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"What?"

"What do you mean she is dead?" – Victoria could not believe what Sofia was telling her, Jane Anne can't be dead, she can't.

"Sophie tell me it is not true, please tell me this is not true!" – She was pleading now, she didn't want to believe it to be true.

All of a sudden she saw black, this was the last straw, he took to many people from her already, and now he has to die. She grabbed her keys from the table and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" – she heard Sophie calling after her, but she couldn't stop, rage was fueling her, she could feel the rush in her.

She drove like crazy, and was in front of Marcel's lair in what appeared to be minutes, she could've ran there, probably would've been faster but she didn't want humans to notice.

She broke in the door, and it split in half, the vampires in the room instantly looked up. Once they realized who it was they sped towards her. This is exactly what she wanted. She knew she could take every one of Marcel's henchmen; she was older than any of them combined and therefore stronger. She ripped the hearts out of the first two guys in one move, she decapitated the other three following them, she kicked the head off of the one behind. She felt a rush, killing them one after the other, sometimes three at a time, felt so good, she could feel her fangs coming out.

It took her a second to super speed towards Marcel, she was holding him by his throat, pressing him against the wall as he was gasping for air. He knew why she came, he also knew that she was stronger, and that she had just eliminated a small army worth of vampires. He knew he had no chance.

"You know why I am here. YOU KILLED HER!" – She was hissing at him, grasping his neck tighter as he tried to fight for air.

"And now I am going to kill you." –her voice was calm, but her eyes were menacing, she was going to kill him then and there. She reached for the nearby bar stool and broke of the leg, while still pinning Marcel to the wall.

She drew the stake through his liver, he screamed in agony.

"Ups I missed." –she smirked at him.

"Let's try again." This time it went through his lungs, he screamed again.

"Woops, not it, sorry let's try again." – She was clearly enjoying torturing him.

" I think I got it now." - and as she raised the stake to drive it through his heart, something stopped her. She fought the force holding her hand, but she couldn't move, all of a sudden she felt a hand around her hips and she was whisked away. Once it stopped, she looked around, and what she saw shocked her.

"Nick!" – was all she could say. She could not believe it was him standing there in front her, with that dimply smirk on his face. All she wanted was to run, but she knew he would follow her, so she widened her eyes in shock looking behind him, gasping "Oh my god!." As he turned his head to see what she was gasping at, she disappeared.

She sped home. When she got there she saw there was another surprise waiting for her.

"Elijah!" – She snapped at him. The original brother was standing on her porch. "Is Rebekah going to pop from somewhere as well?" He just smiled at her remark.

"What are you doing here? What do you want? How did you know where I live?" – She was yelling at him.

Elijah, stoic and sophisticated as always, answered her with a very calm tone: "Sophie told me."

"What?" – She yelled again

"Leave her alone, and leave now, I don't want to see you or your brother! Do you understand!" The nerve he has showing up here, after everything. Not just that she didn't manage to kill Marcel, because of Nick, but now they are involved with Sophie as well.

"I am sorry to come here so unannounced. I came to apologize to you, and to explain." – He spoke with such calmness in his voice, he knows he and his family had wronged her, but they needed her help now. From what Sophie told him, she can help them with Haley. And it was good to see his old friend again.

"No needs to apologize, and no need for explanations, just leave Sophie and me alone; ok?" – She said with a stern voice. She had no interest in their apologies or explanations; it's been 700 years since then. She headed for the entrance, she was going to slam the door in his face, and she knew he couldn't enter anyway.

"He didn't want to leave you behind, I TOLD him to do so." – He spoke fast, before she could enter, and slam the door in his face, he knew he had to be invited in.

She turned around to face him.

"Please invite me in, and I'll explain everything to you." – He said politely and calm.

"No, you can explain now or leave, but I am not inviting you in." – She spoke.

He figured this is better than nothing, so he sat on the wooden bench in the right corner of the porch. She refused to sit next to him, opting to stand; she crossed her hand over her chest.

"I'm listening." –she said.

"You know that our father was hunting us, since we fled from the new world. Well it usually didn't take him too long to pick up on our tracks, and we would usually be informed that he was coming nearer. Every time he would get closer to us we would leave everything and run. That time, it was the same situation. We were informed that he was two towns away, heading our way. We had to leave again, Nick was going to go look for you, but I told him not to. We were sentenced on a life on the run, but you weren't. You had a chance to leave a fear free life, to travel the world, and not to have too run, from every place you settle at. Apart from that we can't be killed, but you could, and if Michael knew how much you mean to us, he would've targeted you, you are easy to kill, and that would send a message. It took a lot of persuasion, until I finally made it clear to them that this was the best option for you. He never wanted to leave you, but he knew it was for the best."

"Well that wasn't your choice to make was it now. And if he was so conflicted about leaving me behind, he could've at least left a letter or something explaining himself, instead of letting me believe that you didn't care about me, and that I was wrong thinking that I was part of your family."

He reached into the inside of his jacket, and pulled out a very old piece of folded paper. "He did write you a letter, and again I have to apologize. I took the letter because I knew that if you found the letter, you would spend your life looking for us, and not living your life freely as you were supposed to do."

He was handing her the letter. With shaking hands she snatched the letter out of his hand. When she unfolded the letter she could see his cursive handwriting. The letter opened with

"I am so sorry." – written in beautiful cursive letters. She folded the letter quickly, she couldn't read it now, and she knew it wouldn't change anything.

"Fine you explained yourself, I forgive you. You can leave now." She wanted him to leave so she could process everything he just told her.

"I also came because I need your help". – he spoke again.

What the original Elijah Mikaelson needs her help, for what she wondered. Her curiosity was peaked.

"My help, for what; and what kind of help?" – She tried to answer as detached as possible to hide the curiosity in her voice.

"Sophie told me about your house, he knocked lightly on the wooden frame of the door; a witch put a spell on your house, so vampires need to be invited in, by YOU."

"So why would that concern you, you can't be killed. "

"No but Haley can."

"Who is Haley?" – She asked confused.

"Sophie didn't tell you?" – He asked surprised.

"I was out of town, I came back today. What business do you have with Sophie, and who is Haley?" – She was getting angry again, feeling like something major is going on, but she has no clue and she hated it; she hated not being in control.

"You should invite me in; this is not something we can discuss on the open, for Sophie's safety."

"Fine." – She eyed him suspiciously "Come in."

"Well, she certainly obliterated this place."– Klaus smirked as he watched Marcel stand there surrounded by all the those dead vampires, Victoria killed a moment before.

"Who was that anyway?" – Klaus asked, wanting to get some information from Marcel plus he didn't want Marcel to know that he knew Victoria, her hatred for Marcel might come in handy, he thought for himself.

"She is a crazy bitch that's who she is."

"Well she certainly broke your rules, does that mean retribution is in order?" – Klaus said in a malicious tone.

"I would wish nothing more than to rip the heart out of her chest, but that is kind of impossible."

"And why would that be?" – Klaus asked, his interest was piqued, he knew Victoria was old and strong, but Marcel certainly had a way to kill her.

"She is a killing machine, have you noticed how she executed a small army worth of vampires, she'd almost killed me, if it wasn't for you. I owe you one man."

"What do you mean by killing machine?"

"Look she isn't your average vampire. She is old, probably as old as you and she has trained herself. She trained her average vampire skills to perfection. At least that's what I heard. But if what happened today is any indicator it is true, that means that she is harder to kill, and I am not going to take my chances, until I find her weakness. But I think I know what will give me an upper hand." – Marcel said with a devious smile on his face.

"And that would be?" – Klaus asked.

"Sophie Deaveraux." – Marcelanswered.

"I am afraid I am not following, why would she care, about the Deaveraux witch."

"Because those witches are her family, she came here today to get revenge for me killing Jane Anne, but well she didn't succeed."

"How did you know her again?" – Klaus asked, now intrigued by the life Victoria led in New Orleans.

"It's a long story."

"Well then it's good we're immortal". – Klaus said as he grabbed a bottle of bourbon from the bar.

"A few years after you left New Orleans; this couple arrived in here. I found out they were very old vampires, so I figured it is best to have them on my side. It was fine at first; they didn't seem to want any trouble, but the woman Victoria, started bonding with the witches. Now that appeared unusual to me 'cause if you remember the witches, they despised every vampire in New Orleans, but not her. She had a special bond with them, especially the Deaveraux witches. Well I soon figured I should establish myself as the leader, before these newcomers take over. I figured if the vampires want to rule this town, the other supernaturals need to disappear. So I decided first I need to get rid of the werewolves, I couldn't have creatures near us, whose bite is lethal to a vampire. However when I proposed the plan, Collin stepped in, suggesting a more diplomatic way. His idea was to make a truce with the werewolves, making sure they leave the town before the transformations start, otherwise they are harmless and there is no need to chase anyone out of town. I saw others wavering towards him, he was a very charismatic guy, and my biggest threat. I soon felt him starting to take place of the leader, Victoria already had the witches on her side, and now he would have the werewolves. I couldn't allow that, so… so I killed him." – Marcel said with a devilish grin on his face.