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Bornkiller9: Welcome aboard! So glad to hear that your enjoying the story and everything that comes with it! And yes, it is Sarena. ;) And I would love to get all the way to the end of the show, we'll just have to wait and see.

Getting into the good stuff now! I think from this point on, there's something in every chapter that I've been dying to write since I started this season! In this one it's mostly the emotional bits, which you'll soon see. Enjoy!

Chapter 39: Truth and Trust

Sarah watched as Klaus slowly twirled the thick kitchen knife around in his hand. A menacing grin on his lips as he took another precarious step towards her, Jenna and Stefan. And like last time, she nudged back an inch, pushing Jenna with her while Stefan now took up a position between his sister and Klaus.

"All this tension," Klaus chuckled suddenly as he took a lazy swing with the knife, as if trying to be playful. "You could cut it with a knife." He chuckled again at his own joke.

"Jenna, get outside, now. I'll be right behind you," Sarah said, eyes still on Klaus as she tried to go back another step only to bump into the suddenly firm Jenna.

"No, I'm not going anywhere until someone tells me what this is all about," declared Jenna as Sarah looked back with pleading eyes, begging her to just listen and trust her. Her demeanour didn't change, as the amber blonde stared back defiantly. Maybe if she just told her everything she'd believe her and run, Sarah thought. But if she revealed it all now, then Klaus could twist her words and confuse Jenna even more. And without proof Jenna wouldn't be moving at all, but Sarah didn't really feel like scaring one of her closest friends with her vampiric features.

"Yes, Sarah," said Klaus cooly as he took another step, one away from striking distance. "Why not stay, sit down, having something to eat while we talk it over. Lay it all out on the table for Jenna."

Done playing his games, Sarah turned and grabbed Jenna's arm before forcing her to move into the hallway with a little added vampire strength. "We're leaving, now," Sarah declared, only for Klaus to take that last step to be within striking range.

"You're not going anywhere," he hissed, ready to swing the knife before Stefan shot forward and shoved him against the kitchen island. And having taken the blade from him, he now held the tip against his throat, digging in just enough to release a warning trickle of blood.

"Stefan!" Jenna shouted in shock, once again planting her feet firm as she stared with wide eyes back into the kitchen. Sarah had stopped pushing her too, now looking back to see if Stefan was in need of her help. But it seemed all their assumptions about Klaus being human while in Alaric's body were right. He had no vampire powers now, just Alaric's ordinary body which would be no match for a vampire on its own.

"Sarah, get Jenna out of here!" Stefan shouted without taking his eyes off Klaus.

"You won't kill me, Stefan," chuckled Klaus as if he'd already won. "And even if you do, I'll just take another body, maybe Jenna's." He shut up though, when Stefan pressed the knife that little bit more against his throat.

"What is he talking about?" exclaimed Jenna, looking to Sarah who was turning back and forth.

"Sarah, go! Now!" Stefan shouted again, snapping Sarah from her stunned state as she once again grabbed Jenna by the arm.

"You need to trust me, Jenna," Sarah pleaded with her, looking into those flaming green eyes.

"We can't just leave when Stefan's–" whatever she'd bee saying never got finished, as Sarah whisked them both out of the house at vampire speed. In a blur of black, Sarah had Jenna through the hallway, out the door, down the street and then out into the woods before finally stopping as Jenna shoved herself away from Sarah.

Glancing back, Sarah saw they were a decent enough distance from the houses that no one would hear them shouting. Because she was very much certain there was about to be some shouting, as she cautiously turned back to face Jenna and her shocked eyes. Her jaw open as she stared at Sarah with questions racing through her mind.

"What…What just happened – What did you just do?!" exclaimed Jenna.

Taking a breath, Sarah saw no other way than to just come clean about it all. "Jenna…I'm a vampire."

She let that sink in, watching the emotions swirling around at light speed through Jenna's green eyes. Eyes which quickly became horrified as they processed this singular fact. So, Sarah had to power on through, before Jenna lost it, and explain as much as she could in order to make Jenna understand – and above all, not fear her.

"So are my brothers. And there's so much more I've got to tell you, but for now you just need to know that you're safe and–" Jenna turned to run. She made it about five meters before Sarah then ran around to cut her off, making the terrified woman jump back and almost fall before Sarah reached out and caught her. Steading her until Jenna pushed her off and stepped backwards.

"Jenna, please. For your own protection you have to come with me."

"I'm not going anywhere with you, you–you monster!" Jenna shrieked, turning to run the other way only to find Sarah in front of her once again.

"I promise you can trust me, Jenna. I'm not going to harm you but Klaus – I mean Alaric will, and I need to take you to my house for your own safety," Sarah explained, stepping forward and grabbing Jenna's arm, ready to run them away again when Jenna started hitting her with rabid fists.

"Let go of me! Let go! Let go!" Jenna shouted as she fought. Tears flying from both sides as Sarah grabbed Jenna's other arm and forced her back against a tree.

She hadn't wanted to do this. She wanted to sit down and explain it all to her and let her react as she willed to the news. But things had changed now and Sarah needed to protect her. Unfortunately with Jenna in this state, that wasn't going to be easy. Which left Sarah with a difficult decision. One she hadn't wanted to do, but now seemed she had to.

"I'm sorry, Jenna. I didn't want to have to do this to you again," Sarah said, as her tearful eyes caught Jenna's. Her madly shaking head coming to a jerking stop as she stared into Sarah's compelling eyes. "You will calm down. You will come with me to my home and remain there until it is safe to leave."

With the compulsion complete, the fight left Jenna as she blinked it all away. But then a frown of shock and confusion took over, as fear slipped into her eyes. Sarah felt horrid for what she'd done. Memories of Katherine flashing through her mind briefly until she forced them back down.

She wasn't as bad as her. She did what she did to help protect Jenna. If she'd been like Katherine, she would have compelled Jenna to remain her friend. But she wanted that friendship to be real, like it had been, and never forced. Like Katherine had done with her.

"I hope you'll forgive me when this is over," Sarah whispered as she wiped away the tears from her eyes and started to walk towards home. As she did, Jenna quickly began to follow, asking frightful questions now that she was calm enough, but Sarah no longer had the heart to answer most of them. Simply saying they'd deal with it all once they got to the house, and after she'd phoned Elena.

It had been a while since she hated herself this badly.

"Klaus and the two of us faked the sun and moon curse dating back over a thousand years," explained Elijah as he gestured to Amelia at his side. The pair of them slightly ahead of Elena as they continued with their walk around the Lockwood grounds.

"But if there's no curse–" Elena began to ask before Elijah answered anyway.

"There's a curse. Just not that one."

"The real one's much worse," added Amelia, doing well to keep any thoughts or feelings from her face. "It's a curse placed on Klaus." Just then, for the umpteenth time, Amelia's pocket began to vibrate. They came to a stop by a pond, Amelia taking out the phone while Elijah and Elena continued with the conversation.

"What are you talking about?" Elena asked, while subtly glancing at her phone in Amelia's hands. Though both Originals caught her doing so.

"Klaus has been trying to break it for the last thousand years, and you are his only hope," Elijah explained over the continual vibrations of Elena's phone. Amelia having now checked to see who the caller was.

"What is this curse?" Elena asked, obviously trying to keep to her mission of regaining the Originals' trust. Rather than beg for her phone, like some teenagers would at this time.

"Elena, I think you might want to answer this," Amelia cut in, holding out the phone. With a frown, Elena looked over, surprised she was being allowed her phone privileges back, until she saw who was calling. It was Sarah.

Gratefully, she took the phone and quickly answered. "Sarah, is everything all right? How's Jenna, is she safe?"

"Yeah, I've got her back at our house now," Sarah answered with a sigh.

"That's good," Elena replied with a sigh of relief.

"Not exactly," Sarah then said with a tenseness to her voice. "When we got to yours, Klaus was already there. I got Jenna out but now she knows about me, Stefan and Damon…and she's not exactly taking it well."

Picking up on Sarah's sadness, Elena grimaced, knowing that Jenna's friendship meant a lot to Sarah. She was probably even more worried than Elena was right now, thinking about how this could ruin that friendship forever, now that Jenna knew what she really was.

"Oh, no."

"I had to compel her just to calm down and come with me," Sarah said, the shame breaking down her voice to a shake. "I'm sorry, Elena, I didn't have a choice."

"No, Sarah. I–I understand."

"I've given her some vervain tea now though, just to be safe. And I'm not worried about her running off. I compelled her to stay until we say it's safe for her to leave."

"Okay."

"But, Elena, I really think you need to come here and talk to her. She won't look me in the eye, never mind speak to me… She's terrified." Elena however, also heard the unsaid words that followed Sarah's last remark. She's terrified of me. And with those unsaid words in mind, it made everything else Sarah said sound that much more painful. It was clear she needed Elena as much as Jenna did right now, as someone to bridge the chasm that had just opened up between them.

"All right. I'll talk to Amelia and Elijah and let you know."

"Thanks. Be careful," Sarah added in goodbye, before they both hung up and Elena turned back to the Originals who'd been watching and listening throughout.

"Klaus went after Jenna and now she know everything. Please, I have to go and explain this all to her, make sure she's safe," Elena quickly began to plea.

"It sounds like she's safe to me," Elijah said, quoting Sarah's words back at Elena. "Shaken up yes, but nothing that can't wait."

"Please, Elijah. They need me."

"You may go," Amelia cut in before Elijah could say anything more to the contrary. Both turned to face her, equally surprised by her sudden declaration. "Go and tend to your family," Amelia said, a sideways glance to Elijah, as if her point had been made with that sentence alone.

"Thank you," Elena said, turning to run.

"Elena," Amelia then called after her. "Consider this a test of our trust in you. If you do not wish to lose everything you've gained so far today, you will return to us soon," she cautioned.

Elena nodded back in understanding. "I give you my word," she promised.

"That means nothing until you live up to it," Elijah reminded her curtly, before nodding as if to dismiss her. They then watched as she ran back across the lawn towards the Lockwood house, towards her car and then on towards the Salvatore house. And while she attended to her aunt, the two Originals would wait for her return. It was only then, once Elena was out of sight and Amelia turned back to her brother. That she noticed him staring off into the distance.

There was no need for her to enter his mind. She knew what he was thinking about. The past. The towards the end of the fifteenth century. When they'd first come across the doppelgänger know as Katerina. The doppelgänger which Elijah had fallen in love with, and brought all manner of trouble upon their family.

Even now, after all this time, she still wasn't sure whether he regretted it, or longed for it.

Opposite her, Jenna was sat on the couch in the study, and while she hadn't been freaking out like she had back in the woods, she had been crying the whole time. Sarah had wanted to comfort her, but with Jenna flinching every time she moved, she didn't think the woman would appreciate her comforting embrace. Even if Sarah needed it too. So, she sat on the foot rest opposite her, hunched over with her hands gripping her knees. Trying to seem less intimidating than she probably looked through Jenna's shaken eyes.

They'd both been sat like that for a while. Awkwardly avoiding each others gazes and quickly looking away when one checked to see if the other was looking. At times Sarah thought it better to leave Jenna alone, but whenever she did she couldn't bring herself to get up and leave. She just couldn't leave he friend alone and scared – even when it was her she was scared off.

Finally, Elena arrived, quickly striding across the floor and towards her aunt. "Oh, Jenna, thank God," Elena said in relief, only to then stop when she reached for Jenna and her aunt pulled away.

"No," Jenna breathed, fresh tears forming in her reddened eyes.

"I'm so sorry," Elena apologised, before looking to Sarah who looked back up at her. And in that look Elena saw Sarah hadn't been having the best of times either. She'd already heard it in her voice when she called, but in her eyes, those hurt green eyes… In a way, she was just as scared as Jenna. "We never meant for any of this to happen," she said, turning back to Jenna.

"When I was little, your mom used to tell me bedtime stories." Jenna paused, cautiously looking towards Sarah who met her eye. And for the longest time since she'd found out, they held each other's gaze. Just long enough for Jenna to say, "Stories about vampires…and monsters," and then she turned away. Tears breaking free as Sarah felt her own lips quiver. "I never thought that what she said could be true," breathed Jenna, trying to keep herself from full blown hysteria.

With anther look to Sarah, Elena said to her aunt, "Some of it is," admitted Elena, only to then hastily add, "But not all of it.

"Yes, some vampires are dangerous." At this Jenna looked to Sarah, the obvious question running through her mind. "Sarah's not one of them," Elena insisted. "And neither are Stefan or Damon. They're good people and I trust them. You have nothing to fear from them."

"How can you be so sure?" Jenna asked shakily.

"Because they've saved my life multiple times," Elena assured her.

"How long have you known about them?" Jenna then asked, catching Elena off guard a little.

She swallowed, "A few months now."

"And you never told me?" whispered Jenna, as if saying it too loudly might unleash Sarah's hidden wrath behind her saddened face.

"We…I, thought that if you didn't know, you'd be safe. But then it–it blew up in my face, and could have gotten you seriously hurt tonight."

"Because of Alaric?" Jenna asked, alarm in her voice as Elena nodded her head. Slowly, Jenna then dared another look at Sarah, who's gaze was lowered once more. "And you saved me?" she asked shakily, somehow managing to hold onto Sarah's startled gaze until she answered.

"Yes."

"Why?"

Sarah swallowed, sitting up a little. "Because you're my friend," Sarah insisted in as light a tone as she could. But Jenna only responded by shaking her head. Her lips tightly pressing against one another as more tears flowed out.

"No."

"Jenna, it's true," Elena said when Sarah did not – too busy trying to keep herself together. "You know it is." Again Elena reached to comfort her but Jenna flinched away, so she backed up to be with Sarah. "She's still the same person. There's nothing different about her."

"She's a vampire!" Jenna suddenly shrieked, only to throw herself back against the couch as fearful eyes turned on Sarah, thinking she was about to be punished. But instead Sarah only stared back at Jenna with a matching set of tearful green eyes. So hurt by the statement that she could only cry in silence as her eyes filled up with tears. At that moment she wanted to run out. To find Stefan or Damon or Lexi and just hold on until everything fixed itself. She wanted a friend, but it was becoming increasingly more clear that Jenna no longer saw her as that, but as a monster from bedtime stories long ago.

"Jenna," Elena said evenly, her aunt's gaze moving back onto her. Seeing a sudden seriousness in her niece's eyes which she'd never seen before. "Sarah's not a monster. She's not evil. And she's not going to hurt you. What she is, is my friend. One of my best friends. And yours too."

The seriousness then morphed into the kindness. A kindness Jenna recognised from ever since her niece was five and she came running up to meet her when she came to visit. "I know how you feel. You're scared and confused, just like I was when I first found out about all this. But I need you to know that Sarah is one of the people I trust most in this world. And I know you're only now seeing this side of her but it's just the other half of the girl you once told me was your friend. So, please, just give her a chance to show you that she's not the monster you think she is, and that she's still that same friend you remember." Elena was knelt down now, having come before Jenna and taken her hands. As they both looked over to Sarah, and Jenna finally saw beyond the monster, beyond the imagine she'd built up in her head. And she saw her friend, crying just as she was.

But even then she could still see the monster, even if it was now looming behind Sarah. Like a dark aura that had infected her. And possibly to her shame, Jenna looked away again, not knowing that every time she did she hurt Sarah just that little bit more, as the vampire tightly squeezed her eyes in a futile attempt to stop the tears.

"Does Jeremy know about all this?" Jenna suddenly asked Elena.

"Yeah," Elena whispered. "He found out not long after me… When he learnt about Scarlett."

"Scarlett's a vampire too!"

"No, no, no. She's not–" Elena quickly reassured the hysterical Jenna, only to then start scolding herself. She shouldn't have brought up Scarlett, not yet away. She was still digesting Sarah being a vampire and the existence of a vampires, and now she'd thrown Scarlett into the mix who wasn't even a vampire and only opened up more mad and frantic questions for Jenna to ask.

"What is she then?! A witch? A ghost? A dragon?!" cried out Jenna frantically, as Elena wrapped her arms around her and pulled her into a tight embrace, gently beginning to rock her back and forth.

"It doesn't matter, I can explain it all later. All you need to know is that your safe here and that we won't let anything hurt you."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Jenna asked in between the tears and whimpers.

"I was trying to protect you."

"Protect me?" gasped Jenna, squirming out of Elena's hold and turning to face her with fresh tear stains along her reddened and sore cheeks.

"I'm sorry for lying to you this whole time, I really am, and I will tell you everything now–"

"No, Elena," Jenna cut in so she could explain herself, even if it was in a trembling voice. "I'm the one who's supposed to be protecting you and Jeremy. I'm responsible for you both. Not Sarah, not Scarlett, not Stefan, me. And I…I barely even know what's going on." And again she descended back into tears, as Elena once again pulled her into a hug.

For a further half an hour, Elena held Jenna as she blubbered and cried until she just simply couldn't do it any longer. Then they sat for another ten minutes in silence, the aunt and niece simply holding each other and comforting one another while Sarah watched from the foot rest. Wishing she had someone to hold her right now.

Then Elena began to move and Jenna looked up uneasily. "I'm going to have to go now, Jenna," Elena said, answering the unasked question with regret in her voice. "There's something I have to finish. But I promise, once I'm done I'll come straight back and I'll tell you everything."

"Where are you going?" Jenna asked, looking up at the niece that now stood over her.

"I'll explain it to you when I get back," Elena promised before looking over to Sarah. "Will you be okay if I leave you here with Sarah?"

There was a long silence as Jenna looked over to the vampire, once again seeing Sarah's exposed and hurt soul. Then slowly, she nodded to her niece. "Okay," Elena said gratefully, kissing her aunt on the forehead and giving her one last hug. "I'll be back soon. Just try and get some rest." Elena then said bye to Sarah and made her way out, leaving the two uneasy friends alone once more.

"Would you like anything more to drink?" Sarah asked after a moment, voice shaking ever so slightly.

Jenna shook her head.

"Anything to eat?"

Again she shook her head.

"Okay," Sarah said sadly, head once again lowering as she ran her hands through rave hair, parting it behind her ears as she did. This was not turning out to be the best day, and with the raised voices coming from the hallway it wasn't liable to get any better.

At first it had just been Stefan and Elena arguing about her going back to Amelia and Elijah. As expected she managed to persuade him after a moment. But then Damon blocked her off and the arguing voices got louder.

"Is everything all right out there?" Jenna asked as glanced back towards the door. The voices now so loud that they could hear exactly what was being said.

"I'll be right back," Sarah said calmly as she slowly got up and made her way out of the study. And the second she was across the room's threshold, her entire demeanour changed. She was no longer the timid girl afraid of loosing her friend, but a furious woman who needed peace and quite to get through this difficult time. And not so surprisingly, this was among many other inconvenient points in time when her brothers decided to start fighting, as siblings often did. Unfortunately for them, they had Sarah as a sister.

All at once Sarah took in the situation. Elena, trying to leave. Damon, with his hand on Elena's, preventing her from leaving. Stefan, his hand on Damon's other arm, warning him to stand aside. The two brothers glaring of against one another, while Elena stood still between them, with Andie a few steps behind Damon.

"KNOCK IT OFF!" Sarah shouted, sending all the tension in the hallway flying out the window as everyone turned towards her with varying degrees of shock. "For God sake, I can hear you from the other side of the house, without vampire hearing! Now, I've got Jenna in there trying to process everything that's just been dropped on her, and you two think nows a good time to have your little grudge match, because your upset over not being consulted in the plan. Maybe if you stopped and thought about it for five minutes, you'd both realise this is why Elena and I didn't tell you about the plan, or involve you in it in anyway. Now both of you, let go of each other, let Elena do what she has to, and for once in your lives, be quiet!"

By the time Sarah finished, she was breathing heavily. Having to once again brush her hair back as it had fallen out of place during her rant. But to her credit, everyone had let go of each other and taken a step back. Although while Elena and Stefan both had their heads lowered in sorrow, Damon was glowering at his sister. "Look who suddenly got all high and might," he grumbled bitterly, but even without vampire hearing, Sarah heard it easily, as she clamped down on her jaw. A moment of preparation before opening it up to shout once more.

"Damon, don't push me!" Sarah warned, the look on her face making it very clear she was restraining herself but that that wouldn't last much longer if Damon continued. "I am trying not to freak Jenna out anymore than she already is, but if you insist on acting like a child then I will treat you like a child and throw your ass in the basement until I see fit to let you out! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, mom," Damon mumbled back in a mocking impression of a child, and Sarah had to fight the urge to grab the nearest object and hurl it at him.

Thankfully though, it seemed getting the last word in was enough for him. When nothing more was said he turned on his heels and strode back down the hallway, taking Andie as he went. Once they vanished into the living room, the tension in the hallway all but vanished, as Elena looked back to silently thank Sarah. "Just go, before he changes his mind," Sarah said, and Elena quickly made her way out the door before Damon did just that.

Once they heard the car engine, Sarah and Stefan shared a final look, before they parted for the time being. He made his way up to his room for some peace and quiet – as well as for a place to cool off – while Sarah returned to the study to make sure the rowing hadn't upset Jenna worse than she'd already been. But to her pleasant surprise, when she walked back in, she found Jenna with a mild gasp and something like admiration in her eye for a brief moment.

"Sorry about that," Sarah apologised, once again taking on the role of timid little girl. "Are you sure there's nothing I can get you?" she asked as she sat down on the foot rest once more, just wanting to help Jenna in anyway possible. Anything that would keep her busy and possibly help with their friendship.

"No. No, I'm good thanks," Jenna said, her own timid look returning as they both slid back into the familiar discomfort. It felt so unnatural for them both to be like this, almost to the point of silly. Especially when they'd been able to talk to each other so easily before. And when that thought occurred to Jenna, she looked back to Sarah, finally seeing her and only her. No monster looming in front or behind. That was the girl who'd been her friend.

As she felt her back press against the wall, Leiah managed to grin for a brief second before Greta captured her lips in a heated kiss. Another second and she'd pulled back, muttering a silent spell through moving lips. Next thing Leiah knew, there was a flower blossoming from in between her breasts – where the stem vanished into her crop top. Her favourite flower in fact. A yellow rose with fierce orange tinted edges to the petals.

Plucking the flower from her bosom, Leiah gave it a delicate sniff, before a feisty grin slid its way onto her lips, as she looked back up to Greta's warm brown eyes. "You know me so well," Leiah giggled, before grabbing Greta by her jacket and pulling her into another kiss. Her back once again pressing against the wall.

"Don't mind me," Maddox mumbled as he walked by them and into the apartment building. The same one Leiah and Greta were making out against. "I'll just carry this all up myself," he said, gesturing back to the two compelled men Leiah had picked up to help with all of Klaus' stuff.

"Awe, is someone upset because he's being left out?" Leiah teased, reaching over to scratch at Maddox's chin. He pulled back, working hard to maintain his neutral expression while Leiah and Greta giggled at him. In all honest he wasn't the type to get jealous. Plus he knew the occasional fling with Leiah was nothing to obsess over. It was just her way of blowing off steam or having a bit of fun. Although he would prefer it if he didn't have to see her making out with other people right in front of him. That was unless he was invited to join in.

Sadly, that had not been the case here, or back where they'd been to collect Klaus' things. Upon arrival, while Maddox and the compelled help had been moving everything into the van, Leiah had been inside having yet another, 'quick,' session with Greta. To hold her over during the ride back to Mystic Falls. And the whole way back Greta had teased him about not being involved while Leiah just soaked up the drama with a joyful smile. Now they were out the car and she was trying to prolong the fun that little bit more by making out with Greta before entering the building where Klaus' host body resided.

"Don't worry, Maddox. I'll make it up to you. Promise," Leiah whispered seductively. Though it lost a little of its charm for Maddox, as while she was saying it and looking at him, Greta had been planting kisses along the Original's neck. Rolling his eyes, he made his way inside, Leiah and Greta's laughter on his back as the compelled men followed him with Klaus' bags.

"We should probably go with him," Greta pointed out in between kisses.

"But all the fun's down here," protested Leiah with another sly grin, as her hands moved around Greta's waist and down behind her back. Giving a squeeze when she found her desired target.

"And Klaus is up there, waiting," Greta argued a bit more firm. Taking a hold of Leiah's hands as the playfulness left her, and removing them from her rear. She could be a fun one, that was when Klaus wasn't in need of her skills or abilities. For when he called on her, Greta came running like the good little soldier she was. It was a quality she and Maddox shared that Leiah found to be annoying at times. It would be so much better if they were loyal to her over Niklaus.

"All right, fine," sighed Leiah in annoyance, brushing back her blonde hair before she then had an idea. "Before that though, hold this," she said, holding out the flower Greta had created. Taking it, Greta held it before her as Leiah brought out her phone to snap a quick picture. With the flower taking up the centre of the screen and the smiling Greta acting as the backdrop, Leiah took the photo before smiling at her phone screen. How she loved the modern phone. What could be better than an instantaneous camera that was built into a phone that fit in your pocket? Answer; nothing, in Leiah's opinion.

"Okay, now we can go up," Leiah said, grabbing one last kiss from Greta as she took back her flower. Then hand in hand, the pair made their way up the stairs and into the teacher's apartment, where Klaus and Katerina were waiting for them.

At the sight of his sister and another of his powerful and loyal witches, Klaus broke out into a smile – using the teacher's face of course. "Greta. Finally," Klaus greeted warmly, as the two compelled men walked back outside. Once they passed, Greta pulled her hand from Leiah's and made her way before Klaus.

"Hello, Klaus," Greta replied, giving his new body a look over as she grinned. "Nice body. You ready to get out of it?" If Klaus' smile was anything to go on, he most definitely was.

"What? No love for your favourite, sister?" Leiah asked indignantly as she gestured to herself.

"Well, what with your little stop with Maddox before you left – and of course your inevitable delay with Greta when you arrived – I would have thought you'd have no need of my love, dear sister," teased Klaus with a very, 'Klaus,' grin – despite his foreign body.

"Fine," pouted Leiah as she marched forward, taking Greta's hand forcefully. "Since your not going to appreciate me, I'll be borrowing your witch until tomorrow morning. Good luck getting back in your body while I'm blowing her brains out." She tried to march off with Greta then, but Klaus quickly grabbed hold of Greta and yanked her back to his side.

"I think not, sister," he said smugly. "You've had your fun with her, now let me have a turn before you have another go." He then glanced over to the open door, his grin broadening as the two compelled men rolled in a trunk big enough to hold a fully grown man. Or one ancient Original vampire.

Still grinning he turned back to find his sister instead pouting at him. "Don't worry sister. While I'm using Maddox and Greta, I've got another toy for you to play with." He then gestured across to the couch, where a suddenly wide eyed Katerina was sat, and at the sight of her Leiah perked up.

"Thank you, Niklaus."

"My pleasure," he replied, as he watched the short, and yet somehow still threatening Original, advance on Katerina.

"Now then, let's resume our little photoshoot," Leiah declared, somehow managing to capture both a menacing and playful tone at the same time. Enough to make Katherine shiver all over as Leiah grabbed her chin and began to compel her.

While awaiting for Elena's return, Amelia had expected a great many things to go wrong. She'd expected news from Elena of her not being able to return, of her friends coming to try and subdue them once more, of Klaus and Leiah coming to pay them a visit for old times sake. Thankful, the time in which Elena was away was quiet and peaceful. When the night drew in she and Elijah returned to the Lockwood mansion where Carol was more than happy to share a drink with them while they waited. But with a busy day tomorrow, she didn't stay up late, and retired leaving Elijah stood by the lit fire and Amelia in an armchair. In her hands she held a glass of wine, nursing it until she and her brother heard the front door open and close. And then in walked Elena.

She strode into the room, a woman on a mission. Removing her jacket and laying it down on the coffee table as Amelia said, "Welcome back." Her getting however, was not reciprocated as Elena folded her arms, gaze switching between the two Originals but never once losing any of its purpose.

"Tell me. What is Klaus' curse?" asked Elena plainly, as if she'd never left.

Amelia shared a look with Elijah, shrugging as she lifted her glass of wine for a sip. She had to admit, she was growing more fond of this doppelgänger. "Please," Elijah said, gestured to the couch opposite him and Amelia. Elena obliged as Elijah sat down his glass of wine, doing the same with his sister's when she handed it to him.

Then, picking up the story where they'd left off, Elijah said, "Our family was quite close when we were human. But even then, Klaus and our father did not get on too well. When we became vampires, we discovered the truth. Klaus was not our father's son.

"Our mother had been unfaithful many years before. This was her darker secret."

"As you might imagine, relations between our father and Klaus did not improve with this knowledge," Amelia picked up. "Their relationship grew even more…violent. And it didn't stop there. This revelation had our father hunt down and slaughter not only Klaus' true father, but his entire extended family as well. Of course, it wouldn't be until many centuries later that we'd all come to realise that in this act, our father ignited a war between the species."

"A war between the species?" asked Elena, not following.

"The vampires…" Amelia said before a pause.

And after, Elijah continued with, "…And the werewolves."

The frown that had already been consuming Elena's face intensified as she thought this over, closing her eyes as if to visualise it before opening them back up. "So…Klaus' real father was from a werewolf bloodline? What does that make Klaus? A werewolf, or a vampire?" Elena asked, on the edge of her set as she stared back at the emotionless masks the Originals had suddenly donned. They looked towards each other, silently deciding whether to tell her before both looked back to the curious brunette before them.

"He's both," Amelia answered with a thin and most certainly terrifying smile. Watching as Elena gasped widely in response.

"But… But what does that mean?" the doppelgänger struggled to get out.

"A hybrid would be deadlier than any werewolf or vampire. Nature would not stand for such an imbalance of power. Therefore the witches, the servants of nature, saw to it that our brother's werewolf side would become dormant," Elijah explained as it clicked for Elena.

"That's the curse that Klaus wants to break?" she declared, still leaning forward on the edge of her seat, wrapped up in the conversation.

"Yes," answered Amelia. "And in breaking the cures he would become a true hybrid, half vampire, half werewolf. This would then allow him to sire his own bloodline – create his own species, just like him. One that would be deadly to everyone and everything."

"But you both helped him? Why?" asked Elena, now on her feet.

"We helped him because we loved him," answered Amelia with a sad look in her eye, a memory flashing before her eyes from a time long ago.

"That's changed," Elijah cut in.

"And now he must die," Amelia concluded just as plainly once more. The sadness wiped from her eyes and replaced with an unwavering determination.

"But you have the daggers now," pointed out Elena eagerly. "You can use them to stop him."

"The daggers were forged to deal with us, the Original vampires. The witches that created them had no idea of Klaus' true heritage," explained Elijah.

"And even while the werewolf part of him remains dormant, it seems its presence in his blood is enough to prevent the dagger from working on him. They were made to be used against vampires, not werewolves. Ergo, for someone who is half vampire and half werewolf, the daggers are useless against them," concluded Amelia, subtle brushing her coat and making sure that the dagger Elena had given her earlier was still there. It was, to her relief.

"So, there's nothing that can kill Klaus?" Elena asked nervously as she folded her arms.

"There's one way to kill any supernatural species…at the hands of the servants of nature themselves," responded Elijah.

"A witch," Elena nodded. "If they can channel that much power. But it would kill them," she said sighing as she let her head fall back.

"Not quite," countered Amelia, as Elena's eyes snapped towards her. "You see, the curse must be broken during the full moon. And once the curse is broken, Klaus will immediately go into transition – from man to wolf."

"That's when he'll be at his most vulnerable," interjected Elijah pointedly. "A witch with enough power can kill Klaus in that moment and live." And with that Amelia saw relief and hope fill Elena's eyes as she took in a slow breath.

"What if I told you both, that I knew a witch that could channel that much power?"

"Then we would tell you there's one more thing that you should know," Elijah replied.

From there Amelia took over, her gaze lowered from Elena's and her brother's while she spoke. "Over five hundred years ago, when we first met Katerina, my brother discovered through a coven of witches, a means in which to preserve the life of the doppelgänger, while still using her in the sacrifice."

"You found a way to save the life of the doppelgänger?" Elena whispered slowly, as if saying it any louder might shatter this glimmer of hope before her.

"Yes, Elena. I did," admitted Elijah as he picked up Elena's jacket for her. "But unfortunately, Katerina took matters into her own hands first. I believe you already know how that played out." He held Elena's jacket out for her, and she took it without ever looking away from his stern brown eyes.

"You cared about her, didn't you?"

"It's a common mistake, I'm told," Elijah mumbled quietly before heading for the front door, momentarily leaving Amelia and Elena in the sitting room.

"I think it's time we notified your friends of our alliance now, don't you?" Amelia spoke up, turning to Elena who suddenly had uneasy look on her face. Then slowly she nodded, pulling on her jacket as Amelia rose. Both following Elijah out to Elena's car so that she might drive them back to where this day all began, at the Salvatore house.

Once Jenna became more at peace with the fact that she would be staying in the Salvatore house, Sarah showed her to one of the guest rooms. All of them were kept in fine condition, thanks to the compelled maids that Damon had clean the house once a week. They usually came when everyone else was out and did a good job at coming and going without being noticed. The only room they didn't clean was Stefan's since he apparently preferred to do that himself.

Opening the door to the room nearest the stairs, Sarah led Jenna into what would class as a standard three or four star hotel room. It wasn't as lushes or as big as the rooms Sarah and Damon had, but then, they'd had their rooms modified for them – absorbing other rooms in the process, such as when Sarah expended her walk in wardrobe. Despite the size difference though, it was more or less the same room in layout. Same wooden carvings on the walls, a few pretty pictures, dresser, stool, bed and a bathroom. Something that nobody would object to spending a night in, unless they knew about the vampires living a few doors down.

"Will this be okay?" Sarah asked softly as Jenna walked into the room, giving it a curious look around. "It's closer to the stairs, I figured that would make you feel a bit safer. And you've got a window–" She cut herself off before she could point out the possibility of it being an escape route. For one thing Jenna was still compelled to stay until she was told it was safe for her to leave. But she also didn't want her feeling like a prisoner in the house either, especially when she was still fearful of her and her brothers.

"–And a bathroom there," Sarah had quickly added gesturing to the closed door across from the bed as she tried to cover her slip up. Jenna simply nodded, still not meeting Sarah's eyes as she sat herself down on the bed. Hands resting in nervous fists on her lap.

"I'll talk with the others about getting some of your cloths tomorrow." Jenna only had what she was wearing after all. "But if that's not possible your welcome to dig through my wardrobe for anything," Sarah offered, only to be met with the same silence, and that far off haunted look Jenna had been mastering for the last hour or so.

Sensing that she still wasn't ready to talk to her, Sarah backed up a few steps as she said, "If you need anything just shout, I'll hear." She turned regretfully, wishing like she had been for the past few hours that things could be better, or that it could go back to the way they'd been before. "When Elena gets back I'll send her up." She was at the door now, stepping out and about to close it behind her.

"I'm sorry," came the quiet shameful whisper, as Sarah quickly turned back around to look through the door she'd begun to close. She was frozen in the action, her hand still on the knob and only her left foot still in the room, while her head was now craned to look back at Jenna. The amber blonde's tearful green eyes finally looking back into Sarah's with a sizeable decrease in her terror. She was still frightened, still coming to grips with this new world she'd found herself in without any say. But Sarah could tell she was looking at her like she was a person, not just a monstrous vampire. And the thankfulness in her eyes must have been overwhelming, because then Jenna started to cry again, shameful tears falling from those dull emerald eyes of hers.

"I–I don't…I don't want to be scared of you. I know you're-you're…"

Sarah nodded, showing she didn't need her to say anything more. "I understand," Sarah said with a timid smile, tears of her own forming and making her smile look so innocent. "It takes time, to take it all in. It took Elena a few days to get used to it. It took me…longer." While Sarah was ready to pour out her heart and tell Jenna everything about her past, she knew an emotional overload wasn't going to do the woman any good. Let her process the surface of her world, before she dragged her down into the shadowy depths of it.

"And for the record. You're handling all this brilliantly," Sarah laughed, wiping her tears away as she tried to sound supportive. Jenna let out a nervous laugh to, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the two were smiling at one another again.

"Do you… Do you mind if I ask, how old are you?" Jenna put forward, leaning from her place on the bed.

"I think that's something we'll leave until later," Sarah said softly, worried the answer might scare Jenna back into her timid state. But upon seeing the disappointment in her lowered gaze, Sarah decided to give her a hint at the answer. "But…let's just say I'm more than old enough to be your grandmother."

"So, that would mean your old enough to drink," pointed out Jenna, now nervously fiddling with her hands before suddenly looking back up to Sarah's eyes from her hunched position. "Kinda makes me a bit of a bitch for cutting you off at the Grill." Sarah hadn't be sure if laughing was the correct response, but when she saw Jenna smile again she knew she'd been right.

"Yeah, yeah it kinda does I guess," said Sarah as she brushed back her dark raven hair so her smile could be seen more clearly.

"I'll probably have to make that up to you at some point." She was trying, and Sarah could see that and it warmed her heart. She'd been terrified of this phase going on for weeks, and yet already Jenna was approaching the bridge back to Sarah and their friendship. She wasn't all the way there by any means, and it would take time, but it was enough to put Sarah's doubts and fears at bay for now. Something which she was truly grateful for.

"I'll settle for you letting me share a drink with you when your ready," Sarah countered.

"Not the bloody kinda…right?" Jenna asked, fears getting the better of her again as she swiftly looked away.

"No. I'd much rather share a shot or a beer if you like?"

Jenna looked back up, the casualness in Sarah's voice making it sound much more…normal. And in that moment she'd needed just that. A normal invite from a friend to go out and just talk some time. "Yeah. I'd prefer that too," agreed Jenna with another soft, timid, smile.

Feeling like there was nothing more to be said, Sarah nodded back to her firmed, before slipping out of the room and closing the door. Once out of sight, she allowed herself a bigger smile, so glad that she was finally making progress with Jenna again. It was true their friendship would never be the same now, but she knew she didn't want to lose Jenna from her life. She just wasn't ready to go through that kinda of lose again. It hand't even been a year since Lexi…

The smile on Sarah changed then. Going from big and hopeful, to small and sadly reminiscent.

But then a bang from down stairs, only just caught by her vampire hearing had her snapping from her thoughts as she raced down to the study in a blur. There, she found her two brothers, arms locked around one another as they snarled angrily at each other. It wasn't hard to tell they were in the middle of a fight. Probably the continuation of the one they'd almost had earlier, when Elena was leaving to rejoin the Originals. Only this time they had come to blows.

Sarah could see that one of the bookcases had been broken. A couple of its shelves still clung from the inside holding up a few fallen books, but otherwise the area around it was covered in splintered wood and damaged books form whoever had crashed into it.

Without a moment to lose before they damaged anything further – or worse, got Jenna worked up again – Sarah leapt over the banister between her and her brothers, and dashed over towards them. Once close enough, she grabbed each by the chest and pushed them back away from one another. But despite her intervention, their eyes were still locked. A mad fire in both the green and blue sets of eyes, one that would not be so easily extinguished.

"Stop it!" Sarah shouted but if they'd noticed her they showed no sigh, as they charged back at each other with Sarah caught in the middle. She might not be entirely sure what was going on between her brothers – though she had a few ideas – but she knew she couldn't let this nonsense continue. So she stood her ground, arms out stretched and ready to prevent the two from being able to strike one another.

Initially it worked, as she managed to keep them both at arms length. But then together they threw her aside into the couch and swung for each other, the pair shouting and snapping like lunatics as they briefly came to blows, before locking each other in a hold once more.

Again Sarah forced them apart and said in unison with another voice, "Stop!"

Her brothers froze. Their blue and green eyes clashing as that fire dimmed enough to be controlled. Looking between them, Sarah searched for any sigh of one of them being about to move, but they remained still as they glared. Then, thankfully, they took a step back, and all three turned towards the doorway to see Elena who'd shouted along with Sarah. Only she wasn't alone. Stood along side her was Elijah and Amelia, now inside the Salvatore home. But at that moment, their eyes seemed glazed over, as they started at the three siblings that had been fighting not a moment ago. As if both remembering a similar moment from their own history.

Amelia was making her way along smooth stone corridors when she heard the commotion from up ahead. With sudden haste, she picked up the front of her long dress and ran the rest of the way. The castles walls, tapestries and candle light, flew by before she appeared in the stone archway that lead into the chamber. Once there, she gasped in horror, seeing Elijah against the fireplace with Klaus holding him there. His vampiric features emerging as he leaned in towards his brother.

"Niklaus!" shouted Amelia abruptly, blue eyes wide with shock as both her brothers turned towards her. Though neither moved from the position they were in.

"What in the name of sanity is going on in here?" demanded Amelia as she marched into the room. The front of her blue dress still held up as to not hazard her purposeful stride.

"Katerina has fled the castle!" snapped Klaus angrily, before once again throwing Elijah against the fireplace's mantel with enough strength to have the stone work crack. "And it's his fault! All because of his affections for the girl."

"Niklaus, I can't believe that to be true," declared Amelia boldly, instantly regretting it once her brother's gaze found her. All his anger towards Elijah now briefly taking aim at her. And in that moment, she was quite sure this whole experience would end in either herself or Elijah being daggered. That was unless they could retrieve the doppelgänger.

"I don't bloody care if you believe it or not!" Klaus snapped, before being thrown back across the room and into the wall. He was back up on his feet in the blink of an eye though. His hateful gaze once again on Elijah, whose firm figure stepped forward.

"That's enough, Niklaus. If you must direct your anger at someone then direct at me, not Amelia or any of our other sisters," Elijah informed him calmly, while looking more than ready for a fight. He was right to, as without warning Klaus charged at him, but Elijah stood his ground only skidding back ever so slightly as the two locked their arms around one another while trying to push the other back.

"Brothers, stop this madness!" cried out Amelia as she stepped towards them, only to receive both of their fiery glares.

"Get out, Amelia!" roared Klaus as the blood filled his eyes along with the familiar black veins beneath. His voice, loud enough to make the castle's stone walls tremble, told Amelia just how angry her brother was in that moment. And yet somehow Elijah was still able to hold him at bay, at least for the moment. But she knew Klaus would overpower him in a moment or two, it was only a matter of time. It was well known Klaus was the strongest of all the Originals and Elijah would need her to help contain him.

Instead however, Elijah said to her, "Go, Amelia. Wake our sisters and summon the guards. We will join you shortly."

She wanted to stay. To help him deal with Klaus like they always did. But something in his eyes told her that he thought himself guilty of what Klaus was accusing him off. That he had cared enough for the doppelgänger to let this happen and that somehow because of his feelings this whole event was his fault. And he wanted to be punished for it. So he would stand alone against Klaus, and take his punishment. The honourable Elijah. And his supposedly honourable sister, Amelia, who turned and left her brothers to their dispute.

As told, she went and woke her sisters and the guards, summoning everyone to the courtyard. Once there they waited until Klaus emerged from the steps above, flanked by an already healed Elijah. Walking side by side as if nothing had ever happened. But it had happened, and Amelia, the ever knowing sister, knew it had. And as she watched them descend the steps towards her, she felt so ashamed for not having stepping in – to resolve their conflict in a civilised manner.

Their family then mounted up, riding out into the forest with the castle guards, as the hunt for the doppelgänger begun once again.

"So now you've invited them in?" snapped Damon as he angrily gestured to the two Originals at Elena's side, snapping whatever daydream they'd both been having.

"We've renewed the terms of our deal," Elena said calmly, looking specifically at Damon. Stefan was still a little on edge by the Originals presence inside the house, but he'd yet to make a move or say anything. All he'd done so far was stare curiously at the two, with Sarah still in between her brothers just waiting for something to go wrong, like it normal would.

"Really?" scoffed Damon.

"The two of you will come to no harm at our hands," explained Elijah nodding to each of the Salvatore brothers.

"What about Sarah?" asked Stefan, a frown line appearing.

Although it just as quickly vanished when Amelia said, "She wasn't among those who conspired to kill me and my brother." At her curt words Stefan bowed his head in understanding. Regret passing through his lowered eyes before he looked back up.

"We only ask for one thing in return," continued Elijah.

"What?" spat Damon.

"An apology," answered Amelia with a touch of smugness to a very thin grin.

Damon scowled back at her but said nothing as he looked to his siblings. Sarah merely shrugged, not seeing it as all that bad – but then again, she wasn't the one being forced into grovelling. Stefan however, took it better with a deep breath, before he stepped up towards the banister around the study's separated floors. "I'm sorry for the part I played in betraying you both," he said loud enough for everyone to hear while looking up at the two Originals. "I was protecting Elena." His gaze then switched to her as he smiled and she smiled back. "I will always protect Elena."

"We understand, Stefan," replied Amelia humbly, bowing her head in return before his gaze swiftly moved to Damon. Eyes narrowing at the far harder challenge ahead of her and her brother. And while the blue eyed vampire shook his head angrily in disagreement at his brother, every other eyes had come to land upon him alone.

"The sacrifice is going to happen, Damon. Bonnie will be able to kill Klaus without hurting herself and Elijah knows how to save my life. I told you I'd find another way. And I did," explained Elena.

"Is that true?" Damon quickly asked the Original, eyes focused like a laser on him. Watching for any sign of deceit. In truth, Sarah was doing the same. Just because the Originals had agreed to help Elena, didn't necessarily mean they wouldn't double cross her out of revenge. They might both be noble, as proven by their actions previously, but as the old saying goes, 'An eye for an eye.'

However, without hesitation or any sign of lying, Elijah answered, "It is."

"And you're trusting them?" Damon shot out, eyes back on Elena.

"I am," answered Elena firmly.

"Then you're an idiot," Damon declared bluntly, before his blue eyes turned on his brother and sister. "You all are," he bit out, before storming out of the room and towards the stairs.

"I'm sorry," Sarah apologised to the Originals on her brother's behalf. They both nodded, as if understanding, or perhaps anticipating this response, before Sarah jogged from the room and after Damon.

She had to talk to him. Find out what was going on inside his head and try to make him see sense for Elena's sake. But Sarah also knew her brother and his stubborn pig headedness, and knew it wasn't going to be easy getting through to him. Especially when he was still working through his feelings for Elena, feelings Sarah could tell he still hadn't figured out – even if she had given him the answer already.

Making her way up the stairs, Sarah continued on towards Damon's room until she heard her brother's voice from up ahead. "I thought I told you to leave." He was angry still, but Sarah hadn't recalled him telling her to leave. She came to a stop, frowning at his door which was still several meters ahead of her. The door open just enough for her to hear through without having to rely on her vampire hearing.

"You didn't compel me," sang out Andie uncertainly from his bedroom. Upon which, Sarah realised that her brother wasn't even aware of her yet. She continued on silently towards his door, stopping outside as their conversation continued.

"I want to be here," instead Andie as she stepped towards Damon. "Just let me be here," she pleaded.

Then suddenly through the gap in the door Sarah saw that Damon had grabbed Andie by the head. Holding her directly in front of him as he glared such intense anger into her eyes that Sarah thought for sure Andie would scream unless he compelled her otherwise.

"I'm upset," Damon snarled, and Sarah could feel the internal conflict within him in that moment. "And you know what happens when I'm upset. You have to leave," he pleaded in return. Almost begging as his angry glare turned to a sad pleading look that consumed his face, as if it'd just been splashed with water.

"No," Andie replied firmly, taking his suddenly delicate face in gentled hands. "You need to know that somebody cares about you. That I care about you, Damon."

Sarah gasped, already anticipating Andie's next words. She'd just thought she was his play thing, that everything between them was because of the compulsion, but now she could see it. See it through Andie's eyes. "Damon I lo–" Grabbing her jaw and squeezing, Damon cut her off as his contorted face switched back to anger.

"Don't say that," he begged, squeezing more tightly so Andie had no chance to say anything as she began to struggle in his grasp. "Please, don't. I can't hear that. I don't want to hear that. The last time…" He bit down on his lip, fighting back tears that had suddenly began to fall down his cheeks.

Rose… Sarah thought sadly as she watched her brother's very own tragedy play out before her.

"Only two things happen to the woman I love," Damon heaved out through laboured breaths, as the tears continued. "They betray me… Or they die!" he shouted, suddenly jerking Andie around in his hands. "And I can't have her die!" Damon groaned, repressing a scream as his emotions consumed him suddenly and he reached forward with his fangs and bit into Andie's neck.

She screamed, and Sarah automatically burst into the room, at which point Damon shoved Andie away. "Damon, what are you–!"

"No!" Andie shouted from the floor, already pushing herself up with one hand clutched around her bloodied neck. Both Damon and Sarah's shocked gazes shot to her, as she fought her way back up to her knees and looked up to Damon through her own sorry eyes. "It's okay."

Damon started shaking his head, falling to his knees in front of her. "No. No, it's not okay, Andie. I can't go through that again. I can't have you turn out like–" he cut himself off with a heavy breath, before once more taking Andie's face in his hands, turning her eyes towards his.

"Andie, you don't lo-"

Before he could finish Sarah shoved him aside, breaking his mental hold on Andie as Sarah took over. Forcing Andie's gaze to meet hers, she quickly compelled her and said, "Go home, Andie, and get some rest." Though there was obvious reluctance in her eyes, she obeyed Sarah's order and rose to leave, collecting her cloths from Damon's bed as she did. However, when she reached the door, she stopped to look back at Damon, who was still hunched over on the floor breathing heavily.

"It's okay," Sarah said with a reassuring smile to the woman. "I'll look after him. Just go home and get some rest," she urged, letting the compulsion do the rest as Andie left the room.

With her gone, Sarah turned back to find Damon crawling towards the fireplace, using it to then help himself climb back up. "Why do you keep pushing everyone away, Damon?" Sarah asked with a sorry look to her brother's back, as he refused to turn around, still leaning against the fireplace. "Andie loves you, it's obvious. And I don't believe you compelled her to." She then paused, watching him closely as she then said, "And I think you probably love her too, in some way."

At her words Damon tensed, his grip on the mantel tightening as he took in a trembling breath of anger.

"She would be good for you you know–"

"Well, who asked you!" snapped Damon as he swung around, his mood back to anger as tears flew from his scornful blue eyes. "It has nothing to do with you. Why can't you go and stick your nose somewhere else for once, you nosy little brat! When are you going to realise that just because your my sister doesn't give you the right to meddle with my life!" roared Damon angrily as he advanced towards Sarah, towering over her with his furious and trembling blue eyes. The tears still coming.

"I'm just trying to help–"

"I don't want your God damn help, Sarah!" cried out Damon, limbs flying as Sarah grimaced – half expecting one to hit her. "You were bad enough with Rose and looked at what happened to her! I don't know if you've noticed a pattern yet, but every time you get your nose stuck into my business people die!" It wasn't true and he knew. Yes people died a lot around them, but he was reaching with that one.

The simple truth was he was just angry and in his burst of rage his other bottled up emotions were starting to come out. His love for Rose, the woman who'd died just as he was realising his feelings. And then there was of course, the Elena issue, in which his feelings for her had now gotten tangled up with Andie. That was why he was trying to send her away, believing it was him and that everyone he loved was going to die because of what was happening with Elena and what had happened with Rose. He just didn't understand his own feelings.

"Damon, I get that your worried about Elena. I'm worried about her too, but we have a plan to save her now and one that everyone else is onboard with."

"And I told you that your all idiots for thinking it's going to work," bit back Damon as he swiftly turned and stormed off towards the fireplace once more. No longer wanting to look at his sister.

"Damon, please," pleaded Sarah as she followed her brother across the room. "You have to realise that you don't love Elena in the same way that Stefan does. You only think that you do because of what she represents to you."

"Shut up," Damon growled without looking back.

"You have to move on from these feelings before they destroy our family. Elena's your friend, but nothing more than that. Obviously you still care about what happens to her but you don't have to love her to–"

"SHUT UP!" roared Damon as he swung around, grabbing Sarah by the shoulders and forcing her back – her heart leaping into her throat at her brothers sudden outburst. "Stop telling me how I feel! Stop telling me what my feelings mean! Just stop! For once in your God damn life, Sarah, Stop!" Damon yelled as he shoved her out of his room and slammed the door in her face.

But even with the door closed, Sarah could still hear her brother as he lashed out from within his room. Unable or unwilling to understand his feelings and what they meant. For nearly twenty minutes Sarah stood on the other side of his door, listening sadly as he thrashed around his bedroom, until he finally tired himself out, and collapsed face first onto his bed.

She stared at his door for another five minutes after that. Sadly watching his door until he finally fell asleep. Then she pulled herself away, turning to find Jenna's head pocking out her room.

"Need someone to talk to?" she asked softly. To which, Sarah couldn't stop herself from nodding.

Bent down, Leia snapped another photo with her phone, before standing up and smiling at the result. "What do you think?" Leiah asked Katerina, showing her the phone screen as the doppelgänger leaned over to look.

"It's a little satanic," she mumbled in response.

"Oh, good idea," Leiah agreed as she swiped at phone screen until the photo was covered in a red tinted filter. It made the scene before her and Katerina even more creepy.

The human sized trunk which carried her brother's body was now stood up right, in the centre of a circle of wax candles, all with flickering flames. Knelt before the trunk, was Maddox and Greta, who were both in the process of preforming the spell necessary for Klaus to return to his own body. And next to the trunk stood the teacher, who Klaus was still inside. His head bowed and eyes closed as the witches did their spell.

"Definitely saving that," Leiah said gleeful, as she saved the flittered imagine too, before putting away her phone to watch the spell's conclusion.

As the two witches' incantation died down, the flames on all the candles suddenly rose sharply. Leiah grinned when she felt Katerina jump from next to her. Then there was a silence, as the two witches looked up from their knelt position, the spell complete.

The teacher's body was still. Then suddenly it gasped for air, head tilting back as if awakened. Once he'd caught his breath he looked back down, confused at everything around him until he looked to Katerina with a questioning look. "Elena?" he gasped before his legs gave way and he collapsed inside the circle of wax candles.

"Well, I'd say that's a pretty good sign that it worked," Leiah said aloud as she stepped over the candles and made her way towards the trunk. Grabbing hold of the lid with one hand, she pushed it opened with ease. Smiling with a sudden rush of eagerness, as Klaus, in his true form, stepped out.

He looked around the room with his true eyes. Taking in everything he'd already seen through the teacher's. Then with his lips turning up in a charming, yet dark grin, he looked to his little sister. "What? No hug for your favourite brother?" taunted Klaus before Leiah threw her arms around his chest.

"Oh, it's so good to have you back in your own body," cooed Leiah as she pulled back enough to look up at a grinning Klaus.

"The feeling is mutual, love," said Klaus before looking over to Katerina and smiling along with his sister, still wrapped in his arms.

"Best get your camera ready, Leiah. I've got a feeling that tomorrow night's going to be a once in a life time opportunity."