Hello! I know that it's been a while since I last updated and I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry. I got caught up in finals and then the holidays and then catching up at work and then going back to school. I've been a busy little bee. But every time I saw an alert for a review, follow, or favorite, it made me so happy and I want to thank you guys for sticking with me all this time. So without further ado, here is the third chapter. :)


She was always told "Hell hath no fury over a woman scorned," but the hybrid now knew that both couldn't hold a candle tot he fury that she was feeling right now. No fury could match that of a mother wolf without her child. And now, after losing her daughter, she wasn't about to lose Elijah too. She refused to give up on him, and she would find him with or without the help of others.

If Elijah were here, he would tell her to stay safe, that going straight to the lion's den was an unnecessary risk. If he were here, he would tell her that she was being foolish and reckless. If he were here, he would tell her...

She closed her eyes for a moment, pushing down the thoughts. When her eyes reopened, they were the yellow irises that revealed her animal nature, revealed the fury that lay just beneath the surface ready to tear through anything and anyone to get back those she loved.

Since the witches had taken up full time residence in the cemetery it had been closed off to visitors and tourists. The sign that had the list of times of the tours now had a ribbon marking draped across it now marking it off limits. But nothing was off limits to her. She would tear through any limits to find Elijah.

The tall iron gate had a padlock on it that would have easily deterred others, but not her. She reached out and the heavy cast iron metal easily gave way beneath her brute strength. With the heal of her boot she kicked the gate open and was about to step through, but some unseen force was stopping her.

She let out a grunt of frustration and tried again and again to step through, but it was to no avail. She knew Elijah was here and she couldn't leave without him. She could only imagine the horrible things being done to him by his bitch mother. She'd lost Hope. She couldn't lose him too.

Taking a few steps back, she began searching around the gate, hoping to find a loophole, some way she could get in. There had to be something. There was always something.

"You are a stubborn one, I see," a woman's voice said from the gate's opening.

Hailey's attention immediately snapped to the tall, slender woman with black her just beyond the gate's edge. Her skin was so pale, but in a way that made her features glow, particularly her icy blue eyes. Even Hailey had to take a moment to admire her enrapturing beauty, but it was only for a moment before the rage returned.

"Where is Elijah?" She immediately demanded.

A smile spread across the woman's face, slightly mocking but at the same time holding a soft emotion behind it. "You love him." It was an observation, not a question. "I admire your headstrong nature to protect the ones you love little wolf."

A wave of discomfort like a bucket of ice spread throughout her body at the nickname. No one had ever called her that but Klaus, and hearing it come out of this woman's mouth sounded almost like a dagger to the chest. Was this woman Esther? Did she jump into a new body already?

"Let him go. Give him back to me."

The woman shook her head and the smile that had been on her face for some reason appeared to turn sad. "I'm sorry, but I can't. I can only give you the assurance that he is okay for now and that if you do not leave now, you will not be." And with that, she turned and walked away, disappearing behind a mausoleum.

"Hey! Come back here!" Hailey yelled and yelled again, lacing her screams with threats and curses. Realizing that she needed a new battle plan, she also turned away, but only with a silent promise to Elijah that she would be back. She pulled out her cellphone and for what seemed like the fiftieth time today tried to call Klaus.


Klaus gave his former protegee the courtesy of knocking, knowing that he had to be civil if he planned on using Marcel to save Elijah and face the new threats that kept surfacing.

Not even a second later the door was swung open, but it wasn't Marcel standing behind the door. Instead it was a girl, probably not much older than a teenager, with a rebellious and lost look in her eyes. He only knew that look so well because he saw it so often when he looked in the mirror.

"Can I help you?" She asked all too defiantly, probably thinking him some low human or weak vampire that she could overpower, but oh how wrong she was.

"Woah Gia, I got this one," Marcel's voice says suddenly from behind her and he quickly pushes her behind him defensively.

Klaus only smirks at the gesture, knowing that Marcel had thought him about to kill the impudent little fledgling out of misplaced anger. Perhaps he hadn't been wrong. Maybe he would have killed her. Probably.

"Klaus, to what do I owe this pleasure?" The charismatic vampire asks, but doesn't open the door, obviously not wanting the hybrid to come inside.

The slight doesn't register very deeply as there are more important matters to attend to. "Ah Marcel, I have come to enlist your help to deal with this little witch problem running a muck in the quarter. And, of course, to rescue my dearest brother who seems to have been taken."

There was a moment of silence and the smile on Marcel's face dipped a little before stepping back and extending the invitation for Klaus to enter. The dip in Marcel's smile only further inflated the arrogant one stretched across Klaus's face.

Inside the open studio apparent were ten fresh faces, all new vampires by the smell of them. He wasn't stupid, he'd known that Marcel was building an army to take him down. That army of wet noses, however, would be useful to him now to take down his mother and father, though he doubted any of them would survive. It was all about numbers and strategy after all.

"I see you've found yourself some new toy soldiers."

The insult as always seemed to bounce off Marcel's thick skin, the charismatic vampire back into full swing. "These toy soldiers are going to help us take back the quarter. Unless, of course, you had another reason for coming here."

It was then that a new vampire came down the stairs and Klaus was momentarily distracted by the bright flash of blonde hair. Just that was enough to send him reeling back into his thoughts that he'd dwelled in earlier. Caroline. Not that the little vampire looked anything like her. It just seemed that everything was drawing him back to her now. Why, after all this time, couldn't he go an hour without thinking about his lost love? It seemed like she was in everything around him, and yet, she wasn't there, so it made the reminders all the worse.

He knew that Marcel could sense the distraction, and his protegee was smart enough to probably deduce the reason too. Knowing the thoughts could only lead to bad things, Marcel quickly distracted him by asking "So what's the plan?"


Who is this spicy new character? ;3

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