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Discipline was one of the qualities that Elijah adored. And as an Original vampire he believed reaching that saturation point was very important, for they constantly were bothered with enemies. As if they would have attracted the problems. Wherever they go, they would find themselves surrounded by enemies, or it was maybe they would get into the troubles.

Now that New Orleans got unnecessary attention, because of the massacre at a local bar and mismatched deaths, Elijah became restless. Night walkers were tracking down to find the person or maybe a group behind this mess.

Niklaus wasn't showing his imbalance, but Elijah was sure that he wasn't exactly amused with the current scenario. At first, the Original Hybrid suspected Kol who was busy these days, barely showing his cheeky face.

Elijah couldn't help but believe in his younger brother, considering Kol's methods of having fun.

When Niklaus deduced that point, he became furious and informed Elijah that he would dagger Kol, if he had to, before things were to take any nasty turn. And when Elijah quietly reminded of his promise: no more daggering.

With zero interest he watched the group of the vampires, wrestling in the middle of their family house, by the time Kol entered.

And he wasn't alone.

A blonde accompanied him who was exactly walking behind. She looked familiar, but Elijah wasn't quite sure where he saw her.

Kol's presence didn't stop the younger vampires. He walked, merry look on his face was plastered.

"About time." Elijah commented, crinkling eyes for a bit.

"Good to see you, too, brother." Kol questioned, "Missed me?"

"Well, I did," responded the Original Hybrid getting down the stairs. Three sets of eyes landed on Niklaus who scanned the room full of busy vampires before shifting his attention back to the most mischievous sibling.

"Anxious is written all your face, Nik." Kol continued using his sarcastic tone.

"Can't help it, little brother." Then he noticed the stranger. "You are supposed to keep your games, playthings out of this place."

"Mind your word, Nik." The bratty brother's tone hinted warning. Niklaus' gaze did not leave her, scrutinizing her every move around the place. She stood at an acceptable distance from the crowd, observing the fight quietly. "That's not how you would acknowledge our guest."

"Guest?" Elijah asked, slightly surprised to see that Kol managed to get an acquaintance.

"Yes," Kol replied smoothly. "She is a friend." Watching Elijah's incredulous look, he questioned. "Like always you underestimated me, Elijah?"

Elijah remained silent looking at 'the guest.'

"Caroline, darling, come and meet my brothers." Kol purred.

The blonde glanced at him first. Something about her was not right, Elijah felt so. Almost she looked like she was suffering from mental disorder. Her ocean blue eyes reflected too many emotions—confusion, irritation and remaining were in haze—in a less span of time, varied with every step was taking.

Not right.

"Caroline Forbes, this is Elijah, the noblest one of us." Kol's palm stretched out at the brother in suit and then turned to the pale Niklaus. "And this is Niklaus, everyone's favourite." Kol would not miss a single chance to remind people of their choices.

For the first time Elijah noticed how Niklaus was staring at her and she at him. But both were different. His brother was studying her, so cautious, and she was looking as if she was trying to remember something about him.

And then Caroline quickly locked her stare with Elijah's.

She did not utter a word while she assessed them.

Attentive.

Elijah took initiative, "I hope you will enjoy the stay, Miss Forbes."

Still there was no verbal response from her side. Another flicker of emotions in her eyes was unforeseen.

She had some problem, Elijah thought, as she was led by Kol.

"She is—" Elijah began and Niklaus continued.

"—peculiar. She's…something's wrong with her." Niklaus muttered, gawking at the path she left.

"You think Kol wants to meddle with her?" Elijah hunched.

Except for the cheers from crowd nothing prevailed in the room for a moment. Then Niklaus spoke, slowly meeting his brother's suspicious eyes. "With her or with us?" He was calm, yet distant.

Elijah understood what he was suggesting.

She could be a problem.

"Why do you think everyone and everything in this world is against you?" Cami argued.

Even though anger seethed in him, Klaus managed his tone while answering. "Because I know my brother and his thirst for sport."

"But—"

"Camille," Klaus shushed her, his voice raw and commanding, "I've seen him all my life, okay? More than a thousand years. You wouldn't know what he's up to until he has done enough loss."

That left the human therapist speechless. Not after listening to his analysis of Kol, but the tone he used with her. Never had he been that rash with Cami because he liked her, he liked the fact she accepted him—with much difficulty. She wanted to lend hand and he appreciated it. Nevertheless regarding him as a mentally imbalanced person began to irritate him.

He was in his senses.

He suspected Kol was planning something.

He figured out the blonde vampire—ah, Caroline—was strange.

He still remembered flicker of emotions in her sea blue eyes. For a person who lived thousand years and who had seen many shades in people, her expression was still a mystery.

"That woman—" Klaus said absentmindedly.

"Which woman?" Cami became curious suddenly.

Though Klaus looked back at her, he was aloof. "Caroline Forbes." He was surprised to remember her name—her eyes. Every goddamn varying emotion danced in them.

"What's with her?" Cami maintained her cool, but the Hybrid knew she wanted get more information from him and he knew why.

Cami was rooting for him as well. They both hadn't gotten into anything serious yet. Klaus, being one of the oldest, had learned not to let people in his closer circle without observing. So, he was taking his time around her. The relationship between them was easily going, though at times because of her ways of argument Klaus felt like snapping back.

But she was caring for him. Right. Yeah.

A charming smile reached his lips, as he leaned on the desk with his palms pressed to the wood. "My brother has brought another tool." He brushed off the topic. "That will be crushed out, sooner or later."

Yeah, the blonde baby vampire was nothing. He could have simply killed her in a blink of an eye if things were going to be against him.

All Klaus had to do was to focus a little on Caroline.

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