"Fancy meeting you here." Taking a seat next to a blonde man and ordering a drink, he looks at me with a smug smile before saying, "And where would you expect to see me then, love?"

Laughing, I furrow my brows together pretending to be deep in thought, "oh I don't know, your evil lair perhaps?" A nostalgic smile creeped on me, as I reminisce one of our too many meetings that almost seemd similar to this. Looking at him now up-close, he hasn't change that much since our last meeting. Shorter hair and still that signiture dark of clothings, and yet charming as ever. Well they did say that the devil is not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because he's a fallen angel.

Leading me to his – as I call it – temporary evil lair, he told me about finally breaking his curse. About time, if I do say so, it has been a thousand years since that night happen. "So you've been busy," I muse observing the study, Klaus chuckles leaning back on his chair, "I mean between breaking curses and reigning terror -"

"I have to tell you something...really important," he cuts me off, with a grave tone, the one he uses only when there is trouble. Furrowing my dark brows at the sudden change of atmosphere, I waited for this important thing he had to tell. The hybrid then tells me of the werewolf – Hayley, was her name – that he accidentally, mind you as I quote, "knocked up." We stayed silent, as I let this information of a coming child sink in to me; I mean if I had gone back a thousand years ago and in one of those day Niklaus told me that he had accidentally impregnate a woman, I would've been laughing but now. And of cource it had to involve sex and alcohol, I knew nothing good comes out of it.

Hmmm what do people say in situations like these? One night your best friend tells you, he's having a baby with someone he had a one night stand with, which could have been completely normal, except that this girl is a warewolf and he is a hybrid (the origiinal hybrid at that) so how do I react? "Congratualations?" I say slightly confussed.

Starring at his expression, maybe at my reaction or how he thinks how good I'm taking this all in, which would be a series of lies. "You have been very busy: breaking curses, reigning terror, making babies and waging wars...I can't begin to imagine the stress and schedule," I laugh hysterically, as I tried to imagine his schedule: maybe at 9am he wakes up to kill people then by 10 he's playing happy families. "It could only go worst from here, right?" I look at him in amusement, he opened his mouth to answer but an all too familiar shout calling him a wanker cut through the conversation, and that is where I stand corrected, it could get worst.

He sighs in annoyance before standing up to greet his sister dearest. "Enough with all the shouting" Klaus says opening the double doors to reveal Rebekah, "little sister, I should've known the six dead vampires were your doing?"

"They were very rude, trying to victimize a poor innocent girl just trying to find her way into the quarter" she replied nonchalantly that made me burst out in laughter, I swear this sibling are the reasons why I find television shows these days boring, just listening to their spats is drama enough. "Oh please, I fear for any man who cross you, Rebekah."

"Charlotte, you're back,"

"Yep, in the flesh, it seems" I say checking myself, as a smile grace her lips, though the blonde original and I don't always see eye to eye and most of the time wants to embrace each other in the neck with a rope; we were, nonetheless, like siblings.

And what are sibling for?

"Oh and so sorry, were they friends of yours? Oh that's right, aside from Charlotte here, you don't have any." She turns back to Klaus who looked like he wanted to strangle her. Well I would, not that anyone is asking.

"I do have friends," he says, yeah 'friendS' a thought that made me roll my eyes.

"I have Marcel, you remember him? Of course you do, he fancies himself as the king of the quarter and he has rules about killing vampires. I fancy what sort of punishment he comes with you"

"Oh Kinky" I laugh, making a bee line for the mini bar to pour myself a drink or two or three, the gods know how many bloody drinks I need now that these two are under the same roof – and worse, room.

"Well go and take a look around." I heard the hybrid say before poor pissed Rebekah did as her jack ass of a brother suggested, looking at me in a silent question if I was going to help; I shrug my shoulders as I look at the bottle in my hands, then Klaus with his smug smirk, to the stair that Rebekah once was.

I looked at the bottle, again, and drank straight from it.

...

Two women walked in the cemetery side by side, "So if I had to guess, knowing Klaus' history..." the dark haired woman said before being cut by the blonde who stated that Elijah, was indeed, daggered, "You're a witch, do a locator spell. Locate the dagger, locate Elijah."

"I can't use magic, it's punishable by death. Marcel's rules,"

"Marcel?" the original looked at the witch with annoyance, "Do you know what I'll do to you if you don't give me what I want?" But the witch didn't so much as flinch as she stared at the vampire, "Not much," she says,

"I've been link, so anything you do to me, you do to Hayley" the witch explains as she watched the vampire grow from confused before remembering who the said person is. "Well lucky for you, Elijah seems to care about the –" letting out a sigh, before stating that she would've broken her neck otherwise. "How did Marcel get so bloody powerful anyway, he wasn't like this a hundred years ago," Rebekah looks around the cemetery, the tombs lining up for every families.

"Marcel has a way of telling if someone's using magic in the quarter, the how isn't relevant," The witch argues.

"I'll tell you what's bloody irrelevant," The annoyed woman said raising her voice, "A coven of witches who can't do magic! Here's an idea, move away." Explaining why they couldn't leave because of their ancestral magic, Sophie looked at the immortal who walked to sit in one of the stones, mumbling how family is over rated.

"Look at me," she began looking at the witch, "I'm back in a place that's given me nothing with heart ache; a brother hell bent on protecting a baby, I couldn't care less about; and a friend that I've lost one to many times"

"I find that hard to believe, you're here aren't you?"

"I'm here for Elijah – and hopefully Charlotte – the instant I find him, I'm gone" the blonde states, "he was the one to idiotically believe the baby would be Klaus redemption, and now he's missing, probably at the hands of Klaus himself." Turning back to the young witch, "and you were foolish enough to believe that Elijah could convince Klaus to go against Marcel, when everybody knows their history."

"Klaus sired Marcel," Sophie argued that annoyed the blonde original of her ignorance.

"You don't understand! Marcel is not just some guy Klaus sired into a vampire. THEY loved him like a son," Rebekah said, remembering the day Klaus had saved a child and took him in as his own. "Klaus saw himself in the boy, he remembers how our father used to beat him. He, too, was the bastard child of a man who saw him as nothing more but a beast." Standing up to level with the witch, "And Charlotte? The girl who's been with my brother recently, saw him as a son she could never have; it might be in your best interest to never cross her."

"And that is why your plan will fail, all you've ever done is bring back two lost souls – and may the gods and ancestors you believe in help you, if the girl decides you're a threat to us – without Elijah in any of the picture, who know what they'll do." Rebekah left without looking back, leaving the witch stunned.

...

Hearing the heavy thuds of footsteps nearing the kitchen, I immediately started to prepare the table for breakfast while I wait for some of the foods to cook, "Good morning," greeting the brunette who stood stock still on the door way. "Who are you?" she asked, confused, as she watched me cook her breakfast.

"I'm Charlotte, your nanny for the day, and you're Hayley, the werewolf Klaus accidentally knocked up," sipping my coffee, I started to serve the food on the table, urging the woman to sit down and eat. Hayley cautiously eats the food as I pour her an orange drink, which she smells before drinking. "Don't worry, if I wanted you dead, you'd never get up of your bed." I assured with a laugh as I ate my share of food.

"You're a vampire then?" the brunette looked at me with her green eyes, swirling with caution like she hadn't be under the same roof as the most feared supernatural being for three months. By the gods, if I had a dollar for every time they mistook me for one. "I'm something else," I smirked at her, before abruptly standing so she can't ask anymore of her questions.

"You know what? You're free to go, do whatever it is you do or go wherever you want to go, I'm going out," I announced placing the dishes on the sink as I walked away, "And you're not stopping me because?" sighing, I turn to look at Hayley in the eye with a smile, "You're your own woman, I'm sure you can handle the consequences of your actions."

AN: Yey! :D first chapter done, it took me weeks to publish this cause I write on a notebook before finally typing it in (lmao old school)

Lily Collins plays as Charlotte, and I still haven't let you know her back story; aside that she's friends with the Mikaelsons for a thousand years already :P

© I don't own CW's "The Originals" or any of the characters, except my OCs. All rights go to their respective owners.
© to DarellyLucero for making this awesome cover :D