"WHY THE URGENT CALL, HM?" Aurelia looked around the grand parlor, before fixating her eyes on the abstract painting in progress that sat on an easel before Klaus. "What meaning is that supposed to have?" She asked, a skeptical look passing through her features. "And where is Rebekah? She's the one who texted me to come here."

"Late," Klaus replied, eyes fixed on his artwork. "Obviously."

"By seven minutes." Both heads turned towards Rebekah Mikaelson, who stood a few feet away from Aurelia with a familiar, roughly carved stake in her grip. "And before you ask why, it's because Alaric didn't want to hand the stake over. Lucky for us, I'm quite the charmer." With a quick raise of her eyebrow, Aurelia couldn't help but laugh.

"You'd have been more believable," When she began her comment, Rebekah's gaze shot over to her too fast and too cautiously for comfort. "...had you not mentioned the last part."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rather than an angry tone, Aurelia frowned at the slow and confused pace that Rebekah spoke with.

"Irrelevant." Klaus ruled out before the youngest in the room could raise a question. "That's the last of the stakes, isn't it?" With a quick nod from his half-sister, he took a look at Aurelia. "Considering you've done quite the job at keeping the Salvatores at bay, especially at what you pulled with them. I only told you to threaten Stefan, but you made a rather lovely play out of it."

"Your point is?" The stormy-eyed vampire snapped back with her question, barely interested in reviewing whatever took place with Stefan the preceding night.

"That you should do the honors of destroying the last thing that can kill us." He answered, making her roll her eyes.

"All of the praise for that?" She asked, gesturing for Rebekah to hand her the stake. "But now that you're offering me the pleasure of burning this little piece of wood, I'll gladly take it." She then smiled as Rebekah threw the stake towards her. "Heavier than I thought." She remarked, before aiming it right at the burning fireplace near Klaus.

She sharply shot it right into the flames, letting the orange and red engulf the wooden weapon with a prominent singed black layer. "Now there's that. We're officially immortal to any physical weapon that could've killed us." Rebekah observed happily.

"Pack your bags, the both of you." Klaus finally spoke. "We're leaving." Aurelia's eyes widened considerably at his sudden change of topic. "Don't stare, it's rude."

"Do manners matter right now?" She incredulously asked. "You just asked us to ditch town with you, focus on that!" He stopped his painting to look at her skeptically. "I'll be more specific: you're asking me to just leave Caroline! I've only known her months, and you... centuries!" She exasperatedly defended herself. "Yeah, there's really nothing keeping you here except a small crush, but that small crush you have is my sister's descendant—who I consider my own sister now."

"Phones exist, darling." He coolly retorted, keeping his paintbrush down on a paint splattered stool that she had just noticed. "I'm sure you have her number."

"I'm pretty sure I have yours, too." She started. "Come on! I've been off from you for decades at a stretch; I can live a while with my sister." She tried convincing him with a clenched jaw, waving her hands around with a kind of frustration she hadn't felt in a while. "Besides, now that the so-called Mystic Falls gang has no way to kill us anymore, I can safely spend some time with them."

"Are you implying that you want to befriend those who attempted to kill us? That's a pathetic reason." Klaus hummed, still keeping a calm demeanor. "Well, Damon Salvatore is fine, but Stefan Salvatore? You just drove him off your back."

"Romantically." She added. "I never said I wanted to befriend them in particular. I'm saying, I'd like to have a little fun with them. My priority is that and Caroline." She then smiled. "And by fun, who wouldn't like a little bit of a terrorizer in their lives?"

"Anyone."

"Exactly. I'd be the itch they could never scratch." When she finished, Klaus couldn't help but smile. "Again, I'm almost four centuries old. None of them would even come close to hurting me."

"We'll work something out for now." He caved in, speaking with words that translated to, "I'll let you do it for now."

Aurelia sighed in relief.

"Rebekah will be coming with me then." He finalized. "We're leaving today. As Aurelia stated, there is nothing left for us here. Kol couldn't care less, but he'll find our way to us or his beloved here soon enough." He paused for a short second. "We'll take the doppelganger and be off by sunset."

"But tonight's the decade dance." Rebekah quickly whined. "And I'm head of the dance committee! We have to go."

"I'm not going to any dance."

"I mean, 'Bekah loves these events. From what I know," Aurelia shot Rebekah a glance. "She put in a lot of work into planning this. Caroline's admitted it herself, although it wasn't in a particularly sweet manner."

"See! Oh, and speaking of, Caroline's going to be attending—" Rebekah attempted to convince her half-brother using the young vampire, much to Aurelia's amusement.

"That means nothing to me." Klaus shut her down, much too quickly to not arouse suspicion.

"Sure, tough guy, live in denial." Aurelia remarked with a laugh, ignoring the glare she received from the man. "What? Just saying, "nothing" is quite the stretch. You haven't crushed so much on a person since the eighteenth century. You seem rather lovesick with Caroline."

"And you seem to have a death wish."

"Well, bud," Aurelia clicked her tongue and tilted her head to feign slight disappointment. "I'm already dead, so that's off the list." She then looked towards Rebekah for a second. "Point is, there's a reason for you to go to the dance!"

"Yes, Nik, please!" Rebekah chimed in. "One last hurrah." The two blonde women stared right towards the Original Hybrid, who stood there idly and simply switched glances between the vampires. "You know you'll love it!"

"Fine," He caved in, much to Rebekah's joy. "One last hurrah."

"WHERE'VE YOU BEEN?" ALARIC SIGHED, slightly annoyed by Damon's continuous prodding due to his active alter ego. "I've been calling you all day." Thinking of some sort of excuse, he proceeded to answer.

"Yeah," He began. "Sorry about that. I just... needed to get my head together. Rebekah's got the stake and probably destroyed it by now." He explained the overall status of the situation. "Listen, Damon, I think I need to get out of town. Somewhere secluded. I keep blacking out which means I'm still a threat to everyone."

"I... don't know if right now is the best time for you to be going on a spirit quest, 'Ric."

"It's just for a couple of days." He justified, trying to ease Damon's worry with whatever excuse he could find. "Besides, I'm stocked up on Bonnie's herbs, I'll be fine." As he paused, he heard the door behind him open and shut quickly. "I gotta go. Bye."

"Quite the cunning liar." The feminine voice from behind him made him turn around quickly as he hung up the phone. After a few moments, he began to smirk at Rebekah Mikaelson, whose eyes were scanning him up and down. "He believes the stake was destroyed? That was too easy, don't you think?"

"Well," He laughed cunningly, completely dropping the façade of his kinder alter ego. "Damon's too arrogant to think his only friend would betray him."

"Just as Niklaus and Aurelia would blindly accept an invitation to the dance from his beloved sister, unaware that they're both heading to their own deaths." She remarked. "Inhabiting Rebekah's body was not as easy as I would have imagined, but they fell for the trap right away." She then looked at his phone for a moment. "Ms. Parker burned the fake stake without hesitation. I thought she was cunning and quick, considering the group she's a part of."

"So, where's the real stake?" Alaric asked.

"You'll get it when it can no longer be used against me in this body." She replied quickly, approaching one of the many caskets in the room they stood in. As she pulled open the lid, Alaric's stare was fixed on the woman inside, the true body of the soul inhibiting Rebekah.

"So, how do you...?" He began to ask, but was stopped when he saw her pull a dagger out of her pocket and approach a jar full of white oak ash on the table near the casket. She wordlessly dipped the dagger into the ash, coating the blade with the temporarily fatal weapon. "...return to your true form?" He finished as she handed the stake to him.

"With a little magic and some help from a vampire hunter." She gestured to herself, and he seemed to have gotten the hint.

He quickly stabbed her chest with the dagger, making her gasp loudly as her eyes rolled the back of her head and she fell to the ground with a loud thud.

Simultaneously, Esther sat up in the open coffin, having been revived from her soul returning to her own body.

"SORRY!" WAVING AN APOLOGIZING STUDENT OFF, Aurelia avoided the wooden beam she was almost hit with a matter of moments ago. "I hope you're not hurt—" When the student continued while looking at the beam, Aurelia cut him off.

"It takes more than a bonk on the head to hurt me." She said, her words much too cryptic for the average human. "Do you know where Caroline Forbes may be? Oh, and Rebekah Mikaelson, while you're at it." She added on, remembering how Rebekah had conveniently disappeared before she left the manor. At her question, the male student only looked at her in confusion.

It was clear, considering Caroline and Rebekah had some sort of rivalry, the reason for which being unknown to everyone except the two blondes themselves. The fact that a girl—whom he'd only seen once with Caroline in the school from her last visit—was asking for both of them was confusing. "Uh, y-you know the both of them?"

"Oh, right, I'm new to this town..." Aurelia mumbled, irritated. "Of course I do; I'm a cousin of Caroline's and coincidentally a family friend of Rebekah's. I was in town at the same time and just wanted to check in." As if he hadn't had enough questions, her lies only confused him further. "I just moved here."

"Oh..." He trailed off, pretending to have fully understood what was going on. "I haven't seen Rebekah here today, but Caroline's in the gym hall. She's with Elena Gilbert if you know her—" At his words, she rolled her eyes and tilted her head.

"Damn," She commented. "Thanks, dude, you just totally upped my already brilliant mood." Her sarcasm was worn with a frown as soon as she finished her sentence. "Have fun with your decorating, Chad or whatever." She ended it with a weak guess of what his name was and spun around, leaving him speechless.

"I-it's Justin!" He corrected through a stutter as he looked at her retreating figure.

"That's no better!" She called, not bothering to look at him as she pushed open the heavy and large red doors of the gym hall.

The bustling around of countless students was even more than it had been during her last visit to the mediocre high school. What had come with the increase in students, however, was the ruckus going on from their yelling, chatting, and shuffling of all sorts of objects for décor. "Aurelia!" At Caroline's voice, she snapped her head to her left, spotting her sister towards the other end of the hall.

"Caroline—" Her eyes then shot to the brunette next to the blonde, before visibly groaning. "And you're with the doppelganger." She didn't bother quietening down to pass the rude comment.

At that moment, she was glad Klaus was going to kidnap the bitch and flee at the end of the day; it would be worry-free unless the Salvatores ran after her, again. "Hey, Aurelia." Elena greeting quietly as she approached the makeshift table the pair were standing at. "It's been a while..."

"How I wish it was a little longer—" Aurelia switched her gaze to Caroline, only to receive a wordless and yet reprimanding glare. "Good morning, doppel—Elena." She said, her tone changing to one that was completely sweet and polite. "How was your road trip with Damon?" She then asked a question that surprised the brunette. "Oh, Stefan didn't tell you? I know all about it."

"Road trip?" Caroline asked, turning her attention away from the decoration she was fidgeting with. "What road trip?"

"They've left you out again, I see." She said. "Your dear Mystic Falls gang decided to go on your intel of our bloodline laws and track down the Original sire of their bloodline, i.e., you, Stefan and Damon's Original Sire." She explained smugly, her eyes on Elena the whole time. "They figured telling you would mean you'd try to stop them or bug them into figuring my Original sire out, so they just went ahead without updating you." She stated. "Let's just say, Kol found a solution where all of us would remain alive, didn't he, Elena?"

"He did..." She muttered. "Did you know about him befriending Jeremy to blackmail us with him?" She tried shooting a question at her, one that would shock Caroline; which did slightly work.

"I didn't, actually; nice try having my sister get mad at me." Aurelia fired back coolly. "I knew he was up to something, just not that it was threatening the life of your brother." Caroline sighed in relief, knowing her sister didn't take part in something such as that. However, disappoint washed over her features.

"You do realize that I'm skeptical of your relationship with him." She brought up slowly, careful not to irritate her sister. "He's... a murderer..." Aurelia only chuckled, looking back at her. "And he's done so much wrong..."

"I've done just as much as him, Caroline." She replied softly. "This is my business, and if anything goes wrong, it'll be my responsibility. I understand your concern, but it's not going to change my mind." She then looked at the large chandelier on the table; before lifting it up. "So, where do you want this?" Noticing her attempt to lighten the mood, Caroline simply smiled and shook her head

"You will not hang that." She stated. "If Rebekah wanted this monstrosity to be hung up, then she should've done it herself." Aurelia put the said monstrosity back on the table slowly, careful not to send the younger into a rage about the Original Vampire.

"Speaking of the eternal rivalry you two have going on," She began. "It's become quite the hot topic around this school. I got a strange look from a certain Justin when I asked him about both your whereabouts." Caroline stifled a giggle at the narration. "From what I observed, everyone knows you're both rivals but no one particularly knows why."

"Leaving that alone, who're you taking to the dance?" She questioned curiously, leaning forward on the décor-infested table. "Oh, you too, Elena!" Aurelia laughed at her enthusiasm, earning a look of surprise from Elena that both blondes had missed.

She'd never seen a comfortable interaction between them before, so to see a genuine laugh from Aurelia was rare; this particular one was the first time she'd heard it. It took her back to when Stefan had told her tales about the Aurelia from 1864—back when she was assumed dead.

She could now understand his descriptions perfectly. "I'll be going dateless," Aurelia's reply pulled her out of her thoughts. "Or I'll take..." Her eyes scanned the room, spotting Matt Donovan and Jeremy Gilbert on a tall ladder as they worked on the ceiling. "Jeremy!" Elena raised an eyebrow. "You do realize that I have nothing against your brother. It's a night of fun, Elena, let go for once. I won't feed on him at all." Aurelia calmly assured.

"Did you call?!" Jeremy's yell from the ceiling caused all three girls to look up at him. "Hey, Aurelia!" Aurelia waved back at him with a polite smile.

Elena sighed; she'd almost forgotten that the two were friends; or at least acquainted. Aurelia had been quite the sweetheart with her friends—even Elena herself—back when she'd just arrived at Mystic Falls. After their attempts to kill her family, Aurelia only targeted the doppelganger and the Salvatores; she'd never laid a finger or Jeremy or Alaric—not counting his evil alter ego—not until she was almost killed. The consequence of that was turning Bonnie's mother into a vampire.

Hence, as much as Jeremy hated the Originals, he was nice enough to Aurelia, at least until he'd find out about her true doings, like her association with Kol. Then again, she had no clue of the fact that Kol had befriended him for the mere purpose of use until recently. Could it be her attempts to maim and injure the brothers countless times? No, it wasn't like they hadn't attempted their own attacks. As disappointing as it was, it was a fact; the Originals never attacked unless they were harmed.

"What are you two doing?!" Caroline scolded. "They're supposed to trickle down, not just hang!" Her picky instructions made Aurelia laugh yet again as the boys simply teased her about it while continuing with their work. "And no, Aurelia, Jeremy isn't an option! Choose someone valid!"

"I heard that!" The younger blonde proceeded to yell at Jeremy to shut up for his comment.

"Well, when I had first come to town," Aurelia began. "Our plan was you, me, Elena, and Bonnie as dates; that's clearly not an option right now, considering Elena could possibly be a little hostile about me hanging out with you all, and considering I was the one to supervise Damon turning Bonnie's mother..." She trailed off, shrugging her shoulders. "Everyone who liked me once hates me now, so—" Her eyebrows raised quickly. "What about Damon?" At her guess, Elena and Caroline's eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"You're forgetting he hates you too." Elena pointed out.

"Well," Aurelia began. "I'd like to let you in on a little bit of a secret, Elena." She leaned towards the brunette. "The Originals are leaving town tonight. We were initially setting off before sundown, but Rebekah wanted to stay for the dance, so we're holding it off an hour or two." She added on sweetly. "You'll be rid of all of them by tonight, so I think we can spend one night together, having fun, putting our differences aside." She explained. "As Klaus so wonderfully put it, it can be our, "one last hurrah"." She pulled away finally. "My point is, we can party and be nice to each other for one night, and that starts by confiding in the so-called enemy."

"You're all leaving?" Elena and Caroline chorused, Caroline's worry spreading all over her face.

"Except for me, of course." Aurelia answered. "I'm not done with my fun here." She began to smile. "I'll pass time by creating a little havoc, but it's mainly for me to stay with Caroline for some time. If you don't attack, I won't strike back."

"It's not like we have a way anymore." Elena said. "Fine, whatever, one night, you leave us all alone." With a slow and small nod, Aurelia hummed.

"I'll keep myself in check, but I can't promise if you don't." She stuck her hand out. "Deal?" With a deep breath, Elena reluctantly took the vampire's hand and quickly shook it. "Perfect, we're friends for a night! Spread the news!"

"Friends is a bit—"

"I'll call Damon," Aurelia interrupted the human. "You go for Stefan, how about that?" She suggested, making Caroline look at her in confusion for choosing to ask Damon