[Edited]
"I cannot believe you disposed of those vampires without me. You know how I love to set things on fire!" Rebekah pouts, I guess I should probably tell you what's going on. As of right now, I am sitting on a desk with Jayla and the pair of us were watching the two Mikaelson siblings have some petty argument and banter back and forth, which I couldn't help but grin bemusedly to myself at. This was one of the things that I enjoyed about when I lived in the Compound with the Mikaelson's, the fact that even through it all they could act like a couple of two-year olds. Even if they were the oldest vampires in history.
"Was I supposed to leave them in the front yard to rot? Besides, they were my responsibility. They attacked the helpless pregnant girl who's carrying my child!" Klaus then says sarcastically, while drawing me out of my own thoughts and had a smirk carved into his facial features, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the comment.
"Oh, I am so moved by your new-found sense of fatherly duties towards the werewolf carrying your hybrid bun in her oven," Rebekah then says, as she, too, rolls her eyes, and I hear Jayla snigger from beside me, while I couldn't help but let the amused grin spread across my lips. When out of the corner of my eye, I spy Hayley joining us in the living room, a diary in her folded arms.
"The werewolf would like to know what the plan is," Hayley then says, when I spot Jayla roll her eyes in annoyance, but I don't say anything to the younger supernatural.
"Well, that depends what plan you mean, love - my plan for global domination, or Rebekah's plan to find love in a cruel, cruel world?" Klaus then comments sarcastically, while I attempt to cover my smirk by resting my chin on the palm of my hand, when I see Rebekah take a pencil from a nearby desk and throws it at him, but, of course, Klaus being the "all-powerful" hybrid catches it with ease, while I click my tongue in mock disappointment.
"Oh, I was hoping that it would get stuck in his eye or something," I "whisper" to Jayla, and briefly spy Klaus look over at my direction.
"Come on, love, you know you love me," Klaus smirks at me, while I just cock my head to the side, a feigned thinking expression on my face.
"Debatable," I retort back with a teasing grin on my lips, as I stare up at him daringly, one of my brows arched as Klaus firmly meets my gaze. I wanted to break away. To stop it, but my stubborn nature refused to let me and he...he didn't look away either and I didn't know why.
"The plan to rescue Elijah. You know, the good brother? The one who is now in the possession of your mortal enemy after you stabbed him in the back?" Hayley then sighs out, breaking my eye contact with Klaus and I shake my head slightly, confused as to how intense our little staring contest had suddenly grown, but I could still feel the seering eyes of Jayla from beside me, but I don't say anything and instead remain focused on Hayley.
"In the front, if we're being specific," Klaus then smirks at her, while I roll my eyes at him. Again.
"You four said that you would get him back. So is there a plan, or what?" Hayley then asks, while looking between the four of us and I share a look with Klaus and see him sigh, before he turns back towards Hayley.
"Okay. Well, firstly, Marcel is not my mortal enemy- he's my friend. Albeit one who is unaware that I'm trying to sabotage his hold over the supernatural community of the French Quarter, but a friend nonetheless. And secondly, I daggered Elijah in order to gain Marcel's trust. If I had known he would place my brother in the hands of a particularly nasty teenage witch, I certainly would have weighed my options a bit differently. And thirdly - Jayla, please," Klaus starts, while turning to Jayla, who hops down from her spot beside me and smirks at Hayley "And thirdly, the plan, as you have demanded, is for Niklaus to simply ask Marcel for Elijah back."
"That's... that's not the whole plan, is it?" Hayley asks us incredulously, as I shake my head slightly, knowing that Klaus was nothing if not vigilant.
"Please! Klaus may be a miserable excuse for a sibling, but there is none more diabolical," Rebekah scoffs out.
"And that's only the Plan A, love! There's always a Plan B," Klaus cuts in, a smirk on his lips.
"And what's Plan B?" Hayley asks him cautiously.
"War," I then say simultaneously with Klaus, and see him give me a smirk, while I playfully roll my eyes at him.
After our whole discussion on how to strategize Elijah's soon return and planning war strategies, which if I was being completely honest was as boring as hell, but as of right now. I was walking into Rousseau's for a drink, because I was definitely in need of one, but my mind was playing on a loop about the conversation I had, had with Jayla before I had left.
Plantation House, New Orleans, A Few Hours Prior
Klaus had gone off to the Compound to meet Marcel and Rebekah had disappeared off to somewhere and Hayley was doing God knows what, while Clary had sat herself down at the kitchen table and was drinking out of a blood bag when the sound of clicking heels alerted the brunette as the hybrid turns around, only to then spot Jayla standing in front of her.
"Hey, Jayla, want some?" Clary asks her, while swiveling around to face her, the blood bag raised in offer as the dark-haired woman merely just shakes her head.
"Actually, no, I wanted to talk to you about you and Klaus," she tells the wolf, who in turn, furrows her brows at her, confused as to where the brunette was going with this and looks her straight in the eye for some type of indication, only to find nothing but complete seriousness.
"Um, I don't really know what to say to that, because we're just friends, besides what are you trying to get at?" the dark-haired woman asks her, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh, come on the sexual tension in the room was unbearable and besides you two were practically undressing each other with your eyes," Jayla smirks at the girl, giving out a slightly frustrated groan, while Clary's face merely just twists in disgust and she fixes the brunette with a slightly nauseated look.
"Okay, first of all way too much detail, and secondly there was no sexual tension in the room."
"So, you're telling me that after being friends for two hundred years, you guys never hooked up," she states, while looking at the wolf incredulously, while she merely just shrugs her shoulders and breathes out a "Yeah."
"So, what if you or him were to develop feelings for each other would you act on it?" she then proceeds to interrogate the wolf, who couldn't help but release an exasperated groan at the dark-haired woman's persistence.
"No, I wouldn't, because imagine we get together and then get into an argument and we break it off. That's two hundred years of friendship gone down the drain, and for what? A few weeks of being like any other cliché romance story. I wouldn't be able to risk that," Clary tells her, and sees her purse her lips, clearly not knowing how to respond to the wolf, who then releases a sigh before speaking again "Now are you done playing twenty questions on my love life, because right now I have to go to Rousseau's," Clary tells her, sounding a bit more snappy then she had intended to be, and sees Jayla nod her head, and so, without another word, the wolf leaves the dark-haired girl alone and let's her ponder on the she-wolf's words.
Rousseau's, New Orleans, Present Day
So now I was contemplating why she would even ask me those questions, but quickly shook it off as curiosity. I glance up from my drink and scan around to see the bar was just about half full and had the usual day drinkers scattered around the place. I then look towards a different direction and see no one playing on the entertainment unit and decided to head up there, knowing that music always had a way of distracting me. Much like how art had a way of distracting Klaus, and so with a grin on my face, I was heading up to the stage. None too soon, had I found a piano and was sitting down by it and was starting to play the instrumental for "Wake Me Up" by Avicii.
Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart
I can't tell you where the journey will end
But I know where to start
They tell me I'm too young to understand
They say I'm caught up in a dream
Well life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyes
Well that's fine by me
{2x}
So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost
I tried carrying the weight of the world
But I only have two hands
Hope I get the chance to travel the world
But I don't have any plans
Wish that I could stay forever this young
Not afraid to close my eyes
Life's a game made for everyone
And love is the prize
{2x}
So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost
Didn't know I was lost
I didn't know I was lost
I didn't know I was lost
I didn't know (didn't know, didn't know)
After I had finished playing the song, I spot more people had piled into the bar and were applauding me and I even got a standing ovation, while I smile in gratitude towards them, before grabbing my jacket off of the back of my seat. When I see Cami standing behind the counter, looking at me with a raised brow.
"What?" I ask her, confused as to why she was looking at me like that.
"See all those people, that's the sign when someone is doing something that they're great at," she smiles at me, referring to the first time she heard me sing and how I was a bit less enthusiastic to sing in front of people and I simply just shake my head and smile at her before leaving the bar. When I get out of the bar, I hear my phone start to buzz in my jacket pocket and quickly fish it out, only to see that it's Jayla and go slightly hesitant about answering it, considering I didn't really want to talk to her given how I kind of lashed out at her, before I quickly came to my senses and told myself stop being such a coward and picked up.
"Hey," I breathe out into the phone.
"Hey, listen I need you to come with me and Bekah somewhere," she greets me with a way too enthusiastic tone.
"First off, where am I going and second of all, how comes you sound so chipper?" I ask her suspiciously.
"Well, you know how the dog tried to kill her child and someone gave a tip off to Marcel's vampires about there being a wolf in the Quarter and well, Klaus' suspicious about who sold the wolfsbane and I figured considering you are so hell bent on protecting her for whatever reason, I thought why not offer you the chance to come with us," she informs me, while I had a small smirk plastered onto my face.
"When and where?" I ask her, and hear her chuckle over the line.
"How about here and now. Meet us outside of Jardin Gris," she tells me, and I grin to myself.
"I'll be there in five," I tell her quickly, before pocketing my phone and flashing over to an old looking shop that had different witchy herbs for tourists and such, and saw Rebekah and Jayla looking bored and slightly impatient.
"So, what are we doing out here?" I ask them, while tilting my head slightly.
"Well, we are here to wait for a witch," Rebekah states, while I see Jayla roll her eyes.
"A witch?" I ask, and she gestures behind me and I see Sophie approaching us and I could feel an eye roll of my own coming on.
"Oh, so glad you could make it. Elijah only lies daggered and rotting whilst you dilly-dally," Jayla states sarcastically to the witch.
"You're lucky I came at all. What do you want?" Sophie asks us rudely, which I narrowed my eyes to slits at and glared slightly at her "I'd watch you tongue if I were you, witch. Wouldn't want it to land you in trouble, now would we?" I bark at her, as she cowers slightly, because even if the witch wouldn't admit it aloud. I knew that she knew that I was stronger than her.
"Hayley was attacked last night by Marcel's crew, because somebody told him there was a werewolf in the Quarter. She only made one stop. Whoever saw her here ratted her out. Watch and learn," Rebekah then says, before either Sophie or I could say anything more, but I did spy her sending me a a proud smirk, before she strutted into the shop with Sophie not far behind her. I was about to follow them when I feel a grip on my elbow and look and see Jayla holding me back while I look at her questionably.
"I'm sorry for earlier today and it was way out of character for me to question you on your relationship with Klaus and it was wrong of me to do so. And, God, I'm so bad at apologies, but I'm sorry for earlier. It's just that...how can two people who have spent so long together just not be together?" she asks me, and I sigh slightly, but answer anyway.
"I don't know honestly, I guess just thinking about being with someone who has been there since the beginning, it just seems strange to feel that way," I tell her, while taking a seat on a park bench that was close to the store.
"And, does he feel the same way?" Jayla asks me, while peering over at the side of my face, as I turn my head to face her.
"I think so. I hope so," I tell her, but for some reason there was a tiny voice in the back of my head that was saying I was lying, but I shut it out.
"Why?" she asks me again.
"Because I have this curse placed upon myself that gives every single person who's close to me to become one thing. Leverage."
"Leverage?"
"Everyone wants a piece of the Mockingjay. I've had people go to war over me, men lusting after the idea of having a creature with enhanced abilities, the rarest thing on earth and because of that the people who are closest to me are normally the ones who are always in danger of being used as leverage against me. That's the misfortune of being the Mockingjay, sure you get immortality and strength, but you lose the one thing that is normally found so easily. Love…" I tell her, but pause in order to regain some composure "…And instead of love you get the knowledge that everyday someone may be out to seek your head at the end of a pike," I tell her, and quickly wipe my tears and scoff at myself for my petty reasons for being upset, and I see her open her mouth to speak again, but was cut off by the sound of something breaking and, without another word, I got up and made my way to the store.
Once I had gotten into the store, my eyes had widened slightly at what I was seeing, on the remnant's of a broken table was an African-American girl, who was being pinned down by Rebekah with the heel of her shoe on her neck.
"What's this?" I then ask her, after a few moments of silence, and feel Jayla's presence soon join me.
"Well, dear Katie here was just about to tell us who she told that she was selling wolfsbane to Hayley and I was merely inquiring who she told, because apparently she's fallen in love with a vampire," she tells me, and I nod and smirk slightly to myself.
"Well then, who would be your vampire Romeo?" I ask the witch, and see her release a breath of fresh air from having Rebekah stop pressing her heel into her throat, and she her closes her eyes for a moment, before she snaps them open again, while I patiently await her answer "Thierry Vanchure."
"Well, that's that then. I'll go tell Klaus," I say, and without another word, I leave the shop, feeling eyes piercing my back as I go. When I step outside, I feel the muggy, yet soothing, New Orleans breeze flooding me, slightly rustling my long tresses of hair and take a moment to relish in it, before fishing out my phone.
"Hey," I greet him, when he picks up.
"Hey. Now, not that it's not a pleasure to here your beautiful voice, love, but what brings you calling me?" he asks, and I roll my eyes at his flirtatious attitude.
"First of all Niklaus, I thought you would have realised by now that your flattery does not work on me at all," I tease him, a grin on my lips, and hear him chuckle over the line, and I can just imagine the smirk on his lips.
"Well, you can't blame a man for trying can you?" he asks me, while I simply just shake my head, even though I know that he could not see me.
"Yes," I answer his rhetorical question, and hear him chuckle again.
"And secondly I am calling to tell you. You were right about the traitor. Luckily, she's just a kid and she doesn't know anything about us and what we're up to. Do you want to hear the part that's gonna please you the most?" I tell him with a grin on my face.
"Oh, do tell!" Klaus says, sounding awfully chipper at the news.
"She's in love with someone in Marcel's inner circle. Guess who it is?" I ask him, hinting at Thierry.
"Right-hand-man type, favors silly caps?" Klaus asks, and I can tell from his tone that he was pleased.
"Two points for you. Thierry is fraternizing with the enemy," I say, stating the obvious.
"Well, that means he just unwillingly became the key to our entire plan," Klaus replies to me.
"I told you you'd be pleased," I smirk to myself.
"Oh, to be young and in love in a city where witches and vampires are at war. How very tragic," Klaus states, and I can practically hear the smirk in his voice. Quickly after that we exchange goodbyes and hang up.
Right now, Jayla, Klaus, Rebekah and I were trying to convince Sophie to try and find out where Elijah was. Well, Jayla, Rebekah and I were. Klaus was more interested in where Davina was.
"Are you out of your mind? No way," Sophie exclaims incredulously, while I simply just roll my eyes.
"It's very simple; we need you to perform a teeny, tiny locator spell to help us find our brother," Rebekah explains.
"Witches who practice magic in this town get caught, and then they get killed," Sophie scoffs out.
"Yes, about that. It seems you left out a crucial detail when we made our deal-Marcel's secret weapon, the way he knows when a witch is using magic..." Klaus starts, and trails off, only for Rebekah to continue for him "…Girl about yea high, cute as a button, anger issues?" Rebekah says with a raised brow, and I watch as Sophie's face becomes shocked, when she realises who we're talking about.
"Davina? Where have you seen her?" Sophie says, and I see her gaze flickering around the room before resting on me, probably knowing that because I had spent the most time with Marcel, because of my captivity, that I would be the one most likely to be able to get the witches some information, but as far as I was concerned witches were nothing, but a bunch of backstabbing lunatics.
"We don't know. The little brat erased our memories right after she threw us out a window with her bloody mind," Jayla snaps at the witch, and I see the slight anger and annoyance in her eyes, and I see Sophie narrow her eyes at Jayla, who just glares over at her.
"Let me cut to the chase. Davina has Elijah. You witches, I assume, want to get Davina away from Marcel. We don't know where she is. Ergo, we need magic," Klaus says, as if the solution was obvious.
"Davina would sense it," Sophie states.
"Unless, of course, another witch —say, a traitor to the cause, Katie for example— was to perform much more powerful magic at the same time. That would create a smokescreen, concealing your very small spell from Davina," Rebekah states, while I didn't dare to try and intervene, because I had already been aware of this part of the plan. I knew that this may have seemed heartless and cold, but I had been around long enough to know when a war was brewing and it seemed like that was exactly what was happening. And, you can't win a war without sacrificing a few lives in the process. It was something I had learnt the hard way, that you can't survive a war without losing a number of lives in the process, but that also didn't mean that I was exactly thrilled about it either.
"Katie doesn't deserve to die," Sophie then softly murmurs back to Klaus, and just like that, the hybrid's simmering temper broke through the surface, as Klaus angrily slams his hands on the table and stands up to face her, whilst I was just patiently watching whatever would happen next.
"Sophie Deveraux! You're in no position to be so principled. You can't win a war without a few strategic losses, no matter how regrettable they may be. How many times have the vampires been one step ahead, known something they shouldn't? Your sister, executed in the public square for practicing magic - who knew she'd be caught? Did she even attempt to flee?"
"She was caught hiding in a cargo hold of a freighter before it set sail down the Mississippi," Sophie states, stunned by the new revelation.
"And who, pray tell, of Marcel's valued inner circle manages his business at the docks?" Klaus continues to taunt her, while I release a small sigh, quickly realising who the culprit was.
"Katie's boyfriend, Thierry."
3rd Person POV
Soon following how the two Originals, the she-wolf and the dark-haired beauty were able to convince Sophie of Katie's guilt and how she was the culprit for Jane-Anne being caught by Marcel and his vampires, but currently, both Rebekah and Jayla were now sitting on two stools by the bar in Rousseaus. Both girls making idle chit-chat with Cami, who was busily wiping a number of tables as she works, because while they had both devised a plan with Klaus and Clary, they had also secretly devised their own secret little plan, one that did not include the hybrid duo.
"And, so then, I moved back here to be closer to my brothers, because, let's face it, family's important. Right, Camille?" Rebekah asks Cami, a bright smile on her lips.
"Cami. I have to change this name tag - drunk guys keep hitting on me in French," Cami states with breathy laugh escaping her lips, and pauses and looks between the two for a moment with curiosity in her gaze "You sure you two haven't been in here before? Your faces looks so familiar," Cami says, while the girl's share a knowing look and they both remember when they were gate crashing Cami and Marcel's date and, in a moment of anger, Jayla had grabbed her neck in a choke-hold, before Marcel compelled her to forget anything ever happened. Rebekah then quickly snaps herself out of her memories and shrugs at the bartender, while Jayla plasters a reassuring smile on her pink lips.
"You must have seen us out and about. Aren't you dating Marcel Gerard? He's a pal of mine...sort of. I heard he had a crush on the blonde bartender at Rousseau's," Rebekah then asks her with a smirk on her face, and even though Rebekah would never admit it, Jayla knew that Rebekah was jealous and still harboured some lost love for Marcel.
"I would hardly call it dating. He's wooing me...sort of. I don't know. I mean, he's very charming, which probably means I should run for the hills," Cami says with a short laugh towards the end.
"I'm kind of in an on-again/off-again thing myself at the moment," Rebekah states with a slight smirk, thinking about the quarterback that she had a crush on back in Mystic Falls.
"Those are the worst, aren't they? The ones you can't shake, even though you know better, and you always know better?"
"I like you, Cami. Most girls have the unfortunate tendency of being whiny little twits," Jayla states, causing an unsure look to come across Cami's face.
"Thanks... I think," Cami says, while smiling slightly at the two.
"Hey, we're supposed to go to this posh charity thing thrown by this philanthropist tonight. He's a bit of a Gatsby, throws a mean party. Any interest?" Jayla asks her, while a small smirk spreads across her features, getting down to the real reason why both she and Rebekah had actually came, whilst Cami smiles back at both girls, giving a nonchalant shrug, much to the delight of both of the young women, with Jayla giving the blonde a pleased grin "Fantastic."
Clarity POV
I was rooting through my wardrobe, curious as to what to wear tonight, when I spot something that caught my interest and before I could take a closer look at it, my phone starts to ring on my bedside table and I go over and check the caller ID and see it's Cami.
"Hey, Cami what's up?" I greet over the line, a smile on my face.
"Hey. Yeah, I just wanted to see if you were free tonight," she tells me, while I furrow my eyebrows.
"Well, actually, no, I'm going to this charity benefit thingy tonight, why did you need something?" I ask her, while rolling my eyes when I say "charity event."
"Actually yeah, I'm, um, going to the same thing and I was wondering if you could help me with picking out some clothes," she asks me, and I start to frown slightly, feeling concerned about Cami being in a room filled with hungry blood lusty vampires.
"Are you sure that you are going? I mean, we can take rain check and order pizza and braid each other's hair," I say sarcastically, but I still have the concern in my voice.
"No, I'm okay, so can you help me out. I'm not exactly cut out for this sort of thing," she tells me, and I can hear the excitement in her voice for the night.
"Hmm, clothes and girl bonding time, sounds like a plan. I'll be there in 10," I tell her, feeling a grin spread it's way across my face.
"Alright, see you then, bye."
"Bye," I respond, before I grab the dress from my wardrobe and throw it into a bag along with some heels and makeup and hair accessories before I shout out a quick "bye" to Hayley, and I see her looking slightly saddened that I was leaving once again, but I promised that I would be home soon. And with that, I hopped into my car and put my bag of clothes into the back seat and drove away.
After hours of playing dress up, I had finally came to the decision of what Cami was going to wear. It was a long, white vintage dress with a pair of angel wings. While her hair was in a intricate braid. I was very impressed with myself, considering if I do say so myself, she looked absolutely breathtaking.
I, on the other hand was quite the opposite, while Cami was dressed elegantly in white, I was dressed in a floor length black and white tulle gown and a non visible pair of black stilettos and my hair was laying in glossy waves that cascaded down over my shoulder and I had a black mask that covered my face, while my makeup was done in dark colours, complimenting the dress.
As of right now, Cami and me were walking, arm in arm, into the Compound. I was keeping a close eye on Cami, considering that there was way too many vampires here and I didn't want to see her harmed. I could hear Cami's heartbeat start to beat more erratically and I gave her arm a reassuring squeeze and see her look over at my direction, and I smile at her and see her nod, as if trying to calm her own nerves. We walked into the Compound, where two vampires, dressed in suits, opened the doors for us and I see them eyeing Cami as if she were some meal, while I glared at them with enough fire to send an army of men going screaming home, which thankfully made them back off.
The room was filled with acrobats, dancers and dark colours decorating the courtyard. I then spot Klaus, Rebekah and Jayla dressed in suits and dresses. I watch as Klaus whispers something into Rebekah's ear, but it was inaudible to me because of the loud, booming music as I see Rebekah mutter something back into his ear, before she drags Jayla over to us.
"Clary, Cami. Don't you girls look stunning?" Rebekah asks us, while I smile and Cami nods her head.
"Yeah, Clary helped me pick an outfit for this, but I think that it's a bit too much myself," Cami says to them, but I wasn't paying attention to them and could feel eyes on our small group and scan around the packed room, until I scan up onto the banister, where I notice that Marcel had his eyes glued to Cami and, almost as if he had sensed my gaze, his eyes found mine and he gives me a look of what I could tell was appreciation and I gave him a small grin. Even though I was angry with him for taking away twenty years of my life, I was willing to forgive him, but that didn't necessarily mean that I was willing to forget.
I then remove my gaze from Marcel and zone back into the conversation "Nonsense, love, you look breathtaking," I tell her, and see her smile back at me.
"You look stunning as well, Clary," Jayla then says, and I smile back at her and smile.
"You too, I can practically see all the men in the room drooling at the sight of you two," I compliment, and see a smirk grow on her face, but before she could make another comment, Klaus decided to make an appearance.
"Is this the infamous on again/off again?" Cami then asks, while I was both amused, yet somewhat curious and knew that it had shown up on my features.
"No, he's the brother actually, but my sister and Jayla are quite right, you two do look stunning," Klaus smirks at us, but his gaze remained solely on me as I smile a small smile at the comment, determined to not let his harmless flirtations cause any large reactions on my facial features.
"Well, you four chit-chat I need booze," Rebekah says, before strutting away from us, while I look over towards Klaus to see that his attention hadn't removed from my face.
"Hey, Cami do you want to go check out the rest of the party?" Jayla then asks, while throwing a smirk my way, as she passes me with Cami in tow.
"No, sexual tension there, huh?" Jayla whispers into my ear with the smirk still in tact, as she brushes past me, while I close my eyes briefly, before snapping them both open, hoping against hope that Klaus didn't overhear Jayla's little side comment.
"What was that about?" Klaus then asks me, and I shake my head, while I was mentally sighing in relief, not knowing how to explain "that."
"Nothing," I say, and shake my head and see him nod, before he holds out his hand for me.
"Shall we?" he then asks me, while I let a grin spread onto my lips, as I nod and link my arm into the crook of his, as we go into the centre of the dance floor. Once we were there, he places one of his hands on my waist and the other laced itself with my fingers, while smiling softly at me, but for some reason something seemed off about the way he was looking at me.
"What's wrong?" I then ask him, after a moment of relatively peaceful silence and just the pair of us swaying to the soft lullaby that the music had transformed into, when I hear him release a light sigh, as I keep a close eye on his facial expression, when I see his eyes have a hint of concern in his eyes.
"You're worried about me," I then realise, and couldn't stop the sigh that was flowing out of my lips.
"Look Clary, I know you. And I know you don't like for innocent blood to be spilt and tonight I have a feeling that that's exactly what's going to happen and I just need you to promise me that you won't get in the middle of anything," Klaus urges me, his grip on my hand tightening as I nod my head.
"I promise I won't do anything, besides I won't be here," I state, and feel his body tense up and his eyes fill with both anger and worry, considering the last time I had left Klaus. I was kidnapped, forced to use my power against my own people and was forced to stay within the vicinity of the French Quarter.
"Where are you going?" he asks me, and although he was asking me this calmly, I could still sense the well hidden anger in his voice as he spins me around.
"Relax. I'm just going to be going with Rebekah and Jayla to the Cemetery to keep an eye on the witch," I tell him, as he pulls me back into his chest with extra force that I stumble slightly, as I try to pull away, considering we almost looked as if we were some sort of couple, but I find it next to impossible to do so and I finally relent, but not before fixing him with a reprimanding look.
"Clary, you promised me that you wouldn't try and prevent anyone from getting hurt," Klaus then states angrily.
"And I won't. I'm just going to be there with them, in case something happens before the spell is completed and if it isn't I will take over," I tell him, not understanding why he was acting this way.
"Do you remember why you couldn't find Elijah in the first place?" Klaus then asks me, sounding unusually calm.
"Yes, of course I remember, but I can get through this. I'm strong enough, I can do it. You have nothing to worry about, I promise," I tell him confidently, trying to ease his mind and make him see that I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself.
"You will not be helping Sophie Devereux if the witch dies before the plan has been carried out. I hope I'm making myself clear, Clarity?" he says, while I narrow my eyes at him, always having hated being told what to do.
"I will not be dictated by the likes of you or anyone else, and it just proves how well you know me if you thought otherwise," I growl, and rip myself out of his grip and storm out of the Compound and start to walk towards the Cemetery, when I spot a wolf that was staring straight at me and I glance around, only to see the streets are empty of anything, but he continues to look at me for a few more moments, before darting off into the night when I feel a presence come beside me.
"You know he just wants to protect you," Jayla then states, while trying to lighten my mood.
"That's not his choice to make, Jay. I'm not some little girl who needs to be locked up in a tower and needs protection and the fact that he thinks I do, just proves how little he knows me," I tell her and see her sigh, but doesn't make another sound as we make our way towards the Cemetery.
As we find our way around the maze of tombs, we come across Sophie and Rebekah, who was on the phone, but hangs up just as we arrive.
"You're doing the right thing. It's the only way to find Elijah," Rebekah then assures her, and I took notice that the witch was slightly nervous and was probably shameful for manipulating her fellow witch.
"I'm doing what I have to do," Sophie then states, ignoring Rebekah's previous statement, before starting to chant the incantation, while we watch as the dark sand moves across the map, when suddenly she stops muttering and the sand stops moving.
"What is it?" I ask her curiously.
"Katie's magic stopped working," she states, and I tug the map over in my direction and see Sophie look at me in confusion, while I just nod my head, telling her that I was going to do it for myself. I release a breath and open my mouth to speak the incantation, when Jayla stops me.
"What are you doing?" she then asks me worriedly.
"Someone has to find Elijah, and considering that the witch is dead. Time to execute Plan B," I say, and start the incantation again when I hear a voice say "I'm sorry, Clary," before my entire vision was clouded over with darkness.
3rd Person POV
Klaus was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, while he waited for Clary to awake after he had ordered Rebekah to snap her neck had she tried to continue on with the spell. He was seething with anger, knowing that not only had she deliberately disobeyed him, but she was willing to pay with it by harming herself and that alone had him shaking with fury.
He looked over at her face, when he heard her irregular heartbeat start to pick up it's pace and looked over to see her awaken with a gasp and her hand raised to her neck.
"What the hell happened?" Clary hisses out, her anger at it's peak because her guess was that the spell had not been completed and that their plan had failed.
"Well, hello to you too, Clary," Klaus snaps, ready to unleash his anger at what she had put him through "And the answer to your question about what happened well, after you tried to locate Elijah, Rebekah snapped your neck under my commands, of course," Klaus informs her, causing a fire to blaze in her eyes.
"You ordered Rebekah to snap my neck?!" Clary flares at him, her eyes beginning to glow, an amber/golden colour.
"Now, love, you can't exactly be angry now, considering that I did warn you not to do anything, but you forced my hand in the matter. Desperate times calls for desperate measures," Klaus states, trying to justify his actions, while Clary scoffs at his attempts and the truth was Klaus wasn't sorry, not when he had prevented her from doing something foolish.
"That gave you no right to decide what was best for me that decision falls with me," Clary tells him strongly.
"So, it's a crime to want to protect you?" Klaus asks her sarcastically.
"Yes, if I can do something for what we are trying to achieve. I expect you to at least allow me the opportunity to try and do something about it without you being obsessed with protecting me," Clary says and a smile comes across his face, but it wasn't like how it normally was this one was bitter-filled and filled with malice.
"Well, sorry to disappoint you, love. But, this is who I am, the paranoid bastard who is obsessed with protecting you, but I am obsessed with protecting you and I will be damned if it goes any other way!" Klaus growls at Clary, who merely scoffs to herself and shakes her head at him and turns away from Klaus, as Klaus scowls to himself and glares at her, but knowing that this could turn into something, one of them would surely regret and before either could say another word, the hybrid had sped from the room, leaving only the slight breeze as any indication that he had been there in the first place.