I stayed with Hayley while the two originals executed their plan. I poured two glasses of whiskey while we sat in the living room and Hayley reminded me that she couldn't drink.
"I know, they're both for me," I grinned
She chuckled. "So, have you known Elijah long?" she asked. "You're American, unlike the other Originals."
"Actually, I'm Italian and they're all just too stubborn to lose their accents," I laughed. "I've known them for about nine hundred years."
"Wow," Hayley said wrapping her mind around such an expanse of time.
"Rebekah turned me because she thought Eli and I would be good for each other."
"And are you?" she asked.
I thought about it, wanting to answer her honestly. "He's good for me; slows me down a bit, but I think I'm bad for him. I screw with his morality."
"But you're in love…"
"We've been together for nine hundred years, but we've only been romantically involved recently. And I mean recently for humans," I explained to her.
"Oh," she said. "The way he looks at you though, he's loved you for a while."
"Don't sound so disappointed," I tried to laugh. "You have years ahead of you find your love."
Klaus and Rebekah showed up with Sophie Deveraux and went into another room, closing the doors behind them without even looking at us.
"Come on," I told Sophie and we sat outside the door listening.
"It's simple," Rebekah was saying to her. "We need you to perform a teeny, tiny locator spell to find our brother."
"Witches who practice magic in this town get caught and then get killed," Sophie sounded annoyed.
"Yes, about that," Klaus spoke. "It seems you left out a crucial detail when we made our deal. Marcel's secret weapon; the way he knows when a witch is using magic.
"Girl about yea high, cute as a button, anger issues," Rebekah described another witch.
"Davina?" Sophie asked. "Where have you seen her?"
"I don't know," Rebekah answered. "Your little brat erased my memory after she threw me out a window with her bloody mind."
"Let me cut to the chase," it was Klaus again. "Davina has Elijah. You witches, I assume, want to get Davina away from Marcel. We don't know where she is, ergo, we need magic."
"Davina would sense it," Sophie was basically repeating herself.
"Unless of course, say a traitor to the cause, Katie for example, was to perform much more powerful magic at the same time," suggested Rebekah. "That would create a smokescreen for your very small spell from Davina."
"Katie doesn't deserve to die," Sophie protested.
"Sophie Deveraux," Klaus sighed. "You're in no position to be so principled. You can't win a war without a few strategic loses, no matter how regrettable they may be. How many times have the vampires been one step ahead? Known something they shouldn't? Your sister, executed in the public square for practicing magic; did she even attempt to flee?"
"She was caught hiding in a cargo hold of a freighter before it set sail down the Mississippi," sighed Sophie.
"And who praytell, in Marcel's inner circle, manages his business at the docks?" Klaus asked.
"Katie's boyfriend, Thierry," Sophie admitted.
"Shit," I whispered to Hayley at the revelation.
It was the night of the plan to find Elijah and we were attending Marcel's charity masquerade ball. Rebekah and I wore black dresses that were designed to mirror each other. She wore black flowers in her hair and I did the same, only placing mine on the left. Klaus wore an all-black suit as well with a blue and black checkered tie. The party was even more elaborate than some of Original parties I had attended; there were ribbon dancers. Camille the bartender appeared, dressed as an angel and all eyes fell on her.
"What's she doing here?" Klaus asked.
"What better way to distract Marcel than to put his human, new girl in a room chalk full of vampires," Rebekah answered and went to talk to her.
"You like her," I commented to Klaus.
He shook his head. "No, I enjoy her," he corrected me.
"Is he the infamous on-again-off-again?" Camille said to Rebekah and nodded towards us as we approached.
"He's the brother, actually," he told her. "And my sister is right, you do look stunning."
"You clean up pretty well yourself," she returned the compliment.
I tried to be subtle when looking at him and decided I actually preferred Klaus in his cotton t-shirts and tight pants.
"Well, don't be fooled, luv. I'm the devil in disguise." He showed her his black mask with curled horns.
Cami smiled, "And Liz, right? Where's Elijah?"
I was surprised she remembered me and I realized she must have been confused, seeing me with Klaus. "The other brother? He couldn't make it."
"You two chit chat," Rebekah gestured to Klaus and Cami. "Liz, I need booze."
We walked up to the bar where she ordered scotch and I asked for Irish whiskey.
Marcel had spotted us and made a B-line for Rebekah. "Are you trying to be cute; inviting her here?" he asked his former love.
"I can tell you fancy her and her pure heart," Rebekah replied. "Maybe I'll feed it to you."
"Jealousy looks good on you, Bekah," he smirked.
"Well, that's my cue." I downed my drink and put the glass on the bar before walking away as quickly as I could manage without falling over in my heels.
Klaus had also left Cami and made his way over to me. "I'm dying," he groaned. He lavish parties that were not his even more than I hated parties.
"You're already dead," I sneered.
"Dance with me," he pleaded.
Sighing, I acquiesced and let him lead me out onto the dance floor. Marcel was dancing with Cami not too far away. I leaned on Klaus as we swayed, letting him support me and keep us moving since he was the one who wanted to dance. I watched as a cute vampire sporting a fro walked up to Marcel and whispered in his ear. Klaus watched as well and we stopped dancing.
"Get Rebekah," he spoke low.
Without a word, I found my sire and we left the party to supervise Sophie's locator spell.
Sophie knelt over the map she was using to cast the spell. "Something's wrong," she paused. "Katie's magic stopped. I can keep going."
"You can't. She'll sense it!" Rebekah protested.
"No, I can find Davina," said Sophie. "I just need another moment."
I ripped the map away from her. "You might be okay with dying, but Hayley and the baby will die with you and Elijah will never forgive that. We'd be better off keeping him in his box if that happens. It's over and we've failed."
Sophie glared at us and I took Rebekah's hand and led her out of the cemetery.
"Well tonight was an epic failure," Rebekah said to Klaus when he got home.
"On the contrary, sister, tonight was a masterpiece," he grinned.
"Are you mad?" she stood and confronted him. "Katie died before Sophie could complete the spell."
"I'm well aware. I killed Katie," he informed us.
"Come again?" I chimed in.
He poured three drinks. "There's no way our little suicide witch wasn't going to try to take Marcel out with her. I saved his life and in doing so, I now have him exactly where I want him."
I took the drink he offered me, but Rebekah refused hers. "Sophie trusted you! I trusted you against all my better instincts."
"Wake up, Rebekah!" Klaus yelled at his sister. "The witches are on no one's side but their own. This girl, Davina, that's all they want. And when they have her, what do you think happens then; a truce? Of course not; they will use Davina's power against all of us."
"Even if you're right; the plan was to find Elijah and you failed us," she retorted.
"You always did lack faith." Klaus remained calm. "By protecting Marcel I have cemented his faith. So much so, that he's agreed to return Elijah to us and when the time is right, when he has told me everything I need to know about Davina, I will have her for myself."
"I have all the faith in the world," replied Rebekah. "That you'll get what you want, Nik, you always do, no matter what it costs the rest of us. You disgust me."
When she left and I remained nursing my drink, Klaus looked at me. "What about you?" he growled.
"Kill her, torture her, use her; I don't really care," I shrugged. "Just don't talk about her like she's an object. She might have use as a weapon, but she's still just a little girl."
Klaus raised his eyebrows. "That's what's bothering you?"
"No," I growled. "I need to get laid, but I'm trying to be faithful. To your brother. And you took him away and haven't returned him."
"Can I not be your friend?" he yelled.
"Of course you can," I replied gently and stroked his cheek. "You are, but you're not the one I fell in love with."