AN: Old chapter 1 and 2, so this is where the story used to start. Changes have been made. These were the first chapters I wrote and I think my English is a little shaky here. It was the first time in over two years that I had written anything in English. I usually write very short stories, this is only my second attempt at writing anything longer. I may forget some loose ends along the way or write chapters that really doesn't make any sense. Let me know, if I do. I am always willing to rewrite.

(In the last chapter it was Monday, this is Friday that same week.)

Chapter 6: Enter Elijah.

'You see it when I'm drunk;

I'm an original punk!'

/D:A:D, 'Riskin' it all'.

Elijah met Jenna outside the library at 10.32 the following Friday. He smiled politely at her and took up a relaxed stance with his hands in his pockets.

She returned the smile, looking slightly flustered: "Most of the Historical Society's journals and maps are in the basement. I've asked Darwin to dig up anything that might be of interest to you."

"Darwin?" He asked distractedly, as they entered the library.

"Yes, "Jenna almost sounded on the verge of giggling, "he's a foreign exchange student. Carol Lockwood hired him to catalouge books and documents. He's from Scandinavia, as far as I remember. Would you believe, he's Jeremy's age and he's already a sophomore in college..."

Elijah nodded, not really paying much attention to Jenna's stream of words, but he was far too polite to completely ignore her. He much doubted a college student, who was young enough to be in high school, would be able to find anything he hadn't already read a million times over.

The librarian at the counter smiled at them as they passed her. She wore a dreamy expression on her mousy face, as if she imagined herself on a white, hawaiian beach surrounded by palm trees. Her facial expression was far too happy to match her current position.

Jenna showed Elijah down the stairs and into the dry, well-ventilated and windowless basement. Several bookcases lined the walls, filled with books, journals and cases of scrolls. In the middle of the room was a large work table, with several stacks of books and three open laptops placed rather carelessly on top of it. A lone figure sat in front of one of the laptops with his back to them. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a striped, multi-coloured sweater and his long dark brown hair went down past his shoulders. His fingers wandered purposefully over the keys.

Darwin, Elijah presumed.

"We're here, "Jenna said cheerfully.

The laptop was emmidiately snapped shut and the boy turned around.

Eyes, dark as damnation! Dark, dark eyes. And a strikingly familiar face.

"This is Darwin Havens. Darwin, this is Elijah Smith." Jenna's voice sounded far away, and Elijah shook his head, trying to think through his state of shock and regain his composure.

The boy seemed completely unfazed. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Smith, "he sounded polite, but curious. He made no move to get up to shake hands with the newcomer, though. His voice was heavily accented. Danish, Elijah guessed.

Why was that face so familiar? Who did the boy remind him of?

"Have you found anything for Elijah, Darwin?" Jenna was rummaging through a couple of boxes of scrolls.

The boy turned his head and finally, Elijah was able to shake off his state of shock. "Yes, Ms. Sommers, "the boy stood, stretching as if he'd been sitting in the same position for hours, "but not much on the freed slaves, I'm afraid. I've found a map over the old Fell property and several Lockwood Journals, recording wolf attacks."

"Wolf attacks? "Elijah repeated, knowing he sounded slow.

Darwin glanced at him: "Yes, during the civil war and a few years after. I've also found some letters to a Katherine Pierce from a jeweller in New Orleans."

"Concerning?"

"Lapis rings, "Darwin elaborated, "among other things. "

Lapis rings and wolf attacks? What a strange mix.

Finally, Elijah knew why the boy's face seemed so familiar. He had seen it hundreds of times during his mid teens. Everytime he looked in a reflective surface.

It was his own face. Unmistakably.

Why did neither Darwin nor Jenna comment on the resemblance?

"So, you major in History? "he asked Darwin, not really wanting to know, but simply trying to make the boy keep facing him.

"No, Political Science." Darwin smiled wryly and suddenly, he looked a lot more like Kol. There was a good deal of mischief in that smile, though none of Kol's ruthlessness. "Along with all the other neo-hippies."

An ancestor, possibly. But how? His entire family had been turned and neither he nor any of his siblings had had any off-spring. Of course, there was the family members, who had stayed in Europe, when his parents left for the new world. Grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.

"Which University do you attend?" Elijah asked.

"University of Southern Denmark. I'm only spending one semester here in Virginia." Darwin tugged at a lock of hair. It had red, yellow, and blue wooden beads braided into it.

Vampire or Human, Elijah wondered. Or maybe something else? If he got close enough, he would be able to tell.

He took a casual step toward the boy, not expecting the violent reaction he got.

Darwin's smile disappeared and his eyes widened. He immediately recoiled backwards, bumping hard into the table and knocking over a stack of books and the two open laptops.

"Excuse me, mr. Smith, "he mumbled, hurrying around the table, putting it between Elijah and himself, "I'll get your books."

Elijah stopped short, surprised when feeling a sudden wave of agitation that didn't quite feel like his own. An empath? No, they usually felt other beings' emotions, they did as far as he knew, not project.

Darwin took a stack of journals and parchment from the table and handed it to Jenna. Then helped her finding the right case of scrolls.

"This one. This is the map of the Fell proporty, "he held one up, before slipping it back into the case.

"Let me help you, Jenna,"Elijah offered, stepping around the table. Darwin simultaniously moved back the other way around, keeping his distance.

"Thank you, "she handed Elijah the stack of journals, then opened her bagpack. She pulled out a brown paper bag and placed it on the table. "Your lunch, Darwin."

"Thank you, "the boy said politely, but eyed the bag without enthusiasm. He looked somewhat subdued instead.

"We'll get out of your hair now, "Jenna slung her backpack and the scroll case over her shoulder, "see you at the Lockwood's tomorrow."

"Yes, see you, Ms. Sommers, "Darwin gave Elijah a nod, "Mr. Smith."

Elijah returned the nod on his way to the stairs: "Mr. Havens."

(Break)

At 12.42, Alaric stretched his arms above his head. He had been sitting in his booth at the grill for almost three hours, grading history papers. So far, he had only succeeded in reading through two and a half. His thoughts kept wandering off; to Jenna spending time alone with Elijah, the cultured historian... Oh, and of course the unbeatable original vampire. Alaric kept going back and forth between jelousy and worry.

He finally gave up trying to read, buried his face in his hands and shook his head.

'Well, I'm only human, "he thought, 'and if that's good enough for me, I guess I'm luckier than most ..."

"Mr. Saltzman."

Alaric lowered his hands and looked up: "Darwin."

Darwin climbed into the booth opposite Alaric, set his bag by his leg, and sent him a pointed look. "Let me guess? Jenna and Elijah?"

"I just don't trust him, "Alaric said, crossing his arms over his chest, "we've been looking for a way to get rid of him."

"We being you and Damon, I presume, "Darwin commented.

"He's a threat to Elena."

Darwin rolled his eyes, which he had only done a few times in his life and all of those times at the mention of Elena's name. "Oh yes, Ms. Gilbert. Isn't everything in this world a threat to her?"

Alaric didn't answer.

"How about setting him on fire?" Darwin suggested.

"I'm guessing it, won't work, "Alaric said dejectedly, "and staking him doesn't work either. Damon has already tried that."

"So, he's most likely not inflammable and obviously completely heartless ... I wonder where I can get a 'Team Elijah' t-shirt, "Darwin joked and Alaric laughed humourlessly.

"No drink?" Darwin looked at the papers on the table in front of Alaric, "you look like you could need one."

"I forgot my wallet at home, "he answered sourly.

"Want me to get you a drink?"

Alaric looked at him sharply. "I'm not letting a 15-year-old buy me a drink! If the principal hears of it, I'll lose my job!"

"How about lunch? Have you had lunch?"

"What is this? A date?"

Darwin raised his eyebrows and shook his head, "I wasn't going to buy you food. Merely offer you this..."He pulled a brown paperbag out of his bag and handed it to Alaric.

"What's this?" Alaric asked suspiciously.

"Jenna made me lunch."

"Jenna? "Alaric looked up, abruptly, "did you see her at the library today? Was Elijah with her?"

"No, "Darwin said, looking off to one side.

Alaric knew he was lying, but decided to drop the subject. Instead, he reached into the paperbag and pulled out a steak sandwich. He shook his head: "Are you ever going to tell her that you're a vegan?"

"Nope, "Darwin said and glanced around, "Now, where's the guy who served me last Sunday?"

"Matt? In school, "Alaric told him.

"Oh, here we go. This again ... Miss!" Darwin waved at a girl in an apron. She walked over, with a look off chronic boredom on her heavily painted face.

"Yes?"

"I would like something vegan."

"You mean vegetarian?"

"No, vegan, "Darwin explained, "as in no animals, no animal biproducts, no dairy nor eggs. And no sugar or bleached flour, either, thank you."

The waitress sent him a blank stare, her pencil poised above her pad.

Darwin sighed: "Basically roots, plants and nuts."

"Yes, "Alaric agreed, taking a bite of his sandwich, "very nuts..."

(Break)

It was 5.57, as Darwin walked into the boarding house, feeling equal parts agitated and distracted. His senses were working on high alert and as he entered the library, he was hit full force by Damon's presence, which always made him feel wobbly and slightly nervous.

"Hey, "he muttered as he placed the bags containing his laptops on the desk. "Where's Stefan?"

"Took Elena to her family's lakehouse, "Damon sounded as indifferent as ever, but Darwin knew that when it came to Elena, he was anything but. "What's wrong with you?"

Darwin tensed and finally turned around to send Damon a wary look: "Why?"

He shrugged and took his glass of bourbon from the coffee table in front of him. "You're projecting. Violently."

It had taken Damon some days to be able to pick up Darwin's emotions. For some reason he always projected, when he was up-set. Stefan couldn't feel it, he was too weak.

"Oh, "Darwin breathed heavily and worked to reign in his emotions. He was failing miserably. "I met Elijah today."

Finally, a spark of interest in Damon's eyes. "And?"

"I stayed as far away from him as possible. The man is a force of nature!"

"Was he surprised when he saw you?"

Darwin cheewed nervously on his lower lip: "It certainly seemed so."

Damon downed the rest of his drink and nodded thoughtfully. "So what do you think? Another case of doppelgänger?"

"No, "Darwin frowned, "Elena and Katherine look exactly alike. I see some differences between Elijah and I."

"That would be hard to tell, as he appear twice your age, "Damon pointed out.

"Could be a mere coincidence, "the subject was beginning to get on Darwin's nerves, "can we finish this conversation later? I've got a lot of work to do..."

"Fine, "Damon got up and went to get another drink, "can I borrow one of your computers? I want to do some research."

"What kind of research? "Darwin asked suspiciously. He didn't like lending his computers to anyone and since Damon had used one of them, he had been getting some pretty strange spam mail, most of it having to do with something called a MILF.

"Just about a dagger."

"Dagger?" Certainly sounded like another perverted project.

"I'll tell you about it tommorrow, if you lend me a laptop."

"Fine, "Darwin sighed, "which one do you want?"

Damon gave him a crooked smile: "Desdemona. She has a thing for me, the dirty slut..."

As so many times before, Darwin regretted telling Damon about naming his laptops. All the jokes about Desdemona and her nasty harddrive were getting old. Grumbling, he handed her and the dongle to Damon, before grabbing Deadalus' bag and proceeding up the stairs to his room, which was between Damon and Stefan's.

He pulled Deadalus out of his bag, placed him on the table, and plugged him in. Then he grabbed the open volume of 'Das Kapital' from his nightstand and sat down. He opened the word document titled; Communism: The Inevitable Revolution? He started reading the last few paragraphs, without really understanding, what they were saying. The book was boring, the subject was boring, and he couldn't keep his head together.

Fifteen minutes later, he gave up, pulled out a drawer and grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches. He lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply. Then suddenly remembering Damon, he quickly went to the window, opened it and sat down on the windowsill.

Damon was still intollerable toward cigeratte smoke 'invading his senses' as he said. Or smoke of any kind, really. Darwin was not even allowed to burn insence in the house, which annoyed him to no end, as it had always been an important ingredient in his meditations.

Well, at least he still had his Lighten Up Spray.

He tried to let his mind wander for a moment, but it kept coming back to the same point.

"Elijah Mikaelson, "he said to no one, "I wonder, what happened to you..."