The night grew colder and Sophie shivered as she stood before the shrine she had made for her sister in the alley behind Rousseau's. She watched the flames of the candles bend under the wind as she whispered to herself.
"You got me into this Jane," she cried. "Give me the strength to finish it."
She picked up an unlit candle and brought the wick to a flame. She welcomed the warmth in her hands. She put the candle down, but almost let it fall to the ground as the backdoor from the restaurant behind her suddenly slammed shut in a startling noise. She turned around and found a vampire behind her.
"What do you want?" she asked, annoyed by the presence of the unwanted visitor.
"You're doing magic?" another vampire asked from the other side of the alley.
"I'm praying to my dead sister," she told them. "Go ahead, pay your respects!" she spat.
"Don't make this a thing, Sophie," the first vampire said, startling her as he had sped before her. "The hybrid was looking for Jane-Anne, Marcel wants to know why."
"I'd say ask her yourself, but I guess you can't, seeing as Marcel killed her."
She turned around, trying to walk away, but he seized her by the arms, growling, as he readied to bite into her neck.
"Two against one," an unfamiliar female voice resonated in the alley. "That's not very fair, now, is it?"
"Who the hell are you?" the second vampire asked, veins appearing under his eyes.
But the scream of his partner in crime distracted him from the intruder, and he turned back towards Sophie, who was now alone, freed from his friend's grip.
Sophie and the remaining vampire looked around, searching, but saw nothing. Something fell from the sky and crashed with a disgusting splash sound at the girl's feet. The vampire approached to take a closer look. It was a heart. He looked up at the stranger with a menacing look, ready to strike, but she smiled and shook her head.
"Behind you."
He turned around only to come face to face with another man, another stranger. The suited vampire seized him by the collar of his shirt, then pushed him against the wall, only to throw him away, upwards, towards the roof of the building across from them, where his back met with a sharp metal bar which impaled him, killing him as it pierced through his heart.
"I'm Elijah," Sophie's savior introduced himself, holding out his hand to the girl, who stepped over the bleeding heart on her way to him. "You've heard of me?"
Sophie nodded, more afraid now than ever.
"So, why don't you tell me what business your family has with my brother?"
Sophie swallowed hard then took a deep breath, trying to find her courage back.
"Not now. Not here," she said, her eyes falling on the girl. "Who are you?"
"Mackenzie."
Sophie looked back at Elijah in confusion. It seemed odd to her that an Original would be accompanied by a mortal. For what? Was she his personal walking blood bad? Was she compelled? Did he just use her as bait? But then again, even though Sophie could tell she wasn't a witch, she was something, certainly not human. And she was powerful.
"What are you?"
"She's with me," Elijah said.
"Fair enough," Sophie quickly replied as his polite, though quite threatening tone intimidated her.
"Where do you want to talk?"
"The cemetery. We'll be able to speak freely there."
Sophie watched as the girl turned to Elijah and whispered something to him the witch couldn't hear.
"'lijah, I'm not stepping one foot in that cemetery."
"Why not?"
"You heard Sabine. That's where they bury their dead witches, that's where all their ancestors are. I am not going in there."
"You think they'll hurt you."
"I know they will, I've been in a similar place before, I will not go through that again."
"Go through what?"
Mackenzie sighed. That's right, she thought. He didn't know.
"It's a long story. But witches hate me, and I know they won't be too happy with my presence there."
"You may be right," he nodded. "But I don't want to leave you alone."
Sophie frowned as they seemed to disagree about something, but she figured that eavesdropping on an Original wasn't the brightest idea in the world. She watched as Mackenzie cupped Elijah's cheek and tiptoed to kiss him. She didn't know why she was surprised, but she had imagined no one would ever want to be near an Original, especially in that way, especially with the psycho hybrid as brother-in-law.
"I'm not leaving you alone at Rousseau's."
"Oh, please, 'lijah, I'll be fine. Remember that bar fight with Oliver?"
"That was very entertaining, but it was just a fun brawl between werewolves, I'm afraid New-Orleans doesn't share the same rules as the Forest."
"Well, what do you propose we do then?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips.
Elijah sighed. He didn't really have a better idea.
"I'll stay at the bar, I'll call Rebekah, I'll be fine."
"Very well," he gave up, though the solution didn't appease his worry.
Mackenzie gave one last look to Sophie as goodbye, though didn't say anything, before she turned around, walking away. But Elijah stopped her, as he put a hand on her arm. He took her face in his hands and leaned over to kiss her. Sophie watched as the vampire smiled and whispered at the girl who kissed him back, her hands gripping his coat. He was so gentle. She figured she'd have more chance with him than with Klaus, and perhaps he was her greatest ally in all of this.
Elijah finally let the girl go, and he watched her until she disappeared behind the corner leading to the entry of Rousseau's. When she was finally out of sight, he turned back towards Sophie as he fixed the collar of his black coat.
"Shall we?"
The highest balcony of Marcel's compound, formerly the Mikaelsons', gave a great view of a busy street of the French Quarter. But it didn't seem to better Klaus' foul mood. In fact, it only made it worse, as it reminded him of what he used to have, of what he used to be.
"Look at that skyline, huh?" Marcel told Klaus as he looked at the skyscrapers in the background, "that there, that's progress. More hotels, more tourists, more fresh blood. And the humans? I taught them to look the other way."
"And what of the witches? In my time, they were a force to be reckoned with and now they live in fear. How do you know when they're using magic?"
"Maybe I got a secret weapon, an ace up my sleeve. Something that gives me complete control over all the magic in this town."
"Hmm, is that a fact?" he asked, wondering if Mackenzie's magic would be undetected by Marcel's secret weapon.
"Might be. Or maybe I'm just bluffing," he said with a smile, taking a bag of herbs from his jacket inside pocket.
"You take vervain."
"Burns like a bitch. But I figure I should limit the number of things I'm vulnerable to."
Klaus eyed him suspiciously. But Marcel managed to change the subject, like a pro.
"Mm, mm, mm," he smiled as he looked down at the street below. "New blood."
Klaus looked down and was stunned to see the bartender from before, Camille, walking down the street accompanied by someone he didn't even know was in town. What is she doing here? he wondered, knowing full well that if she was in town, Elijah was too. In fact, he was surprised to see her on her own.
"You have to be either brave, or dumb, to be walking alone at night," Klaus muttered.
"Let's see. Brave, I let them live, dumb, they're dessert," Marcel said before he jumped off the balcony, landing behind the two women.
Klaus debated whether or not to intervene. The thing was, he didn't know who he'd be saving. Mackenzie. Or Marcel.
Mackenzie turned around first as she sensed the vampire's presence before Camille could even hear him. She knew Klaus was near as she could feel his power, and she was looking around, Camille having been nice enough to guide her. But she hadn't thought about looking up.
"You know, it's not safe here alone."
"Well, to be fair there's two of us," Mackenzie said with a smile.
"And I have a black belt in karate," Camille added.
Marcel laughed. Brave it was. He frowned, however, when he saw Mackenzie look up and wave at Klaus.
"You know my friend?" he asked.
"Hey, isn't that Elijah's brother?" Camille recognized the hundred-dollar guy.
"You know Elijah?" Marcel asked Mackenzie.
"Of course she does," Klaus said as he appeared behind Camille, startling her. "Go home, forget this ever happened," he compelled the bartender who complied right away. "Mackenzie here is Elijah's special friend," he told Marcel.
"Ew," she grimaced. "Girlfriend, I'm his girlfriend. Why do you have to make everything sound so gross?"
Klaus laughed. "Let me guess, Katherine let you know I was in town."
"She's not great at keeping secrets."
"Indeed," the hybrid chuckled. "Does your presence here mean you've forgiven me then, for the other night?"
Mackenzie raised her eyebrows. "I wasn't aware you wanted to be forgiven."
"Why, have you been bad, Klaus?" Marcel mocked.
"Oh, he's been extremely bad," Elijah said, his voice coming from behind Mackenzie and Marcel.
Klaus looked up at his big brother who didn't seem so happy. Mackenzie turned around, then back again, knowing he was probably mad she went on by herself.
"Evening, Elijah."
"Niklaus," he greeted as he placed a hand on Mackenzie's shoulder, making Marcel step away from her.
"What an entirely unwelcome surprise."
"And what an entirely unsurprising welcome."
Marcel laughed. "Are you two still fighting?"
"Marcellus, please, leave us," Elijah demanded.
The vampire, obviously upset by the rude request, managed to calm himself down rather quickly and regain his composure and smiled.
"Of course," he said before he disappeared.
"What were you thinking?" Elijah asked Mackenzie as he took her face in his hands, perhaps making sure she was intact.
"I'm fine, 'lijah, I left you a voicemail."
"You could've gotten hurt."
"How? I was with Camille."
"I don't see how that makes it better. Do you know how worried I was when I heard you had left on your own, in this town swarming with unleashed vampires?"
She laughed, pushing his hands away gently.
"Elijah I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."
"She's right, brother, you and I both know what she's capable of."
"You know nothing," he spat. "You imagine her to be a Trojan horse I keep around to betray you."
"We're still mad, are we?"
"Your accusations and insinuations insulted her beyond any reasonable misunderstanding, Niklaus. And I cannot trust you with her, I could never trust you with her."
"Fine," Klaus admitted. "Perhaps I overreacted. But you did keep her a secret from me."
"And you wonder why, Niklaus? After all you've done to hurt me, why would I give you a reason to take her away from me too?"
"Elijah…" Mackenzie tried to stop them from fighting but Klaus had things to say.
"You always see the worst in me, brother, am I so horrible you cannot trust your one true love to be safe in my company?"
Mackenzie tried not to be offended by his sarcasm.
"You are delusional if you believe there is another answer to that question other than 'yes'."
"Okay, that's enough," Mackenzie said. "Klaus, we came here to help you," she lied, seeing as telling Klaus that Elijah was thinking about helping the witches kill him wasn't such a good idea. "And Elijah was just getting some new information, so why don't we just talk about what he's found out?"
"I can't," Elijah said, sighing as he tried to calm down. "Katherine was right. It's not something to be told. It's something to be shown."
"Great," she mumbled, seeing as she couldn't enter the cemetery.
"Well, what are you waiting for, brother," Klaus smirked. "Lead the way."
Mackenzie was frustrated. Her dislike of the witches grew stronger as the minutes passed as she waited for Elijah and Klaus to come out of the cemetery. She heard shouting at some point, but she couldn't make out a single word. She was at least glad to miss Klaus' daily tantrum. Getting bored, she started a game, and she used the element of air to lift herself off of the ground and used her cellphone's timer to see how long she could levitate.
However, a figure exiting the cemetery sped passed her as she was in the air, startling her, and she lost her balance and fell on the side. She was saved by Elijah right before she reached the ground. He placed a kiss in her neck before he brought her to his chest and held her tight before following Klaus.
"Niklaus," he called as he stopped before his brother, putting Mackenzie down beside him.
"It's a trick, Elijah," he said, more upset than she had ever seen him.
"No, brother. It's a gift."
Mackenzie's eyes moved from the hybrid to his elder brother in confusion. More curious than ever.
"It's your chance. It's our chance."
"To what?"
"To start over, take back everything we lost. Everything that was taken from us. Niklaus, our own parents came to despise us. Our family was ruined, we were ruined, and since then, all that you have ever wanted, all that we have ever wanted was a family."
Klaus stared in silence for a moment, tears in his eyes, though Mackenzie wasn't fooled, he wasn't considering anything.
"I will not be manipulated," he said before turning around, but Elijah wouldn't let him go and he moved before him.
"So they're manipulating you, so what? With them, this girl and her child, your child, live."
"Wait what?" Mackenzie breathed out, stunned. Both vampires looked down at her. "What is going on?"
Klaus ignored her. "I'm gonna kill every last one of them," he said, smiling, before pushing Elijah, then turning around in another attempt to walk away. Elijah wouldn't let him.
"And then what? You return to Mystic Falls to resume your life as the hated one, as the evil hybrid? Is it so important to you that people quake with fear at the sound of your name?"
"People quake with fear because I have the power to make them afraid! What will this child offer me? Will it guarantee me power?"
"Family is power, Niklaus. Love, loyalty, that's power. This is what we swore to one another, a thousand years ago, before life tore away what little humanity you had left, before ego, before anger, before paranoia created in this person before me someone I can barely even recognize as my own brother."
Mackenzie stared in silence as Elijah tried to convince Klaus to do the right thing for once. And, from what she understood, for the rightest things of all. A child.
"This is us, the Original family. And we remain together. Always and forever. I am asking you to stay here. I will help you, and I will stand by you. I will be your brother. We will build a home here together. So, save this girl. Save your child," he asked, he hoped, as he put a hand on his brother's shoulder.
Klaus did the same, remaining silent, bringing hope to Elijah that he would say yes, because why would he say no. Even Mackenzie didn't think there was any scenario in which he said no to saving a mother and her child, the mother of his child. But, Klaus being Klaus, he stared his brother right in the eyes and crushed the last flicker of hope that was in it, and said: "no".
Once again, Klaus was his worst enemy.
Neither Elijah nor Mackenzie could stop Klaus from walking away, this time, as they were struck by his answer.
"What the fuck?"
Elijah usually didn't like swearing but, this time, he couldn't help but agree.
"What is going on?"
Elijah sighed as he ran a hand in his hair.
"Hayley."
"Wh- Hayley? What about her?"
"She's pregnant with Klaus' child."
She stared at him like he was speaking an alien language.
"That's not possible."
"According to Sophie Deveraux, the child is one of nature's loophole. Klaus being half-werewolf."
"Wait," Mackenzie said, as she remembered him asking Klaus to 'save the girl'. "The witches are holding Hayley hostage?"
"Yes. In exchange for her safety, they want Klaus to help them take down Marcel."
"Cool, then let's kill him now."
"As much as I would enjoy killing the treacherous thief, I'm afraid that's not the plan."
"Why not?"
"They're hiding something from us. Something they don't want us to find."
"What exactly do they want?"
"First, they want Klaus to agree."
Mackenzie nodded as she took a breath.
"Okay. Well… he's just acting up. Right? There's no way he won't try and help Hayley."
"I'm hoping you're right. Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"To find my brother. Again."
Following Klaus' footsteps was easy. There was only one place he could go. His. Or, Marcel's, as it was now. They infiltrated the party, hiding above the guests, at a balcony. And they watched in silence and mad disappointment as Klaus attacked Marcel in his own home and bit Thierry in another fit of rage.
Needing advice, Elijah called Rebekah once they were back in the streets of the French Quarter, though Mackenzie already knew what she was going to say. So, she called Katherine instead, and asked a silly question.
"Do you think Klaus will come around?"
"You know Elijah, he won't stop until he's convinced Klaus to do the right thing."
"I don't know… can Klaus ever do the right thing?"
"Klaus won't be able to walk away from this."
"You sound so certain…"
"He and I are the same. We manipulate, we thirst for power, we control, we punish… But our actions are driven by one singular place deep inside."
"What?"
"We're alone. And we hate it."
"Oh, Kat…"
"I'll call you once my plane's landed. Try not to die in the meantime," she said, before she hung up.
Mackenzie shook her head as she put her phone back in her jeans pocket.
"Everything okay?" Elijah asked.
"Yeah. What did Rebekah say?"
"She reminded me we don't run an orphanage and then advised me to leave town immediately."
Mackenzie chuckled. What a family.
"What are we gonna do?
"I need to show a sign of good faith to the witches, to give me more time. When Jane-Anne did the spell to confirm the pregnancy, she also linked Hayley to Sophie. Do you think you'll be able to unlink them?"
"An unlinking spell? Sure," she shrugged. "But I'll need to have access to Hayley."
He nodded. "Perhaps, if we give Jane-Anne's body back to the witches as a sign of good faith, they'll agree to release Hayley back to us."
"If I unlink them, they won't have leverage against Klaus anymore."
"Well, the deal was to keep the pregnancy a secret. Sophie promised to let Marcel know about the baby if we don't follow her plan."
"Okay, one, I don't take orders from witches, and neither do you. Two, so what if Marcel knows? We're perfectly capable of protecting her and the child. And three, maybe we should make it clear to the witches that if they know what's good for them, they should fear you as much, if not more, than Marcel."
Elijah smiled. "You sound like Heidi."
"She's a great teacher," Mackenzie replied with pride.
"Very well. First things first. We get Hayley back."
The party was over. The humans were dead, and the alcohol and blood had stopped flowing. Already grieving their dying friend, Marcel's vampires sat in silence at their lair, a bar in the Quarter, while their leader was on the phone, giving orders to some of his men to find Klaus.
"Don't worry," he said. "I know how to deal with Klaus."
"Is that so?"
Marcel looked up and found Elijah and Mackenzie standing before him.
"Please elaborate."
"Elijah Mikaelson," he greeted the vampire for the second time that night. His eyes found Mackenzie, who smirked at him.
Hearing the vampire's last name, Marcel's vampires, who seemed to be his personal bodyguards, got up, ready to defend their King.
"No. I got it," he stopped them. "It's all good."
Elijah gestured for Mackenzie to sit on the booth across Marcel's table, and he sat next to her.
"It's time we had a little chat."
"Well, if you're gonna talk, talk. I got things to do."
"Oh, my, you have grown quite confident over the last century, haven't you?"
"Me? I'd say it's you and your brother who got cocky. Coming to my town like you own the place."
"Well, we did own the place once. We were all quite happy here, as I recall, although we could never control those pesky witches at the French Quarter, how do you do it?"
Marcel sighed. "Your brother asked me the same question. I gave him the same answer, it's my business. Everything, in the Quarter, is my business. Klaus comes into town all nice and friendly, then he starts looking down his nose at what I've done, like it's some cheap knockoff of one of his dumb paintings. Then he gets pissed off like a little bitch and bites one of my guys."
"Well, I do apologize for Klaus' poor behavior. I assume you know that that bite will kill your friend within a matter of days. Of course, Niklaus' blood would cure him," he informed Marcel, who seemed to be more than interested.
"What?"
"Yes, apparently, the blood of the hybrid will cure a werewolf bite. Quite a handy little thing when one needs leverage a negotiation."
"What kind of negotiations we talking about?"
"Return the body of the witch Jane-Anne, allow her people to put her to rest."
Marcel frowned. "What do you care about the witches?"
"Well, that's our business, now, isn't it?" Mackenzie replied.
Marcel leaned back against the back of his seat and considered it, for a second, then nodded. That was easier than Elijah and Mackenzie had expected. But Mackenzie smiled, as she supposed Marcel genuinely cared for Thierry. A redeemable trait that calmed the fire inside of her that called for her to make him pay for his arrogance.
"How are you gonna make Klaus give us his blood?"
"If he refuses," Elijah started to say.
"Then we'll just have to make him," Mackenzie finished.
"You can make Klaus do things?" he asked, skeptical.
She gave him a smile for only answer.
"I'll hold you to your word."
"You know me, Marcel. I always keep my word."
After getting Jane-Anne back to the witches, Elijah promised them to have Klaus agree to their terms or help them out himself. They agreed to release Hayley back to him, but he asked they held on to her a little bit longer, as he planned to chase down Klaus in the streets of New-Orleans and try once again to convince him to help.
Helped by Mackenzie's 'spidey-sense', as Alexander liked to call it, they found him drinking alone in an empty alley, where he couldn't have been less pleased to see them.
"Have I not made clear my desire to be left alone?"
"Oh, you demand to be left alone at least once a decade. Your words have ceased to have impact."
Klaus threw the bottle of whisky he was holding in his hand and the glass shattered against the wall.
"Why must you keep harping on about the baby?!" he shouted. "That child will never be born. In fact, Hayley is probably dead already," he said with a wicked smile that made Mackenzie want to throw up.
But she knew he knew. He knew the witches wouldn't harm Hayley, he didn't think them capable, he didn't think Sophie capable of killing a pregnant woman, and he knew that if they were, Elijah would have stopped them. He knew Hayley was safe. She knew he knew that. She hoped.
Elijah sped towards his brother, seized him by the collar of his jacket and pushed him against the wall.
"You will not walk away from this," he snarled.
"Let me go!"
"I will not!" he shouted as he took his brother by the shirt and threw him on the ground behind him.
He then picked him up, but Klaus resisted.
"Don't make me say it again."
"I will not let you go, I will never let go."
Klaus managed to throw Elijah away from him and Mackenzie winced as Elijah's back met with the bars of the fencing across the alley. He was back on his feet in a second, however, and ripped out one of the metal bars. He gestured Mackenzie not to intervene, to which she reluctantly agreed.
"Even if I have to spend eternity saving you from your own stubborn, petulant, vile self," he said before he struck him with his improvised weapon. "Even if I have to beat you as father used to beat you to remind you of your own humanity," he continued as he struck him again, "to care about anything."
He attempted to strike him again, but Klaus managed to stop the blow, seize the weapon for his own use and hit Elijah with it. Mackenzie gasped as he fell backwards. She rushed towards where he had landed on the ground, near Klaus' feet.
She crouched down and helped him sat up. She wiped the blood away from his lips with her thumb.
"You okay?" she whispered, and he nodded.
Klaus dropped the metal bar and it fell in a loud noise that echoed in the alley. They looked up at him. He seemed to have calmed down.
"You're beyond pathetic, Elijah," he sighed as he stepped forward.
"Are you kidding me?" Mackenzie breathed out as she stood up. "He's fighting for you even when you won't and he's pathetic?"
Klaus rolled his eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes at me!" she scolded him. "He's fighting for you, for your family, while all you do is give into your own fears!"
Klaus looked down at his brother with a raised eyebrow and a surprised look.
"She's bossy this one."
Elijah scoffed. "But she's right."
"I haven't cared about anything for centuries. Why on earth do you?"
Elijah paused. "I didn't care anymore either, I hadn't cared for decades, until I met her. She's worth all the pain I've ever endured, everything. Niklaus. You could have that."
"With Hayley?" he laughed, more than skeptical.
"With the baby. Your child. I made you a promise, Niklaus. Always, forever. Family above all."
Mackenzie watched as they stared at each other, tears in their eyes, communicating silently like brothers do, like only two people who had spent the last thousand years together could do. Klaus saw hope in Elijah's eyes, and Elijah saw fear. It was always there, controlling his life.
Suddenly, Klaus smiled. And then he started to laugh.
He held out his hand to help his brother up which Elijah accepted.
"You are a sentimental fool."
"Perhaps," Elijah admitted. "I've lasted this long in spite of it, haven't I?"
Klaus let go of his brother's hand then walked away, Mackenzie and Elijah watched him as he sat on a bench near the fountain near them.
"What now?" she asked.
"Now… we wait."
They followed Klaus, and Elijah sat next to him. Mackenzie stood behind them. She slid her hands down Elijah's chest and then rested her chin on the top of his head. He took her hands in his as he waited for Klaus to say something, anything, that would decide the fate of his unborn child. He waited in silence, enjoying Mackenzie's presence, her touch, her embrace. At that instant, he was home, not because he was in a town he helped build, a town he once owned and led, but because she was there, and she held him in her arms.
"I forgot how much I liked this town," Klaus said.
"I didn't forget. All the centuries we've spent together and yet, I can count on one hand the number of times that our family has been truly happy. I hated leaving here."
"As did I…"
"What is on your mind, brother?"
"For a thousand years, I lived in fear. Any time I settled anywhere, our father would hunt me down and chase me off. He made me feel powerless, and I hated it. This town was my home once. And in my absence Marcel has gotten everything I've ever wanted… power… loyalty… family. I made him in my image, and he has bettered me. I want what he has. I want to be King."
"And what of Hayley and the baby?"
Klaus smirked.
"Every King needs an heir."
Elijah and Mackenzie could already tell he was plotting something. His own plan, beyond Sophie's, beyond Elijah's.
"So is that all this child means to you? A grab for power?"
"What does it mean to you?"
"I think this child could offer you the one thing that you've never believed you had."
"And what's that?"
"The unconditional love of family."
Klaus stared at him for a moment, then at Mackenzie who gave him a small smile. After a moment of silence, he nodded.
"Tell Sophie Deveraux we have a deal."
It was almost dawn when Klaus returned from saving Thierry from his own lethal bite. The sun chased the darkness of the night away and a magical light blue took its place. Elijah had driven Mackenzie and Hayley to a plantation house, a house they had owned for centuries. All the furniture had been covered by white drapes, but Mackenzie was so tired she would have collapsed on any couch or bed she found first and slept for the rest of the day.
"I'll call people. We should have a staff later today to clean it all."
"That's great, cause this place is huge," Mackenzie said.
"And ancient…" Hayley added as she looked around.
"Yes, it should serve our purposes. It's a sanctuary from our business in the Quarter."
"Indeed, we should be safe here," Klaus agreed as he appeared behind them. "Now that I've reconciliated with Marcel, my only concern is with this coven of impudent witches."
"I believe them to be honorable," Elijah told him. "They did release Hayley to us. Although, they haven't been entirely forthcoming. Marcel obviously has something that they need. They don't want him dead, there must be a reason why."
"Why don't you send your little witch on it, uh?" Klaus smiled. "She has a flair for magic."
"Did you just compare me to a dog?"
Klaus laughed. "Don't be offended, love. I'm just saying, if Marcel has some powerful witch detector which lets him know when a witch is doing magic, you're the best person here to find it."
"I'll help you if you stop calling me a witch."
"And what should I call you?"
"Mackenzie."
Klaus laughed again. "Very well, Mackenzie."
"Speaking of magical detector, how is she going to unlink me from Sophie if she can't use magic?"
"Well, we first thought we'd risk it, seeing as I'm not a witch and whatever weapon Marcel has wouldn't lead him to me, but…"
"We decided to play it safe," Klaus continued. "We can't lead them to our secret hiding place."
"We'll figure out something," Elijah promised her, "don't worry."
"Great," the wolf sighed "So you don't have a plan…"
"Yet," Elijah reassured her. "We'll protect you. You're the most important person in this family right now."
"You'll be fine," Mackenzie smiled at her.
"Whatever, I'm too tired to worry about this anyway. And if you wouldn't mind leading me to my room, I'm going to take a shower then sleep for the next three days."
"But of course," Klaus obliged with an amused smile.
Mackenzie and Elijah found his good mood odd, however, they decided to enjoy it, before it went away, as they knew for certain it would.
aaaaand that's it. We're going back into hiatus.
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