Chapter 83: Girl Tangled Up In New Orleans

Phoebe dusted off her feet one at a time, as she slipped her shoes back on. She and Damon had woken up about twenty minutes prior, give or take; and both Stefan and the guy who had vervained them were gone. Damon had run the perimeter of the quarry to search for any sign of his brother, but none existed.

"I can't put an APB out on Stefan, right now, Damon. The Mayor already has the whole town on the look out for Katherine Pierce," said Liz.

Damon had called her for help, after failing to find Stefan again, himself. He and Liz seemed confused as all hell as to why the Mayor wanted everyone to look for Katherine, but Phoebe was glad to hear Silas had taken her advice.

"Liz, he's been locked up and starved for four months, he's gonna be hungry," Damon argued. "We have to find him, before he goes on a killing spree."

Liz sighed into the phone. "I'll do what I can."

Damon pocketed his phone, and walked over to help Phoebe to her feet. As he did, he mumbled to himself, "Why would the Mayor have the entire town looking for Katherine?"

"Because Silas compelled him to," said Phoebe. She started dusting off her shorts now. "I'm the one who gave him the idea."

Damon looked confused and mildly irritated. "Why on Earth would you do that?"

"Because he wouldn't tell me where to find Stefan, until I told him how to find Katherine," she sighed.

"Did he say what he wanted her for?"

"I didn't ask."

"Why not?"

"Because I didn't care."

"Again, why not?"

"Same answer."

Damon narrowed his eyes in frustration. He was trying to understand what would make her behave this way, but he couldn't think of a reason. She did odd things that made no sense to most people a lot; hell, there were decisions she'd made that he still didn't understand. But Phoebe always had her reasons, so he tried to just trust in that.

Damon took out his phone and walked a few steps away. "Donovan. I need you to find Katherine, she should be somewhere near Mystic Falls."

"Why can't you do it?" said Matt.

"Because I need to find Stefan, before he starts leaving a trail of bodies all over the place," said Damon.

"And what's so important about Katherine?"

"I don't know yet. But Silas mind-controlled the whole town to look for her, which means we want her more," said Damon. "So I need you to find her first, and take her somewhere away from Mystic Falls. And don't tell anyone where you're going, so Silas can't read our minds."

"I'm on it."

"And take little Gilbert with you. Let him do something useful, since he's not in school anymore."

"Okay."

Damon turned back towards Phoebe, expecting to fight with her about him asking Jeremy and Matt to find Katherine before Silas, but she wasn't there. She'd already started walking back to town, without a word. What was going on with her?

Damon hadn't been the only one to find Phoebe's behavior odd – Jenna was just as puzzled by Phoebe's lack of concern towards everything going on. Normally she'd be the first one out there either hunting down Katherine or looking for Stefan. Hell, she'd probably have found them both before the day was out.

Phoebe excused it as just being tired. After her rescue attempt for Stefan, her body just needed a shower and a nap. Jenna seemed to accept that, for now, so she left Phoebe to rest, while she went out to help Damon.

After her shower, Phoebe put on something comfortable enough to take a nap in, and sat on her bed. She grabbed her phone to set an alarm, so she wouldn't sleep too long, and noticed a missed call from Elena.

Phoebe couldn't remember feeling such dread at a having to listen to a voice message.

"Hey, so, Caroline and I could use your help with something here at Whitmore. There's this girl in our building...she was killed by a vampire the other night, but they ruled it a suicide. I don't know, it just seems weird, like when the Council in Mystic Falls would rule a vampire-related death an animal attack. The even weirder part is this girl had a picture of herself with our dad – Grayson, not John. This is just all too weird to be a coincidence, we could really use your help. Call me back when you can."

Phoebe tossed her phone down on her bed. Instinctively, she started thinking of rational reasons for Elena's worries at Whitmore.

Maybe they had their own version of the Mystic Falls Council. It was a bit stupid to think that their little town was the only place in the world with one. Especially with Mystic Falls and Whitmore so close, and vampire's tendency to love college students, it would make sense for vampires to find their way to Whitmore.

As for the girl knowing their Uncle Grayson, she was probably a previous patient of his. He likely helped her with something serious, or saved her life, or touched her in some way that made her want to reach out to him again, before he died. Maybe he inspired her to become a doctor, too.

Her thoughts stopped as her eyes fell on her window seat. Phoebe's mind flashed back to the night she and Elijah sat here and worked out a deal for him to help her learn to control her powers to kill Klaus. She remembered their dinner that evening, and smiled. She missed him a lot.

Her phone ringing again pulled her from her thoughts. She'd expected it to be Elena again, but it wasn't Elena. It wasn't anyone from Mystic Falls.

Damon hung up his phone so angrily, Jenna was surprised he didn't break the screen. "Where's that little witch when you need her to do a locator spell?"

"Bonnie still not answering?" Jenna guessed.

The annoyance on Damon's face was answer enough.

No one had been able to contact Bonnie all summer, not even either of her best friends. That hadn't been too much cause for concern before; but now summer was over, school had started, and she still wasn't back, nor had she contacted anyone to explain why.

Damon's phone rang. He looked confused by the caller ID.

"Elena?"

"Hello, Damon." It wasn't Elena on the other end, it was Silas.

"My, what a deep, masculine voice you have, Elena," Damon joked.

Silas gave a slight, unamused chuckle. "Cute."

Jenna grabbed Damon's phone. "What are you doing with Elena's phone?"

"I'm glad you asked. I tried calling your other niece first; because her idea to compel others to search for Katherine for me was brilliant, but I'm thinking there must be a faster way," said Silas.

"What does this have to do with Elena?"

"Well, here's the thing, Phoebe isn't answering my calls. Could be she just doesn't answer calls she doesn't know, could be she's ignoring me. Either way, I was pretty sure she'd answer her sister's call. Unfortunately, she seems to be ignoring her sister, too."

"She's at home taking a nap. She mutes her phone, when she sleeps," said Jenna.

"That's okay, because, you see, while I was here I received an interesting call from someone who found Katherine," said Silas. "But she also said she saw Matt Donovan and Jeremy Gilbert taking her away."

Damon was both surprised and happy to hear that Matt and Jeremy had Katherine and not Silas. But that still left the concern of why was he still at Whitmore with Elena's phone, if he already had some kind of lead on Katherine?

"Now, I'm guessing you've told them to take her somewhere, and not tell you where, am I right?"

Damon and Jenna's continued silence was confirmation enough for Silas.

"I want you to call them and tell them to bring her back, or I'm-"

Silas stopped mid-sentence to look at his phone. One of his other spies had notified him of another sighting.

"Well, it looks like I don't need you after all."

Silas ended the call there to ask Elena where they might be going. Jenna might've known, but getting into Elena's head to know for certain was a lot easier and trust-worthy than threatening Jenna. Besides, even if Jenna did tell him the truth, Damon would likely be on the phone with Matt and Jeremy ASAP telling them to go somewhere else. Not that they wouldn't do that anyways.

Jeremy watched as Matt and Katherine loaded his body into the bed of Matt's truck. It was definitely one of the weirder things he'd experienced; and for a guy who could see ghosts, that was saying something.

"I can't get any closer," said Bonnie.

She'd found Jeremy shortly after he woke up on the Other Side. She told him how she died, how the Gilbert ring worked, and how to find his body.

"Why not?" Jeremy asked.

"When I brought Matt back, he could see me. I told him the reason he couldn't feel me, was because his body was still trying to adjust, but..."

"You don't want him to know you died bringing him back," said Jeremy.

Bonnie nodded.

"Bonnie, as soon as I come back to life, I won't remember any of this – I won't remember you're dead."

"I know."

"You can't keep this a secret anymore," said Jeremy. "You have to come to one of us, so we can tell everyone. They have a right to know and grieve."

Bonnie shook her head.

"Think about your parents. How much longer do you think your dad will go on, before he calls your mom and finds out the truth – that you never went traveling with her?"

Bonnie fought back the tears, as she forced a smile. "It was good to see you, Jer."

Jeremy sighed in defeat, as he turned to walk back to his body. He stopped short, and looked back at Bonnie. "I'm just gonna say this, before I go. Your family and friends aren't the only ones who need to grieve. You need to grieve for yourself, Bonnie."

Jeremy touched his body and the next thing he knew, he was looking up at Matt and Katherine.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," said Katherine.

"What the hell happened?" said Jeremy.

"Silas killed you." Matt gestured to the hole in his own shirt. "He tried to kill me, too, but then-"

"I shot him," said Katherine. She seemed pleased with herself. "So we're even. No more whining."

"Let's go. Silas won't be down for long," said Matt.

Bonnie watched the three of them climb into the truck and drive off. Part of her wanted to do what Jeremy had said, because he was right on all accounts. But she couldn't bring herself to go to them and tell them the truth, not yet. She wasn't ready to hurt everyone like that...she wasn't ready to be dead yet...

"Phoebe?" Jenna called, entering the house.

She and Damon had been trying to get ahold of her, since their conversation with Silas, but she wasn't answering her phone. And since Silas' last stop was Whitmore, they went there to check on Elena and Caroline first.

Both girls were fine, but neither of them could say where Silas had gone, because they didn't know. Caroline never saw him, and Elena had been mind-controlled not to remember. However, now that Elena knew Stefan was missing, she was pretty sure she could help find him. Apparently, she'd been having dreams of him all summer, but just brushed it off as general worry about him disappearing so suddenly after graduation.

Jenna and Damon were able to get in touch with Jeremy and Matt, too. Both boys were okay, and they still had Katherine. But where was Phoebe? Why wasn't she calling them back? Why hadn't she miraculously popped up to save Matt and Jeremy from Silas? Even pregnant and exhausted, it seemed unlikely that she was still sleeping. So where was she?

"Phoebe?" Jenna called again.

There was still no answer.

"I'll check her room," said Damon.

There were no signs of fowl play anywhere in the house, but there was also no sign of Phoebe.

Damon rejoined Jenna in the kitchen. He held up Phoebe's cell phone. "I found this on her bed."

Jenna held up a sticky note attached to the answering machine. It said "Play Me."

Both braced themselves for whatever message awaited them on the machine. Was it a ransom of some kind? Was Phoebe telling them she was teaming up with Silas to give him what he wanted so he would leave them alone? Had she found a way to get rid of him forever – a plan she was taking upon herself to pull off alone, like she often did?

However great their fears were, they were not expecting to hear Phoebe's actual message.

"So, I wish I could start this by saying something epic, like they do in the movies. 'I knew it would be you, person, that found this message.' But the truth is, I have no idea who's gonna find this message first.

"To start, I want you to know that this was both one of the hardest and easiest decisions I've ever had to make. I'm not doing this because I don't care about any of you, or because I care about them more than I care about you. This is because I care about the safety of my daughter, and I have to put her first above all else.

"It's second nature for me to just run into danger and save you all, anytime you need it. I would gladly give my life for any of you, and I have more than once. But I can't take those kinds of risks anymore. At the same time, it's a hard habit to break, which is why I have to go – to distance myself from the temptation.

"I know Stefan is still out there, but I have no doubt that you'll find him. As for Silas, all I can say is just give him Katherine. Maybe he has a way of extracting the cure from her body, and he just wants to finally die. Or maybe his plans are more nefarious than that. I don't know. But I trust that you'll all figure that out, too, and handle it just fine without me.

"I'm not sure if you've seen it yet, but I left my phone behind. This doesn't mean I'm cutting all contact with everyone, this is just a means of helping limit my temptation to come running every time you guys call needing help. I still have all your numbers memorized to call and say 'Hello' sometime, and you all have Hayley, Klaus, Elijah, and Rebekah's numbers to call and check up on me or contact me, if there's an absolute emergent need to.

"Damon, please don't take this the wrong way, okay? I still love and care about all of you. But everything that happened this morning only proves my point for me. I used my child's power to help find Stefan, I risked her life trying to get him back to land; and as soon as we did, someone vervained us. I have no idea what effect vervain can have on a part vampire baby, and we were lucky whoever that was didn't stake us while we were down. Too much risk to my daughter for something I could and should have left for you to do.

"But excuses and rational reasoning aside, it's just time for me to go back to New Orleans. We all knew this day would come eventually, and, let's face it, there's never a right time for these kinds of things in Mystic Falls – there's always something going on. And, yeah, I'll admit it, I miss Elijah.

"I'll have Hayley text you guys to let you know when I get there safely. I love you guys."

Klaus smiled, rather pleased with himself, as he placed his mask on the mantle. It had been a good day for him. He'd saved Hayley from being killed by Marcel and his vampires, he'd created another spy in Marcel's ranks, his plan to use that bartender Marcel was so fond of as a puppet was working; and to top it all off, he'd convinced Marcel to return Elijah.

"Well, tonight was an epic failure," said Rebekah.

"On the contrary, sister. Tonight was a masterpiece."

"Are you mad? Katie died before Sophie could complete the spell to find Elijah," she argued.

"I'm well aware. I killed Katie."

Rebekah looked both shocked and furious "You what?"

"There's no way our little suicide witch wasn't gonna try and take out Marcel with her," said Klaus. "I saved his life, and in doing so, I now have him exactly where I want him."

"Sophie trusted you. I trusted you, against all my better instincts."

"Wake up, Rebekah. 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," said Rebekah.

Klaus looked disappointed. "You always did lack faith. By protecting Marcel, I've cemented his trust, so much so that he's agreed to return our brother to us."

"You're right, Nik, I don't have faith," said Rebekah. "That's why I called in a backup plan of my own."

Klaus seemed confused, until Phoebe came walking in the front door with her bags. He couldn't even be angry with his sister for not trusting him. He'd missed Phoebe, and now that she was here, everything seemed a hundred times better.

Phoebe eyed him, as he walked over to her. The joy he felt was evident on his face. That is, until her hand collided with it.

"That's for daggering Elijah. Again," said Phoebe.

Klaus smiled. "I suppose I deserve that."

"You deserve more than that for giving him to Marcel, who probably has that little witch guarding him. You're lucky I can't kick your butt right now."

"Phoebe!"

Hayley ran down the stairs to embrace her sister. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," said Phoebe.

Rebekah hugged her next. "Welcome back. Though I wish it was under better circumstances."

"You and me both."

"I'll take your bags up to your room," said Klaus.

"Well, I imagine you're exhausted from your journey," said Rebekah.

"Actually, I want to know what's been going on here – you only gave me the cliffnotes of the cliffnotes on the phone," said Phoebe. "Tell me everything."

It was along night. Not as long as it could have been, had everyone not insisted on the expecting mother getting some sleep; but there was still a lot to catch her up on.

"So, let me see if I have this straight," said Phoebe.

It was now morning, and she was sitting at breakfast with Hayley, Rebekah, and Klaus.

"You've been working on earning Marcel's trust, but you've also been spying on him. You have this kid Josh, whom you compelled to spy on Marcel for you, and you've compelled Marcel's crush Camille to be some sort of puppet/spy."

"Correct so far," said Klaus.

"Part of earning Marcel's trust was daggering Elijah and handing him over, because it made everyone too nervous for there to be two originals suddenly back in town."

"Two for two," said Hayley, taking the coffee away from Phoebe.

She gave Hayley a dirty look, before continuing. "Marcel controls the witches, because he has Davina the teenaged witch working for him, which is why you needed a decoy last night for Sophie to use a tracking spell to find Elijah. And the decoy witch was the girlfriend of Marcel's right hand man Terry-"

"Thierry," Rebekah corrected.

Thierry. Using Thierry's girlfriend presented three birds with one stone," Phoebe continued. "She was the decoy for Sophie – which failed. She was a means of getting rid of Thierry, who never trusted you. And she was another way to prove to Marcel that he could trust you, and give you Elijah back."

Klaus gave Rebekah a look and gestured to Phoebe. "See? She gets it."

"Tell me, Nik, where is out beloved big brother?" Rebekah shot back.

Klaus sighed. "Marcel's delay in returning our brother makes me suspect he's no longer in charge of the situation."

"Davina," Hayley guessed. "But why would she care about keeping Elijah?"

"Because she's likely been told what everyone else always has been – that the Originals are all monsters, who leave nothing but death and destruction in their wake," said Phoebe. "She likely wants to study Elijah and the effect the dagger has on him, so she can find a way to either kill them all, or at least make them work on Klaus."

Rebekah rose to her feet. "All the more reason to find him before she does."

"Please, sister, tell me you're not still at it with the internet search."

"Someone has to find Elijah, even if I have to search every attic in New Orleans," she replied.

"Like looking for a needle in a rather large pile of needles," Klaus retorted.

"Try narrowing our search to somewhere near Marcel's compound," said Phoebe. "If he's anything like Klaus, he won't be keeping her too far away."

Rebekah smiled sarcastically at her brother. "It's so nice to finally have some support around here."

"Us girls have to stick together," Phoebe quoted with Rebekah's accent.

They all smiled. Rebekah left to narrow her search, and Hayley began clearing the table.

Klaus looked at his phone. It was a text from Camille.

"One of your spies have some intel for you?" said Phoebe.

"Apparently Davina wishes to attend the jazz festival tonight," he said. "Marcel has asked Camille to help babysit her during the festivities."

"Okay?"

"If I can get Davina alone somehow, I might be able to convince her to join me, instead of Marcel."

Phoebe made a face. "Unlikely."

"Impossible," said Hayley.

Klaus rolled his eyes. "At the very least, I can provoke her into using her powers."

"What good will that do?"

"It'll show us what we're up against," said Phoebe. "Like he did with Bonnie at the decade dance."

"To be fair, I was also trying to get her to exhaust herself, so she died."

"How do you plan on provoking Davina, especially without Marcel finding out? Or even getting her alone, for that matter?" Hayley asked.

"I'm sure I'll figure something out." He flashed one last arrogant smile, and left.

Later that morning, while lounging around the pool with Hayley, Phoebe received a phone call on the house phone from one of the New Orleans witches. Agnes was one of the ones that was against this "unholy alliance," as she'd put it. But now she was coming across as apologetic and friendly.

Phoebe could tell she was eager for Phoebe to agree to a doctor's appointment for tonight. It was clearly a trap, but Phoebe still agreed to it. It wasn't because she needed the appointment, because she'd already seen doctors and Agnes and Zoie to make sure everything was both supernaturally and medically okay with her baby. It was because she fully expected that the witches would try this at some point, once they knew she was back in town – it's why she informed Sophie that she was back last night, before she went to the plantation house.

Hayley wasn't comfortable with the idea of letting them try to kill Phoebe and her baby, so she could teach them not to try again. But she trusted Phoebe, so she agreed to help, rather than try to stop her.

"Your baby's heart-rate is perfect," said the doctor.

Phoebe smiled, as she took another quick glance out into the waiting room. So far, Agnes hadn't made a move, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to. She hadn't even been all that suspicious about Hayley not joining them, which told Phoebe she was more eager and confident in what she was planning, than nervous about failing.

The doctor handed Phoebe some tissues. "You get yourself cleaned up, and I'll be right back."

Phoebe began wiping the gel off of her belly. The tissues they gave never seemed to be enough, so she moved over to the sink to dampen them. That's when she noticed a car pulling into the driveway. Agnes had told her that it was after hours, and the while point of coming to this doctor was her remoteness. So who was this, and why were they here?

Phoebe heard commotion and a cry of pain behind her. She turned around to see the doctor fall at Hayley's feet. She'd been so focused on the car, she hadn't heard the doctor returning with a syringe.

"Thanks," said Phoebe.

"Don't mention it."

Both girls looked at the door. The men who had just arrived were headed their way. Phoebe flitted to the door and slammed it shut in their faces. She managed to lock it too, before the dizziness took hold.

"Phoebe?"

"I'm fine," said Phoebe. "Moving that fast just makes me sick now."

"You didn't think that was worth mentioning, before we decided to come here?" Hayley scolded helping her to the back door.

Ideally, making a vampire speed run for it would've been best; but with it effecting Phoebe the way it did, that was no longer an option. They're next best plan was to run into the bayou, and hopefully lose the men chasing them. But even that was easier said than done.

There were a handful or so men close on their trail. Hayley and Phoebe ducked for cover, until they were close enough to surprise. Together, the two women made quick work of them.

"Glad you're feeling better," said Hayley.

"Glad you're such a badass," said Phoebe.

Hayley smiled. "Hey, nobody messes with my nei-"

Hayley fell to her knees in pain.

"Hayley!" Phoebe ran to her side. There was an arrow in Hayley's shoulder.

"Get out of here," said Hayley through gritted teeth.

Phoebe turned back to the group of incoming male witches. She moved her arm to send them all flying backwards, but it didn't work. Instead of a strong gust of wind being summoned, a colorful array of firework plumes appeared in front of them.

Everyone, including Phoebe and Hayley, were confused.

"Oh, bad baby..."

The men were starting to recover from their surprise, one man even began raising his crossbow to aim at Phoebe. He never got the chance to fire it, though.

A wolf came out of the darkness of the bayou, and attacked the man. Phoebe took advantage of their second distraction. She pulled the arrow out of Hayley's shoulder, and threw it at one of the other witches – it shot straight through his heart.

"Looks like Padfoot's here," said Phoebe helping Hayley to her feet.

"Stay back," Hayley commanded, as she took off to help the wolf.

Phoebe's eyes flushed and glowed a golden wolf color. No one saw it, but if they had, they'd have compared it to Klaus' hybrid eyes.

"Like hell," Phoebe muttered. And against Hayley's wishes, she ran into the fray to help fight along side her friend and their new ally.

Rebekah looked around the doctor's office. It wasn't in complete disarray, but it was still evident that there had been a struggle of some kind. Agnes and her car were long gone, but there were still a couple others out in the driveway. As for the doctor herself, she wouldn't be helping anymore patients.

"Where is she?" said Klaus, appearing behind his sister.

Rebekah wanted o make some sort of witty remark about him taking time to come help find Phoebe; but it was Phoebe. Any of them, Klaus and Elijah especially, would drop everything to help her.

"I don't know," said Rebekah. "I came home and they were both gone. They left a note saying where they were going, but-"

She was cut off by the sound of wolves howling in the distance. The siblings shared a look, before exiting the building together.

To their relief, both Phoebe and Hayley were stumbling their way up the driveway. They looked tired and disheveled.

Klaus and Rebekah flitted right up to the two girls. "What happened?"

"It all happened so fast," said Phoebe. Her eyes still seemed distant, and her voice almost monotone.

"It was the witches," said Hayley. "More specifically, it was Agnes. She set a trap to kill Phoebe and her baby."

Rebekah started looking around. "Where are they now?"

"They followed us out into the bayou. Me, Phoebe, and the wolf that's been hanging around killed them all."

"Agnes?"

Hayley shook her head. "She must've taken off when we ran."

Klaus looked on the verge of rage. "The witches were supposed to protect you both. When I get my hands on that witch-"

"You can't," said Phoebe, coming out of her daze. "Agnes is one of their elders, if you kill her it'll only piss off the witches, and we'll never find out what they really want with us or Davina."

"A lot of the witches already hate this alliance. Killing one of their elders might just piss them off enough to come together and actually kill Phoebe and her baby," said Hayley.

"Looks like it's four against one, Nik," said Rebekah.

"Four?"

Rebekah looked at Phoebe. "You were right about narrowing my search. I found Elijah, and he has a plan. All he asks is that we trust him and take care of you."

Phoebe started to smile, but it quickly faded. She was happy to hear that Rebekah had found him, and that he would be back soon. But he'd been daggered all these months, which meant he hadn't had the time to come to terms with the situation and forgive Phoebe, yet.

Klaus sighed. "Fine. Let's get you home."

Klaus stared into the tea-colored liquid in his glass, as he sat thinking by the pool. IT was hard, resisting the urge to go out and kill Agnes. Every instinct in his body compelled him to do it. But Phoebe and Hayley had made very good points, and so he fought those urges.

The sound of someone sitting down on the chair next to him pulled him from his thoughts.

"My, this setting seems familiar," said Phoebe.

She smiled at him, as she sipped a milky red substance through a crazy straw. It almost looked like strawberry milk, but much redder.

Klaus returned her smile, remembering a similar scene five months prior. "I'd have thought you'd be asleep by now."

"Physically, I'm exhausted. But mentally...my brain just won't stop." She gestured to her cup. "I'm hoping warm milk might help."

"And the blood mixed with it?"

"Helps make it more tolerable to drink."

"Ah." Klaus watched the milky liquid look around and around through her straw, as she took another sip.

"He'll get over it, you know. And when he does, he;ll be asking for your forgiveness. Just give him time," said Klaus.

"I know," said Phoebe. "I'm just worried it won't be in time. That he'll still be upset with me when I..."

Phoebe stopped herself short. She didn't want to let it slip that she was going to be dying in about four months. She hoped that he would just think she meant before she gave birth, and therefore would be devoting all of her time to her new daughter.

"So," she began, trying to move on before he could question what she'd stopped herself from saying. "I know how my day went, and Rebekah's. How was your day? Were you able to get Davina alone?"

"I did. I had Camille convince her that the boy she had a crush on wanted to meet somewhere alone."

"Let me guess, you killed her crush," said Phoebe.

"Not at all, in fact, I healed the boy after she nearly destroyed the entire church," said Klaus. "I only threatened to harm him, if she didn't join me instead of Marcel."

"Ah, classic Klaus."

Klaus smiled into his drink.

"So, how powerful is she?"

"Do you remember how powerful Bonnie Bennette was, when I first arrived in Mystic Falls?"

Phoebe looked a combination of surprised, impressed, and concerned. "Wow."

"I have no doubt my brother will succeed in his peace talks with her," he said, trying to ease her nerves.

"I hope so," said Phoebe. "Because my powers are in no position to help us, right now."

Klaus looked confused. "What's wrong with your powers?"

"Our baby doesn't seem to want mommy to use her powers to hurt people. That's why you had to rescue me from Katherine that night. Our daughter is a pacifist."

Klaus made a face. "Are you sure she's mine?"

Phoebe laughed. "Quite. Human or vampire, you're the only man I've ever had sex with."

He looked surprised. He didn't exactly envision her as the type to sleep around, but he'd never have imagined this. Especially with the vampire libido being as strong as it was.

Phoebe rose to her feet. "Well, I'm gonna try to sleep again. Goodnight, Klaus."

"Goodnight, Phoebe."

Alright, so now Phoebe is officially in New Orleans! I'm sorry there weren't that many interesting changes in this chapter, but I promise next week's chapter will be more noticeable and more interesting. I mostly wanted to express that Camille is only a puppet and not someone Klaus cares about. She also isn't going to be his personal stenographer, because he doesn't need her to talk to when he already has Phoebe to help him feel like less of a monster. Though, I'll admit, I'm not entirely sure yet how Camille is going to learn about/get involved with the supernatural community quite yet, without Klaus' compulsion effecting her life.

Like with nearly everyone other new character that Phoebe crosses paths with, she and Marcel will develop a kind of dynamic understanding. That's already kind of started with her going to him in the pilot, but it'll definitely begin to form next week.

I'm pretty sure I've found a good name for Klaus and Phoebe's baby, but I'm not 100% sure yet. I really want to find something meaningful and fitting, and also something significant to Klaus and Phoebe, since this is their child. So I'm still taking suggestions, in case you guys think of something I haven't.

PHOEJIAH COMING SOON! (9 more chapters)

LoneButterfly05: Phoebe's mostly focused on the negative right now. She remembers the other vision of her being alive to see her daughter growing up, but she's too focused on the negative one of her death. So instead of wondering if there's a way to stop it from coming true or trying to figure out how to prevent it, she's accepting her fate and focusing on making her daughter's home a safe one, before she isn't here to protect her. But don't worry, that attitude will change as she gets closer to her due date. She won't keep it to herself the whole time and just let it happen, like an idiot.