Damon Salvatore

I woke up dreary and hungry. I was starving. That's all I knew. Being a ripper is worse than turning your feelings off. You kill people, and you like it. You feel something about it. I could barely open my eyes. I could feel the vervain burning my insides. I tried to open my eyes even wider to where I could actually see where I was. I got up and walked to the door. My speed was gone. I must have been locked in here for at least a week. A few days is enough to starve a Mikaelson to the point of no return. He has gone past that. I am more than starving. I am unbelievably starving.

"Hello, little sister."

"Klaus," I mumbled as I heard the door to the cell open.

"Heard you have been having a bit of trouble, sis. Damon insists that it is in my best interest to help. Well, I brought back someone who you really need to get through this. You're welcome."

Klaus left and Damon and Elijah entered.

"Hello, sister."

"Brother," I gave a weak smile and tried to listen to him through all the pounding hearts. I could hear up to 100 miles away from me.

"Y/n, you need help. So I brought the only person in the world that can pull you from this," Damon said. "Elijah."

"I know," I said. "I could see his suit from miles away. The only Mikaelson that wears a suit 24/7."

Elijah squatted down in front of me. He held a knife in his hand. He was poking around his wrist with the knife, teasing at the idea that he was going to cut it.

"I could cut and feed you just a little bit of blood. Like a good brother. But I can't be the good brother right now," He said with threat in his voice.

"Please, brother. I need something to eat," I pleaded.

"Yes I know. Which is why I brought a human blood bag. We need to get you off of feeding on supernatural beings."

Elijah held a glass with only a little bit of blood up to my mouth. He forced it in my mouth but I threw it up. I can't hold down human blood for some reason. It hurt so bad to even think about drinking human blood.

"It's worse than I thought, Damon." Elijah said.

"What do you mean it's worse than you thought? You can fix her, right?"

"Yes I can," Damon sighed in relief. "But it will take time," Elijah said standing back up and looking at Damon, who stood up as well.

"How much time?"

"A decade. Possibly a century,"

"What?!"

"It's best that you leave her to us until then."

"I can't just-"

"Forget this ever happened. Forget Y/n became a ripper. Last thing you remember is her leaving town. She is on a trip with her sibling and won't be coming back for a long time."

Elijah compelled. He grabbed me and sped out the door and to the Mikaelson mansion.

Niklaus Mikaelson

I grabbed my noodles and sat on the couch. I was getting ready to watch all the Lethal Weapons. A marathon. Before I started the movie, I heard a knock on my door. I rolled my eyes, sat my food on the coffee table, got up and opened the door to see someone standing there leaning on my door frame. Klaus.

"Hello, demon."

"Hello, little darling. May I come inside?"

"Nice try," I said, keeping the door open. "Why?"

"I would like to get to know you. Ask a few questions."

"We can do that right here," I said, sitting on the other side of the frame. He did the same but outside. We sat back to back. "Long day?" I asked.

"Couldn't have been longer," He paused to think. "So, little darling, what is a girl like you doing in Mystic Falls? A place where mysterious things happen?"

"Actually, I was here to visit family. Turns out they left and didn't tell me. I decided to stay here. It seems like they don't want to see me."

"At least your father doesn't make it his life objective to murder his own son."

I gasped, "Really?"

"All true." He said, "Whenever I was younger, my father saw me as an abomination. Nothing more. He would get angry at me sometimes. Really angry. For no reason. The whole time I didn't understand what I did wrong."

"Sounds like an asshole to me,"

He chuckled, "What about you and your parents, darling?"

"Mother hates my guts. Whenever I was younger, she would always find reasons to get me in trouble. While my brothers sat watching, my father did the same thing, except he was worse. He got even angrier at me."

"Well, whenever I meet him, I'll rip his heart out for you."

"Please, you'd be doing us all a favor." I smiled. "So we both come from broken abusive homes. Something we have in common."

"Yes," He thought for a second, "Does Elena know about any of this?"

"No, I never told her and she never suspected. They put on fake covers in front of other kids and adults."

"Truly evil." He sighed. "Sorry you had to go through that, little darling. No one should."

"Not even you. I am sorry also."

"Don't be, I got to kill my father."

"Lucky. My father is still roaming out there somewhere."

"I can protect you from him."

"Come inside."

"What?"

"You heard me," I paused. "Niklaus Michaelson can enter my home."

We both got up. He sped inside and shut the door. We both leaned in and kissed each other for a long long moment. 

"I'm tired," I said as I pulled away.

I went upstairs and got in bed. He followed. We didn't do anything, we just slept. Although I knew he was watching me sleep.

"Goodnight, Klaus." I smiled.

"Goodnight," He stroked my hair with his fingers gently, "Little darling."

Elijah Mikaelson

"What are we even hunting Kol down for?" I asked Elijah as we settled in a room in a small motel off of the French Quarter of New Orleans.

"You don't worry about that, love." He said. 

"Whatever you say,"

"Hello?" Someone appeared out of the corner of my eye. Another victim.

"Hi,"

"I'm here to pass through you to the other side."

"Been here before?"

"Who are you talking to, Y/n?" Elijah got no response from me.

"I guess you could say that," I chuckled.

He touched my arm and disappeared. For five minutes again, all my bones and muscles started to crunch and shatter. I fell to my knees until the pain went away. Elijah waited until it stopped to come and help me back up.

"Are you ok," He asked.

"Couldn't be better," I lied.

Elijah's P.O.V.

I knew she had another victim to pass through. All I could do was watch as she clenched and cried out in pain. I was unable to help. I stood there, containing myself. I made sure that I didn't cry and that I stood strong. For her. Everything I do now, it's because of her. I need to make sure I am doing ok.

As soon as she was done, I rushed to her and picked her up. I held her tight in my arms for comfort.

"Shhh," I said. "It's all going to be alright. It will be fine soon. I'll find another way to get this curse off of you,"

"No," She said.

"What," She pushed away from me slowly.

"If the curse is lifted off of me, that means it goes to someone else. I don't want that for anyone. Not even the worse of people. I got what I got."

"But we can find a way, love." He pinned my arms to my side in hope and faith. "We can find a way to get rid of the pain. That's why I am trying to find Kol. He knows plenty of witches that could help us,"

"Elijah, no."

She ran off. I called my sister quickly and told her to keep an eye on Emily. I wasn't going to chase after her. She needs time.