I couldn't wait to post it - I've had Kol's portion written for months. But don't get used to two updates in less than a few days! As always, please review xx

"Stefan and Damon will be visiting Klaus and Elijah tonight, who Damon undaggered. They will be making a false truce to try to buy us time. They will be taking the daggers out of the rest of the Mikaelsons."

Damon felt his eyes widen when he walked by the doorway and heard Elena talking. For a second he didn't comprehend what she was doing – instead he thought it was weird that she was talking to herself. But then when he walked into the room he realized she was on the phone when the person on the other end let out an earsplitting, excited shriek and nearly incomprehensible exclamation of "oh my god, yes!".

"What the hell are you doing?"

Elena jumped almost a foot in the air and whirled around to face him after he interrupted her, hanging up in the same moment. When she spoke it was in a strange, monotonous tone that was at the same time absolutely insistent.

"I wasn't supposed to make the call where anyone could hear me. I need to erase all evidence of the call and forget that I made it."

When Elena immediately began fiddling with her phone, he realized that she was doing exactly that.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Elena was compelled. When the hell had that happened? Who had been able to get past all of them to get to her for whatever purpose?

Damon sped over to her and yanked the phone out of her hand. He saw that the 'recent calls' screen was displayed, but it didn't show anything more recent than a phone call to Bonnie she had made earlier that morning. She had already deleted the phone conversation she had been having. When Damon looked up, Elena was looking at him with a confused expression.

"Damon, why do you have my phone?"

Damon wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her. He knew that whatever was happening wasn't her fault, but it was so fucking inconvenient. The very last thing they needed was somebody having control over Elena, especially when all of their plans to get rid of the Originals were becoming so complicated. The only bit of relief he felt was that she had been referring to Klaus and Elijah by name, so it wasn't either of them who had made Elena their puppet.

"Elena, you were compelled at some point."

Immediately she opened her mouth with a surprised and somewhat offended expression, but Damon cut her off and said, "You were just talking on the phone to someone and told them all of our plans. Then you said you had to erase the call and forget you made it."

Elena blanched and looked panicked when she said, "What did I tell them? What did I do?"

Damon saw that she was about to blame herself, so he reached forward and drew her into a hug as she started breathing more quickly. After a minute she gently shook him off and put on a determined expression.

"We should get everyone here, then figure out whoever it was that I was talking to."

Only twenty minutes later, almost everyone in on their plans was in the boarding house. They had scrolled through Elena's contacts and the only unfamiliar one was a number whose area code was for North Carolina, labeled "B".

With the speaker phone option turned on, they all crowded around as Elena clicked on the vague contact to dial them back.

The person on the other end of the phone picked up almost immediately, but didn't speak right away. Instead there were a few muffled thuds and wordless happy screams with two separate female voices laughing. However after only a few seconds the phone was evidently grabbed by the one who it belonged to.

"Foutre le camp, chienne! Yes, Miss Gilbert?"

Nobody spoke for a moment, and it was Caroline who finally whispered out, "I think she just called someone a bitch and told them to fuck off."

Obviously catching on that something was off with the conversation seeing as Elena hadn't spoken, the voice at the other end just let out a questioning hum to show her annoyance. It was Damon who wasn't able to hold back and began speaking.

"Who are you, and what do you want with Elena?"

The woman on the phone snorted derisively and didn't answer his question. Instead, the only thing they heard before the dial tone was the second voice in the background let out a mocking laugh.

This was bad. Damon knew it was bad. But at this point, they couldn't change their plans. They had to keep a close watch on Elena and make sure she was never alone in case this person stalking her tried to attack her. For now they had to focus on helping Elijah take the daggers out of the other Originals.

Later, they would all realize what a colossal mistake they had made when they had assumed "B" cared about Elena Gilbert at all.

Waking up after being daggered was not a pleasant experience.

Everything hurt. And holy hell did Kol feel groggy, almost as if he was drunk. That was even without taking into account the burning of his throat, which was not the best of feelings.

"What the bloody fuck…"

What was going on? Where was he? He couldn't remember yet what had happened before Nik had caught up with him somehow. Kol always liked having a plan, being a step ahead, and he loathed the strange vulnerability that came with being so incapacitated, even knowing that within minutes he would remember everything.

Of course when Elijah immediately spoke and proposed his idea, Kol was instantly on board with the plan to stab Nik. He couldn't think of an occasion when he wouldn't want to stab Niklaus.

But after the brief bit of fun terrorizing his brother, when Kol had stepped away from Niklaus he was feeling a bit more rational as his thoughts finally began to straighten out and memories returned. He started to recall exactly what had happened, and who he had to reunite with immediately.

"How long was I daggered?"

The room was strangely quiet, and no one was meeting his eyes. Only now taking note of the two unfamiliar vampires in the room, Kol decided to speed up the whole getting-answers process so he could be on his way to his wife as soon as possible and quickly moved across the room to pin the darker haired one to the wall by his throat.

Staring into the man's eyes he asked, "What year is it?"

The vampire continued to struggle against his hold, batting at his arms in an attempt to escape. Based on the strength the man was putting into his efforts Kol guessed that he must have been between one hundred fifty to two hundred years old. And he was apparently somehow wearing vervain. Interesting. But no matter - crushing the vampire's windpipe seemed to be doing a well enough job to make him answer.

"Jesus, Elijah, can you call off your clone?"

A quick glance over his shoulder to his older brother revealed that Elijah had only raised an eyebrow in response to the question, and the dark haired man finally responded.

"I don't know how long you've been in the box, but it's the twenty first century, brave new world and all that."

Kol didn't even realize his grip had faltered until the vampire sped out of his hold. It was a new millennium. Fucking hell, he'd missed nearly a hundred years. And Bea…

"Where is Bea?"

Once again his question was met with a beat of silence. He glanced at Rebekah out of the corner of his eye and saw her baffled expression. She opened her mouth, most likely to sprout off some inane comment meant to insult him as per usual, but Elijah interrupted their exchange as he looked to the two vampires in the room that he didn't recognize.

"You may leave. This is a family matter."

The two men were gone in only moments, and the sound of the front door closing prompted Kol to turn back to his family. He was quickly growing both furious and impatient with Niklaus and Elijah's stalling, both of their expressions making it clear that they knew exactly who he was talking about.

"Where is she? I swear if you two have done anything to my wife -"

Rebekah let out a surprised sound, but all of it was drowned out when Elijah began speaking in a low, even tone that was obviously meant to calm the panic and rage that was beginning to manifest.

"Kol, we left her unharmed, but a century has passed. I'm sorry, but she – "

"No. No. Her brother-in-law is a warlock. Bea is alive. You've seen what magic can do. You know that witches can make themselves live longer – decades longer. You've seen it…"

A note of desperation had entered his tone without his consent, and a sick feeling had started in his stomach. He felt nauseous and the strangest sensation of his throat tightening started. They weren't right - not Bea. She was alive, she had to be fucking alive. He was going to find her and they could run away, never to be separated again, and they'd be happy.

But this time it was Niklaus who spoke, ruining the fantasy he had begun hastily constructing in his mind to quell the hysteria that was growing inside of him.

"I checked up on her every once in a while. I'm sorry, but she died years ago."

The edge of his vision turned black. But a moment later, all he could see was red.

Elijah was struggling to hold Kol back, but even with Rebekah helping him their brother continued pulling from their grasps and escaping to further his animalistic, violently raging attack.

Klaus was pulling himself back through the hole in the wall that had been created when Kol threw him straight through it. It was – well, it was astounding the amount of strength Kol seemed to have. None of them had ever shown such a degree of power and Kol was holding his own against Niklaus, who had successfully become a hybrid and should have been able to easily subdue him.

Kol's maniacal snarling hadn't ceased since Niklaus had revealed the death of his wife. Elijah felt a sharp stab of regret, not having known that Niklaus had been keeping an eye on the girl as her life passed. He only hoped her human life had been fulfilling. Kol's witch slaughters had become incredibly destructive, and Mikael would have been drawn to them in a few years, if that. It was necessary to dagger him for his own good. At least, that was what Elijah was trying to tell himself.

Watching Kol's reaction now was nothing short of sickening. Elijah had never seen him display this much emotion, and through the contorted expression of murderous rage he was fairly sure he could see the sheen caused by tears in Kol's eyes.

When Kol's growls ceased it was only for the moment it took to scream at him and Niklaus.

"I am going to KILL you! I will tear you LIMB from LIMB and burn the pieces! YOU'RE the reason my wife is dead! I should have been with Bea and we –"

When his voice cracked and his words cut off, it was even more jarring than the threats had been. Kol's face crumpled and he gritted his teeth to prevent what Elijah guessed were tears.

Niklaus flashed over to Kol during his moment of distraction and quickly snapped his neck before Kol could react. As they all stared down at his body, all was quiet. Finally it was Rebekah who broke the silence when she looked up to meet his and Niklaus's eyes.

"He truly was married to a human?"

Elijah nodded and inhaled deeply before speaking evenly on the exhale.

"Yes. Kol had to be stopped, for the sake of all of us. But there was nothing we could do about her. She was compelled to forget about him and then we left her to live out her human life."

Rebekah nodded at the answer and quietly said, "What was she like? How on Earth did she manage a relationship with – this is Kol."

Niklaus answered this time as he said, "Her name was Beatrix. She was a pretty little red head – Kol's usual type. But it appeared genuine. They were married for two years."

Rebekah seemed to deflate and sounded sincerely sad when she said, "You've taken love from me before. But Kol has always been alone. What you did to her, and to him – it seems much worse for some reason. You – "

Whatever it was she was going to say was cut off when out of nowhere, their mother glided into the room.