Elowen was walking towards the driveway, about to make her way to the boarding house to help Toby with Elena. He had to really convince her, because he knew that if she agreed, Stefan and Damon would help. She took mainly pity on him and decided to agree. She made it to her car when her phone started to ring. She pulled it out of her pocket and saw that it was Klaus. She answered it without a second thought.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Klaus chuckled. "I just wanted to call and ask if you wanted to revisit our partner in crime status?"

Elowen unlocked her car and settled into the driver's seat.

"Hm. Depends."

"Is that so? So you're saying you enjoyed being my right hand woman?"

"I guess you can say I've come to see the appeal of being the bad guy. Not saying it's who I want to be, but it can be fun if you're doing it with the right person."

"I take it that I'm the right person?"

"I suppose you could say that. What are you proposing?"

"According to our lovely friend Katherine Pierce, there's a witch in New Orleans planning an attack on me."

"And you want me to come investigate with you. You're perfectly capable of doing this on your own."

"Well, as you said, this whole business can be fun if you're doing it with the right person."

"I take it that I'm the right person?" Elowen asked what Klaus has just asked, her voice teasing.

"I suppose you could say that," Klaus replied easily, also repeating her. "What do you say, old friend?"

Elowen thought this over for a moment.

"Hm. Consider me in. When do we leave?"

xxxx

Damon's phone beeped with a new text. He pulled it out to check the message and frowned when he read it. Stefan tilted his head when he saw his expression. He nodded at the phone.

"What is it?"

"Elowen. She says that she can't make it."

Toby entered the library at that moment and he furrowed his eyebrows when he heard Damon.

"What?"

"'Something came up. Gonna be gone for awhile. Don't wait up'," Damon read off. "What the hell does that mean?"

"I think I know."

They all looked over and saw Katherine standing in the entrance.

"Katherine," Stefan said in surprise.

"The one and only… sort of. So, when's the welcome party?"

She walked further into the room and went to pour herself a drink.

"Sorry, can we get back to the part where you know where Elowen went?" Damon asked.

Katherine smirked. "Klaus is gone."

"Wait, what do you mean he's gone?" Stefan questioned in confusion.

"Still doesn't answer my question," Damon quipped.

"Relax, I'm getting there." Katherine took a sip of her drink. "Remember those two werewolf girls, Hayley and Alani? It turns out they were just the thing we needed to get Klaus out of our lives for good. I told him there was a little problem in New Orleans, and he must've called in for some backup."

"... Elowen," Damon realized.

"Bingo. Who better to take with him on a mission than a witch from the most powerful elemental bloodline who happens to be able to channel a hundred dead witches? She would be my first choice, too, if it were me. She sure fares better than the likes of you three." She glanced at Toby. "Especially you."

Stefan shook her head. "I don't get it. She has no reason to help Klaus."

"Maybe, but it's common knowledge that your girlfriend has a knack for making friends with your enemies. Hell, she even won me over, and that's saying something, considering I wanted her dead when I first got to town. Unlike you, she considers him a friend, and he considers her an ally. Put two and two together, and…"

"You get the dynamic duo of the century," Damon finished.

"Exactly. Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer."

xxxx

Hayley and Alani sat at a mostly empty bar sometime during the day. The bartender walked up to them.

"Third time in here this week."

Alani smirked. "We're kind of obsessed with the gumbo, Jane Anne."

"You know, ladies in the 9th ward say my sister, Sophie, bleeds a piece of her soul into every dish."

Jane Anne glanced across the room and into the kitchen, where her sister was working.

Hayley leaned forward and lowered her voice. "I asked around the quarter about my family…"

Jane Anne lowered her voice as well. "And?"

"Nothing. Zero. I can't find a single person who remembers them."

"Because, Hayley, people like you were run out of here years ago."

"What do you mean, 'people like me'?"

Jane Anne walked around the bar and came to stand beside Alani. She had grabbed a map and set it on the table.

"In the bayou, they call the werewolves 'Roux Ga Roux'." She circled a place on the map. "You head out there, you'll find what you're looking for. Be careful. It's the last place you'd ever want to go."

Hayley took the map from her and started collecting her things. Alani smiled at Jane Anne.

"Thanks."

After they were gone, Jane Anne exchanged looks with Sophie, revealing that she had strands of Alani's hair in her hand.

xxxx

It was nighttime by the time Hayley and Alani made it to where the map had been marked. Hayley parked the car and Alani took out the map to check that they were in the right place. Suddenly, the map lit up in flames.

"What the…?" Hayley gasped in surprise as Alani quickly threw the map out of the open window.

"Okay, Hails, this just got creepy," Alani said. "Let's just go."

Hayley nodded. She put the car in reverse and started to back up when smoke erupted from under the hood and the car stalled.

Hayley scoffed. "Are you kidding me?"

Hayley got out of the car and Alani followed suit. Alani was already dialing a number on her phone.

"Hey, I'm looking for a tow service?" She asked when the line connected.

A high pitched, ear piercing frequency noise started coming from her phone and Alani winced and drew it away from her ear. She tossed it on the ground and stomped on it to stop the sound. Hayley furrowed her eyebrows.

"Whoa, what's wrong?"

Alani shook her head. "I don't know."

At least a dozen shadowy figures started to descend on the two of them. They looked around in alarm, but before they could do anything, Alani's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell over. Hayley's eyes widened as she quickly caught Alani and gently laid her on the ground.

"Alani? Alani!"

Hayley wasn't able to do or say anything else as someone came up behind her and placed a cloth over her mouth. She, too, fell unconscious, leaving the both of them defenseless.

xxxx

Klaus and Elowen stood on a street corner, people watching.

"Ever been to New Orleans before, love?" Klaus asked.

Elowen shook her head. "Nope. Stefan, Damon and Toby came here once on 'how to break the sire bond' business, but I was too busy keeping an eye on a newbie vamp who didn't know control yet. His sister went in my place."

"I take it you're talking about the triplets you and your gang managed to adopt?"

"For the record, we didn't accidentally adopt them. We were forced to take them in when Damon impulsively turned one of them so Adriana would have no choice but to trigger her hunter's mark. Turning them away would've cast us as the bad guys, so here we are."

"Right. And how's that going for you?"

Elowen shrugged. "They're not bad, to be honest. Veronica has a bit of an attitude problem and Adriana comes across as a damsel in distress, but Angel's cool. He's the oldest, so I guess we relate to each other on a big sibling level."

"Well, as fun as this is, I think it's time I showed you around. Shall we?"

Klaus and Elowen moved from the street corner and entered a marketplace. Klaus seemed to be leading them over to a specific table where a woman was sitting, presumably a witch, judging by the crystal ball and other things that were spread across the table. She saw them and immediately started packing up her things. They reached her and Klaus took the seat in front of her.

"Good afternoon. Time for one more?"

"I have nothing to say to you," the woman replied. She glanced at Elowen. "Either of you."

"Oh, now that's not very amiable, is it? You don't even know us."

"I know what you are. Half vampire, half beast. You're the hybrid."

Klaus smiled. "I'm the Original hybrid, actually, but that's a long story for another time."

Elowen tilted her head. "And what about me?"

The woman looked up at Elowen. "Another poor, unfortunate soul he's tricked into doing his dirty work. Another witch caught up in vampire problems."

"Hm." Elowen pretended to think things over. "Yeah, I'm not liking that title." She looked down at Klaus. "What was it you called me?"

Klaus smirked. "Ah, yes. My partner in crime. My right hand woman. She's far from a useless pawn. She's the real deal and she means business, much like I do. I'm looking for someone. A witch. Perhaps you might be able to help me find her. Jane Anne Deveraux."

The woman reacted to the name, her face dropping and going stoic. She shook her head.

"Sorry. I don't know."

Elowen faux pouted. "Aw, that sounds like a lie." She glanced down at Klaus again. "Did that sound like a lie to you, Klaus?"

"It sure did, Elowen." Klaus reached over and took the woman's hand. "Now, you see, I know that you're a true witch amongst this sea of poseurs, so enough with the fabrications. I've quite a temper."

"He really does," Elowen agreed. "Wouldn't want things to get ugly, right?"

The woman pulled her hand away from Klaus.

"Witches don't talk out of school in the quarter. The vampire won't allow it. Those are the rules. I don't break Marcel's rules."

Elowen frowned at the name. Marcel, as in Marcellus?

"Marcel's rules?" Klaus asked. "Where do you suppose I might find Marcel?"

xxxx

Klaus and Elowen were walking towards a bar that the witch had directed them to.

"Is this the same Marcellus that-?" Elowen tried to ask, but Klaus cut her off.

"Whatever you were about to say is probably correct, seeing as you referred to him as Marcellus and not Marcel. May I inquire about who told you?"

"Oh, nobody. It was all thanks to my handy dandy power. Rebekah confirmed it, though."

"Rebekah. Of course."

They found the bar without a hitch and entered. On the stage, a man was performing karaoke. Elowen leaned over to Klaus.

"Is that him?"

"Yes."

Marcel finished his song and got off of the stage. He headed over to where his friends were. One of them passed him a drink, which he took. After shooting it back, he paused. Slowly, he looked over and saw Klaus. There was an immediate tension. All fun was gone from Marcel's friends and they all stepped forward in defense. Elowen glanced between Klaus and Marcel uncertainly.

"Klaus," Marcel said.

"Marcel," Klaus replied.

"Must be a hundred years since that nasty business with your papa."

"Has it been that long?"

Klaus and Marcel started to approach each other. Elowen trailed loosely behind.

"The way I recall it, he ran you outta town. Left a trail of dead vampires in his wake."

"And yet, how fortunate you managed to survive. My father, I'm afraid, I recently incinerated to dust."

It turned out the friends gathered behind Marcel weren't the only ones there that were on his team. Soon, more than half of the bar were on their feet and ready to fight. Elowen, feeling slightly on edge, used some of her powers to create a small gust of wind throughout the bar. Some of the lights flickered, causing Marcel's friends to look around the building in confusion. Marcel briefly glanced in her direction, but didn't say anything.

"Well, if I'd known you were coming back in town, if I had a heads up-"

"What, Marcel? What would you have done?"

Klaus and Marcel were nose to nose now. There was a pause.

"I'd have thrown you a damn parade."

Marcel's face broke out into a wide grin, which Klaus returned. Elowen felt herself breathing a sigh of relief. The breeze in the bar ceased to exist and the lights stopped flickering. Marcel and Klaus embraced as if they were long lost brothers who hadn't seen each other in awhile.

"Niklaus Mikaelson. My mentor, my savior, my sire. Let's get you a drink."

xxxx

Marcel, Klaus and Elowen all sat at a private table in a room by themselves, save for a couple of Marcel's friends stationed outside the door. Marcel poured out drinks for the three of them. He nodded at Elowen.

"So, who's your friend?"

"His friend can speak for herself," Elowen spoke up before Klaus could. Klaus smirked at this.

"Bit of a warning, mate. She has a mouth."

Marcel held his hands up in surrender. "My bad. I shouldn't talk about a woman like she isn't in the room. So, what's your name?"

Elowen glanced down at the drink Marcel poured for her, but didn't pick it up. Instead, she leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms.

"Elowen."

"Elowen. Interesting name. Where'd your parents come up with that one?"

Elowen shrugged. "Not sure. I think my mom saw it in one of those mommy magazines."

That was a lie. Esmeralda had actually been very picky about settling on a name for Elowen. She'd gone through several E names, including Emery, Eileen and Emilia. The stupid family tradition heavily limits the pool of names you can choose from, so Esmeralda had to be careful not to pick a basic name that had probably already circled its way through the family multiple times. That immediately eliminated names like Emily and Elizabeth. In her desperation to be different and unique, she ended up picking Elowen. Her middle name, however, was what Esmeralda would've liked to go with had she been brave enough to break tradition. In case you were wondering, Elowen's middle name is Selena.

Marcel chuckled lightly. "Where'd Klaus pick up a pretty little thing like you?"

"She's more than just a pretty face," Klaus cut in lightly. "You should really see her in action. It's quite impressive, really."

Elowen smirked at Klaus's compliment. She turned her attention back to Marcel.

"To answer your question, he didn't pick me up. How we met is a long story, but we eventually realized we could be useful to each other and called a truce."

Marcel quirked an eyebrow. "That's it?"

"That's it."

"Hm." Marcel turned from Elowen to Klaus. "It's good to see you."

Klaus smiled. "It's good to be home. Although, please tell me the current state of Bourbon Street is not your doing."

Marcel laughed. "Something's gotta draw in the out of towners, otherwise we'd all go hungry."

Klaus glanced over at one of the men standing guard outside the door and took notice of the daylight ring he was wearing.

"I see your friends are daywalkers."

"Yeah, yeah, I shared the secret of your daylight ring with a few buddies. Just the inner circle, though. The family."

Elowen tilted her head. "Huh. Where'd you find a witch willing to make daylight rings? Those are far and few in between. Witches don't usually want anything to do with vampires."

"I got the witches around here wrapped around my finger," Marcel told her smugly.

Elowen tilted her head again and narrowed her eyes in suspicion. Witches scared of one, single vampire? Something wasn't adding up. What exactly did he have over them?

Klaus chuckled at this. "Is that so? I'm looking for a witch by the name of Jane Anne Deveraux. Has some business with me."

"You're looking for Jane Anne?" Marcel asked. "You probably oughta come with me." He stood up with a laugh. "Showtime!"

xxxx

Marcel led Klaus and Elowen through the French Quarter at night. There was a large crowd of people beginning to form behind them, as well as vampires hopping from rooftop to rooftop above them and jumping down on the hoods of cars parked on the street, effectively setting off the alarms.

"Oh, how's your family?" Marcel asked, breaking the silence.

"Those who live hate me more than ever," Klaus replied.

"Ah, forget 'em. If your blood relations let you down, make your own, eh? You taught me that, and what's mine is yours, as always. Even my nightwalkers, the riff raff."

Marcel nodded up at the rooftops. They passed by a tree and Marcel swiftly grabbed a branch from it. Elowen watched the vampires on top of the buildings for a moment.

"Can they be anymore obvious? What happened to being subtle?" She asked.

Marcel laughed. "It's the quarter. Ain't no such thing as subtle, baby. Hey, what about you, your family? You got any?"

"I do. Unlike Klaus, they don't hate me." She nudged Klaus's shoulder. "No offense."

"I'm gonna go ahead and say none taken, but only because I like you," Klaus responded.

Elowen smiled cheekily. "Love you, too."

Marcel grinned at the two of them. "Tell me, brothers? Sisters? Parents?"

"Baby brother, mom, aunt and aunt's girlfriend," Elowen replied nonchalantly.

"What, no dad?"

"He's dead," Elowen answered shortly. Alaric was still a sore subject. "Klaus's sister killed him."

"Ouch. That's gotta hurt."

Moving on, Marcel lifted his fingers to his mouth and whistled loudly. The crowd cheered. One of the vampires brought a woman forward, presumably Jane Anne. Her wrists were bound together with rope.

"Jane Anne Deveraux! Give it up for Jane Anne! Come on, let's hear it!"

The crowd cheered again as Marcel hyped them up.

"Jane Anne Deveraux, you have been accused of the practice of witchcraft beyond the bounds of the rules set forth, and enforced, by me. How do you plead?" He turned and faced Klaus and Elowen. "Was that convincing? I studied law back in the 50s. Hold that thought." He returned back to Jane Anne. "Seriously, Jane, tick tock. You know the drill. How do you plead?"

"I didn't do anything," Jane Anne said at last.

Marcel and the crowd included all laughed at this.

"Mm, that's a lie. You know it, I know it, and you hate that I know it. It drives you witches crazy that I'm aware of your every move, that you can't do magic in this town without getting caught. So, why don't we just cut to the chase, huh? You tell me what magic you're brewing. I mean, tell me. I'll grant you lenience. Hey, I am, after all, a merciful man."

The crowd went silent as they waited for Jane Anne's answer. She scoffed.

"Rot in hell, monster."

The crowd started to mutter in shock as Jane Anne's defiance. Marcel smiled.

"I'll tell you what. I'll give you one more chance."

Marcel turned and started walking away, but suddenly whirled back around and swung the branch he'd grabbed earlier, whipping it so fast that it sliced open Jane Anne's throat. Marcel shrugged.

"Or not."

Elowen leaned up the whisper in Klaus's ear.

"He's like a mini you. I'm kind of impressed. What exactly did you teach this guy?"

Klaus didn't answer her. Instead, he did his best to mask his anger so it wouldn't show on his face. In the end, he only looked slightly displeased. Elowen knew the truth, though. Klaus approached Marcel, grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.

"What was that?"

"Hey! Come walk with me." Marcel said as if nothing were wrong. "The witches aren't allowed to do magic here. She broke the rules."

"I told you that I wanted to talk to her."

"Hey, I'm sorry. I got caught up in the show. Those witches, they think that they can still have power in this town. I have to show them that they don't. I never waste an opportunity for a show of force, another lesson that I learned from you. Besides, anything that you could've gotten outta her, I can find out for you, and I will. I promise."

Klaus considered this for a few moments. Elowen watched on curiously. She knew there was no way Klaus was going to let it slip why he was back in New Orleans, not even to an old friend, but she still wondered how he would handle this. She wouldn't be surprised if he decided to just up and rip Marcel's heart out and deal with the aftermath of his friends enacting their revenge.

Klaus smiled. "Well, whatever it was, doesn't matter anymore, does it?"

Marcel smiled back. "Good, good. Then let's eat, 'cause all that spilled blood makes me hungry."

Marcel started to walk off. Elowen and Klaus hung back. As one of Marcel's friends passed them, Elowen's hand shot out to grab his arm.

"You. Any more Deveraux witches where she came from? I'd answer truthfully if I were you."

xxxx

Klaus and Elowen entered a bar that the vampire had directed them to after Klaus stepped in and helped Elowen intimidate him.

"You're starting to get a little bold, love," Klaus said into her ear as they approached the kitchen. "A far cry from the girl I first met a year ago. If only you were blonde."

Elowen laughed. "Ha! I don't think Stefan and Damon would be okay with that. I'll take the compliment, though."

"As you should. Not to mention, you're quite the looker, aren't you?"

Elowen raised an eyebrow. "Two compliments in a row?" She smirked a little. "Careful, I might have to do something about that."

"If I were anyone else, I'd say that's a turn on."

"I'm flattered."

Klaus smirked and Elowen shot him a flirtatious wink. They finally made it to the kitchen, where a woman was chopping up vegetables, clearly upset and trying not to cry. She turned around and was startled to see Klaus and Elowen standing behind her.

"You're Klaus," she said. She glanced at Elowen. "And you've brought a friend."

"I am, and I did," Klaus replied. "You're upset. Sophie, isn't it? I assume this is because of what I just witnessed with your sister on the corner of Royal and St. Ann?"

"Did you enjoy the show?" Sophie snapped.

Elowen shrugged. "Eh. A little too melodramatic." She turned to Klaus. "Don't you think?"

Klaus nodded. "Not exactly my taste. What did your sister want with me? Why did Marcel kill her?"

Sophie opened her mouth to reply when she noticed two men arrive at the bar.

"I see you brought a couple more friends."

Elowen frowned. Her and Klaus turned to look at the two men, then back at Sophie. Elowen shook her head.

"They're not with us."

"They're with Marcel. That's all that matters. I know you built this town, but this is his town now. He killed my sister because she broke the rules, so I talk to you in front of them, I'm next."

Sophie turned and left. Klaus and Elowen shared a glance before walking over to the two men. Klaus reached them and tightly gripped their shoulders. Elowen leaned on the bar next to them.

"Hey, quick question," she spoke up. "Are you guys following us?"

"Marcel said we're your guides," one of the men replied.

"Did he now? Huh. Klaus, what do you say about that?"

"I say, let me be exceedingly clear about something," Klaus said lowly. "If either of you follow us again, you'll do so without the benefit of a spine."

Elowen scratched her head and used a brief wave of her powers, enough to send a piercing high frequency out that only the two vampires could hear. They both winced in discomfort and covered their ears.

"Aw, is something wrong?" She asked with a faux pout.

"Witch," the second man hissed.

"Witch? I'm not a witch. Am I a witch, Klaus?"

"No, I don't think you are. You must be mistaken."

They both knew it was smart not to let Marcel know she was a witch, not with how he was treating them. There was no guarantee that he wouldn't try something against her. A bartender came over to them with a smile and Klaus let go of the two men.

"Sorry for the wait," the bartender said. "If you're here for the gumbo, I'm about to break your heart. We just ran out."

Klaus reached into his pocket and slapped a 100 dollar bill onto the bar.

"Your oldest scotch for my two friends here, love."

The bartender smiled, took the money and walked away. Klaus resumed his grip on the men.

"If Marcel wants to know what we're up to, he can ask us himself."

Klaus nodded towards the door, and him and Elowen took their leave.

xxxx

Author's Note: I honestly had a lot of fun writing out the backdoor pilot to TO, but I'm still not sure whether or not I want to move forward and try to write out that story. I wouldn't give up hope, but also would not get your hopes up. I also haven't gotten a review in awhile, so maybe leave one or tell me your thoughts? That would mean a lot. Till next time!