"Oh no." I furrowed my brows and turned to look at the best friend, Bonnie. She was looking at a middle aged man, who was talking to a young woman, standing in front of the open door. She leaned over her desk.

"What's wrong?" I asked and turned around to face her fully. Best friend? And she still hadn't figured out I wasn't Elena. She pointed at the man.

"That's Mr. Tucker. He is a substitute teacher." She shook her head and looked at me with worry." Where's Alaric?" Fucking my sister. I put my best worried Elena face.

"I don't know. I haven't heard from him today." I paused." Maybe I should..." I was cut off my Stefan, who stormed through the door. He positively looked angry. I knew why and I tried to hide my smirk. Judging by the look on his face, I was ready to bet my money that he had found out about my vending machines . Yeah, well, I had promised not to kill anyone and I really wasn't. I was just borrowing people's blood.

He looked so outraged that I was sure that he would blab out something stupid any minute so I gave him a meaningful look and said with worried voice, while he was sitting down on my other side.

"What's wrong, Stefan? Is it about Alaric?" I said and nodded my head towards the substitute. He looked that way and when he turned around he had an understanding look on his face.

"Yes." He hissed angrily and nodded towards his phone." I just talked to Damon. Apparently the two of them decided to go on a trip to New York." He puffed angrily and gestured in frustration." They are going to visit some friend of Damon's who might have information about Klaus." I was officially impressed. Just when I thought that my lover boy was either stupid or born blonde he came up with that amazing cover story. It was perfect. Explains why he is frustrated, why Alaric and Damon are nowhere to be seen plus he also shows impressive acting skills.

"Well, when they come back, remind me to kick them in the nuts, please. Because we just got stuck with the single meanest teacher in the world. He was substituting Mrs. Peterson in the sixth grade, remember?" I nodded.

"Yeah, I remember, what had happened to Mrs. Peterson? Someone had died, I think?" I must admit that was bold of me. I had no idea what she was talking about and for a second I got scared that I had crossed the line but then Bonnie nodded.

" Yeah, I think her mother." Nailed it!" However, do you remember how awful he was to us? He made Katy Jones cry because she had forgotten to put her phone away." She shook head." He had some serious problems with phones." She opened her mouth to say something more but the famous phone hater stopped talking to the woman, turned around and walked in the room, wearing an expression of deep frustration and boredom.

"Phones off." He trailed with his high pitched voice that just made you want to cringe. I pursed lips. This was going to be so incredibly horrible.

And ,of course, I was right. From that moment I pretty much dozed off as he proceeded squeaking historical inaccuracies about World War 1. I started doodling in my notebook but as much as I was trying not to listen to him, I couldn't help but to observe that for around 20 minutes he succeeded in scolding, correcting and pissing off almost every single student. He was incredibly irritating and all of the class barely was able to hold it together. I tried to stay out of his radar because I knew that if he started with me, I wouldn't be able to stop myself. And I pretty much succeeded but then...

My phone started blasting Enter Sandman (AN: Enter Sandman by Metallica).

With one quick movement I hit the silence button but it was already too late. Everyone was staring at me, especially Mr. Tucker. He looked like a cartoon with his hands on his waist and his brows furrowed in a diagonal shape.

"I am sorry." I said quickly, hoping that he wouldn't make a scene. Unfortunately, he had different intentions. Too bad for him.

"I thought I asked you to turn your phone off."

"I am so sorry Mr. Tucker, I forgot." He kept on moving his eyes from one place to another, like he was trying, on purpose, not to give me a chance to compel him. His eyes turned darker and he got a wicked twinkle in his eyes. He lived for moments like this one, I could see it all over his face. He got joy from torturing his students.

"Well, apology not excepted, miss..."

"Gilbert."

"Miss Gilbert, we don't tolerate behavior like this in this school." Oh God, what was he talking about? What behavior? For crying out loud, I hadn't run his dog over, my phone had just rung." And quite frankly, disobedience is something that colleges don't tolerate, either. Next year you are going to be a senior, right?" I nodded." Well, you have to start considering the possibility that no good college is going to except you if colossal change don't take place in you. For example, when I went to Yale... " I tried to sniffle a laugh. He stopped abruptly and looked at me as if he was going to eat me alive.

"You went to Yale?" I said with surprise.

" Yes, miss Gilbert, I did. And if you are interested in..."

"No, no. I am not interested in Yale, I am just surprised you went there." His eyes widen and so did all of my classmates'. I guess that no one had ever talked to him in that manner. Oh, but I was just starting.

"Excuse me?" His voice was now pitch high.

"You went to Yale and yet you are stuck in a menial job in a town that's even hard to spot on the map. So that leaves two options for you. The first one is that you are one of those beautiful minded geniuses, who is so incredibly smart that decides to fight against the social convention of one finding a proportionate to one's abilities job. And instead decides to occupy his brain with menial tasks, leaving the beautiful and the genius to work in the background." I paused and looked around. Everyone had their mouths wide open, not knowing what the hell was happening."The second one is that you have very rich parents. Very rich and very ambitious. And seeing that their little boy was growing up to be not very bright and not very...well...them, they decided that he needed a slight nudge. So they sent you to a very good school, thinking that once you had mixed in with the right crowd you would come out of there the boy they had always wanted. But when they saw that it was the same old you, they decided that they didn't have other option that to leave you in the real world for awhile. And that's what you are doing here." I shifted in my spot and put a cocky smirk on my face. "Now...from what I have heard and seen today...I suppose that it's probably the second option."I stood up."So, I get why you want to take it all on us, the ones who still have a fighting chance," He finally stopped moving his eyes. I looked straight at them and felt the familiar feeling of power, rushing through me.", but my phone is ringing and I really need to get it." I grabbed my phone, smirked at my class and pushed the door open.

Once I was out I took a deep breath and scrunched my face. I had made an enormous mess and I had no idea how I was going to fix it.

I looked at my phone.

No way. This soon?

I dialed his number and he picked up on the first ring.

"I didn't expect to hear from you so soon, Daniel." I said with my usual cocky voice and started pacing around as I talked. I had met Daniel a few years back. He was obsessed with vampires even though he was one, the first time we met he acted as if I were a film star and told me practically everything about my life. Very weird, but very helpful in situations like this one.

"That's why you are not hearing from him." My blood froze. That was not Daniel's voice. No, this voice was colder than ice, filled with venom and hatred. I stopped dead in my tracks and my heart started pounding. There was something familiar in this voice but I couldn't place it.

"Who are you?" I somehow found my voice again. The man on the other side chuckled darkly.

"That's not important, now, is it?" So familiar. Where had I heard it before?" The important thing is that you want to offer us a deal." No, that was not possible. If it was possible, my blood ran even colder. He was dead, that was not possible." Am I right?" He asked and I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach.

BPOV

"A camp? We are going to a camp?" He asked and looked at me with a weird expression. We were sitting in my car, I was driving and had just finished telling him everything. About the web, his father. our hiding places...everything.

"Well, don't expect bonfires and marshmallows. We call it a camp but it's more a plain building in the middle of the nowhere. At least that is what it looks like." I smiled at him and winked. He looked a little confused." Over the years, we felt the need of space. We needed a place where we could interrogate, train people, etc., so we started building these buildings, usually close to big towns but still somewhere not very crowded."

"And where is the camp we are going to now?" He leaned on his elbow and looked at me with his blue orbs. I swallowed thickly and looked at the windshield.

"Um...not very far from here. We have another...15 minutes or so." A suspicious smirk extended on his lips as he leaned back on his seat. He puckered his lips and looked at me under his lashes, making me grip the wheel harder. He stayed silent for a few minutes.

"Can I ask you a few things?" He asked and raised his eyebrows. I sighed.

"Shoot."

"When were you changed?" I gripped the wheel tighter.

"Three years after I left." He pursed lips. I knew what his next question was going to be.

"Who turned you." My knuckles turned completely white and I felt how my mouth started filling with blood from where I had bit the inside of my cheek too hard.

"Nick...can I not answer this question right now?" I paused." I know I can trust you and I promise I will tell you one day just...not now." He pursed lips and made a surrendering gesture.

"Ok." He stayed silent as his lips started extending in a smile. "So...when are you moving your things?" I furrowed my brows.

"Excuse me?" He just smirked even wider.

"When are you moving your things?" He repeated and I shot him an irritated look.

"Yeah, I heard this the first time. I meant what things and move them where?" He rolled his eyes as if it was too obvious for me to even ask. He shifted in his seat so that he could look straight at me.

"Your things from the Salvatore house, when are you moving them?" I tried to repress as a smile as I finally got what he was asking. He wanted me to move in with him? My heart fluttered and I bit the inside of my cheek. That proposal sounded too sloppy for my taste, I looked at him under my lashes and flashed him one of my breathtaking smiles. I watched with smug look as his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Move them where?" I played dumb and he visibly started losing his cool. His eyes lost their smug look. Was he nervous? Oh, that was so good.

"To my house." He said, looking at me boldly. I sniffled a laugh and looked at the road. I tilted my head to one side and looked at my watch. I pursed lips and stepped on the gas pedal harder. We were really late. That shower we had...kind of took us longer than I had expected.

I raised my brow.

"Are you asking me to move in with you?" He shifted in his spot. And I watched amused, was he really nervous? He always was so...cool.

"Yes, I am." I looked at him and smiled warmly, making him smile in return. I abruptly turned my head forwards.

"I don't know...I kind of promised Damon and I don't want to be rude..." His fist landed in his lap and he looked at me furiously.

"Damn it, Bella, are you seriously expecting me to let you live with two hormonal teenage vampires," I started laughing.", who obviously have a thing for your family?" He continued yelling but I was laughing too hard to hear him.

"I am...just...messing with you, Nick." He stopped and looked at me angrily. I grabbed his hand and brought it to my lips, kissing it gently. "Of course, I will move in with you." I smirked as he visibly relaxed.

"Good." I chuckled and looked around. There were no cars to be seen or heard so I kind of jumped on the gas pedal, making my sports car almost fly over the smooth asphalt. "You in a hurry?"

"Yeah, thanks to someone, whose name I won't say, we kind of got held up in the house." He smirked and winked me." Your father is very punctual, he doesn't like when people are late." I looked at the familiar setting around. " Luckily, we are almost there." He looked around too, furrowing his brows.

" But I don't see anything except for..." I turned the wheel abruptly, taking a small, almost invisible, road between the trees, seconds later we drove in a huge opening. Right in the middle of it was a huge building, even from here we could see the training equipment scattered around it.

I smirked at Nick and stopped right in front of the barrier . Suddenly, there was a knock on the window. I rolled it down and grinned.

"Hey, Josh, wanna let us in." I nodded towards the building. He grinned as well.

"You are in trouble." He winked." You are late." He clicked a button and the barrier opened.

"Wish me luck." I laughed and parked in front of the stairs. Nick looked at me with weird expression then shook his head and opened his door. I did the same but before I could even close it behind me a blonde fury flashed over my neck.

"Belle!"She laughed and hugged me tightly. I gasped for air as her arms crushed my throat.

"Kate...you are...suffocating me."

"Oh, sorry." She smiled apologetically and I grinned at her. Almost right after I had told her everything and convinced her to stay, we found out that we actually had a lot in common. I had taken over the role of her trainer and we had spent the next year together.

Her eyes moved to look at something behind my shoulder and I watched as her eyes widen. She darted her eyes from me to Nick and back.

"Um...Kate...this is..." She practically pushed me away and stood in front of him. His lips extended in a smirk.

"I know who he is." His smirk just extended." The famous Nicklaus." She reached out her hand and cocked her head to one side. I knew what she was doing, she was testing him. He stepped closer to her.

"Nicklaus is the name given me by the person who is trying to kill all of us, please, call me Klaus." And he grabbed her hand. I stopped breathing for a second but he didn't flinch or indicate in any way that he had felt her electricity. That was not good. Nick stepped back." So where's my dad?" He pronounced the word in a very weird manner and cocked his head to one side.

"In the interrogation rooms." Nick's brows shot up.

"Who is he interrogating?" I asked and stepped next to Nick, taking his hand in mine. Kate's eyes shot to our intertwined hands and then her lips extended in the biggest smirk I had ever seen.

"You'll have to see for yourself."

KPOV

"Interrogation rooms? Doesn't sound creepy at all." Bella smiled at me and shrugged her shoulders. We were walking through long white corridors for what seemed like forever. Her blonde friend was a few steps ahead of us and Bella had her hand in mine. I looked at her.

I still couldn't believe how different and the same she was. She was still the girl I had fallen in love with so many years ago but there was something different in her. There were the obvious physical changes but there was something else... she was more confident, more powerful, more deadly.

The blonde slowed down in front of a room with one huge 33 carved on it. She passed the door and put her hand on the knob of the door next to it. She pushed it open and we entered a small room...taken right out of a police department. The entire right wall was taken by a huge glass, there was a small table in front of it, huge monitors on it. I raised my eyes to look through the window...

On the other side was a significantly bigger white room. There was a big table in its centre and two chairs, opposite each other. On the one that was facing us was sitting tall dark-haired man, who had his face turned around to look at the other person in the room. I couldn't see the dark-haired man's face but I could see the other man's one. My eyes were pinned to him and as if he had felt my gaze, he looked up. And I was met by the same pair of eyes I was seeing everyday in the mirror.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, trying to suppress the emotions that rushed through me. I knew that he couldn't see me through the one sided glass but I couldn't help the feeling that he was looking at me.

"No way!" I shook my head, hearing Bella's scream. I looked at her but she had her face almost glued to the glass. I looked though it again but I still couldn't see why she was so excited. " Is that...?" And then the dark-haired man slightly shifted his head and the light hit his crescent shaped scar.

"Gareth Collins?!" I stepped forwards, surprise in my voice. Both Bella and Kate shot their eyes at me.

"You've met him?" Kate asked with surprise. I smirked and crossed my hands before my chest.

"You see that scar on his cheek?" They nodded simultaneously." How do you think he got it? He crossed me once." I shrugged my shoulders, leaving the gory details. Bella stepped closer to me, mimicking my position.

"Well, he is also one of Mikael's dirty workers. He has killed more people than you and I together." She pursed lips and turned her head to look at him and then turned it back again. "We've been searching for him for years...how did you manage to find him?" Kate smirked and pointed her long white finger at Gareth.

"Apparently, our dear Mr. Collins has a thing for prostitutes." She wiggled her eyebrows and Bella smiled.

"Natalie?"

"Natalie." Kate said with a nod and I once again was amazed at how big their organization was.

"So how long have they been in there?" I asked and leaned on the small table.

"About three hours. He is unbreakable. He hasn't said anything." I furrowed brows and shifted my position to look at them. The girls continued talking but I stopped listening to them.

I watched as my father walked around the chained Gareth, asking him question after question and never getting an answer. I studied every singe of his features. I still remembered our only conversation 1000 years ago. I had no idea that he was my father at the time, he was just another person in our village.

"Where is Mikael, Gareth?"

"You are not going to get out of here alive if you don't start talking."

"What is his next move?"

Silence.

That's what he got. And suddenly I felt the unbelievable urge to prove myself. To make Garth speak and show my so called father what I was capable of doing. I wanted him to know that I was better. I knew it was childish and stupid but I wanted to impress him...and Bella, too. They had excluded me of their plans and I wanted to show them how it really was done.

And I just stopped thinking.

I jumped up and grabbed the doorknob.

"Where are you going, Nick?" I smirked at her.

"To get us some answers." And I closed the door behind me. I took a deep breath and pushed the door with the big 33 on it.

From the sudden noise, both men jumped from surprise and turned around to look at me. As soon as they saw me both of their faces lost all color, their eyes widen and their mouths formed the shape of an o. Gareth looked scared and my father looked shocked. I guess Bella hadn't told him about me.

My face was cold and distant when I looked straight at the man who had saved and destroyed my life at the same time.

"Father." I said with cold and collected voice. I held his gaze for a one more second, watching him as he tried to overcome his initial surprise.

I slowly turned my head to look at Gareth. His face was whiter than snow but his lips were pursed with determination.

"Gareth."

"Klaus." He said and I was surprised at how calm his voice was. His eyes slowly moved to my father, his lips extending in some sort of a smirk. "Bringing in the big guns, huh?" He didn't have time to answer as I stepped closer and tilted my head to one side.

"I guess you can say so." I was now in front of the table. I slowly pulled the chair opposite to Gareth and sat down." Long time no see, Gareth. How have you been?" He looked at me, his eyes not giving away his emotions. He tilted his head.

"I am not going to say anything." Ok, straight to the point. I didn't mind. He set the pace himself.

My hands caught the edge of the table and I gripped it tightly. My eyes darkened a few shades and I tried to sound as deadly as possible.

"Wanna bet...," I pushed the table hard, making it hit Gareth hard in the chest. His eyes widen from surprise and pain as he gasped for air." ,mate?" He started coughing and I stood up, leaning on the table that was still pressing his chest. "Now that you know that I don't do patient very well...I am going to give you one last opportunity to get out of this quickly and painlessly." I held his gaze." You can either start telling me everything you know and be the guy who makes my life easier...or continue being silent and be the guy who makes my life harder. And trust me, you do not want to be the guy who makes my life harder." I said and leaned forward a little bit more and then pulled back, giving him space to think.

Silence.

"Harder it is then." I said with disappointed voice and started walking around him. Slowly, like a predator around its prey. "15th December ...1951, Chicago, 50 vampires, tortured and then killed." He smiled slightly. I was now again on the opposite side of the table. "I have to say I was quite impressed with your methods of inflicting pain." I winked at him and he looked surprised. "I've always wanted to ask you...did it work? Did all those vampires tell you everything they knew?" He was shallow. He smirked and leaned back.

"Of course, they did." Good. I raised an eyebrow with a smile on my lips.

"So...your methods are effective then?" I didn't expect this to work on him.

"You can say so." He said with a smirk and I nodded. Right where I wanted him. I let my lips form a dark grin.

"So...under the circumstances... in this particular situation we are in...you wouldn't mind a taste of your own medicine then?" The smile disappeared from his face, realizing what he had just said. I started walking around again. "Now...what was the first thing you did to those vampires...um..." I was now on his right side. He was sitting on a chair, his legs and arms tied up. His hands were lying on the armrests. He looked at me, his eyes wide with fear. " Ah...you broke their fingers..." He didn't even have time to blink before the side part of my hand met the middle of his fingers with great force. The bones caved in and there was a loud noise as if from breaking twigs.

Gareth's was silent for a moment but when the initial shock went away his eyes widen and he made a sound similar to a wounded bear.

"Nicklaus!" I heard my father's voice but didn't even turn around.

"Don't." I warned as he moved closer to us. I moved to Gareth's left side." Now...what was next?" He was still silent. He must have really been afraid of Mikael. Well, I needed him to fear me more. " Arms." And with one swift movement my hand made contact with his biceps, breaking the bone in half. Gareth started yelling and twitching around from pain but I ignored him. " I can do this all day, you know."

"No...stop." He whispered, his face convulsing from pain.

"Stop?" I shook my head." Now, I am sure you have no idea where Mikael is. You are not that important...so what can you possibly know that would make me stop torturing you?" Silence. I went behind him and grabbed his hair, pulling his head backwards. He started yelling again as he started chocking. "Next thing...fangs."I said with an evil smirk.

"NO!" He yelled but I started reaching out." No, stop, don't..." My fingers touched his fangs and he started shaking uncontrollably." Spy! Spy!" I stopped.

"Excuse me?"

"Mikael...he wanted to find a spy among you." I let go of his hair and moved to look at him.

"Wanted? As in...he has found one?" I knew what this meant. I darted my father with my eyes. He had moved closer to us.

Gareth shook his head.

"As in...he has found two."

Two spies? Does he mean Stefan and Katherine? Mm...or maybe Katherine and someone else?

I am betting on the second one. What do you think?