Damon looked on in horror as Elena hit the ground. He was frozen in shock as he looked at the stake impaled in her shoulder. He'd stabbed her. He hadn't meant to but she wouldn't let go of him. His hand slipped. Why did she have to grab him? Why was trying to stop him? He was only trying to protect her.

"Elena!" Rebekah screamed before running to her sister.

Klaus followed suit, still trying to comprehend everything that had just happened. The doppelganger had fought to save his life, which was stupid. He didn't need her to help him fight off Damon Salvatore. However, that wasn't the point. She'd tried to save him, and he couldn't understand why. The story she'd given the Salvator idiot couldn't be true. She'd clearly lost her mind in that regard, or she was lying. He wasn't sure which. Perhaps she jumped in because she thought saving him would make him spare Damon's life.

"Okay, that took an unexpected turn," Elena said as she looked down at the stake lodged in her shoulder.

"You're in bloody shock," Rebekah said she knelt down next to her.

The two originals knelt down next to Elena brought Damon out of his own state of shock. "Hey! Get the hell away from her!"

Rebekah got up and whirled around at Damon. "You stay away from her! You nearly killed her!"

"No, it's your fault! You did something to her!" Damon yelled.

Klaus, meanwhile, took a hold of the stake. "This is going to hurt, love."

"Do it," Elena told him.

Klaus yanked the stake out quickly. It would be painful, but not nearly as much as if he went slowly.

Elena screamed in pain.

"You'll be lucky just to end up dead for this!" Rebekah snarled at Damon before shoving him hard. He fell to the ground and slid several feet away.

"Why did you do it?" Klaus asked Elena.

"You know why? You're my brother, Klaus," Elena said.

Klaus shook his head. "I don't know what on Earth would give you that impression, but that's impossible."

"Yeah, well, sometimes the impossible happens. We all know that," Elena said.

Klaus sighed before moving to bite his wrist. He could figure out what was happening to the doppelganger later. Right now, she needed blood. However, before he could do anything, he felt a presence behind him. He turned and froze. His father was there.

Mikeal stared in horror between the bloody stake on the ground and his daughter's bleeding shoulder. He also saw as Rebekah tossed the Salvatore boy around like a ragdoll. He didn't know what happened, but he could guess.

Klaus wanted to run. He knew he should run, but he couldn't move. Not even as his father made his way over to him.

Elena put a hand on his arm. For some reason, she felt the need to comfort him. She shouldn't. She hated him, even now, but no one deserved to think their own father would kill them. "It's okay. He's not going to hurt you."

Mikael knelt down on the other side of his daughter. "Are you alright? Did that little bastard do this to you?"

Klaus immediately assumed his father meant him. After all, 'bastard' was one the many names his father used to refer to him in the past. "I did nothing!"

"Not you, Niklaus. I'm talking about the Salvatore boy," Mikael said.

"It was an accident. We struggled over the stake. I was trying to stop him from hurting Klaus. Damon lost control," Elena said. She could admit that wrestling a vampire for a stake was not her best idea. In her defense, she was a little drunk.

"That's not an accident, my dear," Mikael said before going to bite into his wrist to give his daughter some blood. However, before he could do anything, her wound closed on its own.

Klaus gaped in shock as the doppelganger healed on her own. That shouldn't have been possible. She hadn't received a drop of vampire blood yet.

"Well, if I had any doubts, they're gone now," Elena said as she looked down at her healed shoulder.

Satisfied that his daughter was okay now, Mikael got up and approached his daughter, who was holding the Salvatore against the house by the throat. "Let him go, Rebekah. He's mine."

Rebekah let go of Damon and watched him fall to the ground in a heap.

"Get up!" Mikael ordered. He didn't wait for him to do so though. He fisted his jacket and pulled him to his feet. Damon swayed as though he'd fall, but Mikael was able to keep him upright. "You drove a stake through my daughter's shoulder!"

Damon shook his head. "She's not your daughter."

Mikael picked him up off his feet and tossed him through the air. He landed halfway inside one of the Lockwood windows.

Elena quickly got to her feet. "One of you please stop him."

"No bloody way. He has it coming," Rebekah said.

Mikael grabbed the boy by the ankle and dragged him back out of the house before flipping him onto his back. "Do you know why I'm called the Destroyer, Damon?"

"It was an accident," Damon groaned.

Mikael pulled him up by the throat. He ignored Damon's words. They meant nothing to him. "It's because I have killed hundreds of vampires in my time, sometimes entire counties' worth, each of them for less than what you did tonight."

"She got in the way. I was going for Klaus," Damon said. He would realize too late that that was wrong thing to say.

Mikael tossed him around again. This time, he landed right by Niklaus' feet.

Suddenly, several people came out of the house, including Caroline, Tyler, Bonnie, and Stefan. "What the hell is going on?" Caroline asked in horror. She'd seen as Damon had come hurling through Tyler's living room and she'd heard the commotion outside.

"Damon nearly killed Elena. Now he's getting what he deserves," Rebekah said. For the first time ever, she relished in her father's display of violence. No one deserved it more than Damon.

Mikael ignored the onlookers and stalked towards Damon. He picked him up again, as well as the stake that had nearly taken his daughter's life. "You think you will receive points for trying to murder my son? You tried to take the life of one of my children and nearly succeeded in killing another!"

Klaus took several steps back and stared at his father in bewilderment. There were so many revelations that had hit him in the last five minutes that he didn't know which was more shocking. First, he learned that Elena was indeed his sister. His father had stated so many times. Then his father had called him his son, which he hadn't done in a thousand years. Actually, he didn't think his father had ever called him that, even before he found out that he wasn't his. Then he eluded to the fact that he didn't want him dead. Elena had said as much earlier, but he didn't believe her.

"You said you wanted him dead," Damon groaned.

"I lied," Mikael said before lunging the stake towards his heart.

"No!" Stefan yelled before going to stop him, but Rebekah put a strong hand on his chest to stop him.

"Mikael, stop, please!" Elena begged.

Mikael froze his movements and turned to his daughter.

"Please don't kill him. It was my fault. I got in the way," Elena said.

"This was not your fault, Elena. He stabbed you. He tried to murder your brother. I cannot let that go unpunished," Mikael said.

"And he's been punished. He won't dare try it again," Elena said. She hoped Damon wasn't stupid enough to try something like this again. He would definitely end up dead then. "Please. I'm asking you as your daughter to let him live."

"Elena?" Bonnie asked in disbelief.

Mikael looked at her for a moment before turning back to the vampire in his grip. "Do yourself a favor, boy. Leave this town tonight. If I ever see you again, I will kill you," he said before roughly releasing him.

Damon picked himself up after stumbling to the ground and fled at vampire speed.

"Thank you," Elena said.

"It's the only chance he gets. I meant what I said. If I see him again, I will kill him," Mikael told her.

"I understand," she said.

Mikael approached his son with the stake in his hand. He turned it around so that the pointy end was facing himself and he held it out for his son. "Take it, Niklaus."

Klaus stared at his father in absolute shock before hesitantly lifting his hand to take the stake. He half expected it to be a trick, but as soon as his hand enclosed around it, his father released it. "Why?"

"So that you can feel safe. I will never hurt you again, Niklaus," Mikael swore.

Klaus could do nothing but stare. Was this some sort of sick game? If it was, he couldn't see the trick, but how could it be anything else? His father hated him. He wanted him dead. He had to be playing him somehow.

Rebekah approached her father and looked at him as though she was seeing him for the first time. She hadn't believed him before, but the moment he gave Nik the white oak stake, everything changed. For all he knew, Nik would jab it through his heart the second it was in his hand, but he gave it to him anyway. "I believe you. I believe you didn't want to hurt us."

"Thank you, Rebekah," Mikael said.

"It doesn't mean I forgive you, but I believe you," she said. Forgiveness was going to take a long time, if it ever came. She understood that it wasn't his doing, but it was his hands that had brutalized them. It was he that had terrorized them every day of their lives. She'd never known a kind moment with him. It wasn't so easy to get past that.

"I'll take that. Now, I'm going to need the two of you to help me compel the humans at this party," Mikael said.

Rebekah nodded and walked towards the group of shocked people watching.

Klaus followed, moving almost robotically as he followed their lead.