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Chapter 11: Into the Lion's Den
French Quarter, New Orleans
"Didn't expect to see you so soon, love," Klaus greeted me as I stormed into the living room, barging into him drinking from a human's neck.
"Your brother is a son of a bitch!" I screamed, fuming. I grabbed a lamp and threw it across the room just to vent and annoy Klaus.
"Granted, my mother is a bitch," Klaus said, wiping his lips with a napkin. "Are you talking about Kol or Elijah…or Finn?" Klaus asked, still confused.
"Don't play games with me! Did Kol tell you about his plan?" I asked and Klaus rolled his eyes.
"Stop that!" he scolded as I grabbed a marble looking ornament, about to throw at him. "What did he do now?" Klaus asked in annoyance as he snatched the ornament from my hand. I studied him a moment before letting out a sigh. I handed Klaus the goodbye letter Kol gave me and plopped down onto the couch, next to the half-dead woman.
"My darling Vanessa," Klaus read dramatically and I glared at him as my fangs lowered. Klaus chuckled a little before he continued to read the letter silently as I drank from the woman.
"Well, what do you want me to do?" Klaus asked.
"You can start by listing every powerful witches that you know like Kol had promised," I snapped.
"Kol said-"
"Well if any of what he said is true, it's about the part that I am stubborn as hell. And I will bring him back and I will stake him dead myself!" I huffed, pushing the woman off me.
"You have to respect his decisions-"
"And what about my decisions?" I argued.
"Love, you can't see him, but I know he's been watching over you ever since your brother killed him in your bloody kitchen. He saw everything, he watched you grieved," Klaus said.
"Your point?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"I erased your memory. But watching you grieved did tear me apart. And I'm sure it broke my brother's heart too," Klaus said and I remained silent.
"Make me remember," I said quietly and Klaus shook his head. "Klaus! You promised me you would never mess with my head again!" I exclaimed angrily, charging towards him and he dodged, pinning me against the wall by my shoulders harshly.
"What? And let you commit suicide again?" He growled and I looked at him in surprise.
"No," I said and Klaus scoffed, looking away. I looked at him pleadingly and he finally sighed. His hand touched the side of my head and his memories flooded my mind.
"Vanessa love, where are you?" Klaus called out, seeing her room was empty. She'd her meal last night and it wasn't just one guy, it was a whole lot of them. He was going to close the door when something glistening caught his eye making him take a double look.
On the dressing table, was Vanessa's daylight necklace.
Klaus flashed over to the Gilbert's residence, or what was left of it. He went to Mystic Grill, the Wickery Bridge, he even went to Salvatore Boarding House and threatened them into finding Vanessa. Stefan and Damon quickly looked for her around the town and Klaus's eyes widened as he remembered.
He sped over to the graveyard and it was empty. "Where is she?" Klaus screamed at Stefan who just arrived at the scene.
"I don't know Klaus-"
"You listen to me! If she-if anything happens to her, I will kill all of you. Every bloody single lot of you!" Klaus growled and release his chokehold over Stefan. He saw the forest and sighed.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Klaus growled, pinning Vanessa against the tree. He found her. God, it was at Kol's favorite spot as a child.
"You were not supposed to find me," she said softly before looking at him tearfully. "It hurts," she said, tears falling nonstop as she looked at him pleadingly. "Make it stop," she sobbed.
"Love, it will be okay," he said, pulling her into his embrace.
"I can't. Everything is heightened," she said.
"I know," Klaus said softly, stroking her head.
"It's okay, it's okay," Klaus said and then Vanessa screamed into his chest before she started sobbing hysterically. Then, Klaus did what he thought was right at the moment.
"Vanessa love," he said, tilting her head so that she'd look at him. Her blue eyes glistened under the moonlight. "Turn it off."
"Vanessa, sweetheart," Klaus called me and I bit my lower lip. I felt myself shaken by the memories. "I know you love my brother very much, but your love for Kol is destructive. You are too dependent on him," he said.
"I can't live without him," I said through my gritted teeth and Klaus slammed my body against the wall.
"What? If he's dead, you have to die too? You can't live without a bloody man? Where's the strong girl that I knew so well? Where's the survivor that I healed from my werewolf bite?" Klaus asked me angrily and I felt my heart clenched at his words.
"She's dead," I said under my breath. "She died the second she watched her soul mate screamed as he burned to ashes."
"Love," Klaus said gently and he pulled me into an embrace. He let out a sigh as I buried my face in his neck.
"I don't know what to do," I admitted tearfully. "I don't know how to do this."
"I know it's hard. Grief is heightened and heartbreak is like your soul being ripped apart. It takes time, but you will be okay," Klaus said and I just hugged him tighter.
"Make me feel okay?" I asked him quietly and Klaus looked at me carefully.
"What exactly do you want?" he asked me and I took a deep breath.
"I don't want to feel pain, sadness or grief. Not until I have Kol back by my side," I said determinedly.
"With no pain, no sadness, do you know what that is?" Klaus asked.
"I know. Make me turn it off," I said and Klaus shook his head.
"I'm going insane Klaus," I said, begging him. "Please. You compelled me once, you can do it again," I growled and he sighed.
"Turn it off, love."
Paris, France
"Ms Gilbert?" A dark haired vampire asked me with a charming smile.
"Yes, and you are?" I asked, taking him in. He seemed at ease, not even thinking that I am a threat to him.
"You can call me Charles. I took over the infamous Marque de Sade's business after his unfortunate demise," he said.
"Are you an enemy of his?" I asked him, tilting my head to the side and he just smiled.
"I believe we should not talk ill of the dead. How can I help you?" he asked.
"Do you know who I am?" I asked.
"Of course. Vanessa Gilbert. A friend of Kol Mikaelson," he said carefully.
"Right, I'm on a witch business on behalf of the Late Kol Mikaelson. And I'm sure a man of your power and knowledge, could help me," I said, calmly.
"What do you need?" he asked.
"I'm looking for some Dubois witches, is there any scattering around here?"
"What do you want with them?" he asked.
"You know what I want," I said, leaning back and crossing my legs.
"Yes, unfortunately, having Kol Mikaelson back in this world is not very ideal with me," he said in distaste.
"What if your existence ceases to exist? Would that be ideal to you?" I asked lightly with a smile.
"That is an idiotic threat, Ms Gilbert. I am much older than you are," he said.
"And underestimating me in a battle is quite idiotic," I said truthfully.
"Is that so?"
"Since I'm in no mood to get blood in my hair today, I'll let you live. Tell me where can I find the witches."
"That would be no," he said and I shrugged, before quickly stabbing his wrist with a pocket knife. He groaned and I retracted the knife.
"That was laced with werewolf venom," I said with a wink. "One of my tricks against an older vampire. Courtesy of Klaus Mikaelson," I said. "Tell me where they are and I'll let you live."
"The witches have migrated to New Orleans during the witches' trial," he growled and I shook my head.
"Well, well, do you have any other witches that could be of use to me?"
"If I give you my witch, you'll heal me?" he asked and I smiled.
"Of course," I said.
"Christine Delacour. She's a bartender in Chez Georges," he said and I grinned.
"Thank you, and oh, I lied about the werewolf venom," I said with a wink, before snapping his neck.
Chez Georges, Paris
"Bonjour. Is Christine Delacour around?" I asked the bartender with nametag Jean.
"Sorry, she went home," the blonde bartender said robotically and I clicked my tongue in
distaste. "What can I get for you?"
"Scotch on the rocks please," a British accented voice interrupted and the bartender placed two glasses. I glanced to my side and raised an eyebrow at the stranger.
"Can I help you?" I asked in annoyance and he smiled, unbuttoning the button of his coat as he sat next to me.
"I believe we can help each other," he said.
"Are you one of Charles's men? Did he not find it funny about the werewolf venom?" I said, sipping on the scotch and the man looked at me patiently.
"You don't remember me?" he asked and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Should I?" I asked and he forced a smile on his face.
"You hurt my pride, Ms Vanessa," he said and the way he said my name was too familiar that my mind finally recognized his face.
"Tristan de something," I said and he looked at me, slightly amused.
"Tristan de Martel," he corrected me. "No humanity does give you a beautiful glow," he said.
"Thank you, not to mention the scent of blood of the people I murdered as my perfume," I said dryly.
"Well Ms Vanessa, as I said, I believe I have a deal to offer," he said and I raised an eyebrow. "A witch powerful enough to bring Kol Mikaelson from the dead for you."
"In return of?" I asked suspiciously.
"In return for an agreement," he said.
"To what?"
"My offer for you is unlimited power and resources beyond your imagination. I run an elite society of vampires call the Strix. And I'd like to invite you to join our rank," Tristan explained and I raised an eyebrow at him, sipping the scotch.
"A vampire club?" I asked, amused. I noticed several men in suit that sat far enough from us and two women in fancy dress and I raised an eyebrow at him. "You brought your bodyguards. Is this a threat?"
"No, love. I simply have too many enemies and I'm here to make a friend," he told me with a smile. "I'll leave you to think about it. I do hope you consider this offer thoroughly. Until we meet again," he said, taking my hand in his and kissed my knuckles. I held his eyes and waited until he left.
"So Jean darling, where can I find this Christine?"
I woke up as the sunlight shone on my face and yawned. It's been a while since I woke up without a hangover. I remembered the meeting with Tristan and sighed. I knew he was the one who had killed or kidnapped the Delacour witch. He wanted me for a reason and I needed to know why. I had a sense that he had been the reason to my failure in finding witches to perform the resurrection spell. I had literally scoured the Earth searching for witches. London, Ireland, Turkey, Cairo, Norway, Italy and now here. I rolled my eyes at the thought and headed out to find some answers.
It wasn't until three days later that I heard from him. A lacey white dress with long slit was hung on the wardrobe waiting to be found in the morning. With it was a box of white glittering high heels. My phone rang a second later and I rolled my eyes.
"White is really is not my color," I said and I heard light chuckles from the other line.
"I'd like to disagree. You'd look divine in white," Tristan said.
"So, where will I be going?" I asked.
"I'll have a limo to pick you up at eight," he said.
"Fancy, I feel like a Cinderella," I joked and he laughed.
"I'll see you tonight," he said before hanging up.
"Now, now, I supposed I have to get ready," I said, formulating a plan. The thing about having humanity stripped from you was that you were able to think clearly. It could be a trap, I thought. Whatever he wants from me, it could be a loss for me. Humanity Vanessa who was deeply in love and was miserable at her lover's death would do anything but me? Yes, I'd do anything to achieve my goal but my judgment wasn't clouded by love.
Love is weakness, I had once said. And unfortunately, it is true.
Later that evening, the bell rang on my hotel suite and I picked up my white clutch and answered the door. It was one of Tristan's men and I followed him down to the lobby to the limousine that was waiting for us. Inside, there was no Tristan.
We arrived at one of the fanciest hotel and I was greeted by vampires. Vampires all around the world of various ethnicity and ages. The decoration of the hall was elegant and fancy, with large crystal chandeliers hanging everywhere. The man that had accompanied me handed me a white feathery mask and I put it on. He nodded before leaving me on my own.
I didn't have to guess long, the party was hosted by Tristan and Tristan, being the host will make his grand entrance fashionably late. He reminded me of the Mikaelsons, always needing extra flair.
"Welcome, Vanessa," a tall, dark skinned woman greeted me behind her mask and I smiled.
"Hi," I said. "You are?"
"I'm Aya. And I'll entertain you before Tristan arrives," she said silkily, leading me throughout the room. Vampires fed openly on humans and I looked at Aya.
"This is by far the fanciest vampire party ever. What exactly do you guys do?"
"Our goal is to create a better world for our kind. We organize countless of events that will benefit the world and ourselves. Countless of assassinations, conflicts, peace treaty and even war. You may recognize some of the famous faces. We make use of our sources and eliminate them without a second thought should it be poisonous to our members. We're the top of the food chain; the smartest, the strongest. And, we do as we please and take what we want."
"Is that so?" I asked her.
"Tristan informed me of the price you'd ask. We have no problems to grant you that favour. We have the strongest and most powerful clan of witches at our hands, ready for command."
"And you have no problem with Kol alive?" I asked.
"Believe it or not, Kol was quite a friend," Tristan's voice interrupted us and I smiled.
"I thought you were going to make a grand entrance?" I said playfully and Aya nodded at Tristan, leaving us.
"I was about to," he said softly to me and offered me his arm. "The Strix is the oldest and most influential society of vampires. We have intel and members all around the world. Our resources, is endless. Knowledge from all over the world for you to learn and master. Like Aya, she knew all kind of poisons that can even neutralize an Original. Whatever you want, as member of the Strix will be granted."
"I can't say I'm not intrigued," I said and Tristan smiled. He noticed a tall brunette sauntering over us and he adjusted his coarse.
"Vanessa, this is Jacqueline Francois," Tristan said and I smiled at her. "Famously known as Jack the Ripper. She was a huge help to us back in London by creating chaos and fear in the people. Back then, we had this group of vampire hunter hunting our kind."
"Wow, I look forward to hear what's true and what's not regarding your bloodshed," I said and Tristan smiled.
"And I look forward to getting to know Kol's latest flame," she said, stroking my hair and tucking the strand of hair behind my ear. "Blonde, pretty, not really his type. You must be good in bed," she taunted and I gripped her wrist sharply.
"Careful, darling. I also have his psychotic tendencies," I warned and Tristan pressed his hand on my waist.
"Excuse us," he said, leading me away. "Well, well, you're quite aggressive," Tristan commented and I glanced at him sweetly.
"Having second thoughts about inviting me into your vampire club?" I asked playfully and he smiled.
"Love, allow me to introduce you to Shen Min. He was the torture consultant for the legendary conqueror, Genghis Khan." A Chinese man in his thirties with slicked black hair and black suit shook my hand.
"Really? Wow, I'd like to hear your stories one day," I said and he looked pleased at my enthusiasm.
"Before that," Tristan said and led me to the staircase. He grabbed a glass of champagne and handed over to me and tapped his glass with a knife. "My fellow friends," he called out and smiled. "Welcome! It's such a rare occasion for us to come together like this to revel for one night in the company of true equals. I'd like to take a moment to welcome a very special guest," he said and offered me his hand. I took his hand and stepped on the staircase, chin up. "Vanessa Gilbert."
"Thank you. The honor is truly mine," I said silkily.
"Before we allow you to formally join us, well, you will have to prove your worth," Tristan announced and I remained calm. "If you haven't noticed, Ms Vanessa, over the course of this evening, someone has managed to take something quite dear to you…your daylight ring."
I touched my daylight necklace that I had worn as hair ornament on my braided bun and my hand trailed down my neck. The necklace that hold Kol's daylight ring was gone.
"The test is quite simple. First, you need to deduce the identity of the thief. Then, you are simply to take back what is yours... Although, I doubt the prize will be easily relinquished. After all, despite our refinement, we're still a rather violent bunch," Tristan said and I chuckled alongside with the others.
"When's the deadline?" I asked him with a smirk.
"Dawn," he said. "In victory, you become one of us. In failure, you meet your death," Tristan said, eyes on me. I stepped down the stairs to the front of him and shook my head as the crowd dispersed.
"Well, well. You invited me to your party, offered me a membership for your fancy club but I have to go through all this trouble? That's absurd," I complained and Tristan shrugged.
"Yes, but darling, you are going to have to prove yourself to them,"
"Fine, whatever," I said, downing the champagne.
"Good luck," he said and I rolled my eyes at him. "I'm serious," he said, his arm on mine. "I saw what an extraordinary talent you are, Vanessa."
"And what do you get in return?" I asked and he stared at me, almost in wonder.
"You," he answered simply and I could see it was the truth.
"Me?" I asked ridiculously and he smiled. "I'm not some famous ripper or a queen or Lady of the North. I'm young, not really powerful, not even that strong, doesn't really have the knowledge of the poison or the Art of War-"
"I know your worth," Tristan cut me off, and took a step closer to me. His face just inches from mine as his cold blue eyes stared at me. "Do you?" he asked softly yet challengingly and I fell quiet.
An hour later, after confirming my suspicion, I walked up the staircase and tapped the glass with a knife.
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen," I called out and saw Tristan from across the room looking at me in surprise. "I'm sorry, this party is getting rather dull so I'd like it if the real fun could begin," I said with a smile.
"You have your answer?" Aya asked and I smiled knowingly, thanking her for giving me the clue earlier. I tiled my head to side, looking at the brunette dead in the eyes.
"Hiding in plain sight with sweet Jacqueline over there." Jacqueline or Jack the Ripper smirked, and held up her left hand to show the lapis lazuli ring on her index finger.
"Congratulations. But that's only half of the challenge of course," Aya said and I cracked my neck, ready for a fight. I leaped down the staircase, landing gracefully.
"That is my dead boyfriend's daylight ring on your finger. I suggest you take it off before I chop it off your finger," I said, glaring at the brunette.
"I'd like to see you try," she said, smirking. I glanced over at Tristan who nodded at me. I downed the rest of the champagne and placed it on the tray.
"Alright, I didn't spend any money on the dress anyway," I said, ripping off the dress to help me fight better.
I threw the knife that I was holding and she ducked before glaring at me and lunging at me. I dodged to my right, and wrapped the ripped cloth of my dress around her neck before strangling her and kicking her spine. She grunted as she fell to her knees and grabbed me by my head and flipped me over. I landed on my back with a thud and saw her red high heel about to stomp on my head and managed to roll over in time. I pulled her ankle and grabbed a hold of her neck as she fell and slammed her onto the floor.
"Well, Kol always did like his girls to be feisty," she commented before kicking me in the stomach and flipped to her feet. She jabbed a few attacks to which I was able to block but unable to counter. I had to do something before she had me cornered and that was when she punched me in the stomach before smacking my head. I growled, childishly pulling her hair and slamming her head onto the wall.
"If you are trying to make me jealous, I'm afraid that's not a good idea," I said, slamming her head again before throwing her off the other side of the wall. She slid and held her ground and cracked her neck. She snatched a knife from the table and started to slice the air. I finally managed to catch her wrist and twisted her arm, making her loose the grip on the knife and caught it.
"You may be the famous serial killer in London, and you may be stronger than me," I said. "But I know a few tricks that I learned from my enemies," I said, and jabbed the knife precisely into one of her eyeball. "And also, I can be psycho as hell," I whispered, taking out the knife and stabbed her temple hard for that little knife to penetrate her skull.
Breathing hard, I glanced around me as the members of the Strix stood and watched me silently before my eyes fell to Tristan. He walked over me and offered me his hand that I took. He handed me his handkerchief as he circled around me, much like the very first time I met him.
"Ms Vanessa here has shown us her capabilities and her worth to join our ranks. If you'd do the honour," he said, breaking a stake from the mahogany desk and handed it to me.
"The offer is gracious and tempting. Who wouldn't want power at their hands?" I said in wonder as I tucked the loose strands of my hair behind my ear. "But Tristan darling, I do not appreciate being manipulated to do your bidding. I've spent my whole life living like that," I said, leaning in close to him. "Thank you for the offer, but I will not be manipulated anymore," I said, kissing his cheek.
I walked back to the infamous Jack the Ripper and pulled out the knife from her head and chop off her finger. I slid Kol's daylight ring off her finger before throwing the finger over my shoulder, and walked away with no regret.
I was back in my hotel room, drawing a bath with expensive bath salts as I lit the scented candles, needing some peace. My phone rang and I held back a smile that fell once I saw the caller ID. Rolling my eyes, I answered the video call from Klaus.
"Miss me? Or did you just discover the tiny camera symbol means your phone is capable of having a video call?" I teased.
"One of these days that pretty mouth of yours might get you killed, sweetheart," Klaus said before breaking into a smile. I returned the smile and he raised an eyebrow at my appearance. "So I supposed your witch hunt didn't go well?" he asked and I smirked.
"You should have seen the other girl," I said, fixing my hair.
"Ah, I always love a catfight," Klaus said and I rolled my eyes as I undressed. Klaus eyes widened as he gaped, before he looked away, earning laughter from me.
"Wow, I didn't consider you as a gentleman," I teased and he glared at me. I entered the bathtub and poured myself a glass of wine. "On the contrary, I found a witch."
"You do?"
"I turned the offer down however," I said after a while. "I supposed I'm glad I'm not controlled by my heightened emotions. The price can be deadly," I told.
"There will be other ways, love," Klaus said and I shrugged.
"Send my love to Elijah," I said and raised my eyebrow. "I tried to call him, but I figured you have him daggered," I said pointedly and he laughed.
"Well, had to be done," he said almost sadly and I rolled my eyes.
"Bye, Klaus," I said and he stared at me for a while before he nodded.
"Bye love. Take care," he said and I sighed as the call ended. I leaned back to the tub and sipped on the wine.
"Kol, I brought presents!" I called as I entered our luxury suite in Paris.
"In here!" he replied from the bathroom and I left the two blonde girls back in the living room.
"You drew a bath? Never knew you a bath person," I said and he rolled his eyes.
"I drew it for you," he said in annoyance. I lit up in glee before cooing in adoration.
"Aww, I think I'm getting used to you being sweet," I said and he grinned.
"They said bath can relax you? And after the day we had with de Sade, I think you need it," he said, pulling me close to him as he unzipped my dress.
"Who are they?"
"The internet," he replied cheekily and I grinned.
"You are so cute," I said and he laughed.
"And devilishly handsome," he added and I grinned as I let him slid my dress off my body.
"And devilishly handsome," I agreed, kissing him in the lips. His hands roamed my thigh and waist, before cupping my breast. I sighed in content, as my hand played with his hair and the other stroked his arm.
"You are overdressed," I said and he smirked, as he took off his shirt. I entered the bathtub and he raised his eyebrow as he unbuckled his belt.
"How am I going to fit in that small bathtub?" he complained.
"I'm sorry your highness. I forgot you used to live in a castle," I said, and dragged him into the tub with a splash, causing the water to flood the bathroom tiles.
"Speaking of castle, tomorrow we shall leave for Marseille. I'd like to take you to the De Martel's castle. I believe there are little what left of it, but I'd like to show you where we used to live," he said.
"De Martel?" I asked. "Who are they?"
My eyes flew opened at the intrusion. Smelling his cologne, I smirked. "While you are at it, why don't you bring me another glass of wine," I called out to the air.
"I come bearing gifts," Tristan said, stopping at the bathroom door.
"Oh you can come in, I don't mind." I glanced at him and raised an eyebrow at his bloodied shirt. "What did she do to deserve that?"
"Fraternizing with my enemy, causing distress to my sister," Tristan replied with a casual shrug. He sat on the bathtub next to my feet and looked at me. "I chose the people that will take any initiate's daylight jewellery. They are executed every time," he explained.
"What if I fail to kill her?" I asked.
"You won't," he replied simply. I raised an eyebrow in question. "I know every initiate's potential and strength."
"Whatever," I said, closing my eyes. Tristan snapped his fingers and a terrified brunette walked into the bathroom.
"Ah, you did come bearing gift," I said. "Wait, didn't you say gifts?"
"One at a time, love," Tristan said and I smiled charmingly. I rose to my feet, and I watched as Tristan held his eye contact with me even with my naked body on display. He grabbed a towel, and offered it to me. I took it with a smile and wrapped the towel around my body as I circled the poor girl.
"Ladies first," Tristan said and I grinned, before I felt my face changed and I sunk my fangs into the girl's neck. He bit her on the other side of the neck and I felt rush of pleasure flood my vein. We let the girl drop dead and I pinned him against the wall.
"I don't like to be manipulated," I told him warningly.
"I'm not," he said calmly.
"We'll see," I said, tracing his neck with my nail down to his torso before looking back up at him.
"Don't worry. Kol's too dead to kill you. You may touch me," I said and he looked at me calculatingly. In a flash, Tristan had me against the wall and crashed his lips against mine.
When you've been with a man like Kol, apparently you learned a few tricks how to satisfy a man. And also, you learned how to make men sleep well. I pressed my red lips on the note and smiled.
"Thank you for the gifts, darling," I said and dragged my luggage out of the suite, heading for Athens, Greece.
Darling Tristan,
I know you've been watching me for quite a while. That's how you knew I like my victims to be brunette. I know you've made your research about me ever since we met on Las Vegas.
And you waited to have a proposal to offer me. And yes, I did question you on my initiation. In truth, I already know the answer.
I do not have wealth, power, strength or even knowledge, but I do have connections. To the Mikaelsons to be exact.
I know all about you and the Strix before you brought me to your little gathering. I know about your sister and her illness. I know about Aya and Elijah's history. I know about Lucien and his company.
And I shall tell you for the last time, I don't like to be manipulated. There's a price for even trying to manipulate me. Therefore, thanks for the witch. We're even, I promised.
Au revoir.
P/S: Apparently ancient vampires don't like passwords.
Love,
Vanessa
I don't know if you guys want Nessie to join the Strix, but I wanted to show this side of her. That she isn't just some psychotic, angry vampire that lashes out. She is also smart and cunning, (traits that she learned from Klaus) and she wasn't going to fall for Tristan's words and manipulation. It was a nice turn of event, huh? That Vanessa actually know Tristan's move and beat him at his own game :) You go gurl!