I do not own The Vampire Diaries or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. In this chapter Elijah goes into the history of the Originals. I made them a lot older than they are in the show because really? The Middle Ages produces the first of their kind? Kind of ridiculous. He gets tested out on patrol and Kennedy does something really stupid. This chapter is not for Kennedy fans.

Chapter 2: History, Patrol, and Careless Words

Faith's POV

"Damn Red, driving stick again, good for you!" Faith smirked as Willow went red. It was an amusing scene, the powerful witch so comfortable on the bed with a man she could only call nutritious and delicious! "Unlike some, Slayer, I'm a gentleman. I don't bed someone I just met!" said the Original but his tome was amused. "Pity." she said as she raked her eyes up and down his body. She felt Vi smack her lightly. "Mind out of your pants, girlfriend!" She shrugged and winked at Willow. She sat on a metal chair, facing them. Eyeing Elijah she said "Business before pleasure. Spike gave us the basics. You are an Original, not much info on record about that. You have done fucked up things, but since you carry a soul, you want redemption. The PTB called Wills to you, to offer a deal. Clean slate for aid against the First. What we don't know is how the Originals came to be. Strengths, weaknesses, abilities, any enemies we need to be concerned about?" she took the blunt approach. "You are more intelligent than you give off, Slayer. Well done!" Elijah answered. "As for us Originals, we are the oldest and the very first. It was our essence mixed with demonic blood that created the vampires you know.

You see, there was seven of us. Henrik, Alarik, Nikolaus, Rebekah, Kol, Finn, and I. Thought not known till later, Nikolaus was the son of an affair between my mother and a werewolf. Mother was a witch by the way. Important to the tale. "So the furries predate vampires?" Vi asked. Elijah nodded. We were born in ancient Russia, just on the boundary leading to Western Europe. One day, our father came in, wild! A werewolf had killed Henrik. He blamed and tried to kill Nikolaus. We all had to hold him while mother bound him in his place." Willow nodded. "Wild with grief over everything, mother took the wounded Nikolas, drew down the Circle, and bade us all enter. She bound all of us in our current forms, never to die..." "But blood magic demands a price..." Willow added, smiling grimly. Faith observed him lean in to her friend a bit. Mutual comfort. "Yes it does. The price was 'by blood you are made, by blood you shall live, Death is your name." Sympathy flooded through Faith. It was all to similar to "Death is your gift." "The road to Hell... well now we know the history. Abilities?" she asked.

Super-strength, to the level just shy of Glory, I'm told." Faith hid a shudder. "We are faster than other supernaturals. We can share thoughts through bonds, be they magic or blood. We can compels people to do our will except for the most powerful witches and Slayers. We are un-killable by any known means. We can walk in the sun. "Your brother, Nikolaus, he's a hybrid, isn't he?" she asked. He nodded. "I won't ask what you did to make you choose to pick this fight, it is not my business. I need to know me and mine are safe." "We are. He has no reason to harm us." Red's eyes were black and boring into the Originals. She repressed a shudder. "Good, now kiddos, time is waiting! Come on dead boy, your with us on patrol tonight. Lets see what you can do!

Elijah's POV

"Definitely the female Damon!" Elijah thought to himself as he followed the Slayer out of the crypt. He had to keep himself from laughing. Especially with the way she carried herself... "Something else, isn't she?" he looked over his shoulder to see Willow behind him, smiling slyly. "I know someone so much like her, it borders on creepy." he said. He watched as curiosity sparked in her green eyes. "There's a MALE version of Faith! Goddess help us all!" she held her hand over her heart in mock horror, and he just couldn't contain it anymore! He laughed heartily with her as they walked in the night. "Anything you want to share!" Faith shot at them, making them laugh harder. "Tell me about male Faith." she replied, trying to compose herself. He liked her laugh. It wasn't the ringing of bells, some crafted art. It was heart-felt and joyful. "Ah the infamous Daom Salvatore. He shares your friend's devotion to leather. He is not happy unless he is brawling with someone over something. He is a living terror to the ladies. He has known generations of females in the same family biblically! He is uncontrollable, volatile. But he loves his brother and is devoted to him and devoted to his brother's girlfriend..." "Ouch! That's never fun. You also just described Faith, minus the love triangle. No man is safe!" she cracked up again.

"Imagine if they actually met..." Elijah mused. "To much fire there! I would give them five minutes before they are either in bed or trying to kill each other!" she replied jovially. "You would give them that long? They would eye-fuck one another within seconds!" he snorted. If felt so good, to really laugh, and the pixie brought it out of him without even trying. The moment was spoiled however when Spike trailed back. "It's getting rather chummy back here! Remember we are on patrol. I don't want you to be off guard, Red." said the blonde. Elijah was annoyed on her behalf. She had more power in her pinky than Spike in his entire body. But he thought twice from the look in the other vamp's eyes. His fists tightened. "Pixie, how's your control right now?" he used the bond to speak silently with her. "Tired, but mine." he growled. She still had not fully recovered fro saving him and they wanted her on patrol? Imbeciles! "Mind yourself, I'll mind me!" she snapped at Spike and the younger vamp flinched.

"Just have my back, if you feel something off." she spoke silently to him again. He nodded once, silently acknowledging her words. "I meant nothing by..." Spike was interrupted. "Silence, it is a golden virtue. Use it William." Elijah said coolly. The other man nodded. "Spike! Quit making Red cranky!" Faith threw back to him. The other vamp sped up to catch the Slayer. "Thank you for that." Willow said shyly. "A gentleman worth anything stands up for a lady." he liked the blush his words brought to her face. He felt her suddenly tense and put her hand on his shoulder. "Stop Do you feel that?" He focused around him. "I do , we are not alone!" "Faith, Spike, Vi, we got company!" she yelled.

Willow's POV

She closed everything and everyone out. She sought the source of what she could feel. Energy swirled around her. Then she found it. Evil, predating even the Original. Strong but not as strong as the uber-vamps. "Bringers!" she hissed. Her anger heightened, energy cracked through the whole cemetery. She drew energy, but not enough. Cold arms around her waist, velvet voice in her ear. "Draw from me, luv." and she did. She drew on his power, his strength, few on his control. "Enough!" she said suddenly and her eyes popped open. She was afraid of hurting or at least weakening him. She turned to look at him "I don't loose what I give, Pixie. You can't harm me." he gave her a small smile. He was entirely unphased by the darkness that came from her very being. "Thanks!" she said shyly. "Ok, hate to interrupt the love fest but we got Bringers I would say three for each of us! Faith interrupted. "Of course, they could sense when I brought you..." she face-palmed herself. "See it as an opportunity Red" Said Spike. "Old man, come on, lets see what you can do!" his eyes turned yellow. Elijah's went black and they moved faster than light. "Call if in need!" his last silent words as she practically felt him plow into the Bringers.

Nine more began to circle Faith, Vi, and her. Her sense were heightened because of Elijah, she could see and feel them. "Girls, let's party!" exclaimed Faith, after which she threw back her head and let out a war cry. Soon Willow was focused on her own assailants. They moved to fast of her magic. So she used a speed she never possessed before and physically assailed the middle attacker. She slammed him into a tree and ripped out his throat. The next grabbed her from behind and slammed his knee into her spine. She let out a horrifying yell, got up, and yelled "Incendio inferno infintium!" The Bringer howled as pain swept through it. The earth crumbled beneath him and he fell, the earth closed over him. She reached for another and bound him in place before pulling his limbs apart. "Red, Look out!" intent on her last victim, a Bringer knocked her down and pinned her.

Her power began to seep and she screamed. Next thing she knew, all she could make out was a black bur and the weight was off her! "Elijah" she whispered, wondering. Her power was hers again. She set Spike's last opponent on fire. She watched the Original take out three Bringers with one blow, making her eyes grow as big as saucers! He took care of Vi's last two like nothing and yelled at Faith to quit playing with her prey. Willow moved in to help Spike up. "Male Glory indeed! Bloody git isn't even trying! Show off!" Willow shook her head at him "Be glad we got him!" she snapped She felt beyond tired and was in no mood for childishness. Spike gave her a strange look. Like he was trying to figure out something. "Scouts?" she asked, changing topics. "Definitely. The First will not be happy, especially not with an Original on our side!

Buffy's POV

She was still reeling in shock about the arrival of the Original when she raced out with tow other Potentials when her slayer sense went haywire. By the time she got there, she was socked by the carnage left in the wake of the Patrollers. She watched the Original with pure aw! She had never witness anything like it! Vi did well, she felt proud, seeing the evidence of her improvement first hand. Faith danced with them beautifully and Spike was his resourceful self. But Willow and Elijah scared her! Watching Willow rip the Bringer apart with no shred of remorse..." There was something about how the tow fought. Something similar, it unsettled her. She waited for Faith to finish the last Bringer before she showed herself and the other two. Plastering on a smile she walked towards them The Potentials applauded while she let out a low whistle. "Wow! I am so jealous I missed this party!" Elijah turned to look at her. He wore a smirk, like he knew she was acting, and didn't care enough to point it out. "I have been watching you, Lij! Saw you rescue my chica. Now we've seen what you can do, welcome aboard!" she held her hand out for hi to shake.

Faith snorted. Spike rolled his eyes. Willow watched with interest. She watched him straighten his posture, dust off what looked to be an expensive suit, and then walked up to her, his eyes never leaving hers and she fought the urge to flinch. His hands were colder than Spike's. In a whisper only she could hear he said "I am here only for her. If you ostracize, mistrust, blame, or not listen to her when she is trying to help you again, I will make it my personal mission to teach you all the meanings of the word pain before killing you. I always take a lady at her word, you should do the same, Miss Summers. Now smile, that's it, and nod. It's a pleasure doing business with you." he dropped her hand and smiled She fought between anger and fear. She also felt something. Like an invisible chord between this ancient monster and her best friend. "Follow me, the rest need to meet you and we can set you up at Willow's" She could see brief anger and that he wanted to saying something, but he let it pass. He waited for Willow to catch up and walked with the red-head, keeping her steady. She glanced back at Spike, who simply shrugged his shoulders.

The air seemed to get lighter and lighter the further they got from the cemetery. Faith and Spike took turns boasting to one another while Vi recalled all she caught, making the other girls jealous. She couldn't shake the feelings she got from Elijah. She REALLY didn't like him and it deeply bothered her that he had no known limits! What if he turned on them, or worse, brought the rest of the Originals behind him? What was this connection between him and Willow? They reached the house soon enough. "Let me introduce him, Buff." she nearly sighed with relief. "Thanks Wills!" "You need rest Pixie..."Elijah told her gently. "There is no rest for the wicked" she quoted, wearing Resolve Face. "Even you are powerless against the Resolve Face, Original" spoke Spike.

Giles' POV

He could feel his presence, just behind the door. He was powerfully curious and terrified at the same time. Spike had given them precious little to go on. He kept cleaning his glasses. The moment came. His favorite red-head popped through the door. "Gather the minis!" she said with a tired smile. A very good looking man trailed behind. The aura of power exuded was stifling! He gave Willow an amused smile. He turned, and after looking Giles in the eyes, bowed his head in respect. "Watcher, a pleasure" floated a British accented voice. He relaxed immediately. "Welcome to our current head quarters. This is a strange day in the history of Watchers, coming face to face with you and taking one another as allies." he said. "You have no idea!" said Elijah with a small smile. The others filed in while they were talking. "Shall we go to the living room?" Giles offered. "But of course" the other man replied, holding his arm out for Willow to take. She did instantly, and he felt something spark off both of them when she did so. There was something... there. He filed it away as he let Willow and the Original enter the room first.

He cringed inwardly when the coos and the cat calls started. "Teenagers! Why me!" he thought to himself. He took his customary chair and Willow stood front and cent, obviously nervous. "Girls, the PTB decided to give us an edge against the First." She turned to the man in question, who stepped forward. "This is Elijah Michelson, he is an Original vampire. I have looked into his soul, his desire to fight with us against the First is genuine. Anything else is his to tell or not tell." he was shocked by her words. Willow had never trusted anyone completely, but gave this being her full backing! He could tell from Buffy's face that she didn't like it. But even he felt it. Elijah had a debt to pay, and came from a time when that really meant something. He gave him the benefit of the doubt, but not his trust. "My history concerns a handful of you in this room. My skills and what I can teach you is of far higher import." he noticed Dawn watching the man intently. "You wish to help train us? Why?" asked Kennedy, eyeing Willow and Elijah suspiciously. She made her intentions on the witch public knowledge. Willow did all she could to keep out of her reach. He watched as she moved closer to him, like being drawn by an invisible string. The Original gave the Potential a spine chilling glare after giving Willow's arm a squeeze.

He needed no more convincing, some power was definitely between the two. He hadn't seen her respond to anyone like that since Tara and the dreadful aftermath. "Well?" Kennedy demanded, obviously not taking the hint and issuing challenge. Elijah's eyes went black and let the room feel a taste of his power "Because what you face, makes me look down right saintly! Torture is nothing to them. They are faster, stronger, and older than you are, and you are not even remotely ready!" his voice alone made even the Ripper in him want to run.

Kennedy's POV

She didn't like it, not one bit! She wanted Willow, she belonged to her! Yet here her red goddess stood, side by side with this, this abomination! She didn't like how he looked at her, how she let him touch her. She wanted to rip his head off! "Get your head out of your ass kid! How may ways does she have to show you she isn't interested! Listen to the damn man, he knows what he's talking about!" She jumped when Faith appeared behind her. Willow shot her a grateful look, several girls laughing, the Abomination gave her a feral smile and Giles cleaned his glasses. Willow turned a delightful shade of red and then stammered... "Moving on..." "Yes you all will train with all four of us. Those with a penchant for magic." She saw him eye Dawnie who game him a grateful smile "Will train with Willow. Who will train with me in fighting.: he turned and gave HER GIRL a reassuring smile. "And you all are just going to take this? Buffy..." "I remain your leader, and I tell you that it's this way, or don't let the door hit you on the ass! Don't question my authority again, little girl!" and the petite blond proceeded to send her a glare filled with power.

It didn't due to piss off the Queen Slayer... She winced internally. She could never let herself forget how efficient, powerful, and volatile Buffy could be. She decided to back down, for now. But she wouldn't stand someone walking in on her territory very long. She sent the Abomination a deadly glare before making to leave the room. Before she did "It would be nothing to me to end your life here, in front of everyone. She belongs to no one! If you go after her, corner her, or pressure her again, not even she will be able to save you." he spoke in her mind. She stopped, looked up in shock. Now she really did wonder what exactly he was capable of. She suddenly didn't want to know! "Will you swear on a blood oath you won't betray us?" asked one of the younger ones. She watched him intently, ready to pounce if he backed down. "IF that is what it takes." he answered, to her shock. This was all wrong! Willow was hers! Everyone was supposed to be on her side! She didn't quite know what to do. "Sit, or leave, it's your choice Kennedy." her red goddess said coldly.

"You heartless bitch! GO to Hell! I'm done! Done with your pathetic love of Tara, your whining..." the room went dead silent. "TO think, I actually thought you mattered! All that power, waisted... " faster than she could blink, Spike pinned her to a wall. "Pack your shit! NOW! Get the fuck out! If I ever lay eyes on you again, your fair game, love!" The Abomination was holding a collapsing Willow. "Pathetic really" and she left to pack. She was far from done though. She knew exactly who to turn too! She smiled grimly as she headed to find Caleb.

Elijah's POV

It took every in his will power not to snap Kennedy's neck, then and there! "Shh Pixie, she is pathetic! She is lashing out because you won't let her own you! Yu have value, more than you know! And on the bright side, she'll never be able to corner you again! You are better than this! Better than her! "Yeah Will, you are the best person in the world, everyone knows that." said an unknown man with dark hair and eye patch and a hideous Hawaiian shirt. "Xander" he put the name to the face. "I ... I know but..." "But what Pixie?" Elijah cupped her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "I'm spent Lij. Physically, magically, emotionally. I am expected to be this rock..." he immediately understood. She needed rest, a good few days of it. He noted the realization on her friend's face as well. "I'll get you home, Wills" said the other man. "Lij?" "Right behind you." not giving Xander the chance to argue. He turned to the other girls, who were still reeling from shock. "Tomorrow ladies, we'll begin." He and Dander helped Willow to her feet.

"Come love, let's get you home. " he wiped away her tears with is thumb. He threw both Buffy and Giles apologetic looks as they left the room. "When you mind so much if I got to Kennedy first? The younger man joked. "I say we hand her over to my dearest brother." a sinister grin was on his face. "If I were stronger I would so punch you for that remark." Willow replied, giggling. Relief wash through him. "You'll try." he teased her. They got to the car and let Xander drive. "Really, the Beastie Boys?" he remarked as Xander chose the station. "Don't knock the classics!" the younger man responded. "Classics? Back is classic, Mozart is classic, Frank Sinatra is classic!" Elijah ranted. Both Willow and Xander laughed. He let them off, Elijah holding her steady the whole way. She struggled to find the keys to the two story home for a moment. She opened the door and had to lean heavily on him not to collapse. He mentally cursed them again for putting her on patrol.

He picked her up bridal style and smiled at her blush. "Lead the way" he said jovially. She giggled and gave him directions, were he proceeded to tuck her in. He argued with her for an hour about the extra room, till she was just to exhausted to continue. He smiled when he took the other side of the bed, back to back. He was very fond of her, inspite only knowing her for mere hours. He wouldn't feel right, not being there. Her very prescience calmed something deep down inside of him, and he liked that feeling. Being daring he turned acing her and kissed her forehead. "Sleep, little Pixie." she let out a massive yawn in response to him. "Eyes shut." she complied though she grumbled. He waited for her hear to slow and her breath to become even before he turned back around. Connected he knew.