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"WHY THE URGENT CALL, HM?" Aurelia looked around the grand parlor, before fixating her eyes on the abstract painting in progress that sat on an easel before Klaus. "What meaning is that supposed to have?" She asked, a skeptical look passing through her features. "And where is Rebekah? She's the one who texted me to come here."

"Late," Klaus replied, eyes fixed on his artwork. "Obviously."

"By seven minutes." Both heads turned towards Rebekah Mikaelson, who stood a few feet away from Aurelia with a familiar, roughly carved stake in her grip. "And before you ask why, it's because Alaric didn't want to hand the stake over. Lucky for us, I'm quite the charmer." With a quick raise of her eyebrow, Aurelia couldn't help but laugh.

"You'd have been more believable," When she began her comment, Rebekah's gaze shot over to her too fast and too cautiously for comfort. "...had you not mentioned the last part."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rather than an angry tone, Aurelia frowned at the slow and confused pace that Rebekah spoke with.

"Irrelevant." Klaus ruled out before the youngest in the room could raise a question. "That's the last of the stakes, isn't it?" With a quick nod from his half-sister, he took a look at Aurelia. "Considering you've done quite the job at keeping the Salvatores at bay, especially at what you pulled with them. I only told you to threaten Stefan, but you made a rather lovely play out of it."

"Your point is?" The stormy-eyed vampire snapped back with her question, barely interested in reviewing whatever took place with Stefan the preceding night.

"That you should do the honors of destroying the last thing that can kill us." He answered, making her roll her eyes.

"All of the praise for that?" She asked, gesturing for Rebekah to hand her the stake. "But now that you're offering me the pleasure of burning this little piece of wood, I'll gladly take it." She then smiled as Rebekah threw the stake towards her. "Heavier than I thought." She remarked, before aiming it right at the burning fireplace near Klaus.

She sharply shot it right into the flames, letting the orange and red engulf the wooden weapon with a prominent singed black layer. "Now there's that. We're officially immortal to any physical weapon that could've killed us." Rebekah observed happily.

"Pack your bags, the both of you." Klaus finally spoke. "We're leaving." Aurelia's eyes widened considerably at his sudden change of topic. "Don't stare, it's rude."

"Do manners matter right now?" She incredulously asked. "You just asked us to ditch town with you, focus on that!" He stopped his painting to look at her skeptically. "I'll be more specific: you're asking me to just leave Caroline! I've only known her months, and you... centuries!" She exasperatedly defended herself. "Yeah, there's really nothing keeping you here except a small crush, but that small crush you have is my sister's descendant—who I consider my own sister now."

"Phones exist, darling." He coolly retorted, keeping his paintbrush down on a paint splattered stool that she had just noticed. "I'm sure you have her number."

"I'm pretty sure I have yours, too." She started. "Come on! I've been off from you for decades at a stretch; I can live a while with my sister." She tried convincing him with a clenched jaw, waving her hands around with a kind of frustration she hadn't felt in a while. "Besides, now that the so-called Mystic Falls gang has no way to kill us anymore, I can safely spend some time with them."

"Are you implying that you want to befriend those who attempted to kill us? That's a pathetic reason." Klaus hummed, still keeping a calm demeanor. "Well, Damon Salvatore is fine, but Stefan Salvatore? You just drove him off your back."