Davina shot upright in her bed in St. Anne's Church's attic as an overwhelming fear settled over her. She rushed over to her easel, grabbing the first piece of charcoal she found and fiercely scrawled on the canvas. The fear consumed her and she screamed, falling to the floor. Davina clutched her head, not understanding what was happening. "Marcel!" She screamed.
Klaus lifted his drink in front of him. "I dare say I've lost my touch," He considered for a second and added. "Or you've lost yours." Klaus smiled. Marcel laughed from across the table at the restaurant Rousseau's. A strange sound from Klaus' pocket made him gulp back his drink and set the empty glass on the table. He reached into the pocket and pulled out a small button. It was glowing slightly and once his fingers touched it, the sound stopped, but the glowing increased slowly.
"What's that?" Marcel asked him, taking a sip from his own drink.
"Nothing to worry about," Klaus said, clenching his hand with the button inside into fist. He stood after a moment. "Sorry, Marcel, I've got to run."
Marcel set down his drink. "Is everything okay?"
Klaus gave him a fake smile. "Of course, I just forgot about some business I need to take care of."
Marcel's eyebrow rose. "What kind of business?"
Klaus opened the door, but he said over his shoulder to Marcel. "A birthday."
Leiana walked at a steady pace through the New Orleans streets. Unlike in London, no one spared her a glance. It wasn't long before she saw him. Klaus was walking out of a restaurant, his hand clenched into a fist at his side. Leiana froze. He looked almost the same, the only difference being his clothing and his shorter hair. Klaus' eyes searched the crowd, but it didn't take long for him to spot her. He grinned, walking quickly over to her, but not strangely enough to raise attention to himself.
"Leiana," Klaus said when he reached her. "You're awake," Leiana nodded, almost crying, she embraced him. "Let's take you home." He said. Leiana pulled back, but didn't leave his side as they walked to the outskirts of town.
The place Klaus took Leiana to was an old plantation, the house being just as old. He held the door as Leiana entered. A familiar face rushed out of a room, into the foyer: Rebekah.
"What the hell?" She cried seeing Leiana.
Klaus' smile remained. "Rebekah, you remember Leiana."
Leiana smiled at Rebekah. "You look well, Rebekah. It's good to see you again."
A girl descended the staircase. "Who was at the door?" She asked.
Leiana's breath caught, her eyes widening as she stared at the girl. "You're Hayley, aren't you?" Leiana moved to hug the girl, but stopped herself.
Hayley crossed her arms over her chest. "Yes, and who are you?"
Leiana curtsied, but it was Klaus who answered Hayley's question. "Hayley, this is Leiana. Leiana, this is Hayley."
"It's nice to finally meet you." Leiana said.
Hayley hesitated. "You… too."
Leiana turned to Klaus. "Is Elijah here as well?"
Klaus faltered, sparing a glance to Rebekah, before his eyes came back to Leiana. "No, love, he isn't."
Leiana looked confused. "Why ever not?"
Rebekah glared at Klaus. "Niklaus gave him to Marcel."
Klaus scowled. "I had my reasons Rebekah."
Leiana thought for a moment before recognition took hold. "I would love to meet this Marcel."
Klaus smiled, knowing Leiana's thought. "Of course." Leiana left the house with Klaus.
