This is a sequel to "My Heart Will Go On", I recommend you to read it first in order for this story to make sense. I received so many requests about this sequel that I decided to write it, thank you all for your interest :)

New Orleans, 1 month after the sinking of Titanic

Klaus glanced at the body lying on the floor. It was a young man. Then there was a young woman, a slightly older man, a middle-aged woman and so on. The whole place was just one bloody mess.

"Klaus," Marcel said tensely. "I know that he's your… father-in-law, but things can't go on like this."

Klaus was very much aware of that, there was no chance in hell he would let one pathetic addict to jeopardize all his hard work. Dealing with The Faction was already annoying enough, not to mention the werewolves had caused trouble while he and Elijah had been gone and the damn witches demanded compensation after Stephen had attacked one of them in the French Quarter. The whole thing was nothing but annoying.

"Where is he?" Klaus asked coolly.

"I don't know," Marcel replied. "He had already left."

Klaus gritted his teeth, he had definitely had enough.

"Get someone here to clean up this mess. And I want him found."

Marcel sighed.

"Unharmed, I assume?"

"Yes," Klaus forced himself to say, although he would have wanted to stake the damn man. "I'll deal with him myself."

"Hopefully," Marcel huffed. "You know I like your little lady, I really do, but don't you think she deserves to know what's going on with her father?"

"No," Klaus snapped. "She doesn't need to know about any of this. Is that clear?"

"Fine, your choice. I'll get the boys here to clean this place up. Again."

Klaus ignored Marcel's piercing tone and marched out. He truly hated Stephen Clayton. If only he wouldn't be Viola's father… The house Klaus had bought for him wasn't far from the mansion, there had been no way he had wanted the damn man under his roof. Stephen had promised to once again visit his daughter today and once again she would be disappointed. The thought made Klaus to clench his fists; he really wouldn't have wanted to see that look on her face. He did understand that Viola loved her father, but he was hoping she would eventually see that Stephen wasn't worthy of her love.

He wasn't in a good mood when he returned to the mansion and he certainly wasn't pleased to see Dante Guerrera, the oldest son of Giovanni Guerrera, the leader of the werewolf pack and the Guerrera crime family. Dante was standing in the courtyard, wearing a dark suit, as usual. He was in his late twenties; he had tanned skin, dark eyes and black hair that had been combed back along his head.

"Mr. Mikaelson," Dante greeted him with his typical neutral tone. Unlike his brothers, Dante was known for his calm, un-werewolf like nature, he was an excellent negotiator.

Klaus' wolf was immediately awake, it saw a threat to it's mate. If Dante would pick up Viola's scent…

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, his voice sounded surprisingly calm.

"I apologize for coming here like this; your sister was kind enough to allow me to wait for you here." The young werewolf paused and stepped closer to Klaus. "My father sent me here to invite you to our humble home; he would like to clear out… certain unfortunate misunderstandings which occurred during your absence."

Klaus raised his eyebrows.

"Misunderstandings? Well, that is a one way to put it."

"I am not trying to justify any breach of contract from our part, but I can assure you that we have taken the matter seriously. Unfortunately my youngest brother can be quite… irresponsible, but you can be sure that our father has handled that."

"Hmm, good for him," Klaus muttered, he really couldn't concentrate before getting Dante away from Viola. He didn't know how strongly the werewolves would react if they would smell her and he certainly wasn't going to find out. So far he hadn't had time to find out more about her curse, all he knew was that her scent would attract the male werewolves. Like catnip.

"Well, I appreciate you clearing that out; I'll be in touch soon. Give my regards to your father."

"Of course. Thank you for your time, Mr. Mikaelson."

Klaus gritted his teeth after Dante had left; this definitely wasn't a good day.

"Bekah!" he snapped as soon as he was inside. "Bekah!" He found his sister in the living room; she was just having a drink.

"What?" Rebekah huffed; she didn't seem to be in a good mood either.

"Didn't I make it clear that I don't want any werewolves near this house?"

"Fine, next time I'll tell your 'business associates' to take a hike," she snapped. "I couldn't care less."

"What's with you?"

"None of your business," she snapped. "And your wife was looking for you."

"Where is she?"

"I don't know, probably in the music room. Elijah was supposed to give her a piano lesson, but I haven't seen him since this morning."

Elijah was probably cleaning up some of Stephen's mess. When Klaus would gets his hands on that miserable excuse of a father…

"Have you heard anything about Kol?" Rebekah asked, cutting off his thoughts.

"No, as I said, he disappeared after we arrived to New York. Why do you ask?"

Rebekah shrugged.

"I'm just curious, there hadn't been any headlines. The low profile isn't usually his thing."

"No, it's not. I'm sure he's somewhere causing mayhem as we speak."

New York

"Have she eaten?" Kol asked absentmindedly.

"Yes, sir," the bellboy replied. "I brought her dinner and I read her a story."

"Good," Kol huffed and gave the boy few bills.

"Thank you, sir. Shall I watch her again tomorrow night?"

"Yes, probably."

Kol stretched his arms after the boy had left; he had had a fun night. New York truly was his kind of city, there was always some action somewhere. Not to mention there were some great luxury hotels here, he was staying in the finest suite the Waldorf Astoria hotel had to offer. Nothing was too good for him, especially after his brother had ruined his fun in London. Nik had probably returned to New Orleans by now, Kol didn't think that he had stayed looking for him, not with the little peach and her vampire daddy.

The thought made Kol grin, hopefully Nik was having a lot of fun. He certainly was having fun, despite of the fact that he hadn't found any place for the girl yet. He had planned to simply drop her off to some orphanage, but for some reason that hadn't seemed like a good solution, not after he had seen those places. Not that he cared of course, but the girl hadn't caused him any trouble, except that she kept following him around like a puppy.

She didn't speak, but she seemed to understand what he said to her. He still didn't know much about children, but at least he knew now that he couldn't leave her alone for very long. That one he had learned right away when he had gone out and told the girl to wait for him in the suite. After returning few hours later, he had found the girl sobbing under the bed. Fortunately there was plenty of staff in the hotel; it wasn't difficult to find someone to watch over her.

He opened the door to her room and noticed that she was asleep, her little arms wrapped tightly around the doll he had given to her. It had been just a whim, he had recalled that miniature humans liked toys, but she had seemed completely stunned, like she would have never had a doll before. Apparently she hadn't had and now this one was her most valuable possession. Well, her only possession to be precise.

He sighed and closed the door, what was he supposed to do with her? Obviously she couldn't stay with him. After having a drink, he went to his bedroom and lied down. He didn't have time to fall asleep when he heard the quiet footsteps.

"No, Cosette," he huffed without opening his eyes. "Go to your bed."

He already knew that she wasn't going to obey and she wouldn't go anywhere before he would give up. He sighed before opening his eyes; she was standing next to his bed holding her doll.

"No. Shoo."

She didn't move, she simply stared at him with her sleepy dark brown eyes.

"I just don't get you," he muttered. "You should be scared of me; I'm not a nice man. I don't like children."

She yawned and tugged at his sleeve.

"Fine," he snorted. "But this is the last time."

He had said the same thing last night and the night before that, but this time he meant it. Definitely. She smiled at him when he lifted her next to him, she snuggled against him immediately.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered and tapped her head. "Just go to sleep."

This was just great, if anyone would know about this… She sighed before falling asleep, her little body felt warm. For some incomprehensible reason, she actually trusted him. Foolish little human.