To the guest who left a review: Thank you so much! I was worried things would not seem believable but now I'm not, yay! And no, in this storyline, there'd be no logical reason for Caroline to get pregnant with the twins. Although it wasn't too logical in the first place tbh. And yes, it would definitely have been hilarious for Klaus to bear the brunt of all these miracle babies!
It was boring, wandering around the Mikaelson's house. Especially when she didn't care about Klaus's paintings and Rebekah's discarded dresses. Caroline was not someone she was ready to talk to, and she was more worried about Elijah than anything. He was the only one who truly had cared about her. And not just her twins, but her. She found large books that looked like everyone's diaries back in Mystic Falls, and wondered whose this one was. Her good fortune was that it was in fact Elijah's.
She took it from its place on one of the many shelves around the rooms, and began reading. He was really good at writing, even though he was just talking to himself here. No lines, but it was legible and steady. How did someone who hadn't grown up reading and writing come to do this so well?
She was halfway through this particular diary when she decided to sit, and didn't want to use any of the old stuffy chairs littering the place. She instead sat cross-legged on the ground, barefoot, and put the book across her lap.
Over the centuries, Elijah had seen his siblings become something completely different than they'd once been. He explained in the pages that Rebekah used to be less prone to violence, and Klaus showed vast cruelty, to hide his loneliness. She hadn't seen that he was lonely before Elijah pointed it out, but now she thought back to a look in Klaus's eye from time to time, a dark deep sadness. And his violence being the worst she'd ever seen, so much so that she wanted to keep on the nice side of those claws and fangs, instead of risking his vengeful streak.
Elijah also noted Kol's murderous streak, how all he'd do all day and all night was kill and feed, feed and kill. Every one of his clothes was stained with blood, and Elijah had to remember to compel their new servants to not only forget they'd seen the blood when doing the laundry, but how to take it out completely.
Then there was the brother Finn, the oldest. And he was apparently a whiner, talking of nothing but how they were cursed now that they were vampires, and that they should go back to father and put them all out of their misery. No wonder Klaus kept him daggered in that coffin. No wonder Elijah helped most of the time with daggering Kol and Finn both, too. Sounds like a lot of drama they didn't need.
Elijah cared so much for them, she was in awe that he wanted to stick by them despite these huge changes. Love must be like that.
But he went back to something she knew, wanting to change them. He wanted them to be better people than they were and thought he could be the one to lead them back to that. She liked how much he wanted the best for them. But didn't care for how he wanted their family's 'legacy' to be remembered in a nicer way than it could be now. He wasn't in charge of them, not really. And they'd have to choose to become better people. Judging by how long they'd been violent and murderous, they didn't want to change. The Mikaelson 'legacy' was already set.
Hayley walked through the house, listening to voices while carrying Elijah's diary. Finally, she heard Rebekah and Klaus bickering. It was cut short when Caroline quipped something and she heard Klaus laugh. She turned into the room and all eyes were on her.
"I'd like to know what the plan is," Hayley greeted.
"Depends on what you mean, love." Klaus smiled as he spoke, leaning against the door frame. "My plan for world domination, or Rebekah's eternal plan to find true love."
Rebekah ghosted a smirk, and with a flash she flung something at him, he caught what was apparently a pencil before it got anywhere near him.
"Don't be a hypocrite, Klaus." Caroline chided him. Rebekah looked at her and smiled. Klaus blushed and looked away.
"I mean the plan to rescue Elijah." Hayley interjected before the subject changed. "I assume you have one?"
"What do you think I'm doing in here?" Caroline rhetorically.
"Well, I thought you were in here to flirt with Klaus until you needed to come smother me again." Hayley replied. Caroline glared at her and Klaus smiled to himself.
"Well, Marcel seems to be Klaus's mortal enemy now, and you know what he does to those people." Caroline said.
"Firstly, Marcel is not my mortal enemy. He's a friend. One that doesn't know I'm sabotaging his hold over the supernatural community, but a friend nonetheless." Klaus replied. Caroline crossed her arms and listened with curiosity.
"Elijah is in the hands of a particularly nasty little teenage witch. And Rebekah, please?" He gestured to her.
"The secondly, Klaus plans to simply ask Marcel for him back." Rebekah added with a fake smile.
"That isn't the whole plan, is it?" Hayley asked cautiously.
"Oh please, darling. Klaus may be a horrible sibling, but there is none more diabolical." Rebekah turned to her brother and smiled. Klaus nodded.
"That's only plan A, little wolf. There's always plans B through Z."
The black woman tour guide who helped Elijah find his way to Sophie Deveraux was leading another tour, and ignored the third tourist to ask her out today, as well as the first racist remark an unknowing white woman asked. She looked into the window of the building she was telling the tourists the history of, and eyed Marcel getting fitted for a suit. She knew what for, and was staying the hell away from it.
"Damn, I do look good in a suit." Marcel commented to the people in the room with him; his friend Thierry with the kangol glued to his head, and the nice creole girl making sure the finishing touches on the pants were just right. Thierry shared in his friends' chuckle and went back to his phone.
They had the news channel on, telling the people of the Quarter about the newest missing persons. Namely, the same ones he turned last night. Thierry glanced at Marcel.
"My friend's going to come forward about those two, say he saw them drunkenly fall into the Mississippi. Shame no one ever sees this stuff when they can do something about it." He and Marcel chuckled again. Marcel shrugged.
"Well, one is dead in a dumpster, and we got one more Nightwalker. Although where he is I haven't got a clue..."
The woman tailor hissed in pain at the inevitable needle prick, blood welling up on the tip of her finger.
"Allow me, darlin'." Marcel knelt down and took her hand, smiling at her as he licked the blood from her finger. He heard her heart jump.
"One more thing," Thierry added. "There was a werewolf sighting in the Quarter. No one's heard from the nightwalkers that went to get it since."
Klaus neared the fitting room and listened for a moment. Plan A.
"That makes ten in the past week. Mikaelsons are such a nuisance." Marcel stifled the urge to growl.
"Oh come now." Klaus drawled as he walked in the fitting room. "You're not still bothered by the...lethal, bite I gave your friend are you?"
Marcel and Thierry both glared at him.
"He's got free rein of the compound too, apparently." Thierry noted, looking between Marcel and the hybrid before him. He needed to keep his eye on the newcomer. Klaus was faster than he would've imagined a vampire moving when he bit him at the party. Maybe if he knew Klaus was coming at him this time he'd have a chance.
"Since my family lived here, built this place..." Klaus trailed off
"Calm down, gentlemen." Marcel interrupted before Thierry could utter another word. "You both know the drill. Thierry is my guy, inner circle." He gestured to the kangol-wearing vampire beside him with a charming smile. " And Klaus is my friend, and sire. He's also a guest here." Marcel gave him a measured look.
"Alright?"
"Alright."
Thierry merely nodded with a dubious face.
"Whatcha need, friend?"
"I'm afraid my sister is insisting on demanding my brother Elijah's return." Klaus glared at Marcel. "She's quite worked up about it."
"I'll say." Marcel agreed.
"'We're not having three Original vampires walking around town, are we?" Thierry asked nervously. Marcel looked at him with weariness. "Half our guys think the sister killed the nightwalkers." He protested.
"Is that an accusation?" Klaus hissed. Thierry leveled his eyes at the Original.
"Eh."
"Against my family?" Klaus started towards the man.
"What did I say about peace?!" Marcel protested, pushing Klaus and Thierry back. Klaus smiled at Marcel's minion triumphantly and Thierry's eyes blazed. They reminded him suddenly of Damon Salvatore's. There were few people in the world he'd met with blue eyes that ice cold of shade. They were beautiful.
Marcel went to Klaus's side, putting an arm around him and gently pulling him out of the room with him. Klaus's smile remained until he turned around to walk with the man who'd taken his home.
"Sorry about Thierry. What he lacks in a sense of humor, he makes up for in loyalty." Marcel said as he led Klaus through the home they used to share. "I saved his life back in the 40's, now he'd kill and die for me."
He turned back to Klaus on the stairwell. "Plus, that boy can play the trumpet like you would not believe."
"Well, I'm sure you'll have him play at the party tonight."
"You're coming to that, right?"
"Of course. How could I pass up the chance to watch the city councilman accepting your generous charitable donation?" Klaus replied with a laugh. "Much like I'd done over the centuries. Jefferson did much the same as he, then I was able to kill and maim as I pleased."
"Yeah, the dude's a schmuck. But long as we scratch his back, he lets us do our thing in exchange for community services."
"Such as?"
"Sticking to feeding from tourists. Which is why disappearances and deaths fly under the radar, you know? No one cares about a couple drunk teenagers who may or may not have gone to a party the night before and got ripped into by a Nightwalker."
"I can tell what your structure is, Marcellus." Klaus snapped. He leveled his eyes at the young man. "No need to spell it out for me."
"You sure? You could've have New Orleans like I did decades ago."
"Well that was a different circumstance altogether."
"Yeah, whatever." Marcel replied, ignoring Klaus's glare. "Listen, about Elijah. Thierry had a point. Originals out and about in town with vampires dying it puts everyone on edge. We're supposed to be at peace, right? If I hand Elijah back right now, it'll send the wrong message."
"And what message would that be?" Klaus replied with a grin, already knowing the answer.
Marcel stayed mute and ground his teeth.
Klaus's phone rang and he nodded a farewell to his adopted son, before disappearing.
"Rebekah-"
"For the love of all the holy saints, how long does it take to answer a simple question?!" She demanded
"Longer that you'd think, considering the answer was as expected, a hard no."
She scoffed on the other side of the line and Klaus thought about daggering her again. If he knew where she was...
"Marcel's minion Thierry is suspicious, as are his other men. Killing those nightwalkers when you came into town wasn't a way to fly under the radar."
"If they'd been gentlemen in the first place-"
"Yes, I know sister. Men are horrible."
"Should I make you another kill, brother?"
"Marcel is playing nice. We can't kill his favorite, or we'll be found out. Do I really need to explain this to you?"
"So it's war, then?" Rebekah replied.
"Most definitely. I needed more blood for my work, anyway." Klaus grinned to himself, and turned to Josh. They were in the basement of the Mikaelson manor with the chained man of Marcels' he had kidnapped, and he'd compelled josh to drain the man of blood, but Josh had no idea how to do so. All he was capable of doing was stabbing the unconscious vampire repeatedly with a stake. Barely a trickle was coming out. Klaus rolled his eyes at the incompetence.
"Have you figured out what to do with the witches?"
"I believe so."
"Very good. Manage Miss Deveraux. I'll move forward with the next step."
He disconnected and went towards Josh, who looked back at him nervously.
"S-sorry. I'm not really a medieval torture kinda guy."
"Let me show you how it's done, then." Klaus grabbed a pitchfork propped up on a wall, and sped to Marcel's man, gouging the insides throw. The man moaned slightly, trying to curl into the fetal position. Klaus jiggled the pitch fork, and more blood came out. "We'll turn him upside down in a moment to really get the blood going."
"God, what'd he do to you?!"
"The real question is, what is he going to do. Which is whatever I want him to, once we're done here." He yanked the points from the man's body, and began undoing the chains on the man. He turned to Josh.
"Go on, come help."
Josh hurriedly joined him, and took the chains off the rest of the way. Then Klaus turned the man upside down as if he was a rolled-up carpet, and chained his feet to the bar.
Klaus set his hand on the newbie vampire's shoulder.
"Find a knife, and bleed him."
Rebekah heard footsteps, and scowled at Sophie who neared her. They stood on the sidewalk out in front of Jardin Gris.
"So glad you could make it." Rebekah greeted with sarcasm.
"You're lucky I came at all. What the hell do you want?" Sophie demanded.
"Hayley was attacked last night by one of Marcel's crew, because someone told him there was a werewolf here. She only came here. Whoever saw her ratted her out."
"How are you going to get her to talk? You know no one in the Quarter would trust an Original." Sophie stated.
"Watch and learn." Rebekah opened the door to Gris and Sophie hurried along after her.
The woman was folding knitted blankets in the back.
"Hey Soph"
"Hey Kate." Sophie replied nervously. The woman froze when she saw Rebekah pretending to browse.
"Hello. I'm looking for wolfsbane." She greeted.
Kate nervously smiled. "Why would you want that?" With a flash Rebekah was before her with her nails digging into the human's throat.
"Don't play dumb with me, darling."
"Rebekah!" Sophie protested, putting her hand out in exclamation. The vampire had to stop herself from snapping a bone in Sophie's wrist, remembering the girl wasn't magical.
"I just sold that girl some herbs, that's all!" Kate exclaimed. Rebekah slammed the woman's body up onto the counter and dragged her through the merchandise.
"Stop it!" Sophie protested again.
"Shut up, dear." Rebekah replied offhand.
Rebekah saw the girl's eyes as she threatened not only her friend, but herself. She was breaking.
"Yes, I told someone. But you don't understand why!"
Rebekah's grip loosened, sensing the answer already.
"I love him."
Rebekah threw Kate off the counter and the woman hissed in pain.
"Who is this Romeo?" Rebekah asked. Before Kate could do or say anything, the Original had her stiletto heel pressed into the woman's jugular which looked sharper up close. "Shall I count to 3?"
Klaus's phone rang and he answered as he watched Josh bleed the man. The boy was getting good in such a short time.
"What?"
"You'll never believe who your boy Thierry is involved with."
"He's involved with a human?" Klaus wowed in reply.
"Two points for you."
"Thierry has just become the key to our entire plan, then." Klaus said. Rebekah grinned to herself.
"Oh to be young and in love in a city where witches and vampires are at war." Klaus mused. He and Rebekah strolled down the hallway to meet Sophie in the living room. Caroline and Hayley were safely tucked away somewhere else in the house. Sophie would never know their little secret.
"Aren't you at least one of those things?" Rebekah asked, stopping short right before Klaus froze in his own tracks.
"To what are you referring, sister mine?" Klaus replied slowly. Rebekah chose her next words carefully.
"She's why the twins are still alive, along with the girl. You've fallen for her." She watched him carefully as he turned around. "That's why you cut her out of the plan."
"I'd be careful throwing around such accusations when I know the location of the daggers." He snapped. She smirked.
"No you don't."
Klaus took a few steps towards her.
"I can still remove something important. Perhaps a lung? Or a kidney?"
"Nik, it's alright to be in love. I won't tell another soul." She said, and she watched her nightmare of a brother visibly relax. "Ironic, seeing as you've never granted me the same freedom." Klaus backed up and looked away.
"It's okay to care. It's okay to want something." She implored. Her brother looked back at her with his innocent eyes from his human years.
"But what if she leaves?" He mumbled weakly. Rebekah smiled.
"If she feels what I think she does, she won't."
"Hey, are we gonna talk or what?" Sophie charged towards them.
"Lead the way." Klaus replied with a smile.
Rebekah looked around, and tried to hear any beating hearts. There was one. She locked eyes with a nervous and meek little Hayley, hugging the door frame across the hall.
Oh dear. How long had she been standing there?
Hayley felt visibly shaken as she neared the door the Originals had closed after entering the living room with Sophie. Listening in on plans she wasn't a part of felt like an adrenaline rush.
"No, no way! Are you out of your minds?!" Sophie demanded.
"It's very simple. We need you to perform a tiny little locator spell to help us find our brother."
"I can't do magic. I never learned how to cultivate it and I wasn't very gifted to begin with." Sophie replied.
"Well, you're most useful, aren't you?" Klaus said in sarcasm.
"Get one of your little witch friends to do it for you then!" Rebekah snapped "God, I'm losing brain cells talking to you."
"And you want my help, right?" Sophie said, narrowing her eyes at the blonde Original. "Besides, witches who practice magic in this town get caught and killed."
"Yes, about that. You seem to have left out a little detail about how, or more specifically who, catches you all. Marcel's secret weapon."
"Girl about this high, adorable, anger issues?" Rebekah added.
"You left this detail out in planning the terms of our deal, by the way." Klaus growled.
"Davina?" Sophie asked. The Originals stared at her with interest.
"So you know her."
"Where have you seen her?"
"Unfortunately the talented little brat, erased my memory right after throwing me out of a window with her bloody mind." Rebekah replied.
"She's not the only witch in the Quarter powerful enough to do that." Sophie challenged. The blonde scowled at her.
"In short, Davina has Elijah. You witches want to get her away from Marcel I assume, but we don't know where she is. Ergo, we need magic."
"But Davina would sense it."
"Unless another witch was performing a bigger spell to distract Marcel, at the same time." Rebekah added.
"None of our witches deserve to die." Sophie protested, shaking her head. Klaus slammed his hands down on the table in front of them and walked around it to sit right in front of her. He places his hands on her knees.
"You've no right to be so principled. You can't win a war without a few strategic losses."
"And how many times have the vampires been one step ahead of you?" A voice sounded. Klaus whipped his head around, eyes wide on Caroline who walked slowly into the room. She crossed her arms and smiled triumphantly at Sophie. "Your sister was executed in the town square, wasn't she? Jane-Anne?"
Sophie visibly gulped.
"Besides. No one has to die." All eyes turned to Caroline and she smiled.
"Your brightest and best man Thierry, is fraternizing with the enemy." Klaus smiled at Marcel in greeting.
"Hello to you too. And no he's not, his girl just runs the voodoo shop. She's human."
"But she's friends with witches." Klaus protested.
"Yeah, good friends. Kate ends up giving me good intel sometimes. And Thierry's a grown man, he can make his own choices."
Klaus and Marcel turned to Thierry sitting on the middle of the stairs, trumpet in hand. He began playing offhand, like an artist sketching something he couldn't get out of his head. The music notes mixed with the summer breeze beautifully, and Klaus was reminded how old he was.
"You're right, he is good. Trumpet man, yeah?" Klaus asked rhetorically. Marcel nodded. "I'm sure you believe the witches aren't a threat, even if one becomes involved with your day walkers. But you don't want them getting too bold, correct? And the tip last night of there being a werewolf in the Quarter, leading to all Nightwalkers sent to that location being killed. Haven't you considered that it was a trap?" Klaus mused. Marcel stared at him. He had so much faith in his men, he obviously hadn't considered it. Klaus smiled to himself as Marcel turned to Thierry on the stairs. The trumpet music was cut short.
"Take a group of Nightwalkers to the Cauldron, do a roust. And make it nasty, yeah?"
Thierry nodded and Klaus could see the conflict on his young face. The plan was working.
Rebekah wandered into the witch graveyard and saw Sophie tending to her sister's grave.
"Family is important, right Soph?" She greeted. The woman turned around and stood up.
"What are you doing here?"
"I merely wondered at a little rumor I'd heard going down the grapevine. Marcel seems to have a crush on a non-witch whose sister he murdered in front of her."
Sophie narrowed her eyes at the vampire, crossing her arms.
"Your point?"
"Well, Marcel is hosting a charity party tonight, and from another rumor I've heard, he would be willing to allow just the teensiest bit of magic to be used...to bring Jane-Anne back."
Sophie's head went from deadpan, to curious, to hopeful.
"He wouldn't tell me any of this, and I'm sure he'd deny it for anyone but you. If you come to the party, show your face a bit, maybe he'll spill the beans."
The woman's face lit up and Rebekah almost felt bad for lying.
Almost.
"Sister." Klaus greeted over the phone.
"Well brother, I believe I made certain Marcel will be suitably distracted tonight."
"Dare I ask?"
"Suffice to say, his attention will not be on us, and leave it at that. I did my bit. Now, what are you doing to ensure Elijah's return?" Rebekah asked.
"Currently I'm preparing insurance against the tender-hearted."
"Meaning?"
"We need suitable motivation for dear Katie to cast a powerful spell later on."
Rebekah thought hard, wondering what this actually meant. What did this have to do with helping Elijah? She shook her head, knowing he'd explain eventually if she didn't work it out.
"Marcel ordered a rousting of the witches earlier. The man I drained of vervain and suitably compelled, and Thierry, will both be there. The dominoes merely have to fall now."
Rebekah thought hard, wondering what this actually meant. What did this have to do with helping Elijah? She shook her head, knowing he'd explain eventually if she didn't work it out.
"So Kate enlists Blanche's help to take Marcel down, to rescue Thierry." Caroline added. Klaus looked at her and smiled.
"Exactly, love. And a main law Marcel has for his vampires is not to kill one another." He replied. Then got up and went to ready for the party.
Klaus was only sorry in the long run that Caroline wasn't able to come with them. She would've outshone anyone in that place. But perhaps it was better she was Hayley's nursemaid...Marcel would notice her otherwise.
When he and Rebekah walked into Marcel's compound, they saw so so many displays, costumes and additions to the party. Glitter falling from the sky, dancers with snakes playing about their arms, women practicing their cirque de solei moves on slik fabric thirty feet off the ground.
"How gauche." Rebekah noted, watching a woman with a mask and dressed like a swan walk by them. Klaus was almost inclined to agree.
"It's certainly a fitting backdrop for tonight's events in any case."
Rebekah looked around, and smiled when she saw Sophie Deveraux walk in, dressed as a...mermaid angel? Mangel? She clearly didn't go to parties all that often other than as the cook.
"Bloody hell, what's she doing here?" He said with a huff.
"What better way to distract Marcel than with a tender heart?" Rebekah asked in reply, as she went off to greet the woman.
"Well darling, you look precious."
"Where's Marcel?" Sophie demanded. She gestured to her costume. "I look ridiculous and your little rumor mill is the only reason I'm here and not making sure Davina's found."
"Now, dear, don't demand the answers of him just yet. No one likes a girl that tries too hard."
Sophie glared back at Rebekah but considered her, then continued to look around.
"Marcel will most certainly see you in a second. Just wait."
And Rebekah left the awkward non-witch standing in a sea of vampires who knew who her sister had been and what she'd tried to do. Marcel would need to swoop in if he still wanted a shot with her. If nothing else, Klaus would protect her for the moment as their information fountain.
Then she went to the bar.
"Scotch, please." She ordered. Marcel appeared quickly at her side.
"You trying to be cute inviting her here?" He asked calmly. Rebekah held his eyes then smiled without warmth.
"She's the cute one." She replied, then turned back to wait for her drink.
"Jealousy looks good on you, Bekah." Marcel complimented with a smile. Then he turned to Sophie just as one of his men was sniffing around her. The man caught his eye and sped off before Sophie could notice him.
"Killer party." Sophie greeted. He winced and shrugged.
"It's a work thing. Just to get the necessary money to find our city's gumbo addiction."
In spite of herself, she smiled.
Hayley trudged barefoot around the pool behind the Mikaelson manor, fiddling with the tips of her fingers. The pool was lit up from the bottom as well as the backyard lights which made the house seem a lot more modern from the outside considering who was living in it. She could feel a pull from within, the wolf whining and wanting to howl to signal where she was.
When she reached the end of the pool, her eyes steadied on an actual wolf, standing before her with its standard yellow eyes. They stared at each other.
"You aren't supposed to be out here." A voice broke the silence, making Hayley gasp. She spun around and an Asian-looking woman looked back at her.
"Who are you?"
"I'm a friend of Sophie and Sabine, Duong. But I go by Dew."
"So you're one of the witches. Okay." Was all Hayley replied. She stopped running her fingers together.
"She wanted me to keep an eye on you." Dew explained.
"Trust me, I already have a few in me and on me." She replied. Dew shook her head and smiled.
"It's drawn to you, you know. If you'd like, I could find out what its name is."
Hayley turned back to the clearing, and the wolf was gone by then.
"Your baby is new. Part werewolf, part witch, and part wolf. You and Klaus made something unique." Dew said. Hayley breathed a laugh and tried to keep from grinning. She was glad the witches still didn't know she was carrying twins.
"You sound like Elijah." She said. "He thinks this baby is gonna make me and the Mikaelsons all one big happy family. But he's gone, and I don't even what it's gonna do to me while it gets bigger. Or what it is."
"There's no set of rules we can go by. All we can hope for, is you and the baby survive healthy." Dew said with an unsteady smile. Hayley watched her carefully. Dew just sighed.
"If you'd like, I could do something to answer one of your questions. I mean, find out if it's a boy or a girl."
"I thought you guys couldn't do witchy stuff." Hayley replied cautiously.
"It's not magic, it's just an old trick my mother taught me." Dew said with a smile and a shake of her head.
Maybe this trick wouldn't be able to sense two fetuses. She felt like she wanted to consult with Caroline first, but also didn't want to admit she needed any help.
"Dya mind if I think it over?" Hayley asked. Dew's smile faltered only a fraction, but she nodded.
Marcel lazily spun Sophie in front of him to the slow music, smiling widely that she even wanted to touch his hand, let alone dance with him.
"You're a hideously evil little thing, you know?" Klaus said, both worried Sophie would be killed any second and impressed at Rebekah's move.
"Aren't they just perfect for one another?" She asked in reply, her eyes blinking her jealousy away, but only from her retinas. Her mouth hung open, and she remembered the last time she and Marcel had danced together. In 1910. "You wanted Marcel distracted, voila."
Suddenly one of Marcel's men, Malcolm came in looking for him. He gave an apologetic glance at him for breaking up the dance with the non-witch just as he was about to kiss her, and began whispering in his ear. Thierry had broken a law. One of the nightwalkers was dead.
"My cue to leave." Rebekah excused herself, hardly daring to hope Marcel would actually not spare Sophie a second glance as he went to deal with the problem at hand. Thierry came in not long after with a worried and scared look on his long face. Marcel barely kept a growl from escaping, turning back to Sophie to put a hand on her shoulder and nod an apology that the dance was over. Malcolm stayed behind to cast a suspicious look at her which she copied.
Marcel charged over to Thierry, then forced him back out of the room by the throat. Then with the vampire's head knocked into the wall, he bared his teeth.
"What the hell did you do?!" Marcel demanded.
His guys had to pull him off Thierry to keep from causing more of a scene than he already was. Sophie knew now she wasn't getting the answers she wanted tonight, and quickly followed after Rebekah.
Klaus smiled at the development. The dominoes continued to fall where he'd wanted.
"I want to hear your side of it." Marcel pointed a finger at him, trying to calm down. His best man wouldn't just betray him like this, would he?!
"Marcel, come on. He was going to hurt...he was gonna hurt Katie."
"I turned Max myself. He was well within his rights to hurt your girl, she's an ally of the witches. Now he's dead."
Klaus continued to watch the scene from the ongoing party, charming other pretty young women and pretending to listen to them.
"I didn't mean for it to happen." Thierry replied honestly.
"You broke my most important rule, T. That's not something you can just apologize for!" Marcel exploded at him. "We've been friends for what, 70 years now? I turned you into something that can't die. I gave you a gift."
Thierry gulped nervously. Klaus was glad the vampire was a man easily put under duress. More confidence in his position, and Marcel would be suspicious of more individuals, than just him.
"And I've been loyal to you all this time. I still am. I'm still your friend. I swear that hasn't changed, Marcel." He vowed.
Klaus nodded to Josh who'd appeared twenty minutes ago, and handed him an envelope. Josh then went to Marcel. The man had so many night walkers, it would be impossible to keep track of them all...if he was not a capable leader.
Josh handed him the envelope, with the explanation of it being found in Thierry's place.
Marcel found the golden ticket. His teeth bared more, growling and barely holding his fangs back.
"My friend huh?!" He spat. Thierry tried to defend himself but Marcel's glare silenced him. "Here's a lesson in friendship. They don't lie to each other. They don't break my rules. And they do not steal from me!"
Marcel threw the spell Klaus had stolen from Marcel's safe box earlier away in frustration, turning to grip the handrail of the balcony.
Klaus knew what was coming next. Down to the last finger twitch that witch Blanche would use to cast her spell against Marcel. But it was too delicious to keep from watching.
"For the sentence," Marcel turned to face Thierry again, having calmed himself down enough to speak in a normal voice only the vampires around them would be able to hear "of killing one of our own, I sentence Thierry Vanture to 100 years, in the Garden." Marcel glared Thierry down as the man stared back in disbelief.
Thierry knew what this would mean. Marcel chose that number for a reason.
He'd never see Katie again.
Katie and Blanche stood at the entryway where Sophie had presented Hayley to Klaus just days before. Katie sobbed at the news Sophie gave her, which was relayed by Josh. Blanche consoled her, and Sophie could see a rising anger in the witches' eyes.
"He won't get away with this." Blanche assured. Katie didn't hear her. Blanche caught Sophie's eye and nodded an unspoken response.
Sophie nodded back, knowing what she was thinking. And somehow hoping she wouldn't accidentally succeed.
Blanche stalked down the street behind the place she knew Marcel's party was being held. She didn't start drawing attention to herself quite yet, she needed to draw the strength for the spell. It had been a little while since she'd cast a spell all by herself.
Sabine laid a map of the Quarter down, anchoring the corners with candles and setting a small dish of black sand to the side. Caroline gripped her own arms worriedly, glancing at Rebekah.
"Blanche would be here, right? To cast her spell?" She asked.
"Why would she be here?" Rebekah replied, shaking her head at her. "No, she's the distraction. Marcel and his men won't be coming to the witch's graveyard twice tonight."
Caroline shook her head in disbelief and sped away. Rebekah's eyes widened, suddenly worried the plans would go tits up if Caroline got her way. She pulled out her phone and quickly texted Klaus.
' Caroline knows '
Klaus grumbled at the vibration in his pocket, now aware of what transpired.
Sabine got a compass with a chain out of her pocket and set it out, running her fingers along the frayed edges of the map lovingly.
"Are you sure we have to let Blanche be cannon fodder?" She asked Sophie. Sophie looked at Rebekah and nodded to both of them.
"We're doing what we have to do. It's the only way to find Davina without her detecting it." Sophie decided. Sabine nodded, then got up onto her knees, high enough above the map for the compass to fall two inches down without touching it. She began to chant as she felt Blanche's magic stir.
Thierry was pushed to the stairs of the balcony, then out to the street as if it were a funeral procession. It wasn't his life Marcel was robbing him of, but his life with Katie.
Blanche's fingers curled in, and the streetlights around them dimmed. Panicked vampires looked around at each other and surrounded Thierry, sure he was behind this and would look for an escape route.
As Blanche kept chanting, fiddling with the brightness of the lights, Davina shot up, ran to her canvas by her bed and hurriedly began scribbling charcoal circles for a picture too big for one sheet.
Blanche's hand reached for Marcel, and Thierry shouted in protest.
Marcel looked back at him in confusion, but events were happening too fast for him to think about what it meant. Katie hugged the wall, following her friend.
Klaus smiled from the window as he watched the scene unfold. Marcel's world was falling down around him. His little witch would protect him from the worst of Blanche's spells, but wouldn't be able to keep him from one, small piece of wood.
And as Marcel is after all his chosen son, he would do what any father should do.
But he was getting ahead of himself, his wolf heart leaping at the chaos before him.
Blanche swept her arm away and the street lights shattered one by one, all the vampires around grabbed their skulls at the high-pitched noise, and made Caroline who was a block away, stumble, scraping her bare knee on the pavement. Luckily, no one was around to notice.
One of the stronger vampires began a human run towards Blanche, but she merely revamped the spell, shattering more lights and the fanged beast who came towards her fell, rolling to the side as he passed out.
Caroline followed suit.
Davina's charcoal drawing took more shape, finished in it's own corner then she ripped the paper away, not caring if it was intact, and began another. She didn't notice the wind around her, blowing all of her hair back and nearly pushing her away from her work. She didn't realize what it meant.
Sabine stole a small glimpse into where the link between her and Marcel centered. A small room in an attic, the young barefoot teenager gritting her teeth at the want, the compulsive need, to finish her work.
Davina breathed again and stood upright, as did Marcel whose teeth bared at Blanche. He pounded his chest with his fists and stood two steps towards her before being thrown down onto his knees again.
Sabine chanted louder, swaying. The compass had started swinging in a small circle over the map, the black sand she'd placed at the corner moving of its own accord to find the exact location Davina would be.
Marcel's face was ground into the street as Blanche's spell was revamped stronger than she'd ever done. Katie's blood pumped with excitement, and she walked towards her friend, Marcel's men too preoccupied with the witch to care about a little human.
"NO!" An echoed voice sounded around them all. Davina pulled herself to her feet and so therefore, did Marcel. He grinned at the stunned witch.
"Your friend wants to save her man." He and the witch shared a hateful glare. "Come on, then!" He roared, lunging at her. She sent another wave of magic at him, and he fell back to his knees. The witch suddenly wished she'd studied harder at the spells, the vampire's heart was right there and with one simple hand gesture she could've just ripped it out. This all could be over. Yet she never learned how to do it.
But no. She had something else.
"Die, you bastard!" The witch shrieked, raising a thin stake fashioned from a chair leg in the air.
"No, Blanche, no!" Both Thierry and Katie screamed in protest. This wasn't the plan!
Within seconds Klaus appeared, and broke the witch's neck. Kate screamed in surprise, and Klaus did the same to her.
With the magic waves gone, Thierry crawled over to Kate.
"No...no!" He sobbed into the woman's shoulder. Kate hung limp in the vampire's arms.
Marcel stood, breathless.
Sabine knelt at the front of the map, the ashes and the stopwatch stopped moving.
"Something's wrong. I can't feel Blanche's magic anymore." Sabine said. She turned to Sophie and Rebekah.
"But I found Davina."
Klaus had bought a drink for Marcel at the bar after killing the two women, telling the bartender it was for Marcel when he returned. Then he left.
He wasn't looking forward to what Caroline would say to all of this, but she'd get over it soon enough. Much more important things were on her new list of priorities, after all.
Caroline had picked herself up off the ground earlier right in time to see Klaus break not only Blanche's neck but Katie's as well. She knew if she'd stayed there to investigate further or to join Klaus inside she'd be discovered by stronger vampires who'd only view her as a stranger, maybe even a threat, so returning to the mansion was the safest option.
She got back, and found a bottle of wine that she took generous gulps of before Klaus had entered the house.
Klaus watched her in interest and dread as he went for a crystal bottle of liquor on the counter she hadn't even noticed.
"You just killed them. Just like they were nothing." Caroline lamented. She did take a long look at the way he was dressed. Entirely black attire with slicked-back hair almost like the greasers she had read about had had. It wasn't a good look for him, honestly. But the black suit made him seem more of a black hole than she'd ever considered before.
"They were pawns, love. Pawns are meant to be used." Klaus chided.
"Besides, we know where Elijah is now." Rebekah added, leaning against the door frame. Klaus smiled at the news.
"Also, I saved Marcel's life by taking Katie and Blanches'. There was no way Blanche would've let Marcel live after what he'd decreed for her friends' boyfriend. In doing so, Marcel has agreed to simply hand Elijah right back to us."
Caroline shook her head at him.
"Blanche trusted Sophie. And I, trusted the both of you." Caroline protested. Klaus's triumphant smile faded. "All against my better instincts, of course. God knows what's gonna happen to Sophie after all this."
"The witches are on no one's side but their own, Caroline." Klaus countered. "All the witches care about is getting their own power back from Marcel, which is currently Davina. Now that he trusts me, he'll tell me everything I need to know about her. And then I'll have her as my own weapon against the witches."
"You mean your family, will." Caroline replied. This is what was going to help bring his babies into the world? Klaus blinked. She shook her head at him. "You disgust me." She snarled. Klaus sneered at her.
"What else is new?" He said. But the light of his own joke left his eyes like before. Caroline turned and left the room in search of Hayley.
Thierry stood in chains, the last speck of freedom he'd know for a century. He didn't care anymore. He'd lost what made him most alive, and now he would gladly disappear from the world.
Marcel stood staring at him.
"Was she really worth it?" He asked. Thierry stared back at him.
"I loved her." Was all he replied. Marcel quickly dug a thick piece of rebar through the vampire's torso to keep him pinned into the stone wall. Thierry groaned at the pain, watching his former friend only look at him now with disappointment. Marcel handed the last tool to the compelled human bricklayer.
"Let him rot."
Marcel went to Davina's church, rushing to her room. She heard his footsteps and saw his bloodied shirt and disheveled appearance.
"Are you okay?" She demanded, running into his arms. "I was so worried!"
Another vampire would be worried the Mikaelson laying unwilling in his coffin still saw and heard everything like they were omnipotent. Marcel knew from asking when he was a boy that they weren't. They were trapped in their own mind, with only themselves and memories of other people for company until the dagger was pulled free.
"I'm just fine, D. Thank you. Whatever you were doing, it worked."
"It was the old ones, wasn't it?" She accused, fearful and angry. Marcel shook his head with a smile.
"Actually, Klaus helped me. He saved my life." He said, as Davina blinked in confusion. "I'm gonna make things right between us. I promised Klaus I'd give him back Elijah." Marcel moved towards the coffin to pull the dagger out.
"No." Davina protested. Marcel turned back to her.
"D-"
"No!" She insisted. "You said the old ones were dangerous. So I'm not giving him back until I've figured out a way to kill them."
Marcel turned to Davina, studying her. With any of his men, he would've strong-armed his way into getting what he wanted. But she had become like family to him.
It was going to be hard to find an excuse to tell Klaus.
Caroline found Hayley typing some latin words into Google Translate. One knee was pulled up so her foot was on the seat next to her, and one hand was fiddling with her hair which was already getting more luxurious than before.
"Good news, Elijah's coming back." Caroline said. Hayley smiled openly.
"I guess Klaus being diabolical has its perks." She replied. Caroline shook her head to herself and shrugged. "By the way I learned something today. A couple of things, actually."
Caroline's eyebrows raised to prompt her to go on.
"One of Sophie's witch friends offered to do a non-spell thing to figure out what gender the baby is." Hayley replied.
Caroline froze and stared incredulously at her. "What?!"
"Don't worry, she didn't figure out I was carrying twins. I guess her little trick only latched on to one of the babies." Hayley shrugged. Caroline breathed a sigh of relief. "But one is definitely a girl."
Caroline looked at the latin words on the screen.
"What's that?" She asked.
"Oh, she was doing that trick, and then started seizing and saying this latin stuff."
Caroline took a closer look at the words. Hayley looked at her.
"Why would you know what any of that means?" She asked.
"I helped Bonnie a little bit with remembering her spells. Everything's in latin so I picked up a few words."
"What are the words here?" Hayley asked. "Are they staying in me longer than normal supernatural babies or something?"
Caroline shook her head.
"I understand the word infantima, that's easy. And malom sounds like the spanish word 'mal' for bad." She took a step back and shook her head. "It's like the witch friend was prophesying that the twins are going to be evil or something."
"As long as they start being evil once they're outside of me, I don't care." Hayley replied with a shake of her head. "The sooner I'm able to leave the better."
"Well, maybe as soon as you seen your babies you'll think different." Caroline protested without waiting for a response. She walked out of the room to go and find Rebekah. With no Rebekah to be found, she called Elena.
"He did what?" Elena said rhetorically, pacing her bedroom.
"I know!" Caroline agreed. She didn't like that Elena was with Damon now, but she couldn't get Bonnie on the phone.
"Care, you have to get out of there. Pretty soon he'll use you for 'cannon fodder.'" Elena pleaded.
"I want to make sure the babies are safe. Once they are I'll come back, I promise." Caroline replied.
"Why can't you bring Hayley back here?"
"Didn't I tell you?"
"No."
"Hayley's got this hex thing on her to keep her in New Orleans. If she leaves the city she'll die."
"Shit." Elena agreed.
"How are things over there?" Caroline asked.
"A lot less dire than they are on your end."
"I'm sure you're having sex on every surface of the Salvatore Mansion, right?" Caroline asked.
"Caroline!"
"Tell Bonnie to call me, would you? I can't get a hold of her."
"I've been trying to call her too. Where ever she is, she's not talking to anyone." Elena assured her. Caroline scoffed.
"I'll let you go save the two most unlucky babies in the world." Elena said.
"And don't tell Damon I said hi." Caroline replied.