Not long after, Uncle Elijah and I found Dad, drinking from a bottle. "Have I not made clear my desire to be left alone?" Dad asked, without turning to look at us. Uncle Elijah put his hand in front of me, telling me to stay at this spot.

"Oh, you demand to be left alone at least once a decade. Your words have ceased to have impact," Uncle Elijah said as he took only a few steps forward.

Dad throw the bottle against the floor and it shattered as I jumped. Dad turned around, "Why must you keep harping on about the baby?" He asked. "That child will never be born. In fact, Hayley is probably dead already."

Uncle Elijah vampire-speed up to Dad and hold him against the wall and I jumped, "You will not walk away from this," Uncle Elijah said. Dad was about to get away from Uncle Elijah's grip but then he hold his hand around Dad's throat.

"Let. Me. Go," Dad demanded, angry. "I WILL NOT!" Uncle Elijah yelled and he throw Dad against the floor, where their was a few tables from woods, then Uncle Elijah heave him up again, not letting off of him.

"Don't make me say it again," Dad said. "I will not let go. I will never let go," Uncle Elijah said. Dad grabbed Uncle Elijah and hurls him against an iron rod fence. I was about to ran over but Uncle Elijah stopped me, "Stay there!" He ordered and I stayed still.

I was afraid.

Uncle Elijah stood up fast and took one of the iron rods. Then he walked towards Klaus, holding the rod in his hand as he said, "Even if I have to spend eternity saving you from your own stubborn, petulant, vile self . . ."

He vampire-speed up and hit Dad with the iron rod. "If I have to beat you as father used to beat you, to remind you of your own humanity -" He hit Dad again. "- To care about anything . . ."

He tried to hit Dad again, but this time Dad was faster. He grabbed the iron rod and now he was the one hitting his brother. Dad hurls Uncle Elijah a few meters back, where he fall on the ground and stayed down. Dad breathed heavily. He let the iron rod fall to the ground and walked a few steps towards Uncle Elijah, who was still lying on the ground.

"You're beyond pathetic, Elijah," Dad said. "Well who is more pathetic? The one who sees hope to make his family whole, or the coward who only see the world through his own fear?" Uncle Elijah asked.

"I haven't cared about anything for centuries. Why on earth do you?" Dad asked and I frowned. "Because of your daughter," Uncle Elijah said, looking at me. Dad turned to the side to look at me.

Tears fell down my face and his eyes soften. "Because I failed you," Uncle Elijah said and Dad looked back at him, "Because the first time our father laid a hand on you, I should have struck him dead. I made a promise to you: always, forever, family above all."

Klaus looked at him for a moment before looking back at me. We looked at each other for a moment before he looked back at Uncle Elijah. Dad hold his hand to his brother. Uncle Elijah took Dad's hand and stood up.

"You are a sentimental fool," Dad said. "Perhaps. But I've lasted this long in spite of it, haven't I?" Uncle Elijah said. Then he walked over to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me with him and leaving Dad there, thinking.

Uncle Elijah and I walked down the street. "Is he always like this?" I asked. "Well, he's doing what he does; given a chance at happiness, Klaus runs in the opposite direction," He said.

"Then let him run. That child, if it's even his, is better off without him. I wonder if I would've been," I said and stopped when Uncle Elijah stopped in front of me.

"He's not better off without that child or without you, Dawn, and neither are your Aunt and I," He said. I shook my head and looked away, holding back the tears, "Your brother rarely brings you and Aunt Rebekah anything but pain," I said and looked back at him, "At what point in your immortal life will you stop searching for his redemption?"

Uncle Elijah wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we continued walking. "I'll stop searching for his redemption when I believe there is none left to be found," He replied.

We walked down a deserted street and stopped when we spotted Dad sitting on a bench. "Let me talk with him," Uncle Elijah said and I nodded. He walked towards Dad and I watched.

I watched as they were talking. Sometimes they glanced at my direction and I knew they were talking about me and the baby. Dad's eyes met mine and we stared at each other for a long moment before he broke the eye contact and looked at Uncle Elijah, telling him something that made him nod.

They both got up and walked towards me. "What's going on now?" I asked. Uncle Elijah nodded to me, "Let's go get Hayley."

...

Dad, Uncle Elijah and I brought Hayley to a huge, white house, that my Dad told me the history of the place. Uncle Elijah and I walked into a room, where we saw Hayley coughing. "Hayley, are you okay?" I asked as she looked up at us.

"Yeah, just dust. This place is ancient," She replied. "Yes, it should serve our purposes," Uncle Elijah said as I walked over and stood beside her. He walked over, "It's a sanctuary from our business in the Quarter."

"I'm curious . . . In all this time, has anyone asked you how you feel?" I asked. "About having a miracle baby with a psychotic one-night-stand?" Hayley asked. "About being a mother," I said, hoping she will open up to us.

She looked at me for a moment then at my Uncle before looking back at me, "I - I was abandoned when I was born and my adoptive parents kicked me out the second that I turned into a wolf. So . . . I don't really know how I feel about being a mother because I . . . I never really had a good one."

I looked away and sighed sadly, "I've been there," I admitted and looked back at her, "I never met my Mom. She dead after she gave birth to me. And . . ." I looked at Uncle Elijah, "Can I tell her?" He nodded so I turned back to Hayley, "Klaus is my biological father that I just met three weeks ago."

"Oh." That was the only thing Hayley said. I nodded, "Yep." I looked away for a moment before looking back at her, "I'm glad you're here, though," She said with a smile. I smiled back as she wrapped her arm around my shoulder.

"I will always protect you both. You have my word on that," Uncle Elijah said. I smiled and kissed my Uncle's cheek, making him smile.

"And noble Elijah always keeps his word," Dad said and we saw him leaning against the wall. "Is it done?" Uncle Elijah asked him.

"As a matter of fact, yes. Your underhanded deal worked quite well. Marcel was only too happy to accept my blood even as he accepted my heartfelt apologies. His man, Thierry, yet lives and I remain a welcome guest in the French Quarter," Dad said and he walked over, "My only concern now is this coven of impudent witches."

"I believe them to be honorable. They did release Hayley to us," Uncle Elijah said. "Although, they haven't been entirely forthcoming."

I frowned, "Marcel obviously has something that they need," I informed, making my Dad and Uncle to look at me. "They don't want him dead. There must be a reason why."