Author's Note: Well, here it is, the next chapter. I know that not everyone likes Hayley (To be perfectly honest, as of the latest episodes, I'm not a fan of hers either), but hopefully in this story I can make her tolerable enough that readers won't mind her. That being said she's not in this chapter (you may breathe a sigh of relief now). I also know that I may not have the best grasp of the characters yet, so my apologies if some of them seem a bit OOC, hopefully I'll get better as the story goes on.

The sun was just beginning to rise. Klaus stood on the balcony of the Mikaelson Compound that overlooked the courtyard, a bottle of vodka tightly gripped in his left hand that he had barely drank from. It had been a long night to say the least. He nearly faced the grim reality of Kol dying for a second time, and in the back of his head, Klaus knew that had they lost their little brother back there they might have lost him forever. They weren't suppose to be able to be killed so easily. As if worrying about the possible threat of Dahlia wasn't enough, he also had to worry about the safety of those closest to him. Worrying about whether someone he cared about would live or dying was an uncomfortable feeling for Klaus, mostly because he hadn't felt it all that often. Especially before his daughter was born. His daughter who was starting to bring out the humanity in him.

His daughter didn't give him strength, she gave him a weakness. Something for his many enemies to exploit. A weakness that Finn tried to exploit. Klaus' hands turned into fists just at the thought of his murderous older brother. Finn. Finn who tried to kill his daughter, Finn who tried to help their mother rob Cami of her body, Finn who hexed Kol to die. Klaus dropped the bottle he was holding, the bottle hitting the floor and shattering, liquid spilling everywhere. He had just about had it with Finn. Today, he was going to send his brother back to the Netherworld that their mother raised him from, regardless of the cost. Finn Mikaelson was going to die.

The Streets of New Orleans...

Rebekah, Kol and Davina wandered around a street bazaar full of people selling various wares. Kol led the trio through the crowded streets, still wearing the necklace that Davina made to save him from Finn's hex. He was eager to get the necklace off as soon as possible, but right now, he couldn't do that without dying. On the bright side, he no longer felt any physical pain related to the hex. But the necklace didn't null the effects of Finn's hex completely; he still couldn't jump bodies even with the necklace on.

Suddenly, Rebekah's cell phone began to ring loudly and obnoxiously. Kol and Davina stopped what they were doing and looked to Rebekah.

Rebekah took out her phone to check to see how was calling. "It's Nik," Rebekah announced.

With that, Rebekah answered her phone while Kol and Davina continued to look through merchandize they could use to help Kol break his hex. "Is everything okay Nik?"

"I'd just thought I'd let you know that I have every intention of killing our dear brother Finn before sunset tonight."

"You're going after Finn? All by yourself? Do you even know where our brother is?" Rebekah asked.

"Not exactly, but apparently, one Vincent Griffith is still up and wandering around. I don't know how his vessel survived that encounter with Elijah, but I can assure you, sister, both Finn and Vincent will not be coming back from the dead anytime soon after I pay them a visit."

"Are you not going to ask for Elijah's help in the matter? He alone struggled to take down Finn, Nik, what makes you think you'll fare any better if you impulsively come after him?"

Klaus paused. "As much as I would like our older brother's help in killing Finn, if his delicate sensibilities are offended by the presence of Hayley's new husband, then he's more than welcome to continue sulking across the river."

"Could the situation become any more awkward?"

"There's nothing awkward about it!" Klaus protested. "Hayley and Hope are currently living at the compound where they are safe. I am trying to do what's in the best interest of my daughter. Last I spoke with Elijah, he claimed he was in Algiers purely to assemble allies. Take with that what you will."

Rebekah hesitated to say any more. She knew that when Klaus made up his mind there was no changing it. Though she felt sympathy for Elijah and understood why he left the compound now that Hayley's new husband was living with them, she never wanted Elijah to be with Hayley in the first place. Chances are it wouldn't end well, and even if it did, Elijah would then be the uncle and step-father of Hope, and no doubt the insecure Klaus would not be on board with that. "Fine. Do what you will, Nik. Just, please be careful. The last thing Hope needs is to grow up without a father."

Rebekah heard Klaus hang up on her and let out a small sigh. She hung up her phone, and looked to Kol and Davina, who were at a booth a couple of feet away. In the booth, was a scruffy looking man. He was tall, wearing a darkly coloured bandana, had a long, grey beard and a large belly that sagged outward. Rebekah swallowed hard and walked over to the booth, immediately catching the eye of the scruffy looking man.

The scruffy looking man scowled at Rebekah. Kol and Davina continued to look at items, oblivious to the situation that was unfolding next to them.

Rebekah knew that the look the man was giving her meant he recognized her, or more accurately, the body she was placed in. She still knew little to nothing about the body she was inhabiting; she hadn't planned on staying in it for this long. Quickly, Rebekah turned around, hoping to walk away, only to be stopped by another man who was now standing before her, this one just as tall, but leaner, and somehow more menancing looking.

"Well, hello there," Rebekah said nervously, eyeing the man before her, trying to carry the same authority she had back while she was an original vampire.

Upon hearing Rebekah open her mouth, Kol and Davina turned around, noticing not only the man who was standing in front of Rebekah, but that everybody on the street seemed to be staring at Rebekah, some fearfully, others looking upon her with disdain. Kol stepped forward, grabbing the man who was approaching his sister by the shoulder. "Hey mate, what do you say you back away from my sister before someone gets hurt, that someone being you," Kol warned in the most threatening tone he could use.

The man seemed unaffected by Kol's threat, not even addressing his presence. He was focused purely on Rebekah. "You have some nerve showing your face in these parts, Eva Sinclair. You will die for what you've done to our kind."

Kol angrily shoved the warlock threatening his little sister backwards, using so much force he nearly knocked the guy off his feet. Davina's eyes widened, not exactly use to seeing Kol this way. "Did I not tell you to stay away from my sister?! This Eva girl no longer inhabits the body of the girl you see before you. Her body is now a vessel for the Original vampire Rebekah Mikaelson, now kindly bugger off before I take you to meet your ancestors early."

The warlock stared at Kol in disbelief. "You would dare defend the demon who snuffed the lives of innocent children?"

Rebekah's heart sank. Children? She felt sick to her stomach. The woman whose flesh she was in, whose live she had taken over, was a child killer.

"I have no bloody clue what you're talking about mate," Kol replied.

In the St. Louis Cathedral Bell Tower...

Finn was hiding from his siblings in the bell tower of the cathedral, still reeling from the aftermath of his latest resurrection. Though the ache in his lower back was gone, and the overall stiffness, he still felt like he was in a permanent state of confusion. He looked anxiously out the window of the bell tower, watching the going ons of New Orleans, keeping an eye out for any trace of Klaus or Elijah. Freya came up from behind him, startling him.

"You're worrying for nothing. I've made sure no vampire can step foot in here as long as we're inside," Freya assured her brother. "Including Niklaus and Elijah."

"I'm not worried," Finn insisted. "I'm just impatient for a reunion with the brothers that tried to kill me."

Freya shrugged. "They know you wanted the baby. They were just trying to protect her. Perfectly understandable given the circumstances."

Finn turned around to face his sister, an angry expression on his face. "Are you defending the actions of our wicked family? Dahlia wants that baby. If she's already on her way then our only hope for survival is to give her what she wants. But I'll be damned if we dare excuse the irrational actions of our siblings. Freya, Elijah burned me-"

"I'm not defending the actions of anyone Finn. But I do think it's time we rethink our strategies. Going up against Elijah nearly got you killed and would of if not for my talisman. Maybe we took the wrong approach."

"What are you saying sister?" Finn asked.

Freya paused, knowing Finn wasn't going to react well to what she was going to say next. "We're not going to get that baby from our brothers with what we have now. We need more power. I know how to vanquish Dahlia. If we have enough power we can fight her, and we can kill her."

Finn sighed, giving his sister a skeptical look. "We need power? Fine. Our father's still in the tomb where I left him. I think it's time that I go back and channel him."

Finn walked towards the door, Freya considering his idea, only to stop him when his hand began to turn the doorknob. "Finn?" Freya asked, her brother turning his head back to look at her. "I need a moment alone with him first," Freya continued. Finn didn't seem to be the least bit on board with this. "It's been a thousand years, he doesn't even know I'm still alive."

Finn turned around completely and shook his head at Freya. "Mother—Esther, told him that you died of the Plague, just like Dahlia told her to. But believe me Freya, that is for the best. Our father is not the man you once knew, he is now but a shadow of his former self. He's a monster."