Kyra ran.

Kol nearly ran after her, fully prepared to kill the older woman. Dana, however, reached out and wrapped her thin fingers around Kol's wrist tight enough to get his attention, but loose enough to where he could easily remove his hand from her grip.

"Let her go," Dana murmured, "Maybe they'll take this as a warning."

He pulled his hand away, rolling his eyes. "Or maybe it will give them even more incentive to kill you."

A smirk curled the corner of Dana's lips as she said, "Careful Kol or I'll start to think you care."

Then she was pushed back against a tree again. Kol had her carefully restrained. "If anyone kills you, it's going to be me love."

"Oh please, you're bluffing. If you wanted me dead, you would have killed me by now," Dana scoffed, tilting her head forward to where their faces were only centimeters apart.

Kol leaned in to where their faces were mere inches apart, his dark eyes narrowed dangerously, "Sure you want to call that bluff darling?"

Dana rolled her eyes, pushing him away and putting as much force behind her push as she could, "Whatever Kol."

She could practically feel his staring as she turned to walk away. "I believe I will accompany you back to your house."

Dana scowled over her shoulder before moving back on through the woods. She wondered if her parents knew Kyra, Seth, and Galen had come after her. If they did then perhaps they were becoming more desperate than she thought, or Kyra and Seth had acted on their own. Despite what it all seemed, they had never been particularly fond of Lauren and James.

They had had their own vendetta against the two Chasseur's. Dana had never know what it could be. For all she knew it could have been the simple fact that they had yet to hunt Dana down and end her life. But no…she had noticed the grudge long before Dana had long since considered the life of a vampire.

"Seems like you're thinking long and hard. What's going on in that tiny little brain of yours?"

"Nothing Kol."

"No need to lie to me love."

"Who said I was lying?"

"Well," Kol smirked over at her, "I believe you're quite more devious than you pretend to be." Dana glowered at him again, refusing to answer as she continued to trek through the woods.

"Shouldn't you be cleaning up your mess?"

"They're your family," Kol retorted, waving his hand in the air as if to brush the thought of it aside.

Dana didn't bother mentioning that not only was he the one that had killed them, but he was also the one who wanted revenge. Instead she remained silent as the two trudged through the woods. Kol quit badgering her, allowing her to really think about the two dead family members of hers they'd left behind in the woods.

Much to Dana's surprise, Kol instructed that the two of them head to the Mikaelson manor instead of Dana's home. She followed without complaint, watching the Kol's back with such an intensity that she was surprised he hadn't said anything.

When they arrived at the manor, she continued to follow Kol into what she had decided to call the 'family room' because any time she'd been over…that's where she had found them all together. And as always, they didn't disappoint. At least, not completely.

Elijah was standing by a window, staring out with a thoughtful expression on his face. Rebekah was lounging on the couch, watching America's Next Top Model, and the rest of Kol was suddenly plopping down on the loveseat and sprawling out.

Dana glanced around the room for a minute. Rebekah was clearly intrigued by the television show and Kol appeared to have little interest in idle chat, so she moved to go and stand by Elijah.

"Hey," She muttered as she stood just a few feet away from him.

Elijah's gaze slid over to the nineteen year old girl, who should have been twenty one at this time in her life. But in a single moment of thoughtlessness he had given in to his anger, his need to make the Chasseur family hurt, he had changed Dana into a vampire. Granted, she had literally been on her knees begging for it. She had wanted this, and had been desperate enough to lower herself to pleading.

Kol had told him that she frustrated him to no ends. Evidently one moment she would right by his little brother's side, fully prepared to stir up trouble and revel in being a vampire as he did. Then she would positively refuse to touch a single hair on a human's head.

Elijah saw the problem, whereas his little brother perhaps did not.

Dana appeared to be stuck between who she was raised to be and who she wished to be. She had no qualms killing because it was what she was raised to do. Therefore ending a human's life was nothing to her, but there seemed to be part of conscience reprimanding her for taking part in such acts.

Kol had also told him that Dana appeared much more even-tempered and tame when in Elijah's presence.

"Hello Dana," Elijah finally returned after moments of silence. "I hear you've been having fun."

He noticed her visible flinch at his words. At first she didn't say anything. Instead she chose to shift around uncomfortably, placing the palm of her hand on the window pane and leaning forward to peer outside.

"I suppose," she answered quietly, unlike the girl Kol had described to him on several occasions. Her voice lacked the sarcasm or the curiosity he normally heard.

"And what about your family?"

Then she snorted, that quiet demeanor that had shown for just a moment disappearing in an instant. "They'll probably be furious when they find out Kol killed Seth and Galen. Other than that…I don't care what they think or how they are anymore. They only care about killing me and every other supernatural in this down."

Her brows creased, lips pursing in anger just at the thought of her family trying to harm a hair on any supernatural's head in this town. Even the ones she wasn't sure about.

"You hold a grudge towards them," Elijah stated simply.

"Don't you?" Dana shot back, her eyes snapping towards the older vampire. "My gran told the gist of what happened with them back then."

Her words nearly seemed to strike home with Elijah. While his face remained impassive, a particular looked passed through his eyes as he said, "Her name was Natalie. She was human and I found her…intriguing."

Elijah's gaze traveled to stare back outside, a wistful look dancing across his face. "She was a university student…and so passionate. You must understand how difficult it is to find someone like her. So honest, so utterly human. Natalie discovered that I was a vampire, brushed it off like it was nothing. At the end she told me that I could not protect her, no matter how hard I tried. And she accepted that."

Dana openly stared at Elijah. The way he spoke of Natalie amazed her. He spoke of her as if she could do no wrong. He talked of her being human as if it were the best thing that ever could have happened. Elijah had truly loved this girl, and her family had taken her away from him.

"My parents killed her," Dana confirmed, despite him being perfectly aware, "and you were so angry and you wanted them to lose someone they loved. Into the very thing they hated."

"I realize now it was wrong of me acting so thoughtlessly. That I could have hurt you in the process, and you could have ended up dead. Or worse."

"Noble Elijah," Kol cut in, "Dana would have found another means of becoming a vampire."

Elijah opened his mouth to counteract his younger brother's words, but Dana beat him to it. "Kol's right. At that point I was ready to get away. I hated being a hunter and didn't care about the consequences. If you wouldn't have done what I asked I would have moved on. I could have found Damon, or some other vampire."

And there was the truth. Dana had wanted to become a vampire, she had been transfixed with the possibilities the life offered her. What was so great about being human anyway? Perhaps she could see what Elijah saw when she was as old as him, but in that moment she wouldn't have given anything to go back.


"They're dead."

James Chasseur looked down on the woman kneeling in front of him without pity. She was sobbing from the loss of her son and husband. Something any hunter with pride wouldn't do.

"The three of you shouldn't have been so careless to go after Dana, knowing that she has been affiliating with the Original scum," James nearly spat.
The saddened look on Kyra's tear-stained face turned to one of pure hatred as she gazed up at her husband's brother. She had never favored James or Lauren. She had always disliked them. They were cold, heartless, and every ounce the killer any vampire or werewolf could be.

"Daniel!"

Moments later Daniel and the witch girl whose name James hadn't bothered remembered appeared side by side. "The two of you prepare yourselves. The time has almost come."


A/N ~ Sorry it's been so long! Won't go into details, but here's a new chapter o.o Review please? Let me know what you guys think!