AN: I do not own TVD or TO

This chapter was getting really long. If I'd kept going it would have probably been nearly 11,000 words. Unlike previous chapters this one encompasses several days.

September 7, 2012

"Over the course of my life, I've encountered no shortage of those who would presume to speak of good and evil. Such terms mean nothing. People do what is in their best interest regardless of who gets hurt."

Klaus paced back and forth before the couch where Cami sat with his hands behind his back.

"Is it evil to take what one wants? To satisfy hunger, even if doing so will cause others suffering? What some call evil I believe to be the necessary response to a harsh and unfair world."

"No offense," Cami's eyes narrowed, "but I'm not sure I understand why you invited me out here." At first she had thought he was interested in her, but then she had seen the way he'd looked at a blond as she walked into a room down the hall.

"Because I enjoy your company," his head cocked to one side when he heard a warning growl down the hall, "and I sense that you have the capacity for understanding someone of my… complexity. You see I returned to New Orleans to investigate a threat posed against me. What I found was a young woman pregnant and in need of protection. My brother, always the do-gooder, tried to manipulate me into helping her… he seemed to think it would redeem me." He smirked and rocked back on his heels. "The trouble is I have since learned of another young woman – a girl really, one with vast potential – held in captivity by a tyrant. I want to help both of these young women – protect the one and free the other. So tell me Camille – does that sound evil to you?"

Cami took a deep breath and considered the set of his shoulders and the vulnerability he attempted to mask. "I don't believe in evil as a diagnoses," she ventured. "I think that you have unstable personal relationships, stress related paranoia, chronic anger issues, and fear of abandonment. I think you could benefit from talking to someone," she tilted her head and smirked, "professionally."

"I've been thinking that for years."

Klaus smiled at the voice Cami could not hear. He was not sure if she was eavesdropping because she was curious, or if it was because she was jealous. It was probably a combination of the two.

"I think I prefer to talk to you. So I'm going to offer you a job, as my stenographer." He led her towards a desk where he had set up an old fashioned typewriter.

"Alright," Cami eyed the equipment. Curiosity won out as she ran her fingers over the smooth metal. "What are we writing?"

"My memoirs, of course," Klaus shrugged as if it should have been obvious. "Someone should know my story, and it will give us some time to discuss other riveting subjects, like your handsome suitor, Marcel."

"My private life is none of your business," Cami's hands curled into fists as she crossed her arms.

"Your private life is essential to my plans," Klaus chuckled. "You see, Marcel wants you," he pointed to her, "and because of that he will trust you. That works out very well for me. The French Quarter is on the verge of war. On the one side there is me, on the other Marcel. Along with a powerful witch an army of vampires."

"What?" Cami shouted. She felt cold fear trickle down her spine as her eyes grew round.

Klaus sped across the room and pinned her to the wall just as the door was being pushed open. "You're frightened," his pupils dilated as he compelled her, "don't be."

Cami blinked as a strange sense of calm overcame her body. "I'm not afraid anymore. That's… that's amazing. How did you…?"

"It called compulsion. It's a neat little bit of vampire trickery." Klaus stepped back to give her some space. "I'll tell you all about it later, but first let's talk about Marcel."

September 9, 2012

Marcel leaned over the open coffin and traced the dark veins with his eyes. He shook his head and scoffed before turning to Davina.

"This sucker's resilient. He's like a cockroach in a suit."

He paused for a beat and watched Davina stare out the window. Her shoulders slumped forward as she watched the musicians rushing along the street below.

"Doesn't matter," Marcel slammed the coffin shut, "it's time to give ol' Elijah back to Klaus."

Davina spun on her heel and blocked the path to the door. "You asked me to find a way to figure out a way to kill the Originals. I'm not done yet!" She opened the coffin and tapped the dagger. "This hurts them, but that's all it does."

"Davina," Marcel leaned over and placed a hand on her shoulder, "we've been through this. Klaus saved my life, I owe him one and all he wants is his brother back so…"

Davina interrupted him. "Tonight is the annual Dauphine Street Music Festival. I wanna go." She tilted her head back and gave him her most pleading look. "Please?"

"Davina," Marcel shook his head. He motioned to the cluttered attic room covered in candles and canvas. "The whole point of you being up here is so you're never spotted out there," he nodded to the window. "You know who works smack dab in the middle of Dauphine Street? Sophie Devereux… pain-in-the-ass witch, and you know what they'll do to you if they find you."

"But you control the witches," Davina huffed. "Make her go away."

He shook his head.

"Marcel," Davina crossed her arms, "it's one night."

"I said 'no'." He spun and walked towards the door as if to leave. He had no intention of letting her out where the witches could harm her. He had no intention of letting his secret weapon out into the world where she could be used against him.

Davina stomped her foot. She might have been the most powerful witch in the city but she was still a teenager; a child really who had been forced to grow up too fast.

"I do anything you say," she cried, "but sometimes I think you forget what I'm capable of," her voice dropped dangerously. "Did you know I can make someone's blood boil? All I have to do is focus." Her eyes narrowed into slits as she focused her energy on Marcel.

He felt sweat break out across his brow as a fever spread through his body at lightning speed. He swallowed as his blood boiled in his veins.

"Fine," he sighed and smiled, "we'll compromise, all right?" He swallowed and exhaled when his body cooled. "You going out alone… too dangerous, but I will introduce you to a friend of mine who's going to be there. Nice lady, you two will really hit it off."

A wide smile spread across Davina's face as she bounced on the balls of her feet and wrapped her arms around his neck.

It had been three days since Marcel's party. Three days since he had been 'betrayed' by his dearest friend. Three days since Elena had finally broken down.

On the first day Elena had stayed inside at Freya's request. She had been far to rattled to try and sort through anything out in the city. Elena had spent the day with reading and playing little games with Miranda; she had gotten Kol to help her to try and get Miranda to take her first solo steps to no avail.

On the second and third day Elena started to develop a routine. The mornings were spent inside catching up on everything Freya had learned before coming to New Orleans and playing with Miranda. After her daughter woke up from her afternoon nap Elena fixed her a snack before setting out with the stroller in an attempt to find the street where her heart relaxed and she could focus on her other senses again.

That was where Elena found herself on the ninth of September. Bodies bustled up and down the sidewalks and through the streets. She counted an absurd amount of instrument cases as she sat at the outdoor patio with Miranda sitting in her lap. She cut up tiny pieces of chicken and broke the steamed vegetables into bite sized pieces; she blew on them before placing them on the small plate.

She lifted her eyes when a shadow passed over them.

"Hello," Elena tilted her head, "Cami, right?" She tightened her hold when Miranda tipped back to stare up at the blond.

"Yes," she nodded to the chair beside Elena, "may I join you for a moment?"

Elena blinked. She bounced Miranda on her knee and nodded slowly. "Sure?"

Cami slid into the chair. Her eyes darted from the small child in the brunette's lap to her guarded eyes. "I've figured it out."

"You figured what out?" Elena pulled Miranda's plate forwards. "Eat your chicken, baby." She looked up when Miranda reached for the white meat.

"How I know you," Cami leaned on the table and dropped her voice. "I've been wracking my brain for nearly three days trying to remember. I was having absolutely no luck but then I saw you here with her." She nodded to Miranda.

Elena flattened her hand protectively over her child's stomach and pulled her flush against her body. She relaxed marginally when Miranda let out a sharp cry. "Mama."

"What does my child have to do with how you know me?" Elena pulled out a wipe to clean Miranda's hands when she saw she was finished with her food. "I know for a fact you've never met her."

"I haven't," Cami dropped her gaze to the child, "but I did see a picture of her and you on this guy's phone. It might have been a week ago."

Miranda locked eyes with Cami. She stared at the new woman for a moment before deciding that she liked what she saw. She pulled Ella from the stroller beside Elena's knee and held her up to Cami.

"Why thank you very much," Cami smiled brightly and took the pink elephant. She kept her voice soft while bumping the soft toy against the baby. "It's funny because later that day he came back to the bar where I worked and told me that I was to forget everything I knew, which was next to nothing, about him and his family."

Elena held her breath while Cami explained and played with Miranda. "I'm hoping you can help me understand what happened because I did forget for several hours."

"Cami," Elena waited until she had the woman's attention. She debated the merits of using compulsion before ultimately deciding against it; she knew Cami was being compelled by Klaus and wooed by Marcel the last thing she needed was the further manipulation of her mind. "I'm going to ask you a very big favor. I need you to keep what you know about him and his connection to her a secret."

"Why is this such a big deal?" Cami let Miranda wrap her hand around two of her fingers. "And how did he make me forget?"

"There are people who would hurt my daughter in order to get to him," Elena explained quietly. "As for the how… it's a skill he and I share… I'd tell you more but it might frighten you. This is not the time or place for that kind of discussion," she bounced Miranda and bent to kiss her hair. "Please forget what you know Cami. I'd rather not make you, but I can."

Cami examined the fearful look in the other woman's gaze and the way her hands curled protectively around the child on her knee. "I won't say a word," she swore. "Perhaps another day… in another locale you might explain in greater detail."

"I think I can do that," Elena nodded. "This is Miranda, by the way."

"Hello Miranda," Cami shook the little girl's fingers, "I'm Cami."

"Can you say Cami, little miss?" Elena repeated the name a few times until Miranda got it.

"Ami," Miranda grinned triumphantly, "Ami, Ami." She clapped her hands.

"She's got trouble with the hard 'k' and 'c' sound," Elena laughed.

"That's alright," Cami grinned, "I think I like 'Ami."

"She likes you," Elena observed. "She doesn't usually like strangers."

"Ella," Miranda reached for her friend.

"And she doesn't let just anyone play with Ella," Elena watched as she hugged the elephant to her small body.

"In that case I feel very special," Cami smiled.

Elena's felt the smile drop from her face when Marcel came up to their table.

"Good afternoon, ladies," he smiled genially. "How is the most beautiful gal in the city?" He grinned at Miranda. "You've got your mama's glare, sweet girl."

Elena rubbed a hand over Miranda's back and lifted her to stand on her knees. Miranda twisted and buried her face in Elena's neck; every few seconds she would turn to glare at Marcel before hiding again.

"I see she hasn't warmed up to you," Cami caught the elephant when Miranda dropped it.

"Eventually I'll win her over," Marcel grinned, "I'm nothing if not persistent."

"We'll see," Elena carefully pulled her hair from her baby's grasp. "Do you need something Marcel?"

"I was actually looking for Cami," he turned to the bartender, "I was surprised when you weren't at work."

"I'm just finishing my lunch break," Cami put Ella in the stroller.

"I was wondering if you might do me a favor tonight?" Marcel raised his brows hopefully. "I'm mentoring this girl… she's got some anger issues, likes to rebel against authority. I was hoping you might use that psych degree of yours to set her straight tonight. Maybe spend some time with her at the music festival."

"Marcel," Cami shook her head, "that's not really my thing."

"Please," Marcel smiled softly, "I think she could benefit from talking to someone like you."

Cami frowned and considered the request. It was simple enough and she was going to be at the music festival anyway. A moment before she was planning on asking Elena to join her that evening so they could talk, but that could wait until the next day.

"Alright," she nodded, "but I'm not promising anything."

"Thank you."

Klaus stepped into Rousseau's and sauntered towards the bar where Cami was wiping down the counter.

"Hello, Cami," he smirked and rested one elbow on the counter.

She crumpled the rag when she spotted him and drew in a sharp intake of breath. Until she had seen him she had been convinced he was someone else, but now that they were the only ones in the bar she remembered the things he had told her. Unbidden the memory of Elena came back to her: 'I'd rather not make you, but I can'. Was Elena like Klaus? She briefly considered asking him, but she had promised Elena she wouldn't mention what she knew of her or her child; there were people who would use Miranda for their own gains.

"How is it that when you came to me just now, and no one else is around, I suddenly remember that you just told me that you're a vampire, and you're mind-controlling me?" Cami whispered. "And then when you leave I go back to thinking you're this hot guy with a cute accent and money to burn on a memoir?"

Klaus shook with a silent laugh and leaned in to whisper in a low voice. "That is how compulsion works, love."

Cami remembered what he had told her of compulsion. Was that what Elena had promised to explain to her later? She supposed she wouldn't make the connection when the brunette did explain.

"What exactly is happening though? Is it like hypnosis?" She needed to understand what was happening to her. "Are my neurons shutting down somehow?"

"Always the curious scholar," Klaus hopped onto a stool and motioned to the bar. "You said you had some information for me."

"He's bringing someone to the festival tonight: a girl that he's mentoring." Cami tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Apparently she's going through a hard time. I guess with my psych degree told him that I could set her straight. I told him I'd talk to her, but now I'm thinking I'm going to back out of it."

"I'm going to insist you go through with this," Klaus tilted his head and smiled.

Cami clutched the rag in her hand and stared at him with wide eyes. "You're going to force me to do it aren't you?" She scoffed when he nodded. "Why even bother asking?"

"Because I happen to like you Cami," Klaus leaned back, "if circumstances were different I think we might have been friends. However this girl is Marcel's secret weapon; she also happens to be holding my brother captive. I don't have the luxury of passing up the opportunity." He met Cami's eyes across the bar before compelling her.

Rebekah tapped away at the laptop while Hayley sat on the couch and flipped through a book. Caroline was perched next to Hayley; she watched the witch warily.

"I feel great, Agnes," Hayley stared at the tiny print. She wasn't sure why she bothered reading the book; there was nothing normal about her pregnancy.

"You're overdue for a check-up," Agnes clucked.

Hayley couldn't stop the cynical laugh that bubbled in her throat. "What am I supposed to do? Pop into the Quarter for a quick ultrasound?" She held up her hands as if holding back crowds at a concert. "A pregnant werewolf escorted by a witch: nothing to see here."

"She kind of has a point," Caroline held up her hands. "She can't just walk into the Quarter; we all remember what happened last time."

"A lot of woman would kill to have a child of their own," Rebekah swallowed. She looked up from the computer and met the werewolf's eyes. "It strikes me as odd that you're not taking better care of yours."

Caroline had to agree that Rebekah had a good point as well. She might not have been thrilled about the knowledge that Klaus had been with Hayley, but she was not about to hold that against his child. She definitely wouldn't let him forget it for a few years, but the baby was innocent in all of this.

"There's a doctor out in the bayou… off the beaten path," Agnes paced around the low coffee table. "I took the liberty of booking you an appointment. Just us after hours… the vampires will never get word of it."

Hayley tapped her fingers against the cover of the book. She did need to take care of her child; she had said she would never let anyone hurt her daughter, and that included her. She didn't like the idea of it being in the bayou in the dead of night, but her choices were slim; she wondered if Elena had this kind of trouble during her pregnancy. She really should talk to Elena instead of reading the book; surely Elijah's soulmate had more insight into a vampire pregnancy.

"Alright," Hayley rolled her eyes, "Bayou-baby-doctor it is." She stood up to follow Agnes and blinked when Caroline appeared in front of her.

"You're not going alone."

Rebekah waited until they left. Roughly twenty minutes later Klaus walked in as she was examining satellite photos of the Quarter.

"Tell me you're not still at it with the internet search?" He strode across the room and poured himself a drink. "How does one begin? Did you type in the words 'anonymous attic'?"

"Oh shut up," Rebekah grumbled, "at least I'm looking. Someone has to find him; even if I have to search every bloody attic in the city."

"Like looking for a needle in a very large pile of needles," he chuckled. "I believe that Marcel's delay shows that he is no longer the one in charge. I'm thinking that if her loyalty to Marcel is strained the young witch will be open to negotiations."

"Your power grabs are more important than rescuing Elijah," Rebekah smiled bitterly, "as per usual."

"I prefer to think of it as killing two birds with one stone," Klaus held up his fingers, "rob Marcel of his secret weapon, and bring our brother home."

Davina took one final look around the attic. Her eyes locked on the closed coffin before she took her first steps over the threshold. She made it halfway down the hall before remembering Marcel's insistence that Elijah be returned. Would he try while she was gone? Was that the real reason she had gotten his blessing?

She spun on her heel and laid her hands on the smooth wood of her bedroom door. She concentrated and sealed the door so vampires would be unable to open it.

Satisfied that he was secure until she returned she practically skipped down the stairs to take her first breath of fresh air.

M. will be bringing girl to music festival. She's going to be with Cami.

KOL – You're telling me this because…

Because… I have the strangest feeling Klaus already knows. D. has him, she'll be out tonight; that's my best chance to find Elijah.

KOL – You want me to get the girl before Nik.

You know better than I what he's like when he sees a chance for power.

KOL – Where?

Dauphine Street. Take Freya… D. may be more receptive to a fellow witch.

Elena slid her phone back in her pocket and strode down the street with the stroller. Miranda's happy babbling grew in intensity the further she went.

Her eyes roamed the many buildings that stretched out before her. Her heart fluttered when she saw the red brick façade of the church. She pulled Miranda aside and sat on a bench until the fluttering stopped. She was about to stand up again when the double doors opened and a teenage girl emerged. Elena blinked in surprise when she was approached by Marcel.

Rebekah had made her seem like a hard as nails witch. Elena had been expecting someone with a more dangerous look; she had thought the phrase 'cute-as-a-button' had been an exaggeration.

Elena had not expected her to be a porcelain doll come to life. She had not expected the wondrous smile when she stepped out into the cool night air. If Elena didn't know any better she would have said that Davina had not been under the sky in months. She wasn't sure what it was about the girl.

Maybe it was the fact that she was so young but her eyes seemed so old; Elena recognized the look of someone who'd had to grow up far to fast. Maybe it was the aura of innocence that seemed to cling to her shoulders as she tilted her head to the soft sounds of smooth jazz floating on the air; there was something undeniably sweet in her smile. Maybe it was the fact that Elena was a mother.

All she knew was that she couldn't harm her, and she definitely wouldn't let Klaus use her.

She's wearing a white dress. Long brown hair in loose curls

KOL – Got it.

Kol?

KOL – Yes Darling?

Don't hurt her… don't let Klaus get his hands on her

She had just closed the conversation when the shadow blocked out the light from the street lamp. Looking up into his amused dark eyes she resisted the urge to shudder.

"Evening," she greeted. Miranda seemed to hear Elena's thoughts because she yawned and blinked tiredly when Marcel left Davina a few feet behind him and approached.

"Good evening, Elena," he came to a stop. The ends of his scarf swished in the autumn wind. "What brings you out tonight?"

"The Festival of course," she blinked and tilted her head as if to say 'what else'.

"The festival is three streets over," Marcel's eyes narrowed into slits.

"Well," Elena smiled, "it is right about Miranda's bed time. Once she's out she'll sleep through just about anything. I didn't want to miss the festival and I couldn't get a sitter, so I came as far as I could to get her to sleep."

"Don't stay away too long," Marcel nodded having accepted her response. "You'll miss all of the good bands."

"As soon as she's out I'm back in the thick of it," Elena swore. She glanced behind him to Davina. "Have fun with your mentee tonight. Mentee? Is that the right phrase?"

"I'm pretty sure it is," he chuckled. "Have a lovely evening, Elena." He leaned down and smiled at Miranda who glared in response. "Good night, sweet girl."

Elena covered Miranda with a blanket and gave her Ella. She watched Marcel disappear with Davina and waited ten minutes before standing up. Her heart had told her he was in the church; Davina's emergence had only confirmed her suspicions.

"So," Marcel accompanied Davina into Rousseau's, "is it everything you'd hoped for?"

Davina bounced on the balls of her feet and giggled. "Yes." Her eyes landed on a boy at the bar; he was yelling for a friend and whooping for the band members.

"We should probably go over the rules," Marcel slid his hands into his pockets.

Davina sighed and rolled her eyes. "I won't talk to anyone about anything. I won't say anything about witches, or vampires, or Originals, or YOU."

Marcel nodded and smiled.

"You said you weren't going to hover!" She blushed and smiled shyly. Davina laughed when he gave her an incredulous look.

"This is the doctor's office?" Hayley peered through the car windows. The building was little more than a cabin in the Bayou. Somewhere in the distance an owl hooted.

"Dr. Paige is only this far out because Marcel's men kept terrorizing her patients," Agnes smiled. "Go on, she won't bite."

Hayley nibbled her lip and slowly stepped from the car. She swallowed when Caroline joined her and took her arm. Together the girls walked towards the clinic.

Agnes pulled out her cell phone when they were gone sent off a text. She had originally planned to call, but with the addition of Caroline she didn't dare.

Send them in now and tell them to do it quickly. There's a vamp with her.

Marcel kept one eye on Davina as he talked to Cami.

"It's good to see you," he smiled, "I was worried you'd think I was some sort of hothead after what happened at the Masquerade."

"We all have out hotheaded moments," she shrugged. "I'm almost done until clean-up," she smiled in Davina's direction. "Us girls can hang out if you need to go and schmooze some people."

Davina leaned forwards and cut in. "He was supposed to stop hovering like ten minutes ago."

"See what I mean," Marcel smiled tightly at Cami, "authority issues." He smirked at Davina. "I'm going to go talk to the mayor… at least he knows how to show some respect."

Davina ignored him in favor of staring at the boy now on stage. He was playing a fiddle with the latest band.

"So," Cami drew out the word and smiled conspiratorially, "what's his name? Hot guy with the fiddle?"

Davina smiled shyly: "Tim." She continued when Cami nodded encouragingly. "I knew he would be here, he always performs at these things."

"How long have you known him?"

"Since we were ten," Davina paused. Her face morphed into a frown. "I had to leave school, and I didn't get to say goodbye. So I was just hoping to talk to him tonight."

Freya leaned against the bar and watched the bartender chat with the young girl. She fit the description Elena had sent to Kol perfectly.

She couldn't see her baby brother anywhere, but she knew that he, like she, was waiting for an opportunity. She might have used magic to locate him, but that was likely a bad idea with the magic detector in the room.

"Hey gurl."

Her eyes narrowed when he approached her. An annoyed light flickered in her eyes.

"Go away," she waved her hand and sipped her water. "I'm in no mood to deal with vampires tonight." She blinked in surprise when she suddenly found herself in the brick alley. "I said go away."

"What are you going to do witch?" The veins under his eyes pulsed when he grinned. "I've heard a witch's blood is sweeter than a human's. No time like the present to find out."

Freya was ready to say screw it and use magic when the vampire was pinned beside her. His body collided with the wall hard enough that bricks turned to dust beneath his head.

The nightwalker turned grey a moment later when his heart was torn from his chest.

"That was a bad idea," Freya sighed.

"The other option was for you to use magic and get caught," Kol wiped his hands on the vampire's shirt. "Besides… it's not like Marcel can harm me; you on the other hand are very fragile."

"Kol," Freya sighed. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He steered her back into the bar.

Caroline crossed her arms and paced the deck outside the clinic. It turned out Dr. Paige owned the house; it was a private property and she was unwilling to let a vampire inside.

Caroline raked her hands through her hair and listened to the fetal heartbeat that had suddenly grown louder and developed an echo. It sounded just like Miranda's heart when she had accompanied Elena to an ultrasound.

"Your baby's heart rate is perfect."

"I knew it. She's a tough one, just like her mom."

Hayley sat up and wiped away the gel from her belly. She glanced over her shoulder when she felt the eyes on her.

"That's a rather unique birthmark," Dr. Paige eyed the crescent moon mark.

"We're pretty much done, right?" Hayley slid her sweater back on.

"Well actually your blood pressure is a little high. I've got something for that."

Hayley watched her walk away to where Agnes was waiting in the next room. A wolf howled outside and startled her. She quickly jumped up from the table and approached the window in time to see headlights approaching.

Her heart drummed in her chest when the wolf howled. Reluctantly she circled around the cabin and felt her limbs freeze when she locked eyes with the wolf. Her chest stuttered when soft voices sounded around the building as the wolf darted off into the night.

"No sign of the vampire."

"Perhaps it split. Vampire and a werewolf working together as friends… unheard of."

"That just makes this easier."

Caroline heard a door slam shut and a lock click after a woman yelled. Fists pounded on the sealed room. She flashed around the building until she found the window Hayley was struggling with.

"Get back," she motioned with her hand. The second Hayley was out of range she slammed her elbow into the window and shattered the glass. She swept the glass out of the way and helped Hayley out of the window. They were running by the time the men had broken into the room.

Outside of Rousseau's Tim struggled to open the car door. He shuffled the fiddle case in his hands to try and make the task easier.

"Hello Tim," Klaus clapped a hand on the boys shoulder.

Tim stared at him blankly.

"I believe that you and I have a friend in common," Klaus gripped his shoulders tightly as he compelled him. "Be a good lad and send her a message."

"He couldn't have gone far," Cami peered around the crowded room, "he just got off-stage a minute ago."

Davina blinked away a few tears from her eyes. "It doesn't matter," she sighed, "this was a stupid idea anyway."

"No it wasn't, Davina…" Cami called after her when she ran off. She was about to follow when Klaus got in her path.

He handed her a folded slip of paper. "Tell Davina this is from one of the musicians. She'll want to leave, and you're going to help her slip out so that Marcel doesn't see." He paused before leaning closer and whispering. "Whatever you do don't let her out of your sight."

Cami was just starting to work up an annoyed glare when he disappeared and she was left staring at the note in her hand. She ran to catch up with Davina.

Kol slammed his hand over her mouth when he pulled her into the alley. From the corner of his eye he saw Freya do the same with the blonde.

"Hello, love," he tilted his head and smiled. "I'd like a word."

Davina narrowed her eyes and felt his skin heat against her skin. She blinked in surprise when he didn't loosen his hold.

"You're going to have to do a lot better than that, darling," Kol's eyes flashed with amusement. He was mildly impressed with her power; he just prayed she didn't get it into her head to start throwing him around as she had Rebekah.

Her eyes widened in realization. "You're an old one?" She whispered when he lowered his hand.

"I'm not that old," Kol gasped. "Freya do I look old?"

"Only a millennium or so," she smirked. Slowly she released Cami. "You'll have to compel her."

"Who knows what Nik's done to her head," Kol sighed. He slid his hands into his pockets and tilted his head down to regard the witch. "That note you received didn't come from your friend… at least not directly."

"Is he in trouble?" Davina felt anger curl down her spine.

"Most likely," Kol caught her wrist before she could storm off towards the church. "Not so fast. I promised not to let Nik get his hands on you."

"You also promised not to hurt her," Freya crossed her arms.

"That's the only way you're going to keep me from going after Tim," Davina glared.

Kol searched the determined set of her shoulders. "Not necessarily," he let go of her arm. "How's your acting?"

Drop me some reviews...

The next chapter will pick up with Elena in the church.