AN: Here's the next one! I wrote this one in one sitting today (normally I have trouble with this story, but today the chappie flew out of my fingertips!) so I'm really happy! Tell me what you think, as reviews give me huge motivation to write, and they give me ideas for what should happen next! Thanks guys!

The room was silent as Klaus and Elijah stared at each other for the first time in over a century and a half. Daphne looked from one vamp to the other, trying to gauge the emotion in the room, but getting nothing. She looked at her father, confused. There was another vampire in the room who appeared to be Elijah's bodyguard.

Elijah had requested that Jonas put up a spell which masked the emotion he was feeling; Klaus was highly intuitive, and there was a high chance that he'd pick up on the moment that Elijah decided to kill him; something that could jeopardize the action. Jonas watched Daphne carefully. He wanted to make sure that she was actually alright and not under any kind of compulsion before he decided what to do. He hadn't been completely dishonest when he told Elijah that he'd knocked the brothers out on purpose; he hadn't fully decided what side he was on, and he didn't need one of the Salvatores forcing his hand.

"Klaus, it's been such a long time." Elijah said.

Klaus smiled. "Not long enough, it would seem." He said, not trying to mask his displeasure at being there. Elijah simply sighed, shaking his head.

"I see that you haven't changed much." He said. "Still bitter and rude."

Klaus almost laughed at his arrogance. He was hundreds of years older than Elijah, and yet he had the nerve to speak to him in that manner. "And I see that you haven't matured at all." He swallowed. "Now then, let's get past the petty small talk. You have the doppelganger?" he said. He wanted the girl out f the room; Elijah was unpredictable, and the last thing he needed was Elijah seeing how much his opinion of humanity had changed. If Elijah tried to kill a human today, Klaus would be forced (out of his newfound appreciation for the weak race) to save them. Letting that kind of information out would put Daphne into danger for sure.

Elijah smiled cynically and looked at Jonas. "Bring Miss Gilbert, please." Jonas left immediately, cutting off Elijah's bodyguard and heading down the hall to Elena. Klaus and Elijah stared at each other for an uncomfortable second before speaking. Elijah knew that he had to keep Klaus distracted while Jonas instructed Elena in what would happen.

"What exactly do you plan on doing, once the curse is broken?" Elijah asked, looking at his elder.

"I'm not at liberty to discuss that with you." He said.

Elijah's expression changed to anger for a split second, then became friendly again. "If it were I who were lifting the curse, I'd use the wolves to my advantage, and take the human world into slavery." He said. He had every intention of doing so.

Klaus laughed. "And do what? The human world is by far too advantageous a community to spoil it as you would."

"Is it?" Elijah asked. "What do you see in these weak people...these mindlessly humming worker bees who are barely aware of the time, let alone a being as powerful as you or I?"

"Their social system." He said. "While they are obviously weak, they have created empires and fortunes that far exceed anything that we've created."

"What of the fortunes that you yourself hold?" Elijah said.

"Impossible without humanity. From them I gained everything." Klaus could see the irritation in Elijah's face, and he smiled. "And from me, you gained everything."

Elijah did his best to hold in the rage that surfaced at Klaus' comment. At one point they had been friends; the point at which Klaus had him made an original. Times had changed, and here they were. There was nothing Elijah wanted more than to rip the little human beside Klaus apart; he could see from his body language how much the human meant to him. It was pathetic. He would wait for Elena, however. There was a much better chance of his own survival if his plan worked accordingly, and if something happened, James (his bodyguard) would see to his protection.

Jonas walked into Elena's room, closing the door behind him. "Klaus is here." He said. Elena looked at him, scared. She'd seen the plan that he wanted in the flashes, and she nodded.

"Do you have the dagger?" she said. Jonas nodded and pulled it out of his jacket.

"Here. Elijah is expecting you to use it on Klaus; I'm sure you've seen the plan we were building." Elena nodded in confirmation.

"I'll do it." She said. She would kill Elijah; she had to. Daphne had shown her in the flashed how the dagger worked, and she'd shown her what would happen if a vampire used it. "Is Damon..."

"He's unconscious. When you kill Elijah, he'll switch back into his body." She nodded.

"We have to go." He said, motioning to the door. There wasn't much time left.

Damon lay on the floor, deep asleep. He was floating through an infinite space of memories; over a century worth of images, scents, sounds, and screams. He saw the first time that he'd laid eyes on Katherine, in all her adorned beauty. He was so different then, so optimistic and undamaged.

He saw flashes of his father; the man who'd never been satisfied with him. No matter how hard he'd worked, Stefan was always his father's favourite, and it had always been apparent. Katherine had chosen Stefan as well, and Damon felt pangs of hurt as he vividly remembered the times that she'd compelled him to leave her room or forget that they'd met.

Finally, he saw Elena. She had become such a large part of his life, and yet she only occupied the last eight months of his memory. He'd never realized how much he'd come to need her in that time span, and he hadn't realized until now how much he'd changed. When she chose Stefan at first, he felt the pangs of rejection that his father and Katherine had sent him, and he'd been mad; unstoppably mad and reckless. He'd killed in front of her, and for reasons no greater than his own pain. Now, she'd chosen him. Since that moment, the fear had disappeared. They'd had less than half a kiss, and yet he was completely enthralled in her choosing him; the act itself was more intimate than anything he could imagine; more intimate than sex, blood, or death. It was intricately scary and beautiful.

He continued to drift through his feelings and memories, his current body growing weaker by the minute, Jonas' blood drying on his face.

Elijah didn't turn as he heard Elena and Jonas approach, and Elena took stock of the room. There were three people standing across from Elijah, from what she could tell (which wasn't much) two of them were human. Daphne looked every bit the same as she did in the flashback that Jonas had given her, and the other human was dressed in the uniform of a chauffeur. The man in the center, Germanic in appearance and eerily beautiful, must have been Klaus. She put on her best face of fear for Elijah's amusement, although she didn't have to try hard to let the feeling spread.

"Klaus, meet Elena Gilbert, Petrova doppelganger." Elijah said, motioning to her. He only had to wait a few more moments; he could already see from the way that Elena was standing that she had the dagger firmly tucked into the back of her pants.

Klaus smiled "Hello, Miss Gilbert." His eyes were kind. "I apologize for the unfortunate circumstances; I'm sure you understand that these are unfortunate terms."

Elijah cut in before Elena could answer. "Now now, Klaus, I've made your intent to kill the young lady quite known to her; formalities won't do much good."

Elena rolled her eyes. "I understand." She said.

"Thank-you." Klaus looked at Elijah. "There is always room for formalities, especially in a situation like this." Elijah wanted to yell. Any second now, Elena would pull out the dagger and plunge it into the arrogant bastard. He smiled.

"Elena, perhaps you should go with them now." He said, motioning towards Klaus. Elena knew what would happen next, and her body was humming. She knew that she had to kill Elijah, and she could only hope that he didn't see it coming. She turned to him, motioning for him to come close.

"A quick second?" she said, looking at Elijah.

"Of course." He leaned down, keeping a firm eye on Elena's back. There was no way she'd be able to move fast enough to plunge the knife. She didn't know what to say to him, so she sai the first thing that came to her mind, whispering in his ear.

"I have to leave it in, right?" she asked

Elijah nodded. "Yes." He looked up at Klaus, and he could barely contain his smile. That one look was all that Elena needed. She whipped the blade out from the back of her pants, driving it into Elijah's chest in a smooth motion that took all of her energy!

"God dammit!" Elijah yelled, sinking to the ground, veins spreading. James shot towards Elena, ready to pull her off and revive his master, but he found himself restrained by Klaus! Elijah hit the ground, body grey and dead.

Damon opened his eyes, recovering from his dream of memories slowly. The room was in a dull haze, and he had a piercing headache. He couldn't remember what happened, until he looked ahead of him to see Stefan waking up in his own body! He looked at his hands, felt his leather jacket, and ran a hand shakily through his hair. He was in his own body! He could feel the difference in strength, and he could have laughed. He heard shouting from outside, and he suddenly remembered why he was here. Elena.

"God dammit!"

Damon stood, his legs twitching slightly, and he made his way out into the hallway. He stepped over Stefan, not giving his brother a second look. He slid along the wall and peered carefully around the corner. Elijah was on the ground, dagger deep in his chest. Elena sat on the ground in front of him, panting. Jonas was hugging his daughter and he, her, and Klaus were speaking frantically, relieved at the situation.

Damon staggered out from the hallway, and Elena looked up, seeing him and smiling. She got up to run to him, but stopped halfway through.

"Damon?" She asked, unsure. He nodded as Stefan walked out of the hall.

"You switched back!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him for the first time since she'd realized she loved him. Damon could only nod and hold her, taking in the scent of her hair and thanking whatever god was listening that he was back in his own body. Damon twitched and fell backwards, sending both of them to the ground. Elena looked at him sideways, having landed on top of him.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"Working out a few bugs, it seems." He said, smiling. She'd missed his characteristic grin, and seeing it again made her hug him once more.

"I missed you!"

Damon smirked. "I was here the whole time." He said.

"I know, but I missed you. Your expressions looked funny on Stefan." She said. They both turned their heads to look at Damon's brother, who was curiously looking at his hands, and feeling his pulse. He looked up at them, pale faced and in shock.

"I think I'm-!

A yell cut Stefan's speech! Nathaniel, Klaus' driver, was pulling the dagger from Elijah's chest! The shock of the situation led Klaus to momentarily lose his focus on James, who flashed past the original and grabbed Daphne, holding her neck in a precariously painful position. Her feet were off the ground, and Klaus could hear her whimpering from the pain of her position. Nathaniel pulled the dagger out the rest of the way, turning it and plunging it into his chest. He yelled, falling to the floor heavily.

"Nathaniel!" Klaus yelled, betraying the alarm over his human friend's suicide. Klaus moved towards the dagger, not caring if it killed him or not, but movement caught his eye.

"Touch the dagger and I'll snap her neck." He said. Daphne's whimpers confirmed her pain again, and she looked at Klaus with wide eyes. James looked at Jonas. "Don't try anything, old man. One finicky trick out of you and she's dead." Jonas stayed put, his face torn with grief. As Elijah recovered, Stefan crashed to the floor, and Damon felt his head start to swim. He was losing consciousness.

The situation was bad.