"Teach them some of your skills, but never show any of them everything. Always have an ace or two up your sleeve, in case they try to rebel. Not ninjas, more like assassins. The Japanese saying is 'Aku Soku Zan' which means slay evil immediately. The head of the demon, Ra's Al Ghul." Niklaus suggested.

Back to the present.

"So, my brother inadvertently is responsible for the creation of The League Of Assassins? Well, what a surprise." Kol remarked.

"And that's all I know of your brother, I swear." Malcolm pleaded.

"I'll be sure to interrogate Nik when I get back to Mystic Falls, hear his side of things. Provided he doesn't try to stick a dagger in my heart again first. However, that still doesn't alleviate my concerns about your rather ostentatious preservation, considering the many times you've returned from certain doom and destruction." Kol said, reminding Malcolm that although he told him a story, it hadn't answered the questions he was initially asked.

"I told you if I tell you what I know of The League and their secrets then Ra's Al Ghul will-"Malcolm was cut off. Kol used his vampiric speed and strength to slam Malcolm against the wall by his neck.

"And I thought I made it abundantly clear by this point that I really don't give a damn. Either you value your bloody life and tell me, or Ra's and The League will be the least of your worries," Kol remarked, slamming Malcolm against the wall with a fierce grip on his neck.

"Get off of him!" screamed a young lady with light brown hair and a tint of blond, medium-length semi bowl cut, fair skin, about 5'5 wearing all black and drawing Malcolm's blade, towards the back of Kol's head as he faced the wall he had Malcolm pinned against.

"And who is this ravishingly exquisite girl," Kol said, losing his focus, releasing his grip on Malcolm, turning 180 degrees to meet the girl's eyes, and palm the tip of the sword once again, with his signature grin.

"Thea, sweetie, don't do this, I don't know what the hell this dude it, but I can't lay a finger on him," Malcolm warned.

"Sweetie, your sister then I presume, or your daughter even?" Kol said as he broke the sword in half and grabbed Thea's arm.

"Neither one of you are going anywhere until I get the answers I've come in search of. Oh, and Merlyn, if I don't get them, then Thea's heart will be ripped right from her pretty little chest." Kol threatened as he slammed Thea against the coffee table breaking it.

"Alright, I'll talk." Malcolm submitted.

"Oh, and Merlyn, in addition to The League's secrets, I want to know all of your personal ways of escaping death, as well. You're off the grid in such a peaceful town like this right, no one would look here for a reformed criminal correct? So, spill the beans, a man of your history is bound to know at least a few good workarounds." Kol ordered.

"Now, you're pushing it," Malcolm exclaimed, raising his voice.

"I don't think you're in any position to make demands or be subjective," Kol reminded, by adding pressure to Thea's arm, forcing a scream.

"Alright, you win. The Lazarus Pits. Pits around the world in secluded locations, containing eternal elements, can restore those back to life who've recently died, though with a bloodlust unlike anything experienced, as it infuses a small bit of each of the personalities from the others that have been dipped in that particular pit. The bloodlust doesn't cease until at least one life is taken by the revived body's hand. Only then, does the full soul get restored. The pits contain properties from every eternal thing on this earth. Dwarf Star particles, the last vestiges of them known to man on this earth. Spirit of a hero. Nth Metal, essence from the Rock of Eternity, and Vervain from the White Oak Tree." Malcolm explained.

"Vervain, so those dipped in it cannot be compelled I see." Kol thought aloud.

"Compelled? What the hell are you?" Thea screamed, while still locked In the armbar of Kol.

"Me? Well, I'm the stuff of nightmares. I'm one of those monsters the kids scream about at night. A vampire, fangs and all." Kol said, baring his fangs.

"But carry on Malcolm, how did YOU survive?" Kol interrogated further.

"I never used the pit, but I have learned tricks, how to shift your heart for a moment when stabbed, how certain herbs and connections are all you need to prolong your life," Malcolm exclaimed.

"That's all, you wasted my precious time for that. I should kill the two of you right now. I am immortal, it's the things that are that I'm trying to destroy. My family burned down that blasted White Oak. Well, you're in luck, cause you knowing the whereabouts of these pits is reason enough to keep you alive for now." Kol taunted.

"I know that every pit is guarded by league members, all laced with Vervain and torture won't help, as they've all been conditioned to endure even the harshest of it, accepting death as a more honorable cause. The only one I actually know of though, is league headquarters, Nanda Parbat." Malcolm continued.

"Now, please, let my daughter go, leave her out of this." Malcolm begged.

"Now, why would I do that, when I'm not done asking, isn't there some league code that if you betray the league and go against them you're as good as dead. Surely, even will all your tricks, there is no way you could be that elusive." Kol noted.

"I'm not off the hook, just out of focus. The league has bigger concerns then a rogue member, but I know for a fact they will come, eventually. That's why I have a plan." Malcolm stated.

"I would ask, but I'm not the least bit concerned about your plans for the league, so I'll leave the two of you now. Though killing you would bring me great joy, it serves no purpose and might draw some unwarranted attention that I desperately don't need right now. So, sayonara Merlyn. Oh, and Thea, call me, love." Kol winked with his signature devilish grin, before releasing Thea and scurrying away.