Angel nodded her head along to the tune of There Ain't No Rest for the Wicked. She was currently in her car, driving to the house of the devil himself: the one and only Niklaus.

He had heard that the doppelgänger was recently turned, and he was not happy. Angel grinned lifelessly at the thought of his anger; she just had to witness it first hand. Anger was a beautiful emotion to the blonde girl. It was so complex, built off of other feelings. It was also so common that it was unique, and everybody reacted differently to it. It was just wonderful.

Her lips pursed in a cool line at the memory of the events that occured a few days ago.

She had sent Kol away, but not before he vowed to get her back.

Angel was not angry at Kol. No, Kol did what he did out anger, and his emotions were heightened. He was always impulsive, and his actions were out of complete rashness. She knew he regretted what he did; she was actually surprised by the amount of guilt Kol felt when he was around her. No, Angel was not mad. She simply didn't care.

Angel did not have time, nor did she care, to have a love life. She was done with the thought of love and happiness. She was done with the thought of sadness and sorrow as well. She was done with feeling things; emotions just got in the way of everything. Emotions stripped you of your logic and train of thought, and Angel was to the point where thinking was all she truly cared about.

But everything meant nothing now. She had saved her family, took care of Elena's fate, and she was now going to ensure the survival of the Salvatore brothers and her sister.

Emotions were such pesky little things.

Angel felt nothing, yet she remembered what she used to feel. Feelings were maybe not in her heart, but they were in her mind. So, to some extent, she still cared for the Mikaelsons and Salvatores.

It was all so very complex.

She pulled up to the large, glamorous mansion she knew the family had claimed. A dull smirk latched itself onto her lips, as she grabbed the bow-adorned, forest-scented candle from the passenger seat. Her smirk stayed coldly intact, while her fist quietly knocked on the tall door.

Her head tilted in faux sweetness, as the door violently swung open. Her eyes bore dangerously into the pleased orbs of the most composed Original out of the bunch.

"Elijah. How've you been, sweetie?"

"I've been well, Angelikah. And yourself?"

Angel frowned slightly at her old viking name. No one truly ever called her by her full names. During the greek times, it was Angele. Viking period, it was Angelikah. During Katarina's time, it was Angeliah. Currently, it was Angelina. But the only constant was Angel. She was always Angel.

Her identity was all she ever really had.

"My name's Angel," she corrected, while a cold smile sat hatefully on her cracked lips. "And I've been well. Thanks for asking."

"Is your name not Angelina in this time period?"

"Angel," she snapped, "call me Angel."

He nodded slightly, understanding gliding through his eyes. That's something she despised about Elijah. He always understood her motives. He trusted her, so he never questioned her. Well, she supposed that that was the same for all the Mikaelsons. But Elijah knew. He knew her story, and he knew how she became what she did. He knew how miserable she was, and he know how broken she now is.

Angel hated that. She did not want his sympathy and pity. She didn't want anything from anyone.

"I've missed you."

Angel coughed up a diluted laugh. She had been hearing that a lot lately, but she didn't believe any of it. She didn't trust really anything anyone said anymore; how could they miss her, when they were the ones to let her go in the first place?

"And I brought you a house-warming present." Holding the candle she had out to him, she cheekily flashed a fake grin.

Elijah took the candle from her with gentle hands. "Thank you," he quietly said, "would you like to come in?"

"Well, isn't that noble of you," she laughed, while strolling through the door, "allowing a stranger into your home."

"You're hardly a stranger."

Angel shrugged in a lazy manner, while she continued to walk through the house to Niklaus' art studio. She knew that's where he would be.

"You've come for more than just a welcome visit, haven't you," he asked, rhetorically.

Angel hummed. She always had an agenda.

"Knock, knock, Mr. Big-Bad-Wannabe Wolf." She smiled mockingly at the blue-eyed man, as she strolled into the large studio.

"Angel, what a nice surprise. I don't know how I survived so many years without your snide comments."

"Me neither, Nik. What have you been up to? Well, besides your evil scheming of murdering my sisters."

He smiled tightly. "It's not murder, love. It's revenge and sacrifice."

"That doesn't even make sense."

He rolled his eyes, while his lips twitched into an amused smirk.

"What can I help you with, darling?"

Angel shrugged, glancing over her shoulder at Elijah. "Lijah, sweetie, I don't need a knight in shining Italian wool to protect me."

Niklaus smirked at his brother, but his smug look quickly vanished and turned into an eye roll at Angel's next comment.

"Especially from a dog with no bite."

It was Elijah's turn to hide a smile. "As you wish," he responded cordially, "I will excuse myself."

Angel smiled sweetly as the man in a suit pulled the door closed. She lazily flicked her wrist to cast a silencing spell before turning her gaze to the blue-eyed Original.

She raised a brow, as her beautiful orbs that were once filled with untamable chaos flickered around the different paintings. "You always had such graceful talent," she mumbled, while her fingers traced the crumbling golden frame of the nearest artwork.

He eyed her closely. He could see it. The coldness that surrounded her. Her eyes were glassed over with dispassionate desolation, and her aura seemed to be dipped in a numbed harshness.

She looked the same, though. She was still excruciatingly beautiful. Of course, she did not have the kind of innocent beauty the doppelgängers were blessed with. Angel's beauty was almost cruel to those around her. Her beauty was cold, alluring, and taunting. It dared you to come close, to bask in the melancholy and misery that lived underneath the layers of  exquisiteness​.

"Kol's not here," Niklaus muttered, almost bitterly.

"I'm aware of that. I came to see you."

"Me? Well, isn't that just a dream come true."

Angel scoffed before crossing her arms and turning to face him once more.

"You came all this way to this shit hole of a town to be freed of your curse, and it was all in vain. I actually feel kind of bad."

They both knew she didn't feel bad, but she wasn't proud of what she had done. She was indifferent. Killing Elena was simply a task on her to-do list.

"Well, yes, it is quite a dilemma I'm in. The death of your twin has caused me many issues. It seems all your twins have that pesky little habit."

"How annoying," she laughed, mockingly.

"So that's why you came? To relish in my failure?"

"Of course not. I actually came to make a deal with you."

"Ah, your legendary deals. How about you just tell me what you want so I can give it to you."

Angel bit her tongue. "Back to the deal," she sighed, "I can give you 4 things: two truths and two actions that will cease your cravings."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just tell me what you want, love."

Her eyes bore straight into his. "In return, you will do four things for me. You will spare my current family. Let them live. Second, you will spare Katerina. Let her live in peace. Third, you will leave the Salvatore boys alone. They are not worth your time. And lastly, you will owe me one favor."

Niklaus let out a loud laugh. "Why would I do any of that?"

"What I will give you is well worth it. So, what do you say? Do we have a deal?"

She held out her hand, and he looked at it hesitantly.

"Come on, darling," she whispered, "wanna make a deal with the devil?"

Her dull eyes suddenly gleamed with deviousness. After releasing a breath, he gently grasped her hand.

"Oh, good. My arm was getting tired."

"Just tell me what you know."

"Well, that's a lot to tell."

"You know what I mean, Angel."

She bit her lip. That had become a habit for her. She circled around him, almost as if she were analyzing him, seeing all of his fears, doubts, and emotions. Like she was unearthing everything he had worked so hard to bury.

"Your curse. Breaking it would allow you to unlock your dormant side, yes, but you would not be able to create hybrids."

His eyes flashed. "What the bloody hell does that mean," he hissed.

She calmly stood behind him, while her finger began to run along his shoulders, making him shiver.

"In order to create hybrids, you would need the doppelgänger's blood. So you killing her in the ritual would put quite a kink in your plan, huh?"

He grit his teeth. "That's not true."

"I have no reason to lie, unlike mommy dearest."

His jaw fell agape, but he shook his head. "What else is there?"

The blonde hummed. "Your mother is going to come back. She will deceive you all. The woman regrets turning her children and now views you and your siblings as abominations. Trusting her would be a mistake."

Niklaus looked lost for a few seconds, before his frosty facade snapped back into place. "What else?"

A small smile split onto her face. She knew what was next would cause him a sense of comfort.

"I can break it. The curse."

"What," he demanded, spinning around and gripping her shoulders.

"And, finally, I can grant you the ability to make hybrids."

Niklaus gazed at the girl before him in wonder. He and Angel had always been close when he was a human. He had always known she was powerful, but he could have never estimated just how powerful she was.

"What?"

"Yes," Angel nodded.

"But...Couldn't you of.." Niklaus was at a loss for words. That amused the seductive blonde greatly.

"I never thought I'd see the great Niklaus become speechless due to little old me." She grinned at him teasingly. "How delicious."

He shook his head. "You could have helped me earlier. Katerina could have lived a human life." Nothing made sense with Angel. Nothing ever did.

Her eyes glazed with chilling coldness once again. "There's always more to a story than just the summary, sweetheart."

"What's more to it? You could have gave me what I wanted all those years ago, then I wouldn't of went through all that with Katerina, and she would not have committed suicide."

"Don't," she hissed. "Don't blame me for the consequences of your insecurities. I tried to do something. I spent weeks slaving over boiling herbs, spilling so much of my own blood into my researches to the point of feeling dizzy. I wrote pages after pages of spells and committed unspeakable sins against the balance of nature to protect my twin."

"What are you blabbering on about," the vampire snapped. He hated how she knew him so well. "She told me about leaving a sister behind. About leaving you behind. You weren't around to protect her."

Angel spat out a laugh at his ignorance. "Darling, I am the master at lurking in the shadows. I was there the whole time! Especially after learning that you got a hold of her!"

Nothing about Angel ever made sense.

She noticed his annoyed confusion and continued.

"When Katerina left, I found her. Of course I did not allow her to know. I stayed in the shadows and made sure she was safe. After you and Elijah got a hold of her, I began my work on a potion. I knew you were going to sacrifice her. And if I did the spell, I knew you would just kill her because of her worthlessness after you received what you wanted. Besides, I noticed that she and Elijah had grown close. I didn't want to interrupt them with my presence."

Angel sighed. This was boring; she was tired of explaining.

"Anyway," she continued, "when the night of the ritual grew closer, I planned a secret meeting with Elijah. I passed on my finished work to him."

Niklaus' eyes widened. "You met with my brother? Behind my back?"

Angel smirked. "Who do you think gave him the elixir or resurrection? Who do you think was powerful enough to create it?"

Klaus shook his head again. "I wasn't even aware it worked."

"Well, I created it, so of course it does."

"Then why wouldn't you give it to Elena instead of killing her?"

The girl huffed. Why couldn't anyone keep up?

"First of all, Elena was going to become a vampire no matter what. Second of all, my other reasons are none of your business."

The truth was, if she didn't turn her sister when she did, then the rest of the family would die. Also the fact that one of the Salvatore boys would most likely shove their blood down her throat in a display of idiocy was also a factor in Angel's actions. Elena's death was for the best, and Angel knew that.

"Back to the story. So, the gist of what happened was that Katerina ran and turned herself into a vampire. I went back to our old little shack and waited for her to return. And that's that."

"You're so complicated, Angel."

She waved him off. "Let's just get this over with. In a weeks time, we will preform the rituals. You keep your word, and I will keep mine."

With one more snide smile flashed his way, she began her exit to the door.

"Wait, do you not want to have dinner? We haven't seen each other in ages."

"No, I have to go. But, hey, be careful! I think the little girl with a red hood's looking for you."

"You aggravate me."

"What can I say? I am a Petrova, after all."