Chapter 2

It took a few days for them to get their arrangements made. The flight to America felt much longer than they had in the past. It was better, Priscilla supposed, than having to use a boat to cross the ocean. It was only a few hours of her life wasted than a few weeks. And much safer. Even if the plane crashed, she and her brother would survive. She didn't trust planes. While they weren't 'new', they were still babies to her many centuries.

Upon their arrival, it seemed only wise to do a simple locator spell rather than trust the word of gossip as to the location of the baby hybrid. What they did not know was the fact that the mother and unborn child had been kidnapped. To be fair, they didn't really know these people to begin with. How could they know of such drama?

They would have more time to sightsee later. If their spell was correct, she wasn't anywhere in the city. Which could mean one of two things: she was running from the 'originals' or she had been kidnapped and needed rescuing. While Priscilla let out a troubled sigh at the thought of the latter possibility, Lucius simply smirked at the thought of causing a bit of mischief of their own for once.

It didn't take them long to run through bayou as the trees seemed to rush past them as either briefly looked around as they went. They really must go sightseeing after this. But that could be discussed later.

The siblings stopped from their destination far away enough to not be seen before they wished to be seen. Both knew that something didn't feel right. It was even clear from what was going on around them as they watched quietly. Just in time to see a new hybrid awaken and in transition.

"Just great. We need to do something about this." Priscilla grumbled, looking to her brother with a raised eyebrow.

"Or," Lucius started, "We could wait and see what happens." But this opinion earned a scoff, as the ancient woman shook her head in exasperation.

But, they waited a few seconds longer. Just long enough to see the wolf who created a hybrid raise a dagger to the expecting mother. That was when Priscilla, for all her practiced patience, couldn't keep watching and do nothing.

Deciding to make an interesting entrance, she threw a log as far as she could, and broke the door off its hinges.

"Fetch, puppy." Lucius commented, as he followed his sister in. This earned an exasperated look from his sister, a pissed off one from the wolf, and a confused one from the mother-to-be. A look was not given from the newest hybrid, having been hit with the log and knocked unconscious in the process.

"Now is not the time for joking, Lucius." Priscilla snapped.

"I'd hate to break up this lovers quarrel, but who the hell are you?" The mother-to-be said after finally breaking out of her own shock.

"We're your rescuers." Lucius remarked, the pride not at all hidden from his voice.

The wolf, a hybrid really - not that the siblings would acknowledge that - finally got over his shock and turned to attack them. Priscilla didn't give him a chance to say anything before grabbing him by his shirt collar, "You really should show more respect." she hissed in his ear.

The younger sibling watched as the mother ran out the door and she shrugged with little interest. She was going to have fun with this poor excuse for a wolf. The last time she'd had any fun was in the 40's.

Lucius decided that before the new hybrid could awaken and make even more of a mess of things, that it would be best to end the new hybrid's life before his sister could. After ripping his heart out and wiping away the blood, he sat back on a log as he watched his sister take out her rage on the wolf.

She had taken the fun outside by throwing the wolf against a tree, punching the pathetic young man a few dozen times, and almost drowning him before both siblings heard slow clapping from a short distance.

"Might I enquire as to what you are doing with my prey?" Klaus Mikaelson stated with a casual air in his voice.

"Apologies. I have quite a temper when it comes to those who would dare harm a mother-to-be." She stated, throwing the wet rag of a man at the other hybrid's feet. The soaked man was half conscious still, which was a bit of a surprise to both siblings. Well, he was really a hybrid after all. "Have at him then, I've had my fun."

"Perhaps it is good that your mother did not live to see the day that you would stoop so low as to harm a pregnant girl." Klaus snarked as he turned his attention to the man at his feet.

"So this is the famed hybrid that we've been hearing all about for centuries. I thought you would be taller." Lucius chimed in, feeling far too left out of this conversation.

"Lucius, don't be rude. I hate to cut our introductions brief, but I'm assuming that you will want to speak with said the mother-to-be in question. It seems that she has run off while I was dealing with this one." A simple gesture was not even needed to know as to who 'this one' was that Priscilla was referring to.

"Introductions? You haven't even given me your name. Or what it is that you are up to." The Mikaelson man commented, receiving small, sly smiles from both siblings.

"All in good time. I wouldn't wait too long to deal with that one, though." Priscilla stated as she gestured to the half-conscious hybrid at Klaus's feet before she and her sibling took their leave, running off with the speed gifted to them from their father's curse. Leaving the Mikaelson debating if it was worth letting them go to discover what they were up to another day. After all, he had other things that he did need to deal with in the current moment.