Chapter 33

After a session of lovemaking, Rebekah was lying contentedly in the arms of Marcel.

She raised her head, seeking his lips and kissed him languorously.

"It feels like I finally am getting what I always wanted. Waking up every morning with you in the bed that we share, walk down the street with you by my side so that everyone knows you are mine and I am yours."

Marcel listened to the girl he loved talk about their future life and he could almost taste the sweetness of it, and the bitterness that came from his knowledge of his agreement with Coleman.

"You know, last night wasn't the first time Klaus gave me his blessing about our relationship, before you were even released, when he gave the Mystic to me, he told me he hoped we'd be happy together. I really think he accepts us being together, there's nothing that can come between us now." Rebekah tightened her embrace around Marcel, sighing happily, her eyes closing as sleepiness began to take her.

Marcel pressed his lips to her hair, his hands tracing patterns on the naked back of his drowsy lover. But his mind was awake. He needed to make a decision.

-O-

Freya was lighting candles, sending a quick prayer, like everytime she visited Church.

A man came into the church, taking his hat off before looking around. Seeing her he headed in her direction without hesitation.

"Freya Mikaelson."

Raising an eyebrow she turned to look at the unfamiliar man. Middle-aged, neat clothing, tone of one addressing an inferior. This person was not talking to her because he liked or respected her.

"You have me at a disadvantage, you know my name and I do not seem to know yours ?" She smiled politely.

"Steven Coleman."

So that was the new inspector.

"What could the police want with a widow like me ?"

"But you're not a simple widow, are you ? Eldest of the Mikaelson clan. The matriarch of the family."

"Matriarch makes me sound old, after losing my husband I just returned home to help a bit." She faintly smiled.

"Help your brother build his bloody empire in this city you mean."

Freya's smile dropped from her face.

"I do not know what you mean by that."

"I am here to make you a proposal, you should think about it carefully, especially if you love and want to save your two youngest siblings."

Freya narrowed her eyes, but kept silently listening.

"Give me Klaus, Elijah and Kol, they'll go to prison for their crimes, but I guarantee you, your sister Rebekah and youngest brother will not be implicated."

"Did you come to talk to me in hopes I would betray my siblings ?" Freya's voice stayed deceptively soft even as fiery anger filled her head while listening to the inspector.

"Abandon the guilty ones to save the innocent ones." Coleman said righteously. "If you don't I'm afraid your whole family will end up behind bars, if not dead. And your youngest brother is still only fifteen, going to prison, it's just like sending fresh, soft meat to a bunch of starved beasts. I truly don't wish for that." Coleman acted as if he felt it would be truly regrettable.

Freya felt murderous viciousness fill her and wanted to kill the man standing before her this instant for his blatant threat to her family and younger siblings. But she kept her rationality. Seemingly accidentally as she turned to the inspector, the lit candle in her hand caught his sleeve and started burning.

The inspector panicked for an instant as he quickly extinguished the flames before he could be really burned.

"Oh my ! I'm so very sorry, how careless of me ! Are you alright ?" Exclaimed Freya.

Coleman would be a fool to think it was truly accidental, it seems he had her answer. Still, he told her to think about his proposal before swiftly leaving.

Freya coldly watched him walk away, this man, he could not be allowed to stay alive.

-O-

Giuseppe was pacing restlessly the length of his office, while his two sons stood silently on the side.

"Now that the Mystic reopened Klaus will turn his attention on us. Hmph." He snorted disdainfully. "But I am ready for him, we will see in the end who will be victorious." He said darkly.

Damon and Stefan looked at each other. Neither of them shared their father's confidence.

"Make sure everyone is ready, we will move in a few days." He turned to his sons giving them their marching orders and dismissed them.

Damon took a last look at the Salvatore patriarch before following his brother out the room.

Time for plan B then, he needed to contact Enzo again. Father, don't blame me, you were heartless first. I need to look out for the people I love.

Very short chapter today, but we're moving forward.