"You're Kat's friend."
Micah glanced at the one called Marcel, smirking.
"Yes," he replied.
"You don't talk much," Marcel observed.
"Is there really a need?" Micah retorted.
His smirk vanished, his golden eye seeming to grow brighter.
"Let me speed this conversation along," he suggested. "You want to know what Katalina's game is. Answer, she's sired to Niklaus and basically forced to do his bidding. Next, you want to know how its possible for Davina to know about Jaiyana. Answer, Jay was essentially a witch family heirloom for centuries after Mikael razed New Orleans. She picked up a few tricks."
"And how is it you know what I'm thinking?" Marcel demanded.
Micah's eye dimmed and he blinked a few times.
"I was a witch's pet too. Still am, in fact. I've got a few tricks of my own."
With that, he turned away, leaving Marcel to his thoughts. Mostly.
"He's in pain and I feel bad," Kat admitted.
Ariel smirked.
"You like him."
"I think he's cute but I don't love him," Kat replied.
Ariel laughed.
"You said the same thing about Garrett," she pointed out.
"I also said nothing good could come of us being together," Kat retorted. "And I was right."
Ariel sighed deeply.
"Have you found Jay?" she asked.
"No. I can't even begin to look for her either," Kat ranted. "Klaus forbid it."
"Because of Micah?" Ariel guessed.
"He had to go and open his stupid mouth so of course. Why did you send him here anyway?" Kat demanded.
"When you find Jay, I want all three of my super powered friends together," Ariel replied. "It ensures that you'll be able to stand against Ursula."
"But one of us is going to die," Kat declared. "That's what happened with Garrett at least."
"It won't happen again," Ariel assured Kat.
"I want you to know that if it does, if that rears its head as a risk, it won't be me and it won't be Jay."
"You would kill Micah?" Ariel inquired.
"If it came to that," Kat assured her. "And don't think I wouldn't."
"I thought I sensed the work of another witch."
Jay opened her eyes, face to face with Sabine.
"Help me," she requested.
Sabine smirked.
"I would. In fact, I probably should. Your reputation makes you friend. But I know where your boots lie and I cannot help you."
Her eyes went to Jay's injured shoulder.
"You need blood," she observed. "Yet you could not make it to that vampire compound. There is no life in the bayou."
Jay was silent for a few moments, breathing in deeply.
"The way you're talking," she whispered. "You're not Sabine."
Her glassy eyes drifted to Sabine.
"I don't even remember you."
Sabine kneeled, brushing strands of Jay's hair away. Jay could practically taste the blood beneath that soft skin but could do nothing about it. Sabine sensed this, smiling.
"Good."
With that, she rose and left, leaving Jay to die.
Kat practically skidded to a stop, finding Marcel. He heard her approach and turned.
"Kat," he greeted.
"Marcel."
Silence fell between them.
"I'm sorry," Kat finally said.
"For what?" Marcel asked.
His anger flashed in his eyes.
"For playing me?"
"I'm sorry for Davina, you ass," Kat snapped. "I don't regret anything I do for survival."
She turned to go.
"Before she died, Davina told me we needed to find Jay," Marcel said abruptly.
Kat paused.
"Do you know where she is?" she asked.
"No," he replied.
"Then don't...don't waste my time," Kat growled.
"Why would Davina even know about Jay?" Marcel asked. "I keep racking my brain for how they could have possibly met."
Kat turned back.
"Jay and I have a few tricks that allow us to connect with witches. One of the benefits of working with witches," she explained.
Marcel nodded to show he understood. Kat turned to go once more but stopped.
"Help me find Jay," she requested.
"Why should I?" Marcel demanded.
"Because you know this Quarter better than anyone and because if there is a way to bring Davina back, you need us!" Kat insisted.
"Why?" Marcel demanded.
"We have a witch," Kat explained. "And she has a lot of tricks."
"Crisis averted?"
Klaus cringed internally at Micah's voice and he turned, face to face with the vampire.
"Very much so. No thanks to you," he retorted, surprisingly pleasantly.
"I didn't come here to help you," Micah pointed out.
"Ah, yes, you came to help Katalina find Jay. How's that going by the way?"
Micah's expression soured.
"I came only because Ariel asked me. Honestly, I could care less if Jay never came back. I'm after Ursula."
"And here I was under the assumption that you and Jay had some whirlwind romance," Klaus commented.
Micah's amusement returned and he shook his head, laughing.
"I was rebound guy," he replied.
He pointed at Klaus.
"You left her to die and left behind a really hot mess," he said.
Klaus glowered.
"A hot mess that I found," Micah continued.
"And yet, she came to me with only a werewolf in tow. You brag about your relationship with Jay but she dumped you long ago," Klaus bragged, smirking as Micah's amusement faded again. " And she came back to me."
"True," Micah relented. "But how long until you leave her to die again?"
His question hit Klaus hard. Micah turned away, satisfied to have the last word.
She had almost all of the bayou, or so it felt, beneath her nails as she clawed her way across the tall grass.
"Damn," she panted. "What did that witch do to me?"
Her shoulder ached, almost enough to pull her from her thoughts. But they were tightly wound around her. First off, who was Sabine? Or who was possessing Sabine? And why could she recall where she knew that particular attitude? Jay paused in pulling her limp body along, taking a deep breath and pulling herself to her feet. Her legs were shaky but she needed to get to the Quarter and she needed to feed. And then she'd go and rip Ursula's vile little head off her vile little body. Though given her weakness, she'd need a few days and a few people to be 100%. Stumbling over own feet, Jay fell right into a mud puddle.
"You have got to be kidding me!" she hissed.
She pushed herself up, wiping mud off her top and then wiping what was on her hands on her jeans. Giving a sigh of surrender, she reached into her pocket, sending up a prayer and glad it was answered when she found her phone. And unlucky the many other times she'd checked it, it had signal.
"Yes," Jay breathed, scrolling through her contacts.
Apparently during her time possessing Jay, Ursula had pretty much leeched every number into a phone of her own, deleting what she pleased from Jay's. All that remained was Elijah's number which she eagerly called. He answered on the third ring.
"Jaiyana?"
His voice was a mixture of relief and amazement.
"Elijah, I need some help."
"Where...where are you?"
He still sounded amazed.
"Somewhere in the bayou," she replied. "Elijah, please come get me."
"I'm on my way," Elijah replied.
"I'm close. I have signal."
Then Elijah was gone.
"Are you two sulking or deep in thought?" Rebekah demanded, beholding the pathetic scene that was Marcel and Klaus. "Papa Tunde still off the grid?"
Before either one could respond, Elijah walked in.
"I don't mean to break up this relaxing evening but Jay called me," Elijah informed them.
The door opened and Kat appeared.
"Jay called you?" she demanded.
Elijah's lips quirked upwards.
"Yes," he replied.
He focused his attention on the room.
"She's somewhere in the bayou," he informed them. "We need a search party."
"Oh no."
Rebekah rose.
"It took me forever to get rid of the smell of the bayou the last time."
Klaus rose.
"Where in the bayou?" he asked.
"Where is everyone?"
Rebekah looked away from her book, her eyes finding the clock in the room. Micah was leaning against the doorframe, looking bored.
"Well, its been about three hours. They're most likely still in the bayou," she reasoned.
"The bayou?" Micah repeated.
"Yes, apparently Jay called. They went to find her," Rebekah informed him.
"So nice of Kat to fill me in," Micah sighed.
He lumbered into the room, flopping onto a couch across from Rebekah. She set her book aside, leaning forward.
"Tell me something," she requested.
Micah waited, sitting back and crossing her arms.
"What did Jay do to you?"
Micah shrugged.
"I fell madly in love with her and gave her my heart. And then she crushed it in her hand," he replied.
"Don't elaborate on that at all," Rebekah said snarkily, returning to her book.
Micah smirked.
"If you were looking for romance, this was not the place to find it."
"Found her yet?" Kat asked.
She held her phone, listening to her phone but sniffing the air for Jay's scent.
"Nothing," Klaus replied.
"Nothing on our end as well," Elijah replied.
It had been his idea to conference call and he and Hayley had set off in one direction while Klaus had simply vanished, leaving Marcel and Kat to search together.
"Alright," Kat sighed, hanging up.
She was tired of the sloshing steps and the smell that assaulted her nose. And Marcel's silence only added to how bad it was.
"Did you like me?" he asked. "Or were you really doing what Klaus told you?"
Kat looked back at him, an ironic smile on her lips.
"Really? Is this really the place to be talking about this? Or even the time?"
"I figure we've got time to kill," Marcel reasoned.
They trudged along in silence for a few moments.
"I came to New Orleans with Klaus and thought you were hot when I first saw you. And you were singing," Kat finally said.
She smiled back at him.
"I will admit I was attracted to you. And the sex was great so I couldn't complain much," she went on.
He grinned at that.
"Yes, I did like you, Marcellus," Kat assured him.
She went to say something else but was cut off by the ringing of her phone. She hurried to answer, putting it on speaker and praying for the best.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"I found her."