After some contemplation, Natalia had decided to stay in New Orleans; but only for a few days. She had missed the city she once called home. This way she could spend more time with Hope. She and Hope had been having lunch together while she was here and managed to squeeze in a shopping trip as well. Natalia spoiled Hope, getting her new paint and brushes, along with sketchbooks . It had all been feeling so normal, the Mikaelson's were giving her time to spend with and Hope and they had yet to bother her.

Natalia had also called to let Kristof know what was going on. The last time she called him was when Rebekah was dragging her back to New Orleans, but only had gotten his voicemail. Kristof had been her closest friend since she turned. She knew she told Rebekah that they had gone their separate ways after the first year she was a vampire, but the truth was they had stayed in contact with one another ever since they met. She didn't want Rebekah getting the wrong idea about him.

But without Kristof, who knew what would have become of Natalia. He taught her everything she knew, how to compel, how to control her bloodlust, how to fight.

When she first turned, her emotions were heightened, and it was hard to control herself. She thought about how she never wanted to be a vampire, the human life she had always wanted that was now taken away from her. Kristof was the one to help her through it, reminding her of all the good things she could accomplish as a vampire. Yes, her life was changed, but she could either drown in her sorrows and be miserable, or embrace her new life where she can live a better life.

Being a vampire made her stronger, not only physically, but mentally. When she was human she was naive, but now she was tougher. No longer a frail girl but a fierce woman. Kristof was the one who told her to embrace her power, her 'gift' as he called it. And it was because of that Natalia was who she is today, and she never felt more alive.

When Kristof came knocking on her hotel door she wasn't entirely surprised, she knew he would show up sooner or later.

"Kristof!" Natalia wrapped herself around him in a tight embrace. "I'm so happy you're here."

Kristof sat her down and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. "As am I, I have missed you so much," he told her.

"And I've missed you."

Natalia led him inside and offered him a blood bag from her mini fridge.

With a chuckle, Kristof graciously accepted and sat down on the couch where Natalia joined him.

"It's so good to see you," she told him smiling. "How are you?"

"I think the real question is how are you doing?"

"I'm fine, trust me," taking a sip of her blood bag.

Kristof gave her a knowing look and Natalia rolled her eyes at him.

"Fine," she huffed. "Things are just, okay."

"Did you see him yet?" Natalia knew who he was referring to.

"Yes, only briefly."

"And?"

"And nothing, nothing happened. Said a few things, yelled a little bit and that was all."

"Maybe you should have a real conversation with him, you know. Tell him how you feel."

Natalia scoffed. "Really now?"

"Yeah," Kristof shrugged. "Might be good for you."

Natalia laughed, "I don't think so, you don't know Elijah."

"I don't, but I'm sure he would welcome the conversation."

"Yes well, I simply don't want to."

Kristof let out a laugh. "Stubborn as always."

"As always," Natalia said in agreement. "Anyways, how has England been treating you?"

"Very well, thank you."

"Met anyone special?"

This time it was Kristof's turn to scoff and roll his eyes. "You know the answer to that already."

Kristof had told Natalia about the wife that he had, and that she had died. He never wanted to go into full detail, which was okay with her. That was true pain she never could imagine, and she knew Kristof still held onto that pain.

It was because of that Kristof only knew what the inside of a woman's bedroom looked like, never bothering to do anything else or try for anything more.

The only exception had been Natalia, he was the first person that he had felt something more than friendship in a very long time. He would never act on those feelings out of respect for her, not when she still was not truly over Elijah, despite whatever she said.

Their was a sudden knock at the door.

Kristof and Natalia looked at one another, confused.

"You expecting anyone?" He asked her.

"No," she said slowly.

"Natalia."

She heard Elijah's voice through the door.

Kristof and Natalia looked at one another liked they had just gotten caught doing something wrong. They set down their blood bags and stood up, Kristof looked around the room for an escape route.

"No offense," he told her. "But I would rather not be on any Originals radar."

"I get it."

Kristof slid the glass door of the balcony and looked back at Natalia, "I'll find you later."

Natalia nodded her head and with that Kristof jumped.

Natalia turned back and walked towards the door, checking herself in the mirror quickly before opening it.

Opening the door revealed Elijah in an immaculate suit, as always.

"Elijah, what are you doing here?"

Elijah stepped inside, "Was I interrupting something?" He asked, looking around the room.

"Yes, actually." She said as she closed the door. "I had some company."

Elijah noticed the two half drunk blood bags on the table.

"I see." Natalia crossed her arms over her chest. "And what of your company? Gone so soon?" He asked, turning back around looking at Natalia.

"He would rather not meet you."

Elijah let out a small chuckle.

"Does this so happen to be Kristof?"

"How did you-? Damn it Rebekah."

"Yes, you know how terrible my sister can be with secrets."

"Wasn't exactly a secret," she told him, picking up the blood bag that was on the table and taking a sip.

"And yet he jumps form the balcony when I drop by, interesting."

Natalia rolled her eyes.

"My friend wants nothing to do with an Original, hence, why he left."

Elijah nodded his head.

"Friend," he said with amusement.

"Yes, I have some of those, Elijah."

"And is that all he is to you, a friend?" Elijah stood directly in front of her.

Despite their closeness Natalia stayed in place, it wasn't any of his business who she did or didn't associate with.

"You almost sound jealous, Elijah."

Elijah chose not to say anything, only continued to stare her down.

"Oh what's wrong, Elijah?" She teased. "Don't like to share?"

Elijah pushed Natalia against the wall, caging her with his arms.

"Not with what belongs to me."

"I haven't been yours for a long time."

"You've always been mine."

Natalia had nothing to come back with, she merely looked Elijah straight on, trying to show him that he had no effect on her. Although she was sure he could feel her heart beating against his chest that was pressed against hers.

Natalia couldn't help herself, her eyes dropped down to his lips, only briefly before meeting his eyes again. Elijah was looking down at her with a look that Natalia didn't recognize.

Elijah's head slowly dipped down, getting so close that his lips were mere centimeters from hers, hovering over them. She fought the urge to let her eyes flutter close, even though the pull to let him kiss her was overwhelming. His lips lightly brushed against hers, and that was all it took for her to close her eyes and welcome his lips against hers.

Elijah pressed his lips against hers in a powerful, desperate kiss. Natalia's hands took ahold of Elijah's jacket, grasping it in her hands as he pressed the length of his body against hers. It felt all too natural in this moment, kissing him felt like breathing in fresh air after nearly suffocating. Their lips moved in perfect sync, like they had never stopped.

She knew it was wrong, that she shouldn't of made it so easy for him. But she would let herself indulge in this one, seldom moment.

Elijah pulled away to kiss down her neck, and it was then Natalia shoved him away from her. Elijah stumbled back, startled.

"Leave," She told him.

"Natalia," he whispered, stepping towards her once more.

She held her hand out in front of her, motioning for him to stop.

"Go." Natalia did her best to hide the the way her voice wavered when she spoke, finding it difficult.

She could see the inner battle Elijah was having with himself, deciding whether or not to go.

"Please," She whispered, her voice faltering.

 Elijah straightened his suit out, and walked out the door.