"AURELIA," STEFAN LOOKED AT THE DOOR at the call of the familiar name, spotting Aurelia just as she walked into the room and shut the door behind her. "What happened? Is something wrong?" Elena continued to ask, looking away from the wall she had been facing.

Not answering immediately, Aurelia's eyes scanned the entire room and the half-painted walls, before they focused on the paint rollers in Elena and Jeremy's hands. She then scrunched her nose up in slight disgust. "This reeks of paint." She remarked dryly. "What's the occasion?"

"Uh," Elena paused before responding. "Alaric stayed here, so we thought to paint the walls... I just wanted some sort of distraction..." Her voice quietened as she reached the end of the sentence, spotting Aurelia's expression dampen considerably. "I'm sorry he left you so quickly, Aurelia, I know you two were—"

"He's...gone." Aurelia spoke fast. "There's no need to talk about him if you want to move on, right? So stop talking about Alaric." She said, her tone turning uncomfortably assertive. With a small and timid nod, Elena fell silent. "Anyway, Damon told me to come here."

"Damon?" Stefan asked, his interest and concern coming into display. "Why would Damon ask you to come here?" With a small shrug, Aurelia pulled her phone out from her jeans, turning it on quickly so that she could open her messages.

"He said," She cleared her throat once, scrolling through the chat. "Yeah, he said, "Get your ass to Elena's place and do it right now. This isn't a joke, so don't screw around." Word for word." She elaborated, raising her head from the screen while Stefan took a moment to look at it. "Uh.. the rest of the texts are just him and I chatting." She cleared, switching the device off quickly. "None of your business." He then stared at her with suspicion for a quick second before Elena cut in.

"Do you know why?" She asked, making the vampire shrug. "You... came here without asking him about the details—"

"Look, Elena," Aurelia said pointedly. "I assume from the way he texted me that it's not just to hang out or drink. Something's wrong, and I trust him enough to tell me after he gets here." Elena hummed in submission to the elder, who then looked back at the walls. "Did you only have a darker grey?"

"Well—" That was when Aurelia's phone rang loudly, disturbing the conversation and making the doppelganger jump slightly.

"Caroline." She said, staring at the caller ID. "I just saw her before she got to the school..." Picking up the call, Aurelia placed it next to her ear with a curious expression, turning away from the small group to focus on her sister. "Care, hey. Did you forget something at home?"

"Aurelia!" The desperate and fear-filled tone of Caroline's voice made the hairs on the nape of Aurelia's neck stand instantly. "Aurelia! The school, please, help me! He's alive, he's here—" She stopped speaking as a terrified sob left her lips, increasing Aurelia's concern by tenfold. "Please!"

"Caroline? Who's there?" She asked in a tone that was hurried and worried more than anything else. "Caroline! What's going on?!" She continued to ask, the volume of her voice only growing more and more as she spoke. "Can you hear me?!"

"Al—" As Caroline proceeded to answer, her voice suddenly turned more muffled than before, almost to the point where Aurelia was unable to make out what she was saying. "Mmph! Mmph!" In response, the vampire could only yell for her descendant and beg for her to answer her, the back of her throat stinging as she felt worse and worse.

"Caro—" There was a loud beep, and her fingers considerably loosened, letting the phone slip through and fall on the carpeted ground with a muffled thud. She ignored the device and focused only on the thought of the younger blonde in grave danger. "Shit!" She shrieked through welled up eyes as she punched the wall with enough force to tear her skin open. "I need to go the school, now."

Without listening to the countless questions that Stefan, Elena, and Jeremy had, she left the room in a hurry and practically slid down the stairs in an attempt to get to her sister as fast as possible.

However, as soon as she aggressively swung the main door open, she froze at the sight of a slouching, wide-eyed Damon Salvatore and a half-conscious, bleeding Bonnie Bennet hanging onto his shoulder with a single arm as she rested her weight on his support. The latter's 20's attire from the previous night was still on, but stained with the blood dripping profusely from her jugular vein.

The red liquid distracted Aurelia for a moment, causing her eyes to linger on the witch's bleeding throat for much longer than necessary. She felt herself salivate slightly at the scent of the tempting means of survival for her species; her eyes had already turned a violent red as the blood vessels underneath the sockets began to swell with the increased blood pressure.

"Aurelia, snap out of it!" Damon scolded. "This is not the damn time for you to get hungry!"

"What the hell is going on?" Stefan asked, walking downstairs towards the door, looking at the pair on the doorstep. "Can anybody explain the situation here?" Damon looked at his brother briefly.

"We have a problem."

"YOU'RE TELLING ME RIGHT NOW," Aurelia's expression was one of clear shock and rage as she posed her question with a tone that she struggled to keep from getting loud and aggressive. "That Alaric Saltzman, the kind man who decided not to subject the entire vampire race to death by dying," She fixed her deathly gaze on an equally stressed out Damon. "Has already transitioned?!" She finished incredulously. "I thought you were standing guard outside the damn crypt!"

"Don't blame me," Damon defended, raising his arms up in surrender. "Blame Bonnie the blood bank. She fed him." Not even sparing a single glance at the Bennett witch—who Elena had been tending to with a wet towel after Damon fed her some of his blood—she fired back in anger.

"You are a vampire! She is a mortal! What could she have—" She was interrupted by Stefan, who had done it to push down the blonde's temper—which could have turned violent, had it gone any further than it already had.

"Well, where's the stake?"

"Oh, you mean the white oak one?" A sarcastic tone began to set in as Damon answered. "The one that can kill an Original and wipe out an entire line of vampires?" Aurelia continued to glare at him. "We don't know."

"I have no time for this." She hissed. "I'm going to the school to find Caroline; she's in some sort of serious trouble and I will not risk a single scratch or bruise that she receives," She took a deep breath when she turned back towards the door. "So, if you'll excuse me, I'll be—" When she opened the door once again, she groaned loudly, attracting everyone's attention. "What do you want, now? I have somewhere to be!"

"Aurelia, dearest," Klaus questioningly raised an eyebrow at her. "I'd expect this sort of behavior from one of the people standing behind you, but you?" He clicked his tongue multiple times and shook his head. "Disappointed. Have you switched sides already?" With an expression of disbelief, Aurelia looked between the Salvatore and Mikaelson a few times.

"How does one even come to that conclusion?" She asked, retaining the disbelieving tone. "No, Damon called me here to tell me that Alaric Saltzman turned, but that's something I'd like to handle a little later. Now, I'm going to—"

"Oh, I know all about my mother's immortal creation. I'm leaving town and am only here to pick up necessities. Spare tire, flashlight, doppelganger." He replied coolly, leaning on the door frame with the both of his hands. Elena—logically—hadn't invited him into the house and hence, given him no way to pass the age-old barrier spell on the door. "You'd know, wouldn't you, sister?"

"Whatever, get whatever you want, now let me—" Aurelia felt the need to screech when she felt Damon pull her backwards and slam the door shut on the Original Hybrid's face. "What the hell, Damon? I'm trying to leave and you're not letting me!"

"Where's Elena?" Jeremy asked, having walked down the stairs towards the group. "She's not in her room right now. She just left Bonnie to get her phone." Stefan looked at the other parts of the house in view, and shook his head as a way to say that he couldn't see her either. "Where'd she go?"

A few moments of calling Elena's number and her name throughout the house had passed too quickly, and Aurelia could only feel herself getting more and more agitated.

"What's going on?" Bonnie finally spoke up, walking to the living room as she stared at Stefan's concerned appearance. "Guys?" Aurelia humorlessly laughed when she walked out of the garage. "What happened—"

"Car's gone." She replied, clicking her tongue several times. "Our dearest doppelganger bolted. Now she's out in the open for Klaus to track her down. Hurray." She rolled her eyes and fell back onto the couch with an exasperated huff. She wasn't surprised that Elena had gone straight back to the martyr complex she had developed, but that didn't mean she couldn't curse her out.

Not that she wanted Klaus to fail in acquiring what he wanted, but the doppelganger could've made a small attempt to keep herself out of said danger. There wasn't any listed reason for her to—

"AH, DUCK!" Damon abruptly called, making her look at him in confusion.

The unmistakable sound of glass shattering made Aurelia snap her head to her left and raise her forearms up in reflex at the shards and shards of glass heading straight towards her at full speed. A small wince left her lips when she felt some smaller pieces cut through her skin and stay superficially embedded in there, leaving a bit of room for droplets of blood to trail down her palms and exposed forearms.

"Holy shit!" She had to exclaim, getting to her feet as she saw Klaus on the lawn that the now broken window oversaw. "What was that for, Nik?!" She yelled angrily, letting her older nickname for the man slip through. "Last I checked, I haven't done anything to you, but now I have stupid fu—" She hissed when she moved her arms within his line of vision. "What is wrong with you?!" She glared menacingly at the hybrid, who simply shrugged at he tossed a roll of newspaper up and down.

"Wasn't aiming for you, love!" He called back, before nodding towards an area she didn't bother figuring out. "Damon Salvatore! Consider this a sign that you probably want to let me in!" He shouted in a louder, more assertive tone that had Aurelia turn around and look at the man in question.

"Get these out of my hands, Damon." She warned, fixing her glare on him. "Now. If you want all this to stop." Damon looked away from the Mikaelson standing in the lawn and stared down at her small cuts. "Don't just stand there! I have this mess to fix and then look for my sister! Work faster!" With a quick nod or two, he began picking at the shards in her palms. "Someone, figure out where the doppelganger went! I'm stopping Klaus from pissing me off further."

"But why wouldn't she tell anyone where she was going?!" Bonnie hurriedly asked, walking towards the pair as Aurelia shrugged once.

"She's a martyr, Bennett. Figure it out yourself. She is not my priority." She replied sharply, tone laced with venom. Damon swallowed quietly, moving on to the shards on the blonde's forearms. "My priority is getting Klaus' help to find Caroline. That starts with stopping him from tearing this whole damn house down." She then felt a wave of relief wash over her arms; a result of Damon's now finished work. "Thank you. I'm going to get out of here now."

Her luck happened to evaporate into thin air yet again as she headed for the door. As she walked into the hallway with the entrance, the door itself was flung back towards her with an aggressively strong force. Her eyes widened as she comprehended what was happening and jumped out of the way before she could get hit by the door and the soccer ball that had knocked it down.

"Damn him!" She mumbled, watching the wooden object collapse onto the floor before Stefan while the ball whizzed right past his cheek. As it hit the wall and bounced backwards, Aurelia caught it and held it in her grip, moving back to the doorway with a murderous expression that rivaled Klaus'.

When she looked at the fence pickets in his hands she shook her head slowly in irritation. "Aurelia Parker, out of the way! I don't want you dying because of something your ex-lover and his brother are refusing to do!" He warned, making her clench her jaw and apply a good amount of pressure on the soccer ball.

It deflated almost instantly, and she threw it to the side before stubbornly and challengingly folding her arms as she stood in the same spot. "Try me." She stated, before moving to the left when he flung one picket right into the house, just over her shoulder.

It stopped only when it buried itself into the wall just about Damon's head, while the vampire just looked at the hybrid. "Missed me!" He mocked smugly; eyes still fixed on Klaus as the latter broke the second fence picket in half.

Without a moment to pause, he aimed the picket at Damon, who dodged it just as it brushed his jacket.

"Missed me again!" He shamelessly taunted, before flinching when another picket unexpectedly came for him—only for Aurelia to effortlessly catch it and throw it back at her brother-figure, who simply let it fly past him.

That was when she felt her phone let out a small 'Beep!' and vibrate in her pocket for a few short seconds until it subsided. Choosing to ignore it and rather focus on the Hybrid trying to get into the house, she raised her head to look for him, but found the lawn empty—or at least what she could see of it while she was indoors.

Just as a sudden silence began to fall over the group in the house, Stefan's phone rang much too loudly, making Bonnie flinch when the she heard the first set of rings. "Who's calling you?" Aurelia hissed, craning her head to find the younger Salvatore.

"...Alaric." He slowly stated, as if unsure himself. Hesitantly picking up, he placed the phone on speaker and held it close to his mouth while the other three people around him remained quiet to hear the words exchanged in the unexpected call.

SHOVING HIS LIGHTER BACK IN HIS POCKET, Klaus proceeded to grip onto the white, propane tank with his free hand, while holding onto the second rolled up newspaper—the top of which was covered in flames of orange and yellow—ready to burn down the house with the use of fire and gas.

Aurelia was practically immortal with her ring; but she'd get out of the house instantly with the sight of fire, so it would be beneficial for him and her.

With a conniving smile, he walked right towards the Gilbert Property, coming to a stop when he stood within the group's line of vision. Much to his surprise, he saw Aurelia and Stefan walk towards the doorway, the former with a raging demeanor that anyone knew better than to mess with.

He wanted her out of their house and next to him, out of harm's way.

"Klaus Mikaelson, put that out right now before I rip both of your arms off and feed them to some dogs in this town!" She warned, eerily calm as she often was while making threats. He recalled that it was a strategy she made use of to evoke more fear. "There are more important things than your damn doppelganger and I need you to help me sort them out." While Stefan stayed at the doorframe, Aurelia stepped out and down the steps of the porch, only stopping when she was a few feet away from him.

"You're not trying to stop me, are you?" He had to ask—against his instinct to trust her; he knew she wouldn't go against him, but the situation displayed otherwise. "This isn't what I let you stay here for." She simply shook her head with gritted teeth.

"Alaric just called." She began slowly. "Elena isn't here; she's with him in the high school." Raising an eyebrow at the still lit-up newspaper, she continued. "You know who else is at the high school? Caroline Forbes. You know, my descendant; the one I have a soft spot for? Yeah, she left the house in a cheerful mood to go run a few errands at the school, and not even an hour later, I get a phone call from her." She then snatched the rolled up newspaper away from him. "She's begging for me to save her. Can you put two and two together?"

"...Alaric..." Klaus' agitation simply vanished. "He has Caroline and Elena, doesn't he?" With a small nod, Aurelia threw the newspaper to the ground and furiously stomped her foot on it to put the fire out—partially releasing her pent up anger, from what Klaus could make out. "Aurelia—"

"I need you to help me get my sister back before the bastard hurts her more than he has already. And that starts with teaming up with these people," She gestured to the three supernatural beings and human stepping outside the house behind her. "Because guess what? They like Caroline, too."

"How do you know they're not asking us to walk into a certain death?" He inquired, switching his gaze to the group. "They might want to get rid of us, after all." As if she expected for him to say that, she began to smile.

"Of course they do, Klaus, they're not insane." She turned her head a little so that she could get a good look at them. "But the thing is, if you die, there's a one in four chance they die, a hundred percent chance that Caroline's boyfriend, Tyler—your little hybrid—dies..." She trailed off. "And you know the rest."

"I don't mind taking those odds." Damon stated with a cool tone.

"And a hundred percent chance that I die." She added on with perfect timing, chuckling victoriously when she said his concern appear so quickly. "As you all know, I'm an Original Groupie. I was turned by Klaus' blood." She spun around to face them. "And knowing you two brothers—" She pointed at the two of them. "You don't want me to die, which means you can't have Klaus die."

"So you're from his bloodline?" Stefan asked incredulously, looking at the Hybrid behind her. Aurelia rolled her eyes.

"I just said that, Stefan." She groaned. "Get on with the damn program. Anyway, we need a plan where none of us die." She glanced at all three beings standing idly. "So, help me make one up! I need my sister out of that school ASAP!"

"How about..." Klaus spoke, coming up to stand next to her. "Damon sneaks in and distracts Alaric, while Stefan grabs Elena and carries her to safety?" At his idea, Aurelia harshly slapped the back of his neck. "I raised you better than that—"

"I don't give two shits, Klaus." She cut him off with an expression that matched her matter-of-factly tone. "Come up with a plan where no one dies, and my sister gets out first." Her slight scolding make him sigh quietly.

"My mom," Bonnie suddenly spoke in between. "She used a desiccation spell on Klaus' father; one that immobilized him for fifteen years. If I can get it, I might be able to use it on Alaric." Her proposal made the eldest two vampires exchange unreadable glimpses.

"If? Might?" Aurelia asked. "You sound unsure, Bennett."

"As if you know any better, Aurelia." Bonnie retorted, making the vampire humorlessly laugh at her weak comeback.

"I do, actually." Ignoring the witch's confused