Rebekah and Enzo trudged through the depths of the bayou with no real sense of direction. The only thing she had to go on was a faint description that Elijah had given her shortly after Freya had been kicked out of the compound. She knew it was fairly near the crescent wolves but far enough away so she could keep her distance if need be.

Not wanting to destroy yet another pair of shoes in the mud, Rebekah had changed into a pair of Hayley's black combat boots that she found in her vacated bedroom. She had finished the outfit off with black leggings and a white t-shirt. No point in ruining her good clothes roaming through the muck of the swamp.

"Are we close?" Enzo inquired, swatting mosquitoes out of his face.

"I have no idea," she sighed exasperated "Elijah was less than precise with his description."

"Can't you call her?" he sat down on a log and ran his hand along the back of his neck wiping away sweat and dirt.

"She threw away her phone. Something about hating modern conveniences," she sat down beside him.

"Is she as crazy as the rest of them then?" he asked, half jokingly.

"In a different way," she shrugged "She only lived one year out of every century since she was a teenager. She's not entirely used to the ways of this world."

Rebekah had given him the rundown on her long lost sister on their drive to the edge of town. Yet another story she had shared with him, and still she knew so little about his background.

"Come on," she stood and reached out her hand, which he eagerly took "It will be dark soon. I don't want to face the crescent wolves without any anecdote."

"Yes, I believe I've had enough wolves' bane for one day," he replied through gritted teeth, turning to follow her.

He froze when he saw what was in front of them.

Two wolves. One larger than the other and fur as black as night. The other one was gray with piercing yellow eyes.

"Rebekah," Enzo reached out his arm, pushing her back behind him when she moved forward.

"No, no it's ok," she insisted, lightly taking his hand off her arm and walking in front of him.

She walked closer to the wolves, who didn't move a muscle as her boots cracked twigs and leaves beneath them with each step.

"Rebekah," Enzo hissed warning to her again but she ignored it.

She squatted down on the ground until she was at eye level with the gray wolf and a little smile curved on her lips.

"Hayley," she breathed a sigh of relief.

The wolf's head bucked as if to nod at her.

"Jackson," she acknowledged the black wolf who followed in suit with his mate.

"I am so sorry for what he has done to you," Rebekah shook her head "Freya and Elijah are working so hard to end this madness."

She saw Jackson stiffen at the mention of Elijah's name but it seemed to warm the heart of the gray wolf whose eyes blinked with what Rebekah thought was hope.

"We're looking for Freya," Rebekah continued, deciding not to tell Hayley of what had happened to her brother "Do you know where she lives?"

The two wolves turned and stared in the opposite direction, looking over their shoulders signaling for them to follow.

Enzo cautiously followed after Rebekah as they went deeper and deeper into the bayou.

"This must be agony for you," Rebekah sighed as she kept up step with the gray wolf "It's so unfair."

The wolf seemed to ward off her pity; typical Hayley.

"I imagine the pack will be extracing ultimate revenge on Niklaus for this," she spoke again, which caused the hair on both wolves' backs to prickle.

"Must you antagonize them," Enzo whispered, eyeing both of them carefully.

Rebekah decided he was probably right. She probably wasn't their favorite person right now either, all things considered.

Minutes passed and then the wolves stopped suddenly. It was if there was boundary line they could not cross as their paws danced along it. In the far distance Rebekah could see a worn out trail.

"Does that trail lead to her house?"

Jackson bucked his head in response.

"Thank you," she sighed, crouching down in front of them again "I promise you we will not rest until this curse is broken."

She turned her eyes to Hayley. Despite the fact she was in another form, Rebekah could sense the sadness rolling off her.

"You will be with your baby soon," she smiled "She's beautiful and she misses you terribly."

Then, she saw a tear forming in the corner of the bright yellow eye and slide down on the soft fur of her face.

"I promise you Hayley," she sighed.

She stood, motioned for Enzo to come stand beside her and they turned, leaving the wolves behind.


"How did you know it was them?" Enzo inquired as they forged their way through the brush.

"I don't know," she shrugged, "I just felt at peace. I wasn't frightened of them at all."

"It must be pure torture, what they are going through," he remarked, pushing a branch out of his way.

"I can't even imagine," she sighed.

"You do care for the girl, then?"

"Of course I do. Not only is she Hope's mother but Elijah is madly in love with her. If anything happened to Hayley...I'm not sure Elijah's sanity could survive that."

"And yet, you still defend Klaus? Despite the fact he is torturing the people you love? Not to mention he tried to kill me this morning over scones and some rather unremarkable breakfast tea."

She stopped and turned back to face him, her shoulders slumped and she ran her hand through her messy hair.

"I told you in the beginning that everything is complicated," she replied at last in a hoarse voice "I will never make excuses for what Nik does...but to condemn him the way that most of you would...I can't do that anymore. There was a time that I would, for many years I would have been grateful to never have to look into those eyes of his ever again... Maybe I've changed...Maybe I've gone just as mad as he is..." she trailed off, a look of embarrassment on her features "Nik is responsible for his own actions and must answer for them...I just don't want to be in front of the mob carrying the torch."

It was incredibly hard to explain to an outsider. She didn't expect Lorenzo to understand or accept it. What person, vampire or no, in their right mind would?

"Fair enough," Enzo sighed, running his dirty hands over his face in frustration "But don't expect me to stand beside you in his defense."

"I would never ask you to do that," she replied flatly, turning and moving forward.

She stopped suddenly there after and turned back to him.

"Don't think for a moment he is forgiven for what he has done to you. I will punish him for that myself."

A smile curved on Enzo's lips as he watched her return to her walk ahead of him. She would seek out her own brand of revenge. His mind was racing on what that might be.

After following the path for what seemed like forever, Rebekah's eyes rested on a modest shack. She noted the dream catchers and crystals hanging on the front porch and she smiled to herself.

"I think this is it," she hurried her pace and Enzo rushed to catch up.

Before she could knock on the door, it opened slowly and she saw her sister standing inside the doorway.

"Freya."

"I knew you'd come Rebekah," she smiled sweetly at her "I have missed my brave little sister."

She reached out and pulled Rebekah into a tight hug, then turned her eyes to Enzo.

"This is your new beau, I presume," she smiled with judgment at him.

Enzo shuffled nervously. He already didn't like the vibe he got from her. Her voice was monotone and her eyes seemed as if she was looking through them.

"How did you...?" Rebekah wrinkled her nose in confusion.

"I have my ways," she turned and welcomed them inside her home.

There was a couch, old and faded and a small table with two chairs. Another longer table was in the back of the room, covered with bottles and mortars and books. Rebekah imagined they were all tools she was using to try to break the curse.

"I expected you sooner," Freya walked to a door to the left of the room "I've been tending to him as best as I could, considering what Klaus has done to him."

She opened the door and Rebekah immediately saw Elijah lying on a lumpy mattress on the floor. He was covered in sweat and mumbling softly to himself. Freya had removed his dress shirt and shoes but other than that he was still in his clothes from the night before.

"Elijah!" she rushed to him, running her hand over his burning hot forehead.

"Last night he was much worse," Freya crouched down beside them "He kept calling out Hayley's name and yours...There was great fear in his voice. I gave him some herbs but I'm afraid they didn't do much good."

"Thank you for taking care of him," Rebekah smiled sincerely at her sister, catching sight of Enzo standing in the doorway.

"He is my brother too," Freya reminded her, standing back to her feet.

"Please tell me you have cracked the crescent curse," Rebekah pleaded from her place on the floor.

"Not yet," Freya turned and walked over to the window that looked out over her front yard "I'm getting close though. Very close...There are other things I must attend to first before I can continue my work...but there will be justice for the agony Hayley and her pack have endured at our brother's hand."

Her mind raced with what Freya had in mind for punishing him. She was so powerful. Far more powerful than even Davina, who had centuries of witches channeling through her. Davina, yet another person who was after Klaus.

There are fates worse than death Rebekah.

Klaus' words echoed in her mind as she watched Freya's far off expression staring out the tiny window.

"Rebekah," Elijah whispered hoarsely, pulling her from her thoughts before she could press her sister further.

"I'm here Elijah," she gripped his hand tight "I'm not going to leave you until you're well, I promise."

"Rebekah, you must be careful," he tossed and turned, sweat rolling down his forehead.

"He's been hallucinating throughout the day and night," Freya sighed.

Enzo thought he detected a hint of annoyance in her voice.

The room got eerily quiet. Chimes on the porch caught a gust of wind and played a song for a brief moment, then silence again.

"Sister, run!" Elijah's eyes flew open wide and his gaze locked with hers.

The look on his face sent shivers down Rebekah's spine. The venom was so powerful. His pupils were dilated, the whites blood shot and his eyes were bulging from their sockets.

"Its ok Elijah," she whispered as she ran her hand over his matted hair, "Everything is all right. You're safe. I'm safe...Freya's magic will protect us."

Elijah continued to squirm on the mattress, his hands running up and down her arm feverishly, trying to draw her closer to him. His eyes moved from her to the ceiling to the walls. It was as if he couldn't focus on one thing.

"Niklaus is a monster," Freya folded her arms across her chest "A monster that must be stopped before he can inflict misery on anyone else."

"I second that," Enzo finally spoke, on that at least they could agree "Bloke damn near killed me this morning."

Freya's eyes turned to meet his and he felt uncomfortable, quickly looking away.

"Rebekah, run," Elijah repeated again, his eyes starting to close "Please...run...sister..."

"Let's give him his rest," Freya insisted.

Rebekah leaned down and kissed Elijah's forehead. His eyes closed with exhaustion.

"I'm not leaving you Elijah. I'm staying here with you until I can take you home. Just rest now big brother," she whispered, before following the other two out the door.

"How long will he suffer like this?" Enzo inquired.

"Days, at least," Freya sighed exasperated.

"Is he a bother to you?" Enzo raised an eyebrow, he was growing more and more uneasy around this new found sister by the minute.

"And why would you think that?" Freya poured herself a cup of tea and sat down at the table.

"You just seem to lack empathy. A trait I notice since as a vampire, I lack it as well," he smirked over his folded hands.

"Oh I have empathy Lorenzo," she propped her elbows on the table "I have empathy for those who deserve it. I have empathy for the torment my sister has suffered over the centuries at the hands of Klaus, for the pain he has inflicted upon Elijah, for the prison he has placed Hayley in...for the brother he long since forgot."

"Finn," Rebekah sighed.

"Yes," Freya stood "Finn. My brother. The brother I was ripped from all those years ago..."

Suddenly she lifted her hands and just as quickly the windows and doors locked. Rebekah felt a little gasp catch in her throat and she drifted closer to Enzo instinctively.

"What are you doing?" she shook her head in confusion.

"Oh little sister," Freya smiled "Did you honestly think I would help resurrect the brother I never knew and leave the one I loved so dearly trapped inside this necklace?"

She played with the pendant around her neck.

"What did you do?!" Rebekah shouted at her.

"Hello sister."

The two turned to find themselves face to face with Finn.

The face Rebekah had known all those years ago.

Finn Mikaelson had returned.

In his original form.

And she and Enzo were in serious trouble.

For in his hand, was the no longer destroyed white oak stake.