"It's Rebekah," Julie said, unlocking her phone. She was on the passenger seat of Elijah's car, Kol was sitting right behind her.

"Is everything okay?" Elijah asked, focused on the road.

"Elena's in transition."

Kol laughed.

"What's so funny?" Julie asked.

"I'm just surprised it doesn't surprise me," he answered.

"Yes," Elijah agreed. "Indeed, Ms. Gilbert is quite the survivor."

"Just like Katherine," Julie mused.

"Have you talked to her recently?" Elijah asked.

"We talk sometimes," she shrugged. "She's somewhere in Argentina."

"And where are we going?" Kol asked. "Because at some point we're gonna have to stop somewhere."

"Somewhere sunny," Julie answered. "Maybe...Miami. A hotel in front of the beach..."

Kol laughed again. "I like how you think, little witch."

"I'm not a witch," Julie reminded him.

"Right," Kol chuckled. "Sorry."

"So," Julie started to say as she turned on her seat to face Kol. "What do you know about elementals? Exactly, cause...I mean obviously you know magic but..."

"Well, first you need to remember that witches don't like elementals."

"I know that. I think that's why your mother didn't like me."

Elijah frowned but nobody saw it. Kol laughed.

"Maybe," he said. "But you know, elementals are mostly like witches. You just...have more power."

"So...I could...do any spell?"

"Yeah," Kol nodded. "Depends on how strong you are but...I think you're pretty tough. This should be fun," he smiled.

"So, you can't help me with the elements but you could teach me magic? Basic magic?"

"Yes, love," Kol grinned. "I'm gonna turn you into a Mikaelson witch."

Julie's heart jumped once in her heart. A Mikaelson. Was she one? What did it mean for her and Elijah? Would Elijah even be okay with that? Suddenly, she felt Elijah's hand on hers. She looked up at him. He was focused on the road but she knew, when he intertwined his fingers with hers, that he was more than okay with her being a Mikaelson.

Her phone rang again. Kol sighed.

"Who is it this time?"

Julie didn't answer right away. "It's Bonnie.".

"What does she want?" Elijah asked, alerted by her tone.

"Nothing," she shrugged. "She just wanted to let me know what a horrible person I am."

Kol laughed. "Well, you're going to hear that often, love. Us Mikaelsons are horrible people."

"Kol," Elijah warned. "You're not a horrible person," Elijah told Julie. "She's just angry."

"I know," she said, and she meant it. "We all say and do things for the people we love."

"Tell me, love," Kol cleared his throat. "You're not mad at me for killing your friend, are you?"

"What friend?" Julie frowned. "Elena?"

"Yeah."

"Elena's not my friend. She's been trying to kill you. I don't care rather she dies or lives. She's not better than us."

"I think we're going to be good friends, you and I, love," Kol grinned. "You're a smart one."

"Killing Elena was wrong," Elijah told his brother. "I gave my word."

"I didn't," Kol shrugged. "It was the only way to kill Alaric."

"He was just trying to protect us, 'lijah," Julie said. "Don't be mad at him."

Elijah sighed. There was a time, before, when Julie would have hated someone being killed.

"What if she didn't have vampire blood in her system? What if you had killed her?" Elijah asked his brother.

"That's what I was aiming for," Kol shrugged.

"You protect each other," Julie said.

There was no way, no matter who got hurt, that she was going to lose Elijah are any of his siblings. She would do anything to protect them and she appreciated that Kol didn't hesitate to kill Elena. It wasn't right, she knew that. But the Mikaelsons were the only family she had and she wasn't going to lose them.

"I'm not going to risk you...any of you. I don't care if Elena dies, especially when she tried to kill you, when she did kill you..." Julie stopped.

She took a deep breath to calm herself down. Thinking about the time when Elijah was lying dead in the Salvatores's basement always got her upset. It always made her want to burn that house to the ground, Elena and her friends with it.

"Calm down," Elijah said, squeezing her hand. "It's gonna be okay."

Julie sighed. A small smile appeared on her face. "I know."

"Elijah..."

Elijah's eyes opened when he heard his name coming from Julie's lips. He was lying on his back on their bed and she was right next to him. He was used to sleeping with her, usually, she would rest her head on his chest and that's how they always woke up, in each other's arms.

"Elijah..." she repeated.

She was sleeping, probably dreaming. Elijah smiled before he brought her to him, careful not to wake her up. She sighed as he moved his hand on her back and she nested her head in the crook of his neck and he leaned to kiss her forehead.

Julie woke up first. She didn't move. She focused on Elijah's breathing as she slowly became aware of her surroundings. She had a very nice dream. She grinned as it came back to her. Finally, she moved. First, she looked up at Elijah. His head was tilted to the left which left his neck exposed. Then, she slowly moved and put her lips below his ear. She kissed down his next than back up and put a kiss on his cheek. She knew he was awake because he had started moving his right hand up and down her back.

"Good morning," he mumbled, eyes half opened.

"Hi," she giggled. "How did you sleep?"

"Perfectly fine," he sighed. "You called my name in the middle of the night."

"I did?" she asked, surprised. "Did I wake you?" she asked, leaning to kiss his neck again.

"Yes," he said.

"I'm sorry," she apologized between two kisses.

Elijah smiled, amused. He put his hands on her waist and rolled over so she was lying on her back and he was on top of her. She giggled as she crossed her legs around his waist.

"You're in a good mood this morning," he grinned before his lips attacked her neck. She slid her fingers in his hair and moaned when he playfully bit her earlobe. Her hands travelled down his back to his sleepwear bottoms. He knew what she wanted and he was more than happy to give to her but there was something else he urged to do and he hated it.

"You're hungry," she said. She didn't need to ask. She knew. He only drank from her blood now and he hadn't fed in a couple of days. "We could do it again," she said and at first, he didn't know what she was talking about, but then he remembered. One time, he just couldn't control himself and he bit her. He realized what he had done the second he had done it. She had cried out, surprised. Usually, he would listen to her heartbeat but at that moment her heart was already beating like crazy.

"I'm not going to hurt you again," he said, looking down at her, stopping every caress.

She frowned. "You didn't hurt me," she said.

"You liked it?" Elijah asked, surprised.

"I didn't mind it," she said. "You liked it." She propped herself on her elbows and kissed him. She gripped his hair with her left hand, pushing him to kiss her back.

"I'm not doing that," he said.

"Why not?" she asked, leaning to kiss him again.

He took both her wrists and held them above her head against the pillows. He looked down at her in silence, contemplating the idea.

He wanted to do it. There was nothing like drinking blood while having sex. But she was so young and he wondered if she was only agreeing to it for him. He wondered that a lot. The many things she would do for him.

Because she couldn't move her arms and because, apparently, her words weren't enough to convince him, she moved her waist up against his, tightening her legs around his waist and she grinned.

"What are you afraid of?"

A smile started to appear on his face. Then he laughed. "I'm not afraid of anything," he said before he crashed his lips against hers. As his lips wandered on her skin, she whispered in his ear.

"Then, come and claim what's yours."