Azalea woke it took a while for her mind to catch up with yesterday events. Elijah, the original vampire, Elijah Mikaelson was a guest in her house. The man who saved her when she was seven years old. She rose from her bed and padded downstairs. It wasn't till she began to plate that she discovered two problems. One; she didn't know what Elijah liked, and two; how did you wake a sleeping Original?

Her questions were answered when the dark-haired man walked into view, already dressed, and adjusting his cufflinks.

"Good morning, Azalea, how did you sleep?" he smiled as he sat down.

"Good, er, what would you like?" she gestured to the food.

"I will eat whatever you put on my plate," he said leaning back, watching as she plated the food. He has been very surprised to find her in the middle of all of this. And for her to be here! In Mystic Falls, the place where he and his siblings grew up. Where he grew up. Was it her connection to him that brought her here unknowingly? He suspected Niklaus was already starting to look for her, his brother would have people all over England searching for the young redhead. He smiled as she put the plate in front of him. He definitely had the upper hand against his brother. He had Azalea close. And though he could ruin Klaus by keeping her from him. He wanted a much sweeter vengeance for what he had done to their family.

"Tea? Coffee?" soft English tones took him from his thoughts, she was looking at him with those big emerald eyes.

"Tea please, milk no sugar. This looks delicious, thank you." He said taking the first bite. She turned around pouring the boiling water into the mug. She appeared thoughtful, kind-hearted. Perhaps it was she who could have solved his previous quest to find his brother's redemption. He was relieved to see a glimpse of the young girl they saved, before he and Klaus went their separate ways. Despite the horrors she endured. Though he saw the haunted, mature, war-struck warrior within her eyes. Her body language when in the face of danger, or surprise.

She hid her trauma well.

"There you go," she mumbled, putting the cup beside his plate.

"Thank you," he took a sip. Yes, she was quite remarkable.

As they ate Elijah asked her questions about her life, she answered them nervously. He seemed genuinely interested in her answers. She assumed he was more curious about The Girl Who Lived rather than the little girl he helped all those years ago. Yet, his questions felt like they were directed towards her. Not the persona so many had created about her…

He planned to meet up with Dr Martin after Azalea had left for school, she had gotten changed into a cricket jumper dress that had red and gold patterns on the predominantly cream wool, she wore long pushed down to below the knee socks and some doc martins. Her hair still in the braid that Elena had put in the night before.

"Enjoy school,"
"Thanks," she said nervously walking out of the door.

Half an hour later Azalea received a concerning message from Damon, saying Rose had been bitten by the new wolf who has been looking around for Mason.

She told him that he could come and get something to help her sleep, and unfortunately there was nothing known to aid in a wolf bite. She asked if he wanted her to come over, but he told her that it probably wasn't a good idea. She asked him to find out where her favourite place was, and Azalea would make sure that is where the poor vampire would be laid to rest. He agreed.

Azalea made her way onto the school ground, with far more melancholy in her heart than when she had left her home. Until she noticed Caroline and Tyler talking by the basketball hoops; she made a beeline to them wanting to know how last night had gone.

"I am so sorry, I wasn't there last night… Something came up… Something I couldn't get out of… How did it go?"
"He did so good," Caroline praised him.

"Brilliant," the redhead smiled, handing him a flask, he took it frowning slightly at her. "It'll help with the aches." She told him, he immediately unscrewed the lid and took a few big gulps.

"Your hair looks super cute," Caroline commented.

"Thanks, I was at Elena's before… before…" Azalea glanced at Tyler, she felt like it was getting to the point were keeping him out of the circle would only hurt them later. Especially with Jules lurking around.

"I'll catch up with you both later," he nodded, he realised that his redheaded friend was having trouble speaking freely in front of him. He knew whatever it was, it was important…

Once Tyler was out of supernatural earshot Azalea filled Caroline in on the night before, and the weird breakfast this morning.

"Oh my God. So, he is just like living with you now." She said frustrated.

"Yep,"
"God that's creepy. Clearly he wants to watch you cause of –"

"Probably Caroline," Azalea shushed her, her vampire friend looked at her apologetically.

Azalea spent the day barely paying attention in class, wondering if Elijah would still be home when she got back. Her question was clearly answered when the gently smiling Original was leaning against her house porch, one hand in his trouser pocket.

"I would like to invite you to join me for a walk." He said cheerfully. Azalea raised her eyebrow, he kept his face warm, and neutral of his intentions behind this walk. She nodded with a sigh, Elijah gestured for her to come closer. She sighed again but did as he instructed; he scooped her into his arms before he ran off towards the trees.

Azalea was gently placed down on the mossy ground. Elijah did not let go of her until he was sure he would not fall.

"Really," she said looking around.

"I thought it was a rather beautiful place to discuss things, and has the benefit of not being overheard. Shall we?" he gestured in a direction for the two of them to walk.

She sighed but did as he instructed, and the two walked.

"Tell me," he said pleasantly. "What do you know of me and my family?"

"I know of the Originals; you became vampires through wiccan magic." She told him. she began to tell him everything she remembered from her conversation with Draco, and the books they had found. "Finally… I know Klaus is a hybrid, and the curse is on him, not the Sun and the Moon."

He gave her a surprised smile.

"And how did you figure that out?"
She told him about the story of how she knew about daggers that were known to put the Originals in a death sleep… and how they were made of silver… and how they had not effect Klaus.

"Ingenious." He looked at her amazed. "You are correct. My mother had an affair with a werewolf –"

"So, he's a hybrid. His wolf side cursed dormant," Azalea felt her stomach tighten as her theory was confirmed.

"Quite," Elijah said.

"Great a werewolf with heightened emotions, well at least I know it's easy to piss him off." She muttered looking down at her feet and kicking one of the twigs that lay their innocently.

"If all goes well, that will never be an issue you shall have to deal with," he reassured her. She shrubbed her eyes, then her face.

"Brilliant," she said, before she looked him in the eyes once more. "Is there any other big discussions we need to have in the seclusion of the woods?"

He chuckled but shook his head.

"I can take you back now if you wish."
"Please,"

Without another word Elijah scooped the redhead girl back into his arms and spend back to her home. Once they got back Azalea text Lexi, Ana and Pearl who had been keeping an eye on what was happening in the vampire community that surrounded the doppelganger and the sun and moon curse. Redirecting rumours, as and when it was needed.

Once she chatted to the Salvatore brothers about meeting up to discuss the immenunt implosion that was Elijah, the 'sun and the moon' curse, and Klaus wanting to sacrifice Elena and likely kidnap Azalea to… be in love with or she tried not to think too hard about that one. She had a relaxing bath, using lavender petals to help her get ready to sleep before she slipped under the covers, as if to cocoon herself from the inevitable events to come…

Knock, knock.

"Come in," she called, Elijah walked in and span in a circle, a smile on his face he noticed certain people frequented the art regularly. A day had gone by since their chat in the woods. The information he had gained had been incredibly useful and the show of her intelligence proved to him she was as incredible as he had always thought. If not more so.

"I smelt the paint," he told her, putting his hands in his pocket. "Tell me. Are these all your creations." As Azalea nodded, he couldn't help but think of his brother. "What is it your painting?" he walked behind her.

"My best friends," she said sadly, he noticed the freckled young man's arm around the brushy haired brunette. "They're dead,"

"I'm sorry for your loss,"

"I'll never join them?" she whispered; her eyes burned as she blinked furiously. She saw Elijah moving closer to her.

"Don't," she cautioned looking up at the ceiling and taking a deep breath.

She felt her phone buzz beside her, looking up one more time before she picked it up to look. What she saw brought a frown to her face.

John's back in town. Says he wants to help… :/

"What is wrong?" Elijah's concerned voice made her look up.

"Nothing, unwanted visitor in town." She said, putting her phone in her pocket. Expecting that the arrogant man would come and talk to her soon enough. A lot of his hints from last time had become all too clear.

"Anything I need to be concerned about?" he asked her.

"No, it's no one groundbreaking. As much as he would like to this he is." She muttered the second half under her breath. Elijah's lip twitched upwards in amusement.

"All right. Well, I shall see you later on today. I have some errands I must run,"

"Bye," she acknowledged as he walked out of the room, allowing the redhead to get back to the smiling faces in front of her…

As a knock sounded through the house, Azalea relecently went to go and answer it. Suspecting an unwelcome visitor who would be able to get through her front door without having to be invited in.

Her suspicions were correct when Johnathan Gilbert, leaning against the door frame smirked as she appeared.

"Hello, John. No time for chit chat, what is it you want?" she said crossing her arms, and keeping the entrance blocked.

"You are quite the –"

"Shut up," she growled. "What do you know? Do you have anything that is actually useful?"

"Your connection to Klaus for starters," he said smirking. "You're just bursting with special aren't you. Girl Who Lived, Chosen One. And now the mate of an Original Vampire, not any Origina–"

"Get to your point. Do you have anything useful…"
"Yes,"

She gestured for him to keep talking.

"Might I come inside?"

"No, what do you want?"
He sighed.

"I want to ask you for a favour…" he said. Her eyebrow raised as she scoffed.

"Well, this should be good."
"Your connection to Klaus… He is in love with you… He would do anything for you…"
Her snide faded as she sensed where this was going.

"I don't think he'll listen to me… but if it comes to it. I am going to try." She said, more softly than she had ever spoken to this man before. "I love Elena, and I want to do everything I can to save her… Even if it means bargaining my own happiness. I will go with him, if it spares her life. I can promise you that."

She saw the tension in his shoulders drop, a gentle relief flooding his face.

"Thank you, Azalea," he said, before he turned on his heel and left. Adding greatly to Azalea's emotional whip lash of a morning as she shut her front door.