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I've made a few cannon changes in this one which I think are small in the grand scheme of things, just so you know. But down the line it'll look very small compared to what I want to do next season. So that's a little heads up. Plus the thing I changed always bugged me in the show anyway. I understand they couldn't easily get around it, but with my OC there is a way around it so I'm going with it.

And, enjoy!

Chapter 36: Klaus

"Ugh. Who is this guy, Safari Sam?" complained Klaus from the closet, as he shifted through what clothes he had at his disposal. Trying to find something that suited his style, as well as that of the teacher he was currently possessing. And while he had been occupying himself with a supernatural version of dress up, Leiah had been, 'playing,' with Katerina. Or at least she had been until the fun got to loud and Klaus told her to stop. So now Katerina was sat in a chair opposite her, bound as if tied down, thanks to the compulsion Leiah had used on her.

"All right…now, how about a happy face?" asked Leiah, in a manner which suggested she wasn't really asking for Katerina's opinion. Knowing this, Katerina smiled happily, compelled to obey Leiah, as the Original vampire took yet another photograph on her phone. Her dress might have been torn and bloodied, and she might have looked exhausted after a night of casual torturing, but that didn't mean Leiah couldn't turn her into her own personal model.

"Oh! I like that," Leiah said as she tapped the button on her screen, snapping a shot of a smiling Katerina. "But how about something a bit more sinister?" Katerina obliged, head titling forward just enough to cast a sinister shadow over her smiling face. "Oh, perfect. So you," Leiah said eagerly as she snapped another photo.

"You almost done playing photoshoot in there?" called Klaus from the bedroom of the body he'd inhabited, still searching through the closet for something he liked.

Putting down her phone, Leiah cast a glance towards the bedroom where she saw the body her brother was in. "You said to keep it down. This is me keeping it down. But don't ask me to sit here in boredom when I have a new toy right here in front of me," argued Leiah, as she gestured over to Katerina.

"All right, all right. You've made your point," Klaus muttered from the bedroom, before stepping away from the closest holding up two shirts. Each as ugly as the other, but at least one was dark and more hidden in the shadows. "Okay, bad, or badder?" Klaus asked his sister, looking between the two shirts as Leiah raised her brow at him. "Work with me, I have to fit the character."

"In that case, Katerina, which one should he wear?" Leiah asked. "Keeping in mind we need people to believe he is who he looks like," she then added with a raised finger and a grin.

Katerina resisted for all but a second before answering, "The dark colours suit you better."

"Can't argue with that," Leiah said, snapping another photo of Katerina who could only pout in defeat – which as it turned out, made a very good picture.

"Okay, pop quiz," Klaus said – apparently getting into character as a teacher – as he pulled on the shirt that had been picked out for him. "The two daggers and white ash are in the Salvatores' possession, correct?" Since Katerina hadn't been compelled by Klaus she was under no obligation to answer him. That was unless Leiah wanted her too, which she did.

"Answer the question, Katerina," Leiah ordered clearly with a grin, loving the chance to remind Katerina of her control over her.

Grudgingly, Katerina then answered, "Both daggers were used to kill Elijah and Amelia. You'll find them both in the basement of the Salvatore house."

"Okay, that dagger needs to stay exactly where it is. The last thing I need to do is resurrect those two," emphasised Klaus as he buttoned up his shirt.

"About time the, Boring Twins, were put down," agreed Leiah, with a bit of bitterness to her voice.

"Don't forget you're on the outs with your girlfriend Jenna," added Katerina, offering up additional information in obvious hopes that Leiah might not order her about as much. It wasn't going to happen, but Leiah still enjoyed Katerina's willing participation, almost as much as she enjoyed the unwilling parts that were forced upon her.

"Right," Klaus said with an exasperated nod of the head. There was so much for him to remember, but this wasn't his first quick study. "Elena's aunt. For all the lies about Isobel," he listed off, having done a crash course in all things Elena last night. That was in-between the torturing anyway. "What else?"

"That's it," Katerina said, to which neither Original believed as they shared a grin.

Klaus then advanced on her, as Katerina averted her gaze as to keep him out of sight, trying to ignore how close he was to her. Because as much as she was fearful of Leiah – as well she should – Klaus was the real threat in any room he was standing in. No matter who else was in the room, even his own siblings. As evidenced by the fact that when he touched Katerina's cheek, she almost jumped out of her chair. Probably would have if she hadn't been compelled to remain in it.

"Oh, so jumpy," taunted Klaus.

"Please, just…kill me. I've told you everything that I know," Katherine said shakily. Rightfully frightened. So frightened that she saw death as her only way out. Because that's how scared she was, so much so that she would embrace death, just to get away from Klaus.

"Leiah, if you'd please," Klaus said, stepping back as he gestured to Katerina. They'd both been at this a long time, they knew how to question someone and get everything they could out of a compelled subject. And while Katerina might think she'd told them everything she could, interrogators such as themselves knew how to get what they didn't know out. Their suspicions, the things they didn't know to be fact, which was all Katerina had told them so far. – facts. It was time to find out what she suspected.

Standing up from her seat, Leiah strode over to Katerina, before bending down far enough to make level eye contact with the former doppelgänger. "Katerina, as I'm sure you're aware, you're not exactly the most trustworthy person. I mean, you were supposed to be used in my brother's sacrifice and you ran off after all," chuckled Leiah as Katerina grimaced.

"Yes, let's not reopen old wounds shall we," suggested Klaus form behind. A tad of bitterness to his voice. He didn't appreciate his past failings being brought up when he was in the middle of being menacing. So Leiah wisely left it at that, but continued on in the same playful manner.

"So, what me and my brother want to know is, what could they be keeping from you? What might they be planning that they wouldn't trust you with?" Leiah asked. Her compelling blue eyes forcing their way into the centre of Katerina's, as her own brown eyes stared blankly back, and she answered.

"They were trying to see if Bonnie could find a way to kill an Original without a dagger."

"Bonnie the best friend?" Klaus asked, as he folded his arms. Now changed from his menacing demeanour and into one of minor concern. "I thought you said she didn't have her powers anymore."

"She doesn't or didn't – I don't know. You kidnapped me, remember? I'm kinda out of the loop," Katerina pointed out, a spark of fire to her words. Brave, consider the position she was in.

"Something tells me you would have been kept out of the loop, regardless of the kidnapping," Leiah pointed out smugly, stood up straight along with her brother as Katerina went back to pouting.

"Well, I need to know for certain if she has her powers or not," said Klaus aloud, chewing on his lip as he thought about how best to go about doing that.

"Please, just kill me, Klaus, and be done with it," Katerina begged once more, though refusing to meet either of the Originals' eyes now.

"And show you kindness?" asked Klaus, as if insulted. "I've searched for you for over five-hundred years. Your death is going to last at least half that long," he said with a sickening smile. One which his sister grinned at, as they watched the horror consume Katerina's face, at the thought of over two hundred years as a prisoner to Klaus.

"We're leaving now, but I assume Leiah has some idea of how you can amuse yourself while we're out," Klaus then said, looking to his sister who pulled out a flick knife she'd borrowed from Klaus' host body.

"All right, Katerina, here's what I want you to do," Leiah began, holding out the knife as she locked eyes with Katerina once more. "I want you to take this knife…and stab yourself. But I don't want you to scream or cry out when you do it. No. I want you to laugh. Laugh like you've just seen something that amuses you, or heard a joke. And I want you to do this, every second or third time you stab yourself," Leiah explained as she pushed the knife into Katerina's willing hand. "And I want you to start, now."

And Katerina instantly brought the knife down into her leg, holding back any sound of a scream or cry and instead laughing. In spite of this though, she still looked in pain at the motion. "Oh, and don't forget to pull out the knife," Leiah pointed out with a smugly satisfied grin, as she watched Katerina pull out he knife.

"Now do it again," she ordered, and Katerina obeyed, her face once again contorting in pain before she pulled the knife out and stabbed herself again, in the same spot.

"That's it, now you've got it," Leiah said cheerful as she straightening up once more, admiring her handy work along with her brother. "And one other thing. If you get bored at any point, if you lose sight of how funny this is, then I want you to pick another limb, and start stabbing that one." At that Katerina laughed, head going back as her face conveyed the opposite of laughter and joy. "I knew you'd appreciate that," Leiah said, before looking to her brother.

"Come along, little sister," Klaus then said as they began to walk towards the door. "Time to lay eyes on my precious doppelgänger." And as they left, Klaus grabbing his host's jacket, they heard Katerina laugh once more, before they shut the door on her and left her to her orders.

Since Elena was taking ownership of their house today, the Salvatore family was waiting outside while the deed was signed over. They couldn't very well be inside when it happened, since they wouldn't have been invited in – and none of them had any inclination to find out what it was like to be in a house when it was signed over. Anything could happen, from them being forced out, to them being torn to shreds by the magic that prevented them from entering an owned home without invitation.

Scarlett didn't have that issue, but she'd come back after her morning run to find the Salvatores all outside and so decided to join them. Thankfully, she'd already grabbed her cloths and pulled them on before joining, otherwise they'd have had some very awkward questions when the lawyer came out and found them with a naked teenager.

"You really think Bonnie can take on Klaus?" Damon asked, leaning against the short stone wall that ran along the far edge of the front porch.

The reason he was asking such a question, was because that yesterday – while Sarah and Stefan had been playing bodyguard to Elena, and Scarlett had been at home – Damon had been out with Bonnie and Jeremy. Thanks to his time searching for Katherine and his connection with Emily Bennett, Damon knew where to find the sight of the massacred witches – the one Elijah and Amelia had been looking for. Upon speaking to them, the witches, they'd granted Bonnie immense magic power, which she claimed she could use to take on even an Original. And the best part, was that no one other than them knew. Katherine had no idea, Isobel had no idea, which meant Klaus had no idea. She was their secret weapon, and they all fully planned on using her when they found him.

"She said she could channel enough witch's power to kill him," Stefan pointed out from next to his brother, hands on his hips as he patiently waited for Elena to be done with the paper work. "Elijah and Amelia thought that would work and they were Originals, so…" He trialed off, not knowing what else to say as he shrugged. There was an element of hope in this plan. It was no secret it was hard to kill an Original, but that didn't mean it couldn't be done. And this was how Elijah and Amelia had planned to do it, and with no other plan, the Salvatores had little choice but to use theirs and hope they'd been right.

"We just need to find him," groaned Damon impatiently.

"Something tells me, he'll come to us," Sarah pointed out, leaning against a stone pillar with her arms folded.

"Yeah, but if we can find him before then, then we can add the element of surprise to our list of advantages," Damon argued as he turned towards his sister.

"You really think you can get the drop on this guy?" Sarah asked skeptically.

Damon shrugged. "It worked with Elijah and Amelia," he pointed out.

"Actually, it didn't," Scarlett argued from the floor sheepishly, sat against the wall of the house. "It would have worked, had we not removed the daggers the first time."

"Look there's no need to get into specifics," Damon said dismissively as he waved his hand towards Scarlett, who grinned at his denial. "We beat them, that's my point, so if we find him before he's expecting us then we can do the same to him."

"And how are we going to find him then?" Sarah asked, already knowing he didn't have answer. Nevertheless, her stubborn brother tried, racking his brain while he glared at her.

"We'll just get Bonnie to do a tracking spell," he shrugged, as if it was that simple.

"She needs something that belongs to Klaus for that," Stefan pointed out with a small smirk from behind his brother. "Believe me, I already asked."

Damon shifted his weight, seeing it wasn't as easy as he'd thought, and that he might have to concede to his sister. Something of which he was not fond of doing. So he tried something else, looking to Scarlett. "Could you…sniff him out?" he asked, not sounding terribly hopeful.

"I'd need to already know his scent in order to do that," Scarlett said with the same small smirk as Stefan. "And even then I'd only pick that up if he was already here."

"Why do we keep her around again?" Damon asked rhetorically, pointing to Scarlett before leaning back against the stone wall and pouting.

"I thought you called me family?" Scarlett pointed out, reminding him of the dinner party.

"I was joking, obviously. You clearly know nothing about me," Damon declared, rolling his eyes as he tried to be dramatic, but they all saw right through it.

There was then a pause, and after it the mood dropped considerably when Stefan asked, "Do you think she's dead?" None of them needed to ask, to know who he was talking about.

"We can only hope," Sarah said with a bitter sigh, before the front door opened up and Elena finished shaking the lawyer's hand.

"Thank you," she said before he picked up his briefcase and walked out. Out of instinct, the Salvatores went to walk into their home, only to hit the invisible wall that hadn't greeted them in some time.

"Eh, Elena?" Stefan spoke up sheepishly. She had already turned to walk away, thinking the same as them, but realised her mistake as she turned back around, gasping in mild amusement.

"I'm sorry. I completely forgot," she apologised, making her way over to the open door where the four residents were waiting to be invited in. "Stefan. Would you like to come inside my house?" she asked teasingly with a grin.

"I would love to. Thank you," Stefan replied, playing along as he stepped across the threshold and back into his home.

"Sarah, please, come in," Elena then said, gesturing for her friend to enter in the same tone she'd used on Stefan.

"Don't mind if I do," Sarah replied, grinning and giggling with Elena as she now crossed the threshold.

Now Elena was left with two choices of how to invite in next. Playfully she looked between them, grin growing before she looked to Scarlett. "Scarlett?" she offered in one word.

Sticking her tongue out at Damon, Scarlett skipped across the threshold before he could grab her, now safely inside the house with the others. "What are we, twelve?" groaned Damon, trying to hid his annoyance with playfulness as he glared at those inside his house – of which he couldn't get in himself.

"Do you really want any of us to answer that?" asked Sarah with a grin, which she shared with everyone except Damon.

"If I let you in, do you promise to obey the owner of this house?" Elena asked seriously.

"No," scoffed Damon.

"All right then, enjoy the front yard," Elena said as she swung the door closed on his face.

"Not funny, Elena!" Damon shouted from the other side of the door, once again struggling to cover his anger with playfulness.

"It is from this side of the door," Scarlett called back as they all chuckled.

When they stopped, Elena opened the door back up, revealing a glaring Damon who forced a smile up in hopes of getting back into his house. "Have you reconsidered?" she asked seriously once more.

"Do I get a choice?" Damon growled through a tight jaw that was struggling to maintain its friendly smile.

"Yes, you do," Elena said sincerely. "But I want you to promise that you'll listen to me. I don't want any more lies, secrets or agendas. We're doing this my way, all right?"

"Fine," Damon grudgingly agreed. "Now can I please come in?"

"One another thing," Elena began, to which Damon groaned. "You have to apologise to your sister."

"For what?" exclaimed Damon.

"Locking her up when she was taking my side. Because of you Katherine managed to hurt her, again, so apologise," Elena explained, dead seriousness in her voice as she stared back at Damon through level brown eyes.

He stared back, confused before looking to Sarah to see if she could get him out of it. "Are you seriously going to go along with this?" Sarah shrugged, though made no effort to hide the amused grin on her face. "This is ridicules, she's fine, now let me in."

"Apologise."

"No."

"Bye, then," Elena said before shutting the door on him once more.

"Elena. Elena!" Damon shouted, banging on the door for half a minute before Elena opened it back up. Damon was past his breaking point now, glaring at her as he let out heavy impatient breaths.

But he knew when he was beat, and right now, he just wanted back into his house. That and he did own his sister an apology. At least this way he could keep up the, 'I don't care,' act and claim he only did it because Elena forced him into doing. "I'm sorry, Sarah," he said, looking to his sister with his sincere blue eyes.

"It's okay, and thank you," Sarah said, before looking to Elena to let her know it was enough and to invite him in now.

"All right, Damon, you can–"

"Hold on," interrupted Scarlett, to which if Damon had been able to get at her, he most certainly would have attacked her then. "Could we maybe keep him outside for one night? I'd appreciate the irony."

"Scrappy…" growled Damon lowly.

"Don't you think that'd be a little cruel?" Stefan asked, grinning all the same, as he looked to Scarlett who shrugged.

"Yeah, but he's a little cruel himself," Scarlett point out, to which no one could argue.

"Would someone just let me in already!" snapped Damon before focusing his glare on Elena. "I said I was sorry, I said I'd do things your way and I'll stop making dog jokes about Scrappy, now can I please come in?!"

Elena looked to there others, who while all grinning, nodded in agreement. So she turned back to Damon, grinning herself, and invited him inside. "Come in," she said smugly. He shot her his own smug smile, entering as she closed the door behind him.

"Consider yourself cut of from doggy biscuits," Damon snarled towards Scarlett who was smiling regardless of the insult.

"Well, it's been all of a second and he's already broken one out of his two promises," pointed out Sarah, to which everyone grinned as Damon stormed off into the living room. Stefan then went to follow him, but the others instead remained in the hallway as Bonnie joined them.

The witch then handed Elena her jacket while pulling her own on, and both Sarah and Scarlett grabbed their bags from the floor. It took Damon and Stefan a second to realise they weren't following, and then turned with frowns when they saw the four women getting ready to leave. "Wait, where are you going?" Stefan asked, walking back towards them.

"School," Elena answered.

"No, no, no. We didn't create a safe house for you to leave it," Damon argued, striding back over to join his brother in a united front against those in favour of going to school. Which was a side Sarah never thought she'd been on, but it was what Elena wanted and as agreed, they were doing this her way.

"Yeah, guys, Klaus is out there. We know that," Stefan pointed out, in agreement with his brother.

"Right. But where? No one knows," Elena pointed out, stood alongside those who were supporting her. "Look, I really appreciate what you guys are doing. And I'll be able to sleep at night knowing that I'll be safe here, but I'm not going to be a prisoner."

"You sure? I mean, we've already got the guard dog right there," Damon argued, pointing to Scarlett.

"Is it too late to un-invite him?" Scarlett groaned, to which Sarah and Bonnie offered her sympathetic looks while Elena continued to stare down her opposition – the Salvatore brothers.

"My way, remember?" Elena said to the both with a pointed look.

The brothers shared a look, Stefan trying his best to remain supportive of his girlfriend, in spite of the fact that he didn't like this idea – while Damon just shrugged and forced up sarcastic smile. "Your way, Elena," he grudgingly said, somehow managing to hold himself back in spite of everything that had just happened.

Elena nodded happily, looking to Sarah who seemed impressed by how the doppelgänger was handling her brothers.

"Don't worry, I'm ready," Bonnie reassured them. "If Klaus shows his face, I can take him. I know it."

"And the way I see it, next to Bonnie is the safest place that I can be," Elena added eagerly, taking her best friend's hand and holding it up for all to see. "Plus I'll have Sarah and Scarlett for back up," she added, then taking Sarah's hand and holding it up with a smile that grew. "Come on," she then said to her girlfriends, before the four made their way out of the house, leaving the two brothers looking to one another.

"Wait…I'm…coming," Stefan called after them, still reeling from this decision as he then followed them out the door and to school. He took his own car however, while Elena took her, Bonnie, Sarah and Scarlett to school. A short of mini punishment for trying to keep her inside the boarding house, but all was forgiven when they arrived at the school. From there, they said bye to Scarlett as she went on her own to class, while the four others walked together to first period history.

The bell rang as they entered the room, Alaric no where in sight yet. It wasn't the first time he'd ran late, and considering what was going on with Jenna – not to mention everything else – Sarah and the others were surprised he was even bothering to come in. Then again, maybe he wanted the sense of normality, much like the rest of them.

However, Sarah did find that her normal seat in front of Stefan was already taken up, so instead she grabbed the seat in front of Bonnie who hardly complained. Though it seemed like fate, since when Sarah looked over to Elena, she saw the doppelgänger showing her brother a poster for the Sixties decade dance that was scheduled for tonight. Stefan was shaking his he'd in disagreement, to which Elena pouted, before turning to her friends. Both Sarah and Bonnie nodded with a grin when Elena showed them the poster. Now things were perfectly lined up. Those who agreed with her on one side, and those that didn't on the other.

"Hello, class," Alaric said as he walked into the room, pausing as he gestured to a new girl who followed him in. She was a little on the short side, long dirty blonde hair, freckles and sharp blue eyes. "Before we begin, I'd just like to take a moment to introduce you to our newest student. I'm sure you'll all make her feel at home.

"Now if you'd grab a seat," Alaric said to the new girl, who shot him a smirk before grabbing the seat in front of Sarah. Before she did however, she gave Sarah a very flirty look which caught her off guard. For a moment Sarah could only stare at the new girl's back in bewilderment, before she looked back at Bonnie and Elena who were also frowning in confusion.

"What was that about?" mouthed Elena, an odd amount of seriousness in her features.

"I don't know," Sarah mimed back to them both with a shrug, before looking back to the girl ahead of her, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and a long silk scarf. She stared intently at her, trying to will her into looking back at her, but the girl refused to turn around. And for some reason Sarah was almost certain she was still smirking.

"Now…what are we learning today?" muttered Alaric aloud, flicking through the pages of a random book he'd picked up off his desk. Almost as if he had no idea what he was doing. Must have been a late start for him, Sarah assumed.

"With the decade dance tonight, we've been covering the Sixties all week," one student spoke up.

"Right. The Sixties," Alaric said as he dropped the book down on his desk. He then seemed to pause for a moment, staring out at the class as his smile grew ever so slightly. But then he seemed to snap back and turn to the board, grabbing a piece of chalk before scribbling on the blackboard, 'The 60's.'

"The Sixties," he said, before discarding the chalk and turning around to the class. "I wish there was something good I could say about the Sixties," he said casually before he began to pace back and forth before the blackboard. Something which Sarah had rarely seen him do. What was also odd was how he was regarding history, with so little care and interest – especially for that of a history teacher.

But in spite of the alarm bells this might have been set off inside Sarah's head, she was more focused on the blonde in front of her. The one who silently giggled as Alaric spoke in his new careless manner. "Actually, they kind of sucked," Alaric admitted to the class, of which he and Sarah apparently disagreed. Then again, she'd been around during the Sixties to enjoy them. He hadn't. "Except for the Beatles, of course," Alaric continued, still pacing. "They made it bearable. Uh, what else was there? The Cuban missile thing, the…we walked on the moon. There was Watergate."

"Watergate was the Seventies, Ric," Elena pointed out with a smile, before all eyes suddenly went to her and she realised her mistake. Though those in the know could hardly blame her considering all they'd been through with the history teacher. He really was more of a friend than a teacher now anyway, but they still had to keep up appearances while in public. "I-I mean, Mr. Saltzman," Elena said, correcting herself, mildly ashamed.

"Right," Alaric conceded with a smile, choosing not to address the name slip-up. "It all kind of mushes together up her, the Sixties, Seventies. Thank you, Elena." He then turned back to the board, recomposing himself after his mistake before continuing on with the lesson. He was probably just tired or still sleepy, Sarah assumed. Besides what really had her interest was the girl in front of her who had once again been giggling at Alaric's mistake and Elena's correction. So while Alaric was getting ready for his second attempt at teaching this class, Sarah reached forward and tapped the girl's shoulder, finally getting her to turn around. And when she did, Sarah saw her blue eyes light up as they connected with hers.

While it threw Sarah once more for a second, she powered on through and asked, "What's so funny?"

The new girl only smirked back knowingly. "Don't worry about it, hot stuff," the girl said with a flirtatious wink that had Sarah's eyes widening at her forwardness. The blonde then went to turn back around, before then eyeing Sarah's jacket and grinning. "Killer jacket by the way," she then added as an after thought, before her eyes snapped up to connect with Sarah's again, as if sharing a secret message with her. One that ever Sarah herself could not understand, as the girl turned her back to her once more.

Once again baffled, Sarah found the need to turn back around to her friends for conformation. If there looks were anything to go off though, she was right to be baffled, as both had similar wide eyed looks. Bonnie's was directed more to Sarah, sharing the same surprise at the girl's forwardness. But Elena's was aimed at the new girl's back. And hers wide eyes seemed to resemble a glare more than anything else.

The wide eyed convention did however end, when Alaric went to continue to the class. And it was by far one of his strangest lessons ever. He seemed to have a loose grasp on history at best, at least in relation to the Sixties. He kept going off on tangents and asking the class to answer even the simplest of things that a history teacher ought to have known. Throughout it, the four supernaturals kept sharing odd looks, unsure whether or not to step in and ask if he was okay. But he managed to get through the lesson and dismissed them early before making a hasty retreat.

Definitely a late night and an early rise, Sarah thought, which they should have probably seen coming considering his ex-wife had only just died the other day. In the same day his current girlfriend ran away from him in fact. Which was a pretty good justification for his odd behaviour. But none of that explained the girl that had joined their class. The one that had continually been glancing back at Sarah and smirking, but other wise ignoring her whenever she tried to talk to her. Even after class when Sarah tried to follow her, and get some sort of an explanation to her eagerly remarks and looks, the girl seemed to vanish in the crowd of students.

The rest of the day Sarah kept an eye out of her, but she never popped back up. She didn't even have a name to give to Caroline when she told her about the new girl, because Alaric had never said what it was. Even if he had been told, Sarah had doubts that he'd remember.

But then her new girl case was put on hold when Elena and Bonnie came running up to her, explaining that a compelled girl had just told them that Klaus wanted to share the last dance tonight with Elena. After that, they rounded up Stefan and Scarlett and returned to the boarding house, leaving a message for Alaric who they'd been unable to find. Damon had been waiting for them at the house when they arrived, and once there Elena and Bonnie went over the encounter again for those who hadn't heard it completely through.

"So, we go to the dance and we find?" Damon shrugged like it was no big deal. His usual reaction to anything problematic – treat it like it's not a problem.

"Really?" Stefan asked, frowning along with everyone else who was staring at Damon. "How are we going to do that? We don't even know what he looks like," Stefan pointed out.

"Something tells me he's not going to be sixteen and pimply," Damon argued.

"How would you know?" Sarah argued back. "We don't even have an age to pin him to, never mind a description. He could have been hanging around in that school for months and we wouldn't even know it."

"I guess the school wasn't all that safe after all, huh?" Stefan pointed out with a look to the four women who'd stepped out of the safe house this morning.

"Oh, give it a rest, Stefan," Sarah snapped. She'd been hearing nothing but, 'I told you so,' on the ride back and she was in no mood for another repeat, as were any of the other women.

A knock at the door broke the tension though, before Alaric let himself in. "There you are," Damon said in greeting as Alaric closed the door behind him.

"Sorry I'm late," apologised Alaric as he joined the group in the living room.

"Hey, I need you to put me down as a chaperone at the dance tonight. Klaus made his first move," Damon quickly explained, getting down to business before turning and then frowning at the brunette teenager sat on his couch. Staring with an odd look at one of his few friends. "Problem, Scooby Doo?"

Snapping from her stare, Scarlett shook her head as she straightened up, blinking as she came out of her intense thoughts. "Sorry…" she trailed off, before going back to looking at Alaric, her nose flaring.

"Do you smell something?" Stefan asked, quickly becoming alert at the mere movement of Scarlett's nose.

"Yeah…?" Scarlett said slowly, eyes narrowing in confusion at Alaric who seemed perfectly content. "It's, Alaric?" she said in a puzzled manner.

"What? Me?" Alaric asked with an uneasy chuckle, unsure as to what he'd done wrong.

Sniffing once more, Scarlett then boldly declared, "You smell…funny."

"So?" Damon scoffed with a shrug. "The guy didn't shower today, big whoop. Considering his wife just preformed a self cremation and his girlfriend's made a mad dash for the hills, I'd hardly blame him for forgetting to shower this morning," Damon pointed out with a grin as he patted Alaric on the back in a friendly gesture. One that Alaric both smiled and frowned at.

"Yeah, how are you doing by the way?" Elena asked with a concerned look. "I never got a chance to ask."

"I'm…I'm hanging in there," Alaric said with a deep sigh. "But right now, we need to be focused on you and Klaus."

"Spoken like a trooper," Damon said, once again patting Alaric roughly on the back. "Now, could someone find some nose plugs for Scrappy until Alaric here takes a shower, so that we can get back to what matters – killing Klaus."

"Okay, so we find him and then what, hmm? What's our plan of attack?" Elena asked, looking around the room for an answer.

"Me," Bonnie spoke up confidently, drawling all eyes to her. Including a skeptical Damon and an intrigued Alaric. "I'm the plan. He has no idea how much power I can channel. If you can find him, I can kill him," Bonnie explained with absolute certainty.

"That's not going to be that easy. I mean, he's the the biggest, baddest vampire around," Alaric pointed out with a patronising chuckle.

"Alaric has a point. I mean, what if he–" Damon cut himself short as he rushed Bonnie at vampire speed, only to then find himself flying back across the room before he could even get close to Bonnie. And she barely even flinched.

As everyone looked over to Damon, the blue eyed vampire's head popped up from behind the couch, looking mildly dazed from Bonnie's counter attack. "Well, I'm impressed," admitted Stefan with a nod, to which Sarah smirked at her brother while her other rubbed his backside.

"Could I ask you to do that again? Please?" asked Scarlett from the couch, holding up a finger with a pleading look to Bonnie who blushed a little at the praise she was receiving.

"Shut up, Scrappy," grumbled Damon as he rejoined the group, still rubbing his rear, and his wounded pride.

"It doesn't matter if he's an Original," Bonnie began, stepping closer towards Elena and filled with confidence that seemed to flow of her and inspire everyone in the room as well. "I can take down anyone who comes at me. I can kill him, Elena. I know I can," Bonnie explained to her best friend who smiled gratefully back at her, happy to put all her trust in Bonnie – believing in her completely.

Klaus wasn't happy. Which meant no one was allowed to be happy. Which naturally made Leiah annoyed and unhappy. She'd come to Mystic Falls with her brother in hopes of finding a good time and some excitement. Now she was stuck in some teacher's apartment, slouching in a chair, trying her best not to let her brother's bad mood make her snap. Which was proving rather challenging as he kept going on about some stupid witch that might stand a slim chance of killing him and sending him back to his own body. And while an inconvenience, it wasn't as bad as he was making it out to be. However, Leiah, while knowing her brother loved her dearly, wasn't about to tell him to shut up about it. She knew far to well where that path would lead to.

But while she dare not challenge her brother, there were another ways around avoiding his less attractive traits, such as his moaning. "Okay, that does it, I'm going out," Leiah boldly declared as she stood up from her chair and strode towards the front door.

"Like hell you are," snapped Klaus in his foreign body's voice. Despite it not being his true voice, Leiah did still halt, screwing up her face in anger since he couldn't see her from the bedroom. "I need you here with me, in case I need Katerina to do something." Since he was in the human's body, he was unable to compel anyone, which meant Leiah was his controller for the likes of Katerina.

Turning on her heels back towards her brother, Leiah pointed out with a forced smile, "I could always just compel her to obey you." She was trying to cut herself out of the equation, but her brother wasn't having it apparently.

"So that you can then go out on the town and announce your presence to the doppelgänger and her friends?" Klaus asked patronisingly, his hands clasped behind his back as he stepped out of the bedroom and towards his little sister. "I don't think so. From what Katerina's told us, they have no idea who you really are, and I'd like to keep it that way for now." A fact which Leiah was not at all pleased about.

Out of all the Originals, this little gang only knew about Klaus, Elijah and Amelia – two of which being among the most dull of all the Originals, at least in Leiah's opinion. "You should be counting yourself lucky that I'm not punishing you for your little visit to the Salvatore house."

Leiah rolled her eyes dramatically, matching her brother's attitude to her little visit. "Nothing happened, Nik. I told you I didn't even see any of the Salvatores." Which she admittedly was a little disappointed about.

"But you did run into their little guard dog, didn't you, who now knows your name and has undoubtedly told the rest of them," argued Klaus his anger growing as he advanced on Leiah with another step. However, he hardly got the desired reaction, when Leiah instead began to smirk, at the reminder of the Salvatores' werewolf. "Oh, stop daydreaming about your latest crush," snapped Klaus, forcing Leiah to exchange her dreamy smirk for an irritated glower.

"I'm bored okay? And it's not like I'm needed around here, other than to compel her," Leiah argued back, gesturing to a bloodied and weak Katerina. Still restrained to her chair by sheer compulsion.

When they'd arrived back, they'd found her legs and arms covered in dry blood and more still coming. The beauty of vampire healing. But they hadn't been gone long enough for it to stop hurting, and with Katerina laughing away like a maniac, she looked some mad, twisted freak of a woman, out of a victorian novel. Leiah had been rather proud of her work, but the moment had been short lived because of her moody brother, who had ordered her to end Katerina's torture as they entered the door – apparently needing silence while he complained. Now, Katerina was struggling to stay awake, in need of blood and rest.

"You're supposed to be helping me think of a way to stop this witch," snarled Klaus.

"That sounds like a you problem," replied Leiah with sneer. "Besides, you have Maddox here to help you with that. Just let me go and have my fun!"

"You're not leaving, and that's final," Klaus declared, the discussion apparently over. Because big brother Klaus always got his way, whether it was through his siblings submitting, or getting a dagger through their hearts. In spite of that possibility though, Leiah continued to stare defiantly at her brother, before Maddox then spoke up from the kitchen.

"All I could find. Guy likes his bourbon," the good looking muscular witch said, pouring two glasses of bourbon from a bottle he'd found. He was rather strange in that sense, most witches that Leiah had met throughout her lifetimes were not the muscular type. Maybe that had been why she found Maddox more interesting than other witches. It was more than likely the reason she slept with him, a fact which Klaus was yet to discover. Perhaps to today Leiah would rip that bandage off and really piss him off. Then again, maybe not.

Storming over to the counter, Leiah snatched up her glass before downing it like a shot. It had been direly needed. She then shot Maddox a look, that told him to fill her up again as Klaus joined them, taking his own glass for drink. By the time he put his glass back down after one sip, Leiah had finished her second glass and Maddox was filling her up again.

What could she say, Leiah liked her drink, whatever it was. It was also helping to calm her present nerves, though maybe not as quickly as she'd like. Thus the third drink. That one helped loosen her up, at least to the point where she was no longer needing to drink the bourbon like it was in a shot glass, just to stop herself from arguing with her brother some more. "I knew there was a reason you picked this guy to possess," Leiah said, as she finished off her third glass, nodding for Maddox to give her a refill. He was blocked off however, as Klaus put his hand over the top of Leiah's glass.

"I think that's enough for now little sister." The tension in Leiah's shoulders was coming back. "We don't want you getting to drunk before the party even starts," he told her with a grin. A grin which told Leiah her brother had a plan, one which he assured her she would enjoy.

Doing her best to grin along, Leiah asked, "So, you want to take this witch out at the dance then?"

"No, I want Maddox to take her out," Klaus explained, grinning as he pointed his bourbon glass towards his loyal witch.

"If she has as much power as you say, she'll be able to sense me coming from a mile away," pointed out Maddox regretfully. "I won't be able to get near her. One of you will have to do it." Each of them looked to Leiah who instantly scoffed.

"No way am I going near this witch if she can kill an Original." Now, Leiah very much doubted this little nothing of a witch could in fact kill an Original. No one had been able to since their creation. But they could be put down for a time, such as with Elijah and Amelia. And even if the witch could only put her in that state, Leiah had no desire to miss out on any more time than she already had.

Looking to her brother, Leiah pointed out, "You're the one with spare body, you kill her."

"Awe, is my little sister scared?" teased Klaus mockingly with a chuckle.

"No more than you," snipped Leiah, earning an unamused glare from her brother. She didn't care, she'd made her point and he knew it. If he was too chicken to face this witch in his possessed body, then Leiah was no way facing her in her actual body.

"All right, fine," grumbled Klaus. "Say I face this witch in this body. What's a haggard history teacher going to be able to do against a super charged witch?"

"You could always possess Katerina over there," Leiah pointed out, smiling at the horrified look on the vampires face, at the thought of being used by Klaus in such away. "Or any of the other supernatural beings in this town," she then added.

"That won't be necessary," assured Maddox with a confident grin which intrigued the two Originals.

"How so?" asked Klaus.

"No witch could handle channeling that much power. It'll kill her. It would kill me. You just have to make her use it," explained Maddox, pointing out what Leiah hadn't even considered – the sheer amount of power needed to take down an Original vampire, never mind killing one. There was no way one person alone could do that, heck even a coven of witches would struggle with such a task.

"So all my brother has to do is provoke this witch to death?" Leiah asked with an eager and excited grin at the prospect.

"It wouldn't take long," Maddox continued to explain, specifically to Klaus who still didn't seem sold on the idea. "You'd just keep attacking her until it kills her. His body, Alaric's, will last longer than hers will."

"How? He's human," said Klaus, addressing the crucial pitfall in this plan.

"I can help in that department. I can do a spell to protect you from her."

"What about the others. As nice as it would be, I hardly expect them to just stand around and let me kill their witch," argued Klaus as he leaned down on the counter.

"Oh, I may have a few ideas on how to keep them busy," said Leiah with a devious grin, having snatched her brother's bourbon and now taking a sip as Klaus and Maddox grinned at her.

"What do you have in mind?"

Since Sarah had a whole room sized wardrobe stocked full of various styles of outfits from over the years, she kindly offered Elena and Scarlett their pick, since neither had anything to wear for that night. She understood, their minds had been on other things. So while Stefan and Damon got ready in their own rooms, Sarah and the girls went into her room.

Before entering, Scarlett had made several remarks about Sarah's organisational skills, in relation to her wardrobe. Elena had laughed at this, thinking it was a joke until Sarah brought her into the room sized wardrobe.

The place was a mess, various items dangling precariously from hangers, mounds of cloths here and there, no order to where things went as colours and styles clashed from all angles. And yet, Sarah easily began to hand out various outfits that she knew to be from the Sixties era, passing them to Elena who passed them to Scarlett who then threw them onto Sarah's bed.

"If you ever let Caroline see this, she'll probably murder you," Elena pointed out, still in awe as she handed out the next set of outfits to Scarlett.

"She'd probably find a way to blame me for it," Scarlett muttered, dumping the cloths onto the fully formed pile as she began to rummage through in search of something to wear.

"Is that everything?" Elena asked as Sarah walked in with a dark green, marbled, short sleeved dress in one hand, and a pair of matching caramel boots and scarf in the other – looking rather pleased with herself.

"If you want to look for more be my guest," Sarah said as she sat herself at her dresser, where she'd asked Scarlett to leave a folded up cardboard box. After laying her selected cloths across her dresser, Sarah leaned over to open up the box and pulled out a selection of small plastic flowers.

Elena couldn't help but smile as she watched Sarah begin to link the green and yellow flowers together into a crown for her head. "Did you wear a lot of those in the Sixties?" Elena asked, nodding to the crown Sarah was making when the vampire looked up.

With a grin Sarah answered, "Probably more than I'd care to admit?"

"Were you a hippie?" Elena asked curiously, though she never would have pegged her friend to be the type.

"A couple of times," Sarah said while nodding, before pausing to test out the crown she'd made so that she could see how it felt. It turned out it needed a few more flowers, so she lifted it off and added some more while Elena watched. "The free spirt thing was kinda appealing – plus Lexi was going through a phase," Sarah elaborated as she added the necessary flowers, so that the crown would fit her head appropriately.

Then, with her crown donned, Sarah took her outfit to be and headed into her bath room. It was only once she was out of sight that Elena joined Scarlett at the bed, picking out pieces of outfits still clinging to hangers.

"How's Jeremy doing?" Scarlett asked quietly, but Elena heard her, pausing in her search to give the girl next to her an unsure look. She was in an awkward position on this. On the one had, it was her brother whom Scarlett had cheated on, and the defensive big sister inside Elena wanted to give Scarlett a piece of her mind. But at the same time she'd lived in this supernatural world long enough now to understand what had happened was outside of Scarlett's control. That was why she hadn't pushed her to tell Jeremy, though she would have after all this Klaus busy was done with – assuming she was still alive at that stage.

Thankfully, Scarlett had told her brother the truth, but seeing how miserable they both were, part of her couldn't help but think, maybe it would have been better as a secret. She knew that wasn't true, and that in the long run the truth was better for them both. It was just hard to believe that when looking at Scarlett, her head hung low. Or when she saw Jeremy, so depressed the only thing she could compare it too was their parents death. And all this in amongst Klaus' arrival.

"About as well as you I imagine," Elena answered as she put back an outfit she thought was too bold for her style – even if it was a Sixties party.

"Is he going to be there tonight?" Scarlett asked, acting like she was searching for something, but obviously more focused on what Elena was about to say.

"I would assume so. He found out from Bonnie about what we're planning, and now he wants to help."

"Aren't you going to try and talk him out of it?" Scarlett asked, almost as if exciting Elena to do it right now in front of her. She recognised the tone in Scarlett's voice though, for what it really was. Concern.

"I've tried that before, it's never ended well. And to be honest, none of us are really safe while Klaus is around anyway. Maybe if he's close by, I can protect him? And he's got his ring… I just don't want him to get hurt," Elena admitted, ceasing in her search as she let out a tired sigh and a longing look. A look that said she wished things could be simpler.

"Will you keep an eye on him tonight," Elena asked Scarlett.

"I'm the last person he wants to see right now," Scarlett muttered to herself, discarding an outfit she lifted up with a touch of anger.

"He still cares about you, Scarlett. He's just hurting because he feels…"

"Betrayed," Scarlett finished for her, as Elena grimaced at the harsh word. "He should. I let him down," Scarlett continued mournfully. "I'd been lying to him for months, letting him think everything was all right while I just trying to forget about it, pretend it never happened."

"But you told him," Elena said supportively, putting her hand on Scarlett's shoulder. "And, yes, your both hurting now. But I've seen the way you look at each other. And I know my brother hasn't felt about anyone else the way he feels about you. You're special to him. And I honestly think you two will work this out some day."

"Maybe…" Scarlett trailed off sadly, looking back down at the outfits, before Elena grabbed one and thrusted it towards her in hopes of cheering her up – even if she knew it wouldn't last.

"Try this on," Elena declared encouragingly. "I think it suits you." Scarlett frowned in disagreement at her, before looking down at the bold black and hot pink, large checkered, sleeveless dress – with matching hat and bright purple go-go boots.

"Do you think I want to look like an idiot?" Scarlett proclaimed, glaring to Elena who just continued to smile.

"Everyone in the Sixties was an idiot," Sarah announced as she walked out her bathroom, now dressed in stylish hippie dress – which she was totally pulling off in Elena's opinion. "That was part of the appeal."

"People are still idiots," Scarlett countered moodily.

"Yeah, but their not as open about it," Sarah pointed out, as if disappointed, while adjusting her flower crown atop her smooth raven hair.

"You make a good hippie," Elena said with a grin, as Scarlett made her way into the bathroom to change.

Sarah seemed to smile in agreement, as she wrapped her thick caramel scarf around her neck, letting it hang loose as she approached Elena. "Now, what are you wearing?" Sarah asked, hands on her hips as she awaited her friend's answer.

Picking up to outfits, Elena held each in front of her as she said, "Twiggy? Or sexy hippy?"

"Are you trying to copy me?" Sarah asked in mock criticism.

Elena shrugged. "I figured if you could pull it off…" she teased with a grin, before both girls laughed.

She enjoyed this. The laughs, the parties, the fun. She hoped tonight wouldn't be her last chance to do something like this, but she didn't like her odds. Klaus was an Original, a supremely powerful vampire, and they only had one means of stopping him, Bonnie. And while Elena had complete faith in her best friend, it unfortunately made her a target. But Elena already knew she'd give herself up before letting Bonnie die for her. She'd surrender, despite what she'd said to her friends and family. Their lives were what mattered to her, more than her own. So she had to be ready, because anything could happen tonight. Anything.

The door to the bathroom opened, and both Elena and Sarah looked over, stifling grins when Scarlett walked out, glaring at them both. "All right, fine, I'll wear it," she snapped, before pointing a stern finger at them both. "But if Damon says one word about me looking like Daphne because of these boots, then I'll stick them so far up his ass, that you'll have to get Buffy to remove them."

And at that Elena and Sarah burst out into laughter.

Leiah had an undeniable love for the Sixties. Sure the Twenties had their appeal, but for her, the Sixties had been like one huge coming out party. In a sense, it had been for her, as that was when Klaus let her out. And it had been the perfect time for him to wake her from her eternal slumber, and she'd always be grateful for that fact.

Sure, she would have preferred to never be boxed up at all, but she took what she could when her brother was involved. And the Sixties had been one of the best things she ever got out of her brother. A whole decade of mischief and mayhem – and all in the name of freedom and expression. It was her paradise. At least that was how she chose to remember it, something her brother had criticised her for over the past few decades – whenever she brought up her fondness for the period. He always preferred the Twenties himself, but that point in time wasn't as well remembered by Leiah.

But that was why – as she stepped into the school hall with her brother – she felt her face drop into a pouty frown, as a crummy cover of Billy Joe Royal's Hush played over the loud speakers.

"They're butchering my favourite time of history," Leiah grumbled, angrily folding her arms as she glared out across the room – namely at the DJ.

From next to her, Klaus grinned. "I don't remember you complaining during the history lesson today?" he pointed out, bringing his little sister's glare on to him.

"That was boring stuff, like politics and…whatever else," Leiah dismissed with a confused shake of the head. "But these are my songs, my styles, my dance moves!" Leiah cried out in horror.

"Come now, little sister. You don't own the Sixties," scolded Klaus mockingly, still grinning away like the smug brother he was. "And remember, I was there too."

"Maybe, but I think we both know, I had way more of an influence on that period of time than you," pointed out Leiah in spite.

"Are you still going to maintain you invented that stupid dance," mumbled Klaus beneath a sigh, but Leiah caught it.

"The Locomotion is not a stupid dance and I did so invent it," snapped Leiah possessively.

"All right, in order to save us sometime, – as well as further kicking of that particular dead horse – let's assume you're correct and that you did invent a specific dance move – which, let's face it, in the grand scheme of things, really has no impact on history whatsoever," Klaus declared before turning to his sister and forcing a cheerful smile through his borrowed lips. "Happy?"

"Hardly," Leiah huffed. "But it's a start I suppose.

After rolling his eyes at the dramatics of his little sister, Klaus then began tapping his foot, only to let out a sigh as he then said, "All right. The doppelgänger and her friends aren't here yet. So until they arrive, how about you and I fix up this Sixtes party to your liking?"

Now this, Leiah could get behind, as an irresistible smile slid onto her face. "Thank you," Leiah said gratefully, to which Klaus tipped his head in a short bow. And no sooner had he risen back up, had Leiah grabbed one individual who was not dressed in a very Sixties fashion – choosing instead to don jeans and a t-shirt which just so happened to have a peace symbol over it.

"We'll start by getting rid of you," Leiah said to the boy, who had no idea what she was on about. To him, she was just another student that he didn't recognise. Dressed in a worn poncho, black t-shirt beneath, and jeans with various smily faces, love hearts and flowers sewn in. The passing boy had no idea who the freckled face girl was. But after her got sucked into the whirlpool of her compelling blue eyes, it didn't matter. "You're going to go to his classroom, and wait for me there. You will not leave, you will not make a sound. Now go," Leiah ordered, before shoving the dazed and compelled boy away.

"I'll handle the music. You wrangle me some kids who clearly don't respect the Sixties." Klaus understood her meaning and nodded before Leiah took off towards the DJ. She moved at her supernatural speed, in a hurry to get things ready for the real party as she appeared next to the DJ's desk, as if appearing from out of thin air.

"Hey there!" Leiah called in a cheerful girly tone. Despite the one headphone covering his ear, and the loud music blasting out from the speakers around them, the DJ still heard Leiah and nodded in acknowledgment. Then, while he stared, waiting to hear what she had to say, she pulled him into her compelling eyes, as she stepped up towards him. "I think it's time we gave these people some real Sixties music, don't you think?" The DJ nodded in agreement.

"Great, now allow me to tell you the list of appropriate songs to play for the rest of the night," Leiah began, before lunching into a detailed list of songs that DJ would be compelled to play – she also provided a historic backstory for each song as she said them. When that was finally all said and done, the DJ switched the song to the true Hush by Billy Joe Royal. It confused more than a few of those on the dance floor – more so for it's change in pace and tone – but they quickly got on with it and either went back to dancing or temporarily abandoned the floor.

Satisfied the music issue had now been solved at least, Leiah returned to find her brother waiting with a group of students that all looked her age. "Ah, and here's the woman who will be in charge of this extra credit assignment, Leiah," Klaus introduced her, before the group of students turned to look at her. There were at least fifteen of them, all dressed in poor excuses for Sixties outfits. They were either so lazy that they were just wearing anything with a flower or a peace sign on it, or had grabbed some cheap ass costume out a store. They were perfect.

"Now, Leiah, why don't you tell them what you'll be up to?" Klaus suggested. And with all eyes on her, Leiah easily began compelling all of them at once.

For an ordinary vampire it might have been hard to compel so many people at once. Even Leiah had struggled at first. But she was a pro when it came to mind control, and had spent a time in her early life evolving the skill beyond that of her siblings. For that reason, she was one of the few vampires, capable of mass compulsion. It was a trick that took up a lot of energy though, so she used it sparingly. The most often usage was in situations like this, were she had to quickly get control of a crowd. She only had time for one command that would be beamed directly into the forefront of their minds, so she had to chose carefully. Or she did back in the last century. As stated, she was a pro and had perfected this style of mind control to such a degree that she could be as vague as she was with one on one compulsion and still get her ultimate goal across to her subjects.

"You're all going to follow me and stay silent." Instantly a dazed and blank look befell the students before her, and Leiah grinned, seeing that she captured them all without missing a beat. Klaus smiled at her proudly, and Leiah soaked up her little moment in the sunlight before saying to her brother, "I'll wait for your signal." With that she then walked away from Klaus, her group of students in tow, as she left the gym and headed for her brother's temporary classroom.

"Take a seat," she ordered each student, one at a time, before taking her position at the head of the classroom. Leaning back on the teacher's desk, as her blank and impressionable students stared up at her, awaiting their orders. She quickly looked from face to face, before picking two out from the group. "You two, come here."

Both stood and joined her before the class. The first was the one she'd initially sent to the classroom for being dressed in nothing but jeans and a hippie styled t-shirt. The second was another boy, dressed in a cheesy Sixties halloween outfit that made Leiah's eyes hurt just by looking at it. "What's your name?" Leiah asked the boy in the peace symbol t-shirt.

"Jerry," answered the boy.

"Well, Jerry, guess what? It's your lucky day, because you're about to join team V," Leiah declared cheerfully, before bitting into her wrist and holding it out towards Jerry – careful not to get any blood over her lovely poncho. "Drink it," she ordered, and the boy did so without hesitation, only stopping when Leiah's skin healed and her blood ceased.

"Now what?" he asked with a confused frown.

"Now the fun part," Leiah said with a mad grin, before she snapped his neck, his dead body collapsing at her feet.