The brothers had taken the time to introduce themselves; the one who had given her a chance was Klaus, and the one in the suit was Elijah. Cella was surprised to learn that the woman was not their sister, Rebekah, but in fact a hybrid named Hayley. It seemed they were in the middle of a conflict already, and Cella was more than happy to jump in. They didn't tell her much; it was clear they didn't trust witches currently, but the men definitely remembered members of her family from their past. Elijah and Hayley stepped out of the room, leaving her with Klaus who was giving her a calculated look.

"Why would you want to help us now? We haven't heard from your family in ages." She understood his concern, as her family had lost contact with the Mikaelsons some time ago. She turned to face him fully, even as she pulled out an old leather journal.

"My mother was the one who wanted to cut contact. Said she didn't want her children being made to serve." Setting the journal in front of him, she waited until he took it to continue. "My grandmother, however, believed it to be our purpose. Our reason for being on this earth as long as we have been. I agree with her." Klaus arched a brow as he flicked through the writings, reading through the entries quickly. "Before she died, my grandmother made sure I would have what I needed to continue our work."

"I remember her." His voice was soft as he set the journal back in front of her, meeting her gaze. "She was an amazing woman, and a gifted witch. Never failed to assist us, whatever we needed." His voice lowered a bit, and he dropped his gaze to the table again. "Even when it came to Mikael." Cella nodded slowly, and he seemed to pull himself together quickly, smirking at her. "So, little witch, I believe we can put you to use immediately."

"Really?" As he stood, so did she, stuffing the journal back into her bag. "What do you need?" He headed for the door and she followed.

"There's a war brewing here in New Orleans. We're likely going to need your assistance." He didn't slow down, leading her down the hall way. He threw open a door, leading her into what looked like a small suite. "You can stay here for your time with us. Get settled, never know how soon we'll need you." With that and a flourish, he was gone, and she huffed as she looked around her new home. Cella took the time to settle in, organizing what few supplies she had on her person. It didn't take long for her to hear her name called, and she headed towards the sound. All three were gathered, and each seemed tense.

"What is it?" Elijah seemed to be avoiding looking at her, while Klaus gave her a deadly smile.

"Our first battle. Do you have the necessary supplies for a protection spell?"

"That would depend. What do you want protected, and from what?" Hayley seemed anxious, bouncing from one foot to the other.

"I need you to protect us." She nodded. "From werewolves. Lots of them." A powerful spell, but nothing she couldn't manage. Cella gave yet another nod.

"I can do that. It will take me about an hour to prepare."

"Then that is all the time you will have. We cannot wait forever." Elijah's tone was cold, and she almost shivered from the energy it gave off. He brushed past her on his way out, and she looked between Klaus and Hayley.

"I can work faster with assistance, if one of you doesn't mind." Hayley stepped forward, nodding.

"I'll help. I need something to do anyway." The two women headed back to Cella's room in silence, immediately beginning preparations. Forty five minutes later, just as they finished, Elijah pulled Hayley outside. Cella finished the spell alone, murmuring the incantation to finish it off. She could feel the energy shift and move towards the three of them just as Hayley and Elijah returned.

"It's done." They nodded and left, leaving her to clean up alone.