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As soon as we were in the Original's flat, I immediately let go of him and flopped down on the comfortable looking couch with the dagger still in my hand. Well, at least Damon couldn't try again now. Whatever the stupid idiot thought – or didn't think – for that matter, was an utter mystery to me.

"What?" Elijah blinked "How? Your stomach…" He stepped closer, tugging up my shirt without thinking.

I smiled lightly, tracing a hand down his face "I'm alright, Elijah. Completely healed."

"How?"

"Sit," I gestured for the vampire to take a seat across from me "My story is… complicated and I won't be telling you everything. I really don't want to get you in the middle of anything. It's bad enough that Damon knows…"

Elijah raised an eyebrow "Damon knows about you?"

I nodded sheepishly "We have been friends for over a century. It took me ages to tell him though, so yeah…" I paused and bit my lip lightly "About that dagger." Waving it around a bit, I turned it around and held it out for the Original to take "I told Damon in the beginning that I wouldn't go against my beliefs. While you seem to be an arrogant little shit sometimes, you're also – sort of – trying to help them. A dagger to the back is wrong, no matter if you're the enemy or not."

"Arrogant little shit?" he repeated, looking vaguely offended.

"That's all you got from my explanation?" I smirked teasingly "Anyway, I don't approve of stabbing people in the back, literally or not."

"Thank you," Elijah smiled, ghosting his fingers over the dagger, collecting the ash from it.

I shrugged "No problem. So, what do you want to know exactly?"

"I would ask what you are but then again, I don't think I will be getting an answer?" the Original smirked and I nodded in agreement "So I'll settle for asking how old you are."

"Hasn't anyone told you that it's rude to ask a lady her age?" I teased but then turned serious and shrugged "I have lost count if I'm completely honest. I have been around for more than a few millennia already…"

The vampire's eye widened in surprise "It must be lonely to be around for that long…"

"It was," I nodded lightly "I found friends and one of my brothers is around now as well."

"You have siblings?"

I smirked "Yup. Four older brothers and several younger siblings. Like a lot. There are only a few I get along with though."

Elijah tilted his head in contemplation "May I ask why?"

"They tried to kill me. No, not true. They actually killed me," I corrected myself "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my father." I decided to be honest with the Original. It's not like I had anything to lose. If he did something to me or anyone I cared about, I could still erase his memories but I hoped that it wouldn't quite get that far. Elijah was… different and I quite liked it. Even though he was somewhat arrogant with his confidence, he was still honourable. He would have helped Elena survive (one way or another) until Damon fucked it up with that dagger. Sometimes my friend really didn't think before he acted "Can I ask why you want to kill your brother? From what I know you were always pretty close?"

"You know then," he murmured "I thought so but I wasn't sure."

"Of course I know," I sighed "I still remember all of you Mikaelsons. For some reason, I couldn't go a century without running into at least one of you. Although I think the last time I saw Kol was when he was murdering London's prostitutes."

Elijah managed a small grin "That's Kol. I never knew that he was Jack the Ripper though. Well, I had my suspicions but no evidence."

"What happened?" I questioned quietly.

"Niklaus… He killed them all," the Original sighed tiredly, burying his face in his hands. I close my eyes, the situation hitting a bit too close to home. I got up from the couch and walked over to sit down on the arm of the chair he was in "He told me that he threw their bodies into the sea."

I raised an eyebrow "Wait, he told you what?" From what I knew, Niklaus was a… "Hey, he is a werewolf, right?"

"Yes, why?"

"Because that makes literally no sense. A werewolf's first pack is always their family. They wouldn't just throw them away or kill them," I explained. It was true. Even if he daggered all of them, there was almost no way, Niklaus really threw them into the sea. It was not in a werewolf's nature to do something like this.

Elijah exhaled loudly "Are you certain?"

I nodded "Pretty sure. I mean, I can't tell you for sure but chances are he still has them around."

"Thank you," the Original spoke up after moments of silence.

"I didn't do anything," I shrugged "My family is broken beyond repair and I really don't like seeing the same thing happening to someone else. Maybe you should just try to talk to your brother without the whole killing part? It's just an idea but definitely something that's worth a try."

Elijah blinked "I'm not sure that would work."

"Have you tried?" I challenged. Honestly, I was only telling him to do what I would be afraid to do. I wasn't sure whether I could gather enough courage to talk to Michael or Lucifer – if he ever escaped the cage. Gabriel was easy because he always had been the most laid back of all of my brothers. Raphael was a no-go for now. At least not before I tried with Michael first… "I mean without talking down at him, threatening, or anything of that sort."

"Have you?" he shot back.

I snorted "Touché but my situation is different from yours. One of my brothers knows that I'm alive. I'm unable to contact the others but I'm sure that Gabriel will as soon as possible…"

Elijah put a hand on my shoulder "I will talk to my brother if I see him again."

"That's good," I nodded, opening my mouth to say something else when the ringing of my phone cut me off. I frowned down at the caller ID and quickly accepted the call "Sammy?"

"Ray." That one word was enough for me to know exactly what happened.

I closed my eyes tightly and slumped back against the back of the chair "Where are you, Sam? Pack and I'm coming to get you."

"You don't have to," he murmured, sounding everything but fine. Actually, he sounded like he was about to burst into tears at any given moment.

"You're kidding, right? There's no way I'm leaving you alone right now…" The Originals hand gripped mine comfortingly. He must have understood that this had to do with the friend of mine I talked about earlier. I peeked at the clock and it was indeed a while past midnight.

Sam sighed softly "I'm actually on my way to Virginia. I remember you saying something about Mystic Falls? If you're still there then I can be there in a few hours."

"Alright," I nodded, pinching the bridge of my nose "Okay, I can deal with that… Call me when you're closer? I can tell you where we'll meet…"

"Thank you, Ray. I'm not sure if I can do this alone."

"You don't have to, Sammy. Bobby, Ellen, Jo and I will help as much as we can. Just… drive carefully. I don't want you to die as well, understood?"

Sam chuckled tearfully "Ma'am, yes, ma'am."

I rolled my eyes "Idiot. I'll see you later."

"Bye, Ray." With that, he hung up and I exhaled shakily, dropping my phone on the table in front of me. Dean was dead… One of my friends was being tortured in Hell and I couldn't do anything about that. What kind of fucking Angel was I?

Hesitant arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to a hard chest. I startled a bit and turned my head up to blink at Elijah's chin "What…?"

"You looked like you needed it," he shrugged sheepishly, not letting go of me "I take it this had to do with the friend in trouble?"

I nodded "Sam is his younger brother. Dean made a deal to save his life a while back and his time is over…"

The Original tightened his arms "You feel guilty. Why?"

"Because I could have done something… Anything but, of course, I listened to my father. He forbade me from interfering. Said that it had to happen," I murmured "The least I could do is to make sure that Sam is alright."

"That's noble of you," Elijah whispered.

I shrugged "They remind me of two of my brothers. Dean, the oldest, always loyal to an absent father. Sam, the younger one who rebelled. I'm not sure but I think this has been actually written since my family broke apart."

"What?"

"Never mind," I shook my head "Listen, I have to get my house ready for when Sam arrives. You can come over tomorrow if you have more questions." The vampire nodded and I scooted back, out of his arms. Huh. It felt like I was already missing something. Weird… I didn't pay the feeling any mind though, instead, I scribbled the address on a piece of paper quickly "Well, see you around, Elijah." I nodded one last time and spread my invisible wings, landing in my house only a second later.

The rest of the night, I fixed everything that was either broken, dusty or just messy. I hadn't stayed here for over a century. The last time was in the late 1800s and even then my stay only lasted a month. Staying in one place for a while wasn't usually my strong point but I could try.

My mind was on both Sam and Elijah. How bad would Sam be when he gets here? He sounded bad on the phone but then again, Dean and he had always been close from what I'd seen. Could I even help him? Elijah, on the other hand, was completely unexpected. He was charming, really good-looking and I didn't know what to do. I mean, I saved him from Damon's stupidity but was that the right move? His family deserved a bit of help though. They were ripped apart by bad choices, just like my siblings and me. If I couldn't fix my own family, I wanted to at least try and help someone else. What did that make me?

At around ten in the morning, I got another phone call from Sam, telling me that he was a few miles off from Mystic Falls by now. Against my better judgment, I asked him to meet me at the Grill.

Since my car was still at the Boarding House, I had no choice but to fly there again. That's what I thought. I was about to leave when someone knocked on my door. I opened it and saw Elijah standing in front of me, wearing another suit. Is that everything that guy is wearing? I mean, it looked good but still…

"Elijah," I greeted with a small smile "I was about to leave to meet Sam at the Grill. Would you like to join me?"

The Original tilted his head in surprise "Of course," he nodded, holding out his arm. I slipped my hand into it. Sometimes I really missed this gesture. It was of a time passed… Kind of like me in a sense, although I was even older than that.

The car ride to the Grill was spent in a comfortable silence. I was staring out of the window, slightly nervous about my decision to meet Sam in such a public setting. Nothing against the other Hunter but the town's people were too nosy for their own good…

We were already sitting at one of the booths with some drinks when the door opened and the tall figure of the younger Winchester walked in. He scanned the room and hurried over to me. I was barely standing when he had already pulled me into a crushing hug "Ray," he murmured into my hair, clutching at my jacket like he was drowning.

"It's alright, Sammy," I hushed. Nothing was alright and I knew that but what else could I tell him? That Dean was being tortured out of his mind where he was right now? By father, I'm not his brother – or sister in this case – but I already hated the thought of what I knew was happening "Let's get you something to eat and then you're going to lie down, alright?"

"Yes, mom," the Hunter mumbled under his breath, falling onto the bench next to me. His gaze fell on Elijah and looked at me questioningly.

I scratched my head "Right, sorry. Elijah, that's Sam. Sammy, Elijah."

"Nice to meet you," Sam told the vampire pleasantly, digging into the plate of food, I had ordered for him earlier. There was no way I was staying here longer than necessary. Especially not if Damon was hanging out here more often than not. The idiot shouldn't cross me for a few days or so… At least not until I calmed down.

"Same," Elijah nodded.

As if my dad laughed at my half-prayer, a voice sounded from my right "Well, well, well, who do we have here?"

I groaned "Really Damon? Haven't you done enough for a while?"

"I thought we were friends, Ray." Damon raised his hand in mock hurt.

"Right," I nodded thoughtfully "I might be your friend but I can still tell you that what you did was easily the stupidest thing you've done in your whole life. Not only did your little boyfriend over there stab me but you also tried to stab someone in the back for helping you. What does that say about you?"

The younger of the two vampires raised an eyebrow "You got in the way. That's not my fault, you know."

I sighed in annoyance "Just leave, would you? I don't have the patience to argue with you right now."

"Fine," Damon huffed, storming off.

Sam raised an eyebrow at the Salvatore's back "What was that about?"

"Don't worry about it right now. I'll explain later," I waved him off.