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Chapter 8

Derek forced me go home with Klaus and Care, all of us not saying a word. Klaus pretty much had a death grip on the steering wheel. Caroline remained quiet after trying and failing to get Klaus to talk to her.

He pulled in front of the apartment complex, putting in park. I looked up to the floor where the apartment was. I clutched my bag tightly, sliding out the car with my sadness at bay.

I turned around when I heard a window rolled down. Caroline peeked her head out. "Do you want me to come for a while?" Care asked, looking down.

"No. I need time to be alone. Maybe tomorrow morning?" I said, sliding my keys out. I sighed as Care simply nodded, then Klaus pulled off down the street. I looked after them for a moment before I turned back to complex entrance.

I entered the building, then headed over to the steps. I didn't want to get to my apartment any faster than I wanted. I walked up the five flight of stairs and walked down to my door, I stood outside.

I had to swallow down my hope for having Elena sitting on the couch, reading a book, on the other side to greet me. I fumbled with my keys until I found the right one. I unlocked my door and with a last breath, I push the door opened. I stepped into the apartment, dropping my bag at the door.

It was cold, dead. Elena made this into a home, not the knick knacks. Everything seem in their places. I hit the light switch, then I closed my door. I roamed around the apartment, trying to make any connections. I went to my bedroom to find the bed shuffled, unmade, but other than it was the same. I kicked off my shoes, then slid my jacket off and went over and laid down on Elena's side.

I inhale her scent, but made me instantly sad. Tears sprung to my eyes when I wondered how long her scent will remain here. I cried for quite a while, before sleep took over me.

Derek's POV

Agent Malcovich lead me to interrogation rooms once again to meet Santiago. I went into the room, standing in the corner while Malcovich took the lead. I'm hear for observation purposes only. They moved the table away from her, leaving all limbs to be cuffed down. But her posture was calm, not a flicker of panic. It as she accepted her fate. Her eyes flickered up to me briefly, before focusing back on Malcovich.

Her stare was empty, cold. I have seen my share of these stares, but something was so evil about hers. "Ms. Santiago, would you like a lawyer to be present?" Malcovich asked, looking up to her.

"No need. We both know you have the evidence to put me away. What would be the point?" She said, looking straight ahead.

"Your choice. What is your connection with Elena Mikaelson?" Malcovich questioned.

"Is that what she went by these days?" She sass with a ghost smirk.

"What is your connection with Elena Mikaelson?" Malcovich repeated again with a edge.

"I have no personal connection to Elena Mikaelson, but I was ordered to kill her." Santiago said, smoothly.

"You ordered you to kill Elena?" Malcovich questioned.

"Agent Morgan, do you believe in God?" Her eyes flittered over to me as she observed me.

"There were times I have had my doubts, but yes." I responded.

"Elena was a threat to my father. To his position." Santiago responded, eyes still on me.

"Your father?" I questioned, moving closer.

"King of Hell." She said without humor. Malcovich scoff.

"So working on an insanity plea? Screaming Devil isn't going to get you anywhere." Malcovich snarked back.

"Lucifer isn't in play yet, but many rejoiced his rising." She commented, ignoring the jab. So, she believe Lucifer roams the Earth. A possible nut case.

"But the King of Hell doesn't actually like that. Is that why your father sent you after Elena?" I commented, deciding to circle her.

"She was one of two vessels to be able to carry Lucifer himself." Santiago responded. I stopped when she said that. Did she hint at the fact there will be another victim? My eyes found Malcovich, knowing he caught on the same thing.

"And who is this second vessel?" I asked, looking her in the eye.

Santiago sat back against her chair, folding her hands over her knees. "Nothing you need to worry your pretty little heads about." She responded. I have a distinct feeling she was gloating.

Deciding to change the line of questioning, I walk back where I'm facing her. "What do know about the Winchesters brothers?" I asked, staring at her.

I saw a flare of anger rise in her eyes, but she remained quiet. "I hear that they aren't dead. I read their files and they seem to share your cult beliefs. How do they fit in all of this?" I questioned.

"Does that mean you are part of a cult, then? You did say you believe in God." She snarked back at me.

"Maybe if you have some valuable information, I can see about a deal." Malcovich butted in. I glared at him.

"No, there will be no deals. This woman assist in killing a very dear friend. If the Winchesters are alive, then we find them on our own." I argued. One thing to keep my cool while in the same room as this murderer, but giving her some kind of pass was unacceptable.

"Morgan, you are in here as an courtesy. If she can help find two men that is on the FBI's Most Wanted, then I take that chance." Malcovich stated, standing up to match my height.

Santiago started to giggle, looking between the two of us. "Please, don't stop on my account. I love it when men fight over me." She smirked.

I frown. "You killed a another human being. Someone who was contributing to society, making a place a bit more bearable." I said, glaring down at her. Finally letting my disgust fill my voice.

"Maybe, but I was securing my future. What is that saying?" She tilted her as if she was thinking about it. A moment later, a sick smirk crossed her face. "Survival of the fittest."

Spencer's POV

"Spencer, are you going home for Christmas break?" Elena asked, flopping on my bed as I was typing my twenty page research for my sociology class. At this point, Elena and I have been dating for six months. Seven will be next week.

"No, my mom is going through sessions. So, I'm visiting Jason. You?" I asked, as my fingers flew over the keyboard.

She hummed a little. "Well, I'm unsure. I haven't told my family I have a boyfriend." She said, which lead me to stop typing.

I looked up at her, letting her to continue before letting my thoughts go astray. "It's not what you think. It's just they are really protective, especially Nik. He always find something to be wrong with every boy I might like. He can be rough. I want to tell the family together. Only my best friends know about us." Elena explained, laying her head on my shoulder.

I sighed. "Would you like to come with me to Jason's?" I asked. She pulled away with a smile.

I couldn't help but laugh. "I would love too! I promise to have my family to come down and meet with us. But I will wait after finals." She said. She kissed me, before jumping off the bed. She turned. "When was last time you ate?" She questioned with narrow eyes.

I looked away, knowing she caught me. "Last night." I murmured.

She sighed. "You have to take better care of yourself, Spence." She came back over, taking my laptop away. She pulled me off my bed and lead me to the kitchen. She rummaged through my refrigerator, gathering items.

I watched as she moved around with a smile. I listened as she talked about her day as she prepared a salad. She got a little quiet as she tossed the salad.

"What is wrong?" I asked as I take the bowl from her hands.

"Do you think Mr. Gideon will like me? He is kind of a parent figure to you." Elena questioned, looking up to me wide brown eyes.

I smile. "As much as I talk about you, he practically knows you. He has expressed meeting you, but his schedule is unpredictable. You have nothing to be worried about, Elena." I kissed her forehead, before walking back to my seat. She continued on making Paninis.

The week has passed and finals finally over. We were packed and now driving to the countryside, where Gideon resided. Elena was singing along to some song, while I caught up with some reading for next semester.

Her phone started to ring. I looked down down at the screen to see 'Nik'. Elena answers the phone, which is hooked up to the car.

"Hello." Elena said.

"Elena, what time does your plane lands in NOLA?" Her brother asks.

My eyes widen when I look over and see Elena mirroring my look. "Didn't Kol tell you?" Elena responded as she shook her head.

"Tell me what?" Niklaus questioned.

"That I'm spending break here in California." She said. All you can hear was silence on the other end.

"Let me guess? With your boyfriend?" The voice accused.

Elena sighed. "I'm going to ignore the fact that you are having me watch. I was going to tell you." She said.

"It's been six months, Elena!" The man yelled back!

Elena frowned. "Maybe if you wasn't so damn judgmental and overprotective, I wouldn't had a problem telling you." Elena argued back.

"This boy should have insisted that he meet your family. A man that has no intentions to meet family is not serious and have no respect!" He argued back.

Oh God, he hates me! I need to do something. "I'm in love with Elena!" I said without thinking, instantly clasping my hand over my mouth. Stupid! Why did I do that again?

Everyone went quiet, but a smile was gracing Elena's face. "I promise you, Mr. Mikaelson, I am very serious about my relationship with Elena. I would love to meet to the family that shaped the most wondrous creature I have set my eyes on." I know at this point, we were both blushing.

"When will you both be back at the campus?" Niklaus questioned.

"Next friday." Elena answered that time.

"Expect my arrival." With that, he hung up. We both let out a breath that we didn't know we we were holding.

"Spencer?" Elena said, softly. She intertwined our hand.

"Yes?" I said.

"I'm madly in love with you." She said with a smile.

I woke up to my phone ringing incessantly. I groaned as I turned over and grabbed my phone. Derek was calling me. I answered.

"Hello." I said, still half asleep.

"Open the door." Derek said.

I sighed. "Give me a moment." I hung up, tossing my phone next to me. I rolled off, walking bare feet to my door. I press the buzzer to open downstairs, then I unlock my apartment door.

From here, I can hear the elevator whirring. I went to the kitchen to start coffee. I grabbed two mugs, hearing Morgan shuffled into the apartment. "I'm making coffee. It probably won't… tastes like Elena's, but it won't kill you." I said, pouring coffee into the mugs.

I hear a low chuckle. It kind of halter my steps a little, because it was so off. I frowned a little, before grabbing sugar for mines. "I'm sure it will be fine. The usual, Spencer. Cream and sugar." Morgan said.

Now, two things definitely made me stop. For one, Morgan never calls me by first name unless he was somewhat scolding me. Second, Morgan likes his coffee one way and one way only: black. I sat the mugs down on the counter. I made my way out into the living room. Derek Morgan isn't the one the sitting on my couch, but a man that was tall, white, dressed down in a full tailor suit. The little hair that he had was slicked back.

"Take a seat, Mr. Reid. We have a lot to talk about." He said. To emphasize his point, he had a gun aimed my way. I made my way over to the recliner to sit across from him.

"Obviously, you know me. Do I deserve the same courtesy?" I said, keeping my eyes on him.

He 'hmmed' before smiling lightly. "Zachariah."