1912

LOLA POV:

I take in my surroundings as I begin to wake up, it's still dark outside. Rubbing my eyes as I sit up fully in the bed smiling to myself that I finally feel free in a way, like a tonne of bricks have been removed from my shoulders. I look over to see Klaus sleeping soundly beside me, his hair slightly ruffled, he looks so raw like this. This is truly the only time you would see Klaus Mikaelson looking so peaceful these days.

I move my hand to trace over the tattoo on his chest, but something's not right, my hand goes straight through his body as though he's a ghost.

"No, no. Nik, hey, wake up!" But it's no use, he's there but he isn't. His chest is moving with his breathing, he shuffles about in the bed and yet I can't feel him and he can't hear me.

It's as though I'm the ghost.

Rebekah. Where's Rebekah. I rush towards the door of our bedroom, hoping I can speak to her. When I step out of the bedroom, I'm not greeted by the familiar Mikaelson mansion.

I'm in my old house, the old Salvatore plantation. This doesn't make any sense. I turn to look back to the room I had just ran out of but it isn't mine and Klaus' bedroom anymore, it's my bedroom from when I was a child. I'm not wearing Klaus' black t-shirt I was wearing, now a white dress.

I wonder around confused then come upon a lit up room, it was Damon's old room. I slowly and quietly walk over to his bedroom where the door is open and I can see Damon sat on the floor beside his bed, but not grown up Damon. He looks no older than nine years old, playing with that damn wooden horse I stole from him.

I step into the bedroom and walk towards him, "Damon." But it's no use, he can't hear me, he just continues to play with his toys.

Until he jumps at the sound of glass smashing from downstairs and the booming voice of our father, "How could you keep this from me, Lillian?!"

"I didn't know this would happen, Giuseppe!" My mother's voice now comes into play as I slowly cascade down the staircase, "Charlotte is not our first born so I didn't think she would get the gene!"

It's then I know exactly where I am. A memory from 1848 when I was only six years old, the same night that would change my life.

I step into the room where my parents are stood. I look over in shock to see my younger self sitting in the corner looking over to my father petrified, hysterically crying and little baby two year old Stefan in his little play pen. One of the many times my father made me feel this way, this being the first time he would lay his hand on me.

"That's enough." I turn to see my Aunt Cora, mother's sister, enter the room looking over to my father furious, "You are just making matters worse."

A spiteful laugh falls from my father's lips, "I'm making matters worse? I have a liar for a wife and an abomination for a daughter!"

Little me rushes over to him, trying to hug him but he grabs hold of my wrist with nothing but hatred in his eyes, "You are not my daughter, not anymore." He slaps six year old me across the face which makes me practically fall to the other side of the room he used that much force.

"Stop it!" My mother attempts to rush over to me but my father grabs hold of her before she gets the chance.

Aunt Cora takes younger me in her arms, "Come, child."

I watch her as she rushes me out of the room and out of the house. I follow her out of the house, standing on the doorstep to see her taking young me into the gardens.

"Okay, I admit it. Not the greatest memory." I jump as I hear my aunt's voice next to me, who sits on the porch chairs.

I glance between the Cora sitting beside me and the Cora halfway into the gardens, "How are you doing this?"

"You take your stubbornness from me, Charlotte." She laughs as she stands up and walks over to me, "I've been trying to get you into this little memory for years now."

"I don't understand, you died in 1855. How is this even happening right now?"

"It's one of the many talents the witches in our family can do, my child. However we need the other person to open their mind up to us being able to push through and up until this point you've been closed up." I stand speechless, trying to figure out what's going on as Cora descends down the stairs, she turns to face me smirking, "Are you coming or what?"

"I'm not going anywhere with you, this doesn't make any sense."

Cora shrugs as she continues to walk, "Fine, don't hear what I have to say."

But I need to know more, even if it's just to tell me how I'm meant to go back into the real world. So I follow her into the gardens, "How am I here?"

Cora stops walking and faces me, "This is the first time you've actually felt at peace, Charlotte. Granted the whole drama going on with your brothers isn't great but those walls you've had built in your mind we're finally down hence why we are here." She turns to continue walking, "Probably got that handsome man who was sleeping beside you to thank for that I imagine."

I speed in front of her, making her stop walking, "What did you do to Klaus?"

Cora smiles as she puts her hand on my shoulder, "Your lover boy is fine, dear. As far as he knows you are still sleeping soundly beside him. You've done well getting him, he's quite the catch, isn't he?"

We both come to a stop to see six year old me sat in the gardens making a flower crown, something I always used to do when I was little. Aunt Cora is sat behind me playing with my hair. My younger self's face is red from where my father hit me, eyes red and cheeks stained with tears.

I wish I could go up to her and tell her everything is going to turn out okay because I remember exactly how I felt in that moment, an outsider in my own family. Something no one should ever feel, especially a six year old.

"Father is mad at me because I almost hurt Stefan." Six year old me mumbles while making the flower crown.

"He's not mad at you, darling." Aunt Cora assures my younger self as she continues to play with my hair, "Your father just doesn't understand you and it was not your fault about what happened with Stefan. Your powers are still very fresh, a lot stronger than mine because you're a different type of witch to me. You're a special witch."

Cora stands beside me as we both watch our past selves, she stand in front of me to block the memory, "You remember this?"

I take a deep breath as I run my hand through my hair, "Of course I do. I almost hurt Stefan with magic."

"And can you remember how you became to gain the magic?"

I've had enough of her speaking to me as though I'm still a child, I scoff as I glare over at her "Okay, cut the patronising, Cora. I'm not that six year old anymore. I remember perfectly well what happened. You came into town with these weird artefacts that gave me magic when you told me to concentrate as I held onto them, which wasn't ideal for a six year old because I then almost made a bookcase fall on my two year old brother."

Cora begins to laugh, "It was quite funny seeing that stupid vein threatening to pop out of Giuseppe's forehead though, don't you think?" I roll my eyes in response and Cora scoffs, "Oh relax, I'm just teasing. Or am I?" She smirks and winks over to me.

I grab her neck, showing my vamp features, "Tell me what the hell is going on." Without even moving Cora uses that stupid witchy spell on me, making me feel like my head is about to explode. I scream out in pain as I fall to my knees, "Stop it!"

"You are one of the most powerful types of witch on this earth, a very rare witch at that." Cora says as she stares down at me, "A witch where you can siphon magic out of anything magical and yet a simple aneurism spell can knock you to the ground."

I scoff as I come to my feet again, "Well, can you not remember what else happened on this day? You cast a spell on me to hide the witch gene in me! So no, I'm nothing like you describe because it was all taken from me not even 24 hours after I found out about it!"

Cora narrows her eyes at me, "What if I told you there was a way for you to gain your powers back?"

"This is bullshit."

"You are a Whittaker witch, Charlotte. We are a unique coven, a coven where only the first born daughter's gain witch abilities, hence why I have the witch gene and your mother didn't."

"Which is sexist I might add, what type of coven only has female witches." I retort, "Why have you brought me here, Cora?"

"On my death bed I asked your mother to help me with my dying wish." Cora starts to explain, I gesture at her to continue, "I wanted to reverse the spell cast upon you hiding what you truly are, a witch." Cora rolls her eyes, "However your pathetic excuse for a father was there with her and forbid it, he wouldn't let you come to my home that night. Therefore leaving you without your magic."

"Am I supposed to be touched by that?" I ask, my tone full of sarcasm, "It didn't happen so why should I care?"

"I can still help you now, child. I cannot perform the entire spell with me being on the other side, however, with me doing my part you would be able to find a witch amongst the living who can complete the spell. Not just any witch however."

"Okay so what type of witch?" I shrug my shoulders, "You really going to just carry on giving me half answers?"

Cora smiles softly as me as she takes a hold of my hand, "I can't give you all of the answers, Charlotte. The right witch will know just by looking at you."

I narrow my eyes at her, "What do you mean by looking at me? This doesn't make any-" Before I can even finish my sentence I start to scream out in pain as Cora grabs hold of my wrist and begins chanting. It's like a burning sensation running up and down my entire arm.

"In order to because your true form you must be reborn." Cora shouts as she continues to hold my wrist.

"Let go of me!" I try to pull away from her but it's no use.

White flashes appear in front of me, and then everything goes black. I gasp for breath as I wake up, sitting up in the bed. I look around and I'm back in Klaus' bedroom, back in his black t-shirt but he isn't in the room. I stand up starting to panic, "Nik?! Nik!"

Klaus speeds back into the room, looking at me worried, "Are you okay? I was just making you breakfast, I didn't want to wake you."

I rush over to him, slowly moving my hand towards his chest, softly placing my hand against his chest this time my hand not going straight through. A wave of relief rushes through me as I laugh slightly, looking at my hand against his chest, "I can feel you, you're real."

Klaus looks down at me confused, "Of course I'm real, why wouldn't I be?"

I pull Klaus in a hug, "Sorry, I just had this dream, it was so real." I pull away from the hug, confusion all over my face as I point towards the bed, "You were there but I couldn't feel you and it-it was just so real."

Klaus takes me hand and guides me to sit on the edge of the bed, "You're not making any sense, sweetheart." He crouches down beside me, taking hold of both my hands, "Take a deep breath." As he holds my hands, he notices something, "What's that on your wrist?"

I look down at my wrist in shock, this can't be happening. I rush into the bathroom, putting my wrist under the tap and try to scrub this mark off, "No, please no. Come on, come on." I know fine well it's not going to go away, and what happened wasn't a dream.

Klaus slowly approaches me in the bathroom, "Lola, what's that mark?"

Taking a deep breath as I rest against the sink vanity, with my back to Klaus, "It's a mark from my family's coven."

"How did you get it?"

I look up and look at Klaus in the mirror, "That wasn't a dream." I turn to face him, leaning against the sink vanity, "My Aunt Cora has been trying to get in my head ever since she died and only now she was able speak to me for whatever reason. I thought I was just making it up in dream form but having this mark on my wrist shows it was real."

Klaus frowns as he steps closer to me, "What happened?"

"She said there is a way that I can have the spell she cast on me removed. This mark is part of it, it's a symbol that means rebirth."

"And by rebirth you mean?"

A shaky breath falls from my lips as I try to fight back tears, "In order for me to gain my witch abilities back I would have to die after a witch finishes the spell."

I can practically hear Klaus' heart drop for a second in his chest, he looks away from me for a moment before looking back at me, "Do you believe this?"

I shrug, "I don't think I do. I just...I don't know."

Klaus takes both of my hands and holds them against his chest, "I'll speak to Kol, see if he can get any more clear answers."

"Answers about what?" Rebekah appears standing in the doorway of the bathroom. She steps in and frowns noticing me just in Klaus' shirt, "Lola, we're meeting Carol Lockwood in twenty minutes to find out more about the white oak, why aren't you dressed?"

I glance up to Klaus and innocently smile towards Rebekah, "Something else came up. I'll meet you there, Bex."

Rebekah nods leaving the room. I take a deep breath, "Okay."

I start to walk out of the bathroom when Klaus takes hold of my hand, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine." Placing a soft kiss against his lips, I move away and smile up at him, "I'll be fine."

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3RD PERSON POV:

Stefan is in his room at his desk with his diary on it. He's tapping his ring on the table, while swirling the pen in his hands, and is sitting with his eyes closed.

Damon stops by the door and sees what he's doing, "Dear diary, a chipmunk asked me my name today. I told him it was Joe. That lie will haunt me forever."

Stefan gets up and puts his diary back on the shelf, "What do you want?"

"I was hoping we could hang. You know a little brother bonding. I know we don't actually "hang out". We team up, we join forces, we activate our Salvatore ring powers, minus one Salvatore." Damon shows him his ring while he starts looking through Stefan's bookshelf.

"What are you doing?"

Damon continues to look through Stefan's bookcase, "Digging up clues. Most of the Originals are gone, but now we have a whodunnit in town. Hey, do you remember when we came back for Zachariah's funeral?"

Stefan frowns, "Vaguely. Why?"

"If memory serves, he wasn't the first Founders' Council member killed that year or even that month."

"Your point being?"

Damon looks up towards Stefan, "I'm trying to remember what year it was."

"1912."

"So much for vaguely." Damon grabs one of the diaries on the shelf and throws it to Stefan, "1912. Or as I like to call it: last time Mystic Fall's had a serial killer on its hands. What do you say, brother? You wanna go get drunk?"

Stefan releases a knowing laugh, "Ahhh, I get it, I get it. You're bored! Your best friend's in jail, Lola hates you and you don't have anything better to do with yourself."

Damon scoffs, "Well, there's that and I was hoping you could help me solve a murder. Besides, I'm sure Lola will get out of her mood in no time, she will soon realise how wrong Klaus is for her. Come on." Damon takes the journal from Stefan and walks out of the room.

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After what feels like an eternity convincing Klaus I was perfectly fine to leave the house, I finally arrive at the Grill. I make my way towards the door when I spot two very familiar figures heading in the same direction, looking just like my very annoying brothers.

"Lola!"

Brilliant.

I try to get to the entrance before them but Damon blocks the door, "What do you want, Damon? Didn't you understand me last night? I'm done."

Damon flashes his stupid smirk at me, "Come on, one drink with your brothers."

I look up at him with absolute no expression on my face, "No."

I try to push past him but Damon continues to block my way, "What if I told you that you could help us crack a murder mystery?"

"Why would that interest me?" I snap, crossing my arms.

Damon shrugs, "Maybe because you still like Alaric and he is currently sat in a jail cell."

"What? Why? You frame him for one of your kills?" I scowl at him.

Damon scoffs, "No, but I have a feeling it could be a similar case to the last serial killer this town had back in 1912. You in? Help us prove Ric is innocent?"

I glance between both of my brothers, wondering if I should even go along with this. But I hate the thought of Alaric being locked up for something he didn't do. I sigh as I glare at them both, "I'm doing this for him, not you."

All three of us walk into the Grill when Damon whispers to us both, "Oh, She-Devil at nine o'clock."

Damon and Rebekah stare at each other for way too long for my liking. She then notices me, frowning at me, I wish I could just mentally tell her to go with it. All three of us then take a seat at the bar.

"So what does a medical examiner, Bill Forbes, and Alaric Saltzman have in common?" Damon asks us both.

"They all have bad hair?" I retort.

Stefan ignores Damon's question, instead sits on the other side of Damon very annoyingly tapping his ring against the counter, not the first time I've seen my little brother like this.

"Come on, knock it off." Damon moans as he shoves Stefan's arm.

"Ah, you've got it bad this time haven't you, Stef?" I direct my smug grin towards him, "Are the shakes and twitches already getting to you?"

Stefan still doesn't respond, instead leaning over the counter and grabbing a bottle of bourbon then pouring himself a drink. I quickly follow his actions by grabbing my own glass and taking the bottle out of Stefan's grip.

"You know, quitting blood cold turkey after a ripper binge might not be the best approach." Damon starts, "Every time you play that all-or-nothing game, you eventually leave a trail of bodies. So, I'm thinking, now is a good time to pay our old friend moderation a visit."

Stefan ignores Damon's comment, instead answering his previous question, "They were all on the Founders' Council, Damon. That's what they all have in common."

Damon nods, "But why them? Huh? Brian Walters and Alaric weren't from founding families. I mean, hey, if you're gonna slaughter council members, go A-list. At least in 1912 they killed a Salvatore."

"Which Salvatore would that be?" Rebekah's voice comes in to play, we all turn to see her standing behind us.

"His name was Zachariah." I answer her question, "Murdered and left for everyone to see in the middle of the night in the town square."

Damon hates me against my shoulder, "Why are you telling her our story?"

I turn back around on the bar stool to face the counter once more and shrug, "Why not?"

Rebekah takes a seat beside Stefan, "So, Zachariah Salvatore was your nephew?"

I nod as I take a sip of the bourbon, "Well, our father knocked up one of the maids during the Civil War, she had a son."

"But as far as everyone else knew, we were all dead." Damon finishes off my answer, "Family name had to go somewhere."

"And, uh, your family owned the logging mills back then?"

"You're full of a lot of questions." Damon quickly fires back.

Rebekah shrugs, "I'm just researching the town history. I grew up here after all."

Damon smirks over to Rebekah, "You know you don't have to disguise your true motives Blondie-Bex, if you want more sex, just ask for it."

"Not enough liquor in the world." Rebekah grabs the bottle and pours herself a drink.

Damon scoffs, "Oh, come on, it was too good for you to be this hostile."

Stefan grabs his glass and the bottle and moves from between Rebekah and Damon to now sitting next to me so I'm not in the middle of my brothers.

Damon rolls his eyes at Stefan's attempt of musical chairs, he then turns his attention back to Rebekah, "You'll have to excuse my little brother, he's jonesing for some O positive."

Stefan laughs slightly, "I'm not jonesing."

"Whatever you say, Stefan." I mumble as I finish off my drinks, rolling my eyes.

Rebekah moves into the seat next to Damon, "So, did they ever catch the killer?"

Damon shakes his head, "Nope. Wrote it all off on vampires."

I shrug as I refill my glass, "Maybe it was a vampire."

"Yeah, yeah, maybe it was a vampire, Damon." Stefan's typical muttering, always trying to pin the blame against me or Damon.

Damon glares at Stefan, "Don't think for a second you didn't cross my mind too, brother. But these murders weren't your style, were they? Plus there were no other vampires circulating then." His attention turns to me, "Unless you were lurking around town, little sister?"

"Not in 1912, I was in France." I state, "Since we all turned I didn't come back to this town until the nineties."

"If you weren't there then how do you know about any of this?" Stefan says not trying to interrogate me, it's pathetic really.

I flash a smug smile at him, "I know what you're doing, stop it. We may not have spoken much over the years but it doesn't mean I didn't speak to my other annoying brother. So I was not the vampire serial killer of this story unfortunately."

Stefan raises a brow at Damon, "Well, there was one other vampire. Remember Sage?"

"Ohh, right, Sage. Speaking of great sex. Ooh!" Damon takes a swig from the bottle.

"I knew a Sage once." Rebekah says, "Trashy little thing."

Damon frowns at Stefan, "You really think it was Sage who was killing all those Founders back then?"

Stefan shrugs, "Town questioned every grown man in Mystic Falls. Probably never occurred to them that a woman could have done it."

I laugh a bit more obnoxiously than I planned, "This town and its sexism, what a classic."

Rebekah is drinking the dregs of the remaining whiskey, "So, uh, tell me more about your old relatives. I heard they tore down half the woods to build this town."

A bartender gives them a new bottle of whiskey. Rebekah goes to grab the bottle, but Damon grabs it first, "Easy there, lushy pants. It's been a hoot and a half but it's sibling night and you weren't invited." Damon leaves with the alcohol, and Stefan follows with three glasses.

I stand up to follow them, but quickly lean towards Rebekah, "Maybe make it less obvious what you're looking for, Bex."

Damon is playing darts and Stefan is sitting at a table. Damon hits a bullseye as I walk over to them both, "So, let's just say this Sage woman was killing everyone in 1912." I state as I take a seat beside Stefan, "Who the hell is doing it now?"

"Well It's not that psycho, Dr. Fell." Damon quickly assumes, "She's a woman. There's no way she could stab three grown men."

Damon throws a dart, but Rebekah catches it before it hits the board, "That's a bit sexist. A woman could easily kill a man, with the right motivation."

I raise my glass towards Rebekah, grinning as I do, "Exactly."

Stefan glares at Rebekah from beside me, "You just, uh, don't give up, do you?"

Rebekah takes a couple steps towards our table, "Why are you so grumpy?"

I roll my eyes as I pour yet another drink, "He's on a master cleanse. Trying to be a better man and all."

"You know, you were a lot more fun in the '20s."

Damon bumps Rebekah with his elbow, "Don't rile him up." Damon takes the bottle of whiskey, "He's testy when he's being self-righteous."

"I'm not being self-righteous, Damon." Stefan groans, "I'm just not interested in slaughtering innocent human beings anymore."

"I have not missed this boring version of you." I mutter as I down the rest of my drink.

"Oh, okay, fair enough. My mistake." Damon mumbles as he takes out Stefan's journal, "You used to be self-righteous." He begins to read from the journal, "Dear diary, Damon has lost his way, though I have pulled my own life together he continues to waste his."

I stand up and snatch the journal out of Damon's hands, "Ouch, but kinda true." I then start to read out from the journal, "His bitterness consumes him. He is nothing but blackness and bile." I look over to Stefan and smirk, "Oh, judgy." But then my attention goes back to the journal when I spot my name, "Oh wait, here's an entry about me, this should be fun."

Rebekah then takes the journal out of my hands, "Damon has also informed me of our sister starting a new life without us. I never would have expected Lola's actions towards her brothers would be this level of betrayal. My own sister is now nothing but a stranger to me."

I laugh slightly, "Wow, Stef. Who knew you had it in you to be so cold?"

"Well, this is fun." Stefan mutters.

"You know, if I'm being honest, you didn't seem like much fun either, Damon." Rebekah hands the journal back to Damon.

Damon frowns, "I wasn't. The woman I was in love with was stuck in a tomb and she wasn't getting out for a hundred years. I wasn't having any fun at all."

"Boring!" I exclaim.

Damon glares at me for my comment, "But then Sage appeared and shown me how fun feeding on people really can be."

Rebekah rolls her eyes, "That sounds like Sage all right."

Damon narrows his eyes at Rebekah as he leans against a table, "How did you know her?"

"She was obsessed with my brother Finn, over 900 years ago." Rebekah informs.

Suddenly it was like a lightbulb moment for me as I remember the red bombshell, "Oh, she's that Sage!"

"What? Creepy suicidal guy?" Damon exclaims, he glances over to me with a raised brow, "How do you know her?"

"She came looking for Finn one time when I was with them."

Stefan is tapping his ring again beside me, Damon rolls his eyes, "You're doing it again."

Stefan gets up from his seat, "Alright, you know what, I need to, uh, I gotta get out of here."

"Sure. First, admit you're jonesing." Damon demands.

"Damon, I'm not..."

Damon rushes over and grabs him, "Admit it."

Stefan pushes Damon off him, "Okay, fine, I'm freaking out. I'm ready to eat the entire wait staff, why do you need to hear me say it?"

"Because I'm feeling a little self-righteous too."

Stefan is walking out of the Grill. The rest of us all follow.

"So he doesn't want to drink human blood?" Rebekah asks.

Damon shrugs, "Ah, he's an eternally guilty conscious."

"Funny. When I knew him in the 20s, he didn't have any conscious at all. One of the things I liked most about it. Can't possibly think he can survive without feeding."

"Oh, on the contrary, he's determined to live his life pursuing one extreme or the other. He's a stubborn one, my brother." Damon nudges me as I stand next to him, "Uh, think I'm gonna need some help with this one, care to help, sister?"

I nod in agreement, "What can I do?"

Damon looks around searching for something which he then sees a woman getting out of her car he then rushes over in front of the woman, "Hello."

The woman at first startled now nervously laughing, "Hi."

"This may seem very forward but you're just so pretty." Damon attempts to charm the woman.

The woman blushes, "Thank you."

"And please don't scream." Damon compels her, "You're about to have a very, very bad night."

Damon bites her and starts to feed. Stefan stops walking and rushes over to Damon and pulls him off the woman, "Damon, stop!"

The smell of her blood fills the air for us all. I quickly speed up to her, catching her before she falls.

"Sorry brother." Damon says smug, "It's dinner time. Have a bite."

Stefan fixates his stare on the woman's bleeding neck, "What are you doing?"

"Tough love, Stefan. You're not gonna survive this cold turkey thing, you never do. It's time to get that monkey off your back."

Stefan starts to breathe heavily as he shakes his head, "No. No."

"Feed." Damon demands as he walks to stand beside me, "Or I'll let Lola have her way with her. You know she'll kill her."

I smirk over to Stefan as I slowly swipe my finger against her blood then having a taste, "You know I will."

"Then her blood will be on your hands." Damon moves a part of the woman's hair away from her neck, "Or you could just have a little drink, save her life. Come on, Stefan. You were the one that said you didn't want any more innocent lives slaughtered." Damon now stands next to Stefan, "Save her. Go on, have a bite. I snatched, you eat, I'll erase. Hell, I'll even heal her for you."

"Why are you doing this?" Stefan panics, "You know what blood does to me."

"Because you let it control you." Damon states, "You always have. I'm just here to help you learn how to fight it."

Rebekah who is standing next to me soon grows impatient, "This is rubbish."

Rebekah yanks the woman out of my hold, extending her fangs getting ready to bite her, but Stefan rushes over and pushes Rebekah out of the way, he grabs the woman. He stares at the blood running down her neck and then bites her and feeds.

Damon looks over towards Rebekah, "We've got it from here. Go ahead." He gestures for her to leave.

Rebekah flaps her arms up, "The night's just getting started."

"Scram." Damon snaps, "No one likes a lurker."

Rebekah glares over to him, "You're a real arse, you know?"

"So I'm told." Damon smirks over to her.

I turn to face Rebekah, "I'll see you back at the house." Rebekah nods in agreement and leaves the alleyway.

Damon tries to push Stefan off the woman, "Alright, that's enough. Come on."

But Stefan doesn't listen. I try to grab hold of him, "You're gonna bleed her dry. You're gonna drain her. Come on."

Yet again he ignores us. Damon pushes Stefan off the woman. Stefan has blood running down his chin and tries to go back and feed some more, but Damon pushes him away, "I said that's enough! Hey, you wanna fight hunger or do you wanna fight me?" Damon bites his wrist to heal the woman and puts it to her mouth, "I got you. That's a good girl."

"What are you doing?" A new voice comes into play, I turn around to see Elena looking at the scene horrified with Matt beside her, "Stefan?"

Stefan wipes the blood off of his mouth, "Elena."

Elena glares at us all, "What are you three doing?"

I look over to her and wave, "Long time no see, Elena!"

Damon raises his hands up, "Relax, Elena. Just a little experiment. There's no need to make this more dramatic than it needs to be."

"Elena, let's just go." Matt attempts to usher Elena away but she doesn't budge, she continues to stare at Stefan, "Elena!" Matt forces Elena to move, she eventually does.

Stefan watches them leave. He turns back to Damon who smiles awkwardly, "So...that's gonna take a little time." Stefan walks into Damon and then walks away, "Stefan, hey wait, Stefan. Wait!"

I take a deep breath as I begin to walk away too, "Okay, as fun as this was, I'm leaving too."

"Lola, wait, please."

I sigh as I turn to face Damon, "Damon I can't just forget about everything else that is going on."

"I know, but let me just tell you this, I'm sorry." Damon says as he steps closer to me, "I'm sorry for pushing you away. We used to be so close, always knowing when we needed each other and always being there to cheer each other up. I miss that."

"I miss that too and it's all well and good apologising, Damon, but we are never going to be like that again." I stare at him blankly, "We were like that before a lot of things came into the picture, things you've done, things I've done. You can't keep manipulating me into siding with you all the time. I keep letting you hurt me and I'm done doing nothing about it."

I try to walk away again but Damon grabs hold of my wrist, "Lo, I'm not. I just...wait." He frowns as he looks down at my arm, "What's that on your arm?"

I snatch my wrist from him, starting to panic slightly, "It's nothing. I, I have to go." I vamp speed away without giving Damon the chance to question me anymore.

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I'm greeted back at the Mikaelson home to Klaus walking straight over to me with the same comforting smile I love, "Hello, love." He wraps his arms around my waist, giving me a soft peck, "Rebekah tells me that your family owned all the logging mills."

I nod as I snake my arms around the back of his neck, "It seems so. Have you got in touch with Kol?"

Klaus smiles, "I did, pack your bags."

I narrow my eyes at him as I smile, "Why? Where are we going?"

"To get you more answers."

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[A/N: So Lola is a siphoner!! What do you guys think? I wanted to do something I've not seen much in these stories, it's really just the OC being a werewolf that I've personally read, so wanted to mix it up a bit. I was so nervous to start this storyline in case people didn't like Lola being a witch but I really hope you all like the direction I'm going in!! Also thank you so so much for 22K reads, love you all!!!]