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"Give up brother" exclaimed Kol, trying to hide his tire. He had been death for more than a year and now he was back, and fighting after 3 seconds of his reborn. It wasn't a good thing to do, and less smarter. Although, his pride, was pushing him to win that battle. It wasn't Klaus' fault, of course, but he didn't do anything in front of that, so, it could be said, it actually was his fault. Kol didn't want to admit it, but he won that dagger in his heart. He had burn in painful flames, catching fire, and now he was back...for revenge. There was a question in his mind: who had raised him up? The smart idea of those witches maybe could turn to be the worst. Elijah seemed very busy killing them off, so something had happened. Family above all had Kol heard say from Elijah's lips more than once. And he was okay with him, not with Klaus. He gave up, ignoring Klaus' fury, and went towards the next witch.

In a minute, they were all fading away with the blood splatters on every single, insignificant graves of the cemetery. "It's good to see you again, Elijah" replied Kol with his usual sarcasm but honesty in his voice. Elijah smiled in return. "So, they did rise me up...why?" asked Kol to anybody. Hayley wasn't shocked that Elijah's evil brother had returned, it was more like a disaster. Why were the witches rising up so many death people involving their family? There was something that didn't rule well there. "You came here to finish something...Do it!" screamed Klaus, still with anger in his veins. Kol knew all over the years that Klaus always wanted to feel the king pronuncing his triumph with a death or two, but that wouldn't happen as he thought. "You didn't kill me, and although you should need a dagger behind your back, or maybe two, I haven't returned here to waste my time." so he left with the team formed with Rebekah, Elijah and Hayley.

"I'm gonna find that baby" announced Klaus, somehow during their dinner. Anyone really said anything. They're stomaches were empty, but not of food. Not even blood-hunger was written in the Mikaelson's eyes. Kol had been updated with everything that happened during their "stay" there in New Orleans. Although having none sympathy towards Hayley or the new born, he had claimed to want to be part of the plan. "I'm coming" said Hayley. "You're staying, little wolf". Does he think I'm twelve or what? "I'm

a werewolf, and a grown woman. Not even pregnant, how can't I come with you?!" she replied furiously. Klaus was being quite sexist. "I'm not saying it because you're the girl, or the werewolf...It's because you're the weak" Wow. That was cheap shot. "Do you really believe that I'm staying here without knowing anything about my baby. MY baby? I think you're absolutely stupid if you think I'm going to do that.". "Actually you'll need help for that. And Elijah has offered to stay here, meanwhile I'm leaving with Rebekah" Rebekah smiled from the other side of the table, but in her eyes there was an apology. Too pridely, she ignored that, and frustrated she stood up. "This is unfair. It may be our baby, but it's MY baby. You don't even care about him" another cheap shot. Klaus didn't look pleased with that answer so he got serious and, with a thud tone, he talked. "You're staying here, and Elijah can be your nanny during the 24 hours of the day. You choose: a supernanny every minute pendant of you, or you promise you'll be mature enough to not escape? It's up to you, werewolfie". Hayley didn't know what to do, they were putting her so down she was almost on the floor. "Hayley, you have to understand that both you and me care about too much for the baby, and everything that's put in front of us can be used as a weapon. Our eager to find him makes us weak. I've decided to stay to protect the house". Not the house for sure finally her normal voice replied to her in her mind. "Alright" Klaus sighed in relief. It was so insulting.

12:00 PM. Rebekah and Klaus had left three hours before. Sophie Deveraux had left town for some days (for personal issues her boss said in the restaurant), so they were tracking her down. She had to have the baby for sure.

"What are you reading?" asked Elijah. They were side to side in the sofa, so the fireplace was set in front of them, burning with high flames. The warm touch of every spark was so family heartfelt. Her breathe increased when she heard that voice besides her. "Nothing." This is the time. "Look, Elijah...I didn't mean to harm you or even..." he looked so annoyed, but she needed to apologize. "Why is It that you're so stubborn with apologizing when you know it hadn't been your fault?!" she was quite close to him, but distance wasn't a problem for neither of them. "Because I never wanted to hurt you, and what I did to you...". "I've been hurt before, and you aren't the first..." he was feeling too ashamed to be about to say it that he stopped, but Hayley already got the phrase. "No, you haven't. I talked to your sister, and even though I was kind of charmed by those moments, I had never seen her so mad at anyone. I'm sorry Elijah". "I won't listen to you if you repeat that again". "I'm sorry" that felt honest, but funny. Elijah took the dare

and pretended not to listen to her. He looks so cute.The yellow neon lights of the fire were glowing so bright that every color defined Elijah's face better, even than Hayley's point of view. And she had learned that face by memory. "Okay. You get to over it. Those...witches came after you, and I won't blame that they did a great job". "I can't, just, forget it...". "I've already done, just in case you haven't already saw it". It seemed so stupid to let those air particles fly between them when there were only ten centimetres separating each other from the other one. Just when their lips were about to touch, a heavy sensation passed through Hayley's chest and...