Two days. Two days was all it took for all hell to break loose in this town. Jenna knows John's our father – she was hurt, confused, she felt betrayed that we had known and never told her. I could understand that, we should've told her sooner so she wouldn't have been blindsided by the inevitable return of him. I wanted to tell her, but once again no one wanted to listen to me.

Caroline was kidnapped and tortured by the wolves. Everyone expected her to break, to lock herself away in her room and be afraid. She isn't that Caroline anymore; she was upset, angry and betrayed over what had happened to her. She was stronger than it, she overcame it, and she can handle anything that this world throws at her. She can even handle the fact that her own friend, Tyler, just stood by as they were going to kill them.

The moonstone. That stupid little rock was going to get more people killed. Tyler inadvertently let it known to them that Elena looked like Katherine, which in turn sent them on a hunt for the moonstone and Elena. Resulting in Alaric getting his neck snapped…again. And Damon being tortured by Jules and few of the wolves until Elijah came to save his life; yet they still believe they can't trust him.

Tyler left. Whether from the guilt of everything that happened, or because he felt that he could do better with Jules and whichever other wolves she knew that hadn't been killed. Caroline won't admit it, but she's disappointed and upset he didn't even say goodbye to her. I'm angry. He just left. He's been one of my best friends since the sandbox and he just up and leaves. With not so much as a fucking note.

I know they're all hiding something from me. Elena's still at the lake house with Stefan, but it's clear that there is more to that than just a weekend getaway. Damon, I can't trust him. He doesn't trust my judgment with Elijah, and I don't trust him to not get everyone killed.

I've never felt more alone to be honest. I feel so secluded from everyone now. We all went through the same thing, know the same things, and yet…I'm the only one to see the bigger picture. There is more to life than just Mystic Falls, more to life than just this sacrifice, this curse. Everyone is bending over backwards to help save Elena's life that they haven't even stopped to ask me if I'm all right. I've been there for them, let them cry, scream, complain. I've helped them all with their stupid, impulsive plans and they can't spare five minutes to help me find out more about myself.

Realizing that I had actually taken out my sketchpad earlier, I look down at what I was absentmindedly drawing. Eyes. A beautifully, intense pair of eyes, there was this emotion – this fire, in them. Possession. They were familiar to me, even though I know that I've never seen them in my life. I would be able to place who they belonged to if I have, they were the type of eyes your drowned so beautifully in; the kind of eyes that would be my downfall.

Suddenly my lighting was blocked by a large shadow, looking up I see Elijah peering down at my drawing. His eyes lighting up with mirth and intrigue, almost as if he knows exactly why I drew them. I say nothing, waiting for him to say something first. After all, he did come over and interrupt my solitude.

"I believe it's about time you and I had that chat Olivia." Offering me his hand to help me up.

We begin to stroll slowly throughout the parks many different trails, neither of us saying anything for a few moments until we get more secluded.

"I know you can give me answers. I know you can tell me why I'm so different."

"You are correct in your assumption. I can tell you almost every answer you seek. I will. Over time, not all at once. There are a few more matters I must attend to before you can learn everything. For now though, I can tell you enough to put you slightly at ease.

"Everything in your life will change once I tell you. Are you prepared to learn things about your life that will possibly have you lose the people who are closest to you right now? Are you willing to keep things from your friends – your family – for the sake that they won't trust you with anything should they find out?"

I felt like my head is spinning. Literally spinning. What answer would possibly result in them not trusting me? I've never given them a reason to not trust me. Okay, that's a lie. I've made a lot of poor decisions and done some incredibly dumb things, but at the end of the day I'm a good person. Or I'd like to believe I'm a good person. I didn't ask to be this way, to be different.

Would I lie to them? I'd like to believe that I'd be the bigger person and just come clean about everything Elijah can tell me. I won't though. I know that I would lie to them in a heartbeat about it if I thought for one second they would judge me, or treat me differently, if I thought they would keep things from me. They would accuse Elijah of lying to me, that no matter what he said it couldn't possibly be true.

I can see it now, Damon with a drink in his hand, scoffing at me for believing the original vampire who clearly can't be trusted. Only he can be trusted. He's the only one who I know will be fully honest with me. Hell he just was. He was being completely honest with me about telling me everything I wanted to know, just not all at once. I'm thankful for that, because honestly, I don't think I can handle all the knowledge at once.

Was I ready? Ready to change my life? Ready to alter my world for good?

"I've never been more ready in my entire life Elijah. Regardless of what you tell me, I know you'll be honest. I know you'll help me." I tell him as I stopped to sit on a bench, "I'm human, yet I can't die. I have this amazing intuition that is basically a sixth sense. I can't be compelled, yet I've never taken vervain a day in my life. I'm stronger than a human girl should be – vampire strong. Please, just tell me why. Tell me the truth."

"The truth to put it shortly, you're immortal."

My head turns around to look at him faster than I ever though I could move. He didn't…I mean, I can't be, "How…is that possible?"

"My youngest brother, Kol, before we became the original vampires that you know of, was a warlock. He possessed an incredible amount of magic, he took it the hardest when we became vampires. He had lost his magic. Lost everything that had made him Kol. Until he told us that he had a made a wish, a simple wish, for a soul mate. He had sealed the spell with his blood, his magic, thus essentially making you possible to be here today.

"There has never been a twin to the doppelgänger before, yet here you stand. Kol searched for you for years before he realized that you had not been born yet. He had to wait, to be patient, something he is not. He lost his way, lost sight of the bigger picture. None of us thought it would take a thousand years to find you."

I'm immortal. I'm the immortal soul mate to an original vampire; an original vampire who doesn't seem to feel guilt over ending a bunch of lives and living his vampire existence to the fullest. The thought should bother me, should make me disgusted and angry that someone I've never met has basically put a claim on my life. Claimed me as his. It doesn't though. It makes me happy, almost calm, like everything is falling into place. I'll have somewhere I belong. I'll have someone who understands me, will love me.

"I don't understand something Elijah," I turn to him, "If he's been searching for me for a thousand years, waiting to feel the pull of me being born…then where is he?"

Giving me a look I can only describe as guilt, despair and pity, "He's daggered in a coffin. Scattered in the ocean with the rest of my family."

My chest tightens, my breath caught in my throat, "But…he can't be. I mean I – wouldn't I know? Shouldn't I be able to tell?"

"It's a possibility, you for all purposes should be able to locate him just as he would be able to locate you. Unfortunately, Niklaus has seen to it that will never happen."

"Niklaus is your brother too isn't he? Why else would he take away your family?" I ask him, gently laying my hand on his arm.

"He is, however, that is a story for another time. One that I will tell you more about when we have a bit more time." He stands up, taking my arm in his and pulls me up so we can begin walking back towards my car.

"Lijah?" I ask him, noticing him raise an eyebrow at my use of a nickname, "If I'm immortal, why am I aging? What will that mean for me if I become a vampire?"

"You're life is tied to Kol's life, he became a vampire when he was nineteen years young. If you are still human by your nineteenth birthday then you will stop aging at that point. If you become a vampire, which I do hope is by my brothers doing as he won't be happy with anyone else, you will become the next original to grace this world. You will gain the strength and benefits of being one. The only way to kill you will be to kill Kol. If he dies, then you die."

I don't know what I expected him to tell me. Honestly, I had thought it was just some kind of genetic fuck up that led to me getting a sort of cool superpower with strength that surpasses the normal human being. I definitely wasn't expecting to hear the word immortal come out of his mouth.

To be honest, I don't know which is more shocking to me, the bit about being immortal or the part where I have an original vampire soul mate who just happens to be out of commission in a coffin somewhere with a pretty dagger in his heart.

Wait a minute, "If originals can't be killed then why the hell is a dagger keeping him in a fucking coffin?"

"Ah, finally caught on to that bit did you?" He asks as we reach my car, "Unfortunately for us, there is a way to put us in a sleep like state. It has the effects of daggering a normal vampire, only we don't actually die and it only lasts as long as the dagger stays in us. It's a special dagger with special ash from a white oak tree that we have made sure was destroyed a long time ago."

Nodding my head a bit, "This is, this is a lot. I mean, you barely told me anything really and my head is spinning. I – thank you. Thank you so much Elijah!"

I throw my arms around him, feeling him stiffen into the hug at first before his arms wrap around my smaller frame, "You're most welcome. You are family. A sister, I'll protect you as best I can from anything that may harm you. I feel as I should apologize to you though, you now know information that you can't tell your family, your friends. Are you still okay with all this?"

Pulling away from him, "I've never been more sure about anything. You're right, we're family. I knew from the moment that I saw you that I could trust you; I felt a bond to you. I couldn't explain it then so I cast the thought aside, but I won't betray you Elijah. You have my word that no one will find out about this from me. Hell they won't even find out about me being immortal until I feel they can be trusted with that."

"Your loyalty to my family is amazing. You don't have any reason not to tell your friends but you won't. The bonds you feel for us are strong. Your bond to Kol I imagine is intense now that you're aware of it."

"You have no idea. I feel this, this pull, this almost emptiness I didn't know I had. Like I need him by my side. Almost as if I should be out there searching for him like he did me, but I know for now I can't. I'm safer with you than I am with my friends, they won't understand. They're very – they get tunnel vision when Elena is concerned. They won't put my feelings first, they won't care how much you mean to me already or how much I know I can trust you."

"My cell phone number is programmed into your phone now, feel free to call or text me with anything you want, we're family after all." He smiles at me, "Now I must be going, I have a few more things to get done before the day is over."

With one last smile at him I get into my car and head home. Home. Such a strange connotation, the meaning can change so suddenly. A few hours ago I would've sworn up and down that the house I just pulled up to was, in fact, home. Now, now I know it's not. It's temporary. Home is where Kol is. I haven't even met this man, this vampire, and my soul mate but I already know there is no going back.

I've never been that girl, the girl who goes weak at the knees and forgets who she is or where she came from and runs away with a guy. None of the guys I've dated, or even hooked up with made me feel the way I do now and I haven't even seen him. I can imagine though, that he's every ounce my type. Clearly the ultimate bad boy, questionable morals, devastatingly handsome, with eyes that so clearly will draw you in, making you putty in his hands before you even know what hit you. I picture him with an accent, kind of like Elijah's, and that only makes my heartbeat a little faster.

Now I just need to wait, to be patient. I'm not very good with being patient, but I can't exactly go scouring the ocean to find him. I'll learn to be patient, for him. I can wait; after all, I have eternity.