Author's Note: The third installment of my story. There is Cami and Josh in this chapter (Hopefully that'll be incentive to read on, since as far as I can tell most people like both characters). Enjoy. Oh and for those of you who like to leave reviews (you're awesome!), feel free to leave suggestions if you have any. *As one reviewer asked, yes Gia will be in this story, I like the character myself but I honestly don't know how most people feel about her. That may influence how much she appears and what role she plays. Currently, I plan for her to have a similar role as to what she does in the tv series.

The Mikaelson Compound...

In the upstairs lounge of the Mikaelson Compound, Klaus, Hayley and Jackson sat around, discussing pack matters. "It's time to put our werewolf army to use," Klaus declared. "Finn is the biggest threat to Hope's life right now, and he and the woman who calls herself my sister are still somewhere in this city. The wolves can help us pinpoint their location. Afterwards I will be more than happy to kill them both myself."

Jackson shook his head, refusing to go along with Klaus' plan. "No, we need all hands on deck here with Hope," Jackson stated, watching Klaus' eyes widen in annoyance. "Can't the all powerful Klaus Mikaelson just compel humans to track his enemies?"

Klaus looked at Jackson incredulously, barely containing his hybrid temper. "Do my ears deceive me?" Klaus asked retorically. "Or did you just give me an order? In my own home?

"This ain't about your ego, Klaus! It's about what's best for that little girl."

Klaus suddenly stood up, glaring down at Jackson and Hayley, his nostrils flaring. "How dare you question my intentions for my daughter!"

Hayley hated the idea of playing mediator between the father of her child, and her new husband. "Jack, Klaus is right. Finn's body disappeared from the morgue, which means that he's either powerful enough to heal from that explosion, or Freya's powerful enough to save him. Either way, we're not finding them unless we..." Hayley paused. "Send our best people out there. But the wolves are just to locate Finn. I don't want any causalties Klaus."

Jackson sighed, frustrated that his wife was siding against him. Klaus' attitude changed, from angry to gleeful. "There's no need for wolf blood to be shed. As I said earlier, I can handle the two of them myself," Klaus reiterated to Hayley, then redirecting his attention to Jackson. "I'm sure you and all your merry men will find them post haste."

Jackson stood to look Klaus in the eye. "Just to be clear, I'm giving this order because Hayley is asking. Don't think for one second that I take orders from you-"

Klaus interrupted Jackson, refusing to let him finish. "And don't think for one second that I take orders from you. Though you may be Hayley's husband you are of no importance to me, and should you be a problem in the future I will have no trouble doing away with you. After all, I am the all powerful Klaus Mikaelson."

At Marcel's Loft...

Marcel poured himself a drink at his bar. Kol, Davina and Rebekah sat on one couch while Josh sat on the other. Marcel glanced at his wristwatch before turning around to join the others, sitting himself down next to Josh on the couch and placed his drink down on the table that stood in between the couches after taking a sip.

"So," Marcel started. "Let me get this straight, you're now in the body of a wanted witch killer because Kol over here wanted to play a little prank."

"I didn't know that Eva Sinclair was a child serial killer when I picked her out as a vessel for Becks," Kol confessed, slightly irritated by Marcel's mere presence. "Getting her back in her original body shouldn't be an issue. Now that I'm not dying and all. Well, not at the moment at least."

"You didn't think to maybe do a little background check first," Josh added.

"Well in all fairness I think it's safe to say us Mikaelsons aren't exactly known for thinking these things through," Kol countered in his defense. "Before this hex took a turn for the worse I had every intention of putting Rebekah back in her body."

"Wait, as long as we're swapping bodies here, any chance I could get in on it? 'Cause I gotta tell you, there's a few guys that I wouldn't mind switching lives with for a day," Josh joked.

"Seems to me that for someone whose hexed you're doing surprisingly well," Marcel argued. "So what's keeping you from doing the body swap spell now and getting your sister out of this mess?"

Before Kol could respond, Rebekah interrupted the two of them, tired of watching the two of them argue. It wasn't like it was anything she hadn't seen before. "The idea to stay in this body was my idea Marcel. There are things I can do as a witch that I couldn't do as a vampire and one of them is help saving my brother from certain death," Rebekah explained, looking over to her brother and giving a half hearted smile, which Kol returned.

"And what with D's magical hex breaking necklace, you don't need to be a witch anymore. Rebekah, if you stay in this body you will continue to be targeted by witches everywhere. You might not be able to reason with them like you did today," Marcel pointed out.

The loft was silent for a few minutes. "The truth is Marcel," Rebekah began. "Being a mortal, living a mortal life, I've wanted it for a long time now. And now, I finally have a shot at it. I know this body belongs to someone else, but that someone else is a monster. I have a chance at a new life, and I want to take it. Plus, if I leave this body now will be unleasing a wicked witch back into New Orleans."

"We can kill her before she has a chance to get away. Rebekah, think about this carefully, you would living your life as someone else. You can't possibly want that."

"That and I think travelling would be problematic what with being in the body of a wanted serial killer and all," Josh added.

"All you have to do is say the word Becks," Kol started. "And I'll put you back in your original body. I hate to agree with Marcel and all, but staying in this body could prove dangerous. If Davina and I weren't there with you today you might have been killed."

"Kol's right," Davina said, siding with her boyfriend. "We just put you back in your own body, have Marcel kill this Eva girl and present her body to the witches, everyone's happy-"

Rebekah was growing increasingly frustrated with everyone around her. "Is no one even listening to me?"

Before anyone could respond, Elijah rushed into the loft, moving faster than the blink of an eye. Elijah turned to Rebekah, a look of concern on his face. "Are you alright?" Elijah asked sincerely.

Rebekah nodded. "I'm fine, Elijah. The witches, the ones who ganged up on me, they knew me Elijah. Not me-me, but-" Rebekah paused, gesturing to her body. "this. Her-"

"Eva Sinclair," Kol interrupted, distracting Elijah. "Word from the fellow witches of New Orleans is that she used to kidnap children of witch families for the sake of channeling them and gaining their power."

"You put our sister in the body of a wanted criminal? Someone people would be looking for, people who would want retribution?! What were you thinking Kol!" Elijah yelled, staring over at Kol, barely resisting the urge to put his hands on him and lift him up to face him. "Your little antics are always jeopardizing the safety of this family."

Kol stood up to face Elijah, wanting to look his older brother in the eye. "I'm sorry okay?! I didn't think much of the person whose body I stuck Rebekah in. Suppose our mother's better than me in that regard," Kol replied bitterly. "I made a mistake. Not like you would know anything about that. The noble Elijah, the one who could do no wrong. You speak of loving your family, family above all, yet you court the mother of your niece, of our niece!"

"I hardly see how that has anything to do with putting our sister's life in danger."

"Fine. I get it. You're angry with me. Nothing new..." Kol stared down at the floor for a second, then looked towards Rebekah, wearing his regret on his face. "I'm out of here," he finished, turning around and walking out of the room, Davina chasing after him.

Elijah and Rebekah let out a sigh while Marcel pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Rebekah if you are to stay in this body for much longer we'll have to spread the message to all covens in New Orleans that Eva Sinclair no longer inhabits this body. Sooner rather than later," Elijah said calmly.

"Then you should pay a visit to Josephine LaRue," Marcel suggested. "She serves as a matriarch to the covens outside the French Quarter. She'll know the names of everyone who wants Rebekah dead."

"How can you be so sure?" Rebekah asked.

"She bankrolls Fauline Cottage," Marcel replied, Elijah looking surprised at the revelation. "She's the woman you want to see. If Eva Sinclair was in the Cottage before you took over her body, she'll know all about her and why she was in there, what enemies she created."

Elijah nodded. "Then I shall go meet with Josephine."

Rebekah got up off the couch to go stand before her older brother. Elijah cupped Rebekah's face with his hand affectionately. "A warning, sister- you are not who you once were. This body is all too vulnerable. You must be careful with it."

Rebekah rolled her eyes in frustration as Elijah dropped his hand and headed towards the door. Rebekah then noticed how anxious Marcel looked.

"Elijah," Marcel called after him. "Josephine is an eccentric old bat with no love for vampires. I don't think your charms will work on her as well as you think."

Elijah smirked in response to Marcel's warning. "My charms are quite adaptable, Marcellus, I may assure you."

In Camille's Bedroom...

"This is the body. This is the blood. May they cleanse me of sin and preserve my soul in life everlasting," a familiar voice whispered.

Cami slowly opened her eyes, just barely awake. Someone was talking to her. "Looks like the Devil had a deal for me after all," the voice added. Cami's heart almost stopped. She knew who the voice belonged to. Her uncle Kieran. Her dead uncle Kieran.

Cami sat up in her bed, tossed off her blankets and rubbed her eyes. Her bedroom was filled with fog, she must be dreaming. A figure walked through the fog towards Cami, gradually becoming more and more visible. Suddenly, the fog cleared up, and her uncle Kieran, his lips and chin stained with human blood, was standing before her, wearing a devilish grin on his face. She knew it was her uncle Kieran, just not the Kieran she remembered. She wasn't having a dream, she was having a nightmare.

"Hello Camille. Did you miss me?" Kieran asked in a mocking tone.

Cami shook her head furiously. "You're not here. My uncle's dead."

"Well undead actually," Kieran corrected. "You saw to that. When you had your hybrid friend Klaus force feed me his blood, before I went into cardiac arrest. Now I'm a creature of the night, a servant of darkness, friend of the Devil."

"Klaus staked you!" Cami protested. "You're dead. Now go away!"

Kieran chuckled, startling Cami further. "Is that any way to talk to your loving uncle? And for the record, yes, Klaus did drive a stake through my heart. 'You deserved better' I believe were the words he used as he did the deed. Hurt quite a bit too. Then my soul did a stint on the Other Side for a few days. And when the whole place started to collapse, the witch ancestors of New Orleans restored me, so I could suffer for eternity instead of being granted eternal peace."

"You're dead, you're dead, my uncle's dead," Cami said to herself, trying to close her eyes so she no longer had to endure the sight of the demonic Kieran. But for some reason, as hard as she tried, she couldn't shut her eyelids.

Kieran sighed. "Cami, Cami, Cami. You know, how is Klaus by the way? Have you told him about your feelings for him yet? I had such high hopes for you Cami. Now look at you, you're a barmaid who slept with one vampire and is half in love with another."

"Shut up," Cami muttered, the colour rising in her cheeks.

"You know I did come here to turn you Camille, but instead, I think I'm going to turn you into a meal," Kieran taunted, lunging towards Cami, opening his mouth and bearing his fangs in the process, his eyes darkening.

Cami screamed at the top of her lungs, only for her eyes to suddenly close. She blinked, and found herself back with her head on her pillow, her body covered up with the blanket she'd thrown off. She was awake, sweating, her heart pounding against her chest. Cami sat up in her bed and took a minute to catch her breathe. She then scanned her entire bedroom with her eyes, looking for some trace of her uncle Kieran. But there was no one. She was safe, for now at least.