which shouldn't be too long. Thank you for all the support!