A/N: Sorry for not leaving an A/N on the last one, was in bit of a rush to get it out. This one also flip flops, but this time not with the Mystic Falls Gang. We'll eventually see more of them, though. I enjoyed writing the prison world and hope you like the moments, even if these chapters will be a bit shorter than the usual. Enjoy!

Beautiful Disaster ~ Chapter XXV

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"Loneliness expresses the pain of being alone and solitude expresses the glory of being alone."

~ Paul Tillich

"You know, you would think after all this time we have spent together I would feel like I was going a bit crazy," Andy stated as she walked down the stairs. They were in an abandoned house in North Carolina around the Asheville area. "I mean it's like I'm talking to myself." She actually meant it for two reasons: one, because she and Emmeline were like identical twins; and two, because Emmeline wasn't the ideal conversational companion. The most she got on a good day was a five minute story about her life over the centuries.

"How do you know you're not?" Emmeline questioned, quirking one of her eyebrows at Andy as she relaxed back into the couch. She had cut off all of her hair months ago, stating it served her no purpose over here and was easier to handle.

"You're making my brain hurt, stop that." Andy rubbed her temples as she came to sit beside the other doppelganger.

Four months since she died. Four months she had been traveling all over the United States with Emmeline. And in these four months, they hadn't found one lead. Not one thing to give Andy the hope of making it back to the Mikaelsons. No, instead she was stuck with Emmeline who was extremely motivated to get her back to life. Andy didn't quite understand why Emmeline was still nice to her even in death but at this point she had no one else to trust and no other options.

Andy had done her best these past few months to not think about the Mikaelsons. Of course they were the ones she wanted to return to, but she didn't expect much to come out of Emmeline's plan of travel around hoping to find a solution when they were the only two people in this prison world. She didn't want to think about how she was the reason Klaus' child had been captured or that Hayley had been turned into a hybrid… This, after all, could be her hell. Alone, no one but herself to keep her company with the thoughts of her failures.

"So what's on today's schedule?" Andy questioned, attempting to keep her thoughts away from New Orleans.

"One, try not to listen to your pessimistic views on returning to the land of the living. Two, pack our things into a car with more than half a tank of gas. Three, go to Mystic Falls."

Andy stopped looking at her nails and slowly turned her head towards Emmeline. Had she heard the woman correctly? "What?"

"You heard me. Get your ass off the couch and help me pack."

Klaus stormed into Lafayette Cemetery, ready to confront the werewolves who were working with Cassie for moonlight rings. After he and Hayley had gone out to the Bayou, he was unhappy to discover that Cassie had given the pack moonlight rings and in return the pack had given the witch their loyalty. He had left Hayley to deal with the pack while he went to show Cassie what she could and couldn't do in his city.

As he moved through the cemetery, he could sense them all around him and he couldn't help as he stopped in the middle of their hiding places, extending his arms out to the side.

"What happened to decorum? Does no one greet their guests anymore?" Klaus waited another moment before he started to walk again, only to be greeted by werewolves emerging from their hiding spots. He couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips. "Well, that's more like it. Although, I am rather disappointed at how many of my once-formidable brethren have been neutered by a 16-year-old girl. Where is she? Where is this witch who dares craft moonlight rings without my permission?" He was turning, looking at each of the werewolves to see if he could spot the idiotic witch.

"Niklaus."

Klaus was surprised to hear his full name used and even more surprised to see the sixteen year old walk through the crowd of werewolves to face him. She had short brown hair and her brown eyes looked at him with emotion he couldn't quite decipher.

"I've been expecting you." The girl said then gestured to the Lycée behind her. "Come, I think it is time we had a chat."

Klaus didn't say a word as he followed the young girl into the Lycée. She led him into one of the meeting rooms on the ground floor and she moved over to a tea set. Klaus glanced around at his surroundings for any red flags before he sat down at the table while he watched the young girl made tea, watching every ingredient she placed in it.

"I must offer my condolences on the tragic loss of your child." Cassie said to him and he felt the anger bubbling in him. He was unsatisfied with her before but even faking sympathy for his daughter just made him angry at her.

Klaus, quite unamused, questioned with narrowed eyes, "Wasn't it your coven who threatened her life?" Cassie didn't respond as she sat the cup of tea in front of herself before she poured one for herself. "Is that tea your idea of a peace offering?"

"Chamomile has lots of healing properties. Did you know that it is also a flowering plant?" She asked him.

"I did. The plants grew wild near my boyhood home. But, neither the tea, nor your botanical musings explain the reason why you've taken it upon yourself to forge new moonlight rings." He leaned toward her, not even touching the cup of tea. He would not be fooled by a sixteen year old witch so easily.

Cassie sat down across from him, taking a sip of her cup. "I assumed that was obvious—an alliance between the wolves and the witches would restore balance to our home."

What could she possibly need an alliance between the wolves and the witches for? "Well, that's a lofty goal for a teenage girl." He commented, his eyes narrowed at her again. Her gaze was unwavering and strong, something he had witnessed before. Who was this girl?

"Long ago, the witches and the wolves were at peace. Then came the vampires—a plague made flesh, a curse on this earth. You have no humanity, and so you punish those who do. Witches have a coven, werewolves have a pack, and so we are a constant reminder of everything that you have forsaken. Creatures such as you will always hate the living, and so we will always have to defend ourselves. The rings level the playing field. If we are united, nothing can stand against us." Even you, Klaus understood the implication of her words. However, he was surprised by her aggressiveness and calmness during her words. He leaned back in his chair, attempting to play off his shock by pretending to be impressed.

"It's an ambitious strategy. But, allow me to offer a few words of advice, if I may be so bold? New Orleans is a vicious place, and your enemies are everywhere. Behind your back, before your eyes. You will need to remain vigilant against those who would seek to destroy you, some of whom you may never see coming."

Cassie simply sipped her tea calmly, and he couldn't trace one flicker of fear in her expression. "I've already begun to take precautions. In fact, I'm taking them as we speak."

Klaus stared at her, confused and a little nervous at her words. She had reminded him of someone and now he had pinned it: Esther. By the way she spoke of vampires, it was similar to when Esther had attempted to kill him and his siblings in Mystic Falls… When she had attempted to use Andy to achieve it. With Andy's death months ago, he couldn't help but connect the dots.

Had Esther been the one to give the order to this coven for Andy's death? She had, after all, given the order to kill her grandchild. Why would she have cared anything about killing Andy?

"I am not listening to David Bowie any more on this trip," Emmeline said as she turned off the radio. "I swear to God, you chose this car because it had all of those damn CDs in it."

Andy smirked over at Emmeline. "What, you weren't a Ziggy Stardust fan?"

"It's kind of difficult to slow down and enjoy the decade when you're busy running from a sociopath and his brother, your ex-boyfriend, who both don't even know you're alive," Emmeline commented as the speed slightly increased. "All the while concealing your sister's hiding place when she doesn't know you lived either."

"I think I would've taken that existence over this one," Andy replied, her gaze going out the window.

Emmeline grew quiet for a few minutes. Finally, she sighed and Andy felt eyes on her. "Hey, we haven't spoken much, I know. But I want you to know if you need to talk about anything, I'm here, alright? You aren't alone, not with me here."

Andy nodded slowly. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm just fine."

"The hell you are," Emmeline scoffed. "Andy, you died. You can't be okay, I know you, despite what you think. I watched you from the very moment you were born. I've always been with you."

"Then where the fuck were you when my life went to hell, huh? When I lost my parents or when I was addict? When I fucked up and let the witches snatch Hayley, ensuring her death and the kid's?"

There were a few moments of silence.

"It's not your fault, Andy. The witches would've gotten a hold of them no matter what. I saw it all happen from the Other Side."

"Just stop," Andy was beginning to feel overwhelmed and panicked. She didn't want to think about the baby or New Orleans or Elijah or Klaus. She just wanted to block it out all and not think about it. "I won't—I can't think about this now."

Klaus finally decided to sip the tea to test what it was. He believed the witch was overconfident in her own abilities. As soon as he put the cup to his lips he tasted the familiar flavor, even the little hints of honey added it.

"Chamomile. It's the same tea my mother made," He noted, his suspicions growing by the moment. "How I loathed it."

He saw a spark of amusement flash in the young girl's eyes. "Would you have preferred mint?"

Klaus was quiet for a moment, carefully observing Cassie before he spoke. "You know, she was insane, my mother." The girl raised her eyebrows at him skeptically. "No, it's true. She believed we were abominations. 'A curse on this earth, stretched out over generations,' is how she put it. But she was the true monster. She changed her children, stole our innocence, made us vampires, condemned us to an eternity of bloodlust, and then acted as if we were to blame."

There it was. He saw it, the clear offense she took at his words. However, it was only there for a brief moment before she covered it up with a poker face.

"She sounds awful. Are you building to a question, Niklaus?"

There was the next piece falling right in place. She had used his full name. "You use my full name, as though we are familiars. I find it insulting." He paused for a moment, "Before she died, a witch revealed that your coven was under my mother's influence." He gave her a fake smile. "Does she speak to you now?"

Cassie gave him an equally fake smile back. "She doesn't have to—I know exactly what she would say. She would tell you to go to your room for being so rude."

Klaus couldn't help as his face distorted in anger. "Tell me, was it her who gave the order for the death of a most beloved doppelgänger?"

Cassie stared at him for a brief moment. "The Gilbert girl was a threat that was dealt with. It matters not who gave the order. Her death had been desired by all the covens in New Orleans since the moment she arrived."

"And why is that?"

Cassie hesitated. "She was a major political force with mystical blood stemming farther back than even your own. Had she survived, she would have been the death of your family. I'm surprised you aren't happier about her death."

Klaus lost his temper, unable as he slammed his hand over Cassie's, and stared the young girl in the eye. This was Esther, he knew for sure now. He wouldn't accept anything else. Before he could out her, a group of werewolves came in and surrounded the young witch threateningly.

"It's okay. Niklaus was just leaving." Cassie said as she stood and began to head out herself.

"I will happily kill them all!" Klaus threatened.

The witch stopped walking and turned to face him. "Then, you will have murdered members of the very pack you still hope to someday lead. Besides, there's no need for bloodshed. We can always resume this discussion another day." She paused for a brief moment. "Goodnight, Niklaus. We will speak again soon."

Andy was walking through an unfamiliar home. Where was she? It was a nice home, silent and warm. It reminded her of her childhood home before her parents' deaths.

She moved up the stairs and her feet moved towards a door at the end of the hall. She was unable to stop herself, she walked straight for it. Gingerly pushing the door open, she saw it was a nursery. She heard a baby cry and instinctively walked over to the crib. A beautiful baby girl lay within and the moment the baby's eyes landed on her, the cries ceased.

"Hey there," Andy whispered, reaching her hand out to gently caress the child's forehead. "You're such a pretty baby. What's your name, I wonder?" She picked the child up from the crib and slowly began rocking her in her arms. "Don't worry, I'm still here. I'll be here for you, always and forever."

"Hey, wake up," Andy's eyes shot open to see they were at a gas station. "We're at a pit stop. Time to switch so I can get some rest."

Without a breath, Andy and Emmeline switched seats. Within five minutes of being on the road Emmeline dozed off in the passenger seat, leaving Andy alone to her thoughts.

For the past months she had been trapped in this prison world, Andy had been having this dreams with this child in it. She had simply chalked it up to her feelings towards Klaus' child. She thought it was just another part of her punishment, to see the child that Klaus could have had had it not been for her inability to protect Hayley.

Andy had found herself not wishing for the Mikaelsons back. As much as she loved them, she didn't think she deserved to be returned to them. How could she ever make it up to them after what happened? How could she ever face them again knowing she was the reason why the child hadn't survived? Even Elijah had barely been able to look at her and when he did he had so much anger in him. No, she decided as she slowed the speed of the car, I do not deserve that happiness anymore.

Davina waited at Rousseau's, every few seconds she would glance back at her phone to see if she had gotten a message or some other message from Kaleb. She had met the boy a few days back at the record store she and Drea used to frequent before the owner Joe was killed. The boy was attractive and normal and frustratingly charming. She couldn't help but be drawn to him.

The last few months Davina had been busy with keeping Mikael in check and strengthening her own power. She hadn't spoken to Marcel much at all since he was exiled and she spent most of the time by herself since being around a resurrected Original was not as fun as you would imagine. She wished that things were back the way they had been, when Drea would spend days with her. When Marcel would hang out, when she was convinced one day Marcel and Drea would end up together… Back when everyone was alive and when they didn't have to worry about Klaus or any other Originals terrorizing the town. Back before Drea and Marcel both chose the Mikaelsons over her.

Davina had looked up to Drea like an older sister. The vampire had slowly began slipping away from her as she became distracted by her returning memories. By the time Davina had returned from the dead, she felt like she had lost Drea completely. Not Kol, though. Kol would spend endless hours with her, sharing new spells with her and actually being kind to her. Of course, he was still a Mikaelson and was the one who came up with the plan to kill Tim. For that she would never be able to forgive him. He had tried coming back to grovel months ago but she had shut him down immediately. She hadn't cared to hear his apologizes or his explanations. He had condemned innocent boy to death, one she had cared for immensely. He had conspired against her with Klaus; for that alone she would never forgive him.

"Hello, darling," Davina looked up to see Kaleb approaching her. She couldn't help a smile spread across her face, even if the pet name reminded her of Kol.

"Kaleb, hey," She gestured to the seat in front of you. "I was afraid someone was going to steal your spot."

"Sorry about that," Kaleb said as he took a seat. "Had a bit of family business to take care of."

Davina nodded. "It's fine. I'm just glad I wasn't left here all by myself."

"Such a beautiful girl as yourself, I'm glad I got here before someone else snatched you up." Comments like that reminded her of Kol as well. His flirtations and wittiness were too similar to Kol to not send a slight pang of hurt through her every time he spoke with that accent of his.

After they ordered their food, Davina decided she wanted to get to know Kaleb a little better. This was the first time she had felt normal since she had come back to life. She began questioning Kaleb about his family.

Kaleb let out a slight scoff. "My family? Oh, no. They're all crazy as loons. How about your family?"

Davina hadn't thought of her biological parents in so long; she had considered Marcel and Drea to be the closest thing she had ever felt to parents. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and hesitated before speaking. "Not much to say. Only child. My dad was distant, which is a lot better than my mom."

"Mommy issues, eh? Bet she's a control freak, right?" Davina nodded in confirmation. "Yeah, same as mine. She's the reason I stopped practicing magic for so long."

Davina paused for a moment, unable to help the shock that spread across her expression. "You're a witch?" She questioned, suddenly feeling used and threatened.

"Don't look so surprised, love. I didn't just ask you out because you're gorgeous. No, we're, uh... we're kindred souls."

Davina couldn't even think over the flirtation. She regarded him with confusion and suspicion. "What do you mean?"

"I know your story, Davina. I mean, you're practically famous. You're the Harvest girl who told them all to shove it." He paused a beat, allowing her to process his words. "I'm a lot like you. Don't really believe in rules and authority. Your courage, it should be celebrated."

Davina couldn't help the small smile that broke out on her face. She had been ex-communicated from all the covens in New Orleans for months and for Kaleb to praise her actions, she felt a smile spread on her face. The two stared at each other for a moment until Davina's phone rang, interrupting their conversation. Davina sighed as she saw who it was. Marcel.

"I'm so sorry, he'll just keep calling until I answer. I'll make it quick." Davina said before she left to take the call.

Nearby, Finn Mikaelson watched as the young witch ran off. Once she was out of earshot, he approached his brother in his new body.

"You're stalling," Finn noted.

Kol rolled his eyes with a sigh. "No, that's not creepy at all, watching me on me own date."

Finn was growing annoyed with his younger brother. "Stop complimenting her and find out what she's hiding. Did you not have a previous relationship with her? Use it to your advantage."

"She wouldn't speak to me if she knew I was in this body. She's a bit angry over the time I killed her almost boyfriend," Kol replied sharply to his brother. "Besides, I'm wooing her, Finncent. It requires charm, and personality—something you'd know nothing about."

"Our mother wants answers, and if you can't get them, we'll do this my way."

"Oh, what are you gonna do? You gonna bore her until she can't help but tell you everything?" Kol questioned, a smug smirk on his face.

Finn placed a hand on his younger brother's shoulder. "If you want to find out if someone has a weapon, you provoke them into using it."

Elijah sat in the car with Marcel as he drove to the French Quarter. Marcel was on the phone with Davina, who Elijah now knew to have the white oak stake that could kill his entire family. He knew not how she came by it, only that he wanted it back.

"I never said I had it."

Marcel sighed, clearly frustrated by the teenager. "The thing is, Elijah thinks you do. Matter of fact, he's convinced."

"Well, let Elijah think what he wants."

"You're not safe, D. Anyone who's ever wanted to kill an Original is gonna be coming after you."

"Fine. Let them try."

Marcel, exasperatedly, demanded, "D, come on! Just tell me where you are." Davina was silent on the other end. "Hey, we can talk about this!"

Davina angrily responded. "I'm at Rousseau's. Don't bother coming. I'm leaving now." Davina hung up on them. Elijah gave Marcel a look and started to drive faster toward the Quarter.

"Dammit," Marcel said as he put his phone away. "She would have listened to Drea." Elijah didn't respond to that. After a few moments Marcel spoke up again. "You never told me where Drea was buried."

Elijah glanced back over at him. "What is it to you?"

"Just curious," Marcel responded after a moment. "There's also the rumor going around that it was you and your brother who killed her, all because she failed to save Hayley and the child from the Guerreras."

"Rest assured, Marcellus, my family and I would not have harmed one hair on Andrea Gilbert's head," Elijah practically snarled, glaring over at Marcel, who held his hands up in defense.

"I didn't say I believed the rumor, but the witch we're going to see right now does. However, I saw Drea's body, what happened to her. And I saw when she was around you two. You both would have died from the guilt alone," Marcel answered. "Going back to my earlier question, I care because Drea was one of my people. She was sired to me, yes, but she was more loyal than I ever would have asked of anyone. And she was my friend and Davina's. So I'd like to be able to pay my respects, given it is outside of the Quarter."

"She is not buried yet," Elijah finally answered after a few moments of silence. Marcel looked over at him in surprise. "Niklaus… We were searching for a way to bring her back. We were in contact with her family in Mystic Falls – they had just lost a couple of their own and were searching for a solution… But there were none. The Other Side was destroyed and there was no proof that it didn't take Andrea down with it. We are uncertain what to do… Whether we should burn it or burry it." It was easier to say "it" than "her" in Elijah's mind; saying "her" was acknowledging Andy was gone and despite his words to Elena, he didn't want to believe she was lost forever.

The rest of their ride was silent.

When the two vampires made their way to Rousseau's, the crowd of people had rushed out and Elijah smelled the blood before he had seen anything that happened. Without a moment's hesitation he rushed in and saw that Davina was being attacked. Immediately he shoved the vampire off of her before turning to fight the said vampire. However, when he saw his face, it caused him to stop in his tracks.

"Father?"

Mikael stood to his feet, looking at Elijah in contempt. "Hello, son. I'd hoped to see your brother first, but we have some unfinished business as well."

Elijah attacked his father, and the two began to fight. Mikael pulled the white oak stake out of the waistband of his pants and aims it for Elijah's heart while Elijah desperately tries to push his arms away. Distantly Elijah heard Marcel enter and argue with Davina, but he was too busy trying to stop his own death from happening. For a fraction of a second he considered allowing Mikael to drive the stake towards him so he could reunite with Andrea… but he knew he couldn't leave his family alone, even if the thought of her alone was killing him.

However, in his brief moment of distraction, Mikael was able to get the upper-hand and impaled the tip of the stake in Elijah's chest. He screamed out in pain. However, before Mikael finished the job, he ran over to Davina. Elijah was gasping for air, looking over as Davina held the bracelet around her wrist tightly.

"Stop! Go back, now." Davina commanded.

Mikael sighed and reluctantly vamp-sped away. Elijah, who is still gasping as he healed from Mikael's attack, stared at Davina in horror. What had she done?

Davina shook her head at both of them before leaving. Elijah glanced over to see a young teenage boy behind the bar, looking stunned himself. Elijah gave a threatening glare to the boy. "Something to say?"

"Not me, mate. Not a bloody thing."

Andy couldn't help the wave of melancholy that washed over her as she crossed the border into Mystic Falls. This was her childhood home, the place where she had never thought she'd leave. Boy was she wrong.

"Emmy," Andy said, nudging the sleeping doppelgänger with her free hand. "Earth to Emmy; get your doppel-ass up."

Emmeline groaned and yawned as she opened her eyes. "I was supposed to drive the rest of the way."

"You looked so peaceful sleeping. I took a few pictures because, damn, if I look like that when I'm sleeping I must be a bombshell," Andy threw a grin over at her. "Anyways, you needed your rest. You've slept less than I have." Emmeline looked like she was about to argue but Andy interrupted. "Don't even try. I'm a vampire too, you know. You don't give me near enough credit."

"Pull over and I'll drive."

"Fine. Pushy." Once they switched, Andy felt her eyes growing heavy. Staring at nothing for hours on end with only two CDs to listen to could take a real toll on you. "Hey, can we stop by the Salvatore Boarding House? Damon's bed is super comfy."

"I don't know, Stefan's was nice." Andy's head snapped over to Emmeline. Emmeline gave her a knowing smirk before pushing the gas down further.

Once Elijah arrived home, he made a beeline for his brother. He found his brother in the wine cellar, distracted by the bottle of alcohol in his hand. Elijah knew clearly upset and anxious – he had just nearly died after all – but Klaus was too distracted to notice right away.

"It is worse than we thought," Klaus commented as he broke the neck off of a bottle of liquor and drank a large gulp of it before he continued. "I met the witch, Cassie. I studied her—her presence, the way she carried herself, the fervor with which she voiced her hatred of our kind. I looked into that girl's eyes, and, I swear to you, Elijah, she's not just guided by our mother. She is our mother."

Elijah was already overwhelmed and worried about his earlier encounter with Mikael and Klaus' revelation flabbergasted. "What is happening?" He questioned.

Klaus turned towards Elijah with a fury in his eyes. "I'm going to kill her. I will boil her bones and feed them to the dogs, if that's what it takes."

Elijah attempted to interrupt his brother, to inform him it had gotten a lot worse than they thought. "Niklaus—"

Klaus was becoming agitated and panicky, something Elijah knew he did not wish to deal with. "What? What could possibly be more important than the return of our mother?"

For a brief moment Elijah considered not telling Klaus, knowing full well he would go after the young witch who had their father bound. With a sigh he began to speak. "...Our father. I saw him standing there in the flesh as you do now. He was enslaved with some spell cast by Davina. He holds the stake. If she chooses to release him..."

"Well, then there's only one question we need to ask, isn't there? Which of our parents do we kill first?"

Klaus and Elijah moved to the courtyard, where they found Hayley leading in the Crescent wolves who aren't aligned with their mother. Hayley didn't notice them right away, and instead addressed her pack mates.

"Take any of the rooms on the first floor." While Klaus walked over to speak with Hayley, Elijah lingered a few feet away on one of the balconies.

"Are we running a kennel now?" Klaus questioned, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"I'll handle them." Hayley assured, no amusement in her expression.

Klaus rolled his eyes as he put his arms behind his back. "Our family is under siege. It is not the time for guests."

"If they're not with us, they're with the witches. You asked me to step up. This is me stepping up."

Klaus couldn't help the smile that formed on his face. "Well, it seems I'm a good influence on you after all."

As Elijah watched the two of them from afar, and he couldn't help but be pulled back into a memory, one that had become prominent in his memory as of late. When he had to push Marcel away because Klaus grew jealous and felt threatened by Elijah's bond with the young boy. He had always had to take a step back because of Klaus' jealousy, with Anastasia, with Emmeline, with Marcel and even Andy.

After the Gilbert came to New Orleans he had set boundaries because he knew Andrea was the only way his brother would at least attempt to correct his ways. However, even after he had obtained her, he continued his treacherous ways. Who had been there to pick up the pieces? Elijah. No, Klaus never apologized for his actions, that's what Elijah was there for. Elijah thought a friendship with Andrea was the way to move past his feelings for her but they only grew stronger with every smile she threw his way. His pain only grew every time she ran back to Klaus… until she didn't. She wasn't able to because the witches had killed her.

"I don't see Oliver amongst them. Am I to assume you finished him off?" Klaus was asking Hayley as Elijah tuned back into their conversation.

"We made a deal. He'll pledge his loyalty to Cassie, report back, and tell me everything that he learns."

Klaus smiled proudly at the hybrid. "Well done!"

Elijah watched as Klaus walked away then. Should he go speak to Hayley? He had kissed her months back after all. He did feel something for the hybrid at the time, but his emotions had been running crazy because of Andrea's back and forth with Klaus. He was growing frustrated and had kissed Hayley out of impulse… However, that didn't mean he didn't care for her. It had become difficult between the two, with him uncertain how to comfort her when he was in his own turmoil.

Elijah began to descend the stairs, deciding to go check in with Marcel and see if he had spoken with Davina since Mikael's attack at Rousseau's earlier. Just as he was almost out the door, he ran smack into Hayley. She looked at him in confusion.

"Well, you two have your hands full." He commented, uncertain what else to say.

"Were you just leaving?"

Elijah was quiet for a moment. "To be perfectly honest with you, the presence of all of them here, it's... it's a little much," He shook his head after a moment of reconsideration. "No, perhaps it's for the best. You should be with your kind." With that, he walked out the door, his mind on his parents return to life.

If they had managed to get themselves back here, did that mean Andy had also?

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The End of Chapter XXV

A/N: Yes, Kol is Kaleb in this story. However, I'm taking a different approach to Kol's reasons, which will be revealed in later chapters. Hope you enjoyed! The next chapter should be out next week sometime!