"I can't lose you, Elena." His eyes like daggers at her as he said this, the words piercing into her very being. Her hands fell from his body, and he returned the motion to cup her face. The moment his hand touched her he felt her heart rate skyrocket and she watched his lips, and he pulled closer into her, "I need you." At that moment a regretful tear fell from the corner of his eye, avoiding his cheek and falling straight onto her hand, and in that moment that she saw heard the desperation in his voice, the anger in his eyes, and with the sadness of his tear the feeling to fight returned to her, the want to live, the need to live, for him…for Stefan, for Jeremy, Jeremy had no one left but Elena.

She hesitantly drank the warm liquid that was being motioned towards her, she had forgotten about the memories of her and Damon, she forgot she ever remembered them, she just relished of the feeling of falling asleep in his arms.

She awoke to uncomfortable warmth on her skin, the same warmth that use to calm her, comfort her, was now almost painful. She looked down to her chest feeling the heavy medallion rise and fall with her breath, the same medallion that her mother wore, her birth mother. She felt different; she didn't feel like Elena, she was someone else, something else. She glanced around the room to find that she was alone, she tiptoed downstairs to find Damon and Stefan waiting for her, sitting patiently on the couch. She sat in an armchair and enjoyed the comfortable silence between the three, she looked up from her hands into Damon's eyes, she was pulled into a trance as she stared at him, the memories that flashed before her at the hospital replaying in slow motion before her eyes. As her surroundings came back into focus at the end of her flashbacks she felt the familiar feeling of a tear streaming down her face, when she looked up Damon and Stefan were both at her side speechless but their eyes were filled with fear and confusion as they watched her. Her brows furrowed as she searched for an explanation to their response, as she tried to collect what happened in her trance Damon's thumb wiped over her tear. She slightly pushed her face into his touch, feeling his thumb leave a burning trail on her. He stuck his thumb in his mouth and as he pulled it out his fear grew.

"It's blood." His voice was low, as if trying to hide their findings from Elena.

"What?" Stefan questioned in disbelief. Stefan held Elena's emotionless face in his hands as he looked for any sense of relief to their bewilderment.

"What?" Elena repeated as Stefan examined her.

As Stefan's hands fell from her face she returned to her trance momentarily, but what she saw in this was something unexplainable, something she shouldn't know, something she couldn't possibly know. Her voice was monotone, as if being compelled, when she spoke.

"Klaus is alive." The statement was steady and lacked the usual emotion of Elena's voice. "I must kill him."

Her eyes blinked furiously as she realized what she just said, she remembered her vision, she saw the original witch, and she showed her what had been done, but how, and more importantly why?

Damon stood a few inches away from Elena as she spoke, while Stefan stumbled back in horror and astonishment. No one knew what was happening, the tear of blood reminded Stefan of the failed hybrids, but this was different her tears were blood instead of her eyes bleeding, so that was ruled out. He struggled to understand what was happening to her. Elena couldn't possible kill Klaus, she was no match for him, but why was she saying these things, Klaus was dead. Wasn't he?

Elena ran a hand through her hair, brushing it away from her face as she comprehended her words, she knew that she couldn't kill Klaus even if she wanted to, but how could she? Wasn't he already dead?

"I thought you killed Klaus." Stefan's voice was stern as he spoke to Damon.

"I did." He spoke softly, refusing to let his gaze drift from Elena.

Elena fumbled with her words trying to put her thoughts into a coherent sentence, "I- our…Klaus is our bloodline." She said, her voice filled with shock. "Bonnie cast a spell. He's in Tyler's body." The words flew more freely but her thoughts jumbled together in search of her reason for this knowledge.

Stefan sat on the couch again as he listened to Elena's soothing voice, "How do you know this?"

"She showed me. Esther showed me." She was sure of the answer, although she spoke before she even knew it herself.

She stood up and began pacing the room mumbling single words and sounds under her breath. Eventually everyone calmed down and was pulled from their thoughts at the knocking on the door. Before the brother's even heard a sound Elena was at the door, she was fast. She pulled open the heavy wood door revealing Bonnie, who bore a concerned look as she saw the trail of blood that remained on her face.

Elena roughly wiped her face from any evidence of the past discoveries as Bonnie slid into the house silently. As soon as Damon caught sight of Bonnie he held her neck, pushing her against the wall as his fangs protruded. Without a second thought and in a single movement Elena pulled Damon from Bonnie, with her excessive strength. His brows furrowed as he felt her hands on his arms she was strong, too strong, stronger than him. She released his arms at the realization of her strength.

"What the hell is going on?" Damon said nearly screaming. "How are you stronger than me?"

She looked down to the floor innocently, "I-I don't know." Her voice faded as she spoke.

"She can't be." Stefan said matter-of-factly. "Can she?" his voice now filled with disbelief, Damon just must have not fought her, that must be it.

Damon took the moment of her weakness and threw himself at her, pushing her to the ground. She wiggled under him, "Damon, get off me." She pleaded with him.

He used every bit of strength he had, he had to know if his accusations were true, "Fight me." He ordered her. She nodded her head in rejection of his advances on the subject; she knew she couldn't possibly be stronger than him. "Fight me!" he said louder pulling her up and slamming her back down, it hurt him to do this to her but he knew it wouldn't hurt her so he forced himself.

She looked up at him and let out an exasperated sigh as she effortlessly pushed him off of her and threw him against the fireplace across the room. His back left an imprint on the stones as he slid down to his feet, astonished. By this point Jeremy had come downstairs in time to see her, and everyone's eyes lay on her in horror.

Suddenly insecure Elena sought comfort, she took a step towards the couch burying her hands in her face with her mumbled words, "What's wrong with me?" her sobs were quiet and long and as she drew her hands from her face she examined them, covered in blood and she began shaking all over.

As everyone reluctantly calmed they sat in the comfort of the silence once again, until eventually Bonnie and the Salvatore brothers decided that their best bet for an explanation would be for Bonnie to search her spirit, for an image or a feeling, anything at all. Bonnie sat hesitantly next to Elena, seemingly in fear of her previous reactions, she rested Elena's hands in her own as she calmly shut her eyes. As soon as her eyes shut they shot back open, in confusion, concern, but most of all fear, fear of Elena.

"She's powerful. She's stronger and faster than anyone, than anything." She barely believed the words that fell from her lips, how could this be, she shut out her surroundings once again in an explanation to their new findings. "In her death…they gave her their power, all of them, she harbors the power of every spirit and being on the other side, fueling her. "

I decided to take a less than expected turn to the story, let me know what you think! Please review!