Hey guys! So this chapter is what you guys have all been waiting for since, well probably since you picked up my fic and decided to read it. We're not finished quite yet though, because I'm not entirely sure what imma be doing with Marcel. Should I kill him? Should I not kill him? Its a work in progress. Also Klaus is probably gonna have some ptsd issues after all of this so... fun!

On a side note, I finally got to see Ghostbusters! It was awesome and seriously hilarious, go watch it. Anyway, Hayley and Hope are probably incredibly out of character but they were just too much fun too write so I couldn't bring myself to care much. Read, review and enjoy!


Perhaps sitting at Marcel's favourite bar, drink in hand, her child sitting calmly next to her, drawing something in her sketchbook while surrounded by the bodies of dead vampires wasn't the best way to announce her return to the city, but it was the most dramatic entrance Hayley had come up with. At least, Hayley supposed, they were Marcel's vampires and thus, of no consequence to Vincent as long as she cleaned up after herself. Well, seeing as she had already ripped out and disposed of their hearts, it was rather unlikely for any of them to have survived the combined assault of the Mikaelson family and a few werewolves and it meant that they were in no position to cause any more unnecessary havoc. Hayley calmly sipped at her bourbon, taking in Marcel's shocked reaction with a smirk.

Alright, maybe they had gone a little overboard, but on the bright side, it was still possible to get most of the blood out of the hardwood. She knew some excellent cleaners who got the job done, no questions asked. Hayley stood up slowly, taking her time as the damage she had done finally sunk in Marcel's confused and stunned mind. Well, the scene around her would have been a shock for anyone, to be honest, but she couldn't really bring herself to feel anything beyond absolute hate for the vampire in front of her. The days when she may have felt pity for him were long past. Marcel finally found as his voice, his words filled with rage. Well, Hayley had a right to be angry too but she clamped down on her anger, keeping her mask of smug calmness firmly in place.

"I thought I made the message clear five years ago. I don't want any Mikaelson in my city and that includes you and your daughter!" His words were filled with disgust and anger and as he caught sight of the faces of his vampires lying on the floor, his eyes filled with grief. "What the hell did any of them do to you? How dare you come into my city and kill my people? That's just what you Mikaelsons do, isn't it? Destroy any and everything that could ever matter to anyone!"

Looking around her and gesturing slightly at the carnage that had taken place, Hayley smiled savagely, in her eyes the promise of the pain that she was about to unleash. "This? You call this destroying any and everything that could matter? You already did that to me, to my child, five years ago. This is me repaying the favour. You think you know loss? You don't know anything. It's my turn to turn your world to ashes." She bit out, eyes flashing a pale amber, black veins rippling underneath the surface of her skin.

"You bitch-" Marcel started towards her, anger overcoming him. He managed to take one step before Hope threw him into the wall, her head still bent over her sketchbook, back still towards the two adults.

"You don't insult my Mom." The child said as she continued to draw, her voice cold. "You don't hurt my Mama like you have hurt the rest of my family. You don't touch her because if you do, I will rip you apart. Uncle Elijah said your healing meant you could grow back your heart even after it was taken out of your chest." Hope finally stopped whatever it was that she was drawing, but still didn't turn around, cocking her head to the side in contemplation. "What if I take off your head?" She asked, curious. "Could you grow that back too? What if I let Uncle Kol take you apart so that there's nothing left to grow back? Will you be dead or in another kind of pain like the kind you put my daddy in?"

Marcel looked with growing horror at the young girl, his gaze shifting to Hayley. "What the hell did you do to your own kid?"

"Me? Hope was perfectly satisfied with simply getting her father back and staying as far away from you as possible until she found out what it was exactly that you did to him! She has had to mature faster than any child should ever have to because all she's known her entire life is that she couldn't be with her father, with her family because they were taken away from her in a grudge match that killed innocents! I wasn't the one who snuck her into the trunk of my car as I drove here and I sure as hell wasn't the one who made her desire vengeance for her family, because seriously, fuck you all, she deserves better than that. As you already said: she's a Mikaelson, Marcel. We pay our debts and we protect our own." Hayley's dress fluttered around her as she stepped forward and now that Marcel looked closely at it, he could make out that not all the red was part of the design. Some of it... some of it was blood. She caught where his eyes wandered and looked down at her dress pouting slightly. "Oh yes, the blood stains will be awful to get out. I doubt Rebekah will ever let me borrow her dresses ever again. But then again, it went for a good cause so I'm sure she won't mind much. What do you think?"

"Go to hell." He spat at her and she sighed.

"Why don't you understand? I've already been there." She smiled then, dimples in full display. "I was just a distraction anyway while Freya and Vincent got their shit together. I've got to run now, the father of my child needs to be saved but they promised they'd leave some of you for me. Don't miss me too much while I'm gone. Hope, sweetie, time to go now." She snapped Marcel's neck, the bone breaking with a sickening crack and the vampire fell to the floor. She stepped over his body and held out a hand to her daughter.

"Coming Mommy." The seven year old ripped out her drawing and laid it gently on the table in front of her before closing her sketchbook and grabbing a hold of her mother's outstretched hand. On the paper, a full moon hung in one corner of the sky, partially obscured by clouds as the New Orleans skyline burned.


Perhaps the worst part of the state that Klaus was in was that he was aware of everything happening around him and for so long he had been completely shrouded in darkness. The bright light of a torch shining through the cracks in the bricks surrounding him as they were broken surprised him and hurt his overly sensitive eyes. The voices of his brothers and sister reached his ears and as the bricks fell away, Elijah's face became visible. He would have smiled at his brother but moving any of his muscles was near impossible and caused excruciating pain.

Before long, his siblings were joined by Hayley. He could sense his daughter nearby, the bond he had with her tingling in the back of his mind at their proximity. He had realised that, with time, the bond not only strengthened but turned into somewhat of a two way street, allowing him to feel some of what she felt and very rarely, with a lot of concentration, allow him to communicate with her.

Kol gently lifted him and carried him up the stairs, laying him down on a bed. It seemed Marcel had seen fit to renovate and clean up the house after Klaus's sireline had lain waste to it. In spite of all his insistence to the contrary, it appeared that he had never quite let go of his roots.

Rebekah found some bloodbags as Hayley spoke on the phone, to whom, Klaus couldn't tell. The blond hybrid met Elijah's eyes as the vampire braced him, lifting his arm as he prepared to take out the dagger from Klaus. Plunging his hands just below Klaus's sternum, the hybrid wasn't sure which was worse as his back arched up off the bed, leaving the dagger in or taking it out. He gasped as his brother pulled it out, some colour returning to his pale skin, the red veins that covered his torso slowly disappearing as Rebekah guided a bloodbag to his mouth. He drained it in one go, finally sating the thirst that had been building up inside him for so long. He had the next three a little more slowly before looking up at his family.

"What took you lot so bloody long?" He joked, his lips lifting up in a pale imitation of a smile, almost as if his body had forgotten how to, looking around at his siblings. "And where the hell is my daughter?"


Vincent didn't like how easily he and Freya worked together, how, even after all this time, it was so very ridiculously easy to fall in sync. Unfortunately for him, it was necessary if any of this was going to work.

Standing in front of Marcel's body in the bar, he tried to remember what it was exactly that had brought them to this point. He came up blank because they had all been pushed to this point and it had been a long time coming. After attempting and failing to extract the venom from the vampire, Vincent cursed and pulled out the spell Damon had sent him, slamming it down on the table in front of him as Freya snapped Marcel's neck again to make sure he stayed out of it.

"I didn't want it to come to this but it's all I got. We don't have time to waste trying to extract it from his heart." He told her, annoyed that it had child to this. "A friend of mine sent this to me as insurance. Only problem is, I don't have access to the one thing I need to perform the damn spell."

Quickly scanning the piece of paper and understanding what exactly the spell was, Freya looked up, confusion sparking in her eyes. "This is a spell to siphon power from the ancestors. What kind of friends do you have?"

"Ones who have to deal with about as much shit as we do but on a whole other scale. Point is, I need something that has a link to the ancestors, I don't know, some kind of powerful object that can hold on to the power. I don't have access to that kind of shit, hell, I have no idea what kind of object could even qualify..." He broke off, cursing as he understood. "Sometimes I really wonder whose side that son of a bitch really is on."

"What is it?"

"It's the dagger." Vincent burst out laughing at the irony. "The dagger that's currently inside your brother. That's the missing link." He dug out his phone from his pocket and thrust it toward Freya. "Call Hayley. Tell her to bring it here once she frees Klaus. If we have any hope of making Marcel a normal vampire again, it's that."


He may have seen her so many times in his mind, both of them linked through their bond, but nothing compared to when Klaus set his eyes upon his daughter in person for the first time in so, so long. Hayley smiled a little as she saw the light shine in his eyes and the tension fall away from his body. Klaus embraced his daughter, putting his arms around her gently with something that resembled awe and disbelief at finally being reunited with her.

Hope, for her part, was ecstatic. She had placed her hands flat on each side of his face, gazing at him intently as if searching for something. When she found it, a brilliant smile spread across her face and she kissed his nose softly before wrapping her arms around his neck. "You've finally come home." She whispered softly. "You've come home to me."

Klaus cradled her head in his hand as Hope pressed her face into his neck, tears of happiness dripping down both their faces. "Yes, my littlest wolf, Daddy's home."

And Hayley couldn't remember when, if ever, she had seen a more brilliant smile on either of the two's faces.


Hayley made her way to the bar to deliver the dagger to Vincent and Freya, her only thought to make Marcel suffer before she ripped his heart out. The rest of the Mikaelsons would be joining her shortly and a dark grin spread across her lips as she thought about the carnage that would take place soon enough.

Marcel woke up just as the two magic users finished the spell to siphon power from the ancestors. What perfect timing for Hayley's fun to begin. Dragging the knife as slowly as she could over Marcel's skin to form the symbols Vincent showed her, she revelled in his pain. After all, no one got to hurt her family and not pay the price.

The young hybrid stood back and watched as Freya and Vincent channeled each other and the magic of the ancestors through the blade, their power gripping Marcel and stripping him of everything that he had become through the serum. Hayley watched with satisfaction as the blood red of Marcel's irises faded to his regular chocolate colour. She turned as she heard a knock on the door of the bar and opening it, she was unsurprised to see Rebekah and Kol standing outside.

"'Lijah is with Nik. He'll be joining us shortly. I hope we're not too late to the party?" Kol grinned darkly.