A day had passed since Klaus had bitten Marcel's friend. At the moment, Marcel sits alone in a pub with his phone pressed at his ear. A scowl is on his face. His vampire entourage all surrounding him at their own tables. "You find him, and then you call me. Don't worry. I know how to deal with Klaus." Marcel hangs up the phone wanting to slam it down. Klaus and Damon had pissed him off last night.

"Is that so? Please elaborate," Elijah says as he suddenly appears in the pub.

"Elijah Mikaelson," Marcel states. At that moment the vampires surrounding him rise out of their seats and get into defensive stances ready to attack. "No," Marcel tells them. "I got it. It's all good."

Elijah sits opposite of Marcel and the vampires sit as well. "It's about time we had a little chat."

Marcel doesn't feel like dealing with the man who was like an uncle to him. "Well if you're gonna talk, talk. I've got things to do," he tells him.

Elijah gives him a small smile. "Oh my, you have grown quite confident over the last century, haven't you?" Elijah looks over Marcel's whole being. He could never see what had interested his brother in taking in these children over the past century. But with staying around Klaus, Elijah had grown attached to each one. The oldest two were never really his favorites and at the moment Marcel was his very least.

"Me," Marcel asks with a bit of zeal. "I'd say it's you and your brother who got cocky, coming to my town like you own the place."

"Well, we did own the place once," Elijah says looking around. "We were all quite happy here as I recall. But we could never control those pesky witches of the French Quarter. How do you do it?"

"Your brother asked me the same question. And so did my—So did Damon," Marcel grunted. "I gave them both the same answer: It's my business. Everything in the Quarter is my business. Klaus comes into town all nice and friendly, then he starts looking down his nose at what I've down like it's some cheap knock-off of one of his dumb paintings. Then he gets pissed off like a little bitch and bites one of my guys."

Elijah takes note of how Marcel doesn't seem to want to be apart of this family anymore. How he doesn't address Damon as his brother or Klaus as his father. It shocks Elijah, really. Marcel used to be the one who doted on his father and siblings. It seems a century of having your ego stroked can change you. At the moment Marcel was like a child having a century old temper tantrum and needed to be put in time out.

"Well, I do apologize for Klaus' poor behavior," Elijah says in a somewhat sarcastic manner. "I assume you know that that bite will kill your friend within a matter of days." Marcel looks down with sad eyes at the table. The atmosphere around them becoming blue. "Of course," Elijah pauses. "Niklaus' blood would cure him."

Marcel's eyes widen in shock. "What?"

"Yes," Elijah states. "Apparently the blood of the hybrid will cure a werewolf bite. Quite a handy little thing when one needs leverage in negotiation."

Marcel narrows his eyes at that. He doesn't want to play into his uncle's...Elijah's hand. Something didn't feel right about this. "What kind of negotiations are we talking about?"

"Return the body of the witch Jane-Anne," Elijah answered. "Allow her people to put her to rest."

"What do you care about the witches?"

"Well, that's my business, now, isn't it?" Elijah smirks at Marcel. He gets up from his seat and turns towards the door. He then remembers something earlier that had occurred. "One more thing," Elijah says turning around to Marcel.

"What," Marcel inquired.

"Bonnie. The young girl Klaus has taken in," Elijah says.

"What about her?"

"One of your companions put their hands on her," Elijah says. "Klaus wanted to the slaughter the lot of them. If they do it again, I will help him." Elijah knew that Klaus would never kill Marcel but he would definitely kill his friends.

"We don't hurt kids. It was an accident," Marcel says to him quickly. Marcel was sure that Klaus would definitely kill his companions. The girl, Bonnie, she was important to the Mikaelsons. He didn't want to lose everything because of one little mistake.

"Yes. I'm sure it was," Elijah says softly. "Just mind my words Marcellus. I'm sure Klaus will be by soon enough with words of his own."

With that Elijah leaves the pub. Marcel's posse looks at him. "What do we do now," one of them asks him.

"We wait," Marcel tells them.

Hours have passed since the moments Elijah had spoken with Marcel. It's the dead of night now and Damon had been looking for Klaus for hours. When he finds his father, Damon watches from afar as Klaus and Elijah sit on a bench talking to each other. Klaus is at the point of drunkenness for a vampire. Though Damon can see through this conversation and Klaus' body language that he has probably sobered up.

"I think this chid could offer you the one thing that you've never believed you had," he hears Elijah say. Damon's eyebrows furrow in confusion. What child?

"And what's that," Klaus mumbles.

"The unconditional love of family," Elijah replies. He sees the brothers look at each other. Neither of them smiling but there was a knowing look in each of their eyes.

"I already have that," Klaus says yet again mumbling.

"Do you really believe that," Elijah inquires. Damon narrows his eyes at this and his hands clenched into fists. "Do you really believe that those children you've taken in will forever love you? What of Marcel? He seems to think we are no longer family? He has severed his bonds."

Klaus glares at his brother. "My children do love me," Klaus bellowed standing. "Marcel may have severed his ties with us but that changes nothing. Damon... Stefan... Bonnie..." Klaus pauses as he thinks of each of the children he had taken in. "I may yell and argue with them but...I know they love me, our family, unconditionally."

Damon sighed quietly in relief. He loved Klaus like a father for his own father was just a demon in his eyes. Damon finds that funny because many see Klaus as a demon and Giuseppe would be seen as a doting, beloved father in most people's eyes. It's funny how looks can be deceiving.

"I see that brother," Elijah answers him as he stands up and faces him. "But this is some thing different," he tells Klaus as he puts a hand on his shoulder. "This is a miracle. Who knows if it could ever happen again."

The Mikaelson brothers look at each other tensely before Niklaus replies to Elijah, "Tell Sophie Deveraux we have a deal." They stand there in silence before Klaus' head perks up. Damon could see his eyes narrow at the darkness of the alleyway in front of them. "If you're spying on my brother and I, just know that we know you are there," Klaus growls. "You're obvious."

Damon intakes a breath. Does his father know that he's watching him? Though, Klaus wasn't looking in his direction. So...who could he be talking to?

Laughter is heard from a male as he walks out of the dark alleyway. "Kol," both Elijah and Klaus says in an astonished yet soft voice.

"Long time, brother," Kol exclaims with a smirk on his face. He laughs at his brothers' faces.

"I didn't expect you to come," Elijah spoke after staring.

"Well you did call me brother," Kol remarks. He turns to Klaus who seems to not know what emotion to have on his face. "I heard you put a bun in someone's oven," he jokes. "You should have used protection." Kol laughs at himself while Klaus scowls at him.

As Damon hid in the shadows as he gathers this information. He could only be confused as to why nature has let this happen. He was also a little underwhelmed. He practically helped raise Stefan and Bonnie was already a handful as sister. Having a baby around the house would just end up being an overwhelming mess. And Damon didn't want to have to change any diapers.

The main thing that was Damon had been wondering about was why Klaus hadn't told him, Stefan or Bonnie. Klaus had told them that he was just checking out the witches but to hear of a baby was a whole other story. And the fact that Kol had known about it before he had was surprising because Klaus wasn't close to Kol. In fact, from what Damon had seen Klaus hated Kol. But then he remembered that Elijah must have told Kol. Which also shocked him because Elijah seems as if he hates Kol as well. The way their sibling dynamic worked just confused him.

After waiting listening that snippet of the conversation, Damon zipped back to the plantation house. He enters Bonnie's room and is confused when he sees she's not there. He pauses for a moment and listens out for breathing and/or voices. Damon runs out of her room and to the other side of the house to his room. He opens the door to find Bonnie and Stefan cuddled up diagonally on the bed asleep leaving hardly any room for him to lie down.

He smiles softly at their figures. They look so much younger than they were. Damon moves Bonnie's long hair from the front of her face and he now sees some of the baby features she now seems to have while asleep. She stirs awake and yawns, blinking with blurry vision.

"Are you just now getting back," she asks Damon.

Damon smiles at his little sister. "Yes," he tells Bonnie.

"Are you going to go to bed," Bonnie inquires. "We can make room."

Damon chuckles lowly. "It's fine," he answers. "Just go back to sleep. I'm going to sleep a little bit later, okay?"

Bonnie yawns as she closes her eyes and nods her head. "Okay," she mumbles as she lays her head down and cuddles into Stefan a little bit more. Damon kisses Bonnie's forehead. "Good night Bon Bon."

Damon walks out of the room and goes downstairs to the parlor. Damon takes a bottle of bourbon and a glass and goes to the room connected to the main entrance. Damon sits at the table and makes himself comfortable. He pours himself a drink as he sits and waits for Papa Hybrid to make his way home.

An hour to two hours later the big bad wolf makes his way into the house. "What are you still doing up," Klaus asks Damon surprised he was still awake.

Damon pours himself another glass of bourbon and doesn't even give Klaus eye contact. He plays a game and gulps down some bourbon. "Waiting for you," Damon says as continues to play the game.

"It's the middle of the night," Klaus says as he takes Damon's phone so that he will look at him. "You should be asleep." He touches Damon's shoulder and Damon feels a vision flash through his mind. He sees Hayley, the werewolf girl they met back in Mystic Falls that had helped that bitch Katherine. She's a hybrid running with Klaus and Elijah. There's a baby in the cemetery only for a witch to hold a knife above her head ready to bring it down

The vision quickly leaves him. Remembering what Klaus had said to him last he grumbles. "I'm not an eternal child like Stefan," Damon tells him with a scowl. "You don't have to continuously treat me like one."

Klaus swiftly nods, not wanting to argue with him. He already had to do that multiple times with others today and he didn't want to have to come home and argue with his son. He gives Damon back his phone and takes the bottle of bourbon. "I was drinking that," Damon whines.

"I think you've had enough for the night," Klaus says as he sits down at the table across from Damon. Damon scowls harder at Klaus. Klaus can only laugh with himself at this. Damon says he's not a child but he acts like one overtime he's around Klaus.

They sit in silence as Damon drinks whatever happens to be left in his glass. Damon looks at Klaus in the eyes hard and frowns at him. "Are you going to let his friend died," Damon asks looking down at his glass when he sees Klaus' shocked expression.

"What," Klaus asks.

"Marcel," Damon answered. "Are you going to let his friend die?" Damon plays with the glass tapping it.

"I don't think we should discuss this right now," Klaus says as he pushes his chair out and away from the table. "Maybe in the morning when we're well rested," Klaus suggests as he gets up.

"Is that when you're going to tell us about this miracle baby you've made," Damon snaps at him.

Klaus eyebrows furrow instantly wondering how Damon knows about the child. The child he knows he wants but can't seem to want it to exist. "How do you know about that," he asks.

Damon looks away not really wanting to tell him that he was spying. "A had a vision of you holding a child," Damon says quickly.

"Visions," Klaus asks, not believing him at all. "You haven't had those in a while."

"The gift I was given comes and goes," Damon explains with a bit of sarcasm. "I'm not the average warlock."

"No," Klaus says. "You are not." Leaving it alone, Klaus turns and heads towards the stairs only to be stopped by Damon speaking.

"So you're going to leave him to die," Damon called out to him.

Klaus turns back to face Damon quickly. "So what if I do?!"

Damon's fist clenches. "I know that you like to act as if you're heartless in front of everyone else. Hell. So do I," Damon says. "But I know you're not. You may not show it your siblings but you do care. You care for me, Stefan and Bonnie." Damon pauses for a moment. "And you especially care for Marcel."

"Me caring for any of you has nothing to do with me leaving his friend to die," Klaus replies calmly. He's somewhat amused by Damon's antics. "It shall teach him a lesson."

"It's not going to make him love you again," Damon snapped as he threw his glass at Klaus caught it and then smashed it to pieces as he scowled. "Maybe healing Thierry. Apologizing for biting his friend. Being his father..." Damon pauses for a second thinking that he may have gone too far but then he remembers that as a Mikaelson there is no such thing as too far. "Being his father means that neither one of you get to decide when you can stop being family."

Damon can see the bit of sadness Klaus had in his eyes but after a thousand years, Klaus knew how to mask it well.

"Do you hate him," Damon asks.

Klaus sighs, not really knowing how to answer his question. "For a thousand years, I lived in fear. Any time I settled anywhere, my father would hunt me down and...chase me off. He made me feel powerless, and I hated it," he tells Damon. "This town was our home once, and in my absence, Marcel has gotten everything that I ever wanted. Power, loyalty, family. I made Marcel everything that he is. He was my son. And when my father chased us from New Orleans a hundred years ago and we believed Marcel was killed." Klaus had sped up in his speech and paused when he thought of Marcel's death. And there it was again. That hint of sadness peaking through Klaus' eyes even when he didn't want it to.

"We each mourned him, in our own way," he spoke softly. "Yet, we returned to find that not only had he survived, he had thrived. Instead of seeking us out, instead of sticking together as one, he made a choice to take everything this family had built and make it his own. Now, he is living in our home, he is sleeping in our beds. That 'M' he stamps everywhere... it's not for 'Marcel'. It's for 'Mikaelson'. I want it all back, and if I have to push him out to get it, then that's exactly what I'll do."

"But you don't want to," Damon asks. They both knew it wasn't a question.

"No. I don't want to," Klaus tells him. "You should get some sleep," Klaus says as he turns and walks up the stairs. "You should be rested for when you help Bonnie and Stefan enroll in school in the morning."

"Yes sir," he says as he watches Klaus head up the stairs before doing the same.

Klaus walks into his room and picks up a paintbrush and a can and begins to stir. He looks at it angrily before he begins to paint the canvas with rough strokes. It seems as though, when he continues to paint, he gets angrier and angrier. But he's not angry. No, he's not angry at all. He's sad. He growls lowly as he drops the paint can and the paint brush at the wall, only for it to stick there.

Damon walks into his room to see both Stefan and Bonnie still cuddled up on his bed. He walks to the chair and sits down. He looks at his siblings with a loving smile. Damon thinks of the memories he has had with them before chuckling to himself. He soon falls into a deep slumber.

In the morning, Klaus arrives at "Marcel's place". He enters a room to see the man he bit lie dying as he's surrounded by others in Marcel's gang. When they see Klaus enter, Marcel, Diego and others immediately rise defensively.

"I had time to sleep on it last night," Klaus says. Marcel motions to his crew not to attack. "I am not your enemy. Where my family and I failed this town...Marcel succeeded."

Klaus reaches over to a drink tray and picks up a glass. He bites into his hand and holds it, bleeding, over the glass. "My blood will heal him, as though it never happened."

Marcel nods at Diego, who takes the glass and gives it to the dying man. "The Quarter is your home, but I would like to stay a while, if I'm still welcome," Klaus tells him. A wide grin spreads across Marcel's face, and his places his hands on Klaus' neck, chuckling.

In the meantime, Bonnie pulls up to a parking space at St. Anne's High School with Stefan and Damon in Damon's new black Ferraro. "So you switched in your Camaro for a black Ferrari," Bonnie says trying to make conversation. "I never thought the day would come," she jokes.

"Papa Hybrid gave it to me as an 'I'm sorry for forcing you to leave Mystic Falls after defeating an immortal almost twice my age. I'm also sorry that I forced your girlfriend to leave Mystic Falls after healing her with my blood. Oh...and I'm sorry I'm for being an asshole these last 100 years'," Damon tells her mocking Klaus' voice with a british accent as they all get out the car.

He grabs a folder with a couple documents before shutting the doors. Stefan rolls his eyes while smirking. "You're lucky," Stefan says. "I had to keep my baby back in Mystic Falls and there's no way he'd let me get something new."

"Yeah," Bonnie agrees. "Dad always gets you new stuff."

"Stefan," Damon says pausing his steps to look at his brother. "You may not be able to tell but you're Dad's favorite whether he admits it or not. If you just ask, you'll get whatever you want really. But you never do which is why you hardly get what you want. He's not a psychic. And Bonnie..." Damon turns to face her. "You give Papa Hybrid your best guilt trip about making you leave your pale as a ghost boyfriend that you literally died and came back to life for...by the works of me by the way...than you can get whatever your heart desires." Both of the younger siblings shut up at his words for they knew they were true.

People stare at them as they walk down the hallways. Bonnie knows her brothers can hear what the students are saying and she wants to ask them about it but decides against it. She hates being the new kid and would've liked it better if she could have just been homeschooled. It's not like the stuff they teach her will be of anything important in the future.

When the secretary comes back with their paperwork she speaks with Damon. "Everything is all set for your sister but your brother is missing a lot of things," she tells him. "Transcripts. Immunization records..."

Damon cuts the woman off and tries to compel her, "I'm pretty sure you have all the information you need."

"Witches can't be compelled vampire," the secretary says. Damon is shocked but he doesn't let it show on his face. "I'll put them both in the system now."

The secretary comes back with two schedules. "Here you are," she says as she hands them to the youngest Mikaelsons. "Classes start soon. I gave you both the same schedule." She walks away after that. Bonnie groans lowly. She doesn't want to spend her whole day with her brother. He gets annoying after a while.

"Well I hope you both have a good day at school," Damon says sarcastically as they walk out of the office. "I've got things to do." Damon pats them on the shoulders before leaving the school.

As Stefan and Bonnie enter their first period French class they sit beside each other in the middle row in front of two boys talking. Bonnie thinks they're trying to whisper but they're really bad at it. "The new girl's kind of cute," she hears the one with blonde hair say.

"She is," the brunette boy says. "But she's no Davina."

The blonde boy scoffs. "No one can be beautiful but Davina in your eyes.

Bonnie stops paying attention when she sees Stefan looking shocked. Confused, she turns her face to the front of the room to see someone walking towards them and is shocked as well. "Hello mates," he says with a smirk on his face. "Did you miss me?"

"Kol?!"

Who was Damon's girlfriend? How is Kol not dead? Well, I love Kol so he never died. Who were those two boys talking behind Stefan and Bonnie? Will Bonnie and Stefan ever get cars? Will Marcel ever want to be a Mikaelson again?

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