Author's Note: So this chapter has a Kol/Davina and Klaus/Cami moment. It's probably the chapter I enjoyed writing the most thus far. As always, I appreciate those of you who have kept reading, otherwise I might have lost the motivation to keep writing this story. And reviews are also always welcome, be they positive or negative.

Outside of Marcel's Loft...

Kol ran his fingers, clearly agitated. It wasn't like he expected anything to ever change when it came to his siblings, especially where his older brother Elijah was concerned. Kol always felt that Elijah judged him, saw him as the most monstrous of their family. Is there no end to your vile imagination brother? The question Elijah asked when Kol compelled a Shakespearean play for Marcel when he was just a boy, complete with real deaths and everything. Elijah thought he was a depraved beast, a troublemaker that was never going to change. It was both frustrating and discouraging.

It wasn't like Elijah had never wronged him either. Elijah assisted Klaus in daggering him on more than a couple of occasions, which in Kol's eyes made him just as culpable. A part of him still wanted to dagger both of them to get even, have someone that they knew personally hold them down too. But he knew he wasn't going to do that. Klaus had a daughter now, which changed everything. As much as Kol still carried some resentment towards him, he didn't want to deprive his niece of her father, even if he hadn't met said niece yet. And as for Elijah, there were more important things to worry about than daggering his sibling right now. Like breaking a hex on the body he was currently trapped in.

Kol felt a small, delicate hand touch his back. A warm smile suddenly appeared on his face, knowing who the hand belonged to. "Everything okay love?" Kol asked without even turning to check that it was Davina.

"I was going to ask you the same question. Family drama much?"

"It was just a bit of a spat is all. Things have been tense on and off between Elijah and me since, well ever since we turned a thousand years ago. Bit of a long story really, no need to bore you with the details," Kol replied nonchalantly.

Davina reached for Kol's hand, and Kol finally turned around to face her. "You don't bore me Kol."

Kol decided to hold Davina's hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze. "I appreciate, that you care for me Davina Claire."

"I do."

Kol looked at Davina for a moment, searching every inch of her eyes with his, knowing what she said was true. "Okay. Let's not worry about my family today alright? If Rebekah wants me, she knows how to reach me. Today, let's worry about breaking this hex. So if something happens to me while I'm in this body, I don't get whisked off to never ever land."

Davina giggled as Kol leaned in to kiss her. He was always more at peace with himself whenever he was around her, as confusing as it was. Never in a thousand years didn't he think he would find himself coming to care for a seventeen year old girl.

Lafayette Cemetery, the Lyonne Tomb...

Finn and Freya were now inside the Lyonne Tomb, which was relatively small on the inside, barely lit, and smelled something awful. Finn was carrying a clean white sheet in his arms, which he was gripping tightly. On the floor of the tomb was a white circle that looked as though it was drawn with chalk. Inside the circle were two bodies, laying side by side, each with a special marking on their forehead. One was their father Mikael, the other their mother, Esther. Or at least, the body their mother was in currently, the body of a witch turned vampire, Lenore Shaw, whom Esther was possessing.

Finn stepped inside the circle and approached his mother's body, which now looked dessicated, her veins pressed up against her skin, her eyes closed. Carefully, Finn covered his mother's body with the white sheet. He turned back to look at his sister Freya, a look of deep concern on his face.

"Our brothers probably have spies all over the place looking for us-"

Freya interrupted Finn before he could finish. "I won't be long, Finn. I promise."

"Freya... are you sure you want to do this?" Finn asked anxiously. Freya rolled her eyes at him. "This is not the man you remember," Finn finished, gesturing towards Mikael's perfectly still body.

Freya smiled weakly at her brother in response. "He is still my father. Our father. I might not be able to appeal to whatever humanity he has left. But I can try."

Finn nodded, understanding where his sister was coming from. Finn continued wrapping up his mother's body, scooping it up in his arms and leaving the tomb to give Freya a moment alone with their father.

Freya waited a minute before kneeling down next to her father's body, tenderly touching his face with her hand. He wasn't going to wake up without any magical interference first. Freya then traced the marking that Finn made on his forehead that allowed him to use Mikael as a battery of sorts. She hated seeing him like this. She didn't care if her father had become a monster during the thousand years they spent apart. She just wanted to speak with him again. She wanted so desperately to hear his voice, to feel his arms wrapped around her as he hugged her like he use to before Dahlia took her away. Freya let out a sigh, holding back tears in her eyes as she drew her hand away from her father, taking out a ceremonial knife from her coat pocket. "You won't be sleeping for much longer father," Freya said softly.

Inside Elijah's Loft...

Inside Elijah's new apartment, Gia sat on the couch, putting her violin back in its case while Elijah paced around in front of the couch, looking through a file full of papers. "Can't we just bring wine?" Gia complained. "Or coffeecake? Bundt cake? Any kind of cake?"

Elijah gave a small smile at Gia's remark, clearly finding it amusing. "From what I gather, Ms. LaRue was something of a musical prodigy in her youth. However, in her heart, is the music she loves the most-" Elijah paused, handing Gia several pieces of sheet music. "Beethoven's Sontata No. 9, Opus 47."

Gia glanced down at the sheets of music in her hands then looked back up at Elijah, unimpressed. "How about I bring my laptop, speakers, and a drumbeat?"

"I promise, your preformance is what will open the door for us. Understand, if this fails, the life of someone I care for deeply will be in jeopardy, and that will displease me immensely," Elijah turned towards the door and snapped his fingers. "Shall we move, please?"

Gia shook her head, confused. "No. We are very much not on the same page. Look, why don't you just make both our lives easier and just compel someone from the symphony?"

Elijah sighed. "My darling Gia, you are an artist far more gifted than anyone from any local symphony," he stated as though it were a fact.

Gia's mood lightened. She was genuinely touched by Elijah's compliment. "Unfortunately Ms. LaRue despises vampires, granted with good reason, but we need to show her that our community is comprised of a different breed," Elijah added, looking Gia over and giving her a wink. "With a new sophistication."

Gia smiled sarcastically. "Sophisticated, huh? I suppose you want me in a dress?"

Elijah smirked. "We should adapt to our audience, yes."

Gia rolled her eyes. "And you? Dark suit on the left side of your closet? Or-" Gia gasped in a mocking fashion. "Identical dark suit on the right?"

Grinning, Elijah replied, "I prefer the one in the middle, thank you so much."

Gia stood up off the couch and walked toward Elijah with a flirtatious smile on her face. "Man, if anyone ever needed a woman to mess his life up a bit.." Gia stopped, catching a slight frown on Elijah's face, realizing what she had just said. She scratched her head awkwardly. "Right. Uh, your girl actually went and-"

"She was never my girl," Elijah corrected in a polite tone. "Not really."

Gia nodded awkwardly. "Um, for what it's worth, I thought Marcel and I had a thing," she said, Elijah looking surprised by her admission. "But that didn't work out obviously," she continued, taking a deep breath, and then shrugging. "We might not be in the same boat, but it's the same ocean."

Gia got up to leave, and Elijah found himself watching as she left. She was beautiful, he could see that. And she wasn't married to some other guy, or the mother of his niece, unlike Hayley, who was both. And she was attracted to him, that much he could tell. There was nothing to stop him from pursuing her instead. Why didn't he? He now found himself asking that very question.

In the Mikaelson Compound...

Jackson and Aiden walked through the halls of the compound together, discussing Klaus and Hayley's assignment. "So, what are we now? Errand boys?" Aiden asked bitterly.

Jackson rolled his eyes. "I told you- Finn Mikaelson is powerful, not to mention smart. If we're going to find him we need numbers, strength and speed."

"Wait, Jackson. These new abilities of ours- people are already talking about what they can do individually. And they need to feel respected, not like cannon fodder! We're gonna lose good men and you know that!"

Jackson suddenly stopped walking, and so did Aiden. Jackson turned around to face Aiden, clearly annoyed. "We're not going to lose anybody if we stay alert! Hunt Finn down as a pack. Catch him off-guard. The sooner we find this freak, the sooner we can all relax," Jackson instructed, raising his voice. Aiden was conflicted, but nodded in agreement. "And Aiden? I appreciate your concern. But you're not the leader of the Crescents, I am. So why don't you let me worry about the pack?

Jackson then walked away, leaving Aiden alone in the hallway. As close as he was with Jackson, he couldn't help but feel that Jackson always looked down on him. In the way that Jackson looked down on everybody, as if he always felt entitled to be Alpha. Aiden knew he cared more about the wolves individually than what Jackson did. What he wanted them to do would involve many of their people dying, or at least getting injured, and for what? Jackson's plan would only end in making the wolves bitter and turning on their leader.

"Surprising how little he values your input," a voice from behind Aiden spoke. Aiden immediately recognized the voice as Klaus'. "Especially since it was you who led the wolves during his self imposed exile."

Klaus was now standing beside Aiden. Reluctantly, Aiden turned to face him. "What do you want, Klaus?"

Klaus flashed Aiden a wicked grin. "Merely to offer advice that may save the lives of good men. While my older brother Finn may not be entirely sane, he is quite clever. If you approach him en masse, he will see you coming, and he will destroy you en masse. Instead, be strategic," Klaus suggested. "Move quietly. I'll handle the rest."

Aiden gave Klaus a confused look. "What do you get out of this?"

"Can't I show a bit of kindness every now and then?" Klaus responded, only for Aiden to remain skeptical. "With me and Finn, it's personal. He came after my family, my daughter, and if anyone's going to end his wretched existence, it will be me."

Elsewhere in the Mikaelson Compound...

After leaving his conversation with Aiden, Klaus found himself returning to the balcony of the compound that oversaw the courtyard, waiting for someone to return with news of where Finn was, so he could finally do away with him. He contemplated several different ways of ending his brother's life, from ripping his throat out and turning him into a bloodless husk, to just simply tearing his still beating heart out of his chest. A part of him wanted to make Finn's death take as long as possible to prolong his suffering, it was only fair, god knows what he would have done if he got his hands on Hope.

"Hey," Cami said, interrupting Klaus' train of thought. He could tell her voice was coming from behind him. He turned around to face her, regarding her presence as a welcome distraction in times like this. "How goes it?"

"Well I have my best men on the job searching the city for my murderous brother Finn. You haven't seen him have you?" Klaus replied with a smirk on his face.

"I try and steer clear from the guy who, you know, spent months posing as my advisor, then threatened to kill me. Can't say I'll be sorry to see him put down. So, is Kol still-"

"My brother's fine, for now, thank you for asking," Klaus interrupted. "Davina helped, she made some sort of necklace to save his life. Perhaps the little witch isn't good for nothing after all."

"That's good," Cami said with a forced smile on her face. Klaus saw through it, then quickly studied her physical appearance; her hair was a little messy and her eyes told him she hadn't slept well lately.

"Are you okay, Camille?"

"Me? I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

Klaus shrugged. "Well if you don't mind me saying you don't look like someone who's fine."

Cami sighed, her fake smile breaking. "Just, hard time sleeping lately. Nothing to worry about."

"But I do, worry about you. And as you know I don't worry about a lot of people. I have a very small group of people I care about. That and you helped look after my daughter for a few days, you seemed to have helped Elijah, so I think it's fair to say I owe you one," Klaus flashed Cami a genuine smile as he spoke. "Is there anything I can do to help? When I have time of course, who knows how long it'll take to do away with Finn."

"I had a dream, or more like a nightmare, this morning, about my uncle. It seemed so real. He came to me in my bedroom, he was a vampire, he had blood all over his face, and he said, he said the Ancestors brought him back to life. And then he attacked me, he was going to kill me."

"It was only a dream," Klaus assured her. "If there is such a thing as finding peace in death..." he paused. "I'm sure Kieran of all people found it."

"Your mother resurrected Finn and Kol-"

"And my father," Klaus added, cutting Cami off. "If Kieran had been brought back too, we would have seen some trace of him by now in the French Quarter. He's moved on."

Cami seemed to find some comfort in Klaus' words, even if she had doubts in the back of her mind. "Thank you Klaus."

"You're welcome."