After Vivienne spoke to Elijah, she pictured the location that Klaus' mind had revealed to her and materialized there in seconds. Walking around the room, she approached the closest coffin and gripped it tightly, bracing herself before materializing back. Elijah turned to her, shocked, and she stumbled a bit before righting herself.

"I apologize for my apparent weakness, bringing things with me as I travel is taxing, and I am very far from my source of power."

Before he could respond, she left once again, grabbing the next one. She only stayed in the apartment for a moment, knees buckling, and left right away after seeing Klaus beginning to wake. She landed next to the final coffin she intended to move still kneeling, but summoned the energy to take the final one back.

There was a fourth coffin, but she had been warned before coming here that it was spelled, and contained something that should not yet be released into the world, so she avoided it completely.

Finally back at the apartment, she slumped against the wall and breathed deeply. Although technically unnecessary, breathing was still something she found comforting. Probably because of all of her deaths. After drowning over and over she had come to realize how soothing the act of breathing could be.

If she had been at full power she would have realized right away that Klaus was rushing in her direction, having just evaded Elijah's attempt to force him down. As it was, she was distracted, and soon found herself pinned to the floor with his hands gripping her skull, tangling in her hair as he was apparently attempting to pull her head off of her neck.

Vivienne did not consider herself an unreasonable person. But in that moment, all of her sadness that stemmed from leaving her home and coming back to this plane of the Earth, her insecurity that she was failing as a protector, and her absolute rage at this arrogant little hybrid boiled over, and she exploded.

Materializing right behind him she picked him up, and used all of her strength to throw him through the wall. She stalked through the hole, mindlessly avoiding the rubble and exposed wires, gripping him tightly and bringing him back to the main room. When she dropped him unceremoniously on the floor he let out a groan, but not one of unimaginable pain. No, he was disappointed that his attempt on her life had yet again failed.

Unfortunately for him, she was not in the mood to bestow pity.

Talons fully extending and black veins spreading across her skin, she pinned him to the ground and hissed furiously, glaring at him with entirely black eyes.

"Listen, you insolent megalomaniac, I have not been top-side for what has been approximately one thousand years in my realm, so my people skills may be a bit rusty. However, I believe it is still rude to continuously try to kill someone whose endeavor is to ultimately help you. Stand. Down."

After snapping his neck yet again, Vivienne stood up, retracted her talons and allowed the power to seep from her veins, the black fading quickly before focusing to make her eyes also appear more normal. Shaking her head side to side in an attempt to clear her thoughts, she turned and was met with the sight of Elijah completely frozen, hands wrapped around a stake protruding from his stomach that she assumed he had been in the process of removing.

Now embarrassed by her temper tantrum, she cleared her throat lightly.

"So, would you like to wake everyone up now?"

Elijah was a very self aware person. But even as he knew without a doubt that he was being incredibly rude, and maybe offensive, he could not stop staring at the woman flitting about, peeking into the coffins every few seconds as they waited for Finn, Bekah, and Kol to wake.

Vivienne.

Every time he started to believe that he could figure her out, she would do something completely unpredictable, and he was left once again clueless. She claimed to be their protector, a statement that he had immediately disregarded as absurd, a lie to create a false sense of security. But then she had located his lost siblings and brought them to him, and based on the fact that she had seemed as though she would collapse, he imagined it had been at her own expense.

Most of the time she remained composed, almost reminding him of how someone would behave with a work associate, but at times she would crack, whether it be a smile or, as he had just discovered, a murderous rage that would end with a Klaus-shaped hole in a wall.

Clearly she was dangerous. Much more so than he had thought, perhaps inconceivably. Furthermore, she had yet to kill his brother when Niklaus' behavior nearly begged for it. Perhaps there was more truth to her claim than he had originally thought.

"Elijah, do you know approximately how long it will take for them to rise from their neutralized states?"

She turned to look at him, and when he caught her eyes he was left speechless. They were haunting - very clearly supernatural – and were the only part of her that betrayed her true age, if her words were to be believed. One thousand years in a realm apparently not their own. And she kept mentioning the 'top-side', a concept that he was unfamiliar with. Shaking himself from his reverie, he replied, "Very soon, I believe."

She nodded and cast a glance at the back corner of the room, where Niklaus lay slumped over. Elijah had compelled a truck driver to give himself, Vivienne, and their luggage a ride to the nicest foreclosure in town, and they were now all in the parlor room of a the house they had arrived at. Niklaus had awoken as he and Vivienne were unloading the coffins, forcing her to break his neck yet again. This last time however, as the crack had rung out, Vivienne had flinched away from his body when she dropped it. Elijah suspected that she was regretting her outburst at the apartment and had felt guilty breaking his neck.

Before he could dwell any longer on his thoughts concerning Vivienne, he heard a desperate gasp of air, and Rebekah shot up from her prone position, gripping the edges of her coffin and heaving. Elijah rushed to her and immediately handed her a blood bag, then a few more as she greedily gulped at the liquid.

"Elijah?" she whimpered with a quivering voice.

He leaned forward, clutching his sister tightly to him as she began to cry in earnest, beginning to soak his shirt. He faintly heard another gasp similar to Rebekah's and turned his head a fraction to see Finn sitting up, and was glad to see Vivienne leaning over him and giving him blood bags, faintly murmuring to him in Old Norse and assuring him that everything was okay.

He felt Bekah's fingers unclench from his shirt, and she began to twist around, taking in her surroundings for the first time.

"Lijah, where are we?"

Her question was more of a demand for answers, and Elijah felt relief and happiness at having his bossy, bratty little sister returned to him. He turned to check on Finn, and saw that he was drinking from a blood bag, still looking panicked, but Vivienne was gently patting his shoulder, continuing to speak soothingly in Old Norse.

When she saw Elijah looking at her, Vivienne stood and faced him, nodding slightly, signaling that Finn was alright for now. A feeling of contentment and peace began to spread, until Bekah's suddenly let out a disgusted growl.

"Ugh, what is that?"

His sister was staring at Vivienne, eying her up and down and clearly judging her as inadequate. Elijah noted that she was still in her filthy gown and looked altogether messy. But he almost laughed at how unintentionally accurate a question his sister had asked and Vivienne, having clearly heard the remark, let her composure slip for a moment when an amused smirk came over her. Before anyone said another word however, there was a blur of motion as Kol sat up and took in the scene.

In less than a second he stood directly behind Vivienne, wrapping his arms around her waist and chest and pulling her against him. His face shifted as his fangs descended, and he roughly tore at Vivienne's throat.

Except that he didn't.

His fangs slid off of her skin, pressing the flesh in slightly but not breaking the skin or doing any actual harm. Kol pulled back and Elijah watched as a perplexed frown covered his face before he dove back toward the curve of her neck, attempting to feed from her once again.

His siblings were silent, not processing what they were seeing, but Elijah had already witnessed her apparent invulnerability, and was instead watching Vivienne's reaction. When he grabbed her she had remained impassive, and after Kol had tried to feed the first time she had bitten her lip and he caught her small smirk. When he tried yet again she finally broke, and he heard a faint snort of laughter.

Reaching down and prying his arms off of her Vivienne stepped away from Kol and turned to face him directly, and Elijah felt a strange sense of relief flood him when she stepped away from his brother that he chose not to examine.

She reached toward Kol and patted his cheek in an amused manner, saying with a dry tone, "As peculiar as that feels, it probably isn't doing much for you."

Kol stood frozen, looking, but as soon as Vivienne handed him a blood bag, he looked ecstatic. However, instead of biting into the blood bag, he flashed his hand forward and gripped Vivienne's wrist, spinning her so that she faced him once again. Elijah started to move toward them, feeling the urge to protect Vivienne from his younger brother, even knowing that he couldn't do her any harm, but Bekah's hand on his arm tightened, and he stilled his feet.

Instead of attacking, he watched as Kol smiled widely and lifted her hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles before turning it over and nipping at her wrist, once again not breaking the skin.

"Now what might you be, darling?"

The room became silent, and Elijah wondered if any of his guesses were going to turn out to have been correct when she leaned closer to him, but instead of listing off a species, she instead answered lightly, "Soon I may explain the specifics. For now, I'm the one who is going to keep you all alive."