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HEADS WILL ROLL

"You must fall in order to grow, hurt in order to love, lose in order to gain. Because life's greatest lessons are learned through pain."
~Pein (Masashi Kishimoto: 'Naruto: Shippuden')

~:GRACE'S P.O.V:~

I woke the next morning feeling restless as I lay on my bed with my head at the foot, and my feet lying on my pillow. I felt that the chance meeting with Maddox last night was … odd. Like he had mysteriously come from out of nowhere. He had told me that he was in town on business, but I had the strangest feeling that there was something more to his story. Plus the way he reacted when he saw my face, freaked me out.

"How's your neck?" Henrik asked me, quietly. My poor baby brother looked ready to kill Katherine when I explained to him why I was wearing a dressing on my neck. I was just glad Elijah was currently inactive right now; his reaction would've been catastrophic.

"Sore still, but I've had worse." I replied, before looking back at the moonstone and watching the sunlight refract on the pearly white surface and creating rainbows with the light. Henrik's face peered over and he looked down at me with a worried frown on his face.

"Do you trust that Maddox guy?" I sighed heavily as I sat up and thought back to the guy – no, the male witch - I met last night on the street. I believed Maddox was, from my first impression, and from what I gathered, not an obvious threat. He seemed like a nice guy; but then again looks could be deceiving, and I've met guys who seemed to be nice at first, but then turned out to be complete arses. There was an old saying my Mum used to tell me: if guys are too good to be true, they probably are.

"Too soon to tell." I responded, as I got up off my bed and started to greet the day. I was debating whether or not I should go and distract Damon from visiting ideas of killing or maiming Katherine at the Boarding House. I eventually decided to make an appearance; despite the fact that I was still slightly annoyed that Damon had gone and spoken with Katherine about Elijah, and the possibility that killing him could potentially break compulsion. It was also quite possible that she was probably pissing off Damon, and a part of me couldn't help but feel unsympathetic if it was the case.

He made his bed, now he had to lie in it.

"So what are you going to do today?" Henrik wanted to know from where he was lounging on my couch. He glanced up automatically as I came out from my room. But one look at what I was wearing answered his question. "Never mind, I think I got the idea." He stated, looking at me from head to toe. I was wearing a pair of loose fitted black yoga pants with a slightly clingy white cotton tank top and my sneakers, and had combed back my hair into a severe ponytail. "You're going for a run?" Henrik guessed. I wordlessly reached for my duffel bag and heaved it onto my coffee table, where it made a loud, metallic clatter when I placed it down. Henrik raised an eyebrow. "Nope, sparring with a sword." He confirmed, dully. Lately there always seemed to be a vampire or a werewolf just waiting for the opportunity to rip me to shreds. It was better to be prepared than caught unawares.

"You make it sound like a bad thing." I pretended to sound wounded by Henrik's reaction to what I had planned on doing today. Henrik made a look as if to say: I'm not falling for that again which caused me to giggle.

"Only because I can't join in. I missed out on that opportunity a thousand years ago, because Father believed I wasn't ready to use a real, proper sword yet." He grumbled. "So much for all that training…" He trailed off, looking resentful.

"You know you can still tag along, right? It can't be that exciting being stuck inside my apartment all day." I told him. Henrik shrugged.

"Why not. It'll remind me of when Niklaus and Elijah used to spar regularly, and then Rebekah, you and I would come along and observe." He stated.

I smiled sadly.

"It's just too bad Elijah's been daggered. Otherwise I'd invite him to come along and help me train and spar a little with me." I said, sounding a little miserable about that.

"That's really depressing, Grace. Please stop." Henrik whined. "What else are you gonna do today?" He asked, interestedly. I walked over to the window, and glanced up at the sky as I shrugged on my red hoodie; the one I usually wear when I went out for a jog around town or when I sparred with or without my weapons.

"I'm going to the Boarding House to see how Damon is faring against Katherine, and then I might go to the live band performance at the Grill tonight." I grinned. Henrik's eyes lit up at the idea. Despite being a child of the 11th century, I loved the fact that Henrik had embraced the idea of attending concerts and the like, and adapted to the times.

"That sounds great. May I come too?" He asked.

"It's not like I can stop you, you know." I reminded him, as I picked up my duffel bag full of weapons and started heading out of the door.

"Yeah, I know." Henrik smirked. I didn't like that mischievous little grin that appeared on his face at that moment.

"God, don't do that! You look so evil." I protested, giggling. Henrik just shrugged. "C'mon let's take a walk. Maybe we can find a meadow that's not overly populated to spar in?" I suggested, heaving my duffel bag over my shoulder and headed for the front door. Henrik heaved himself off the couch and fell into step beside me as I deadlocked my front door and we walked side-by-side down the stairs and out into the already busy town square.

~:MADDOX P.O.V:~

I watched Grace walk out of her apartment from the shadows, and followed her at a discreet distance wherever she went, as per Klaus' orders. It looked like she was going for a run, so what was with the heavy looking duffel bag Grace was dragging around with her? Was it for weight training? Grace walked unhurriedly along the road, and seemed to be talking to herself.

Oh, shit.

If she was insane, Klaus would crack it big time and probably demand to know what was the hell was going on with her. But she sounded and seemed sane enough to me last night when I had that 'getting to know you' conversation with her. So maybe she was the one of those types of people who spoke out loud to sort out their thoughts? Nah, it's not important right now; gotta stay focused on the task at hand. Plus, I'd like to live another fifty or so years.

That won't happen if I'm careless.

Eventually, Grace walked into a mostly deserted grassy meadow and dumped her duffel bag on the ground. Shrugging off her red hoodie, she immediately started limbering up. But why exactly? I got my answer when she pulled out a sharp looking sword from within the duffel.

Oh, right; she did mention that she was a swordswoman. The sword itself was the kind you'd associate with knights in shining armour, Robin Hood, or even Vikings; which Grace's past life was, and Klaus himself, is. Come to think of it, I could've sworn that I had seen a similar sword hanging up in Klaus' study the last time I had set foot in there (with Klaus, obviously).

I watched from my hidden spot near some bushes, as Grace closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath and 'honored' her invisible opponent before attacking with an arching swipe and pretended to parry a defensive blow her 'opponent' returned.

This went on for several minutes before Grace stopped and pulled out a towel to wipe away sweat. I was no swordsman, but I could definitely tell that Grace knew what she was doing and I also knew that what I had just witnessed would be of interest to Klaus. I pulled out my phone and set it to record, so I could start when she resumed her practice. After I captured a good ten minutes of her executing some fancy swordplay, I stopped the video and immediately sent it to Klaus.

His reply was almost instantaneous.

"Why are you sending me videos of girls swinging swords in meadows?" He demanded, sounding both confused and annoyed. "Shouldn't you be looking for the doppelgänger and keeping an eye on Graínne?" He growled down the phone at me. I couldn't help but smirk with triumph.

"That is Graínne." I stated, confidently.

For the second time that I've known Klaus, who is a notorious member of the world's most prestigious, and affluent families; not to mention the strongest and most powerful Original vampire, I've managed to make him go silent. For all I know, he was probably shocked that the girl he once knew – whom was supposed to be the typical damsel-in-distress, or a submissive female (considered back in the 11th century to be weak and incapable of doing things men could do easily) – was now a completely independent and lethal looking badass; who knew how to defend herself without a man.

"She's changed so much." Klaus commented.

"Isn't that a good thing?" I asked him, frowning slightly. Klaus let out a deep chuckle.

"Absolutely." He preened. "Every King needs a strong Queen by his side." Klaus confirmed. I could practically picture the impressed smirk on his face, and hear the pride in his voice. "Not to mention I have the opportunity to spar with her to see how good she really is." Klaus promised himself. "Good work, Maddox." He thanked me.

"Don't mention it. Just doing my job." I reassured him. "I'll report back when I find the doppelgänger." I promised, and I heard the click of the phone call ending. As I slide my phone back into my pocket; I notice Grace packing away her sword, putting on her hoodie and chugging down a blue-flavoured Gatorade. She was on the move; time to resume following…

~:GRACE P.O.V:~

Henrik and I went back home after my sword practice; both of us grinning from ear to ear. It had been so much fun, just reminiscing about the good times; particularly the memories revolving around Niklaus and Elijah, and the rare occasions where Mikael wouldn't burst in and ruin everything like the crotchety buzzkill he was (or probably still is. Elijah didn't say if Mikael was officially out of our lives yet). But part of the way through the training session, I could've sworn that I was being watched. Upon a quick inspection around the meadow I had commandeered for the session, I found nobody. But it didn't mean that nobody had been there; they were just probably very good at remaining unseen if they chose to be. I couldn't help but shudder. I felt a little like my privacy had been invaded a bit. After a quick shower and a snack, I hopped into my car and drove straight towards the Salvatore Boarding House.

"Hello? Anyone home?" I spoke out quietly, already knowing any vampire currently in the house would be able to hear my voice with their supernaturally enhanced hearing.

"Back so soon?"

I tensed up when I heard a voice I really didn't need to hear at that moment. I turned and saw a predatory Katherine come into view. She was wearing designer clothes, very high heels, and her long deep mahogany hair was in tight curls. Everything she was tight and immaculate; the complete opposite of Elena and how the teenager dressed. Elena wore mostly trendy but comfortable clothes such as jeans, Henley shirts and converse sneakers, and always flat ironed her hair stick straight. But the best way to tell them apart were their eyes: which were a deep dark brown. But Katherine's eyes were more feline and cunning, and Elena's were softer and more doe-like and innocent. But both held equal amounts of defiance when they didn't get their own way or were cornered.

I smirked.

"Shocking isn't it?" I responded, not at all concerned that I was standing in the presence of a volatile vampire, who was a notorious thorn in Niklaus' side. I casually walked by the vapid little bitch in search of my friend so I could lend help and spend some time with him. Damon seemed to be the only person I wanted to be around since Elijah was inactive at the moment, as he reminded me of Niklaus.

It brought me comfort.

"How's the neck?" Katherine taunted, and I automatically brought a hand up to my neck and winced a little.

"How's the gut?" I retorted, relishing the pout that I saw on Katherine's face when she realised she hadn't gotten to me. I found Damon in the living room, organizing some old looking journals. I came up behind him and threw my arms around his neck. "Hey Damon. How are you today?" I asked, pecking him on the cheek. Damon immediately brightened and turned towards me fully and gave me a warm smile.

"Better now that you're here." He responded. We both made a face at the clichéd line, and laughed. Katherine walked in, looking curious about our obvious friendship.

"What you up to?" She asked him. The smile immediately dropped from Damon's face as he went back to what he was doing.

"None of your business." He responded easily, and I looked between them, curiously, wondering what had been going on between them overnight and the earlier parts of this morning while I had been sparring with my sword with Henrik. Katherine rolled her eyes.

"We're pouting now? Are those the Gilbert journals?" She asked him. Damon remained mum on the subject; successfully infuriating her. "How am I supposed to help you if you won't tell me what you're up to?" Katherine bitched. Damon looked up at her from where he was sorting through journals.

"Can you tell me where a bunch of witches were massacred in this town a couple centuries ago?"

"No."

Damon turned back to his sorting. "Then you can't help." He hands me a stack of journals to sort through, muttering underneath his breath what he was up to. "We're trying to figure out why Elijah was searching for a massacre site."

I nodded. "Not sure how much help I'm gonna be, but I'll see what I can find." I replied. Katherine reaches for a journal, but Damon immediately slapped her hand. She retaliates by hitting his arm, and Damon pushes her down on a chair and towers over her. This earns a sultry smile from Katherine that makes me shudder.

"If it's any consolation, I'm glad that you're not dead." She tells him. I made a face: Petrova girls had no shame; manipulative to the bitter end. She gets to her feet. "Emily Bennett told me about the massacre. It was a big deal in witch folklore. When a witch dies violently, they release a mystical energy marking the place of their death with power." Damon nodded once.

"Elijah wanted to know the site of the massacre." He explained, making Katherine and I frown with confusion.

"What was he going to do when he found it?" I asked before Katherine had the chance to. Damon's face softened a little, looking a bit frustrated.

"I don't know." He admitted. Stefan walked into the room, giving me a very weak smile and a grimace in Katherine's direction. "What did papa witch and baby witch have to say?" Damon asked. Stefan was still focused on the fact that Katherine was here.

"Isn't she gone or dead yet?" He wanted to know. Katherine looked annoyed.

"For the last time, I'm here to help." She insisted. "Can we skip the secrets, hmm?" Both Damon and Stefan ignored her, as I farrowed my forehead with confusion.

"Uh, who is 'papa witch' and 'baby witch'?" I asked.

"Jonas Martin and his son. The witches Elijah has under his thumb." Damon replied distractedly. I nodded, and went back to my searching.

"Great. All caught up now." I confirmed. Damon and Stefan resumed their fact-finding conversation with each other.

"Elijah had no weapon to kill Klaus." I paused, listening in. "But he believed that if a witch could channel enough power … they wouldn't need one." Stefan reported back. Damon nodded, understanding.

"Like the power you get from a spot marked with a hundred dead witches?" He asked.

Stefan nodded. "We just need to find it."

"Good luck with that." I stated, earning twin glares from the brothers for my efforts. But I was concerned. What exactly was Elijah trying to achieve with taking down Niklaus? From what Henrik told me, Elijah, Rebekah and Niklaus had made a pact before they decided to explore what the world had in store for them. A decision that I hoped I would learn the reason and inspiration for eventually.

Family: always and forever... Had things really gotten that bad over the years we'd been apart, that Elijah saw no other alternative but to kill his brother to prevent something horrible from happening?

What exactly was going on here?

I was standing in the kitchen, getting a snack; when I heard the sound of creeping footsteps. Like someone or something was attempting to get through the house without being detected. I frowned; whoever it was (if there was someone there, and I wasn't finally cracking) wasn't being as sleuth-like as they thought. I decided to pretend that I hadn't heard anything, finished my snack, and went back to the parlour to resume the search through Johnathan Gilbert's old journals for information about a violent witch massacre site Elijah has been searching for, before he was daggered.

Damon was lying on one of the red couches flipping through one of the journals, and Katherine was sitting on an armchair next to the second couch doing the same thing. Neither of them seemed to have noticed or sensed an unfamiliar presence walking around the house.

"Hey, bunch up." I said to Damon, lightly nudging his legs to one side so I could sit down. He absently moved his feet to the ground, and I sat down … only to receive Damon's feet in my lap afterwards. I made an annoyed face at him. "Yeah, thanks for that." I grumbled.

Damon smirked. "Don't mention it."

I sighed and picked up the next journal and began flipping through it. Suddenly, I felt that same unfamiliar presence, and I looked up glancing around again. At the same time, Damon glanced up too and looked in Katherine's direction. She made a 'what?' face and Damon gestures 'don't worry about it'. I leaned over to Damon.

"You sense it too?" I whispered, urgently. Damon looked at me with surprise. He nods, and gestures with his eyes towards Katherine. I cotton on to what he is saying and resume reading the journal in my hand. But I keep a sharp ear out for more weird noises or cold shivers down my spine. Katherine eventually gets to her feet and comes over to look over Damon's shoulder at the journal he is reading.

"Can I help you?" Damon asked, using a cold tone.

"I'm bored." Katherine replied, simply. I didn't lift my gaze from the passage I was reading.

"That's his problem how?" I noticed Damon smirking out the corner of my eye. Katherine ignored me.

"‛Emily Bennett was taken by the Council today.'" She read, "‛They kidnapped her from her home and took her to the same location her ancestors were burned a hundred years ago.'" Katherine glances up at Damon, looking pensive. "So Emily died on the site of the massacre, too. Does it say where?" She goes to take the book from Damon, but he holds it out of reach.

"Nope." He replies, observing her critically. "You know this whole friendly, cooperative thing?"

"Mm-mmm?"

"I don't buy it." He states, matter-of-factly. Katherine looks irritated.

"I have no reason to lie to you, Damon."

"Lie." I sing-songed. Katherine turned to me with that same predatory glare in her eyes.

"I'm hungry. Care to oblige?" Katherine takes a single step towards me, and I just look at her unamused and not intimidated at all. Katherine was already on borrowed time; the evidence was on my neck covered with a dressing. Making a meal out of me would just seal the deal completely.

"Grace is not on the menu." Damon states casually, as he walks up to my side and touches my arm. Although, I couldn't work out if it was out of protection, or because he wanted to talk to me about something. "You're the unwanted house guest. Go feed yourself." He adds. Katherine rolled her eyes before heading for the basement. Stefan walks over with one of the journals in his hand, looking discouraged.

"Well, nothing in any of these. Find anything?" He asks Damon.

"Nope." Damon said; but it was weird. He was nodding his head instead of the standard negative shake of the head. Damon gestured towards the journal, and shows Stefan and I a passage he was reading. Both of us read it, and immediately understood. We played along with the charade.

"That's too bad." Stefan stated.

"Utter waste of time." I added.

"Yeah, bummer." Damon looked positively triumphant with his find, and I notice the basement door open slightly. Didn't Katherine close that on her way down there?

"Excuse me. I'm gonna pay a visit to Elijah real quick." I stated. Damon looked confused, but nodded and I walked briskly towards the basement and down towards the cellar. The door to Elijah's temporary prison is open ajar, and I quickly walk over to it to find out what's going on, and find Katherine pressing down on the silver dagger rather desperately. "What the hell are you doing?" I demanded, coming into the room. Katherine looked at me impatiently.

"Something or someone is trying to undagger Elijah." She explained. A wooden chair shatters by itself, making both Katherine and I looked over at it quizzically, before I feel something shove past me and knock me off my feet.

"Damon!" I shouted. Suddenly, an invisible presence drives a broken chair leg through Katherine's stomach, but manages to miss her heart. Damon bursts into the room, takes in the scene and comes over to my side to help me to my feet.

"Are you alright?" He asks me, and I nodded impatiently and indicated towards Katherine. "Katherine… what happened?" He asks his sire as he removes the stake from her stomach.

"Damon!" He jerks his head towards me again, and I frantically point towards Elijah's body. The silver dagger was slowly easing its way out. Immediately, Damon seizes a nearby flame gun and starts randomly shooting long tongues of white-hot flames around the dagger. Stefan bursts into the room, looking horrified.

"What are you doing?!" He shrieks at Damon.

"Some kind of crazy ass psychic witch attack! Get over there and do something about it." Damon orders Stefan, who doesn't immediately move. "Go!" He shouts. Stefan vamp-speeds away. Then Damon – begrudgingly – assists Katherine back upstairs. I checked the time on my phone and realised that I was meant to be at the Grill ages ago to check out the band that was playing there tonight. I sighed. What was happening at the moment was more important. "Grace, can you grab a blood bag for me, please?" Damon hollers at me from the parlour.

I went back into the basement and strode over to the cooler where Damon kept his stolen stash of blood, and plucked a blood bag from inside. I took one more look at Elijah, still lying there motionless; unaware of what could've happened if Katherine, Damon and I hadn't of interfered. I took my time getting back to the parlour, before I sauntered into the room, throwing and catching the blood bag into the air with one hand.

"Who ordered the Bloody Mary?" I quipped. Damon raised a hand into the air.

"Right here." He stated, playing along, and I handed him the blood bag. Damon turned towards Katherine, an unassuming smile on his face. "Here you go!" He said to Katherine, who takes the blood bag… then doubles over when Damon drives a stake into her stomach without warning. She looked at him, betrayed. "That's for not telling me the dagger would kill me." He explained. "Next time… it goes in your heart." Katherine grimaced.

"Is that how you treat someone who…" She grunts as she removes the stake from her stomach. "…is trying to help you?" She tosses the bloodied stake into the roaring fireplace. It spits out a wave of embers. Damon walks over to stand next to me.

"You wanna help? Start talking." He demands. Katherine glowers at the both of us.

Stubborn bitch.

"I'd love to, but you're not going to like it." She warns him.

"Try me." Damon challenges her.

"Fine." Katherine straightens up, taking a large sip of the blood before responding. "John Gilbert and Isobel want you and Stefan out of Elena's life." Katherine explains. Damon frowns, mostly out of annoyance.

"That's old news." He points out. Katherine gives him a sarcastic smile.

"Not the part where he offered me a deal." She stated, drinking some more from the blood bag. "He knew that killing Elijah would get me out of the tomb, so he gave me a choice." Wait! Now John Gilbert has a part in this? Clearly, by the look on Damon's face, he was less than impressed than I was. "Either I stay and help with Klaus, or he kills Stefan." Damon's frown deepened.

"But he still tried to have me killed."

Katherine nodded. "Right. That was part of the deal. I could only save one of you."

I piped up, grabbing both of their attention. "Damon has already accepted that Elena wouldn't ever choose him over Stefan ages ago and has moved on. Now that she's shown her true colours, of course." Katherine made a face.

"I know. He's fallen for you instead." She confirmed, causing me to frown. Katherine suddenly put on a condescending smirk. "Don't look at me like that. It's obvious that Damon has feelings for you. But it's a battle he's gonna lose against Klaus. He's had a thousand years on him to win your heart." Katherine pointed out and looking pointedly and tauntingly at Damon, who glared resentfully at her.

"Are you done?" I demanded, coldly. Katherine had a satisfied smile on her face.

"For now." She admitted.

"Good. I can't wait to see Niklaus tear out your throat, or even your heart when he sees you next." I mused thoughtfully. Katherine froze for a split second, before leaving the room. I glanced over at Damon, and while he had an amused smirk on his face, he also looked a bit concerned.

"Keep pushing it, and you might be killed." Damon warned me and I smiled calmly back at him.

"She won't touch me." I reassured him. Damon frowned.

"Did you have a vision?"

"Nah, but she picked the wrong girl to take a bite out of. Niklaus will take one look at the dressing on my neck and will be out for blood." I hinted, and Damon cottoned on. He chuckled humourlessly.

"You mean we'll soon have Katherine out of our hair?" He questioned. I shrugged; even I couldn't predict that. It was just a theory, and Damon grinned; obviously not caring. "That makes me almost glad that Klaus is coming to town." He commented. "Almost."

Damon made a beeline for the front door, almost bumping straight into Katherine who re-appeared.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

Damon sighed impatiently.

"Luka Martin's dead." He pointed out. "His father's going after Elena."

"How do you know that?" I asked, walking up beside him and frowning. Damon placed his hands on my shoulders to gently push me aside so he could get passed.

"It's what I would do if somebody I loved was suddenly and violently killed by my enemy." Damon stated, looking at me pointedly and I blushed. Katherine walked forward with a strangely determined expression on her face.

"I'm coming with you." She declared.

Damon snorted. "Uh no, you're not." I stepped into his path again, also looking and feeling determined as well.

"I'm afraid, you're out of luck, Damon. I'm going with or without you." I insisted. Damon sighed.

"Fine. But don't get in my way." He warned.

"Noted." I agreed without question. Katherine rushes over to us.

"Wait!" She yelled. Damon turned on her, irritated about being stopped once again.

"I don't need your help. I don't want it." He growled. Katherine looked at me with judgey eyes.

"Then why is she going then if you don't need help?" She protested.

"Because unlike you, Grace doesn't have a hidden agenda. Plus, like you said before; I like her. Unlike you." Damon said, coldly. Katherine ignored the jab.

"I know what we can do, Damon. You have to let me do it." She insisted. Both Damon and I exchanged glances with each other, and reluctantly listened to what Katherine was proposing. "Let me masquerade as Elena. I can deal with the witch once and for all." She offered. There was silence for several minutes as we mulled this over. It wasn't a bad idea.

"It's not a bad idea. Go for it." I encouraged her. Damon looked stressed.

"She won't like it."

"Tough. The world doesn't revolve around Miss. Elena bloody Gilbert. What she likes or doesn't like has no standing right now." I replied shortly. "She's just gotta lump it." Katherine looked begrudgingly impressed.

"For once I agree with you." She spoke up. I headed for the front door. "Do you even know where you're going?"

"Wherever Elena is likely to be." I told her. "I vote for her house." Damon nodded and pulled his phone from his pocket and called Stefan and Elena. While he was talking on the phone with them, Katherine and I sized each other up; not saying anything to the other, just observing. Damon hung up and turned towards his sire with a suspicious expression on his face.

"She'll be here soon. You know what you're doing?" Damon asked her. Katherine threw him a patronising smirk.

"I'm not going to dignify that with an answer, Damon." She said, before sauntering away to prepare for Elena's arrival and to put our plan in motion.

Surprisingly, Elena was actually cooperative about our plan to protect her, and willingly loaned Katherine some of her clothes so she could play her part. Then Katherine headed back to the Grill with Stefan, and filled in Bonnie on the plan. The plan was that they were going to deal with (or at least provoke) Jonas before heading back to the Gilbert House. Which was where Damon and I were going to meet them shortly afterwards.

At the house, we waited in the Living Room with Elena, while Katherine, Bonnie and Stefan dealt with Jonas in Elena and Jeremy's Jack-n-Jill bathroom when Elijah's witch followed us back here. That was when Elena suddenly turns to the both of us with a confused frown on her face.

"So how did you guys convince her to do this?" Elena asked us from where she was perched on the couch with me, referring to Katherine upstairs. Damon was pacing, leaving me to answer the question.

"Actually, we didn't. It was her idea." I explained, feeling a little surprised myself. Elena blinked.

"Wow. That's… not good."

"That's the polite way of saying it." I agreed. The three of us spin round to face Stefan and Katherine who come downstairs.

"Everything's taken care of." Stefan announces, wrapping his arms around Elena's shoulders when she goes towards him. Katherine immediately removes Elena's vervain necklace from her neck and hands it to me, since I was the nearest person to her at that moment.

"Your pretty little outfit, is going to need a good dry clean." Katherine reports to Elena, who makes a disgusted face.

I accept the necklace from Katherine and curiously examined it. This was the second time I had actually seen this necklace up close; and there was definitely something alarmingly familiar about it. I just couldn't put my finger on what it was. I brushed my fingers over the actual locket and got an immediate and very brief flashback of a rustic house with large windows, a well-scrubbed wooden table with supernatural items strewn across it, dried herbs hanging from the ceiling, talismans and necklaces dangling from the large window; allowing bright, beautiful sunshine to filter through; and a small delicate hand reaching for the exact same necklace I was holding in my hand.

It was Rebekah!

I was rudely brought back out of the vision when Elena stormed over to me and snatched her necklace (no, not hers...) from my hand, and fastens it around her neck. "Rude much?" Katherine spat at Elena, who ignored her and threw me a dirty look for not giving her back her necklace immediately. Boo freaking hoo. But I barely acknowledge the both of them. I was still reeling over the fact that Elena was currently wearing Rebekah's necklace; the same one Rebekah had admired back in Ayana's house a thousand years before.

Damon came over to me, and pulled me aside; obviously recognising that I had had a vision.

"You had a vision didn't you?" He stated, seriously. I nodded, turning to focus on the necklace back around Elena's neck.

"Yeah, and it's not gonna be good." I told him, ending the discussion before he could ask me to elaborate. Damon took the hint. I knew fully well that the moment Rebekah learns that the doppelgänger had and was wearing her mother's necklace, there was going to be hell to pay. Question was: how did Elena get it in the first place?

"You're going to have to get her out of here before Jenna gets home." I overheard Elena muttering to Stefan about Katherine, and I look at Elena with complete disgust. Katherine was definitely not my favourite person either; but she did do us a favour. The least Elena could do was be grateful.

"Is that all you have to say to me?" Katherine spat.

"How about 'thank you for sticking your neck out for me, even though you didn't have to'?" I questioned her. Elena gave us both a blank look.

"This doesn't change the way I feel about you." She tells Katherine, who scoffs.

"Yeah. I don't much like you either." Katherine admits, just as bluntly as Elena. "If we're going to be open and frank, I'd be happy to see you dead. But if we're going to try and take on Klaus, we kinda need you to be alive." She points out.

"Accept that she's not currently a huge threat towards you, Elena. I know that it's an incredibly difficult task for you to manage." Elena throws the both of us a look that could melt steel. "But just believe it, and deal with it. Because all this bullshit, is for your benefit." I then spun on my heel, and walked out of the house; feeling both Elena and Stefan's eyes burrowing into my back. But surprisingly there was less heat coming from Stefan.

Katherine and Damon weren't too far behind me, and neither said a word to me as we got into Damon's car and drove back to the Boarding House.

By the time we get back to the Boarding House, it was night; but I decided to stay the night, rather than take my car and wrap myself around a tree or a telephone pole. Damon offered to keep me company when I slept. However, about a half an hour in, I stirred grabbing Damon's attention as I got up off his bed and headed groggily for the bedroom door.

"Where're you going?" He asked, not looking away from the journal he was reading from. I yawned deeply.

"Just getting some water. Quit fussing." I grumbled, and disappeared downstairs towards the Salvatore's immaculate kitchen. After having a couple of large glasses of water, I grumpily stomped my way back up the stairs. I was halfway back to Damon's room when I saw Katherine sneak in wearing skimpy lingerie. I rolled my eyes and continued walking, fully intending on bursting Katherine's bubble and ruining her night.

"Do you know what I can't figure out?" I froze when I heard Damon addressing Katherine as she stepped into the room.

"What's that?" Katherine asked. I heard Damon carefully turn the pages of the old journal.

"How the town knew Emily Bennett was a witch." He mused thoughtfully. "I mean, because according to Johnathan Gilbert, he was the only one who knew. I know he didn't turn her in." Katherine never responded, but her silence spoke a thousand volumes. Damon snorted. "Mmm, I should've figured as much." I craned my head around the doorframe and saw Katherine climb up onto Damon's bed and crawl closer to him, who eyed her cautiously but calmly.

"She was a loose end. I like mine tied up." She admitted. Katherine then frowned, wrinkling her nose delicately. "You know what I can't figure out?"

"Do I care?" Damon asked, immediately. Katherine ignored him.

"Why you won't tell me where to find the site of the witch massacre." She continued. Damon pretended to really think about his answer before sighing and replying.

"Because I have no clue." He said. Katherine didn't look like she bought that answer for a moment. Nevertheless, she continued with her attempts to seduce him by creeping closer, to the point that she was practically sitting on his lap.

"You knew that Emily Bennett was the key to getting me out of that tomb and something tells me that you did everything in your power to make sure that she was safe, yet you have no idea where she was killed." Katherine smirked tauntingly at him. "Who's the liar now?" Damon flicks her an annoyed glance. "You hurt me today." She pouted. Damon shrugged, and I was amazed that I managed to keep down the two glasses of water I had just consumed.

"Tit for tat." He stated, nonchalantly. Katherine straddles him, causing Damon to set aside the journal in his hands and look at her with mild interest.

"You were mean and very rough and monstrous." She whined. Damon smirked.

"You deserved it." He said, talking down at her like she was a toddler having a temper tantrum. Katherine grinned coquettishly, getting even closer to him; to the point that they were practically kissing.

"I like this, Damon." She purred. Damon rubbed her upper thighs with his free hand, causing her to moan and I made a face. Was he seriously giving in to Katherine's slutty display?

"Katherine. Katherine, there are six other bedrooms in this house." Damon reminded her, both of them so close to kissing they were practically breathing the same air as each other. "Go find one." He shoves her off his lap, and Katherine falls off the bed with a surprised little yelp. She sits up, looking upset before getting to her feet and leaving; throwing me an ugly sneer when she walked passed me.

"Harsh. What was that desperate display about?" I grinned, walking over to Damon's bed and flopping down on it causing the bed to bounce a little. Damon sighed exasperatedly and I turned to face him, supporting my head with my hand as I balanced on it.

"She's restless, bored and horny, and has nobody to play with. This is Katherine at her weak point." Damon explained. I yawned once again.

"Well, that's pathetic." I commented, making myself comfortable. Damon chuckled.

"She just growled at you." He pointed out, indicating the opposite wall. I cracked open an eye at him, and gave him an even stare.

"Do I care?" I repeated his words from before. Damon looked shocked before he smirked and turned towards me as well.

"You were eavesdropping again, weren't you?" He guessed. I shrugged. Damon leaned over and kissed my forehead. "Get some sleep." He urged. I nodded, and shut my eyes. The last thing I was aware of was Damon shuffling closer and feeling his body warmth against my back.

~:MADDOX P.O.V:~

I thought I was screwed when Grace failed to show up at the Mystic Grill tonight. It meant two things: either she decided not to come tonight, or she had been kidnapped. But judging by the band that was playing tonight, and the fact that they were so easily manipulated by this blonde vampire chick who compelled them to allow her to sing 'Eternal Flame' by the Bangles to her boyfriend; I concluded that she had made the decision to give the night a miss.

I honestly wished that I had chosen the same.

But apparently, the night wasn't entirely wasted. It turned out that the rumours were 100% true, and the Petrova Doppelgänger Klaus was searching for, was indeed in Mystic Falls.

Klaus was going to be most pleased with this discovery. He is one step away from breaking the curse that had been placed upon him. But there was another downside; there was another witch sniffing around. It turned out to be Jonas Martin, one of Elijah's witches; and from the looks of it, he was pissed off about something. Probably relating to the doppelgänger (whose name was apparently Elena Gilbert; a member of one of Mystic Falls' founding families). For the rest of the night, I trailed after her – she appeared to be a selfish little bitch, with a manipulative side – and her friends. Following Ms. Gilbert to where she lived, I was very surprised to learn that Grace was among them, and was amused to learn that she wasn't a fan of her either.

Perfect! That would make things a whole lot easier when the time came to collect her for the ritual. At least there would most likely be no objections from the 'future Queen'.

When I followed Grace towards a large Tudor-style estate, and realised that her vampire companion (who reminded me uncomfortably of Klaus himself) was protecting her and watching over her as she slept; I decided to retreat for now, since it was now time to bring Klaus to Mystic Falls and implement the plan he had made. I pulled out my phone.

"Impress me, Maddox." Klaus ordered, sounding impatient.

"I give positive confirmation that the Petrova Doppelgänger is indeed alive and living in Mystic Falls." I told him.

"Excellent." Klaus responded, sounding triumphant. "Go ahead with our plans, Maddox." He ordered.

"Very good." I said. I was about to hang up and head back to my motel room to regroup and prepare when Klaus unexpectedly spoke again.

"Oh, and Maddox? Expect an overnight package to arrive." He tells me, and I frowned with confusion. "Once you get it, deliver it to Graínne."

"Understood." I replied, raising an eyebrow at the unusual request. Then heard the click from the other line.

Now to find the perfect candidate to host Klaus' spirit…

A/N: Klaus arrives in the next chapter! BE EXCITED!

Until then xx