THE VAMPIRE DAIRIES
S02:E19
C H A P T E R  E L E V E N:
Reconcile.

Down in the Salvatore cellar, Elena and Anastasiya tip toed. The walls were grey and crumbling, cobwebs filling empty corners. There it was, the metal door to a finer solution. Opening, the door creaked loudly. Anastasiya cringed at the sound, hoping there were no vampires around to hear it. Elena let go of the handle and stared at the suited man on the floor. Anastasiya looked from
him to Elena gesturing her in. The girls shuffled in, sitting down beside Elijah. Blood stained his suit around the dagger, his skin was grey and veiny. Elijah was dead. Elena gripped the dagger and glanced up at Anastasiya, who nodded. It was pulled from his chest.

They waited for what seemed like ages for Elijah to wake. "It doesn't usually take this long," Anastasiya commented, thinking over the memory she had gained last night. "Finn was daggered for nine hundred years and, yet, he woke within the hour." Elena smiled at her friend, admiring the way she knew the originals. In some way, Elena felt closer to Anastasiya ever since they learned they were blood.

"I have an idea," Anastasiya said as she picked up the dagger, "Nik gave Finn blood." Elena's eyes winded, her smile dropping.

"No, don't-" Anastasiya had already cut the tip of her finger. She held it over Elijah's lips, letting the blood drop into his mouth. A moment later, he gasped awake. His eyes widened as he stared at Elena.

"Elijah," she breathed out, surprised the blood had worked.

"Katerina," he gasped out. Anastasiya looked worriedly at him, fear and confusion swirled in his eyes. He wondered why her hair was perfectly straight when it was naturally curly, and why she smelled so human. Elijah wondered what twisted dream he had found himself in, one full of lust and agony. A nightmare filled with her face and his stinging chest. He wondered why Katerina had once again creeped into his nightmares and why Niklaus wasn't there to accompany her. Elijah stared at Katerina Petrova, not Katherine Pierce, in front of him. No, it wasn't Katherine Pierce, she haunted the dreams of another set of brothers. Katerina Petrova, still human and feigning a British accent, was the one who danced around him and Niklaus.

"Elijah," Elena whispered, she shushed him soothingly, "It's me, it's Elena."

"Oh..." he gasped for breath, "my god." Elijah's head met the ground again, his eyes closing. Anastasiya slowly reached out to touch him, but he jerked side ways and there was a sickening crack of his bones that made the girl cringe. He stood, Elena scrambling back in fear. Anastasiya stood with him, worry filling her features. "Ana... stasiya." She nodded quickly at him, wondering what was wrong. "I can't..." he tried again to fill his lungs, "I can't breathe! What's happening to me?" Elijah's eyes filled with fear, fear that Anastasiya couldn't even remember him being capable of. He tried to speed out, but ended up running into the wall. Elena ran to help him stand. Elijah felt stuck, yet there was a pull on his entire body. A pull that felt like a ghost haunting him to leave their land. He thought of the conjuring, and the witch who gave herself to the devil to protect her home. And then he looked up at Elena.

"Elena," Anastasiya spoke monotonously, realizing what was happening, "he's not invited in." Elijah glanced over at her as she spoke his thoughts.

"I can't..." Elijah gasped, "I can't be in this house. Get me out of here." He sped way, slamming into the wall outside of the cell and then disappearing. They followed him up the stairs and to the front door. He was there, panting and crouching in the sun. Anastasiya didn't realize until then how tattered Elijah and his suit truly were. Elena stopped in the doorway, causing Anastasiya to halt beside her. Elijah looked up at them angrily, and ran to get back in, but slammed into the invisible barrier over the threshold.

He looked at Elena, blaming her for this predicament, questioning, "What happened-"

"Shh!" She interrupted, putting a finger over her mouth and then pointing upstairs. Elijah looked up toward the ceiling, listening for the other vampires, and then back at the girls.

"I'll tell you," Elena compromised, whispering, "but not here." Then, she daringly asked, "Can I trust you?"

He glared at her, countering, "Can I trust you?"

Anastasiya looked between the two and whispered, "You both trust me and I trust you. So trust me when I say you can trust the other."

Elena hesitated, but slowly lifted the dagger to Elijah. He grabbed it slowly, watching Elena's every move.

~

Parking her car on the side of the road, Elena glanced at Anastasiya through the mirror. They gave each other warm smiles. Then, they both glanced at Elijah.

"You look better," Elena admitted, watching the color return to Elijah's skin.

"Could've tapped my vein, I've got a spare pint or so," Anastasiya joked, motioning from her neck to the blood bag in Elijah's hand.

He let out a hearty laugh, an amused smile forming on his face as he looked at her. Elena had realized that was the first time she'd seen such a genuine smile on his face.

"A pint, hmm? I think I would need more," Elijah teased, watching as Anastasiya rolled her eyes. He furrowed his brows and thought back to his waking moments. Elijah wondered, "Was it you who gave me her blood?"

Anastasiya blinked for a moment at the original, shocked that he had noticed. She turned her mouth into a smirk and commented, "How'd you notice?"

He gave an amused smile, and then straightened his face into seriousness as he admitted, "You're the only person I've come across who harbored blood that tasted of honey straight from the comb." Anastasiya couldn't help but blush as Elijah's stare lingered. It was such a weird and sweet complement, one that she had never heard alike to any of the others.

"Isn't warm blood better?" She awkwardly coughed, changing the topic from her blood to any blood at all. "Like hot chocolate instead of chocolate milk?"

"I don't know," Elijah made a small shrug, "Chocolate milk is pretty delicous. Besides, my brother would definitely put this dagger-" he pointed to the dagger on the dash "-back into my heart if I did what you implied." The platinum blonde didn't respond, silently agreeing with Elijah. She turned her head toward the window, looking at the scene outside of it. Elena looked between the two with a small smile, but it dropped as Elijah turned to her and asked, "Where did you get the dagger?"

"I'll tell you everything. But we have to work together, Elijah. I need your word," the doppelgänger told him, causing Elijah to scoff.

Anastasiya rolled her eyes, pointing out, "More like he needs yours." He smiled softly at the girl through the mirror, and then turned toward Elena responding coldly, "Your ability to make demands has long passed."

"No demands," Elena answered, putting up her hands as a surrender. "I'm offering you my help. And in return, I want yours."

Elijah raised a brow. "And why should I even consider this?"

"The same reason that you haven't killed me. You need my help to kill Klaus. And I need you," Elena reasons, making a great point. Elijah thought for a moment, and opened his mouth to respond. The phone in Elena's cup holder started to ring. Anastasiya frowned at the thought of Elijah being the harbinger of Niklaus' death, it didn't seem right. A shiver ran down her spine. She stopped thinking about the two in a death match and waited for Elena to put down her phone.

~

"He's here," Elena informed, shocking Elijah and causing Anastasiya to slightly smile.

"Klaus is here?" the original asked.

"He's taken over Alaric's body. Which I totally called, by the way," Anastasiya added, leaning on her hands atop the compartment between the two.

Elijah looked out in front of them, realizing, "Of course he has." He smirked over at the girls, "It's one of his favorite tricks."

"Well, what are his other tricks? What is he going to do next? You're the only one who knows him," Elena claimed, trying to get as much information out of Elijah as possible.

"Yes, I do," Elijah grumbled, remembering something from
the past.

"What?" Anastasiya gasped, "Don't act like I'm not sitting right next to you, 'Lijah. I know a lot of Nik's tricks that you would not." She sarcastically wiggled a brow at the Mikaelson.
The original scrunched his nose at the girl as she smirked over at him.

Elena's eyes widened as she glanced between the two. "Wait," she interrupted, "Elijah isn't the original you were in love with?"

"I never am with you Petrovas," Elijah sighed scornfully, looking over at Elena. "Always second best."

Anastasiya hit his shoulder, "That's not true!"

"No?" Elijah cocked a brow at her, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

~

The Lockwood Manson's massive door towered over the trio as they neared it. Elijah pressed the doorbell, smiling small as Carol Lockwood appeared.

The mayor smiled brightly, a welcoming smile that reached the corners of her eyes. "Elijah, Anastasiya, Elena! What are you doing here?" Glancing at Elijah's ripped and dirtied attire, she shrieked, "What happened?"

"I've had a bit of an incident, Carol. I'm hoping you could help..."

~

After Elijah had compelled a suit from Mayor Lockwood and sent her out- to wherever her original destination was- the trio made themselves at home in her living room.

"So, I assume that the Martin witches are no longer with us," Elijah claimed, looking to the side ever so slightly.

Elena guiltily looked away from the window and into her lap. "No," she confessed, eyes meeting Elijah's as he glanced over. "I'm sorry."

The original let no emotion spill into his eyes or taint his perfectly frozen face as he switched topics. "And Katerina? She would have been released from my compulsion when I died," he pointed out. Anastasiya sighed between the two, watching the sun glisten through the window. She remembered when Katherine came to visit her the night she was let out, the night Elijah died twice. "Katherine. Do you know how I died? I haven't gotten the chance to ask Elijah, yet." She remembered Katherine's all-knowing smirk, but was never told the answer to her question, the vampire had gone on as if it weren't even asked.

"Klaus took her," Elena told him, making a helpless face. Her mouth straightened into a line as she shrugged. "We- minus Anastasiya- think that she may be dead."

"I doubt that," Elijah reasoned, raising one brunet brow and quirking one side of his mouth up. "Not Klaus' style." His eyes drifted to Anastasiya as she stared out the window and then he reverted them back to Elena. "Death would be too easy for her after what she did."

"He wouldn't show her mercy," Anastasiya mumbled, watching leaves of trees blow in the wind. She thought of Klaus as a leaf in the wind, getting stuck in one place for a while, but blowing away in a second. He was there and then he wasn't. Just as her old life, her old memories, had done. She had been zoned out for a moment thinking about the vampire, but tuned back in to hear Elijah say, "Klaus is my brother." Elena's eyes were wide, her mouth hung open as if her jaw had been unhinged. Anastasiya fought back a laugh as she looked at her second cousin.

"I-I heard that. I'm still processing..." the doppelgänger mumbled, looking down at the table.

"Oh, my- You didn't know?" the platinum blonde couldn't hold it in. She didn't blame Elena, no one had told her directly that the two were related, but they were both original vampires and, "I said him and his siblings." Elijah looked from Anastasiya, a small smirk on his lips, to Elena. Her mouth was still opened and ready to catch a fly.

"I believe the term you're searching for is..." Elijah pretended as if he were conflicted on different options, furrowing and relaxing his brows in one movement. "O-M-G," he said, lifting his tea cup and taking a sip as Elena blinked rapidly.

"Hold on," Elena blinked, watching as Elijah stood and slowly walked around the living room. "You said 'his siblings.'" She looked from Elijah as he walked to a mirror, to Anastasiya as she watched the original in the corner of her eye. "That's plural." The platinum blonde looked over at the doppelgänger, her face blank and bored as if to say, 'So what?' She raised a single brow at the girl, who looked back at the vampire.

"My father was a wealthy land owner in a village in Eastern Europe-" he fixed his suit "-Our mother bore seven children." Elijah turned from the mirror and leaned on the fireplace below it, glancing at Anastasiya and then at Elena as she rose from her seat. Anastasiya was no longer looking in their direction and her eyes had moved back outside.

"So your parents were human?" Elena wondered, both hands on her hips and her face jutted out a bit. Her eyebrows stayed furrowed as she questioned the man. Anastasiya emotionlessly chuckled behind her.

"Our whole family was," Elijah began to explain, causing Elena to pull her head back and give a look of further confusion.

"Technically-" Anastasiya spoke up, briefly looking toward Elijah "-your mother and Kol were always supernatural. Witches." She said this, looking back toward the window, as she remembered the time Kol's eyes lit up with joy and love while explaining his time as a witch. In that moment, Anastasiya had wished Kol could be both vampire and witch, she still does. Elijah said nothing and turned toward Elena again.

"Our origin as vampires is a very long story, Elena. Just know..." He took a deep breath in. Elena broke her eye contact with him, thinking. "We're the oldest vampires in the world. We are the Original family, and from us all vampires were created."

"Right...but Klaus is your brother. And you want him dead?" the doppelgänger questioned, watching Elijah suspiciously. He wasn't looking at her anymore. The original's eyes had drifted to Anastasiya, who tucked hair behind her ear to listen to his response. She had still been watching the outside world, wondering why they had stayed in the Lockwood home. The Lockwood's had it nice, sure, but she wanted to be outside and watch as the leaves broke away from the trees.

Elijah sucked in a harsh breath and exhaled, "I need some air." He began to walk past the girls, toward the backyard that Anastasiya hadn't taken her eyes off. "I'm still feeling a tad...dead. Come." Elena turned, grabbing her jacket from Anastasiya's held out hand. The platinum blonde stood in front of Elena, glancing back to see if Elijah was waiting.

When she was sure he wasn't, she divulged, "He'll hesitate. Nik will do anything to survive and," she looked deeply into the brunette's curious doe eyes, wondering if divulging this information was logical, "no matter how much anger Elijah possesses, Klaus will always win. It may take a trick... or a treat that helps him defeat Elijah, but I promise you: Elijah can't kill his brother, Elena." The doppelgänger gulped, gave a quick nod, and then passed Anastasiya to leave. Shivers went up the girl's spine, and she stood still in the middle of the Lockwood living room.

~

"Nik, no! This is Elijah we're talking about," Anastasiya protested, walking beside the easel to get into the man's view.

"I'm not painting you today, love," the sandy blonde joked, making small movements with the brush in his hand, "and if I were..." he glanced up at her cheekily, "you'd be wearing less." The girl in front of him didn't even move, no blush riding to her cheeks. The only red on her cheeks was that of angry connotations. Niklaus fought back the urge to smile, she had reminded him of Tinkerbell. The blonde hair, red, angry face, and the stance she was in. He smiled, thinking of himself as the protagonist of Peter Pan, the movie Anastasiya forced him to see the past year. She had claimed he needed to see the movie that had come out just in the year before she'd met Kol. He wouldn't mind if the human girl joined him in the magical, supernatural world of the living dead, similar to what Wendy did with Peter, but he wanted her to live a full life.

She crossed her arms and scoffed, "He's your brother, Nik. You can't just-"

"Oh," he tutted, looking angrily at her, "but I can." His accent thickened when he was mad, and as much as she wanted to find it attracting, Anastasiya couldn't.

"Niklaus!" she scolded, taking the paint palette from his hands. "Elijah-"

"Is a bore," Klaus concluded, turning toward her and snatching the mixed paints back. They were different shades of mixed together blues of different hues and reds with white.

She lay a loving hand on his shoulder. "I know you don't truly want this." He humphed, but said nothing. "Please look at me." The vampire sighed, placing the art supplies on a table nearby and frowning at the girl.

"What do you want me to say?" he argued softly, "That he hasn't betrayed my trust yet again?" he began to pace around the room in the perfectly white home. "That he hasn't gone behind my back to find her? That he hadn't introduced you to her?" His voice had become louder as he spoke of the things Elijah had done to disappoint him. It never reached a yell, though. Anastasiya rushed up to him, grabbing him by the shoulders and feeling her hands down to his, holding them tightly.

"Please don't do this, Nik."

~

Anastasiya turned around in the Lockwood house, seeing no one in any direction, the memory fading out. Everything had seemed so real, his hands, his radiating anger, the warmth he gave off, his nature-y smell, the fabric of his silk t-shirt. She sighed, and went into the large backyard of the Lockwoods'.

Anastasiya hadn't admitted it until now, watching the original converse with Elena, but she had felt him before he even turned up into her life. She knew Elijah was coming, just didn't understand her own knowledge. And she knew, as Isobel had said, that Klaus was coming. The platinum blonde felt a stronger pull when she knew of Klaus, but with them both in the same city it was strange. The gravitational pull gave her a rush of emotions. Her memories came back as she was still awake, they arrived from thin air and stopped her movement.

Elijah and Elena glanced back, noticing the girl hadn't said a thing for a moment and then realizing she wasn't there at all. What had surprised them, wasn't where she stood a few feet behind them, but the look on her face. It was a plethora of emotions, those of good and bad connotations. Her eyes were betrayed, as if someone had stolen her favorite treasure. They were brooding like she was in the middle of saving a friend. Curious, as if to wonder why something had happened. There was a glimmer of joy in them, and Anastasiya hated the joy she felt. Overall, she was even more confused than before.

The platinum blonde watched as Elena grabbed the phone from Elijah's hand, answering it and ending it all in a flash. She talked to the original and then ran off.

"Elijah!" Anastasiya called, demanding for him to step toward her.

~

"Elijah!" Anastasiya cried, pulling at his right arm as the other held Klaus up onto the wall by his neck. Eyes wide and face tear-stained, the platinum blonde pulled at Elijah, knowing it would do nothing.

"He's been doing it to me for centuries now," Elijah complained, squeezing his brother's neck.

"Be the better man! Isn't that what you stand for? Loyalty, Honorability?" she pleaded, watching as both the brother's eyes softened when they met her tear-filled ones. She had never feared Elijah, but the fear in her eyes was for Klaus. She knew he couldn't die, but he could be wounded.

~

When the girl came back to reality, the man was right in front of her. His hands were on her shoulders and his eyes searching for any sign of life.

"Elijah..." she blinked, her eyes focusing back on him.

Anastasiya never realized how many different ways you could say one man's name, but she had said Elijah's in almost every way imaginable over the course of her two lives. And she slowly began to remember it.

"Stasiya?" he questioned warily, wondering if she was alright to stand on her own.

"I have to go," she decided, turning away from him.

"To find my brother?" She stopped, hesitating whether to turn around and say an apology for leaving him alone, but she didn't turn and made her way back up the brick stairs in the Lockwood yard.

~

When Anastasiya had arrived at Alaric's apartment that night, she hadn't expected to see what she did. She had stopped to grab food at the Mystic Grill, having barley eaten all day, and then walked over to the apartment. The sight she saw made her wonder how long it had taken her from the Lockwood Mansion to the Saltzman Apartment.

Twiddling her thumbs as she waited for someone to answer the door, Anastasiya glanced down the hall. She looked back after the door opened, and her eyes nearly popped from her skull.

"Hello, Stasi," he smirked down at the girl, an unreadable twinkle in his eyes.

"Nik," she gasped. She felt as if all her breath had been knocked out and all she could do was stare into his ocean eyes until suffocation.

Anastasiya couldn't believe her eyes. She breathed in sharply, practically inhaling his nature-y scent she had missed. He smelt of Sandalwood and Eucalyptus, but also like the ocean breeze. "You look..." she glanced up and down. He wore a button-up white shirt that was loose at the top, a black suit-like jacket with cuff links, and simple black pants and shoes. A necklace, tucked under his shirt, hung around his neck and his hair was clean-cut to fit the twenty-first century. Anastasiya remembered the feeling of his necklace in her hands.

"Looking less like Tony Curtis and more like Boston," she joked, watching his smirk turn into and amused smile.

"How are you..." he trailed off, staring into the emerald eyes he'd missed so much.

She sighed, looking apologetically into his eyes, "I was hoping you could tell me."

"You know," he sighed and his eyes glossed over, "we used to poke fun at Marilyn Monroe and Tony Curtis. Spent time with them, recreated their photos for laughs around the table, you and I were stars of the show."

"We..." she laughed, almost as if he were joking, "we knew Marilyn Monroe and Tony Curtis? As friends?" It sounded crazy leaving his mouth, and even crazier leaving hers. She giggled at the thought.

"You truly don't remember?" he questioned, his voice low and distant.

"Where are your manners, Niklaus? Won't you invite me in?" she teased, watching as his smirk returned. He looked back into the apartment and then stepped into the hall with her, closing the door behind him. She hadn't stepped back soon enough, and their chests were almost touching. Anastasiya wouldn't lie to herself, she didn't mind the closeness of their bodies.

"We should go somewhere less crowded," he suggested, stepping back and holding his elbow out for her to grab. She blinked, pulling herself
out of her daze and wondering if Alaric was in the apartment, and stepped foreword. Her arm wrapped around his and they glanced at each other.

~

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