EDITED OCT22

"The old Fell property actually starts just beyond that fence," Jenna told Elijah as Brea trudged along behind them.

"Ah, the Fells. One of the 'founding families'," Elijah mocked making Brea look up.

"Why do you say it like that?" Jenna asked as Brea walked faster to keep pace with Elijah.

"My research showed me this area was actually settled almost two full centuries earlier," Elijah said with a knowing smirk at Brea. "It was a migration of townsfolk from the northeast, um, it was Salem, to be precise."

"Massachusetts?" Jenna asked. "As in the witch trials?"

"Which means the ever-lauded founding families… they didn't actually found anything," he smiled.

"Well I bet it was the men who made a big deal about being founders back in 1860," Jenna said making Brea laugh. "Men are very territorial."

"Yes, they are," Elijah said as he spotted Ric approaching them.

Brea's face lit up. "Ric!" she said happily as she spotted him.

"Hey Brea," Ric greeted back kindly.

"Elijah, this is my friend, Alaric Saltzman," Jenna explained and Brea's eyebrows shot up when she described him as just a friend. Not a good sign, her and Jeremy had a set uncle timeline plan in action.

"Yeah, I got your message about walking Elijah here through the old property lines," Ric said. "I thought I would tag along. You know being a history buff and all. Where to next?" Ric asked as Jenna avoided eye contact.

"I'm pretty curious about the freed slave property owners," Elijah said whilst eyeing Ric. "Some say, you know, the descendants of the slaves are the true keepers of American history."

"Well, I only brought the surveys," Jenna said holding the papers up. "I got that list in the car just give me a sec," Jenna said running off.

"Alaric Saltzman," Elijah said. "So you're one of those people on Elena and Brenna's list of loved ones to protect."

"Yes, he is," Brea said turning to stand next to Ric and placed her elbow high up so it rested on his shoulder.

"So is Jenna," Ric cautioned.

"Ric," Brea whined removing her arm. "He's being nice to Jenna."

"You don't have to be jealous," Elijah smirked. "I don't really pursue younger women."

Ric frowned at this and puffed his chest out, grabbed Brea's arm and pulled her behind him. "Hey!" Brea complained.

"Back off," Ric warned.

"It's a joke, Ric, lighten up," Elijah smirked, walking past Ric and tapping him on the arm as he went past.

"Right," Ric relaxed.

Brea then turned to face Ric with a glare. "I'm not old!" she complained. Ric just smiled and gave her a similar tap on the arm before walking off after Elijah.

Brea followed Elijah and Jenna into the Grill. She'd been sulking all day after she discovered Elijah planned to sacrifice her sister.

"Hi!" Damon called out waving them over.

"Hey, guys!" Jenna greeted, happily bouncing over to the table.

Brea glared at Damon, not making a move to the table. "Brenna," Elijah called holding his hand out, ushering her forward to the table. She rolled her eyes and walked forward, straight past Elijah.

"So I hear you three had quite a meeting of historical minds today," Damon said. "Bet Brenna here had some good facts. She knows her history so well she could be a thousand years old," Damon joked and Brea tilted her head and glared as Jenna laughed.

"Yeah, I guess you could say we did," she smiled looking at Brea and Elijah.

"Well, as much as I'd love to continue this, I've got papers to grade," Ric said standing up.

"Drive me home?" Brea asked wanting to leave quickly.

"Yeah," Ric said as he pulled himself up from the table.

"You know what?" Andie spoke up. "We should continue this. Let's have a dinner party."

"Oh, my girl," Damon cooed. "Full of good ideas. I'll be happy to host. Say tonight, maybe?"

"It's good for me, Jenna?" Andy asked.

"Yeah," Jenna agreed happily.

"I don't know if tonight works," Ric said.

At the same time, Jenna replied, "I'm free." Ric and Jenna then looked at each other awkwardly.

"It'd be a pleasure," Elijah agreed. "Only of course, if the lovely Miss Brenna would also attend?" he asked smiling at Brea.

"Oh, I have, um, homework," Brea mumbled.

"No you don't," Jenna said quickly.

"I have to go help Mrs Lockwood, you know after the whole Tyler thing."

"I think she might want to be alone sweetie," Jenna smiled cheekily and Brea glared.

"Brenna, I insist. I'd be happy to escort you," Elijah smiled.

"Fine," Brea replied through a clenched jaw.

"Great," Damon smirked.

"Ric?" Brea said.

"Yep, coming," he said guiding her out of the Grill.

"I hate him," Brea snarled.

"Who?" Ric asked.

"Damon!" Brea nearly yelled. "He's a royal ass. Maybe Elijah will do everyone a favour and kill him."

"Come on," Ric said grabbing Brea's shoulders and pushing her towards his car. "Let's get you home, give you a few hours to calm down before this dinner."

"Hey Carol, how are you holding up?" Brea asked as she let herself into the Lockwood mansion and walked into the living room.

"Brea sweetie," Carol said pulling Brea into a hug. "Thank you for coming over."

"Of course. Here, Jenna bought home a lasagne from the Grill for you to have for dinner or something. We figured you probably haven't had time to think about dinner," Brea said handing over the meal.

"Thank you, sweetie," Carol said her lip quivering. "Did he say anything to you?" she asked sitting down on the couch, and pulling Brea with her.

Brea's eyes welled up as she nodded. "He came to see me last night before he left. We had a… fight. He wanted to clear the air before he left. He's really lost, Carol. After Richard died… they didn't have the best relationship but he was his father. It broke him. But it's Ty, he can't show it. Then he gets Mason back and then Mason disappears. It's been a really hard year for him. A break will do him good Carol. He'll be back. I promise."

Carol just stared into the air for a moment before pulling Brea in for a hug as she cried for her son. After an hour of comforting Carol, Brea left and drove home only to find Elijah leaning up against his car outside her house.

"Brenna, good evening," he greeted.

"Elijah? Aren't you a little early?"

"On the contrary, I would say you're a little late," he smiled. "Are you ready?"

"I haven't had a chance to change."

"You look wonderful as is."

Brea huffed. "Fine," she said and Elijah opened the passenger door allowing her to get in.

"I get the sense that you are mad at me."

"I'm mad at a lot of things, Elijah."

"Please, enlighten me."

"My best friend left town, devastating his mom. You won't give me my memories back. Mason is dead. Ric and Jenna seem to be on the rocks and Jer and I have a whole plan for those two! I'm just in a bad mood today ok. And I really don't want to be at this dinner party."

Elijah for a moment looked guilty before he composed himself. "I'm sorry you feel this way. It was not my intention to cause you grief."

"Well you did," Brea snapped.

"As soon as we take care of Klaus, I give you my word I will give you your memories back Brenna."

"And how long will that be huh? You won't give them back because you think I would care about this psycho threatening my sister? You really think I won't hate you for killing him?"

"That's a situation I'll have to deal with as it presents itself," Elijah reasoned and Brea just scoffed as they pulled up in front of the boarding house.

"Great," Brea growled throwing the door open and storming up to the door.

Elijah grasped her arm as she rang the bell. "Slowly does it, Brenna." Damon then opened the door. "Good evening," Elijah greeted.

"Thank you for coming. Please, come in," Damon said gesturing for them to come inside.

Brea made a move to head inside but Elijah gently pulled her back. "Just one moment. Can I just say that if you have anything less than honourable intentions about how this evening is going to proceed, I suggest you reconsider."

Brea huffed and rolled her eyes irritated as Damon replied, "no, nothing, nothing dishonourable. Just getting to know you."

"Hmm. Well, that's good. Because, you know, although Elena, Brenna and I have this deal, if you so much as make a move to cross me, I'll kill you and I'll kill everyone in this house are we clear?"

"Hey!" Brea growled.

"Not you Brenna," Elijah smiled.

"That's not what I meant," Brea said through gritted teeth and Elijah just shrugged.

"Are we clear?" he asked Damon again.

"Crystal," Damon replied.

"Jenna. Wonderful to see you again," Elijah greeted charmingly as Jenna came into view. "How are you? You look incredible" he smiled moving forward, leaving Brea to glare at Damon.

"I hate to break it to you, Damon, but according to Elijah, your family is so not a founder of this town," Jenna smiled as she poured him a glass of wine.

"Hmm, do tell?" Damon asked.

Brea sighed as she exchanged looks with John next to her, who had made an unwelcome appearance at the dinner. "Well as I mentioned to Jenna and Brenna earlier, a faction of settlers migrated from Salem after the witch trials in the 1690s," Elijah explained. "Over the next hundred years they developed this community where they could feel safe from persecution."

"Hmm. Because they were witches," Jenna loudly whispered as the alcohol started to hit her.

"Yeah, but there's no tangible proof there were witches in Salem," Andie said.

"Andie's a journalist. Big on facts," Damon boasted proudly.

"Well, the lore says that there was this wave of anti-witch hysteria. It broke out in the neighbouring settlement, so these witches were rounded up. They were tied to stakes in a field together and, uh, burned. Some say you could hear the screams from miles around us. They were consumed by fire. Could you pass the…" Elijah said.

"Charming," Brea muttered and both John and Alaric who were sitting on either side of her nudged her foot before looking at each other with glares.

"I wouldn't repeat this to the historical society," Jenna laughed.

"It's starting to sound a little like a ghost story to me," John mused.

"So why do you want to know the location of these alleged massacres?" Damon asked.

"You know… a healthy historian's curiosity, of course," Elijah said, obviously lying.

"Of course," Damon agreed. "Does anyone care for some cognac?" Damon's voice asked loudly. "I have a bottle I've been saving for ages."

"None for me thanks," Ric replied. "9 bottles of wine is my limit," he said and Brea laughed.

Everyone stood up and Andie spoke up, "the gentlemen should take their drinks in the study."

Brea frowned. "Sexist," she muttered as she looked over and caught Elijah's eye and they both frowned, it was suspicious. "

I have to say the food was almost as wonderful as the company," Elijah complimented.

"I like you," Andie smiled as the men walked out.

"You're not a gentleman," Jenna said turning to John. "Make yourself useful," she dumped plates in his arms and Brea laughed as John smirked at his daughter.

"Here, here. Put me to work," Ric said coming up behind Jenna.

"Um, I got it," Jenna said icily walking away. Ric and Brea exchanged looks, confused by Jenna's behaviour towards Ric.

"Hey, Jenna, are you- are you ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, fine, Ric," she said walking off.

"I'm on it," Brea said saluting Ric and following Jenna. "Jenna!"

"Brea?" Jenna sang back with a smile.

"What's up with you and Ric?"

"Nothing," Jenna dismissed.

"Liar."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Ok, Jenna, we're not getting anywhere," Brea laughed.

Ric came bursting in. "We forgot dessert!" he said quickly before running out again.

Brea and Jenna turned from where Ric ran in to face each other. "Ok," Jenna scowled. "I'll get the dessert started."

"I'll get the coffee," Brea said and they slowly and confusedly walked off to do their jobs.

As Brea poured the coffee into their cups Damon, Ric, and Elijah came back into the dining room and Jenna came out of the kitchen. "Sorry guys. Dessert is taking longer than I thought. I usually just unwrap food," Jenna apologised.

"That's very true," Brea agreed with a smile as she finished pouring the coffee, causing Jenna to scoff and nudge her.

"Come help," Jenna smiled dragging Brea away by her elbow.

"Ready to spill the beans?" Brea asked.

"Urgh, it's just John, your father," she shuddered. "I think I'm letting him get in my head."

"Jenna!"

"I'm sorry. It's just what he says kind of makes sense. Secrets and stuff."

"John's just jealous because Elena and I prefer Ric over him."

"You think?"

"Yeah, John can be an ass. And I have half his DNA, so Elena and I are so screwed," Brea laughed.

Jenna laughed. "Yeah, you got no hope."

"Seriously how long does it take you to cook dessert?" Brea asked checking the oven.

"No! No! Don't touch Brea! You are an even worse cook than I am!"

"I'm trying to help," Brea said leaning down at the oven.

"No back off," Jenna said nudging Brea out of the way with her hip making her fall to the ground.

"Brea, stay away from the dessert or I'm not making you guys food for a week!" Jenna threatened.

"Jenna, you don't make our food anyway. Elena does."

Jenna huffed. "Yeah, you're right."

Brea laughed, "Lena's away for a few days and she pre-cooked us meals for a week. I'm not going to go hungry with your threats," Brea laughed and Jenna smiled opening the oven.

"Ok, it's ready," she said pulling it out.

"It looks…"

"Kinda…"

"Burnt," Brea said.

"Yeah," Jenna frowned.

"If we serve it, they won't be able to say no. They'll eat it," Brea said looking at Jenna.

"Could be kinda fun."

"Let's do it," Brea said rubbing her hands together as they began serving.

"Alright, guys! Dessert is served," Jenna said walking into the dining room before freezing. "Where's Elijah?" she asked.

Brea looked around confused. Something was wrong. "Damon?" she asked.

"He had to go," Damon said frantically. "Brea, can we talk?" he said taking her hand and dragging her off. "Sorry Brenna, I need to get you to your lake house and I really don't want to be yelled at for an hour," he apologised.

"What are you talking about- ow!" she yelled as she felt a needle enter her arm.

"Sorry," Damon apologised as Brea's vision blurred and she passed out in his arms.

Brea sprung awake with a loud gasp. "Brea?" Elena asked from above Brea.

Brea flung her head out of Elena's lap and yelled. "Salvatore! You are dead do you hear me!" she yelled she spun around to spot Damon and all he did was shrug. "Someone mind telling me what the hell is going on?" she asked.

Stefan stepped forward. "We worked out a way to kill Elijah. We have to stab him in the heart with a special dagger. Ric killed him at the dinner. The problem is the dagger needs to stay in place in order for him to stay dead."

"Cool, so what's the problem?" Brea asked.

"Problem is, sweet Brenna," Damon mocked. "We have the dagger right here, instead of in Elijah," he said holding the dagger up. As soon as Brea saw the dagger she started hyperventilating.

"No! No! No!" she yelled. "Get it away!" she said panicked and Damon quickly hid it from sight.

"Brea! Are you ok?" Elena asked grabbing her shoulders.

"That dagger holds a lot of bad memories," she breathed.

"Hey!" Stefan whispered holding a finger to his lips. "He's here," he said and all of them forgot Brea's meltdown and moved silently to the entrance of the house.

The front door then blew off its hinges and Brea yelled out. "Hey! That was my parent's door!"

"You have to go," Elena said to Stefan. "We need to talk to him alone."

"Elena…"

"Stefan, we're ok. He can't come in the house."

"You know, I might not be able to enter this house," Elijah called. "But I'm a very patient man. I will wait you out."

Elena took Brea's hand and the twins nodded at each other before making their way to the open doorway. "They shouldn't have done what they did," Elena said.

"That's a terrible apology," Brea whispered to her twin. "I didn't know about it by the way," Brea called out to him.

"So I assumed. The deal is off."

"We're renegotiating," Elena offered.

Brea frowned before looking at Elena. "How?" she whispered.

"Shh," Elena hushed her.

"You have nothing left to negotiate with," Elijah said walking forward.

"He's not wrong Lena," Brea whispered. Elena's gaze hardened and she pulled out from behind her back a knife. "Woah! Lena!"

"I'd like to see you lure Klaus into Mystic Falls after the doppelgänger bleeds to death," Elena threatened.

"What?" Brea asked turning to face Elena, Elena jerked Brea's hand signalling her to stay calm.

"Stefan won't let you die," Elijah scoffed.

"No, he won't. He'll feed me his blood to heal me, and then I'll kill myself and become a vampire, just like Katherine did."

Brea smiled at her sister and turned to Elijah. "And I'll help. I've done it before. We're renegotiating."

Elena smiled now that Brea was on her side. "Unless you want that to happen again, promise us the same as before. Promise us you won't harm anyone that we love, even if they've harmed you."

"I'm sorry, Brenna, Elena. I'm going to have to call your bluff." Elena huffed and turned the knife towards her stomach.

Brea became uneasy and spoke up, "Elena…" Elena looked into Brea's eyes. "Hey can still lure Klaus back here if you're a vampire," she realised as she glanced at Elijah. "He has me. But I can't become a vampire," she whispered as she grabbed Elena's hand and turned the knife towards herself.

"Brea," Elena tried to pull away but Brea held onto the knife firmly.

"Trust me," she looked over at Elijah. "He won't let me die. He loves me, remember? Apparently, I'm like his sister," she muttered before plunging the knife into her stomach and screaming in pain.

"NO!" Elijah roared running to the door. Elena supported Brea's body as Brea kept yelling in pain. "Yes! Yes, you can have your deal! Give her to me now!" Elijah screamed.

Elena shook her head. "Give me your word!"

"You have my word, give her to me now!" Elijah said desperately. Elena then staggered outside with Brea and Elijah lunged forward, grabbing Brea from her sister's arm and he immediately gave her his wrist for her to drink his blood. After Elena was satisfied Brea had enough blood, she ran forward and pushed Brea out of the way before plunging the dagger into Elijah's heart, neutralising him.

"Brea," Elena said with a shaky voice as she dropped to the floor and grabbed her sister, pulling her into a hug. "I'm so so sorry," Elena cried, tears flowing. Elena then pulled up Brea's shirt to see her wound healed. "Oh thank god," Elena breathed.

"Little tip, don't pull the dagger out," Damon spoke, staring at Elijah's body. Brea looked over and her face filled with remorse at her daggered friend.

Damon, Stefan and Elena dropped Brea off at her house on the way to the boarding house so she could rest. "Brea!" Jenna yelled at her as soon as she walked in the door. "Where did you go tonight? Oh my god is that blood?" Jenna asked panicking as she took in Brea's appearance.

"Um, yeah. It's not mine," Brea lied. "Matt called me after I spoke to Damon. The other guy working at the grill tonight cut his hand up pretty bad. Matt had to stay and watch the place so he called me to drive him to the hospital. I got some of his blood on me. It was kind of an emergency I had to go quickly."

"Oh, ok," Jenna nodded. "Look I'm heading to bed. Had a big fight with Ric and I'm so over this day," Jenna moaned going up the stairs. "I'll see you in the morning sweetie."

New Orleans, 1914

"Bekah is talking to your witch," Brenna whispered in Kol's ear.

"Ah come on love. Probably just being a bit nasty. It is Bex after all," Kol whispered back kissing her cheek.

"Kol, be serious. If the witch tells Bekah what you plan to do she'll tell Nik immediately. And we both know how that will go."

"Bekah already knows darling."

"What?"

"She caught me pilfering through Nik's room earlier. She's on board with the plan. Don't worry love."

"Kol…"

"Relax darling. It's Christmas. Speech time," he said grabbing Brenna's waist and leading her to the staircase. As they arrived in position, Kol raised his glass to their witch, Freya, and she returned the gesture.

"Smile for this picture Kol," Brenna ordered. "Or it will be the last picture I take with you."

"As you wish," he said as the Mikaelson family had their photo taken.

Niklaus then tapped the side of his glass causing silence to fall over the party. "As you know, when the Mikaelsons arrived in Louisiana we brought with us the tradition of holiday bonfire season. Now we invite you chosen few to join us in our family's own tradition of writing wishes for each other and burning them for luck. The holidays are a time for celebrating family and friends. It is especially gratifying in times when treachery runs deep," Nik said causing both Brenna and Kol to stiffen. Brenna looked Kol as Nik continued. "To know you have someone you can trust. A toast to you, my sister. To Rebekah."

"Go, go!" Brenna said pushing Kol as the crowd all cheered Rebekah. Kol slowly let go of Brenna's hand and made his way past Elijah and up the stairs hardly taking his eyes off Brenna. Elijah and Nik then both disappeared as they ran to ambush Kol.

Brenna went to run after them, but Rebekah grabbed her. "Don't," Rebekah warned her. "It's not worth it. You can't stop it."

"Let me go," Brenna snapped. "You've betrayed me in the worst possible way Rebekah," Brenna hissed yanking her arm away from her friend and running up the stairs. "Please don't!" she begged Nik and Elijah as she reached their location on the top of the stairs. "Please, I beg you."

"Sorry Brenna," Elijah said as he grabbed Kol from behind and ripped his jacket off of him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I apologise for the disturbance," Nik spoke to his guests. "But what's a Mikaelson family party without a little squabble?" he said as he pulled out the dagger.

"No!" Brenna screamed and before she could blink she found herself on the lower level of the Mikaelson compound being held by Marcel who had run her down the stairs. "Nik!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Please! No!"

"Darling," Kol called out before he screamed in pain as Klaus shoved the dagger into his chest.

Brenna let out a scream in anguish, "Kol! No! Kol!" she screamed and screamed before her body relaxed in Marcel's arms as she let her tears flow wildly. Rebekah tried to take Brenna's hand to comfort her but Brenna ripped her hand away. "Don't touch me!" she screamed before looking up at Elijah and locking eyes with him as she read the sorrow in his eyes. She then turned around and buried her head in Marcel's shoulder as she continued to bawl her eyes out.