Previously, in Double Hearted, Klaus and Elijah Mikaelson returned to New Orleans after a long period of absence. The notorious hybrid was invited to co-rule the city alongside Marcel Gerard. After Marcel and Camille had an argument, Sophie called Marcel and asked for information about Celeste Dubois. Feeling tired and neglected by her own family and Jackson, Hayley decides to spend her first night in the city of New Orleans. Finally, after meeting a mysterious British stranger at Rousseau's, things escaladed quickly from simple flirting to relating their lives to the other. Even after finding out that he is Klaus Mikaelson, Hayley decided to spend a passionate night with him.

PLOT: The aftermath of Klaus and Hayley's passionate night takes place, as he insists on her staying, but she has other plans…and secrets to hide. Feeling guilty about the way he ignored her desires, Marcel apologizes to Cami and the two make up for the lost time. Meanwhile, Sabine reveals a secret Sophie has been keeping to herself, as Elijah takes care of New Orleans business, right before running into Camille. Finally, wanting to surprise her, Jackson takes Andrea on a day to remember through the wonderful streets of New Orleans, with unexpected consequences.

He opened his eyes and looked towards her. Her head was laid gently on the pillow next to him and her eyes were closed. Her beauty had not faded, and even though he knew that he had been tipsy the other night from all those drinks, his desire for her was still there, even in the morning. Unsure of what to do, he placed his hands over her shoulder and trailed it down to her naked back, making her shiver slightly and that brought a smile on his face. Klaus moved his hands from her back and to her breast, which finally arched her back against his chest and he leaned his head, and pressed his lips against her neck, moving her hair away and kissed her gently on her weak spot. "Don't." she whispered. "The sound of your voice betrays you, little wolf, and I do not believe that you truly want me to stop what I am doing." He informed her and continued kissing her on her neck, until finally, a smirk appeared on her face. Taking him off guard, she got on top of him and held his hands above his head. He smirked as well, as he looked over her naked body on top of his. Her hair was falling over one shoulder, reaching his chest and tickling him to no end. He knew he was stronger than her, and he could overpower her at any moment, but he didn't want to do that right now. She was fiery…she was his match…and he loved it. "It's my turn now!" she made it clear to him. He just continued to stare at her and didn't say a word.

At once, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his chest and a gasp left his lips, even though he hoped he could keep himself in line. But this werewolf girl…his little wolf…she was hard to resist. She was so tempting that all he wanted to do was to press her hard against the mattress and get back into the passion they had shared the other night. Hayley moved her lips from his chest, up to his neck, where her hair started tickling him even more, but that didn't seem to make her want to stop. She wanted to tease him, and please him just as he had pleased her. She couldn't understand what was wrong with her. How could her heart overpower her brain. The shock that he was the Klaus Mikaelson her pack feared didn't seem to make her stop at wanting to spend the night with him…and she did, against her better judgement. He had tried to push himself away from her and he failed. Now, she could understand why. He was the one who could overpower her, and if he wanted her, he could have taken her without even stopping her last night. But he waited for her confirmation.

He wanted her to accept what they were doing…and she did. She continued kissing him on his neck, until she moved up to his lips and parted them with her tongue, kissing him roughly. This was the first time she was doing something like this…and she couldn't understand how she knew what she was doing, since this was her first time. But she knew…deep inside her heart she knew. When he felt like he could no longer stand it, he released his hands from her and ran them down her back, making her stop kissing him. Their eyes met and he rolled them over so that he was once again on top of her and kissing her passionately. Suddenly, her eyes wandered over to the clock on the side table and Hayley could feel her heart stopping as she saw that it was 5:20 AM. How could this happen? How could she forget? She had gone through this every night for the past 20 years but after a night with Klaus Mikaelson, she forgot all about what was going to happen. He felt her freeze and pulled back at once to look at her worried face. "What's wrong?" he asked and caressed her face. "I have to go." Hayley said and stood up at once. She looked around to find her clothes scattered everywhere.

She lost control the other night, something she was taught clearly by her parents not to do, and now, she was going to pay the price for it. She had 40 minutes to return home and into bed before Andrea took over her body. Klaus watched her as she picked up her bra from the ground and put it on. "Have I done something to upset you, sweetheart?" he asked her and she shook her head. "I was supposed to be home last night…I have people worrying for me…I have to go." Klaus nodded but stood up along with her and wrapped his arms around her, putting his lips to her ear and whispering, "Would you not even stay for me to make you a delicious breakfast?" Hayley smiled and shook her head. "How exactly were you planning on making me breakfast?" "I am 1000 years old, love. I have cooking experience and out of my family, I can assure you that I am the best cook." Hayley shook her head and pulled away from him, saying, "I really have to go. I had a good time." "But I wish you would stay." Klaus couldn't believe his own words. He had never begged a woman he slept with to stay with him longer than needed. But he greatly enjoyed her company the other night…and he wanted more from her. "Really? A little one night stand like me?" she asked, mocking him. After she put on all her clothes, she turned around to face him. He did not look amused. "I wanted to tell you that I greatly enjoyed your company…and I demand to see you again. This is not a goodbye, little wolf." Hayley raised an eyebrow at this "demand" of his even though she knew that her heart was warming by the second.

Why would someone like him, however, want her to stick around unless he had an agenda? Since she know knew who he was, she needed to be careful around him, although she couldn't deny that the other night didn't spark some feelings into her either. She never felt this way before. But she had a curse placed upon her, a curse on the Labonair daughters she was sure he knew about from Marcel. She didn't want him to learn that she was one of Rowan Labonair's daughters. She knew that would end completely, whatever had been going on between them. "I can't stay, Klaus. What happened last night…you know just as much as I do that it was a onetime thing." "I do remember being tipsy, but you were quite sober. I don't believe that you came over to see my paintings, with the thought of sleeping with me. We bonded…I enjoyed it…and I tend to take what I enjoy." His voice showed his superiority, something which could either excite her or annoy her. Hayley was about to tell him off that she was a royal of her own blood and she could do some demands as well but she stopped herself before she could. She was not angry. She could sense the desire in him and there was some left in her too. But she couldn't exploit it and neither could he. She was never coming back to the city and now she knew that she would have to keep away from this house too.

After some hesitation and watching her comb her hair, Klaus sighed and put his hands on her hips, swaying her gently. She smiled but didn't say anything. "Very well. You may leave, but I shall be coming to visit you in the bayou today." He told her and let go of her hips, going back to the bed, when he felt her hand pulling him back. The look on her face was different than the one she was used to, the other night. The other night, she was confident, poised, she knew she was gorgeous, smart, sexy, strong and irresistible. But right now, she looked like she was begging with him. "No, please, you can't come to the bayou!" Klaus smirked at seeing her reaction and ran his hands up and down her arms. "I'm afraid that you leave me no other option, little wolf. I must see you again." He was firm with her and Hayley didn't know what she could say to stop him. Shaking her head, she placed her hands on his solid chest and whispered, "Last night, when I said that we could relate…I was serious. We know what the other feels. We know how it is to be lonely…to find refuge in something so beautiful and powerful, like your art…but that was last night…and it was beautiful…but I am not that type of girl, Klaus." She turned away but he pulled her right back.

"I know precisely what kind of girl you are, which is why I refuse to let this opportunity slip past me." "What opportunity is that?" "To get to know you better. And remember this, little wolf. I always get what I want." "You won't be satisfied this time." "We will see…like I said, I am coming to the bayou." "No, you can't." "Why can't I?" he asked her, starting to get curious. Hayley thought long and hard about what she was going to say to him. "Because no one in my family knows you are back in the city, and I don't want you to hurt them." "Sweetheart, I have put my past behind me. The bad blood between me and the wolves is over." "Maybe on your part…but not on theirs. Please…don't." "I must see you." He insisted, making Hayley's eyes widen. Why would he go through all of this trouble just to see her again. She looked back at the clock and gasped as she realized she only have 20 more minutes to get back to her hut and prepare for Andrea to take over her body. She knew she had to get out of this mess quickly. "Don't come to me…I…I will come to you…but not today." "Hayley…" "To the Abattoir…I will come tomorrow…I promise." And to make sure that he accepted her offer, she leaned in and kissed him deeply. The kiss seemed to have an effect on him because he cupped her cheek and kissed her again on his own. "Very well. I will be waiting. But if you don't come, I will find you in the bayou." "I promise." Hayley whispered, and left the house in a hurry before he could stop her.

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"Did you get a hold of him, Marcellus?" Elijah asked as they walked around the compound. He shook his head. "I asked my guys to look around. They hadn't seen him. I tried calling him five times and no answer." Elijah scoffed. "I am certain that he has gone off messing around with women and drinking up a storm." Cami made her presence known, with a book in her hand, asking what had happened. "Klaus is missing. We've been searching for him all night." Marcel explained. Elijah just held out his hand. "O can tell you that he has done something like this to me numerous times. He is going to come later today and when he shows up, my fist will be waiting for him." "Why do you assume that he is off partying, and wouldn't take in your calls? Don't you think that something may have happened to him?" "My brother can very much handle himself in any sort of situation, fair Camille. You cannot imagine the trouble we have gone through in the past and Niklaus has always been the mastermind, to get us out of different messes with his brilliant ideas. Twisted, but I have to admit, they were quite brilliant." At that moment, Elijah's phone started ringing and the Mikaelson brother had a smile on his face.

"Charming! Well what do you know? It is my dear younger brother calling." He said and answered the phone. "I'm alright, Elijah. You don't need to worry like the noble and responsible brother that you are." Elijah tried to maintain the smile on his face in front of Marcel and Camille, who were both, able to overhear what the Original Hybrid was saying. "Where have you been, brother?" "Ah, but where is the fun in that, Elijah? As an expert in deduction, you must have some clues as to where I have spent my wonderful night." "I can only think of three reasons as to why you would leave the Abattoir and make sure no one hears from you until you so desire." "Is that so? What are these reasons?" "Blonde, brunette or redhead." Elijah responded, making Klaus chuckle from the other line. "You have always had that clean sense of humor." "I am serious this time, Niklaus. I want to know what happened." "Well, for your information, it was a brunette." Elijah frowned. "Is that so? That would have been at the bottom of my reasons, since you have always held a fascination for the blondes." "She is a werewolf." "A Crescent wolf?" "Yes. And she was absolutely exquisite. Unlike any other woman I had ever met before in my life." Elijah looked over at Marcel in surprise. "Very well, Niklaus. You made your point. I am expecting you home. I am going to meet with the mayor and I would like for you to join me."

"I would but after a night like mine, I could use some rest, and I feel very inspired, which is why I believe I might stay around at the plantation house for a while." "You brought the werewolf girl at the plantation house?" "She was persuasive, and she was interested in my paintings…well not all of them. She spent most of her time criticizing them but…I quite enjoyed it." "Niklaus, this is unlike you." "I said to myself the same thing." "Very well. If you do not wish to join me to see the mayor, it is your right, but I expect to see you when I return." "Have a pleasant day, brother!" Klaus exclaimed and hung up. "A Crescent wolf…in New Orleans?" Marcel asked, and Elijah nodded. "I believe, you told me that the Crescent wolves had no permission from Rowan Labonair to be in the city." "Yeah, I thought that was a strict rule of his also." Elijah shook his head. "Regarding the witch problem, I am going to go and see the mayor." He explained and turned to Cami with a smile and said, "Have a pleasant day!" She smiled and nodded. "Thank you. You too." And they parted ways. Once Elijah was gone, Marcel and Camille took a moment to eye each other carefully. Sighing, she picked up her book and headed upstairs to their bedroom. Almost at once, he hurried in there and closed the door. "I thought you had some business to take care of also." Cami said, surprised. "Yeah, I did but…" "But what?" "I don't know. I don't want you to be mad at me." "Well, then you can change that. Stop being such a jerk and let me do what I like to do sometimes, not just what you would like me to do."

Marcel laughed a little at her confidence but eventually, he nodded his head and leaned over to kiss her. Cami responded immediately. 20 years had passed since she had been turned into a vampire by him. So much time had passed. It was really such a long time. As a vampire, the only life she knew of was alongside Marcel. He had given her everything after her uncle had passed away. She was alone, and when he came into her life, she made her feel whole again. For a few years now, she was worried that they were distancing themselves from one another. She was worried that maybe they were really not meant for each other. But she had to fight for what they had now. She was not going to let it slide. She would have nothing without Marcel. And she hoped that his desire for her now, was the perfect moment for her to show him how much he meant to her. They ended up under the covers, and spiritually, they felt they had gone back to how they had been before. Once he was done, he got himself off of her and they both stared at the ceiling in silence. "Are you okay?" he asked her after a moment and she nodded, silently.

"When you said earlier that I have some business to take care of, you were right. I do. But I wanted to settle some things out with you first, okay?" "Fine." Cami whispered and after taking another look at her, Marcel stood up and put on his pants and his shirt. "I will be meeting with Sophie Deveraux, so I won't be back home until later on. If Klaus gets here, keep him company, make sure he doesn't invite strange women into my house, and please, keep him away from my old scotch. I am never going to have something to drink myself when I need it, if he keeps getting to it before me." Cami put on her clothes too, and told him, "I wanted to go out for a little while too." "Really? Where? The book store?" Cami flashed him an angry look at once and Marcel held up his hands. "Hey, I was just asking. I was not about to accuse you of anything." "Well good! Because I am tired of you having something against my books and the cultures I am interested in." "We have different kinds of hobbies but that is okay, Cami." "Don't you ever think that maybe we are…?" "We are what?" he asked, already exasperated. She was about to say "too different" but she changed her mind, for both of their sakes.

Marcel took his things and left the compound, while Cami watched him from the window. His next stop was at the Lafayette Cemetery, where Sophie and Sabine were waiting for him. "The information." Sophie held out her hand at him and Marcel smiled at her, handing her the papers. "I got many connections, and I found out everything I could about this witch's past. I hope it's enough." He explained. "It's enough to get a good look at her personality and her life, which may be a clue as to where she could be now. What is more worrisome is that she doesn't have any living relative alive who could help us, no husband and no children. It's just her…and her dark magic. But we will get to the bottom of it, right Sophie?" Sabine asked her. The Elder was watching Marcel for a long moment before she smiled, nodded and motioned for him to leave. Sabine put her hands on her hips, as she was waiting for her Elder to return to the cave. "What is it?" Sophie asked, not liking the look Sabine was giving her. "You have a thing for that guy? Seriously, Sophie?" "I don't have a thing for him. It's just your imagination." "He was flirting with you over the phone and now you are giving him that kind of look when he comes here."

"What kind of look? What are you talking about?" "You know what I am talking about." "No, I don't. Be specific with me." "Sophie, you like him. It's so obvious." Sophie started laughing as she started to look over the papers that Marcel had brought over. "No, I don't like him. You're being very ridiculous, you know?" "I'm being ridiculous? You should be focusing on helping the Labonair girls." "And that is what I am doing, you know?" "I don't think so. I think that you are taking advantage of the situation to get to see…" "Sabine, stop!" Sophie snapped and glared at her. Even though they were best friends, Sophie was still the Elder. She was not going to let her talk that way to her. "You know that his vampires killed Jane Anne." Sabine whispered and that hit Sophie hard in the chest. Yes, she did remember that. "Those vampires were punished by Marcel's orders. You remember that." "I suppose so, but it's still bad, what you're doing." "Sabine, if you don't stop talking this instant, you are going to be very sorry!" "I can't stop talking. I have to tell you about Agnes. She came to visit here today and I told her everything about the project." "You did what? How could you do something like that and not tell me about it? I am starting to think that you are losing sight of what your place is in this coven, Sabine. Would you like me to remind you?" "No. I did you a favor. You were too preoccupied to notice anything going on and…" "And what?"

"Agnes says that Agnes is definitely alive." Sabine whispered. "It's such a relief to have that confirmation from her." Sophie replied, sarcastically. "She just wants to help out, Sophie." "No! What she is hoping for is that she can wave some of that fake voodoo magic around and then get herself a spot in this coven." "Would it really be so bad for us to just let her join?" "Yeah, it would be." "Why?" "Because I don't trust her. It's simple as that to understand." Sabine crossed her hands over her chest. "You wouldn't agree to use the help of a witch, just like you, but you agree to receive help for the wolves from the vampires, our worst enemies at the moment?" "It was Celeste's idea to make them our enemies in the first place. Second of all, I should like to remind you that it is only Marcel who is helping out, and as it turns out, this information that he brought me can actually be quite useful. I want you to scan this, and get in contact with our ancestors at once." "They won't reveal Celeste's whereabouts, wherever she may be." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "How? Did you ever try to contact them?" "I know you did and they didn't answer you." "Yes, they didn't answer, but that doesn't mean that they rejected me. I want you to contact them yourself now." "And what will you be doing?" When Sophie didn't answer, Sabine sighed and stepped closer to her. "I am your friend, Sophie. I just want to help you…and Marcel is bad news." "I know he is. I don't feel anything for him, don't worry. And he already has a lady in his life, or did you forget how much trouble he went through to get her transformed into a vampire? He won't let go of someone just like that…and I am not interested."

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The mayor had agreed to meet him, and he was glad that he could work well and convince him that the witches of New Orleans could not be trusted. Elijah placed his hands on the table of his office as he took a seat in front of him. "I can assure you that as an Original Vampire, I have plenty of experience. The witches are clever and they tend to use anyone they presume weaker than them in power in order to gain control. You also know of their…ancestors." The mayor nodded as he continued listening. "They have done nothing to offer this town the spiritual ease…the peace they had promised for so many years. We have Celeste Dubois as an example." The mayor scoffed and looked away. "That wretched woman betrayed not only us but her own faction. She's dead now." "How can you be so certain? How do you know that the Witch Coven doesn't have her hidden somewhere…somewhere far away? How do you know that they won't strike when the time is right?" "Then what do you propose I do, Mr. Mikaelson, since you seem to have everything figured out?" "You let me and my brother, Niklaus handle the protection of your Human Faction." The mayor laughed. "What makes you think that you can be trusted with such a mission? I personally don't trust vampires…and we have many humans in our past who have desired to become such immortal creatures…like yourself. I am beginning to wonder if the Human Faction can truly be called the Human Faction anymore."

Elijah smiled and asked, "Are you referring to Camille O'Connell?" "She betrayed her family. She spit on the family name, which was sacred, the moment she agreed for Marcel Gerard to turn her. We were counting on her and she let us down." "She made a decision out of love, and perhaps even need." "I don't think so. Marcel desired her more at the time, I think. And she accepted to never age…to just remain the way she is. She spit on us. She did. She doesn't have my respect. She never will." "Very well. But do I have your respect and trust?" The mayor stared at him for a long moment and drummed his fingers against the table too. He was nervous. He didn't know what he should say. "I know how notorious your brother can be. He killed many people, tortured the werewolves…" "He is not as bad as he had been once and let me assure you that you may be underestimating him. He is a great leader and as you remember, the Golden Age in New Orleans was under his rule 100 years ago." "I was not alive 100 years ago, but I have heard of his great work and I appreciate it. But I still don't trust him."

"You don't have to trust him. You have to trust me. Can you do that?" Elijah asked him again. "Fine. I can. But you better give me results." "It would be wise for you not to continue to use such a harsh tone with me, mayor because like you said, my brother is notorious…but I can be just as ruthless as he can be. And I want to help you. Play nice." Elijah arranged his suit and stood up, shaking hands with the man in front of him and left the building. As soon as he left, someone had caught his attention and a smile played on his lips. She was there, right across from him, at the coffee shop, with a book in her hand and what looked like a cappuccino she was sipping. Cami gasped as he sped in front of her and took a seat at her table. "Elijah!" she exclaimed, in amazement. "It is a surprise to see you here, Camille…right across the mayor's office. Any particular reason why you're here?" he asked. "I just needed some time away from the Abattoir without Marcel breathing down my neck. I wanted some peace and quiet and…"

She noticed him looking at her skeptically. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and said, "Okay, fine. I heard everything that you and the mayor discussed." "You were eavesdropping?" Elijah asked with a smile still playing on his face. Cami put the book down and crossed her legs under the table. "Yeah. I was at the window just a few moments ago. I am surprised you didn't sense me." "You're a vampire." "But you're an Original. Your senses are heightened, not like mine." "I suppose you have learned a thing or two about espionage over the past 20 years and you ought to be appreciated for that. Why were you eavesdropping on my conversation with the mayor?" "Because he hates me…and he wants to get rid of me." Cami whispered. "I know he hates you. What were you hoping to get from that conversation." "Anything. I was hoping he would tell you what he planned on doing to me." "He can't do anything from you. You're a vampire now, and you are stronger than him." "Emotionally, I am weaker." "Because of Marcel?" This made her laugh. "Marcel and I don't have the same connection we used to have years ago." "No? May I ask what happened between the two of you?" Cami smiled and shook her head. "No, you may not." This brought a smile on his face too as he ordered a cup of coffee.

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He saw her by the river. That was one of the things he knew she and her sister had in common. They were both fond of the calm water…and how it soothed their minds. Jackson made his way towards her and took a seat on the grass, startling her. "Hello. I didn't mean to scare you." He whispered and took her hand in his. She immediately pulled it away. "Andrea…" "No, your father made it clear that you can't feel like that about me. And I am not being fair to Hayley. She has to be your bride, not me." "And I already told both you and my daughter that I will not marry Hayley because I don't love her." "And your father is never going to accept that." "Andrea…" "It's better if we stop. You kissed me yesterday, and I would be lying if I said that I don't feel the same way about you, but…there are plenty of consequences on our way." He rubbed her hands and whispered, "Why don't you let me worry about that?" He noticed that she was squirming a lot. "What is it?" he asked her. "I don't know. I just feel different. My body feels different and I can't explain it." "Is it…your time of the month?" he was afraid to ask but he did. "No, it's not that." She shook her head as well. After giving it some thought, Jackson finally asked, "Would you like to go somewhere with me today?" "Go where?" He finally caught Andrea's attention. "In the city. You have never been there, and I want to show it to you today." Andrea gasped and shook her head.

"My father made it clear…to everyone. We are not supposed to go into the city." "It is not forbidden." Jackson reminded her. Andrea bit her lip. She had never done anything without the approval of her parents. She knew that she was not the favorite daughter since she was not the one to be Queen later on, but she wanted to be the responsible daughter, since she heard that Hayley didn't care about the pack more than she cared about herself. "Come on! Let's do this together! No one has to know! And it is not as if we are doing anything wrong. Your father is just afraid that we can get the humans hurt, but it is not a full moon so we don't have to worry about that. And it's only going to be for a few hours. Let's do this. Come with me and let me show you some things you never thought you would ever see." "The vampires…" "We are at peace with Marcel Gerard. He is not going to allow any vampire to come after us, and even if that happens…" He leaned over and kissed her hand. "You know that I will always be here to protect you." She smiled at that comment and it warmed Jackson inside. "So what do you say? Will you come with me to explore the city?" "Well…I don't have anything better to do today. So, why not?" he stood up and took her hand in his. He was going to offer her a day to never forget.

Jackson's eyes were constantly on her, as they explored New Orleans. He could hear her silent gasp each time the jazz filled the air. It was chilly, so he had insisted that she brought a cloak to cover herself. "Jackson, this place is beautiful!" Andrea suddenly yelled out and this made people turn around and look at her as though she was nuts. Andrea quickly covered her mouth and turned her head away from embarrassment. Jackson laughed along with her, but his laughter quickly passed when someone grabbed Andrea's arm and pulled her towards him. "Hey!" Jackson yelled out and tried to release her but the man grabbed Jackson's hand and made his bones cracked, sending him in immediate pain. "You're a vampire." Jackson growled, and the man smirked, as he continued to hold Andrea's arm. "Not exactly, lad. The Original Hybrid, should you say. You may have heard of me through one of your many incoherent stories told my your family…Klaus Mikaelson." Jackson stood up and watched as Andrea was hardly breathing from the shock as this Klaus Mikaelson laid his eyes directly on hers. "What do you want with her? Let her go!" Jackson demanded, as he massaged his hand.

Andrea's eyes were suddenly filled with tears and her heart was beating very fast out of fear. Klaus stared at her strangely and then gripped her arm even tighter. "Please let go of me." She whispered and her voice trembled. "This was whole a game to you from the start, wasn't it, sweetheart?" he growled at her. Jackson frowned while Andrea looked even more scared. "I…I don't know what you mean. Please…I never saw you before…" "Poppycock! Determined to keep your appearances for the sake of your pretty little boyfriend here?" "No. I don't know what…" "Well you should learn something about me, sweetheart because when you first heard that I am Klaus Mikaelson…the information didn't seem to faze you one bit…but I am warning you, you can never mess with me and get away with it, love." "Please, don't hurt me." She whimpered. Klaus shook his head. He couldn't believe what he was seeing in front of him. She was not the same woman he had been with the other night. The woman he knew…showed no fear, showed passion…she never let anyone talk that way to her. She never showed him fear of anything, the way she was showing now. The woman in front of him was weak. Maybe last night…had been just an escape for her…a façade…she was not who claimed to be…and this was the real her. She had tricked him, for a night of passion with a stranger.

"I haven't done anything to you. I am sorry. You must be mistaken…" Andrea started saying but he cut her off. "I would expose you for what you truly are to your lad this very moment…but I believe I shall have a better punishment for you…and for your family. You would wish that you had never messed with me…little wolf." He let go of her arm and pushed her into the arms of Jackson, who caught her immediately and rubbed arms, as she was shaking. "Take her! She is all yours, lad! By all means, you may have some leftovers!" Angrily, he stormed away. Jackson kissed Andrea's hair, as she started crying into his chest. "Jack…I swear that I have no idea what he is talking about. I have never seen Klaus Mikaelson before in my life. I have only heard of him, but I…" "Shhh. I believe you." He whispered in her ear as she continued crying. "What happened?" she asked him silently. "I don't know. The guy is a lunatic. But I am not going to let this slide. Just because he came back, this big shot thinks that he can do whatever he wants in this city. My father will hear of this…and he will never touch you like that again, Andrea, I promise you."

Klaus stormed into the compound loudly and the vampires all stepped aside, not wanting to say or do anything that might make him even more upset than he already was. "Elijah! Marcellus!" Klaus called out and threw is jacket away. The doors started opening and both Marcel and Elijah came downstairs to see him. "Niklaus, where have you been? You said that you would come back to the compound hours ago and I…" Klaus ignored his brother and went directly to Marcel. "I have some business to discuss with you." "What kind of business?" Marcel asked him. "I want the wolves to be banned from ever coming into the city again. Let them rot into the bayou." "What? What gave you the idea that I would forbid them from coming here?" "Because you owe me, Marcellus! And I have this one request! Am I really asking for too much, after all I have offered you?" Marcel eyed Elijah for a moment and then asked, "Why do you want the wolves to be banned? What happened?" "That is for me to know and for you to never find out! I want to the new law to be written in ink by tomorrow…partner!" Klaus exclaimed and patted his shoulder.

A/N: Klaus is never going to let anyone make a fool out of him, but of course poor Hayley had no fault in any of this, since that was not Hayley, whom Klaus encountered on the streets with Jackson. What do you think would happen next? Will Hayley find a way to meet Klaus? Will Jackson find out about Hayley's indiscretions? Will Marcel and Camille's relationship strengthen or weaken?

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