Elijah:

"Do you know who I am?" Klaus Mikaelson snarled down at you, his blue eyes sparking in fury.

Your younger brother had angered the Original and you currently stood between the two of them, defending your brother with your life. One of your hands stayed latched around your brother's arm to keep him from leaving. There were times, this being one of them, you wished your sibling hadn't been turned with you. You spent more time getting him out of trouble than you did living your life. 

"Do you know who I am?" you asked with an arched brow. 

That caught him off guard and you noticed he relaxed slightly as his lips twitched and some of the fury left his eyes. This is why you were always getting y/b/n out of trouble. People naturally liked you as much as they disliked him.

"No, love. I have no idea who you are. Should I?"

"Her name is y/n y/l/n," an elegant clipped voice said and you glanced over to see the elder Mikaelson approaching. You'd been a little in love with Elijah Mikaelson from the moment you first saw him. Elegant, calm and refined, he was everything his brother wasn't. You were astounded he knew who you were. You were nobody important.  He stopped in front of the two of you and took your hand in his, kissing the back of it. "I apologize for my brother's lack of knowledge. If he had more discerning tastes he would certainly have been aware of you."

You were two hundred years old and you were certain you just blushed. Regretfully, you pulled your gaze from Elijah's and turned back to Klaus. "What has my brother done this time?" you asked. 

"He claims to have information of import, and offered to sell it to me," Klaus was obviously quite furious with your brother. 

You turned to look at your sibling, grasping his upper arms in your hands. "Is this true?"

"Well, why shouldn't I get something outta it? They wouldn't know without me, now would they?" he said. 

You closed your eyes and took a breath. "Tell them what you know or, so help me, I'll let them have you."

His eyes went wide. "You wouldn't."

You simply arched a brow. 

He sighed and slumped in defeat. "Fine. I saw a man ask someone about you. Once he got the information he needed he compelled them to forget him."

"Who was this man? What did he look like?" It was Elijah who spit out the questions. You released your brother and stepped aside. 

He gave a thorough description and the Originals shared a glance. "Mikael," Klaus said and Elijah nodded. They stepped away together, talking in low voices. Finally you shrugged and started walking away with your brother. 

Suddenly, a hand grasped your arm and turned you around. "Come with us," Elijah said.

You frowned. 

"This man...if he finds out your brother told us this, he will kill you both with no hesitation. At least leave town with us, then go your own way if you wish."

You looked between Elijah and his brother. Finally, you nodded. "Very well. I will leave with you."

Elijah smiled and put your hand on his arm to lead you into the house.

***

Klaus:

You were chaperoning the dance at the high school. You didn't know why you'd let yourself be talked into this. Oh yes, Damon had called and asked for a favor. Even though you had graduated two years ago, you were still friends with Caroline and by extension Elena and Bonnie. The fact that you could read auras and knew instantly what someone was, had only cemented that relationship as they got pulled into the supernatural world. 

You ran a hand down your face and glanced around the dance floor. You didn't see anything unusual. Damon wanted you to watch for Klaus, an Original. Whatever the hell that was. All you saw was the normal students and faculty. Speaking of faculty, Ric was currently dancing his way through the students. You arched a brow. That was very...not Ric.

Closing your eyes, you took a breath and concentrated. When you opened them, you could see everyone's auras. Including Ric's. Unless he'd turned into an extremely powerful vampire overnight, that wasn't Ric. Or werewolf maybe? For some reason the aura was reading both. You looked around only to find Damon and everyone else had yet to arrive. Of course, he would ask for your help then be late.

You made your way to your friend's side. "Hello, Ric," you said. 

He looked at you in surprise. "Hello."

After a glance around to make sure no one was listening, you stood on your toes to speak in his ear. "Who are you?"

He turned to you in surprise and studied you with dark eyes. Slowly, a grin covered his face. "Oh, I like you."