Hi! So this isn't my first fanfiction I've written, but it IS my first Klaroline fanfiction. I really hope to give their amazing ship service, so I am completely open to reviews, ideas, opinions, etC. Please, please tell me anything you feel or any ideas you have while reading this!

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Set after 5x05 (TVD) and 1x08 (The Originals, though I ignore the ending where Davina goes to Cami)

Thank you so much!

"You've began to care about him again, Marcel? Do you know what comes from caring about my brother, from trusting him? A dagger in your heart, or your back. Do you forget how he punished us for being in something as simple as love?" Rebekah was livid. She knew it. Why had she bothered opening up her heart to Marcel, yet again? Right now, if he had to choose between Klaus and her, she was sure he would choose Klaus. Yet again. Did he not remember how Klaus' only intentions for being in New Orleans was to re-claim the throne Marcel had previously reigned in? She turned completely on her heel to face Marcel. They were seated beside the pool at the plantation. She knew that Marcel still didn't like to be here, the memories of his slavery coming back in the familiar surroundings, but it was the best place to be alone, with Klaus over in Bourbon Street. Rebekah was living her entire life inconvenienced by her brother, and she was sick of it. She though that Marcel would share the same thoughts as her but obviously, he had been sucked back in by her brother's charismatic lies.

"It's not like that this time, Rebekah. We're equals." Marcel insisted. Rebekah snorted. How he could still be this naïve, after more than 200 hundred years?

"Equals?" Rebekah scoffed derisively. "There is no such thing as equals when it comes to Niklaus. He will always be in control."

"What else am I meant to do, Rebekah? We tried force, which was stupid and a loss of my people. He owns everything that he wants, that I could ever have given him. There is nothing to offer, nothing to threaten him with. Being his friend, and working alongside him, is the best and only option." The words were just another example of how every lost at their brother's hand. He was stronger, yes, and invincible but that didn't mean he should always win. Rebekah was sick and tired of it.

"Don't be so sure." She got the idea suddenly, and couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it earlier. She lay a hand on Marcel's knee and smiled at him. "I know a girl who Klaus covets, and perhaps even loves," She paused. "If he is even still able to." She added, as a bitter after thought.

"Who is she?" Marcel looked up, his curiosity finally peaking.

"Some baby vamp. Personally, I don't see the attraction, but it is there, and I've seen it myself. Nik acts almost 'human' around her, if that is possible" Rebekah grinned, her hands moving to cradle Marcel's face. Hope, for the first time in years, was visible and gleaming in her eyes. "This could be our offering, Marcel, or our bargaining chip. It could be the good fortune we've been waiting for, the luck we deserve. " Marcel's face mirrored Rebekah's. He clasped his hand over hers, already thinking of the how's and what's of this baby vampire's kidnap. How he would get her, where he would keep her. His former thoughts about 'equality' with Niklaus were forgotten in the midst of this new opportunity. Why be equals? If Klaus truly felt for this girl what Rebekah said he did, this girl might just be enough to give Marcel his throne back.

Diego shushed the vampire behind him. Stupid night-walkers. Savages. Marcel had stressed to him earlier how important this mission was. It was already risky, what they were doing, since it was a secret from Klaus. He would be furious if he found Diego and his man gone, and Diego could face possible death when he returned to New Orleans. However, Diego had decided that this mission was worth the risk. Marcel had been tight lipped, but Diego had gotten the feeling that this task was an attack to Klaus, from Marcel. The thought pleased him. He despised Klaus, and detested the way his loyalty was now pledged to him. Marcel was his sire, Marcel was the one who gifted him his daylight ring, and had kept him out trouble for all these years. The only person he ever wanted to be loyal too was Marcel.

There she was. Diego's muscles tensed as he spotted the girl, the one from the picture's Marcel had shown him. She was pretty cute, blonde and blue-eyed, though not particularly his type. She seemed annoyed about something, her pace fast and her brow furrowed. Diego sent a sharp look behind, silently telling the night walkers to get their wits about them, and to get ready. Diego knew she was a baby vampire, but Marcel had warned him not to underestimate her. Her capture alive and unharmed is crucial, don't let anything mess that up. Diego's face set determinedly. He would come through for Marcel, and when Marcel was once again in control, he would reap the benefits and the respect that was owed to him. The girl rounded the corner, and began walking down the path that crossed right in front of the bush Diego and the night walkers were crouched behind. As she came in without a metre of them, Diego felt all the bodies around him coil to spring.

O-n-e second, t-w-o seconds, t-h-r-e-e…

Diego leapt out of the bush and clamped one hand around the girl's mouth so she couldn't scream, and the other around her neck. The girl began to struggle immediately, her hands flying up to grab and squeeze Diego's face. They were quickly ripped off, her hands being pinned together by a blonde, snapping nightwalker. They pushed the girl roughly down behind the bush, the girl continuing to struggle, her eyes set and steely, with only a lick of fear showing through. Admirable, but fruitless. The nightwalker in charge of the vervain ropes snapped gloves on, got the ropes out and tied her up. Diego watched the girl wince as they burnt her skin. Smoothly, he moved both hands around her throat. The girl opened her now uncovered mouth to scream, but was silenced as Diego cleanly snapped her neck. The night walkers carried the girl into Diego's van, and he couldn't resist the grin that plastered itself on his face. Marcel would be so pleased with him. Perhaps, especially with Thierry in the garden, he would even be promoted to Marcel's right hand man, his favourite. If so, he would be respected by everyone in New Orleans, owed almost as much loyalty as Marcel was. He laughed out loud, imagining it, and ignored the confused glances from the night walkers.

If this girl was the key to Marcel's redemption, it would also be the key to his own promotion.