A lot had happened during that night.

First, Faye had felt the pain of her pack betraying her, which had been horrible. She didn't end up going home until the sun rose, due to the fact she had shifted into her wolf form out of anger half way through the woods. The hybrid hung out there for the night and let out her anger by killing a couple of deers.

Second, when she had returned home, she discovered that Lacey had asked Elijah to stay with them. He had come to say goodbye after making the decision to leave, but Lacey had convinced him to move in and be a family with her and Faye. The hybrid had found them together on the couch cuddled together, sleeping and his suitcase sitting down next to the couch when she walked in dressed in clothes that had been hung up on the clothesline for her outside. Faye smiled before covering them up with a blanket and going up to her own room.

Third, Bonnie's mom had turned. She willingly completed the transition and was heading back home with Bonnie by her side. Faye promised she would come visit and help the woman to the best of her possibility for Bonnie. Bonnie had thanked her and also apologized for almost helping Elijah be killed, being sincere. Faye accepted it.

Faye wasn't sure if that was the end of the list or not, but she would figure it out soon enough.

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At the request of Rebekah, who had said she needed her help, Faye was barging into the Mikaelson manor. The vampire had called, waking up Faye and insisted she come there. Being the good hybrid she was, Faye got up, got ready, and went there to help the blonde. They weren't the best of friends, but Rebekah and she shared a moment before the horrible night of homecoming, so that was enough. She also had a lot of free time on her hands now that she was ignoring the Salvatores and the Gilbert girl.

"Rebekah?" Faye called out as she stepped into the front foyer she had seen before at the ball where people had filled it to the brink. Her heels clicked against the tile on the floor. For once she was allowed to admire the beauty of the home without the crowd in it. It reminded her of something she would see in a Disney movie, mostly Beauty and the Beast.

"What are you doing here, love?"

Klaus' voice surprised Faye. She whipped around with her hand on her heart, staring at him with wide eyes. He was leaning against a wall in a dark gray henley and a pair of jeans. Faye found herself admiring him, but stopped when she saw the dopey grin on his face.

"Don't do that!" She hissed at him, stomping her foot. Klaus chuckled at her antics. She adjusted herself and stood up straighter than she had. "And I'll have you know, Rebekah called me here; said she needed my help."

"I thought you didn't like her?" Klaus raised an eyebrow at her.

"Well, now she's at the top of my list now that a few people have been bumped down," Faye responded, speaking of Damon, Stefan, and Elena. She was still angry at them after what they had done the night before and had the right to be. Attempted murder wasn't something you forgave so easily.

Klaus got off the wall and walk towards her. "That reminds me, how are you doing?"

Faye sighed, not wanting to answer that, but she did anyways. "I'm fine," she said, lying.

The older hybrid knew of course. He walked closer to where she stood and stopped in front of her. Klaus reached to push a loose curl of hers behind her ear, gazing into her eyes. For a moment, he seemed actually concerned. "You know you don't have to lie to me, love," he told her.

Faye grabbed his hand and slowly pushed it away. Despite how she had defended him and his family last night, they still weren't on good terms in Faye's book. He wasn't allowed to touch her like that.

"I'm not lying," she denied. "I'm fine, see." Faye presented him with the fakest of smiles. Klaus rolled his eyes at her. She didn't take any more time to try and convince him, deeming it a waste of her time. She moved away from him and towards the left stairwell and looked up it, "Where's Rebekah?"

"I'm right here." The blonde appeared at the top of stairwell instantly before walking down it. Rebekah stopped at the bottom next to Faye. "I'm surprised you showed up."

Faye shrugged. "I had nothing else to do." Rebekah scoffed at her reasoning. "So, what do you need?"

"I need you to come to a meeting with the mayor with me," Rebekah said with a smile. Faye didn't say anything, but she raised an eyebrow at her. She didn't even know why she needed her to go to that. "Okay, listen. I have the feeling she'll treat me much better if I bring the most loved girl in town with me."

"I'm not-"

"Yes, you are," Rebekah insisted. "There isn't a bloody person in this town who can say a bad thing about you. You're too smart or too generous or even too beautiful to be hated." She said the last sentence bitterly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Not to mention, you have men falling at your feet." Her eyes darted towards her brother who stood behind Faye. Klaus narrowed his eyes at his sister.

"Okay, I get it." Faye waved her hand at Rebekah, stopping her from saying anymore. "I'm still confused, though. Why do you need to meet up with Carol?"

"You're on the first name basis with the mayor?" Rebekah asked in shock.

"I was sleeping with her son, of course, I am," Faye replied as if it was obvious. "Now, answer my question."

"There's a white oak tree still out there," Klaus answered for Rebekah, wanting all the conversation about Faye sleeping with Tyler to stop.

Faye turned to look at him. Her eyebrows were furrowed together in confusion. "Isn't that-?"

"The tree that can kill us? Yes."

"Does Elijah know?" The strawberry blonde asked next.

"No. He left town before I could inform him," Rebekah said.

Faye shook her head at the mention of him living town. "That's not true. He's actually living with Lacey and me." She updated Rebekah on her older brother's whereabouts. "They're in love." She drug out the 'e', singing it with a smile on her face.

Klaus grinned widely at the mention of his brother and Lacey together. "So they're back to that again. Finally took them long enough. She's the only one who can get him to loosen up." Faye nodded and went to reply, but Rebekah cut her off.

"That's fantastic," Rebekah sarcastically said, clapping her hands together with a scocky smile. She went back to the subject of Elijah knowing their situation. "I'll tell him later. Right now we need to go and ask the mayor about that bloody tree. Are you in or not?" She asked Faye.

Faye decided very quickly. If a tree was out there that could kill an Original, her pack who instantly try to get their hands on it. If they did, they would kill a Mikaelson to kill Klaus and everyone in the family, including Elijah, would die. She wasn't going to let that happen.

"I'm in."

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"Thank you for meeting with us, Carol." Faye smiled at the woman who sat across from her and Rebekah. They had met up with her at the Grill which Rebekah had planned after she had gone through the archives in the town hall.

"I figured as head of the Preservation Society, you'd be a good person to ask about the oldest trees in this community," Rebekah said next.

Carol gave Rebekah a polite smile before answering. "A long line of Lockwood women use to keep those records, back before any of them had actual jobs." The intended joke made both Faye and Rebekah chuckle, trying to butter the woman up.

"Rebekah's been to the Founders' archive, but she can't seem to find any record of the tree we're looking for," Faye told the mayor, canting her head to the side slightly in questioning.

"It probably got cut down," Carol responded with a shrug. "Big old trees built half of this town in the 1900s."

It was then when Faye caught the two familiar scent of the people she wanted to ignore the most that day. Damon and Stefan Salvatore both entered the grill together. She could feel their gaze piercing into her.

"Oh, She-Devil at nine o'clock." Faye heard Damon say to his brother. "And Amnesia's with her. What twisted universe have we stepped into?"

As they passed by, Faye didn't dare make eye contact with them, wanting them to know she was blatantly ignoring them. Rebekah did, though, her eyes connecting with Damon's as he and Stefan made their way to the bar.

Faye turned her attention back to Carol. "Do you happen to know who kept the milling ledgers during that period?" She asked, regaining Rebekah's attention.

"Back then all the logging mills were owned by the Salvatores."

Rebekah's eyes darted over to the bar where Stefan and Damon were just taking a seat and she grinned. Faye saw the look on her face and she mentally groaned, knowing she was going to have to talk to them if she was going to get any information.

"Thank you for your help, Mayor. Faye and I have got it from here." Rebekah told the woman. They said their goodbye before Faye and Rebekah both got up. 

The blonde was prepared to make a beeline for the Salvatores, expecting the hybrid to follow her. Faye didn't and instead yanked the Original aside to stop her from moving any further.

"Ouch, what are you doing?" Rebekah hissed at her.

"I am not talking to them." Faye put her foot down.

"We need to, Faye. They have information we need," Rebekah responded. Seeing the pitiful look on Faye's face, she sighed. "Look, I get your upset with them. Nik told me what they did, but I need your help. They won't talk to me as much as they may you. So, please?"

Faye bit her lip, seeing the pleading glance the blonde Original was giving her. She let out a huff before giving the girl a small nod. Rebekah smiled brightly at her before they both made their way up to the Salvatores. Damon was just finishing speaking about the murders in the town.

"At least in 1912 they killed a Salvatore," Damon said.

"Which Salvatore would that be?" Rebekah asked. The two Salvatores looked towards the two behind them, both of their eyes surprisingly filling with guilt when they traveled towards the petite strawberry blonde hybrid.

Just by that, Faye knew she was going to have a hell of a time dealing with this.

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"So, Zachariah Salvatore was your nephew?" Rebekah questioned after getting the story of the long lost nephew of the Salvatores who was murdered in the early nineteen hundreds. Faye hadn't spoken, but instead sat there listening and glaring the two Salvatores straight in the face as she nursed a glass of whiskey (something she had compelled herself knowing she needed it to get through this).

"Well, our father knocked up one of the maids during the Civil War, she had a son. But as far as everyone else knew, Stefan and I were dead." Damon just shrugged. "Family name had to go somewhere."

"And, uh, your family owned the logging mills back then?" Rebekah questioned.

Damon furrowed his brows together at her question. It was odd to him.  "You're full of a lot of questions."

"I'm just researching the town history. I grew up here after all." Rebekah backed up her questioning immediately. Faye let out a sigh, seeing it was a bad back story. A school project is always the way to go.

Damon's expression of confusion slowly warped. He grew a sloppy grin that he directed towards the blonde. "You know you don't have to disguise your true motives Blondie-Bex, if you want more sex, just ask for it." 

It was then when Faye choked on her drink. The three vampires next to her looked over as she banged her fist against her chest. She shot Rebekah a questioning look when she had finally calmed herself down, only to gain a shrug in return. Rebekah then turned to give Damon a snarky reply.

"Not enough liquor in the world," she said. The blonde grabbed the bottle Damon had in front of him and poured herself a drink before sitting it back down.

"Oh, come on, it was too good for you to be this hostile," Damon responded, just as Stefan moved from sitting in between Damon and Rebekah with his glass and the bottle of whiskey in hand over on to his brother's right side. He sat as Damon was giving him a look. "You'll have to excuse my little brother, he's jonesing for some O positive."

"I'm not jonesing," Stefan replied bitterly.

Rebekah just shrugged before scooting over a seat closer to Damon. "So, did they ever catch the killer?"

"Maybe it was a vampire," Faye interjected, earning glances from everyone. 

Stefan turned his gaze from her to Damon, giving him a pointed look. "Yeah, yeah, maybe it was a vampire, Damon." Faye knew behind it was bitterness towards the raven haired vampire. Most likely because of Elena. It always boils down to Elena.

"Don't think for a second you didn't cross my mind too, brother," Damon replied. "But these murders weren't your style, were they? Plus there were no other vampires circulating then."

"Well, there was one other vampire," Stefan then said to his brother. "Remember Sage?"

Damon nodded as his eyes widened in realization. "Ohh, right, Sage. Speaking of great sex. Ooh!" He took a long sip from the bottle of whiskey they had.

Rebekah scrunched up her nose in disgust at the name. "I knew a Sage once. Trashy little thing."

"You really think it was Sage who was killing all those Founders back then?" Damon turned his head towards his brother and asked.

Stefan shrugged. "Town questioned every grown man in Mystic Falls. Probably never occurred to them that a woman could have done it."

There was silence for a while. The four sitting around finished the bottle of whiskey. As Rebekah took the last sip from the bottle, she looked over towards Damon with a questioning expression adorning her features.

"So, uh, tell me more about your old relatives. I heard they tore down half the woods to build this town," she said to him. The bartender walked over and placed down a bottle in front of them. Rebekah reached for it, but Damon tsked and grabbed it instead.

"Easy there, lush pants," Damon told her. "It's been a hoot and a half but it's boy's night and you weren't invited." Rebekah grew an angry expression as he looked over her shoulder towards Faye who was blatantly ignoring them. "You can always come to Amnesia."

"You can always burn in hell." Faye turned towards Damon with a fake smile playing on her face, her head tilted to the side.

"You'd rather hang out with the she-devil?" The eldest Salvatore narrowed his eyes at the strawberry blonde who didn't seem like she was in her right mind. 

"She's not the one who used me, lied to me, and attempted to murder my god-father."

Damon sighed. "Can't you just forgive us? We did what we had to do. We had no choice."

The words made Faye scoff. He always used that excuse."There's always a choice, Damon," The hybrid hissed at him. "And guess who made the shitty one."

Damon huffed at her before getting up with the bottle and leaving. Stefan followed behind with two glasses in his hand. Faye let out a long sigh before turning back towards the bar where Rebekah was looking at her.

"Can we leave now?" She questioned. "Those two are a dead end."

"It's because you're not helping at all," Rebekah told her. "We're looking for something and you aren't doing much to help me pry. They have the answers and you are the one who can get them."

"I don't want to be near them," Faye told the blonde in front of her. "I just want to go home and eat leftover casserole that's in the fridge."

Rebekah shook her head standing up. "You're going to stay and help." She moved over towards her, grabbing her cheeks in her hands. "You're going to be nice and sweet, maybe smile a bit and get us what we need." 

"I don't have to listen to you." Faye smacked Rebekah's hands away and crossed her arms over her chest. "We're not friends. We're enemies with a common goal." 

"And that common goal can't be reached unless you suck it up," Rebekah responded.

Faye narrowed her eyes at the blonde as she took in her words. She was doing this for Elijah, her family. If she didn't help Rebekah, then she could lose one piece of her tiny family.

With a sigh, Faye stood up and said, "You win."

"Of course I do. I always do."

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"So, let's just say Sage was killing everyone in 1912. Who the hell is doing it now? It's not that psycho, Dr. Fell. She's a woman. There's no way she could stab three grown men." Damon was saying as he was throwing darts. Stefan sat at the table nearby drinking when Rebekah and Faye walked up.

Damon threw another dart, only for Rebekah to catch it before it hit the board, "That's a bit sexist," She said in response to his statement. "A woman could easily kill a man, with the right motivation."

"You just, uh, don't give up, do you?" Stefan muttered, rubbing his forehead with a bitter expression on his face.

Rebekah turned towards him, her lips in a slight pout. "Why are you so grumpy?"

"He's on a master cleanse," Damon replied. Faye perked up at that, making herself be known by stepping more towards them. She had been hanging on the sidelines, but now that she head of Stefan's new found goal of becoming himself again, she had to step in. Damon looked towards the strawberry blonde, his eyes narrowed as he continued. "Trying to be a better man and all." 

"Good," Faye muttered.

"You're talking to us now?" Damon questioned.

"Would you rather me not?" Faye spat at him. She stepped up to him, looking up at him. The two were basically chest to chest. "Because I can just go ahead and kick your ass instead of trying to be civil for Rebekah's sake. Might cause some onlookers, but it'd be worth it."

"Faye, down girl." Rebekah grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back. She placed Faye as far as she possibly could from Damon without running her across the room. When she knew Faye would stay, she looked towards Stefan. "You know, you were a lot more fun in the '20s."

"Don't rile him up." Faye moved back over and elbowed Rebekah.

"He's testy when he's being self-righteous," Damon added to Faye's statement as he walked over to the table Stefan sat at and took the bottle of whiskey.

"I'm not being self-righteous, Damon," Stefan told his brother. "I'm just not interested in slaughtering innocent human beings anymore."

"Oh, okay, fair enough. My mistake." Damon pulled out one of Stefan's leather bound diaries from his back pocket. He opened it to a marked page with a dopey grin on his face. "You used to be self-righteous." He began to read aloud from the books his brother had poured his thoughts into. "Dear diary, Damon has lost his way, though I have pulled my own life together he continues to waste his."

Rebekah tore the journal from Damon's hands. "Ouch," she said before reading from it herself, "His bitterness consumes him. He is nothing but blackness and vile." The Original vampire shut it before winding the strap around it. "Oh, judgy."

"Well, this is fun." Faye huffed from where she stood. Stefan nodded in agreement, slightly rolling his eyes.

"You know, if I'm being honest, you didn't seem like much fun either, Damon," Rebekah told him, passing the raven haired vampire the journal.

"I wasn't. The woman I was in love with was stuck in a tomb and she wasn't getting out for a hundred years. I wasn't having any fun at all." Damon then grew a grin. "But then Sage came along and taught me how to relish in the pleasure of being a vampire."

"Sounds like someone you would hang out with," Faye said bitterly. 

Rebekah had her nose scrunched up in disgust. "Sounds like Sage to be exact."

"How did you know her?" Faye then asked.

"She was obsessed with my brother Finn, over 900 years ago."

"What?" Damon blurted out. "Creepy suicidal guy?"

Rebekah didn't respond. Faye noticed then that Stefan was tapping on his ring. She frowned, gaining Damon's attention. He followed her line of sight before sighing himself.

"You're doing it again." He pointed out to Stefan.

Stefan stood up abruptly and placed his hands in his pockets. His eyes met everywhere, but Damon. "Alright, you know what, I need to, uh, I gotta get out of here."

"Sure," Damon simply said. "First, admit you're jonesing."

"Damon, I'm not..."

Damon rushed over and grabbed him by his shoulders. "Admit it."

"Okay, fine, I'm freaking out," Stefan finally told the truth. "I'm ready to eat the entire wait staff, why do you need to hear me say it?"

"Because I'm feeling a little self-righteous too." Damon let go of Stefan before moving to grab his leather jacket off the back of a chair. He shrugged it on before looking towards Faye and Rebekah. "You coming?" He asked the two.

"Yes-" Rebekah began to say for the both of them but Faye finally stood her ground.

"No," Faye said, finally having enough. As everyone was talking, she realized Rebekah was just using her to get to the Salvatores. She was no better than them, despite how she was slightly complying with it. She walked over to where she had sat down her coat and scarf.

"I'm done pretending to be okay when all I want to do is tear both of your throats out," Faye told Stefan and Damon both, glaring at them. "I'm going home and going to wallow because I'm being used and abused by everyone lately." She turned on her heel before walking away from them, determined to get home and not be bothered.

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"Lacey!" Faye called out as she opened the door to her home, "Elijah! I'm home!"

"Living room!" Lacey called back. Faye sighed before yanking off her coat and scarf. She hung it up on the rack instant since it was basically wired into her to do so now. having been yelled at so many times by Lacey for doing the wrong thing really gets you to do them more.

The hybrid walked to the living room where Lacey and Elijah were sitting next to each other on the sofa, watching episodes of Friends on the TV. It was Lacey's favorite show and no doubt Elijah was sitting through it for her.

Faye walked over to where they were sitting together and made sure to squeeze herself in between them. Lacey let out a yelp in protest, trying to shove her off, but Faye managed to squeeze herself into the small space between her aunt and god-father.

"Why?" Lacey groaned out, annoyed. "Why do you feel the need to do this?"

"I just want to be next to the two people who love me unconditionally," Faye said with a dopey grin on her face.

"Aw-"

"Just kidding. I just want to annoy you."

"I'm starting not to love you unconditionally anymore."

Faye fake gasped, placing her hand on her heart. Lacey and Elijah both rolled their eyes. It was so unbelievable how in sync they were, seeing as it made them the perfect couple. Faye couldn't be happier that her aunt found a good man that she found acceptable. She would have run him off if she didn't', but Elijah was perfect.

"What'd you do today, sweetheart?" Elijah asked her, removing his eyes from the screen.

"Hung out with Rebekah to look for wood that came from the white oak tree," Faye answered, reaching to grab the bowl of popcorn sitting on the coffee table. She grabbed a hand full before continuing. "By the way, what you and your family burned down wasn't the last of it and it's somewhere out there. Do not worry, Rebekah is handling it by trying to get information out of the Salvatore's before going to burn it down. I helped today but I can only handle so much of them while I'm pissed."

"I thought you didn't like Rebekah." Elijah narrowed his eyes at her in confusion.

"We are frenemies with a common goal; saving the Original family," Faye replied with a small shrug. "Hers is more the whole family; mine is just you." 

Elijah gave her a small smile before pressing a kiss to her temple. Faye happily accepted it. She needed a little pick me up after her, not a great day. She shoved the handful of popcorn she took into her mouth. The hybrid then focused in on the television where Monica was obsessing over the new plates she had gotten.

This is exactly what she needed to get over the past two horrible days.

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A/N: A MONTH IN WAIT BECAUSE I HATE WRITING THESE NEXT FEW EPISODES A LOT. This was kind of shit, I'm sorry. But I hope the next one will be better (probably not).

Next Chapter: The Bennetts, Carofaye heart to heart, and some sweet Daniels fluff

REMEMBER I NEED TEN COMMENTS THAT DON'T INCLUDE THE WORD "UPDATE" OR ANYTHING LIKE IT FOR ME TO DO EXACTLY THAT.

EDITED: 12/20/16

- Karina