All brothers should be like grapes on a vine

Pressed together, yielding for wine

The ripe ones hide the green ones taste

Even imperfection doesn't go to waste.

- Rumi, Brothers

"Maeve, this century suits you well, love," Klaus told her when she continued to stare at him. Suddenly a hard punch to his nose disoriented his head, his vision going black for a few seconds. He sighed, knowing he deserved this and looked at her again, "Anything else?"

She didn't say anything but stepped towards him to wipe the line of blood off his upper lip with the cashmere sleeve of her shirt as he stayed silent.

"Who's at the door, dear? The dinner is getting cold," Elijah said, approaching the two and stopped in his tracks seeing Klaus.

"Elijah. Long time no see. I was just asking Adelia to let me in. Heartfelt apologies for intruding on your dinner," Klaus said with a smirk when Elijah moved forward but Adelia gripped his hand.

"We need to talk," she told the younger Original impassively, "and you two will behave yourself."

"She hasn't changed a bit I presume?" Klaus queried his brother to only be greeted with a glare. "How's the marriage treating you, Elijah?" He continued, making Adelia roll her eyes at his questions.

The three didn't move from their spot and the continued silence grated at each other. Elijah glanced at him once before taking his wife's hand in his, leaving for the dining room. Klaus stared at the retreating pair and followed them inside.

Winter, 1859

Cloverville

Night of the Annual Ball

"How many prophecies are genuine Sharel?" Klaus asked, getting seated in the library of the Laurentis House.

"I have a hard time believing any of this," Elijah spoke.

"Prophecies are considered sacred in the witch community, Elijah. If it is indeed true, then you have my word that it shall not be revealed," Sharel assured him, "but I am afraid the other witches might be communicated the same way. Beauchêne line has seers, but I have learned that not all prophecies are to be trusted."

"I believe you more than the other pesky nonsense of witches," Klaus humoured. "Remember 1838? It was a jolly good time."

"I suggest we not talk of your creativity when it comes to murder," Elijah said with a blank expression.

"I suppose you are correct..." the older woman did not get to finish her sentence when a girl barged inside the library and immediately went to the bookshelves, collecting various books from there.

"Grandmother, you must know how absurd of a man William is," Adelia said, her back turned to the visitors who watched her opening drawers and collecting manuscripts.

Klaus' eyes momentarily widened to see Maeve here and turned to Sharel whom she called grandmother–clearly something beyond his comprehension making him curse internally. The one girl he was looking for and a little infatuated with had to be related to the Beauchêne witch.

Elijah across from him, looked dumbstruck, never expecting to encounter her here of all places. No wonder she knew about him when they had talked earlier tonight. Suddenly she seemed to be forbidden territory.

"What are you doing, Adelia?" Sharel asked when she noticed her granddaughter still in her ball gown this late at night, rummaging through various books.

Klaus glanced at Sharel when she called her by Adelia and not Maeve, the name she had given him in their previous meeting.

"I have to see to this." The pile beside Adelia continued to grow as she looked at the cover and added another one. Adelia picked up the pile and turned around to look at her grandmother when she noticed the occupants in the room. Her feet stopped in their tracks seeing Klaus and Elijah in the room with her grandmother.

The study got doused with silence for several moments.

"Forgive me. I was unaware we were having visitors," she said, setting the books on a nearby table.

"And here I thought your name was Maeve," Klaus narrowed his eyes. The intriguing Maeve he was looking for was Sharel's granddaughter, Adelia.

"My granddaughter never lies," Sharel defended her granddaughter.

"How convenient," the younger Original drawled, looking at Adelia.

"I do not give my name to strangers who appear shady and suspicious, Sir," she answered impassively, not cowering in front of him and Klaus looked both offended as well as amused.

"Knowing Klaus you did the right thing sweetheart. Dear, meet the Mikaelsons. Elijah and Niklaus," her grandmother introduced them as the men got up to kissed the young girl's hand in greeting.

"Adelia Maeve Laurentis," she quipped, looking at Klaus and then turned to her grandmother, "May I arrange for tea grandmother? I fear I may have sent Mary to retire for the night."

"Why the trouble, love? Come join us," Klaus smiled.

"I insist. I shall be back," Adelia replied and left the library.

"Should have known she would be related to the Beauchênes," the younger Original joked.

"You will not do anything Niklaus," Elijah glared at his brother.

"Fret not. Adelia is intelligent to stay away from the trouble incarnate. I am curious as to why you have not yet slaughtered the lot of them?" Sharel questioned.

"We need to get to the root of the instigation. It has been commencing for too long," Elijah replied with a sigh.

"Klaus' torture methods would've sufficed," she grinned and the said Original glared at her.

"I am being a better person," he smiled tightly.

The banter between the younger Mikaelson and Sharel continued, their ways of getting along were rather peculiar. When the 24-year-old Sharel Beauchêne saved their sister Rebekah from an uprising, she had been seven months pregnant but that never stopped him from charming the witch even if it vexed no results. Arnold had been too wary to ask for their assistance when they needed an escape from the cursed city to save Adelia, something about the Mikaelsons not to be trusted.

But unknown to all but the Beauchêne witch, the Originals provided them with the much-needed distraction to give them enough time to flee.

"Klaus shall have honey in his and Elijah prefers lemon tea, darling," Sharel said when her granddaughter entered with the tea who nodded and started making it accordingly.

The men watched her as she did with a certain finesse that suggested she did it often. The witch mixed the teas with the spoon and kept it aside. She handed over the cup to Klaus, who grinned at her and then to Elijah. Their fingers touched under the saucer as their eyes met until she retracted them quickly before anyone noticed and gave the remaining cup to her grandmother.

"Will you not join us, dear?" Sharel asked when she saw no other cup in the cart.

"Another time for certain. I am running late for the Council for they have requested my immediate presence by ten. They wanted father and Raffie but they shall have to do with me in the time being," she explained, retrieving her coat and shawl from the nearby chair. "I shall take my leave. Good night."

Elijah got up, "May I escort you to the carriage, Miss Laurentis?"

"Thank you, but I must deny the offer. Please enjoy your tea," she smiled at him and kissed her grandmother's cheek, making her exit before Elijah could say anything.

"She is a busy woman," Klaus commented, noticing Elijah's fond expression that appeared not too often resurfacing for the little witch.

"Arnold treats her as if my young granddaughter is not of nineteen summers. Always dealing with Arnold's business. What better way to keep her with us forever? Get her involved in the family business and incorporate qualities no normal man would want in a wife!" She jeered at the mention of her son, making Klaus laugh and Elijah's lips to tug upwards.

"You informed he was traveling, Sharel," Elijah said.

"He is traveling looking for a perfect suitor who might stay with us instead. Arnold even took Lia's dear friend Rafael with him to even out the scales. Before leaving for his escapade, he rejected a suitor just because he had uneven fingers," Sharel sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"Adelia might get fortunate if she's even allowed to see a suitor before she turns thirty," laughed Klaus as he examined his own fingers and indeed, they were uneven. How peculiar of Arnold to scare away a suitor just for that.

"As if that isn't enough to induce grey hairs."

"Ah, this is bad. Between Isobel and Jenna and now Matt, this is disaster bad," Elena told her boyfriend worriedly.

"Yeah," Stefan agreed when John walked in.

"Elena, can you come downstairs, please? I need to talk to you," he said, looking at them.

"Huh. I have nothing to say to you," the Gilbert girl refused.

"Please. It's important. You too, Stefan," he requested and went downstairs when Isobel came out of the kitchen, surprising the two.

"I asked John for a do-over," Isobel informed them and Elena turned to look at John in disbelief.

"You invited her in?"

"She has information about Klaus. Please, just listen to her, okay?" John informed them.

"Alright. What do you know?" Stefan sighed in resignation.

"Since I was last here, I've been doing everything possible to find Klaus. We knew our best chance was to find him before he could find you. I never expected Elijah and his wife to come here," Isobel told them all.

"And we paid for our ignorance. For Elena, the best chance at what?" The Salvatore asked.

"Keeping Elena alive," answered John.

"You don't get to talk, okay, not after everything you've done," the young girl reared.

"Were you able to find Klaus?" Stefan questioned coming to the point.

"No. However, I did find Maeve. Her last location was traced back to a countryside in France where she was seen with a witch named Eva Sinclair. Nobody knows where Klaus is but there are already these rumours flying around that a doppelgänger exists. All the messengers turned out dead within a week of Elijah's arrival," Isobel's shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Which means any vampire that wants to get in favour with Klaus will be lining up to capture you. But we are going to buy you time to look for another solution," said a hopeful John.

"I'm not listening any of this," Elena dismissed and looked at her mother, "The last time that you were here, you made it clear that you didn't give a damn about me. Now all of a sudden I'm supposed to believe that you want to help?"

"Isobel's been helping all along. Klaus has been obsessed with finding Katherine for centuries. All it would take was any one of those 1864 tomb vampires to spread the word around that Katherine was still alive and it would bring him straight here to Mystic Falls. Maeve is already aware and she is said to be the closest to him, and there is Elijah and Adelia. We killed the tomb vampires before and I have a plan for this, trust me," the father assured his daughter in vain.

"And almost killed Stefan and Damon in the process," Elena hissed when Isobel got up and moved towards her.

"Your plan, it involves Maeve?" Stefan guessed.

"I have a safe house that I can take you to. The deed is in your name. No vampires can get in without your permission, not even me. Let me help you," Isobel proposed the idea.

"You wanna help? Then get the hell out of my house," Elena said the final word.

Klaus got seated at a large dining table, peering over at Elijah as he waited for him to speak. He turned his attention towards the shiny glass surface of the table when he got no response from either one of his companions.

The silence was filled by the clattering of forks and knives hitting the plates. The swish of the white wine filling the flutes echoed the room as Elijah refilled Adelia's for the third time, leaving his and Klaus' empty. The younger brother, of course noticed. One might think Elijah was trying to get his wife drunk, she was after all, known for her low inhibition to alcohol.

"Delicious food love. How much salt did you add to this?" Klaus stated and looked at Adelia who tucked her hair behind her ear, glancing towards her husband.

"Elijah cooked tonight. Why don't you ask him?" She replied, taking a sip of the wine.

"Dear Elijah appears to be silently fuming. Maybe it's the pepper doing the wonders," he said with a smirk.

"Considering he has to sit through an excruciating dinner with you, I wouldn't blame him."

"Tell me Maeve, what have you been up to the past century?" Klaus asked, ignoring the jab at him.

"Mm-hmm. First, sending you Christmas gifts every year without getting a thank you note. Second, trying to uncloak your siblings. Third, exhausting my resources in locating you. Fourth, appointing my new recruits after your men kill mine if they, unfortunately, happen to find you. Fifth, hiding my identity because you're Klaus and whose idea was to use Maeve again? I can go on beyond hundred Niklaus," she replied, steadily getting angry when the lights above them started bursting simultaneously.

"Calm down, my love," Elijah spoke for the first time, placing his hand over hers.

"Oh yes, my husband has been moody and murderous all because of you, Nik. Dealing with garrulous you is different and dealing with silent him takes it to another level."

"Lia..." Elijah started, but she got up from her seat.

"I've had enough for tonight. Sort this out, I am going to sleep. Niklaus, you can show yourself out or take the guest room," Adelia informed the men.

She turned to leave but her hands swiped a ceramic bowl from the table and threw it towards Klaus who immediately ducked as the bowl crashed into the wall behind him in pieces. Taking the whiskey bottle from the cabinet, she glared at them once before heading upstairs.

"Definitely hasn't changed," Klaus told Elijah with a grin.

The elder brother turned to look at Klaus before following his wife's actions and threw a knife straight at him, piercing his neck.

The minutes that followed saw the room destroyed and a disgruntled Adelia burying herself more into the comforter as she listened to the commotion downstairs.

Elijah turned up a few minutes later and began removing his ruined shirt. He glanced at the mirror and saw Adelia peeking at him from behind the pillow clutched to her chest, the intoxicated haze in her chocolate brown orbs evident.

He stayed until she drifted off to sleep when he got up, tucked her in properly and left the room quietly. The Original entered the study and found Klaus fiddling with one of the pictures over his desk.

Elijah sat on the couch, ignoring the weight settling over his chest. Klaus followed his actions and sat across from him.

The elder Original took a deep breath before looking at his brother, "Let's talk, shall we?"

Damon opened the door to the Martin residence and gestured for Bonnie and Jeremy to enter. As he went to follow them, a barrier stopped him. He tried to enter again, but it did not work.

"Nope. Everybody's not dead," Damon mused, listening for another presence, "and nobody's here."

"We should pack up the grimoires. They spent years collecting them. I wanna make sure they're safe," Bonnie said when she and Jeremy looked around to find the apartment vacant.

"You know, we should have killed him earlier," the vampire said aloud, leaning on the doorframe.

"Where is he? Where is Luka?" She asked herself.

"What exactly are we looking for since this place is empty?" Jeremy asked the witch.

"According to Luka's dad, one of these contains a spell that'll let me harness the energy that's left behind when a witch dies violently," the witch answered, tracing the empty shelves.

"I didn't know you and father witch were so close," Damon wondered.

"We weren't, but when he gave me my powers back, he gave me a message. If I can find the spot in town, where the old Salem witches were burned, I can harness their energy to use when I need it. But we don't have the grimoires."

"Great. We'll have to put that on our list of things we failed at today. Unsuccessful at harnessing ancient dead-witch power," the vampire rolled his eyes.

"You know where the witches were burned?"

"Did I forget to mention that?" Damon feigned.

"We can visit it, maybe the witches might give us a way," Jeremy sighed.

Damon was once again waiting outside the Old Witch House. "Wanna hurry it up in there?" He ordered and the door closed by itself in accord. "Screw you too, Emily. You know, you're all on your own in there," he hollered to his companions before leaving the place.

"The spirits of the witches who died here. I can feel them," Bonnie told Jeremy wandering around the dilapidated house.

"Alright. What are they saying?" The Gilbert boy asked curiously.

"I can't tell," she walked out of the room and down into the basement as Jeremy followed her.

"Where are you going?" He asked as they came to a stop.

"Here. This is it. Help me set the candles," she and Jeremy started immediately when the whispers got louder after sometime.

"What the hell are they saying?" Jeremy questioned Bonnie when she closed her eyes to concentrate. After a minute the witch snapped it open.

"What is it?" He asked.

"The power has already been taken," Bonnie mumbled in disbelief.

As the jet took off, Adelia stared at a grinning Klaus who sat across from her, sketching with precision.

Elijah carefully took out a microbiology book from his wife's handbag and made himself comfortable on the plush seat. Even reading the things he did not understand seemed better than talking to his brother.

"Unbelievable," she muttered, glancing between the two Originals. She was now stuck amidst them for a journey that suddenly seemed very long and cursed her luck, blaming it on the lack of morning tea, inconveniently made by Klaus.

"Are we still not going to talk Maeve?" The Original in front of her said, stopping his favorite activity to look at her.

Adelia pulled out her iPod and plugged in her earphones before she tugged the thin blanket over her, closing her eyes with a sigh. Her eyes opened minutes later to see her husband still reading her book when he turned his head to kiss her mane where it rested on his shoulder.

Klaus sipped his champagne as he looked out the window and then suddenly smiled at her, making her groan in annoyance.

She got up, snatching the book from her husband before finding another seat where she wouldn't have to look at the younger Original. Elijah, his hands now empty chose to glare at the man instead.

Several minutes later, feeling Klaus' gaze as he looked back and forth between his sketchbook and her, Adelia crumpled up the paper she had been writing on and hit him in the eye.

Klaus looked at her, ignoring the paper ball and continued drawing the contours when another ball hit his ear. Shrugging off the attack, he glared at her when one other ball struck his face. As one more ball came his way, he immediately caught it and threw it back at Adelia who looked away offended, crossing her arms. Elijah witnessing the entire scene smiled into his drink.

Stefan walked into find Elena holding onto a necklace. "Is that Isobel's?" he asked his girlfriend.

"I never thought I would feel bad about her being dead and yet..."

"She was your mother," he tried to assure her.

"Why did they let me go?" Elena asked curiously.

"Well, anything John told Isobel, we have to assume that Klaus knows, right? Elijah and Adelia must have informed him of everything. So he knows that you're not gonna turn yourself into a vampire. He knows that you have us keeping you safe."

"He knows I'm not gonna run," the doppelgänger realized.

"Which is why we need to take some precautions, 'cause we got played, all of us," Damon walked in, putting some papers in her lap.

"What's this?" She questioned.

"It's the deed to our house. It's in Zach's name. As soon as you sign it, it'll be in your name," Stefan explained.

"You're giving me your house?"

"Isobel had the right idea with the safe house. You'll just stay here till it's all over. That way, you can control who gets invited and who doesn't," he further clarified.

"Although I'll be super pissed if you lock me out," added Damon.

John suddenly gasped for air and sat up when Damon rushed over to him, lifting him up by his collar.

"I swear I had no idea what she was gonna do. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," the man said.

"Damon, let him go. He and I need to talk," Elena ordered.

"Bonnie doesn't have the spell. She couldn't find it in her grimoire too and moreover, the power wasn't there," Damon informed.

"What do we do?" Elena asked, clearly scared.

"Everything went wrong today," the younger Salvatore sighed in defeat.

"Uh-huh," Damon pitched.

"And Isobel had no idea what you and Jeremy took Bonnie to do today," Stefan continued.

"Uh-huh."

"None of us had any idea about the witch powers," John cleared.

"Then how?" Elena furrowed her brows.

"We're the only ones who know. But then who took the powers?"

"Your grimoires," Adelia guided the young Martin to the study showing him around the new apartment in Richmond. "Klaus has agreed to set Greta free once his work is done."

"When will I get to talk to her?" Luka solemnly asked the witch.

"Klaus has informed her of everything and you will see her when she allows it. She is free to approach you."

"Well, she hasn't visited yet," he looked at the vampire-witch. "Dad lost his life in vain, didn't he?"

"I promised you that your sister will be set free but I cannot command her willingness to return to you. If you ever need anything then you just have to ask," Adelia told the panic-stricken teenager.

"You will be there?" Luka asked hesitantly.

"We involved you in this charade so we will also take the responsibility that comes with it," she placed her hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze before gesturing towards the furniture. "Now this is German technology drawer according to the brochure but I find everything the same so don't be fooled with the whole sleek thing," she air-quoted the last two words making him laugh as they continued to exploring his new residence.

Elijah read over the wine labels in the kitchen, hearing his wife opening drawers to look for the cutlery. "To your right," he informed without looking up from his task.

Adelia's fingers stopped and pulled open the instructed drawer to find the cutlery. "Of course," she grabbed them and walked over to her busy husband, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. "He is not joining us?" She enquired while setting the table.

"No. He appears to be in his element," Elijah answered, bringing the bottle as well as the flutes to the table before pulling out a chair for her.

"Katherine is out of the tomb too, so now he is going to terrorise, isn't he?" The witch humoured, settling herself.

"It is absurd to expect a tiny bit of maturity from him," he sat and poured the wine.

"You have always encouraged his childlike behaviour. Do not play the blame game with me."

"He is Niklaus..." he hesitated while answering, thinking of a perfect explanation.

"Thank you very much. That is an answer and a question all in itself," she quipped and Elijah smiled which did not go unnoticed by her. "You are delightful tonight, aren't you?"

"About not having to dine with him? I am elated," the Original looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Hence distracting me from Klaus' whereabouts. You two in cohorts again?" Adelia deduced and Elijah sighed dejectedly–she knew him too well. "Where is he?"

"You wouldn't want to know."

Katherine woke up surprised to find that she was no longer in the tomb. The last thing she remembered was closing her eyes as she desiccated in the dark with no means of escape. She saw a warlock casting a spell on someone sitting in a chair and it turned out to be Alaric, making her gasp.

The hunter opened his eyes and got up as the warlock bowed to him. Katherine followed his actions, getting up curiously when the hunter turned around to see her.

"Alaric?" The vampire doppelgänger hesitantly asked the man as a smile flitted across his face. She rushed over to the door but an invisible force prevented her from exiting. A pair of shoes appeared and she looked up to see Elijah. "Elijah!" She walked back in fear to find Alaric behind her.

"Zdravei, Katerina," Alaric took her face in his hands as she trembled in fear, "I have missed you."

"Klaus!" She exclaimed in realisation as the man in question smiled at her.

"Wonderful timing, brother," Klaus said and Elijah grimaced at another voice calling him brother.

"Adelia sent these for you," Elijah handed over the container to him and Alaric opened it to see sandwiches.

"Sandwiches for dinner?" He raised a brow.

"I was vouching for no food at all," the elder Original rolled his eyes and turned around to walk away, "and if my wife enquires, I do not know anything about... this." He gestured at the possessed body. "Goodbye Niklaus, Katerina."

The doppelganger moved more into the corner as Elijah left and Alaric closed the door and turned to look at Katherine. "Now where were we?"

Winter, 1859

morning after the Annual Ball

The iron hoops screeched at the motion as a girl went to and fro a swing in the garden, enjoying the sun starting to peek from under the fog as the stars slowly disappeared.

Increasing her pace she let the momentum do its job, laying across it as her brown tresses swept the leaves repeatedly.

"Maeve?" Klaus said questionably and she immediately sat up, blood rushing down the head as her vision focused on the Original standing in front of her with hands behind his back.

"Adelia Maeve," she reinstated.

"Maeve," he repeated, making her frown.

After a minute of a stare down with a stubborn Original, "Maeve," Adelia relented, moving the swing again.

"How everything works out, love?" He shrugged with a smile.

"Fortunate one, are you not?"

"You are a perceptive one," Klaus looked at her properly.

"Father thinks it is a noble trait. I happen to disagree with him on many instances," she told him, pushing her feet off the ground.

"I happen to think that you disagree on many things often," he stopped the swing with one hand before taking a seat next to her.

"You might be right," Adelia giggled and suddenly got up, straightening her coat. The gown brushed against the dry leaves under their feet as she bounced with curiosity flooding her veins. "I have never seen a vampire do things. Would you be kind enough to show me?"

"You have never encountered a vampire?" Klaus mocked.

"Grandmother informed me about them, but you were the first one I have had the pleasure of meeting," she answered truthfully.

"Pleasure of meeting? I am certain people would run for the hills if they ever come across a creature of the night," he smirked and suddenly swooshed to stand in front of her, making her step back in shock. "But then I am not an ordinary vampire, love. I am an Original."

A scared yet curious expression crossed her face. "What else can you do?" Adelia voiced out and as soon as the question left her mouth, she found herself on a branch of a tree in the next second.

Her eyes widened, too scared to notice Klaus behind her holding her against him. She fearfully looked down seeing the ground a death distance apart. "Klaus!" She shouted.

"I am here, love," he replied, startling her as she gripped his hand tightly.

"Don't let go of me!" Adelia mumbled hysterically, making Klaus smirk and withhold a wince as she dug her nails deep into his wrists. "I will tell my father you did this to me! Is this you taking vengeance for my little crusade when we met? If it is then I apologise," the words tumbled out of her mouth, eyes closed as she shook with fear.

"The little witch is scared of a trivial fall of death," Klaus heard the frantic beating of her heart which refused to slow down.

"You don't say Mr. Mikaelson. Let me down," she retorted, clenching her eyes shut.

He quietly whispered into her ear, "Open your eyes."

Adelia immediately stilled feeling the proximity and snapped her eyes open to see the lake and the mansion from such height. The witch calmed down as if seeing her surroundings for the first time. The scenery was breathtaking. The lake shimmered in the winter sun, the mansion reappearing after a brief encounter with the cold fog and the chilly air hit their frame, billowing her strands.

Klaus tilted his face and noticed her ethereal beauty that had captivated him in the first glance, the freesia tickling his senses with abandon. It was pure and innocent and within the darkest depths of his dead heart, he craved it. Adelia was untainted to the horrors of life.

She, an innocuous goddess was waiting for her ruin and he, the devil himself wanted to sin.

"Put me down," Adelia gently requested, breaking him out of his thoughts after a few minutes and he complied with a smile, their feet touching the forest floor. She turned around as soon as they composed themselves and punched his nose, hearing a loud crack.

"Ow!" Klaus exclaimed, holding his now bleeding nose.

"Excellent. You did not have to scare me to death," she glared at him, rubbing her bruised knuckles as a wince escaped her mouth.

"How dare you!" He roared, glaring back. "I should kill you this instant."

"I dare you," Adelia's eyes burned holes into him, but then it softened seeing no reaction from the Original. "Thank you for the... adventure," she admitted shyly much to Klaus' displeasure who found it suddenly difficult to go and snap her neck seeing those beautiful brown eyes twinkling in appreciation.

"Adelia Maeve Laurentis," she held out her hand authoritatively.

"Klaus Mikaelson," he reluctantly shook hands, the state of his nose long forgotten as a compelling smile took over her features.

"Nikla–" Adelia started.

"Klaus," he interrupted her.

"Niklaus," she punctuated with a hard glare and he pursed his lips in annoyance as she moved to clean the blood off his nose with the sleeve of her gown. "Do not be late for breakfast." Adelia finished before she walked away, leaving Klaus standing in the garden with the remnants of blood smeared over his face.

The doorbell rang twice and Elijah stirred before getting up quickly. Glancing at Adelia to see her blinking her eyes open, he hurriedly put on his shirt and approached the front door.

With a mind of telling his brother to at least let them sleep, he opened the door with a scowl on his face which instantly disappeared seeing a rather unexpected visitor. "Miss Sommers?"

Jenna frowned at him and then checked her phone to see the address. "What are you doing here? This is Adelia's place, isn't it?"

Elijah tried formulating some words when his wife's footsteps echoed the room.

"Elijah, is it Nik?" She entered the room, tying her hair up in a bun and Jenna's jaw hit the floor as she came to a rather scandalous conclusion.

"Oh my god!" The Sommers woman hyperventilated and Adelia looked at her in surprise before slowly coming to stand beside the Original.

Elijah cleared his throat and stepped back, "I shall leave you two to it. You are welcome to come in Jenna." As he moved away, the witch sighed and looked at the woman, seeing her unruly appearance with luggage by her feet.

"What is happening?" Jenna asked the woman in front of her.

Adelia instead, picked the woman's luggage and dragged her inside before closing the door behind them. She avoided her gaze, looking a bit sheepish and Jenna plucked the collar of the other woman's nightgown to find no evidence of an undergarment when the witch slapped away her hand in horror.

"What are you doing?" Adelia exclaimed, clutching the gown tightly.

"You are freaking naked! You slept with him," Jenna said aghast, gesturing to the room where Elijah went in and Adelia came out of earlier. The witch's cheeks turned red which did not go unnoticed by the woman. "Why are you blushing? You are not supposed to blush when you cheated on your husband with Elijah!" Her eyes widened even more. "But, Elijah has a wife too, doesn't he?"

"I did not cheat," the witch hesitated.

"How come you did not cheat? I mean, yeah Elijah is a hot bloke, but you should be copulating with your husband."

Adelia cringed at the accusation. "About that... Elijah is my husband."

Jenna stumped, blinked twice at her. She turned her head to look at the man who made his presence known by leaning against the bedroom door. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me!"

Reintroducing

Joseph Morgan as Niklaus Mikaelson

"I will rip off your tongue if you call her Maeve. Only I have that right."