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"I hate you, Elijah. Dancing is absolutely pointless and you're saying it's elegant and proper. I think dancing is a terrible excuse to touch a significant other and frankly Elijah, the only reason is what to touch you is to smack that sly grin off your face," Kordeila huffed as her brother thought her to dance yesterday. 
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After saying goodbye to Matt Donovan, Elena begins to back out of the parking lot, bit runs into something in the process.
                          
 "What?" she asks herself. She hadn't seen anything behind her. She gets out of her car and checks her bumper, but here's nothing there. Suddenly, Rebekah appears. 
                          
"Drive much?" the Original asks, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. 
                          
"Rebekah," Elena states, annoyed and slightly scared. Rebekah grabs Elena and pushes her against her car. 
                          
"Surprised? You drove a dagger through my back, Elena. It hurt," Rebekah growls and tries to bite her, causing Elena to scream. Elijah, having heard the scream, comes rushing over and grabs his sister by the throat and puts her against the car instead. 
                          
"Oh, come on, Elijah, let Rebekah have some fun once in a while," Kordeila says, walking up to the three. 
                          
"Leave," Elijah looks between his sister, "both of you." He let's go of Rebekah, but she only steps closer to him. "Are you challenging me?" 
                          
"You're pathetic. Both you and Elena," Rebekah states before zooming away, knowing she couldn't beat the almighty Elijah Mikaelson; noblest of the noble. 
                          
"Elijah, you really have become a sour-scout," Kordeila tells him, crossing her arms and jokingly shaking her head. She turns her attention to the girl and greets, "Hello, Elena. Long time no see. Sorry for the inconvenient meet up, but I've really got to leave, but first..." she looks back to Elijah, "Remember how you left me to fend for myself when Klaus was teaching me to dance?" 
                          
"Sister, that was no big deal. You both got along just fine," he tells her with his usual calm tone, but he was afraid of what she might do. She was worse than Klaus, after all. 
                          
"Well," she smiles evilly before continuing, "I forgot. What's the rule I'm not supposed to break?" she walked over to him, and without breaking their stare, she stomps on his foot so hard that a few toes break. "Oh, yes, don't step on your feet," she looks over to Elena and smiles before doing the same attack she had on Elijah, "or anyone for that matter. Am I correct?" 
                          
"Kora, leave," he demands, helping Elena stand. Kordeila rolls her eyes, but obeys by speeding off in Rebekah's direction. 
                          
"Well...I believe we have a little catching up to do," Elijah says, looking over to Elena, "and a little healing." 

                          
"Oh, no, sister, let me." Kordeila took Elena Gilbert's invitation from her sister and smirked. "You go toy with someone else."

                          
 "Look, Elijah promised me that his family wouldn't hurt any of us. I believe him," Elena tells the Salvatores. The doorbell rings and Elena walks from the kitchen to open the door.