AN : Exciting week ahead to the Originals' premiere on CW. And I'm having this bunch of crazy ideas about it. And it has not even STARTED yet...So, here's a scene that found its inspiration in a couple of quotes from TVD 4x20. [I have such a bad feeling about this]...Anyway, let me know.

Pro humanis non errandis

New Orleans.

The plan had been simple : get in, strike, get out. But of course, reality tends to be more difficult. Most of all when your target is the most powerful family to walk this planet.

The team of four had been ready – they had been efficient, silent as shadows, mighty as hurricanes. The court guards had been down without making a single sound, their corpses left to gray away around the pieces of wood in their hearts. The team had moved in, swiftly, determined and cold. The months of practice around the Quarter were paying off. Even the youngest member of the team was holding her own with effortless grace. Soon, they had scanned the entire house, finding most of it empty, as planned. They deployed in what looked like a smaller living room.

« Gary ? » the leader asked.

The young man stepped forward, taking out his I-pad.

« It should look like a bracelet. »

The team scattered in the room, searching the place. They never saw him coming. First the sentry went down, heartless in a blink. Gary stood no chance. The automatic crossbow shot once, sending vervein in his veins. But the Original hybrid would need more than that to go down. The leader stood his ground, praying for his daughter to have the good sense to leave. Little did he know that his girl was just behind the small door, with what they were looking for. Her father attacked but he was blocked effortlessly.

« Did Marcel send you ? »

He spat blood on the floor.

« Did Marcel send you ? »

She could hear compulsion from where she stood. Her father chuckled breathlessly.

« Not telling, Klaus. You'll have to figure this out on your own. »

Klaus ripped his heart out. The girl pushed the door, shooting him in the chest. It hurt this time, sizzling, buzzing and electrifying all at once. She smirked.

« White oak bullet. I'm not feeling particularly like missing now. »

The sudden wave of pain sent him down on one knee.

« Who are you ?

-You think you killed all of us, right ? We're but one team.

-Who are you ? »

She smiled.

« Isn't it obvious ?

-Marcel did send you.

-No way », she chuckled.

She shot him a second time. The bullet found his shoulder, sending new pain thrashing inside him.

« I could continue this...but I've got what we were looking for. So I'm going now. »

He tried standing back, but he couldn't use the whole vampire speed. White oak really worked fast.

« Who. Are. You ?

-In your merry war for New Orleans, we're the humans. »

She gave him a cheeky salute, in a silver glint and jumped out the open window. He tore out the bullet from his shoulder, with a frustrated roar. The first bullet was harder to get out. When he flashed to the window, she was long gone.

« The humans... » he whispered furiously.

The door opened on Elijah.

« What happened to all our guards?

-We need to find new ones.

-Niklaus.

-We've been attacked.

-Marcel ?

-No, Marcel didn't. »

Elijah sighed.

« Did you manage to get another enemy when I was not looking ?

-No, Marcel lied. The humans are not looking the other way. »

Whilst speaking to his brother, Klaus was trying to assess what they had taken. He picked up the I-pad near the boy's corpse. The picture lighting up on the screen was enough information.

« And they stole Davina's bracelet. »

Elijah sat down in one of the chairs.

« I see. Not totally a spur-of-the moment attack.

-They're not looking the other way, he realized. They know everything about Marcel. They know about Davina, they know how Marcel controls her. They knew about our plan to get her on our side.

-Niklaus. It sounds like you don't have much leeway. » Elijah observed.

Klaus shrugged it off.

« They're humans.

-Overpowering this house's security in no time. They might be of help.

-They're humans, Elijah. »

The eldest Mikaelsen smiled.

« You have to admire their courage. I'd even say they were bold in coming here. »

Klaus turned to his brother.

« What are you getting at, brother ?

-You're not pleased at all with the deal we have with the witches. Marcel has the other half of the magical community and most of the vampires.

-I like the challenge.

-Simple politics, brother. If the wolves were still in town, we could go for them. But they're so far staying out. That may change, who knows ? But as of now...humans might be just as good a bet. They have proven to be brave. Almost insanely so. »

Elijah stood up, straightening his suit with the move.

« Which is more than I can say about those wolves I met earlier. »

Klaus didn't answer.

« Think about it, brother. Either way, I don't think that's going to be the last of them. Marcel seems to have angered them too. »

With that, Elijah left the room. Klaus stepped out on his balcony, pondering about the conversation. « The humans look the other way »

No, they didn't. But did Marcel believe they did ? Or did he just lie to his sire ? The humans. That might prove an even worse alliance than with the witches. But Elijah had a point. Marcel had almost all the rest of the town...And the humans - as of then unknowingly - struck a deal with the most powerful being on the planet. One thing was sure enough, though : New Orleans was worth it.

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