"Yeah, well, it was worth a try." He three down the shovel and glared at the coffin, trying once more to open it with his hands. "Alright, Klaus has 6 siblings. Rebekah is now with Klaus. There was one dead kid in the old world, one dead kid in the new world, which leaves Elijah and two others. Three sleeping originals, four coffins. So, who is in the locked box?" 

Nini wandered over to the coffin she recognized as Elijah's, opening the lid and her breath caught in her throat when she looked inside. There he was, Elijah Mikaelson, gray, decayed, and seemingly dead. 

"No idea. But whatever is in here, Bonnie seems to think will help us kill Klaus. So, the sooner she can get this open, the sooner we will know if she's right." Gently, as if touch would make him disappear, Nini reached her hand forward, pushing his hair so it would look more put together, just how he liked it. 

It was like just yesterday she was with him. Seeing him smile at her, the worry in his eyes when she did something stupid, watching the way his jaw tightened when he focused on something, or straightened his suit when agitated. The way his lips felt on her, desperate, longing, loving. 

"Nini? Any idea who the others are?" 

"What? Oh, yeah, sorry." Both of her brothers were looking at her expectantly and with a last lingering glance to Elijah she moved to the other coffins, pushing open their lids. Inside there were two more men, one looking younger than the other and like he would love to cause trouble. "This one here I'm guessing is Kol. He's younger than Elijah but older than Bex." She motioned to the younger boy and shut his coffin before going to the last one of the three. 

"Him though, I'm not so sure. Elijah mentioned having more siblings but he only spoke of Klaus, Bex, and Kol. I'm not sure who he is." 

"And what about the fourth coffin?" Nini shrugged. 

"Like you said, there are six of them. I don't know who's in there." While her brothers continued to bicker Nini went back to Elijah coffin, her hand reaching for his dagger when suddenly the coffins disappeared, causing her to step back. 

"What the hell?" She took a step back and then just like that there were the coffins. Immediately she reached for the dagger again but just like before, gone. 

"The witches must not want you to undagger him." Stefan shrugged, though he didn't seem to be to let down by the news.

"Seriously?" 

"If there is anything the witches hate more than vampires, it's Klaus. And they clearly want to torment him." Nini scowled, turning for the stairs. 

"I'll be back, I'm going outside." She trudged up the staircase, grumbling angrily under her breath. Of course, now for the second time she had a chance to free him, and yet she failed. And this time it was because of a bunch of dead people! 

Nini flipped her switch as she wandered the house incase any hybrids decided to turn up but instead she found something completely different. Well, more like someone.

"Emily?" She was in a simple dress with an apron tide around her waist and a bonnet on her head. This was extremely similar to what Nini had seen her in last aswell. 

"Hello, Miss. Salvatore." The witch had a light smile on her face, standing only a few feet from the girl.

"How are you here? Aren't you-"

"Dead?" She cut her off, "Yes, but this is a witch house. There is magic running through its walls." 

"It's good to see you, I never did get to truly thank you, for everything. Me, my brothers." Emily waved her off. 

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