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The party started the night after Caroline finished werewolf duty, AKA helping Tyler turn for the first time. Madison wasn't totally for throwing a party in her one bedroom apartment, but Caroline promised to keep the number of invitees small, and only the hottest human guys in Mystic Falls would be there. Madison also had to submit to Caroline's makeover, forcing her to wear a red tank top and dark blue skinny jeans. Madison spent what seemed like hours under Caroline's ceramic hair straightener as the vampire determinedly turned Madison's course curls into sleek, long locks. Then, came the makeup. Madison could figure out how to build a weapon that killed vampires, but when it came to making up her face, God she was hopeless.

"You don't think it's too much?" Madison wondered, blinking her thick lashes rapidly, unaccustomed to the heavy mascara.

"Trust me," Caroline smirked, "Guys are going to be fighting over you before the night's over."

People started knocking eagerly and ringing the door bell multiple times. Caroline flung the door open, greeting the boys and letting them carry in any cases of beer or a keg. A chain of people soon followed, faces Madison had recognized from high school, others not so much. Caroline hide an entire soundtrack in the background blaring from Madison's entertainment section, and soon the night picked up. It was nothing but guys and girls, music and drinks, laughter and shouting.

Eventually, an attractive blond guy came up to Madison, who leaned in an archway watching others dance. "Hey, wanna dance?" He asked, offering her his hand and a boyish smile.

Madison's eyes widened. Why did he have to ask her to do the one thing she had no confidence in?

"Uhh..."

"Madison!" A girl came up, "There are these two hot guys outside saying they want to party too."

"Why didn't you just tell them to come in? The doors not locked."

"They said they'd feel better if you invited them in."

Frowning, Madison pulled away from the wall and went to the door, opening it. No one was standing outside in the hall. She took a step out to look left and right and suddenly felt a body as hard as a boulder knock into her. Arms of steel wrapped around her thin waist and carried her away before she could scream.

She found herself on the roof, held by one vampire, the other looking her up and down with contempt.

"What do you want?" she demanded.

"What do I want?" asked the vampire standing before her, "Revenge."

"Revenge? I don't even know you," she kept her voice calm and steady, trained to never feel fear in the presence of a bloodsucker. Her father would have been proud if he could see her now, at least that's what she would have liked to think.

"Ah, but your daddy did," the vampire holding her pressed his lips to her ear, whispering hateful words, "He killed one of our friends, you see. We came here to find and kill him as payback, only to discover what? That he's already dead." He tightened his grip on Madison's arms that were held behind her back. She cringed and gritted her teeth, trying not to show pain, though she was positive a bruise would be left from where his hands clenched her wrists. "So we tracked you down and decided to kill daddy's little girl instead."

"Bastards," Madison hissed behind her teeth.

"We're going to make it slow and painful," the other vampire approached her, brushing her black locks from her face, "Kill you like your daddy kills us. I hear he likes to torture his victims for several days until they finally beg him for death."

Before Madison could spit out a witty comeback, the vampire touching her hair disappeared. She heard a cry of pain, the snap of a neck, and then found his body lying limp at the other end of the roof. Another blink later, the weight off her arms went away, the vampire holding her releasing his grip as he shouted and then ungraciously fell at her feet. Something dropped down beside of his corpse. Madison's wide eyes looked at what also fell, a red, beating organ: his heart.

"Hello."

Gasping, Madison spun around to find a man towering over her, and she was a little too stunned to step back. Blood stained his right hand from where he'd extracted the vampire's heart, but he looked completely indifferent, as if ripping out hearts was an ordinary task he'd long ago mastered. Focusing on his face instead of his tainted palm, she realized the man appeared classically handsome, his eyes a warm coffee brown, his hair with not a single strand out of place, and his jaw square and lax. Handsome, but lethal - a dangerous combination.

"Hello," Madison breathed.

"Madison Lynette, correct?" He inquired in a melodious, English accent, and she nodded in return. "You were one of the people on Elena's list to protect."

"What...?" Madison's voice fell as the man leaned in closely, and she forced herself to remain very still, even when she could feel his breath caressing her face. For a moment, she thought he was about to steal a kiss for some twisted reason, but then he pulled away after several seconds.

"Interesting. A vampire hunter not laced with vervain." He couldn't smell what he'd intended would be on her in some form; perhaps a bracelet, a necklace, or liquid. But he could detect no vervain, not even in her bloodstream.

"How did you know...?" She asked breathlessly, knowing that most vampires couldn't smell vervain.

He smiled, a dark glint in his eyes, "Well, I'm a special vampire."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Elijah," the sound of the name caused her breath to hitch once more, as he held out his clean hand, "Pleased to meet you, huntress."

She shook his hand in her weak one, then allowed her arm to drop back down to her side, never lifting her gaze from his, "Elijah, the Original vampire. I've heard about you."

"I'd be surprised if you didn't. Tell me, huntress, why do you not wear or intake vervain?"

"I'll only answer your questions if you answer mine," Madison quickly countered.

Elijah almost seemed delighted by the challenge and the fact that she didn't stutter or cower in his presence, "And what are your questions, my dear huntress?"

"I have many," she stated, "But first, can you get rid of these dead bodies? Meet me inside at apartment number 33, then we'll talk."

He agreed to her terms and watched her head back into the building before he proceeded doing away with the bodies. He couldn't deny that he was eager to return to the apartment complex and speak with her; for a huntress, she was very relaxed and unseemingly impulsive like the rest of the youth in Mystic Falls. Her family, the Lynettes, go down in history as one of the Mystic Fall's Founding families and come from a long line of hunters. A history expertise, Elijah desired to get closer to this black-haired, steel-eyed huntress and extract any knowledge from her. Not to mention, she looked absolutely delectable in that red top.

"Elijah's here," Madison told Caroline the moment she came back to the party and sought the blonde out.

Caroline's baby blue eyes turned big, "What? Where? I can't believe he's trying to crash your party!"

"It's not like that," Madison said, "He... he saved my life."

"When was this?" Caroline's voice raised a pitch.

"Just now, on the roof. Some vampires that my dad had old issues with showed up looking for revenge," Madison shook her head, "Anyways, he said something about me being on Elena's list to protect."

"I don't know what he's talking about, but we have to get out of here. Okay, everyone! Party's over-" Caroline was about to walk away, when Madison grabbed her arm.

"No, Care. I actually think he means well and I can get some answers out of him right now. I mean, he saved my life," said Madison, feeling slightly indebted to Elijah, "So don't panic, okay?"

The door bell rang just once, and automatically Madison knew who it was. Caroline looked worried and unsure, but Madison made her way across the room and through the people dancing to some electronic pop. She opened the door and Elijah stood there, arms folded behind his back.

He politely smiled, "Quite the gathering you seem to be having."

"Come on in," Madison stepped out of the way and gestured to the place.

"This is such a big mistake..." Caroline muttered under her breath as she saw Elijah enter the apartment, turning his head around to analyze it fully.

"Can I get you anything? A beer, maybe?" Madison asked the Original.

"The only alcoholic beverages I prefer are fine wines and champagne."

"Well, we don't have any of those here. Sorry."

"It's quite alright."

"Madison!" The blond guy from before rushed up to her. "So how about that dance?" Madison stared at him, not wanting to turn him down and seem rude, but she loathed modern dancing. That's when Elijah spoke up, "Sorry, but we are in the middle of something right now. She'll have to decline." Elijah simply could not see Madison dancing with this boy; as the other dancers were grinding up against each other in the small living room, he could not see Madison acting out in such a way. She appeared much too elegant, and even mature for all of that. And secretly, Madison was grateful that Elijah had declined for her.

Madison led him past the party-goers and into her quieter bedroom. Elijah stayed close behind her and then entered the room, walking over to the window to look out into the night. Madison plopped down into her roller chair, leaning back, crossing one long leg over the other. Elijah could see her appearance faintly in the window, admiring her confident posture and the shape of her legs in those jeans. "I hope you don't mind that I'm going to start interrogating you. I've been out of the Supernatural business for a while so I have a lot to catch up on."

Elijah smirked, deciding not to add that he'd gone without female company for a while and needed some as well. "Ask your questions, but remember the deal was I also get to ask my own."