Wildfire.

Summary: Elena's humanity is still turned off, she had no intention of reverting back to the melancholic state she was consumed by before she was made a vampire but her loved ones wouldn't stop in their plight to save her. But they had no way of helping her, not anymore. There was perhaps only one family that could help her now and Rebekah intended on taking her straight to them.

Timeline: Set after The Vampire Diaries episode 4x21 she's come undone and starting at The Originals 1x2

Rating: T.

Disclaimer: I do not own TVD or TO, the characters in it or the storylines created by Julie Plec.

Review, let me know if I should continue this story or not. I'll release a few chapters and we'll see from there.

I hope you enjoy, thank you.

"You're bluffing."

Snap, like the sound of a heavy foot, stomping through a collection of twigs, Matt's neck was snapped. His body fell limp, crashing against the floor like a large sack of blood and the life he had yet to live, snatched from him too young.

Elena gasped, she cried, she fought against Stephan's hold because, well, she had a flair for the dramatics without her humanity turned on and she needed an escape. They had to believe it.

... She knew, as soon as Stephan restrained her and Damon started threatening her with Matt's life, she saw it.

Had they thought she could be fooled so easily? It was insulting, in fact, how they saw her as this compassionate and kind human being still but that wasn't her anymore. They refused to embrace it, how much smarter, devious and cunning she was now she didn't let feelings get in the way but to insult her with as something as futile as this, this was Elena freaking Gilbert, she was no fool.

The glimmer of the moon, twinkling across Matt's finger like a small collection of stars, catching in the corner of her eye in as quick as a second, and their ploy to return her emotions to her was foiled.

The Gilbert ring.

She thought it possibly could have worked, watching Matt die right in front of her, killed by her sire and the man she declared her love for at one point. She doesn't remember what that feels like, chooses not to fall prey to something as emotionally disgusting as love and relishing in the fact that they had nothing left they could do to her to convince her to flip the switch again.

They had tried appealing to her humanity persistently, taking her to prom and trying to remind her of her life before Jeremy died. They starved her, drained her, tortured her, locked her in the dungeon for days, even unleashing Katherine upon her, and now this.

There was nothing left.

Elena allowed the crocodile tears to roll down her cheeks and Stefan just let her go. She dived next to Matt, placing her hand on the top of his lifeless arm and smoothing it down to his hand.

"I can't believe..." she trailed off to look up at Damon, he had a sense of accomplishment etched prominently in his face and he thought they had won, "you thought that would work."

Elena laughed, quietly and humourlessly as she grasped Matt's hand, holding it up so it was eye level with her and she firmly held the ring in her fingers.

Damon's face changed and it was quite the sight, his once prideful look, turned to shock and complete disappointment. Him and Stefan had tried darting towards her but she didn't move, didn't even flinch, simply held her hand up.

"One more step, I'll take the ring off, and poor, innocent little Matty here will stay dead," her voice was cold, distant and filled with amusement as she watched the Salvatore brothers squirm.

"Do it, like I care. He's just a busboy, the world has no shortage of those," Damon responded, his famous smirk plastered firmly on his lips and she was so obviously unconvinced.

"Oh, you see, I think you do care," she looked down at Matt, gliding the ring ever so slowly up his finger, "I think that, if the day ever does come where my humanity is returned, you know I'll hate you forever if you let me kill him and I don't think you could live with that. I know Stefan couldn't. You're both pathetic."

And just like that, as quick as a shooting star setting course across the endless night sky, she was gone. Vanished from the scene and completely done with the Salvatore brothers.

Mystic Falls had become quite the stronghold in the fight against vampires recently. The water had been poisoned with vervain, town officials refused to replenish the bloodbag supply after it was raided and they had even set curfews.

Since Elena had turned her humanity off, she found it easier to think, the dark fog that shrouded her thoughts had all but dissipated and she forgot how easy it was to live without the heartache and guilt that consumed her since her parents drove off Wickery Bridge.

It was poetic, that she died there too. She had died twice on that bridge now, the first time she sunk into those waters, although she didn't lose her life, the old, fun loving and outgoing personality of Elena Gilbert died along with her parents. She became closed off, hollow and the second time, she actually died and became a vampire.

There was nothing about this town that appealed to her now, she couldn't even feed. It was boring, lifeless, everything she chose not to be.

But what could she do?

Lie in wait in the centre of a road, waiting for anyone who was venturing into the clandestine and lamented town of Mystic Falls, someone who hadn't been subjected to the venomous waters within in it and have a feast?

Sounded as good as a plan as any.

What Elena wasn't aware of, whilst she lay patiently on the ground in the middle of nowhere, that things had began to unfold for her, the workings of a plan where about to be set in motion that would change her life forever.

And it all started with the simple sound of her ringtone, echoing through the empty street and setting her on a path of life changing recourse.

She answered the call, pressed the speaker to her ear and grinned, a wickedly devious grin and spoke...

"You not going to believe what just happened."

The Boarding house.

The Eldest Salvatore was no stranger to flipping the switch, to turn off all humanity and delve into the haze of blood, violence, alcohol, non-stop partying and just general debauchery. It was easier for him to cope with the heinous acts he had committed over his 150 years alive but even him, the monster everyone had known him to be, still chose to switch it back on eventually, to allow those emotions in and learn to deal.

Damon thought Elena would be the same, that she had so much love and compassion within her that she would choose to feel the heartache of losing every member of her family. She did when her parents died, when Jenna was murdered, even when she was sacrificed herself and John had died for her, she still dealt with it with her head held high and a fight in her that he had never seen before.

But this was Elena and she lost her brother, Jeremy was murdered by the one person she hated the most, Katherine, and she had no family left, nothing to live for but the endless fight that was the evil within Mystic Falls.

He could hardly blame her for wanting to switch off from that.

A loud slam of the Boarding house door, with a fast and heavy stomp through the corridor and into the living room, he scoffed at the sight of Matt and Rebekah sat on the sofa and headed straight for the bourbon.

"So, I take it your grand plan didn't work then?" Rebekah mused, her smile filled with an accomplished amusement as she swiped away the glass Damon had poured for himself and took a sip.

"Not now, blondie," Damon sniped, his eyes glaringly cold and his patience dwindling. But he couldn't battle Rebekah, not tonight, so he poured himself another and drank the entire contents of the liquid relief in one.

After their incursion to Willoughby, Rebekah found herself more inclined to like Elena -this version of her at least- and she resented the Salvatore's brothers plight to force her to flip the switch against her will.

Rebekah knew this dance, she had been alive for a thousand years and watched as many a vampire switched off their humanity but one common denominator amongst them all, they all turned it on again in the end, after they had finished what they had set out to do. If this is how Elena needed to grieve, then they shouldn't stop her.

"I happen to find this Elena a lot more tolerable, you should leave her be, she'll return when she's bored."

"Not this time," Stefan chimed in, "she's smart, she knows we have nothing left to help her with except actually killing someone she loves but we would never do that. Elena is officially lost to us."

"Where is she?" Rebekah asked.

"We looked for hours, she's nowhere to be found," Damon was many things: cold, monstrous, unnecessarily violent but when it came to Elena, the one thing he never was, was hopeless.

Anger simmered away at him and he sent his glass hurling to the wall above the fireplace, it shattered into a million tiny pieces and a loud growl burst from his lips.

"We have to do something."

"Yes and losing your temper is surely going to help find her," Rebekah rolled her eyes and took another sip of her drink, "what she see's in you, I don't know."

He growled again and leapt, with every intention of ripping the Original Sister's head off but every time he let his anger take over, he found himself in the same situation. At the mercy of an Original Vampire with speed ten times faster than his and reflexes faster than a mountain lion. She caught him by the neck without so much as a second thought.

"Rebekah," Stefan warned, he couldn't beat her either obviously but he had that type of voice that made you reconsider killing someone. At least, that was how Rebekah heard it to be.

Her eyes seared into the Eldest Salvatore's hues and she brought his face closer to hers, she had a scowl on her lips and he could feel her warm breath graze across her skin, "I'm bored now," she said in a hushed and enraged tone.

A simple flick of the wrist and she flung him effortlessly across the room, his body crashing into the bookcase and the books tumbled onto him with a thud.

"Bye, Matt," she said ever so kindly before vanishing from the Boarding house and leaving the Salvatore's in the rear view.

Once she was far enough away, she pulled her phone from her pocket and scrolled through her contact list. She had one sweeping thought, the start of a plan that could see Elena free from the possessive needs of the Salvatore Brothers and the never ending battle that was Mystic Falls but she needed help.

She hit the green call button and pressed the speaker to her ear, it rang and rang, again and again until the familiar voice of a certain blonde cheerleader answered.

"Now is not the time, Rebekah," Caroline sounded hurt, angry all the same but there was a sadness in her voice that Rebekah chose to ignore for the time being.

"Well, the ever annoying Salvatore Brothers have once again failed to return Elena to her usual dull self and I have a plan that might just work," she was confident, her knack for channelling her deranged brothers sense of detached maliciousness shining through in her tone of voice.

"What did they do now? God, they're so annoying."

"They snapped Matt's neck like a twig, it's hilarious they thought that would work," Rebekah said amusingly.

"WHAT?" Rebekah moved the phone away from her ear whilst Caroline vented.. loudly, "Oh my god, please tell me Matt is okay? I won't be able too-"

"Get it together, Caroline, of course he's still bloody alive otherwise Elena wouldn't still be switched off, would she?"

"When I next see them-"

"We digress," Rebekah coldly cut her sentence short, "I need your help with Elena, you're the only one who can do it."

"What do you need?"

"A tad bit of help with the Salvatore brother's."

Perhaps with graduation right around the corner, that meant for more out of town relatives of Elena's previous classmates rolling through town and so far, a night spent on a cold hard ground lead to three dead bodies.

But she was well fed and returned to strength, finally.

The sun had started to rise and the night was all but vanished, her presence had been requested at the Mikaelson Mansion by Rebekah, the last person she had expected to call her late last night but she was bored, needed a shower and a change of clothes, so she had made her way there.

The doors were never locked, so she sauntered inside, negating the fact that this house once belonged to the family that terrorised her town. They had left, location unknown and she was disappointed at the potential that could have been the endless nights of debauchery with the heartless ones.

"Rebekah?" She called out, her voice echoing through the long halls and rooms of the mansion.

"There you are," she responded, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw the current condition of the Gilbert girl before her.

She was dirty, soaked in blood, wearing clothes that looked like they had been fished out of a dumpster and her hair was a matted mess.

"I think you need a drink, love."

"Sounds fun," Elena said with a perky attitude, "but I'm going to shower first, I smell like a corpse. You don't mind if I borrow some clothes, right?"

"Of course n-"

"Thanks," Elena drawled with a sarcastic exuberance to her tone of voice as she breezed past Rebekah and sped up the grand staircase.

"Hurry up, we need to talk," Rebekah yelled across the house, loud enough for her vampiric hearing to catch.

Elena eventually found her bedroom, everything about this house was luxury and sophistication, her childhood home had been the opposite. It was a family house, the place she was born, raised, grew up in and it was well lived in, it still had scribbles on the walls of her and Jeremy's height as they grew up in the hallway outside their bedrooms.

She still kept her teddy bears that had been gifted to her over her younger years, the collection of her favourite toys locked away in the storage cupboard and there was always that lingering smell of a home cooked meal in the air.

But that all went up in smoke when she set fire to the building that housed all of her darkest memories.

Elena switched on the shower, took off the rags that encased her body and stepped into the hot water that burnt at her skin in the most painfully delightful way she craved.

The blood ran into the water, crashing around her feet like the lifeless bodies of those she killed did. Each drop that slithered down her throat was a rejuvenating and pleasurable essence of life, the strength she had lost in the dungeon at the Boarding house during her tortuous stay had been returned and she felt euphoric.

Stepping out of the heat, Elena rummaged through Rebekah's wardrobe tediously as she shoved aside the plain blouses and dresses that pre-dated the 1950's until she found a pair of black skinny jeans, a navy blue tank top and a blazer-type jacket that was similar to the one she wore the day after she switched off her humanity. She liked that style, the clothes that made her feel different to the immature Elena Gilbert that owned ten different pairs of converse and that died on that bridge.

Shoes next, and if there was one thing that Rebekah had a lot of fashion sense in, it was them. She tossed about the sneakers, the boots and dissatisfying business-type stiletto heals until she picked out a pair of lace, strappy black heals and slid her feet into them.

Hair dried and curled, a touch of makeup, a spritz of perfume later and she was finished, back to her new-self and feeling better than ever.

Walking through the empty halls of the mansion reminded her of the night the Mikaelson's had threw a ball, to welcome themselves back into society and declare Mystic Falls as their family home once again. She thought of the plan they had to defeat Klaus once and for all but of course, Stefan ruined that.

She walked past the door that Esther had summoned her too, the room that held her darkest secret, to kill her own children. Elijah had requested the truth from her regarding his mothers intentions but of course, little old human Elena let emotions cloud her judgement and lied to his face, that was the moment that lead to the downward spiral of events that caused her death.

In that case, it was best that she used to be weak, otherwise she would most likely still be human and suffering.

Vampire Elena would have told him, told him everything about his evil mother, the plan she had to link them all as one and end their miserable existence. This Elena reflected on that night and the only possible outcome that could have lead from the truth was that the Original Family would have destroyed Esther without the need to turn Abby, remake Alaric and eventually die out anyway.

Human Elena was an idiot, she thought this way was better.

Perhaps Damon was right, emotions do make a person weak.

Joining with Rebekah in the main room once again, she took the drink she had prepared for her and continued on to inspect the room. The paintings that hung from the wall that Klaus had created himself, the regal furniture dotted about the room, she smoothed her finger along the marble fireplace and picked up a crystal ornament of a horse mid-gallop and inspecting it.

"Your family has a penchant for all things expensive, huh?" Elena said, eyes fixated on the crystal horse grasped in her hand, "I could get used to this house," she mused.

"Don't get too comfortable, love," Rebekah said, "we have much to discuss," the Original Vampire sat down on the sofa and gestured to the one opposite her.

Elena narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at Rebekah with curious eyes and eventually setting down the crystal ornament and taking a seat opposite her.

"I'm listening."

Beyond their mutual interest of Rebekah acquiring the cure so Elena couldn't be forced to take it, she wondered what she could possibly want from her. They had fun, sure, but they had very few traits in common, especially considering Elena's emotionally departed state. She saw in the Originals eyes that her mind was sparking, racing with a mess of thoughts and she had a sense of pride in her voice and etched into her facial expressions.

"I was at the Boarding house last night when Damon and Stefan had returned, I knew of their plan to try and get you to flip your switch back on, I found it rather futile but I was intrigued to see how it would play out."

"Thanks for the heads up," Elena said, filled with sarcasm and distaste.

"I was bored," Rebekah took a sip of her bourbon, eyes like stone as she stared at Elena, "regardless, I knew it would fail and I'm starting to become annoyed by the constant admiration that the Salvatore's have for the old you and their doomed plight to bring her back."

"You and me both," Elena tilted her head and smiled sardonically, taking a large sip of the bourbon in her hand.

"I have an offer for you that you might be interested in, it would benefit us both and will free you from the hold this hellish town has of you," Rebekah spoke as she picked up the bottle of bourbon and reached over to top up her glass.

"Hmm," Tap, tap, tap of her finger against the crystal glass in her hand as she contemplated the Original Vampires intentions, "I'm intrigued, do continue."

"I'm sure you're aware of my brother's sudden departure from Mystic Falls?" Sip of her bourbon and a flash of her smirk.

"It's difficult to not notice, they're hardly subtle."

"Precisely," she squinted her eyes slightly with an amused tilt of her head, "well, I've been in contact with Elijah since they left but now, radio silence. Not a peep out of either of them and I'm inclined to go find out what they're up too."

"And what does that have to do with me?" Elena inquired, her already quizzical disposition heightening.

"I'd like if it you came with me to find out what has happened to Elijah."

Elena chuckled, she couldn't help it, one road trip together to the backwards town of Willoughby and she was convinced they were Thelma and Louise. The Original sister had a knack for landing herself in trouble, allowing her desire for family and humanity to cloud her better judgement and negate the true nature of her species.

"I can only imagine what Klaus would have to say about that," Elena mused, sitting back in her seat and toying with the glass in her hand, "he despises that I'm a vampire now, I can't further his cause for the hybrid army he intends to build, so what use would he have for me besides my death?"

"I hardly think he'll notice you at all, he'll probably be neck deep in blood and bodies by now, and considering he has other problems to tend too, your presence won't be of concern," Rebekah stared at the pensive Gilbert girl, she seemed unconvinced, bored even, at her attempts to free her from Mystic Falls. There was only one way to make her see reason, manipulation, "Don't tell me you're still scared of Niklaus? The emotionless and fearless Elena Gilbert, stuck in a perpetual cycle of darkness and fear for my brother?"

Her eyes snapped onto Rebekah, narrowing slightly as she attempted to appeal to the side of her that would agree to just about anything. Her pride.

"I'm not scared of anything," her tone of voice deadly serious as she stared daggers into her eyes.

"So, will you bloody come with me or not, then?"

"Thanks, but no thanks."

Elena finished her bourbon in one and poured herself another, although she had no intentions of road tripping it to wherever the Original family now resided, to find herself in a battle that had nothing to do with her, she liked the house and considering she had found herself without anywhere to go, this would suit her just fine.

"That's quite alright, love, good luck with your precious Salvatore's and their battle to restore your humanity, the town with vervain poisoned water and no access to a meal and the place where you have no friends, only enemies," Rebekah stood from her chair dramatically, spinning on her heel and heading towards the staircase, "Oh, and isn't the cure still out there somewhere? I would just hate for Stefan or Damon to find it first and force feed it to you."

Elena watched her curiously, the glimmer of sarcasm in her smirk and the sophistication in her movements, every step had purpose and she didn't waver in her confidence once.

Rebekah stopped on the bottom step and spun to face her, her mind rife with this plan and the steps that needed to be completed to see her away from here, "what exactly are you staying for again?"

Elena couldn't answer that question. She didn't quite know herself. She had terrorised her friends, almost killed April Young and Bonnie, she royally pissed off Caroline by stealing her prom dress and speaking quite nastily of her, she couldn't bare to be in the same vicinity as the Salvatore's, Alaric and Jeremy where dead and the cure was still in Mystic Falls.

She was stuck in a quiet contemplation, trying to think smart and second guess the Original Vampires intentions. Was she planning on serving her up to Klaus, just like she would Katherine? Did she intend to use her as some kind of bargaining chip like so many had done with her before?

"Where my family is, you need not worry about a council of vampire haters, a shortage in blood or a set of brothers who will attempt to hinder you in your emotionally depraved state. The party never stops."

Elena popped her eyebrows, her persistence was intriguing and even though she was offering her everything that she truly desired, she couldn't help but be suspicious of her intentions.

Did she truly need help?

That could be good leverage in the future, if she ever needed an Original on her side. To remind her that the precious former doppelgänger came to her aid in finding her brother when she had no-one else and she would owe her one.

She inhaled a sharp breath and grabbed the bottle of bourbon. The tap of her heels against the marble floor was all that could be heard as she approached Rebekah, filling up her glass and holding her own out in front of her.

"Fine, what do you want me to do?"

"Ditch this God forsaken town and have some delightfully distasteful fun?"

They clinked their glasses together, excitement apparent and their journey was about to begin.