Selina opened the door and was amazed when James came stroding in with Lenora on his heels. "Well, this is a surprise," she said. "What brings you here? Can I get you a drink or something?"

"Thank you, but no," James replied. "This isn't a social call. We heard about Elijah, and for Maggie's sake, we want to help. She was in tears when she called us after she heard it from Gregory."

"It's very sweet of you," Selina replied. "But I'm sure there are other ways you'd prefer to spend your time. And Gregory already has it under control."

"One vampire against an entire pack of werewolves?" Lenora asked skeptically. "Even if he's of Original descent, Gregory's gonna need help. So, what should we do first?"

"But what about your own law enforcement duties?" Selina asked James.

He shrugged. "It's a slow time and I'm bored. If anything interesting happens, Astrid will call."

"All right," Selina nodded. "If you're sure. I'll just let you do what you do." She scribbled Gregory's number on a piece of paper. "Here's Gregory's number," she said. "You can call him and see what he needs you to do."

Lenora looked her grandmother over. "And maybe you should get some rest," she said. "Have you been worrying a lot? That's a stupid question, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I've been worried," Selina nodded. "But the hardest part isn't the worry. The hardest part is keeping strong for Ethan. You know, he asked me if Elijah was coming back, and although I have no idea, I had to tell him 'Yes'. What else could I say?"

"Nothing else," Lenora replied. "Not unless you want to scar the poor kid for life."

"Exactly," Selina nodded. "Usually, in situations like this, Elijah calms me down. But since he's gone, I feel...I feel really alone."

"Want me to stay with you?" Lenora offered. "James usually does law enforcement type stuff on his own, anyway."

Selina nodded. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble, I would love for you to stay. We barely ever see each other. And I think...I think if we go over to your grandfather's, we might see your dad. You wanna go see him?"

"Sure," Lenora replied. "Why not?"

While James called Gregory to see what he wanted him to do, Lenora and Selina set off for Klaus', where Selina hoped Adrian would be. When they arrived and knocked on the door, the first question Selina asked Adrian was, "is your dad home?"

"No," Adrian shook his head. "He went off to Amy's. I think he might be gone for several hours."

"Good," Selina nodded. "Can we come in?"

"Of course, Mom, Ladybug." He gestured for them to enter, and when they were all sitting in the living room, Lenora said, "I talked to Felicity the other day, Daddy. She's thinking of coming to visit at some point."

"Well, wonderful!" Adrian replied. "Finally, someone else who can handle my father so I don't have to do it. No wonder Alistair got tired and left."

"I'm glad your dad's gone," Selina said. "I don't know if I'd be able to face him. I could have falsely accused him of handing Elijah over to his father to be tortured, and then tried to beat up on him, and if he's innocent of that, it would be really awkward."

Adrian then stood up and came to hug his mom. "How're you doing?" He asked her. "Are you doing all right?"

"No," Selina shook her head. "Not really. I just wish we knew something about where he was, but I haven't heard anything."

"Well, if Uncle Elijah was dead, the kidnappers would call someone and gloat, wouldn't they?" Lenora asked. "And we haven't heard anything like that yet, so I think he's okay for now."

"I just want him home," Selina buried her head in Adrian's shoulder. "Whatever condition he's in, whatever they've done to him. I don't care, I just want him home."

"So...you wanna talk about that kiss with Elizabeth?" Laura asked Charlie.

Charlie's eyes widened. "How do you know about that?" He asked. "You weren't even in the basement when it happened!"

"Katherine told me about it," Laura replied. "She thought I might be interested. First decent thing she's done in awhile."

"Are you mad?" Charlie asked.

"Do I sound mad?" Laura asked. "Why should I be mad? You and Elizabeth aren't related or anything."

"Well, you don't like Katherine, so I thought you'd hate anything that would make you have to spend more time with her," Charlie replied. "Like me liking Elizabeth."

"I spend all day with her," Laura said dryly. "I can handle it."

"Well, good," Charlie replied. "Cause I might date her some day."

"Thank you for warning me in advance so I have time to mentally prepare myself," Laura said. "It's very kind of you."

Charlie nodded. "Anything I can do to help!"

"Do you ever think about what it will be like for us if Elizabeth and Charlie start dating?" Laura asked Katherine. "Not that it'll happen for a long time if it does, but Charlie told me it might."

"I wouldn't worry if I were you," Katherine replied. "Charlie might not even be appealing to Elizabeth when they're older."

"Why wouldn't he be?" Laura asked, feeling offended. "Elizabeth is human, so she has no room to be so picky!"

"And what's wrong about Elizabeth being human?" Katherine asked. "Do you have some problem with that? You think I'm the one that will cause problems for Charlie and Elizabeth, but it sounds more like it'll be you."

"No, it won't be," Laura replied, her cheeks heating up. "I-I had no idea why I said that. I'm sorry."

"I don't believe you," Katherine replied stiffly. "And if I could get your father or Gregory to start paying for my shoes again, I'd quit right now."

"Just keep doing the rescheduling!" Laura snapped. "And how long until my next appointment?"

"Half an hour," Katherine snapped back, and picked up the phone as it rang. "What do you want?" She yelled. Then, her tone quieted. "I mean, Katherine and Laura's salon...how may I help you?"

Laura scowled when she heard the name. She'd originally called the place something more clever, but Katherine had messed with the advertisements before they went to print in the paper, and now they were stuck with what she'd put.

"Okay, you want a color?" Katherine continued. "We can fit you in...tomorrow at two. Would that work for you? All right, Jillian. See you!" She hung up. "You might want to get out the kooky colors," She advised. "Jillian wants different high-lights."

"I hope she's doing the maintenance I told her," Laura said. "She colors her hair almost as much as I do. But I know she misused home color once, so at least I can be relieved she's only having it done professionally now." She paused. "And she's coming tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Katherine nodded. "At three."

"I better run out and get some more color, then," Laura said. "Just to make sure we have enough of whatever she wants in her hair."

"I'll hold down the fort," Katherine said. "You don't have to worry."

"I'll try not to," Laura replied. "But since it's you, you know I will anyway."

After going in and out of consciousness for several days, Elijah finally reached a point where he could see straight and peered around at his captors, who were all staring at him and laughing. If there was one thing he hated, it was being laughed at. "Who are you all?" He demanded. "Why have you taken me?"

"Because you are the son of Mikael, are you not?" Asked one of the men who looked very much like Niklaus. It must be his father

"Yes, he is my father," Elijah nodded. "What's it to you?"

"A thousand years ago, he killed my family," Niklaus' father said. "And now, I plan to ruin his." A young warlock cast a spell to restrain Elijah's movements and then, he was rushed by a small but determined female wolf, who bit him deeply on the arm. Elijah looked at the bite and laughed. "This won't kill me, you know," he said.

"Indeed," Ronan grinned. "But it's in your blood now. At the next full moon, you'll turn into a werewolf, just like your brother."

"I believe I have to kill someone before that happens," Elijah replied stiffly. "And that won't happen!"

The warlock muttered under his breath, causing Elijah to rise to his feet as one of the more scrawny male members of Elijah's family punched him in the face. They began to fight, but Elijah got most of the hits in. Eventually, to his shock, the young man was on the ground, gasping and coughing up blood. "Finish it," he whispered. "Finish it!"

"No, I won't!" Elijah replied. "We need to get you to a doctor!" He leaned forward to take the young man's hand and pull him up, but then he got the feeling again like he was being controlled. Feeling absolute horror, he grabbed the dying young man and fed from him until he went still. Then, Elijah came back to himself, staring at the dead boy in his arms. Then, he turned around to face the warlock, who had no doubt made him kill the boy he held. Cause he really was nothing more than a boy. "How could you?" He asked. "How could you?"

"Very easily," Ronan replied coldly. "Now, as I was saying, at the next full moon, you'll become a werewolf. And I assume you'll want to stay with us cause you'll feel too much shame to go home?"

"Never," Elijah replied. "You may have turned me against my will, but you won't be able to keep me here. You'll see."