I hadn't seen Marcellus without a bottle since Davina died. I watched as the vampires gathered in the courtyard and Marcellus picked up his bottle and glass to move. At lease he was drinking out of a glass.

"Dearest brethren, your attention please," Klaus called the vampires to him. "No doubt you'll all surprised to see Thierry Vanchure who's supposed to be rotting in the garden for the crime of killing one of our own and I personally decided to issue him with a pardon. I hope you'll all welcome home, Thierry!"

The group cheered and I looked to Elijah who was leaning against a pillar. He wore a navy suit with a chocolate tie and a pale blue shirt. "What's he up to?" I asked.

"I don't know," he murmured.

"Now, as you all know, the witch Davina is no longer with us," Klaus continued. "Without Davina we can no longer monitor the activity of our which neighbors; however, since their harvest failed, their magic will soon be gone forever. Until then, I say we keep them on their toes. Diego, I wonder if you might lead a rousting in the cauldron."

Everyone agreed enthusiastically, except for Marcellus who left.

I grabbed Elijah's tie and began walking back upstairs. He followed obediently, but not without question: "What are you doing?"

"You," I answered simply. "You've been very tightly wound lately."

"There are important things to do; like find your maker," he grumbled.

I pulled him into my lips. "You are free to run around and pick up this family's mess after you make me come," I breathed.

In a second, I was underneath him on the bed.

"Why's Thierry drinking alone?" I pointed out. "I thought that was Marcellus's shtick."

"Rebekah has been upset with Niklaus," Elijah mused. "Perhaps even conspiring with others…Thierry, is it?"

"That's right," the vampire answered cautiously.

"You know, my sister is rather fond of you," Elijah told him. "Strange, she's not typically drawn to unremarkable me. Would you care to explain your sudden magnetism?"

"I don't know what you're-"

Elijah grabbed Thierry by the throat before he could finish his sentence and pinned him against the wall. "You can either tell me what you know or I can distribute tiny pieces of you throughout the quarter, Liz enjoys tearing off limbs."

"She asked me to keep an eye out on witch stuff!" he squeaked. "I found something and when I showed her we were jumped by some guy. He desiccated her with his touch!"

"Like a coward, you left her!" Elijah growled.

"What was I supposed to do? Fight some warlock that took out an Original?" he gasped.

"Where was the exactly?" Hayley asked. I hadn't even noticed her join us.

"The docks. Warehouse 57," Thierry answered immediately. "I was just doing what she asked. You cannot tell Klaus about this!"

Elijah throw him against the opposite wall. "I shall take that into consideration."

Rebekah was in the warehouse just as Thierry said. She looked like a corpse in the center of a salt circle.

"Rebekah!" Elijah cried as soon as he spotted her.

We ran towards her, but could not pass over the salt.

"What's happening?" Hayley asked.

"Magic," I grumbled.

"Someone is channeling her," Elijah explained. "Typically it's a lethal process, but because she is an Original she cannot die. Instead, she's an endless source of power. We have to get her out of there."

"Should I find Niklaus?" I asked.

Elijah nodded. "I think that might be for the best. I'm going to call Sophie Deveraux."

I returned to the compound where Klaus had gathered all of the vampires, including the Nightwalkers. My phone buzzed with a text from Elijah. Say nothing. Rebekah is safe. I put the phone away and stood amongst the crowd, looking up at Klaus.

He said that they must prove themselves to him because he was trusting in not killing them for uniting against him under Marcellus. "Our community is under attack and I require soldiers. I need warriors, not cowards. Each of you has a decision to make. Either you fight alongside me or you leave…now!"

Thierry was the first to step forward. "We don't owe you anything! If staying in the quarter means living under your rule, I'd just as soon get the hell out."

Dozens left after him, but the rest of us stepped forward and closer together. I looked at the faces around me. I didn't know most of them, but Diego was there and a few others from Marcellus's inner-circle. I still felt I had to make it up to him for conspiring to kill him with Elijah. The two of us were going on killing sprees together before Elijah had even warmed up to me.