Elijah laid his hand down on the table he stood next to in his study.

"What are you doing here Miss Forbes." He calmly asked, leveling his eyes towards the nervous blonde.

"Elena heard about Klaus's baby through his hybrids accidentally. She hated the idea of the baby getting hurt. Her humanity was off, and I was trying my hardest not to hurt her because she almost hurt my mom." Elijah tilted his head in slight interest at the news. "So I came here to protect the baby which turned into two," she added brightly before kicking herself "and to keep myself from Elena."

"And what will happen once Elena's turned her humanity back on. What if her Salvatore chaperones persuade her Hayley and Klaus's children should not live?" Elijah played with a pencil-shaped wooden stake he took from a small vase, running his fingers down the smooth wood then catching her eye. She cleared her throat.

"They don't get to decide that an infant or even a dozen of them, should be killed." Caroline replied decidedly. As if she would hear over the phone to Elena or Bonnie that Stefan and Damon had said exactly what Elijah had just said. Or that Bonnie would try to persuade her of the same. Definitely not now."

"Miss Forbes, I have little time currently to navigate the sea of my family's enemies. Suffice to say, if you begin to show any intentions of harm towards Hayley, my brothers, my sister, or the twins." He stepped away from the table and set the stake down. "You will not return to Mystic Falls alive."

Caroline nodded. Elijah smoothly walked from the room, moved a story down and yards away to the lounge. Classical music filled the room. Klaus was already sitting on the couch, staring at his big brother with a limp woman in his arms, blood running from his mouth and down her bare neck. Elijah simply ignored him and selected a book from the shelves lining the walls.

Elijah sat down and began to read. Klaus huffed in annoyance, took the woman in his arms and tossed her onto the table. The blood seeping from her neck began to run down her shoulder, pooling on the table. Elijah glanced at it and flicked another page. Klaus yanked himself to his feet and found a poetry book, then fell back into his spot and read.

Rebekah strode in, taking in the scene. Very peaceful in spite of the dead body in-between them.

"So this is what we do when Elijah's returned, vampire book club?"

"Reading edifies the mind, Rebekah." Klaus chided her. "Isn't that right, brother?"

"Yes that's quite right, Niklaus." Elijah replied.

"And what's this business?" Rebekah asked, gesturing to the dead woman.

"I simply brought in a meal for my big brother, believing that since he has been desiccating in a coffin, he might be a bit peckish."

"And I informed my brother that forgiveness won't be bought. I'd prefer a change in behavior that indicates contrition and personal growth," Rebekah snorted and Klaus rolled his eyes. "not this nonsense."

"Well, I couldn't let her go to waste, could I?" Klaus said with a smug smile. Elijah gave him a look from over his reading material.

"I suppose I have to fetch the rubbish bin, because the dead girl is staining a two-centuries old carpet." Rebekah snapped at them both. Elijah looked at the blood that flowed now from the spot on the table to the white and gold below.

"Indeed." Elijah replied. Klaus stared at him, hoping Elijah would give up his self-control right there and accidentally forgive him. He had other more important things to attend to. Marcel, for one. But now, Caroline was shrinking into herself and he both desperately wanted to know what happened, and didn't want to pry and drive her back to Mystic Falls.

He stood and left Rebekah to clean up his mess, wandering the manor so he could get closer to Caroline's room and hope she was talking to Elena about what was bothering her. Not hearing anything, he groaned internally and went back to the lounge, hoping Rebekah had already cleaned up the blood.

She hadn't.

Hayley stumbled into the room in a loose stiff nightgown that Caroline had bought her a week ago. But the top of it was more open, only covering her breasts. She seemed happy that Elijah was back, much to his dismay. And when he sat back down, pretending to go back to his book, he noticed Elijah smiling after the sleepy Hayley who only trudged into the kitchen without a word to anyone.

When Elijah stood up, put the book on his seat and followed Hayley, Klaus knew this wasn't just a passing fancy anymore. He couldn't let this continue. The last time Elijah had been so disorganized was...he couldn't remember when.

Elijah walked slowly to the kitchen, Hayley halfway visible from behind the fridge door, the door itself looking like all the doors in the house. That must've been confusing to Hayley when she was looking for it. Her hand traveled from shoulder level up to the top of the door, lifting her form.

He knit his fingers together and leaned against the kitchen door, smiling nervously.

"Good morning."

Hayley's hand went back to shoulder level and she looked behind the door, giving him a strikingly big smile. His heart fluttered.

"Hey." She greeted, looking him up and down. She didn't try to hide her reaction and he fought the urge to look into buying tighter suits.

He turned to the first cupboard against the wall to retrieve a bag of organic granola he's bought for Hayley yesterday. Everything he'd gotten while shopping was for her. And he got a weird look for a human man at the store when he checked out, buying prenatal vitamins and home tests to make sure the babies were still healthy in case they weren't able to go to another doctor. Luckily the man didn't overstep and ask about it.

The doors at the back of the kitchen opened and Rebekah nocked the doors to remain open.

"Listen," Hayley greeted Rebekah as she came in "I know I'm the only one in this house that needs to eat human food to live, but would it kill you guys to put milk on the grocery list?"

"Why didn't Caroline already get it?" Rebekah countered.

"She did, but it was a small thing of it and I've already gone through it all." Hayley said, pulling out a container of vanilla ice cream. The Original rolled her eyes at the action.

"Speaking of grocery lists, add bleach." Rebekah flourished a hand towel at Elijah as she passed him. He ignored her.

"You know, I do hope my siblings were hospitable during my absence."

"Caroline's been more 'hospitable' than your siblings." Hayley replied, putting her hands on her hips. The freezer still open, she took out a Sara lee cake as well and closed the door.

"I will try to rectify their mistakes." Elijah replied. Hayley's eyebrows arched in challenge.

"Your absence by the way, is a way-too-nice way of putting that your psycho brother stuck a dagger in you." Elijah smiled at her concern and put the granola on the counter. "I on the other hand have been attacked by French Quarter vampires," He took cake box from her hands and put it along with the ice cream back in the freezer. "and attacked by wolves," he pulled out a jug of orange juice and a bowl. "And crazy zealot witches are convince that these babies are going to end them all." Elijah absorbed her words with worry, pouring the granola into the bowl. She noticed what he was doing and saw he had pulled something else out.

"Oh." She replied meekly. "Milk."

Elijah pulled open the seal cap and poured the milk into the bowl, handing her a spoon. She stared back at him in annoyance.

"Better for the babies, miss Marshall."

"I think it's not too informal to start calling me Hayley, Elijah." She replied with a smile. "They've kept me alive this long. Them and Caroline, I mean. She'd weirdly protective. And Rebekah doesn't want to get blamed in case something happens to Caroline. Klaus and her are helping protect me for Caroline."

Elijah stared at her in surprise. "I suppose I'm just happy to see you in one piece, then." He said. Hayley smiled at him again. "Back to the murderous witches," Hayley pulled on the strap of her nightgown nervously, partially covering her birthmark. "I have some concerns." He leaned against the counter.

"They're evil, plain and simple. And my life is still magically linked to Sophie which I know can't be a good thing."

"Yes, I think it's time we solved that little problem." He replied. The way he said it made her so sure he would do it. But she'd believed him before when he promised to protect her, and then all the supernatural forces New Orleans had to offer were thrown at her. He had to put his actions behind his words.

"I'm all for it." Rebekah chimed in, dragging the dead girl by the arm. Hayley took her glass of orange juice in one hand, preparing to drink it only for Elijah's sake, and assumed the Original was strong enough to carry the girl, but didn't want to for some reason. "As soon as she's unlinked, the sooner we can leave this crap town." Hayley would've been offended by the comment if she didn't want out of town as badly as Rebekah did. The blonde had dragged the girl halfway through the kitchen when she smiled. "Who do we have to kill?"

"Probably no one." Elijah replied nonchalantly. Hayley stared back at him dubiously, glancing at the dead woman. He caught her look. "Okay, potentially everyone." he winked at her and began putting all the groceries he'd taken out back in.

Hayley turned with a grin and walked out.

"Either way, Elijah." She called over her shoulder "When the babies aren't dependent on me to survive anymore, I'm out of here."

His heart skipped a painful beat and he gulped.

Did she really mean that?

Rebekah kept scrubbing at the blood spot on the carpet with elbow-length rubber gloves and a large bucket while Klaus read on the couch. She noticed the book he pretended to look at the words.

"A poetry book about poisoned apples from dead trees. Is someone worried about Caroline?"

"I would discuss the matter with you, but you almost certainly won't help." He sighed and turned the page. "Besides, Elijah's back. In his presence, all problems turn to pixie dust and float away." He added dreamily. Rebekah gave him a measured look and he smiled back at her.

"Strange, I don't recall any pixie dust from the darkness of the coffin I was forced to endure." Elijah replied, rolling out a length of cloth and opening their mother's grimoire.

"What are you doing with mother's spell book?" Rebekah asked curiously.

"In exchange for my freedom, I promised the young witch Davina a few spells from Esther's grimoire. To help her learn to control her magic. I thought we'd start with a linking spell."

"The noble intimidating Elijah having to make deals with a child in order to be free. Good thing no one else knows about that." Klaus taunted him with a smug grin. Elijah shot him a glare. "Besides, Marcel informed me yesterday that Davina has been moved. How will you find her in order to bring her the pages?"

"For a man about to become a father, I assumed you'd be all too willing to lend a hand to your brother who is trying to save the woman bearing your child." Elijah snapped. Klaus's smile faded. Elijah put the linking spell in the cloth and tucked it into his jacket pocket.

"We do a location spell on Davina." Klaus offered.

"Will Sophie be alright with sacrificing another of her witch friends?" Rebekah asked rhetorically.

"We ask Sabine." Elijah decided. "And distract Marcel's men for long enough that they have no way of tracking her down."

Rebekah and Klaus smiled and she got haphazardly to her feet.

"You have Sabine do the location spell." Elijah pointed to her.

"Kill any vampire who gets too close." Rebekah added.

"After the spell is done, I need five minutes alone with Davina. Niklaus, I need you to make sure we are not interrupted."

"What about Hayley?" Klaus taunted.

"I assume Caroline can attend to that?" Elijah asked in response. Of course, as soon as this little mission was over, he would be the sole caretaker of Hayley's well-being. Even if Caroline seemed intimidated by him, he'd learned the individuals in Mystic Falls were much too loyal to each other to help any outsiders for long.

Klaus dropped by Caroline's room to fill her in on the day's upcoming events and heard soft sobbing. He knocked on the door.

"Come in." Caroline croaked. Klaus lightly pushed on the door, and it opened a few inches. He could see Caroline sitting on the edge of the bed, shaking and pressing her hands against her face. He pushed the door open and closed, then cautiously went to sit beside her.

"What's happened love?" Klaus asked gently. He felt like he pushed his boundaries by putting a hand on hers as she dropped it into her lap, but she didn't pull away.

"It's Bonnie." She sobbed. She shook her head and lifted her eyes to his scared face. "She died. She's dead."

Klaus looked away for a moment to consider the ramifications. Then he turned back to her and took her hand in both of his.

"I am so, very sorry for your loss, Caroline." Klaus said. The look in his eyes made her believe it. She sniffed and managed a small smile, before pulling her hand from his and covering her face again. He watched her and shifted back slightly.

"What will you be doing?" He asked.

"The funeral's gonna be a couple days from now." Caroline told him. "So that I can make it there."

Klaus nodded. "I suppose you'll need to go back earlier than that to prepare."

Caroline choked on another sob and coughed. "It won't be too hard to leave now. Elijah doesn't want me here, he can protect Hayley until the babies are here."

Klaus gulped. "If that's what you want, love." He looked away. For the first time in a while, he wished whoever had taken the Bennett witches' life a slow and painful one. "Once we've settled things with Sophie Deveraux and Hayley, I shall take you back to Mystic Falls myself."

Caroline sniffed and gave him a bigger smile in reply. "Thank you."

Klaus nodded.

"I would stay here, but I'm needed elsewhere." He added.

"Yeah, of course. Of course." Caroline replied, wiping her eyes. "I'll watch Hayley and keep her safe while you guys are gone."

"Thank you, love." He replied. He stood up and slowly walked away. His eyes became wide. When was the next time he would be able to be as close to her as he was now. He turned around and before she could react, he cupped her shoulder and softly pecked her forehead.

"I'm truly sorry, Caroline." He emphasized. Caroline smiled with her eyes closed, and didn't reply as he left the room.

Sophie chopped some parsley to prepare for the next round of customers while Sabine sat on table behind her, swinging her legs.

Sabine knew what was going to happen. She would feign ignorance if Duong confronted her, but otherwise this needed to be done.

She just had to keep Sophie here for long enough. They would find another way to take Marcel down.

Sophie gathered the resulting fistful of chopped parsley and whipped around to add it to her other chopped food. She looked at Sabine and gave her a disgusted look.

"I cook on that, you know." Sophie quipped, then put the parsley on the far end of Sabine.

"Don't get cranky with me." Sabine rebuked her with a mom looks that descended into a bitchy smile. Sophie thought back to her own mother who didn't force her to work on her magic like she did with Jane-Anne. She had wondered for months now if that was the right thing to do. Maybe if she had magic she would be more useful that a glorified middleman between the most ancient vampires in supernatural history and her sister's coven filled with zealot witches. It felt like only a matter of time before they turned against her in favor of a 'better' plan.

And Jane-Anne. Rebekah had told her Marcel was willing to allow the witches to resurrect her. She had to learn if that was true, and definitely wanted to know if it was so he could be with her officially or not. She absently gathered all the ingredients on the table up to begin another stew.

"I'm the only witch that still likes you." Sabine added. Sophie scoffed and took her food to the big gumbo pot.

"It's not like I'm trying to save the witch heritage or anything." Sophie muttered to herself, stirring a stagnant boiling stew. She turned around to see Sabine giving her a sympathetic look.

"They'll come around." Sabine lied. If there was one thing the witches did better than magic, it was hold a grudge, and they both knew it. "They're just old-school and scared."

"Scared of what, your vague prophecy about the hybrid baby?" Sophie taunted. Sabine glared at her. "Agnes and her freak show minions had a real field day with that one." She spat.

"I can't help what I see, So-" Sabine replied, parroting what Duong had told her when she confessed about the vision.

"Well if you're psychic, I'm Martha Stewart." Sophie interrupted. "Scooch." She shooed as she went for the rest of the ingredients. Sabine smiled and it took her a minute to jump down from the table, her curly hair flying in her face. As she wandered over to offer help, suddenly the witches were there, all of their faces covered with full-face hoods. She plastered on a confused and terrified face, hoping Duong wasn't among them silently waiting for the chance to punish her for misusing her trust.

"What the-"

One witch grabbed her shoulder from behind, spun her around and hit her hard enough across the face to send her flying. She flung herself against the corner of the table, and fell unconscious and bleeding on the floor. Sophie threw a fistful of grain in one witches' face as a knee-jerk reaction and hit another attacking witch with a fist throw over her shoulder. Before taking another down, they gripping her hand and blew magic dust into her face. She nearly crumpled to the ground immediately but was swept into a stronger witches' arms.

"Let me go!" Sophie demands fell on deaf ears as they forced her into the same corner Hayley had cowered when they had presented her to Klaus and Elijah.

She tried to pull free but the hands holding her were too strong. She glanced off to the side where there was movement, and noticed.

Agnes.

The elderly African american woman stared at her with solemnity, before turning to put her bag on the table beside her.

"Don't be so rough." Agnes suggested to her captives.

"Killing me to get to Klaus and his baby is not the answer, Agnes." Sophie tried to reason with her heart rate running sixty miles a minute. She wasn't afraid of death, far from it. Then, she'd see her niece, and her sister, and her parents and all her witch friends who had died. But dying right now would be horrible timing.

"I'm not gonna kill you, Sophie." Agnes chided her with her back facing the girl. She pulled items from her bag, laying them out carefully. "It would hurt me just as much as it would hurt you. Besides, I was there on the day you were born."

The witches finished chaining Sophie to the corner of the room and walked away. Sophie tried to jerk free but they were seal tight.

"But I am an elder. The last living elder of Jane-Anne's coven. And being so, it's my duty to protect our power. Our power means nothing if that baby grows another day."

"You're willing to kill a defenseless innocent baby because of some stupid vision?!" Sophie demanded as Agnes neared her. Agnes showed her what she'd held in her hands. A giant hypodermic needle. Sophie knew exactly what it was.

"No. No, Agnes no no!" Sophie struggled harder on her chains, beginning to be scared. If this worked...it would be even harder to fulfill her promise to Jane-Anne.

Agnes gently but firmly pushed Sophie's head to the side and sunk the giant needle into her neck right to the hilt.

"Ow!" Hayley gasped, feeling her skin on her neck. A big spot of blood came back, and she inspected it further. Maybe it wasn't as bad as she thought.

"What, what happened?!" Caroline asked in panic, running in the room. Hayley showed her the blood and went back to her neck. The spot was stinging and burning, but not bleeding anymore.

"The connection with Sophie?" Hayley suggested, looking at her. "It felt like I was being stabbed." Caroline shared Hayley's concerned look.

"This can't be good." Caroline replied, immediately pulling out her phone to call Klaus.

Sabine woke groggily, rubbing at her head. She shouldn't have bashed her head so hard on the table, it's possible that some of the kidnappers were paying attention and noticed how dramatic that was. She'd need to keep her eye out for a little while until this baby business was over.

Then an face popped up over her. She fought the urge to gasp. Elijah.

"What happened." He asked coldly, offering her an obligatory hand. She reached up in reply and he gripped her elbow as she steadied herself on her feet.

"It was Agnes." Sabine replied. She saw Klaus waiting at the threshold of the room. Good, stay there. She thought bitterly. "Her men took Sophie." She said grimly.

"One day with you in charge brother, and already the witch link to Hayley is abducted by zealots." Klaus said, Elijah sighing in annoyance.

"Where is she?" Elijah asked.

"Agnes isn't going to kill Sophie, she's too attached to her. Loves her like family." Sabine assured them. Elijah glanced at Klaus and they relented.

"We need your assistance with another matter anyhow." Elijah replied. Sabine gave him a questioning look. "Please locate Davina Claire for us again." He said.

"What? Unless you have some way to keep Marcel's men away from me, there's no way." She protested.

"How about an ancient vampire bodyguard?" Rebekah asked as she turned the corner and came into Sabine's view.

The witch held Rebekah's gaze for a moment, turned to Elijah and nodded.

Elijah walked casually to the entrance of the loft Davina now stayed in. The vampire who had been guarding her, a nightwalker, was knocked out. This wouldn't take long any way.

Davina didn't notice him. She was feverishly running dark streaks of charcoal down her big white sheets of paper.

She didn't know the big picture she was drawing. But she knew whatever she was drawing, it was bad. So she had to keep going so that when she finished, she'd be able to tell Marcel.

A knocking soft on the doorway tore her attention.

Elijah.

Davina crossed her arms. Then Elijah pulled a parcel from his jacket. She smiled in spite of herself.

"I thought you wouldn't be able to find me again." Davina challenged him as he neared her.

"I had my ways, Davina." He replied with a smile of his own. The location spell was very easily handled, and Rebekah only had to kill two or three men.

"I did make a promise to help you, after all."

The spell was laid out on a table, and Elijah brought a thick ball of rope out as well, thick cables of it made it so big it needed to be held in two hands. The two ends of the ball came out a foot each way. Davina looked at him.

"This is a sanguinem knot. It's used by witches, as representational magic. Once, when I was still human, I was a witch as well." He turned to the surprised teenager. "My mother taught me how to complete this spell as one of my first lessons."

"If you can unknot the rope using that spell, you have taken an important step towards controlling your power."

Davina gave him a hesitant look.

"This requires more power than you realize. Now, if you can perform this, I shall return with another page." Elijah said. Her hesitant look became fearful. "A spell of your own choosing next time. I believe you can do this."

He walked out and the vampire was awake. He gripped the vampire's shoulder.

"Tell me, are you on vervain?" He asked.

"What's that?" The woman asked. Elijah just nodded and took the other shoulder as well.

"I was never here." He said. The woman repeated it to him and he turned and walked out. When she heard Elijah was gone, she went to the doorway and looked at Davina.

"You know I'm gonna have to tell Marcel." She said. Davina looked at her with caution.

"Please don't. I'll make you a daylight ring if you don't tell." Davina promised. The woman heard the magic words. She flashed a smile and turned back to her post.

Marcel stared at his shot he'd ordered an hour ago, tuning out the feeding from other vampires near him. Josh passed him, and glanced down at him.

"Hey, everything okay?" Josh asked.

"The kid I turned a few weeks ago, right?" Marcel replied. Josh nodded. "Look, I know you want a daylight ring. But truth be told, I got guys eighty years ahead of you."

Josh's heart dropped, and he nodded. "Noted. Sorry." He turned and began to walk away.

"Wait." Marcel called to him. Josh turned back.

"You know Klaus Mikaelson, right?" Marcel asked. Josh froze. He forgot, could Marcel compel him too? "I had you give him a lift a few times. To the Palace Royale, right?"

"Uh, uh yeah. P-Palace Royale." Josh replied.

"You see, I went there after our last argument to apologize. Turns out he lied about living there. Lied."

"When I dropped him off, it was at the Palace Royale. Maybe he'd moved since then?" Josh asked hopefully. Marcel's eyebrow rose in derision.

"Have you heard the phrase, 'uneasy is the head that wears the crown'?"

"Lord of the Rings?"

"Shakespeare. When I was a kid, Klaus taught me to read by those stories. Always about some king who gained the world by lost their soul." Marcel stared at the ground, deep in thought again. He turned away from Josh, thanking him offhand.

He understood those stories now. When it's all said and done in those stories, and you look at what you've built, it comes down to who you can trust. Who he could trust.

He downed the shot, and rifled through his guys. None of the day or nightwalkers he had around him he trusted implicitly. Diego was close, but too riled up to give him advice when he needed it.

There was someone he trusted. But who he had thought betrayed him. Marcel leapt to his feet and ran out of the bar.

When he got to the garden, he zeroed in on the last person he put there.

Thierry Vanture.

"Marcel." Thierry croaked. "Punishing me again?"

"I have a bit of a problem, and I was trying to think of someone I trust. Then I came to someone in my mind. You." Marcel put the lantern down and picked up a pick axe.

"You and I are going to have a chat about Klaus Mikaelson." Marcel said, then swung and knocked a few bricks off of Thierry's desiccating body.

"Time for the twins to have a snack." Caroline called, bringing in a bucket of apples. She took measure of Hayley. "Have you thought of any names yet?"

"No." Hayley replied, looking at the food before her. Caroline shrugged.

"Take one. Rebekah said the place is 'lousy' with them."

"Isn't this a plantation?" Hayley said, taking two apples. One for each baby, Caroline would say.

"I asked that before. Apparently after Klaus was able to come back here, he had the place leveled and desecrated the graves of the owners before. You know, because they were slave owners." Hayley nodded. "Then he built the place back up because it's a good spot to 'hide from the family's enemies'."

Hayley chuckled and took a bite.

"How's your neck?" Caroline asked.

"I feel fine. Which is weird. Wouldn't I be in unspeakable pain after being stabbed?"

"And after whatever happened to Sophie happened." Caroline agreed, setting the bowl down. "Do me a favor and don't end up dying from this, yeah?"

"You know, when I met you I thought you were just an insecure little girl."

Caroline steeled herself. "What made you think otherwise?"

"Well, taking care of me, for one. And being here, around Klaus? I figured you and Tyler were solid. If you don't care what he thinks and he's still your boyfriend-"

"He's not." Caroline interrupted. "He's a jerk, and let's leave it at that."

"Okay." Hayley replied uncertainly, giving her a measured look. She went to take a bite of the apple, and felt a surge of heat in her stomach, and it went to her head.

"Oh." Hayley said out loud, blinking heavily and leaving the apples on the table, forgotten.

"What is it?" Caroline said.

"I don't know." The wolf replied. She shook her head. "Probably morning sickness."

Caroline felt her head. "You're running a high fever. This isn't morning sickness. Back to bed, come on."

Sophie looked at the two men who stood guard on her, making sure she didn't escape before Hayley's baby died. Monsters.

Though, she knew she couldn't throw stones. She did lure Hayley's protectors here and threaten to kill Hayley if they didn't help her.

"Hey." She called to the one on her right. The man didn't move. "My wrist is getting sore, man. Are you sure you put these on the right way?"

"What's going on." The other man replied dryly.

"The cuff on this is too tight. I thought Agnes told you guys not to be rough with me." Sophie said. The man to her left scoffed and went to check her cuff.

Quickly, she headbutted him, which sent pain through her as well as him as he fell to his knees. She took the opportunity and kneed him in the nose, then kicked the man to her right square in the solar plexus. She yanked hard enough that the chain on her left broke loose, though now her wrist was raw and she would catch hell from Caroline for that. With one hand free, she opened the other cuff. For good measure she punched the remaining guard out, then ran from the crypt.

The Mikaelsons were already at the manor, gathered around Hayley in worry.

"Agnes stuck me with a needle." She greeted them.

"Agnes, again?" Hayley replied, rolling on the bed and groaning.

"Did she chain you to the frickin' wall or something, is that her wrists are so sore?" Caroline demanded.

"How is this needle you were stabbed with making Hayley get feverish so fast?" Rebekah asked.

"Cursed objects were created a long time ago. We use them so we don't get busted for using magic." Sophie explained. "The one she used is the Needle of Sorrows. It was cursed in 1680-"

Klaus rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Jump ahead a few decades and tell us what it does."

"It has just one purpose. To kill a child in utero by raising the it's blood temperature." Sophie said. Caroline wet another hand towel and soaked cool water into Hayley's forehead, stray water droplets running into the woman's hair and down her neck. She shivered at the feeling but the heat stayed the same.

"So how long do we have to fix this?" Elijah asked.

"It'll do it by tonight's high tide. Believe me," Sophie looked at Hayley. "It will work."

"Precisely why we need to unlink you from Hayley. Less danger towards her and her child." Elijah said, leveling his eyes at Sophie.

"No, what?!" Sophie demanded, stomping towards him. "We had a deal!"

"We are not on the same side, Sophie Deveraux." He replied at a growl. Sophie gulped. "Our deal is null and void."

Sophie stared back, not believing her ears and a little scared of what Elijah would do to her if she was there any longer than she needed to be.

Klaus stared at Caroline in a panic. What would happen if he lost the one thing that could keep her here? He pursed his lips and took Sophie's arm.

"You're going to help us tend to Hayley, until the link is broken. No harm will come to you." He promised. Sophie nodded and went to Hayley's side.