In the last chapter, things got pretty steamy between Marcel and Camille. We'll see if their relationship will go further. Klaus has had a change of heart when it came to Hayley and decided to do something to help her or please her in some way. Rebekah is currently in Paris and we will see if she manages to find that witch or not and whether or not that witch is willing to help the girls claim New Orleans. Klaus and Hayley share some moments in the bayou as they try to find the Crescent Werewolves and Klaus' own royal werewolf pack which his father once led. This chapter will have Klayley and Rebekah and Marcel thoughts and POVS's of each other's thoughts and ideas. Review please and I hope you will enjoy this chapter! Long may they Reign!

Klaus' POV

I stormed into that household of mine and yelled out her name. She didn't answer and I was getting very moody. I yelled her name again and she didn't answer. Instead, I pretty much woke up the servants that had their rooms near the entrance. They didn't get any special treatment as far as anyone knew and they didn't mind as some of them were compelled by Marcel to forget about human emotions and just do as you're told. Most of the servants have started acting like robots which got on my nerves most of the time. I had that to settle with Marcel but right now, I needed to find the little wolf. I checked the clock. It was 3 AM. "She must be sleeping." I murmured to myself. I knew perfectly well that sleep was good for our child and the racket I was making must have disturbed her very much. I couldn't have that. I told the servants to go back to go back to bed and let me handle everything. I silently made my way up the stairs and opened the door to Hayley's room gently. I couldn't see very clearly and hoping that I wouldn't disturb her, I turned on the light to find...her bed empty. Rage filled inside me.

Banging the door open, I stormed inside Davina's room. She got out of bed, frightened and ready to use whatever magic she had left on me. I put my hands up. "Calm down, little witch. I just need to know where Hayley is." I said bitterness in my tone. Davina folded her arms, stepping out of bed. "First of all, you shouldn't make storming into my room like this a habit. I will not be so dear to you next time you do it. Secondly, how should I know where she is?" "Well, love, you two have become quite close friends. If she were to go somewhere, she would most likely tell you and only you since Rebekah is gone so I am going to ask you one more time..." I grabbed her throat and held her suspended. "WHERE IS HAYLEY?" Suddenly, I felt pain rush over me. I couldn't say another word. I was chocking and the pain was terrible. I let go of her throat and her magic pushed me to the floor as I began growling, showing my hybrid fangs. "God, you're sick!" Davina exclaimed, letting her hands fall to her sides and I could breathe again with no problems. "Where is Hayley?" I asked, more calmly this time. "Why do you wish to know? Are you worried about her?" Davina asked me with a smirk and my face was boiling with anger as I approached her ferociously. "Let me make something clear to you. That woman is carrying my child. Whatever she does with her spare time is none of my concern but that child she carries, my child, is my concern. Where is she, love? I know you know." "You aren't scaring me, you know? And you aren't fooling me either. You want Hayley in your life, with or without the baby. I get it." "I have no idea what you are talking about." I growled again. Davina sighed and pointed her finger out the window. "She left a few hours ago. She went to see her family in the bayou." My mouth dropped in shock. I warned her to stay away from them until I would see it fit for her to visit them. I warned her about what would happen if she disobeyed me. I roared and left the room, slamming the door shut after me. "I will find her and I will make her pay." I said to myself as I grabbed my coat and headed out to the bayou.

Hayley's POV

The bayou was pretty much messy and dirty. The kind of ground I walked on kind of reminded me of the ground I used to walk on when I was the child. The same time, alright, but something felt different in me. I no longer felt like the abandoned little girl who had only one goal in life and that was to find acceptance in her one true family. The little girl made a solemn promise to herself that she would never let herself fall in love or get a close friend. These kinds of things made her look weak and powerless and to make sure that her one goal was to find her family, she made herself push everyone away, unless they had something to offer her when it came to her finding her parents. This little werewolf girl was me. I wanted something from life and I was going to have it. Now, my one goal was completed. As I walked through the muddy bayou, I knew that I was close to meeting my family again and by any chance would I get acceptance from them in their group. I wanted to know more about my long lost parents. I felt my little girl move inside of me and I smiled. My family would help me figure out how to raise her properly and do what was right for her. There were some noises which could be heard behind the trees. My heart quickened and I placed my hand over my belly protectively. I was almost sure that something would pounce and attack me. After all, who was silly enough to wander around the bayou unprotected with an unborn child. Me, of course. Someone stepped from behind the trees but I couldn't see who it was. "Show yourself!" I ordered and the figure came into view. "Klaus." I whispered as I watched his furious face as he came closer to me. I ran my hand through my hair. I didn't expect him to find me just yet. "I…I…I can explain." I stuttered. "What the hell where you thinking, little wolf? Do you realize how I felt when I went into your room to check on you and the baby and the bed was empty. You have no idea what I had to go through for Davina to tell me where you were. If that witch so much as dares to lay another one of her magical fingers on me so help me I'll…" I started to giggle a little, imagining what Davina must have done to Klaus to calm his anger. Klaus growled even more and I decided to stop laughing as it was making the situation even more difficult.

"I know that you are mad, alright? I understand. But you wouldn't allow me to leave and see my family." "Damn straight!" he exclaimed almost immediately which made me frown a little. "You don't even like to hear what I want to say. How cruel can you possibly be as to not let me see my family?" "Sweetheart, I have pretty much had enough of you and your attitude lately. I suggest you change it before I get some idea on how to deal with you. I couldn't let you see your family due to your behavior yesterday. I guarantee that your family wouldn't have been pleased by your attitude if you showed up the same grumpy and hormonal self here." "I am hormonal because I am carrying your child, which also happens to be your fault." I snapped at him and crossed my arms over my chest. Klaus sighed and looked at his watch. It was already a half an hour past 3 AM and he looked pretty tired. I wondered what he was up to all day while I was cooped up in my room, dealing with the plan to take over New Orleans with Rebekah, using Davina's help who wants power in women as well. I sighed as I tapped my foot and he looked at me as I did so. "So, what are we going to do now? Are you planning on dragging me by my hair back to the mansion?" I asked him, bitterly. Klaus smirked as he stared deep into my eyes. "As much as I would enjoy the pleasure of that seeing as I am very angry with you, no. I came here to interrogate the werewolves." My eyes widened. "Now? In the middle of the night?" "Yes, love. Now." "How are you planning on doing that? When they sleep, they find refuge in places where no one can find them." Klaus grinned. "Well, you're here to find them at this time of night, how were you expecting to find them, love unless…you know where they take refuge during the night." I rolled my eyes at him while his grin turned wider. He checked the clock again. "Seeing as I have already wasted too much time arguing with you and how you know the wolves' whereabouts, I am somewhat forced to take you with me to this splendid little interrogation during the night. Come along, little wolf." He started walking and I caught up to him, growling.

Rebekah's POV

Roaming around in Paris was fun, but knowing that you came there for business, not for pleasure took the fun right out of you. I was easily able to find one of the most luxurious hotels there and check into a suite, as I compelled the people there to kick the one currently staying in it and hand it over to me. Not very lady-like of me but since I came here to business only, I thought that I would at least spend my time here in the perfect hotel room. I decided to spend one night there and continue my search in the morning for the red headed witch. The bed was very comfy and after I had taken a perfectly warm shower, I took off my robe and slid into a satin nightgown. All I could think about that night were Niklaus and Marcel. I knew it was hard to admit but I missed my brother dearly and I hated betraying him again but I had to do what was best for the city and I couldn't trust that Nik would do what was right in New Orleans. He might be a good King at the moment but I just knew it in my heart that he would mess that beautiful city up and in doing so, he would hurt Hayley and their child. I smiled when I thought of Hayley, my one true friend. I had never met anyone like her. I never thought that I would actually find someone so much like me and would like to have as a close friend. Now, she felt like she was the only friend I had in my 1000 years of existence and it felt nice when you thought about it. I couldn't wait for this plan to work and for Hayley and me to rule New Orleans as Queens, the way Davina loved to put it. I knew that Hayley and I would set things right and would rule New Orleans the way it was supposed to be ruled all along with Niklaus' or Marcel's bickering. My thoughts drifted off to Marcel and I hated the way I got tingles all over my body when I thought of his gorgeous face and his dashing smile. I terribly missed him and I refused to admit it. He had chosen New Orleans over me. It wasn't the first time he had done that, but I still loved him and there was nothing that would make me change my feelings for him. I wondered if despite that cold and dark face of his he got from being partners and King of the city with Niklaus, he still was the Marcel I knew all along and fell in love with. I knew he was in there somewhere and I knew deep into my heart that I was not ready to give up on him just yet. But I would have to wait as I had way more important things to deal with. I needed to have New Orleans under my rule. I only hoped that neither Davina nor Hayley gave themselves away in front of Marcel or Niklaus. With these thoughts, I drifted off to sleep, letting the Paris city lights soothe me.

I got up early in the morning but took my time, eating their special breakfast at the hotel and I even managed to compel a waitress to offer me some of her pure warm blood to end my thirst as I was on a witch hunt and I didn't want any displeasures on the way. Leaving the restaurant hall, ready to start my day in Paris, I looked at the time. It was 10 AM in the morning. I clapped my hands together and I headed my way through the City of Love. It was magnificent to just sit and look at the shops and at the people speaking that language of theirs that made you think only about love and romance. I decided to focus on my mission and search through the witchy shops where I asked about the one witch I wanted to see. None of the voodoo witches there seemed to know them. I even compelled them to see if they were lying but they were pretty much telling the truth. But of course! He witch I was looking for was not just any witch by the name. There was no way a witch like her would just be found in voodoo witch's shop. I needed to dig deeper into the town and try to avoid the fabulous displays in shop windows. It was pretty tempting there to just abandon your mission and have some fun there, shopping. I would have bought something for both Hayley and me. We could have used some new wardrobes, but I reminded myself yet again that I had a bloody witch to find. I searched and searched all through the morning until I realized that even an Original Vampire like me needed a break. Sitting down at a Coffee Joint, I ordered a latte and sat down at a table to rest and think things through. I have become pretty ridiculous. I couldn't just head over to any place in this city and search. I would be wasting time and energy if I continued to do my searching as I did before. I needed time to think and this Coffee Joint was the perfect place. But as I tried to think of my duty at the moment to find the witch, a moment between Marcel and I flashed into my head and I couldn't ignore it.

"Marcellus, stop behaving like such a toddler." He was looking at me with serious eyes. "That man was courting you. I am not behaving like a toddler. You are a beautiful woman, Rebekah. You are a woman that any man would kill for. You deserve an eligible bachelor, not someone like me. I am just the orphan, the orphan your brother took in out of the goodness of his heart." he said, taking me into his arms and kissing my forehead while I placed my hand on his chest. "Marcellus, I love you. There isn't any man courting me. You know that I am taken, and everyone knows that. In time, even Niklaus will accept our relationship, you'll see." "I don't care about his acceptance. I just want him to leave us alone to live our lives as we wish." "I want the same thing but he's your mentor, Marcellus. You must talk to him about this. Everything will be alright, you'll see." He grabbed my chin gently and pressed his warm lips on mine, making my heart fill up with happiness. It was just the two of us.

The moment ended and it surprised me how I could still feel that passion growing inside of me just thinking about Marcellus and that day. Nik had never accepted our relationship for real and I was sure that at the moment, he would do anything to get marcel to stop thinking about me and for me to stop thinking about him. Nik always told me that Marcel was bad for me, even though he always saw him as the one man worthy of my hand. I didn't care what my brother thought. I loved Marcel with all my heart. I got another memory stuck in my head. This was more recent and it was the night after we shared our night of passion when I came back to New Orleans. I could remember it as clear as day. Marcel had broken my heart and I still loved him.

I was standing at the balcony and watching the city lights in the night as the soft jazz music could be heard. I felt warm hands wrap around me as he pressed his head against mine. I moaned in pleasure at his touch. "Mmm. I've been away from this home almost a hundred years, and you haven't changed a thing in my bedroom." Marcel smiled next to me. "I guess I was holding out hope that you'd come back to it. Though, I imagine it's not quite as comfortable as those beds at the Palace Royale Hotel." My smile disappeared as I realized that I had been lying to him this whole time. My brothers and I were not staying at that hotel. We were staying at the old Governor's home, filled with memories. I turned away from him and he seemed to notice something was wrong. "It's plenty comfortable! I'm famished!" I pulled an apple out of my bag, a bright red one and showed it to him. "Nah, apples aren't my thing." he told me. "They were your favorite, one upon a time." I responded. "Ah, they were! I'd get my ass beat if I ever ate them working on that plantation. Even the spoiled ones. Now, they just remind me of a time when I couldn't have things." His face showed sadness and I leaned against him and grabbed a hold of his arms, and then sliding mine on his chest to comfort him. "Well, now you can have whatever you want." I sighed and said convincingly, "Come with me." "And go where, Rebekah?" "Wherever we want to! We can build a home together; we can leave behind Klaus, this city, and those Orphan-Annie vampires..." He pushed me lightly away from him. "Whoa, whoa, those "Orphan-Annie vampires" are my family, and this city is my home." "It was my home, too, once. I left." I told him. "You ran. I stayed! This empire thrives because of me, and you want me to run? A man does not run from his home!" "I've lived a lot longer than you have, Marcellus. I have seen Kings Rise, and fall, but there is one thing I know to be true. It is that no matter how matter how big your empire becomes, it is nothing if you have no one to share it with." I glared at him and added, "You want New Orleans? Have it. I won't be here to stop you." I shoved the apple into his chest, grabbed my clothes and left with tears streaming down my face.

I know that I may have sounded too cruel at that moment but it was the second time that Marcel had chosen New Orleans and left me for second place. Couldn't have that. I had pride and I loved him very much. What I told him that night was a way for me to let him know that a King can't rule without a Queen to support and help him. Deep down, I wanted to be that special someone. I wanted to be Marcellus Gerard's Queen of New Orleans. As I was deep in thought, someone sat in front of me at the table. It was a woman, wearing sunglasses. "Can I help you?" I asked, pulled out of my thoughts. "I have been told from a reliable source that you've been searching the ends of this city for me." She had a familiar smug on her face and her long and thick red hair was very familiar as well. She noticed me scrunching, trying to see if I knew her from somewhere. She finally took her sunglasses off and I gasped. "Genevieve!" She smirked, folding her hands and saying, "Long time no see, Rebekah Mikaelson."

Marcel's POV

Klaus had called me and let me know that he was on his way to the werewolves' whereabouts to interrogate them. It was late at night and I was in no mood to go after him, especially after what happened between Cami and I a few hours before. What surprised me was that Klaus was not alone. He had chosen for Hayley to join him which was pretty surprising because at the moment, they could barely stand each other being in the same room. Back to little old me. I decided to spend the rest of the night in the bar. Cami had left me the key and I could drink all I wanted to. The hours with Camille were incredible and just the nights I needed with a woman like her. I could remember the first time I told Klaus about her when he came to New Orleans as we were joining the parade. I told him that Cami was queen material and she was indeed. The memory of that day made me smile, when that blonde bartender made me fancy her. She called me something smooth while she called Klaus something old. "Calling me out on my game in front of my friend here?" She then smiled. "I think you can handle it." And then she walked away, leaving me with the biggest grin I ever had on my face. I dived into a bottle of beer, my one favorite drink. Sure, I could afford to drink something more suitable for a King of The French Quarter but I wanted to feel pleasure and beer was the only drink that made me feel that. As the alcohol dripped down my throat, a memory popped up out of nowhere.

Rebekah was standing there on the balcony, in her white robe with her beautiful and thick golden locks let to fall on her back. She was standing there, thinking and listening to the jazz being played in the night. She looked so much like a Queen…my Queen. I wrapped my arms around her and I heard her moan in pleasure while hearing her voice against my pulse. "Mmm. I've been away from this home almost a hundred years, and you haven't changed a thing in my bedroom." I smiled and whispered, "I guess I was holding out hope that you'd come back to it. Though, I imagine it's not quite as comfortable as those beds at the Palace Royale Hotel." She squirmed and looked uncomfortable all of a sudden. From the look on her face, I knew something was up but I didn't want to ask and spoil the mood. She left my arms and looked through her bag, until she pulled out a delicious red apple and offered it to me with a smile. I shook my head. "Nah, apples aren't my thing." "They were your favorite, one upon a time." she continued while looking at me with adorable baby blue eyes that shined like crystals into the night. "Ah, they were! I'd get my ass beat if I ever ate them working on that plantation. Even the spoiled ones. Now, they just remind me of a time when I couldn't have things." The single thought of those times only made me feel sorrow and I could feel once again what it was like to feel abandoned and alone. I didn't want that and I couldn't have that. She placed her beautiful hands on my arms, crossing them over my chest as she pulled me to her and whispered, "Well, now you can have whatever you want." She looked deeply into my eyes before saying "Come with me!" I frowned. "And go where, Rebekah?" "Wherever we want to! We can build a home together; we can leave behind Klaus, this city, and those Orphan-Annie vampires..." That was when I got a bit angry at her and pushed her hands away, trying to defend my city and my people. "Whoa, whoa, those "Orphan-Annie vampires" are my family, and this city is my home." "It was my home, too, once. I left." she told me and I looked at her seriously and starting to get ticked off. "You ran. I stayed! This empire thrives because of me, and you want me to run? A man does not run from his home!" I exclaimed and she started speaking before I could even have a chance to breathe. "I've lived a lot longer than you have, Marcellus. I have seen Kings Rise, and fall, but there is one thing I know to be true. It is that no matter how matter how big your empire becomes, it is nothing if you have no one to share it with." I couldn't believe my ears. The tone of her voice would have made anyone bow down to this incredible woman. I knew that a part of me was seeing the truth in her words. I knew that for a King to rule, he needed family and not just any family that you collect. You need to have someone to share this kingdom with, a Queen. I wanted to say something to keep Rebekah from leaving that night but it was too late. "You want New Orleans? Have it. I won't be here to stop you." She grabbed her jacket and left me standing there with the red apple that she shoved into my chest. I was very displeased.

The memory ended just when the door to the bar opened and somehow deep inside my heart, I wanted it to be Rebekah. A part of me wanted her to come back to New Orleans and for me to tell her how I felt about her, but the other stronger part of me who took care of my personality, my visions and my pride said no. She chose to leave and I had to accept that. By begging her to come back would only make me look weak and pathetic and I didn't want that.Camille walked inside, wearing the same clothes that she was wearing on our date a few hours ago. I smiled as I stood up. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping? It's late, Cami." She smiled and nodded. "I know it's late but I just wanted to come and see how you are feeling. You don't seem to be yourself." I nodded and sat back down. Cami bit her lips. "Is it because of what happened between us?" she asked and I stood up again. "No, of course not! What we had was amazing, no words to describe it." Camille smiled. "I am glad to hear that." She took off her jacket and went over to the counter. "So, since I can't sleep and you're here, I might just start my shift early and serve you as many drinks as you like, while I keep you company of course." I grinned. "A very tempting offer, Miss. Camille O'Connell and one I will accept, just so you know it." I was going to enjoy this…whatever relationship we had.

Klaus' POV

We had been walking for a long time. From time to time, I looked at the little wolf beside me. She had her hands crossed over her chest as she walked and there was a frown on her face. I didn't feel comfortable having her there and the child during the night, even if I was there to protect them. Hayley stopped after we had walked a little more and I turned around surprised to see her shiver a little. I sighed, turning back towards her. "Love, you're freezing." I whispered to her. She didn't say anything; she just looked at the ground, speechless. Sighing, I took off my jacket and put it around her to help her get warm. I could see her smile a little, but then she stopped, whispered thank you and started walking ahead of me. It was difficult for me to be kind to someone and to be kind to Hayley was even more difficult. Somehow, I was a little afraid of the little wolf's rejection. I couldn't have it. I couldn't bare it. Hayley meant more to me than she thought. She wasn't just some girl I was seeking acceptance for. I felt the need to show her how much I care for her and our child. Had it been any other girl, I would have moved on, seeing as how used I am to rejection. I would have plenty to lose if I were to how Hayley some affection and she would reject it. I know that I always say I am not scared of anything, except for my dead step-father, Mikael but I was a little scared at this point. I was scared of losing the little wolf. I already had to tolerate the relationship between her and Elijah. Now that he was gone, I was planning on gaining her trust. I wanted to offer her care and help and I wanted her to accept it.

"So, this is what you usually do?" Hayley asked as we continued walking into the night. I looked at her confused by her question. "Do you bring girls like me in the swamp this often?" I smirked when I realized she was just trying to make conversation. "No, love. I prefer to take girls to different places that they would enjoy opera, art and many others." "No concerts? What kind of man are you? You don't even know what women like." I snapped my head in her direction and watched the playful smile on her face as she continued walking alongside me. "You underestimate me, love. I know plenty about women." Hayley smiled as she looked at me. "Well, not about me, you don't." she whispered as she kept walking. We walked side by side and I felt I couldn't help but stare at her without stopping. I was slowly beginning to see what Marcel was talking about. Hayley was not any girl I had met in the past. She was a girl to rarely walk this Earth. A smirk appeared on my face as I stepped in her way. "Try me, little wolf." She looked surprised at my way of thinking and moved past me, walking slowly.

I continued walking with her as she held my jacket on her. It was pretty cold and I couldn't risk anything happening to her, which would lead to something happening to the baby. "You love music. I can hear you listening to your favorite melody every single night, Innocence by Avril Lavigne." Hayley's head snapped up and looked at me. I could see her beautiful, surprised face as her eyes were set on me. I didn't stop walking and she was trying hard to catch up. She looked away as I continued speaking with a smile on my face. "I know for a fact that you use music as a metaphor for control, as I do with my paintings. I know that you carry a special blanket with you and sleep with it at night when you get nightmares. I know that you were abandoned when you were a child. I know for a fact that your adoptive parents didn't treat you as you deserved to be treated. I know that you search for family and love in this world just as much as I do. I know that we want the same things in life, little wolf and I know you better than you know yourself." I stepped in front of her with that last sentence. She stared deep into my eyes and whispered, "We're a lot alike." I smiled, "Yes, we are." I rested my hand on her arm as neither one of us broke the eye contact. "Which is why I think it would be better for us and for our child if we were to learn to get along, rather than fight in that household each day, little wolf." I was sincere with her. What I wanted was for her to be able to trust me. She nodded. "I agree." before she started walking again and said, "We're almost there." "Wait." I called out for her and grabbed her arm as I heard something. There was something moving in the bushes. I sighed when I realized there were just some animals that couldn't pose a threat to us. "When will Rebekah come back to us?" Hayley asked me and I frowned. "You seem eager for Rebekah to get back, little wolf. Is there something wrong?" Hayley simply shook her head. "I am just asking. I am in need of her company." "You have Davina, love." "It's not the same. Rebekah is my best friend. She's the only best friend I've ever had. I don't intend on losing her just yet." I frowned even more. Something was wrong. I could feel it. Hayley was hiding something from me. I couldn't tell what, though but maybe if I pushed her a little more… "Rebekah's leave was quiet unexpected, especially since I have just regained New Orleans back. Rebekah has always wanted her family to become one and once that happens, she leaves. Am I to understand that even though you two are such good friends, she didn't tell you anything about her leave of absence?" Hayley eyed me, annoyed. "How am I supposed to know anything? I am the one trying to find her, remember?" "Oh, yes, of course. I wasn't accusing you of anything, love. Marcel believes that Rebekah is up to something and I intend on finding out what." Hayley stopped in her tracks and turned around to face me. "Well, maybe you should just leave her be. You and Marcel have both brought pain and suffering into her life. Why don't you just let her enjoy some days of freedom?" I didn't know how to respond to that. I just got a little upset that she was daring to talk to me about the way I treat Rebekah. "My relationship with my sister is none of your business little wolf and may I also remind you that Marcel has recently broken her heart. Perhaps the only reason she left was to find a way to stay away from him, which makes it unacceptable for her to just leave without saying anything." Hayley sighed and continued walking, leaving me with my thoughts as we walked through the muddy and very dark place.

Hayley's POV

I had to control the beats of my heart when I heard him talk about how Rebekah went missing without notice. He was onto something. I could feel it, using my werewolf instincts which are a few of the strongest. "Klaus, you and Marcel have done enough, alright?" I said, sighing and turning back around to walk. "Done what, little wolf? I have regained my family's rightful home. I have chosen Marcel to be my co-leader for the sake of the peace in this town and for you to be happy that this city will not be going down, but going the other way around, with me and Marcel as Kings." I giggled a little as I listened to what he was saying. "You just don't get it, do you? You can't create peace in this city. It's still the French Quarter no matter what you do to it. The strong survive, while the weak…God rest their souls. You and Marcel have been using New Orleans and treating this city as if it were a toy neither of you want to share with each other. Together, you have destroyed this city and if you think that the two of you will manage to rebuild everything from the ashes, you are mistaken." My words were sincere because I knew he would appreciate them. He always does. He grabbed my arm firmly and held it just as firmly. "You must understand that I am King of this city, love. I have earned that right. I have done everything for New Orleans. I have been working to protect my city and my child, the one you carry. If that does not make me a good King for this place, then I don't know what will." I shook my head. He still didn't get it and I was in no mood to explain anything to him. I could remember Rebekah's words clearly from when we last talked on the phone. She was going to find help and we were going to reclaim New Orleans as ours, taking care of these people and bringing everyone to its feet until they finally learn how to live in a community, a united community. Klaus had the potential to be a great King. I could see it in his eyes how much he does care even though he rarely ever shows it. I could see that he had all the qualities for a true King and I admired that. His leadership always turned me on. But Klaus was solo…and so was Marcel. The two of them could not rule together. At some point, they wouldn't agree on something, and they would start a fight which would bring the whole city at its knees. Refused to let that happen because of their foolishness. That is why Rebekah and I thought it would be best if we took the reins. It was going to be difficult, but we could manage. I couldn't tell Klaus all of this. Rebekah had told me that it would have been best if I stayed away from both Marcel and Klaus for a while, but as Klaus was with me in the bayou; I couldn't just ignore his questions. I had to play it the way I knew it, the way I had taught myself since when I was a child. Some noises could have been heard again. I felt Klaus' hand wrap around my waist as he pulled me to him instinctively. "Hayley?" a voice called and he stepped into the moonlight. "Jackson." I breathed and smiled as I could hear Klaus growl a little. "What are you doing here at night…with him?" Klaus let go of me and came towards Jackson menacingly. "We need to have a little chat." With that, Klaus grabbed his arm and headed deeper into the bayou. Biting my lip and knowing this would not end well, I decided to follow them as quickly as possible.