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Chapter 2:

With each day that passed things got even more annoying for Niklaus Mikaelson. Not only had Marcel killed the Deveraux witch that he needed to interrogate, but when Elijah showed up and told him exactly what the witches wanted in the first place…

Well, he wasn't very happy.

The wolf had even had the nerve to try an kill their unborn child. Had Rebekah not stepped in, who knew what Klaus would have done to the girl after the revelation. That of course led to his own admission that he had given his daggered brother –Elijah- over to Marcel as a peace-offering. Needless to say, that didn't go over too well with his little sister, and they promised each other to do whatever it took to get their older brother back.

On top of the ridiculousness that was a hybrid bun in some one night stand's oven, Marcel had built a system that was thriving.

His ward was a self-proclaimed 'King', and apparently he was growing increasingly mistrustful of his hybrid sire. Klaus had, after all, made a scene and even gave Thierry a fatal werewolf bite. But ultimately, he had offered his blood as the cure in order to make amends.

What was really bugging him though, was the 'secret weapon' Marcel had jokingly mentioned. Of course Klaus knew that this wasn't simply said in jest. There had to be some way that Marcel was controlling the witches.

During his discussion with Rebekah, he had learnt that it wasn't a 'what', but rather, a 'who'. Two 'who's to be exact, and he had a feeling that Marcel wouldn't exactly be eager to share their location any time soon.

Now he found himself leaning against a doorway while his sister pouted.

"I cannot believe you disposed of those vampires without me. You know how I like to set things on fire."

Klaus smirked sarcastically. "Was I supposed to leave them in the front yard to rot?" He paused with his brows raised.

"Besides, they were my responsibility. They attacked the helpless pregnant girl who's carrying my child." The small smile on his face did well to show his faux concern, as did the sarcastic tone he used.

Rebekah rolled her eyes at her brother's display, wondering when he would start taking things a bit more seriously when it came to the wolf.

"Oh, I am so moved by your new-found sense of fatherly duties towards the werewolf carrying your hybrid bun in her oven."

Klaus chuckled at this; his sister was always so angry at him that he actually found it amusing sometimes. It was in that moment that Hayley decided to join them from the other room, Elijah's journal gripped tightly in her arms.

"The werewolf would like to know what the plan is." She said, bringing some seriousness into the conversation. Klaus simply shot her his signature smirk, looking at her menacingly.

"Well, that depends what plan you mean, love…my plan for global domination," his gaze rolled over to his sister. "Or Rebekah's plan to find love in a cruel, cruel world?"

His sister gave him an obviously fake smile, humming along with his teasing words, before using her increased speed to grab a pencil from the desk beside her and hurl it at her brother's face.

Klaus barely flinched and caught the pencil easily before it could find its intended target. He smiled tauntingly at Rebekah while Hayley let out a sigh.

"The plan to rescue Elijah. You know, the good brother? The one who is now in the possession of your mortal enemy after you stabbed him in the back?"

She had hoped that her words would have some impact on them, but Klaus was hardly fazed. "In the front…if we're being specific."

"You two said that you would get him back. So is there a plan, or what?" Losing her patience, she decided to be a little harsher. She really hated dealing with these Originals.

Rebekah and Klaus shared a small glance, before Klaus finally sighed when he realised how serious the wolf was becoming.

"Okay." He made his way over to the desk and chair in the other room, crossing his legs after propping them up on the table.

"Well, firstly, Marcel is not my mortal enemy…he's my friend." He twirled the pencil he had earlier caught, in his fingers. "Albeit one who is unaware that I'm trying to sabotage his hold over the supernatural community of the French Quarter, but a friend nonetheless. And secondly, I daggered Elijah in order to gain Marcel's trust. If I had known he would place my brother in the hands of two particularly nasty teenage witches, I certainly would have weighed my options a bit differently." He gave Hayley a condescending smile before continuing.

"And thirdly…" he motioned towards his sister. "…sister, please."

Rebekah continued where her brother had left off.

"And thirdly, the plan -as you have demanded, is for Niklaus to simply ask Marcel for Elijah back." Klaus watched on with a smug smile, and raised his eyebrows when Hayley looked between them bewilderedly.

"That's…that's not the whole plan is it?" Her wide eyes looking back and forth between them once more.

Rebekah merely scoffed with a small chuckle. "Please. Klaus may be a miserable excuse for a sibling, but there is none more diabolical." She looked at the man in question as she insulted him, but as usual, he completely ignored it, choosing instead to reassure Hayley further.

"And that's only the Plan A, love…there's always a Plan B." His expression darkened, and Hayley didn't bother making eye contact as she asked the next question, knowing that she wouldn't like the answer.

"And what's Plan B?"

Klaus merely smiled at this, one word spilling from his lips.

"War."


While Klaus and Rebekah were entertaining Hayley's questions, Marcel had decided to visit St. Anne's before his suit fitting. What he wasn't counting on was the soft music that was coming from inside. The familiar sounds of a piano brought a smile to his face, and he knew exactly who he would find when he entered the church.

"I haven't heard you play in a while."

Addie spun around on the stool she was sitting on and looked at her friend who was leaning against the doorway. He was right, she hadn't played in a few weeks because of the focus she had on helping Marcel. She had been helping Davina find a way to kill an Original, but they couldn't really know for sure if anything would work if they didn't actually try it on an Original to begin with.

She shot Marcel a half-hearted smile. "Yeah, I haven't done it in a while."

Marcel pushed off the doorway and walked over to sit beside her on the small bench. He observed her posture and slung an arm around her as her head and gaze dropped a little.

"What's wrong, pretty lady?" He pulled her closer in a brotherly embrace, rubbing up and down her arm comfortingly. She sighed and closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them again and focusing her stare on the piano keys before her.

"I just…" He craned his neck to try and meet her gaze, but gave up when she avoided it, opting instead to tilt her head in his direction with his free hand.

"We want to help you…we really do. It's just…" she trailed off, trying to find the easiest way to say what was on her mind. "I can't do that from in here, G." He gave a small smile at the nickname she had given him when they met 8 months ago. It was based on his surname –Gerard. But the smile slowly slipped away as he registered what she was saying.

"I need to be out there…I need to see what we're dealing with." Her grey eyes bore into his own dark ones, and he had started shaking his head before she had even finished her sentence.

"Ads, you know I can't let you do that…" He spoke softly, already sensing her agitation and unwilling to make her feel even worse. But she cut him off before he could give her the usual lecture.

"Marcel, I can't use my power on plants, ok?" She looked at him imploringly. "It's not what I'm made for. I can take down 10 of your vampires at once, but I can't do anything locked up in an attic." She gripped his hand in her own when he withdrew the arm that was around her, continuing in order to sway him over.

"You asked us to help you kill an Original…I can't do that if the only thing you give me to work with is a bunch of flowers. I know we need to protect Davina, but they already know about me, so what's the harm?"

Marcel gave a long an audible sigh, his eyes narrowing at her own in contemplation, before softening and looking away from her. He knew that she was right. She was very effective in taking a life, but if he wanted her strong enough to do so to an Original she needed to practice on things other than flowers.

"What do you want me to say, Addie? What can I do?" He shrugged and faced her again.

Knowing that she had him on the ropes, Addie inwardly smiled. She didn't like putting him in these difficult situations, but it was necessary at the moment.

"Thierry told me about the gala tonight…" Once again, Marcel was shaking his head in refusal before she had even finished her sentence.

"Absolutely not. Do you have any idea how many vampires-"

"Exactly, G! How many vampires -loyal to you- will be there? There's nowhere I'd be safer, and I'd get to-" He cut off her hopeful ramble with an overwhelmed wave of his free hand.

"Woah, woah! I can think of one place that is safer. Right here. Look, I get why you want this…but think about this for a minute. Klaus will most likely be there tonight, and knowing my luck, so will Rebekah."

"And so will you. Not to mention Thierry, and Diego, and-" She held up her hands as she counted each finger with a different name. Seeing that he was fighting a losing battle, he grasped her shoulders and urged her to face him.

"Alright, alright! You wanna go? Fine." He looked at her pointedly. "But what I say goes. You stick to me like Velcro. I tell you to run, you run. I tell you to go home, you go home. You understand me?" Hearing the seriousness in his voice made her wipe the triumphant smile off of her face.

"Absolutely. I promise." She smile at him, rapidly nodding in agreement.

Marcel's face broke out into his usual wide grin and he gave her shoulders a slight squeeze. "Well, alright then, pretty lady. I'll send a ride for you tonight. I gotta go see Davina real quick, and then I got a suit fitting." He stood up from his seat, but turned to face her before he left the room. "Speaking of…I'll have Diego pick up something nice for you to wear. I gotta have my main girl looking fine." She rolled her eyes at his mocking, but chuckled along nonetheless.

"Goodbye, Marcel."


"Damn, I do look good in a suit."

Marcel grinned at his reflection, as the tailor worked on his pants. Thierry chuckled at his words, waiting for Marcel to finish up, before his brows furrowed in thought.

"Marcel…do you really think it's a good idea, letting Addie come tonight?"

Marcel sighed. No…he didn't. But he had already told her she could go, and Diego was out getting her outfit as they spoke. It was out of his hands now, she was going whether he liked it or not. But he put on a reassuring smile that seemed to fool Thierry, and nodded anyway.

"Of course. In fact, I want you to pick her up tonight…8 o'clock sharp." He noticed the uncertainty on Thierry's face and tried to reassure him. "She's ready for this, and no one's gonna dare to put a hand on her anyway. Make sure our boys know that." He gave his friend a stern look to emphasize the importance of his order.

"Consider it done."

Marcel grinned widely at his response, and his eyes trailed over to the TV that had caught Thierry's attention. He instantly recognised the two faces that were on the screen. One was the traitorous girl he had killed, and the other was her former best friend, and one of his newest recruits –Josh.

"My guy at the docks is gonna come forward as an eyewitness, say he saw those two drunkenly fall into the Mississippi. They'll be dredging for weeks. No one will come looking around here."

Marcel straightened out his suit with a smile. "That's good, considering one's dead in a dumpster behind the county morgue, and the other one is a vampire now. Anything else?"

Before Thierry could respond, the woman working on Marcel's pants pricked her finger, and the vampire 'king' crouched down to her level.

"Allow me, darlin'." He took her hand in his own and brought it to his lips, wiping the blood from it easily. Thierry looked over for a moment before he answered his friend's earlier question.

"One thing…I sent four nightwalkers to look into a werewolf sighting in the Quarter. I haven't heard from them since."

Marcel sighed as he removed the woman's hand from his lips. "That makes ten dead night-walkers in the last week. You think the werewolves are back in town trying to start some trouble?" He rose from his squatted position, looking to Thierry for an opinion.

Thierry offered him one as he pushed off the wall he was originally leaning on. Marcel rolled his eyes when his friend mentioned his sire. He knew that there were some negative feelings there, but he was getting fed up with the two constantly butting heads.

"Look, I know you and Klaus are friends, but the fact is, since the Originals showed up-"

"Oh, come now, Thierry. You're not still upset about that little, toxic werewolf bite I gave you, are you? I thought we were at bygones."

Speak of the devil.

Klaus shot the man he had interrupted a condescending smile, and Thierry turned to look at his friend, not quite happy with the appearance of the Original.

"I see you've given him free rein of your compound now, too." His gaze drifted back to Klaus, and he narrowed his eyes slightly in a glare.

Before Marcel could even open his mouth to respond, Klaus beat him to it.

"Yes. Well, seeing as my family and I lived here -built the place, in fact-"

Marcel butted in before the arguing escalated, sounding a lot like a mother scolding her children in his attempt to play the peace-maker.

"All right. Come on. You both know the drill. Thierry's my guy, inner circle." He gestured to the man at his side, before moving his arms towards Klaus. "Klaus is my old-time friend and sire. He's also a guest here." He said pointedly, as if telling Thierry to mind his manners, yet reminding Klaus of his position at the same time. "Peace, all right? All right."

Thierry scowled at the Original in response to the smirk he was sending his way, but Marcel ignored the display, turning to look at Klaus again.

"What you need, my brother?"

"I'm afraid my sister Rebekah is insisting I demand Elijah's return. She's quite worked up about it." There was a slight warning in his tone, reinforcing just how 'worked up' his sister was.

Marcel's face was serious as he remembered the blonde Original attacking Cami on their date. "I'll say."

Thierry's agitation got the better of him, and he decided to speak up.

"We're not gonna have three Originals walking around town, are we? Half our guys think the sister killed the nightwalkers."

Klaus' expression turned stony and he stared at the vampire standing next to his protégé. His next words were spoken calmly, but the threat was clear for them to hear.

"Is that an accusation…-"

"Eh." Thierry shrugged.

"Against an Original?!" snarled the hybrid.

Marcel got between the two as they made a move to attack each other.

"What did I say about peace?" He smiled at his two friends, trying to ease the tension somewhat. He looked at Klaus, tapping him on the chest in a friendly gesture. "Come on. Walk with me."

Thierry glared at the smug smirk that pulled at Klaus' lips.

Marcel had led his sire outside, chuckling at his next words, even though Klaus was unamused.

"You inner circle man lacks a sense of humor."

"He's a little overprotective, but loyal to a fault. I saved his life back in the '40s, found him dying of a war wound outside a VA hospital." Marcel made his way down a set of stairs, with Klaus on his heels.

"He'd kill for me and die for me. Plus, that boy can play the trumpet like you would not believe. Maybe I'll see if he can play a little tonight at the party."

As he reached the end of the stairs he turned to look at the Original. A hopeful look on his face, even though he was conflicted.

"You're coming, right?"

Klaus smirked through his sarcastic answer. "How can I miss my chance to meet the city councilman as he accepts your gigantic charitable donation?"

Marcel made a face, but it soon turned into a smile.

"Oh, he's a schmuck, but he lets us do our thing in exchange for certain community services…like keeping our fangs out of the locals."

He turned serious once more when he looked back to Klaus.

"Listen, about your brother... I would love to help you out, but Thierry is right. My guys are on edge. They see the Original family moving in, vampires dying? It makes them nervous. If I hand Elijah back now, it might give the wrong impression about who's really in charge here. You know what I mean?"

Marcel was trying to explain in a way that would minimise the chance of angering Klaus. He knew his sire had quite the temper, and would have to be treated with care. To his credit, he never once broke eye contact.

Klaus gave a small and entirely fake smile, unsatisfied with his protégé's answer.

"You understand…I had to ask."

Marcel nodded with a smile of his own. "Of course, I'm really sorry." He looked at his watch before making a face. "Listen, I gotta get going…I'll see you tonight, brother."

Klaus gave him a smile, which dropped as soon as Marcel's back was turned.

Oh, he'd get Elijah back whether Marcel liked it or not.


After draining one of Marcel's men of vervain, and several enlightening conversations with his sister, Klaus had made his way home.

It was fairly easy for them to persuade Sophie Deveraux to help them with the locator spell. The knowledge that Katie and Thierry had a significant part to play in her sister's death made it all too easy to manipulate the witch. They had convinced her to encourage Katie to perform magic, after the plan that Klaus had set in motion came to fruition.

What had struck both Rebekah and Klaus as odd, was when Sophie indicated that she knew of the two witches in Marcel's possession. According to the Deveraux witch, the elder of the two had no power to speak of…much to the witches' disappointment. But that wasn't important at the time. What they were really focused on, was the plan to gain Marcel's favour again and get their brother back.

He had compelled the drained vampire to attack Katie, and he had also compelled Josh into presenting Marcel with some incriminating evidence after the anticipated death of the first. If things went according to plan, Thierry would kill the man for attacking his lover, and Josh would plant the evidence they needed to get rid of Thierry for good. This would then lead to Sophie's role in things.

Katie would come to save her man, and in doing so, would provide Sophie with a smokescreen, allowing her to use a locator spell to find Elijah.

That's how Klaus found himself leaning on a railing, listening to Thierry play the trumpet while he stood observing with his protégé.

"You're right. He's good." Klaus waved his hand towards the man playing the trumpet, an impressed look on his face.

"Right? Music man, I call him." Marcel grinned, still watching his loyal friend. "Ladies love him, but he's spoken for. He knocks around with this pretty little witch." Klaus gave Marcel a sideways look at the mention of Katie, thinking about Marcel's own little witches. The bloody hypocrite.

"Says he loves her, but I don't know." Marcel shrugged.

Klaus continued to stare at him. "Your brightest soldier is fraternizing with your enemy, and you don't care?" His tone was intentionally disapproving, and Klaus smirked when Marcel became slightly defensive.

"Well, of course I care." He looked back over the railing at the subject of their conversation. "But Thierry is a grown man. He makes his own choices, and I get some good intel. Besides, he's not gonna do anything to jeopardize what we're doing here." Marcel reassured him.

"I mean, check this out: A vampire hosting a ritzy charity event? We have a community here. No one's gonna mess that up."

Klaus remained outwardly skeptical. "Still... You don't want the witches to get too bold, given that a witch's tip about a werewolf in town led to the disappearance of your nightwalkers. I'm sure you've considered the possibility that it could've been a trap." Klaus inwardly smirked when Marcel broke eye contact, obviously the Original's words were getting to him.

Marcel smirked when he finally looked back at his old mentor.

"Well, maybe I'll send a little message." He looked away before he could see the victory on Klaus' face, and faced the man on the lower level.

"Thierry! Take a team of nightwalkers to the Cauldron tonight, do a little rousting..." Thierry nodded before looking down in thought. "Thierry? Make it nasty…"

Klaus looked pleased with the indifference Marcel had towards the witches, but his brows furrowed at his next order. "Oh, and uh, don't forget. 8 o'clock, on the dot."

Marcel pinned his right hand man with a stern look, and Thierry's eyes flicked over to Klaus in concern for the girl –something the Original failed to miss.

"No problem, Marcel."


By 7:30, Addie was ready to go.

Earlier in the day, Diego had come by with a few things for her to wear. The dress he had brought was a Grecian style halter dress that was maroon in colour. The straps around her neck were covered in white gems (she assumed they were fake, but nothing surprised her when it came to Marcel), and the dress fit tightly around her bust and waist, but was free along her long legs. The boys knew that she was absolutely useless when it came to walking in heels, so she thanked Diego's brilliant mind for getting matching flats instead –it's not like she was short anyway.

Another problem was make-up. It was never her strong suit, but thankfully a woman had been compelled to take care of that. She had apparently focused on making Addie's stormy eyes the focal point, using minimal amounts of make-up any where else. Her lips were only glossed; colour had never been her thing.

Her dark hair had been done up in a high bun that revealed the large diamond earrings (she knew Marcel would have picked them out), and a matching diamond bracelet was secured around her wrist. The only piece of jewelry that didn't match the diamond and white gold theme, was the large antique ruby ring that never left the middle finger of her left hand.

It was…special. Her little sister had put a spell on it when they first arrived at St. Anne's. It allowed her to channel Addie's power, and vice versa. That way, if either of them were ever in trouble, they could offer or take the power that they needed. It was quite a brilliant idea that Davina had come up with when using connective magic.

She was thrown out of her thoughts when a limo pulled up outside the front of the church, and Thierry's handsome face smiled when he saw her.

"Well, don't you look beautiful, Miss Claire."

Addie nudged him in the shoulder, chuckling at the compliment. She had always felt awkward after a compliment…her mother hadn't really been one to offer them to her as a youngster. In fact it was quite the opposite. Believing that her eldest daughter was incapable of magic, Mrs. Claire had only ever shown disappointment and criticism towards Addie. So no, she didn't particularly know how deal with things like compliments.

"And you…don't look like you're going to a gala." She cocked a brow after giving him a once-over.

He wore a dark grey vest over a blue shirt and dark jeans. His usual cap sat on his head. He gave a short laugh at her observation, but his concern for Katie made him stop short. He knew that she would be in danger tonight, and even though Marcel didn't believe him, he really did love her.

"Nah, it's all business tonight." He scratched the back of his neck, before offering her another smile. "At least one of us will get to have some fun though, huh?"

She grinned at him, growing even more excited to finally have Marcel's approval. She'd prove it to him. She'd prove that she wasn't some china doll that would break upon leaving the church. Tonight was the night she gained her freedom. The next step would be doing the same for her sister…but she knew Marcel was going to be far more protective over Davina. The girl was beyond powerful!

"Yeah, I'm really looking forward to it." She nodded and followed him as he led her to the black limo.

"That's good, but I gotta get you out of here. Marcel will kick my ass if you're not there by 8."

They shared a laugh, even though they both knew what he was saying was very true. And with that, they made their way to the Abattoir.

"Aha! There's my girl!"

Marcel gave her a million watt smile, as he took in the sight of her.

"You look absolutely stunning, sweetheart." He hugged Addie, after giving Thierry an approving nod that he also took as a dismissal. After all, he had a job to do tonight.

"Yeah, well Diego has great taste." He laughed along with her, it was as if she had read his mind. He'd have to thank Diego later for the outfit.

"That he does. I have something for you." Addie raised a sculpted brow in question. He just reached out behind him as one of his minions handed him a black box.

"This was originally a masquerade…but most just decided to wear headpieces." He handed her the box, after she had finished scanning the different people in the room. What he had said was true, their were people with all sorts of feathers and accessories in their hair. Some looking rather ridiculous in her opinion.

She took the box and her eyes widened when they saw its contents.

"I figured that if I'm a king…" he took the diamond tiara out of the box, gently securing it to her head with a smile. "…then my girls are princesses." He grinned at the stunned expression on her face, and grasped her arm gently.

"Come on, let's get you a drink." He wrapped a protective arm around her, a display to the rest of the vampires that were there. She was off-limits. This was the girl Thierry had warned them about…this was the girl they'd need to protect.

Addie took in every feature of the room, her silver eyes scanning everything from the walls to the people, to the ridiculous entertainment.

Was that a snake?

She had spent a good hour with Marcel when she noticed another familiar face in the crowd. She broke out into a smile, and Marcel's brows furrowed in confusion before he turned to see what she was staring at over the railing.

"Why didn't you tell me that Cami was going to be here?"

His jaw clenched when he saw the beautiful blonde walking downstairs. Because she's not meant to be here. She was dressed as the angel she was, and she was so distracting that he didn't even notice Addie leaving his side until it was too late. Damn it!

The last thing he wanted was Cami showing up in a gala full of vampires. What was even worse, was the fact that Addie probably wouldn't leave the blonde's side all night. That would make it even harder to keep an eye on her…he was counting on the brunette sticking by him like she promised. Now he'd have to watch both of them, and he couldn't afford that split in his attention.

"Cami!"

Cami turned around at the sound of her name, flashing a bright smile at the young woman that was determinedly making her way down the stairs towards her.

"Addie, hey! You look great." They shared a tight hug, neither really paying attention to Marcel, who stood watching them with a small smile. He was glad that Addie had a friend she could trust that wasn't either him or her sister. They had bonded more and more with each visit to Rousseau's that Marcel allowed Addie to participate in.

"Me? Look at you! You're breath-taking." She held the older woman by the arms and her eyes made the point of scanning her outfit. The white dress and angel wings stood out in the dark setting, and Addie could have laughed at the symbolism. It was entirely true…Cami was the only angel in a sea of devils.

"She's right. You look beautiful, Cami."

The blonde laughed awkwardly, looking down bashfully before nodding at Marcel in thanks. "You scrub up pretty well yourself."

Marcel grinned his usual charming grin, liking the effect he had on her. But before he could continue, Cami took her opportunity to flee. She liked Marcel…he was charming. But she knew he was a bad boy type, and she really didn't need one of those at the moment, regardless of how well their date went.

"You know what? I haven't seen you in a while, Ads. Why don't we catch up some more?"

Addie avoided looking at Marcel, knowing that he would disapprove of her leaving his side. So instead she nodded eagerly with a smile, grateful to finally have some alone time with a friend. She loved Marcel, she really did…but she couldn't be around him 24/7.

"That sounds great! Why don't you go grab us a seat by the bar, and I'll be over in a second." Cami nodded with a final smile to Marcel, before making her way through the crowd and finding two empty stools.

Addie took the opportunity to finally look back at Marcel.

"Ads, what the hell?" His tone was calm, but she could tell he wasn't too happy about this.

"Please, Marcel? I haven't seen her in so long, and I promise I'll tell her all the great things I know about you." Her pleading smile warped into a teasing grin, and he rolled his eyes with a small one of his own.

He sighed for the millionth time that day and looked into the hypnotizing eyes in front of him. He just couldn't say 'no' to the Claires.

"Fine." She clapped her hands together. "But." He raised his index finger in a stern gesture. "But you stay with her at that damn bar, unless you're coming back to me. Understood?"

"Yes, sir. I made a promise, remember?"

His stern look slowly evaporated into a confident smile. "Damn right, you did. Get out of here." He nudged her in Cami's direction, the blonde quickly waving her over. Marcel shook his head at the sight. Addie was the easier one to deal with…he could only imagine trying to have the same conversation with a rebellious Davina.


Rebekah's arm was linked in her brother's as they entered the Abattoir. They both surveyed the area, taking in the individual performers and the abundance of vampires enjoying themselves.

"Well, this certainly is a fitting backdrop for tonight's events, I must say." Klaus smiled deviously at the thought of what would occur by the end of the night.

Rebekah smiled lightly, casting her eyes around the room before they landed on someone she recognised. She smirked at the sight of an 'angel' at the bar…Cami –Marcel's new toy. But just as she was about to comment on her, her mouth parted slightly and her brows furrowed.

Never one to miss the details, Klaus shot his sister a curious look.

"What is it?"

He almost missed her breathy response because of the loud music playing.

"It's her."

Klaus swiftly followed her gaze, confused as to who his sister was talking about. His eyes landed on the blonde waitress from Rousseau's and he sighed in annoyance when he realised that it was probably Rebekah that had invited the tolerable human to a party full of vampires.

So then why was she so shocked?

And that was when he noticed the woman beside the blonde. She looked stunning, as would be expected of her. She was, after all, quite the specimen. At first he didn't even recognise her, but when those startling grey orbs met his own blue-green ones, he knew exactly who he was looking at.

Marcel's pretty little blood-bag. Who would have thought that he would leave her so close to the woman he was pursuing. Wasn't having an old flame near a new one counter-productive?

But wait a minute…when had Rebekah met this girl before? Klaus hadn't seen her ever since he arrived in New Orleans, so how had she?

"How do you know her?"

He watched as his sister's jaw clenched. Oh, she was angry indeed. It almost brought a cheeky smile onto his face.

"She was the one I was talking about. The second witch." She turned to stare into her brother's eyes. "She has Elijah."

Klaus couldn't keep the surprise off of his face. This was one of the witches that Marcel kept to himself? Of course it was! He was a bloody fool for not having realised it earlier.

"…protect her with your life. If anyone asks, she's just a groupie looking for a good time."

"Well you know how girls are nowadays, the groupies practically throw themselves at you!"

"There was another girl there. This one was older and Marcel seemed quite taken with her…she was older, maybe 19 or so…but I couldn't tell if she was a witch or not."

Looks like the pretty little witch was more than just a 'groupie' as Marcel had labelled her. That meant that his protégé was eager to keep Klaus away from the woman…and naturally, that just made him want to approach her even more.

He smirked deviously at the newfound information. Obviously this woman was important to Marcel, if the expensive tiara on her head was anything to go by…Klaus would enjoy draining the life out of her as soon as she delivered him his brother.

With Rebekah still on his arm, he didn't look away from the women at the bar as he strode over confidently. Surprisingly, it was Rebekah who spoke first.

"Cami, darling. You look precious." She gave the other blonde a fake smile, but Cami didn't seem to notice.

"This party is ridiculous. But I think I went a bit splashy with this dress." She chuckled uncomfortably, looking to Addie for support. "Oh, I'm sorry…Ads, this is Rebekah-" before she could continue, the female Original interrupted her with a plastic smile directed at the youngest in their current group.

"Oh yes, we've met before."

Addie could hear the distaste in her voice and smirked at her. "That we have. I believe the pleasure was all mine."

Rebekah grit her teeth at the insolence, while Klaus let out a humoured chuckle. Oh, she had gall, that was for sure. He remembered his sister telling him about the beating she took from the powerful young witch that wasn't present at the moment, and not many people would willingly rub that in Rebekah Mikaelson's face.

Cami awkwardly watched the display, and was genuinely relieved to see Marcel barreling towards them like a man on a mission.

"Klaus, Rebekah…good to see you made it." He flashed them his trademark smile, but Klaus could tell by the way Marcel's hand instantly gripped the witch's arm, that he was on alert.

Klaus sent him a smirk in return. "Well, we'd hate to disappoint."

"Aw come on, you know you could never disappoint me." He finished with a laugh, but was eager to get his little witch away from the Originals. "I was actually hoping to have a word with Addie for a minute." He sent her an expectant look.

Ah yes, he had somehow managed to forget the name the Deveraux witch had mentioned...Addie.

Cami knew that the younger woman didn't want to go just yet, and even though she knew better, she took one for the team.

"Actually, Marcel…I was wondering if you wanted to dance."

Marcel's dark gaze snapped over to the blonde that had held his interest for a while now, and he couldn't refuse when he met her bright eyes. He looked around him, finding a few faces from his inner-circle nearby, and as he made eye-contact with them they understood the silent order to watch the girl.

He looked back at Cami with a wide and pleased smile on his face.

"It would be my pleasure."

He held out a hand, and she took it. Addie sent her a grateful look, recognising what she had just done.

Rebekah rolled her eyes at the display, not wanting to be anywhere near Marcel or his new toys.

"You two chit-chat. I need booze."

And that is how Klaus was left exactly where he wanted to be. Alone with the stormy-eyed witch that Marcel was oh so protective of. He gave her a quick once-over before allowing a charming smile to overcome his features.

"Now that that's all over with…I don't believe I've had the pleasure of officially meeting you yet, love. You look ravishing."

Addie removed her gaze from Marcel and Cami, and her eyes locked with the man's beside her. She would never have guessed that he was the big bad hybrid that everyone was terrified of. This man was completely immortal, nothing could kill him…for now. And yet he didn't look as strong as he truly was. Not to say that he looked weak…but she had expected a behemoth or something!

"Not officially, no…you clean up quite nice yourself." she gave him a polite smile.

"Well, don't be fooled, love. I'm the devil in disguise." He shot her a cheeky smile, and she let a quiet chuckle slip past her lips.

"Oh, I don't doubt it." He smirked at her knowing tone. "I'm Adelie, but most people call me Addie." She held out her right hand, as if to shake his own.

He took note of the fact that she had avoided mentioning her surname. Smart girl. He took the offered hand into both of his own, and gave her his own name before pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to her knuckles.

"Klaus Mikaelson."

They stared at each other for a moment, each sizing the other up. This false pleasantness wasn't fooling either of them, but they'd remain civil in public.

"How about a dance, love?" He held out his hand to her as a slower song that neither really recognised played.

She slightly narrowed her eyes at him, and he gave her an innocent dimpled smiled. Realising that he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, she slipped her hand into his own one. It was slightly calloused, and she wondered if he too played an instrument of some kind. For a moment she even considered how many lives they had taken…but she didn't really care much for the answer anyway.

Klaus led her away and into the mass of dancing couples. He didn't miss the multiple sets of eyes that trailed after them…Marcel had his minions watching them like hawks. He couldn't tell if they were told to watch him, or if they were looking after the girl.

Probably both, he thought.

He pulled the woman closer to himself, a hand on her waist and the other holding her own, as he looked down at her. She wasn't much shorter than him, but he still had to look down to meet her piercing gaze.

She lifted her left hand, resting it on his shoulder, and he caught a glimpse of a rather old-fashioned ring on her middle finger.

"That's a beautiful ring you have there…family heirloom?"

Addie, was getting sick of his constant beating around the bush. She'd make it easier for him.

"How about we agree to just cut the crap with each other, hm?" She cocked a brow, and for a moment she thought she had angered him with the blank look on his face, but almost sighed in relief when broke out into a laugh.

"Very well, love. I think that'd make things easier for the both of us." He met Marcel's dark eyes as he dance with Cami across the room, and inwardly smirked as his protégé's jaw clenched. He decided to take it one step further and pulled Addie's body flush against his own in a tight hold.

Addie gasped in surprise at the contact, rolling her eyes when she realised what the hybrid was doing.

"Real mature. Stop torturing him." She pushed at his chest lightly, careful to not make it look like she was struggling. The last thing she needed was her guards thinking that she was in danger and causing a scene. But Klaus didn't budge.

"How about this, love. You tell me where I can find my brother, or I can torture you instead?" All traces of humour left his features and he trained a dark glare on her, his genuine threat hanging in the air.

Were they alone, he would have ripped the knowing smirk she flashed him right off her face. He was done playing.

"I'm sure I'd be terrified if that was a genuine threat…" she leaned closer to him, her mouth by his ear. "But it's not, is it? Because then you'd never find him…and even if you did…" she moved back to lock eyes with him once more. "You wouldn't find him alive."

His grip tightened to a point where it became painful, and she did her best not to wince at the pressure.

He copied her movements, leaning down barely an inch away from her face.

"I'd be very careful with what you say next, love…I don't take very kindly to threats against my family."

She grit her teeth together. "Yeah? Well, neither do I…and unfortunately for you, Marcel is family."

She gave him another knowing look, and he put two and two together. She obviously suspected his return was more than just a friendly visit, and it was clear that she thought his presence was a threat to her…family? When had they gotten so close?

Before he could respond, her attention was drawn to the scene playing out over the hybrid's shoulder.

Diego had approached Marcel, and the pissed expression on the latter's face had her frowning in concern. It was when he marched up to a solemn looking Thierry and gripped him by the throat, that Addie jumped into action. Klaus had loosened his grip when he noticed her attention slipping, and turned to watch the same scene she was observing. It had given her enough room to pull out of his arms and barge through the crowd, and up the stairs.

"I want to hear your side of it." Marcel's voice was strong as he looked at his right hand man.

"Marcel, come on…" Addie frowned as she heard Thierry's pleading voice. But Marcel was having none of it.

"Your version. Go."

"We were tossing the Cauldron. This guy, some nightwalker, he attacked Katie for no reason." He tried to get his sire to understand.

"His name was Max. I turned him, and as far as reasons go, he doesn't need one. She was a witch. He was a vampire. Now? He's dead." He seemed to get angrier the more he talked, and Thierry knew that he had really screwed up this time.

"I didn't mean for it to happen." Addie could see how genuine the vampire was when he said it, but Marcel was hesitant to forgive him so easily.

"You broke my most important rule." Thierry gaze dropped in acknowledgment. "Damn it, T. How long we been friends? Seventy years?" He nodded quickly in response.

"I turned you into something that would never die. I gave you a gift." Marcel all but growled the word, glaring at his friend.

"And I have been loyal to you all this time, and I still am. I'm still your friend, Marcel. I swear, that hasn't changed."

Thierry looked close to tears, and it broke Addie's heart to see her friend like this –pleading for forgiveness. So what if he killed a damn vampire? Marcel would let Addie do it all the time for practice if she asked. At least he did it for the woman he loved, and not in defiance of Marcel's rules.

Before Marcel could respond, a new vampire she had never seen before approached them. He took something out of his pocket and passed it to Marcel.

"We found this at his girl's place."

Marcel unfolded the paper, upon noticing it was some sort of spell, he handed it to the woman behind him.

Klaus watched on from below, smirk in place as he listened to all that was transpiring upstairs. He had noticed Cami watching the scene play out, and he smiled at the disappointed look on her face when she noticed this side of Marcel. He made a mental note to congratulate Josh on a job well done. He'd even managed to go beyond his current plans, and compelled Josh to do a little side task for him while Marcel was distracted.

"So wait, what exactly do you want me to find?"

Klaus sighed in annoyance…the boy was a little on the slower side.

"That girl –Adelie- I want you to find out all you can about her." He said as he subtly nodded his head in the direction of the witch that was watching Marcel lose his temper.

Josh's brows were drawn together in confusion. "But can't you just ask Cami…? She's actually friends with her."

He gulped when Klaus turned to pin him with a hard stare, fidgeting slightly while trying to rectify the situation.

"Or –ahem- or I could just, you know, do what you said." His head nodded up and down like a parrot as he continued to ramble. "Yeah, yes. I'll do that…for you."

He cleared his throat yet again, and sighed in relief when Klaus turned to continue watching his plan play out perfectly.

Addie's brows furrowed, unbelieving of the evidence being presented to her. Surely this was some kind of mistake. She didn't have her glasses, maybe she had misread the words? Thierry was loyal…he would never do this. She swallowed thickly and handed the paper back to Marcel, who looked at her expectantly.

"Daylight ring."

The two words were enough to make Marcel completely lose his temper.

"Still my friend, huh?" he said with a mocking smile. "That's funny, because it looks to me like that little witch of yours got her hands on a spell that I keep locked away." He got in Thierry's face, waving the paper in front of him.

"Marcel, I have never seen that."

He tried to get Marcel to see reason, but the man was too far gone.

"Shut up. I see on your hand, you still have the daylight ring I gave you. So, what would you need with the recipe for making new ones? Unless maybe you and Katie were gonna go off and start a little kingdom of your own?" He glared at his former friend.

The accusations were flowing now, and Addie had to rub her temples to ease the headache that was starting to form. How did this happen?

"Marcel, no!" Thierry didn't even know where he got that idea from, but the man wouldn't listen to him, and cut him off again.

"Here's a lesson in friendship: Friends don't lie to me, they don't break my rules, and they do not steal what is mine." Marcel was shaking his head with each point he made, growling his shouts by the end of his speech. It was rare to see him so angry, and Addie was worried about how he would deal with the situation.

She placed her hand on his arm, tugging him over to the balcony, despite his resistance to move.

When he finally met her gaze, she could see the barely restrained fury in his own.

"Marcel, breathe and take a moment to think about this. Don't make any rash decisions because you're angry…this is Thierry. You know he would never-"

"Enough." He had never snapped at her before, but she wasn't really surprised with the state he was currently in. "Get ready, I'm taking you home after this."

He didn't even look at her as he marched right back to Thierry. He audibly sighed in annoyance.

"For the crime of murdering one of his own, I sentence Thierry Vanchure to one hundred years in the Garden." Although he had calmed down slightly, the rage was still clear in his tone.

Thierry looked at him, defeated. Addie, who was still by the balcony, gripped the railing tightly and let her head drop. Her eyes closed at the punishment given, and she shook her head at Marcel's temper. She'd never see Thierry again.

Klaus watched the woman sigh audibly, and a victorious smile tugged at his lips when he heard the sentence.

"And it begins."


Marcel had marched down stairs with a few men from his inner-circle, with a firm grip on Addie's forearm.

Unfortunately for him, she was at the end of her line.

He felt her tug out of his arm harshly as they walked out onto the street, and he swiveled around to face her, too impatient to deal with her too. But before he could berate her, she pushed against his chest with a surprising amount of force that had him stumbling back a few steps.

"I get that you're angry, I do." He was stunned by the rage I her voice. "But if you ever manhandle me like that again, I will deal with you."

His eyes softened when he noticed the harsh red fingerprints that enclosed around her forearm. He hadn't meant to hurt her.

Klaus watched on amusedly. They couldn't see him from his vantage point, but he could see and hear them perfectly. Now all he had to do, was wait for the opportune moment.

Marcel was about to apologise, when Addie let out a loud gasp and her hands flew to her head as she swayed backwards.

"Ads!" Marcel reached out for her, but was surprised to see Thierry steady her.

"Something's coming…Magic…Marcel…"

Davina's voice filtered through her mind. Her sister was warning her. As quickly as the dizzy spell had come, it disappeared.

She shot out of Thierry's grip and her eyes scanned the street. It was then that they all noticed the lone woman walking towards them, hands held out and chanting.

"Katie, NO!"

Despite Thierry's warning, the woman raised her hand and the vampires fell to their knees in pain, as the streetlights exploded. Addie crouched by Marcel, grabbing his hand for the skin contact required and giving him power.

"She's channeling a lot of ancestors, Marcel!"

If it were the other way around, and she was taking it from him, it would have been easy…she could kill normal vampires. But she had seldom been able to perfect giving power, and Katie had a lot of power at the moment. Nevertheless, Marcel stood up alone to face Katie.

Katie waved her hand again, and another light exploded, while Marcel was brought to his knees again. Addie could feel herself growing weaker…it was a miracle that she had managed to do this much for him.

As Marcel got up for the second time, Katie broke his bones until he was laying down on the street in pain.

"NO!"

Davina's voice cried out in her mind once more and Addie glanced down to her ring when she felt her sister's power swell in it. She let go of Marcel's hand, no longer needing skin contact now that her sister was giving her power. She raised her hands, channeling Davina whilst standing behind Marcel.

Marcel easily stood up, still in pain, but resisting it much more effectively. Katie looked stunned that he had managed to do so.

"You're here to save your man. Well, come on, little girl!" He growled through the pain. He charged at her, only to have her break his legs once more.

Davina must have felt it too, because Addie could hear her sister cry out. Katie raised a stake, ready to impale Marcel, who was on his knees in front of her.

"Die, you son of a bitch."

"Katie, No!" Thierry tried to talk his lover out of it, and Addie watched on wide-eyed as her neck was quickly snapped.

Addie's gaze met the blank blues that belonged to Klaus Mikaelson, and she gave him a small but grateful nod in thanks. It might not have meant much to him, but Marcel was family…and Klaus had just saved him.

It made her feel guilty when she remembered that this was the man searching for his own brother –his own family…the one she had threatened.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when a devastated Thierry crawled forward to embrace his fallen love. Addie made her way to Marcel, helping him up from the ground once his legs had healed.

Marcel watched as his old friend mourned the witch that had just tried to kill him, and much like Addie, he turned to Klaus and gave him a nod of thanks. The Original simply sent him a small smile in return.


By the end of the night, Marcel had taken Thierry to The Garden, and had ended up drinking with Klaus. He had taken Addie back to St. Anne's himself, just like he had said he would.

So now here he stood, drinking with Klaus on his left, while they were both busy staring at the night sky.

"How much did Cami see?"

He almost cringed at all the possible answers that were flowing though his mind. He hoped he hadn't ruined his chances…he didn't enjoy compelling her and he would hate to have to do so.

Klaus just made a face. "She just saw an argument, mate. It's nothing you can't fix." He looked over to his friend. "You really like her, don't you?"

"I like that she's not a part of any of this. Sometimes it's good to see the world the way the humans do."

Klaus thought about his response for a moment, and he eventually nodded in agreement.

"I am sorry about Thierry, you know? I can tell he was a good friend."

If Marcel was surprised with how genuine he sounded, he didn't show it.

Marcel sighed sadly. "I made him what he was. Obviously, my trust was misplaced."

"Doesn't make it easier."

Marcel nodded at the truth in his statement, but decided to change the topic…he didn't even want to think about Thierry's betrayal.

Instead his thoughts drifted to the short conversation he had with Addie once he dropped her off at the church.

"So…I didn't die tonight." He chuckled at her teasing smile, shaking his head in good humour as she leaned against his open car window.

"No, you didn't." She was hoping for more than that as a response, but he was intentionally being difficult.

"Does that mean I can go out more?" Her eyebrows rose challengingly, and he studied her for a long while.

"We'll see." He shrugged with a grin on his face. She gave him one in return, before tapping the hood of his car and turning to head inside the church. He was going to wait until she was safely inside before he left, but his brows furrowed in confusion when she quickly turned to look at him again.

"Marcel…" she sighed seriously. "You could have died tonight."

He knew it would come up eventually, but he had hoped that she would at least wait until the morning –or rather, later in the morning, seeing as it was already after midnight. Either way, he looked at the steering wheel and nodded. He had been lucky.

"If Klaus wasn't there…" She trailed off, rubbing her forehead at the thought. What would they do without Marcel? He was family, and he was the reason Davina was still alive.

Klaus hadn't hesitated in killing for him. Maybe she had underestimated him…judged him too quickly. After all, all the Original wanted was his own family back. She was suddenly grateful that the hybrid had been there after all.

"I know, Ads." He gave her a sad smile, sensing her inner turmoil.

"We owe him, G. Maybe…maybe we should just give him his brother back." He met her eyes, knowing that he was definitely in Klaus' debt, but he would have to think long and hard about her suggestion on his ride home. It wasn't a choice to make lightly.

"You saved me tonight. I guess I owe you one." He thought about his next words for a moment. "You asked for your brother back. Seems like the least I can do…Addie thought so too."

Klaus' mouth was slightly parted, and he looked almost child like. For someone who was probably the toughest person in the world, he looked so dazed at Marcel's words that it was hard to believe.

They were getting Elijah back.


Ok, so I just have a few added notes that I forgot to mention earlier...

My friend Ashley has generously allowed me to use her pintrest account for this story. It will have outfits and stuff (not all of them, because I don't really have much time, but I'll try to do as many as possible), so the gala outfit is on there. I'll put the link here, and I'm sorry because I know you'll have to type it out, but it's not too long :P If it doesn't work let me know :)

h-t-t-p-/-/-: www . pinterest lokidoki9 / vermillion / (Without the dashes)

Also, please let me know if I'm not doing a good job with making the characters realistic (in terms of how they are in the show). The POV changes every now and then, but I don't think it's too hard to tell who it is...if so, then let me know and I'll label it.

The next chapter will have quite a bit of Addie's backstory, and I have a feeling it will be longer than this one (sorry!) but on the bright side...plenty of Klaus? Am I right? Haha :)

Thanks for reading, and I'll see ya soon :D