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Esther was studying the old grimoire. The battered pages had survived more than a thousand years.

And it showed as the pages crackled and broke off in places. The once wooden pages, now were the softest paper. She grinned as she found the old Norse writing that proclaimed the spell she was so desperate to find. The components of the spell were simple enough to find, or easily gotten. The doppelganger's blood was needed in another spell as well, but acquiring it from under her sons' watch would take some doing. She kept scrolling down the list until she found something unusual. Her expression turned from one of concentration, to disbelief. This was impossible. There hadn't been one at the time she lived. According to the her mother, and her's before, there hadn't been any 101 A.D. . In fact, they had been wiped out. They were a myth, known only to the oldest of the old. She closed her eyes, in complete submission to the fates, before opening them in pure determination.

The witch standing next to her was looking on in complete boredom. She was fully aware of what was in her old family's grimoire, and knew the impossible task Esther was setting out on. Still, it was a little bit disconcerting seeing that much determination focused on a fruitless task. She shifted her weight, trying to see what she was looking furiously for, now that she had all the ingredients to the spell. When she saw her turn to the beginning of the book, just to turn to the list of ingredients once again.

At the instant she turned back there was a large crash, and a clatter of glass that caused both witches to jump. They both raced out of the room and towards the noise, finding a bloodied and dazed witch.

Esther recognizing the pattern in the carnage fled back to the room with the grimoire, only to find it open, page of ingredients missing with a note,

GAME ON MOTHER

KOL

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Elijah was starting to get worried about Kol. Though he was often gone for days at a time, he soon grew bored with company, and usually sent them back from whence they came.

Unless he got a bit thirsty.

Rebekah was looking somewhat uneasy as well, and though Klaus was to occupied threatening Damon to notice, he was sure there was something nagging on his subconscious.

Rebekah kept looking at the phone, so occupied with it, she didn't notice a Elijah's hand drop gently on her shoulder. Instead of jumping she just looked at him questioningly, he nodded and mouthed 'tonight'.

She understood.

Elijah then went to a chair and started to read his book of old Chinese proverbs, when he noticed Elena for the millionth time.

Alaric had been trying to distract Elena all day. And ended up distracting Elijah as well. They had talked for hours, gone over some sort of journal on the computer, teased Damon and talked about how Elena worked at an old diner, like he used to.

Somehow the discussion had moved on to how Elena wasn't in shape anymore, at least from Alaric's point of view, which Elena firmly denied.

So they went through their old training routine. Alaric was even broadening his scope. And Elena was coping splendidly from Elijah's viewpoint.

That weight gain the rest of the group had seen was mostly muscle. The skinny Elena had never been able to put this much force into her blows, or been as fast. Elijah thought as he watched her flip Alaric over her shoulder, and Alaric grab her ankle. She kicked out, but was unable to keep her balance.

When she fell, Alaric gently wrapped a hand around her throat, a light squeeze showing he had won.

Elena gave a frustrated sigh as Alaric helped her up.

Elijah turned a page, studiously ignoring the fact he cared whether or not Elena was injured. Or the fact she certainly looked somewhat attractive in Damon's shirt and Rebecca's old shorts. He briefly entertained the idea of her in one of his suit jackets.

And then quickly dismissed the idea, trying to get into the subtleties of the Chinese proverbs.

All rivers run into sea.

Elijah snapped the book shut with more force than absolutely necessary. Klaus looked up from watching Caroline, (Who was ignoring him, for a reason Elijah didn't want to know.) who was watching Alaric and Elena. Klaus followed his gaze and narrowed his eyes. The doppelganger was going to learn a lesson. One he failed to teach her ancestor. He was about to stalk forward, going to break the doppelganger's neck for seducing his all-to-caring brother, when Rebekah's softly spoken 'Nik" reached his ears. He spun around to glare at his sister. She nodded towards Caroline who was distracted, talking to Stefan now, and Klaus stopped.

Caroline loved the doppelganger. Probably more than she loved him. She had wasted two years of her life keeping the little whore safe. If he killed her now, he was doomed to be hated by Caroline for the rest of eternity. And though he would still bind her to himself as soon as possible, miserable or not, he would prefer the not.

He quietly sat down. No one but Rebekah noticed the exchange.

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He was teaching her wrong. And it was annoying Elijah to no end. He wasn't teaching her to be lethal, but how to be honorably dead. It was okay for him to be honorable, he wasn't a fragile little human.

He finally got up, stepping carefully on the carpet, he made no noise. He slowly snuck up on Alaric as he showed the girl, (he must think of her as girl, not as Elena, loyal and sacrificial and charming and honest.), how to defend an attack from behind, without straining her back. He was standing way to close to her. He put a hand on that forward man's shoulder. He could not hurt him. He knew how much that would hurt the girl. And he wasn't sure if he could bare that.

Unless there was good reason.

He gestured for Alaric to stand aside. Alaric put his hands up and moved backwards onto a couch.

"You are," Elijah paused, trying to find the right word. "Trying to be lethal, but in only one way."

Elena just looked at him confused.

"It is easier to kill someone, if they are incapacitated first. And you are trying to simply kill." Elijah tried to choose his words carefully.

Alaric smiled at this. Elena was an honorable fighter. She would never hit low.

"I won't hurt someone just for the sake of it." Elena said confirming Alaric's thoughts. "If I can give them a painless death, I will."

"What if they are stronger, faster, or simply better? Do you really think your attacker's life is worth more than your own?" Elijah looked like he wanted to put her into a mental institution, Elena seethed.

"No, but..." Elena started before Rebekah broke in.

"Elijah's right. You are a puny little human. You will not equal any of your opponents in anything unless you attack to incapacitate first." She said in a faux-bored voice, flipping through a magazine. She glanced towards Elena, and nodded towards Elijah.

"And how would you suggest I do that?" Elena asked in a challenging voice.

Elijah tried not to smile at the girl, while he gathered his thoughts and memories, looking up at the ceiling as he was prone to do while thinking.

"The male vampire has four weak spots, the female vampire three. I assume you know why." He said delicately. "But the three they share are the heart, head, and collarbone. " He looked at her as she tilted her head in the most enticing way, bearing her neck to him. He took a deep calming breath before continuing.

"You are not strong enough to put any damage severe enough to a vampire's head, incapacitating him, for any length of time, and if you can strike at the heart, he would be dead. If the latter option is not available to you," he rushed forward, grabbing Elena's hand, and set it in the middle of his collarbone, "Put all your strength, weight, and speed, into this section of the collarbone." He was starting to be drawn in by those brown eyes and that intoxicating smell. They were standing very close, but Elena couldn't see any of the conflict in his eyes. But she noticed that his upper lip was curled in disgust. She shrank away. He grabbed her other arm and shook her. Anger now clear on his face. He frightened her. That was good, but not satisfying.

"Pay attention." His voice was perfectly calm, but deadly. "This point on the body," He squeezed her hand," is lethal to humans, incapacitating to vampires, and can take powers away from witches, depending on the side. It will work in most situations with the right amount of force." He let her go. And both were feeling the loss of contact. Elijah more than Elena, who was a bit frightened.

"Not to ruin the moment, but I think our brother's are back." Klaus said to the room at large, but looking at the door. He heard several curses from the hallway. And eventually everyone could hear cursing that would put Damon out of business. But not from Kol.

The door literally burst of its hinges, as Kol and Matt came in supporting a barely conscious, blood covered Jeremy. Kol sat Jeremy on the couch, while Elena asked Matt what happened and tried to see where all the blood came from.

"Needed a human's help, eh, Kol?" Klaus asked concerned.

"I had a nice little chat with mother. " He handed a piece of dried up paper to Elijah and Kol, who opened it together. They both scanned it, not seeing anything important until-

"I don't see anything important..."

"Right there, Niklaus," He pointed to the bottom of the list.

He looked up.

"She's looking for the Alver." Klaus said with a bit of a sigh.