"We need you to come to Bonnie's house," said Stefan. He knew he had to be quick to the point. "Somethings happened with Elena...she's going to be a vampire..."
Elijah froze in place, standing inside the front corridor to his family's home inside Mystic Falls. "How did this...happen..." He said, and knew the answer before he could finish. Marcel was present in the corridor. The look upon his face said everything that Elijah needed to know. "I'll be there soon, Stefan..." He then said. Elijah disconnected the call. "Care to explain?" asked Elijah after a heavy silence between them. Elijah's voice was dangerous.
"I killed the doppelganger, Elena Gilbert," admitted Marcel, his tone uneasy. "I knew what Klaus was planning, Elijah. I couldn't allow him to have even more control over New Orleans..."
"How did you even know about her?" Elijah questioned, sounding livid. "And I'll leave you to deal with Niklaus...you took away a very valuable tool from your sire...I never condoned his plans for her, but he will not let this go, Marcel."
"Klaus told me about the Petrova's after I found a painting of Katerina..." Marcel replied. "I don't even think I was a vampire yet. You two fought over them for ages..."
"You did more than kill Elena," replied Elijah icily. "She died with my blood in her system. My blood will make her what she least ever wanted to be. "
"Then it won't be a total loss for you, Elijah," Marcel said coolly.
"What's this..." said Klaus.
Elijah and Marcel both turned to face him. "Marcel has something to tell you, Niklaus..." Elijah said. "You will have to change your plans for Elena...I'm leaving..." Elijah added before leaving Marcel alone to face the consequences with Klaus.
"What have you done, Marcel?'
"I killed her because of the plans you had. Elijah says she won't be down for long though," Marcel replied. "She had his blood in her system."
"Marcel, I should execute you for this," snarled Klaus. He brushed a hand through the hair on his head in frustration. "I wanted an army to protect my family...our family..."
"You don't need an army...you wanted one to wage war on everyone," Marcel replied. "There is a difference, Klaus."
Klaus, in a flash, grabbed Marcel by the neck and slammed him down to the floor. "You will go home," Klaus ordered. "You will go and wait for what I have in store for you. Are we clear? Or should I kill you now and be done with you?" Klaus growled viciously.
"I get it," Marcel said. "You'll never change. Did you even ask your family if they wanted anything to do with this?"
"Go Marcel," Klaus said, ignoring the question.
Marcel shook his head and left the house.
Klaus picked up a near by chair and threw it against a far wall. It broke into pieces.