Thanks to those who are reviewing please keep it up! Just so you all know I'm leaving may 1st for 3 weeks but I'll update once I'm home. I promise if the reviews keep coming, this story has a lot of potential and I won't leave it hanging.

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RV

Release the Hounds

Klaus rounded on Rebekah, "How could you be so careless," he laughed sarcastically, "Wait, have I forgotten who I'm talking to."

"There was no more information to be had from him." Rebekah discarded of the weapon carelessly, unable to think or care about anyone but Amelia.

"What could he have been wanting to accomplish by aligning against us?" Elijah queried.

"Well we could ask him if he wasn't dead." Klaus snapped.

"He obviously wanted to take back New Orleans, just as he's always wanted." Rebekah replied off handedly.

For a moment Klaus seemed shocked, but then turned to Rebekah seemingly with new found respect, "Perhaps you're right."

"Can we quit with the jibber jabber and just get to it." Rebekah snapped, "Between us and the wolves we can cover the most ground. They'll be able to smell her more than a mile away."

Klaus grinned, "Release the Hounds!"

Amelia watched as a woman with long red hair entered the darkened room, her hazel eyes had no trouble seeing in the dark, and the woman seemed familiar to her, as she turned around, Amelia let out a small gasp.

"Mummy! Help!" Amelia cried as Rebekah broke free from Elijah and made a dive for Amelia but was immediately thrown backwards by Genevieve into a nearby head stone.

"Mummy!" Amelia screamed as the witches behind her began to chant and suddenly she felt the most unbearable pain.

The witches were stealing something from her and it hurt deep into her core. She cried out louder and watches as her Father stood by, her Uncle turned away, only her mother tried to get to her.

It was at that moment that deep down in her soul she knew she was loosing something more valuable than even she could imagine.

Genevieve turned around, "Hello Amelia."

"Let me go!" Amelia straightened as best she could, locked in the tiny cage.

"You're going to be staying here for awhile."

"My mom will find me."

"Your mom?" Genevieve asked, "You mean Rebekah? I'm sorry sweetie, but she isn't coming for you, and neither is Klaus or Elijah. They don't care that you're gone."

"You're lying!" Amelia yelled as fresh tears welled in the corner of her eyes.

"Why would I lie to you?" Genevieve asked softly.

Amelia narrowed her eyes, "Because you're bad."

Genevieve chucked, "No honey, you're bad. But I can help fix you."

"I don't need to be fixed." Amelia replied, less confidently than before.

"Are you sure?" Genevieve asked, "Do you ever get really angry and do things you don't mean to do? Or do you ever want to hurt someone if they do something you don't like? Or maybe you feel hungry and-"

Amelia covered her head with her hands, "La-La-La-La-I CAN'T HEAR YOU! I CAN'T HEAR YOU. I CAN'T HEAR YOU."

Genevieve straightened, "Soon enough you'll want my help, once you see that no one is coming for you."

"They'll come." Amelia whispered, but suddenly, she wasn't so sure. She watched as the woman left, and in her place, came a large waft of smoke, swirling on the ground.

Amelia scrambled to the back of the cage as she tried to break free, but the bars that confined her had been spelled to confine the eleven year old original hybrid.

Hot tears streamed down her face as she tried to call out for help, allowing the smoke to fill her lungs. Amelia felt her head swirl as the smoke grew thicker and she struggled to remain conscious.

"Help…Someone…Anyone…" Amelia called out weakly before the smoke over took her and she lost consciousness.

"Amelia…"

"Amelia…"

"Yes Darling it's me." The woman who sat in a picture frame beside Amelia's bed whispered to her through the fog.

There in front of her, stood Haley, with her dark waves and kind eyes as her hand reached out to Amelia.

For a moment, Amelia thought she could almost touch her, when Rebekah suddenly appeared, her eyes were dark, the veins in her face accentuated, and her fangs bared.

She ripped into Haley's neck without a second thought, as Haley screamed, the same hazel eyes Amelia shared, widened in fear almost pleading with Amelia to help, "Stop!" Amelia cried out as she tried to run towards the two women she both called 'mother.' "Please! Stop! You're killing her! You're killing my mother!" Amelia yelled at Rebekah who dropped Haley's body, letting it slump towards the group, before turning towards the young hybrid and advancing on her.

"How many abandon Churches can their be outside of new Orleans?" Rebekah asked Elijah her patience wearing thin as they trekked through the forest.

"More than you would think." Elijah answered somberly before touching Rebekah's arm, "We will find her Rebekah, and when we do, you need to promise me that you will keep your composure."

Rebekah stopped to glare at him, "And what is it exactly that you think I'm going to do? Rip Genevieve's bowels from her insides and use them as a noose to string her up?"

Elijah shoved his hands deep into his jacket pockets, "That's what I'm afraid of."

"And why shouldn't I!?" Rebekah demanded.

"Because, we don't know what will happen if we kill Genevieve. The witches are crafty and they won't go down without a fight."

"Right." Rebekah replied as she turned away from him and continued on their way, "Well neither will I."

"Rebekah you were careless today." Elijah called after her, "Killing Marcel was-"

"A necessary evil, and after everything he's done to us," she glanced over her shoulder, "You'd think you would thank me, rather than reprimand me like you always do."

"Thank you for killing our only lead?"

Rebekah rounded on him, "He was a liability. A traitor. And he all but caused all this whole mess, so yes, if family is as important as you say than yes, I expect you to stand by my decisions."

"Even if they're reckless?"

"If I recall, Elijah, it was you who vouched for the witches to bind Amelia's powers in the first place, so I'd say you've made a fair amount of reckless decisions." She turned away from him, "Now can we just get on with it. The point fingers game is getting old, and this one you won't win."

Amelia ran as fast as she could blindly into the fog when suddenly she heard a scream.

Every muscle in her body tensed, and he instinct told her to turn and run, but there was something about that scream…

Amelia forced herself to push on, only to find the woman, she had just seen torn to shreds moments earlier.

"Mom?" Amelia asked as Haley seemed to be struggling to pull herself out from behind a rock.

Haley's eyes shot up to look at Amelia, "Amy, Honey," Haley breathed, "it's okay, I'm okay."

Amelia took a hesitant step toward her, "Mom, I-"

"Amelia, you need to run." Haley told her, this time more sternly.

For a moment, Amelia was torn, until Klaus emerged from behind the boulder, attempting to pull Amelia back as he forced himself upon her.

"RUN!" Haley yelled as Klaus spotted Amelia and discarded Haley to the side. Klaus advanced as Amelia stumbled backwards, "Amelia, go to the wolves! They'll protect you!" Haley shouted as Amelia finally found her footing and turned to run.

"What do you mean they're coming?" Genevieve hissed, "How could this have happened?"

Marcel shrugged, "I didn't have a choice, if I didn't give them something-"

"And you still got yourself killed." Genevieve snapped.

"Look" Marcel was beginning to loose his patience, "I appreciate the spell you did. It kept me alive. I didn't betray you, we all want the same thing."

A wolf appeared at the edge of the clearing, "It isn't time." Genevieve addressed the wolf, we have to wait till the moon is full.

"Just give them the girl and they can come back for the spell." Marcel reasoned.

"It's too risky!" Genevieve snapped, "They don't have the ability to provide for the girl in their wolf form, and if something happens to her the witches will lose all their power."

"So what now?" Marcel questioned in irritation.

"We run." Genevieve replied perturbed that her plan had gone astray, "Gather our strength, and return when the time is right, to take our place as the true leaders of New Orleans."

"I'm not gonna run." Marcel told her, "This is my home."

"It's a lot of peoples homes." Genevieve told him condescendingly, Marcel bit back a growl, "If you stay, they will kill you, and I can no longer offer you my protection."

"And what about them?" Marcel turned towards the wolves, a few more having appeared at the edge of the woods.

"They will remain here, with the child. The originals trust them, there is no danger." The elder witch turned to the wolves, "When the time is right, I will return you to your human form, until then-"

The wolves let out a loud howl as they looked up to the sky, signaling to the original vampires that the missing child had finally been found.