It was a dark night, as Klaus stood in a cemetery with Katerina and Sophie. He hadn't known that Katerina knew any New Orleans witches, but apparently she did, since Sophie immediately recognized her the moment that they had entered the cemetery.

"What a surprise," Sophie said to her. "It's been a long time, Katherine."

"Yes; it has. I need a favor from you."

"Only if you convince Klaus to do a favor for us."

"That depends, Sophie. What do you need Klaus to do for you?"

"We need Marcel taken down. We can't do magic without him finding out. He and his vampires are out of control. If we do magic, whatever it is, then we'll be killed."

"We'll find a way to take down Marcel and make sure that no one kills you. Now, I need a favor from you. I'm human due to something called the cure for vampirism getting shoved down my throat. It's killing me. I need you to do a spell. There has to be something you can do to stop me from dying faster than I should be."

"There is something I could do. It's in an old book from one of our past elders. You promise you'll protect me?"

"I promise," Katherine replied.

Katherine followed her into the cave-like place where Sophie got out an old book and set it on a wooden table, before going to work on the spell to help her. Then, a few minutes later, she stopped.

"It's done."

"Thank you, Sophie. We'll do what we can to protect you. In fact, maybe you should come stay with us for a while until we find a way. I'm sure they'd think twice entering a house that an Original hybrid and a former 500 year old vampire live in. If they did, they'd be very stupid vampires."

"Thank you, Katherine."

Sophie and Katherine left to meet Klaus in the cemetery where a few vampires lay, temporarily dead.

"Let's get out of here before they wake up," Katherine said.

I can't believe I'm going along with Katerina, protecting a witch. She did Katerina a favor. We don't need her anymore. We can take care of Marcel ourselves without her, Klaus thought to himself, as he walked alongside them towards the plantation home.

"Oh, wonderful," Katherine said sarcastically, seeing a red convertible in front of the house. "What is she doing here?"

"I guess we're about to find out," Klaus answered her.

"What is it?" Sophie questioned.

"Rebecca's here. You know her, right? She's Elijah and Klaus' sister," Katherine clarified for her.

"Yes. I've heard of her."

"Good. Be warned. She's not very friendly. She can be worse than Klaus some days."

"I've been warned then," Sophie replied.

They walked inside to see Rebecca by the stairs, looking like she had been waiting for Klaus, considering they didn't think she'd know that Katherine was in New Orleans too.

"What are you doing here, Little Sister? Shouldn't you be spending the summer with that football player?" Klaus greeted.

"Matt is none of your business and I came to see where Elijah's at. He hasn't been answering any of my calls and that's not like him. What the bloody hell is she doing here?" she said to her hybrid brother.

"If you must know, I brought her here to help her out. I've succeeded and now it's time for Marcel to go down. He's alive and he's taken this town from us. Welcome home, Little Sister."

"We haven't seen Elijah around, so we didn't even know he was here. Something must've happened to him. Marcel wouldn't know about the daggers, would he? Maybe he daggered Elijah for a reason," Katherine said.

"No. He couldn't know. I never told him about the daggers or what they do to Originals, much less how to kill us," Klaus said.

"Sophie can do a locater spell," she suggested, and then looked at Sophie.

So, that's what they had her do. Then, a few minutes later, she stopped.

"He's at the church somewhere," Sophie said.

"Klaus and I will go. Rebecca should stay here in case anyone tries to kill you for doing magic in this town," Katherine said, before heading for the door.

"We'll be back shortly," Klaus said, before following Katerina out the door.

When they reached the attic and walked inside, Katherine, being human, was able to come in, but Klaus, being half vampire, wasn't.

"Someone must live here," Katherine stated.

"That would be me," a female said.

"And you are?" Katherine asked.

"Davina. You?"

"Katherine Pierce. I'm famous, so you've probably heard of me."

"Invite me in," Klaus ordered Davina.

"Yes. Invite him in. Please. He's sort of a friend these days."

"Come in," she invited him.

"Where's Elijah?" she asked her.

Davina looked at the closed coffin.

"In there. Why are you looking for him?"

"Because he's kind of important to us all; without him, who knows where I'd be or Klaus for that matter; we need him. Besides, Elijah and I have been in love for 500 years."

Klaus opened the coffin up and pulled the dagger out of Elijah, before setting it down on the table.

"Where did you get this dagger, love?"

"Marcel's the one that daggered him, so you'd have to ask him."

"Marcel. He keeps being a thorn in my side these days. First he takes my city from me just because I'm gone for 100 years; then he daggers my brother; and what of you? Why are you so important to my dear old friend? From the scent that radiates from you, you're just a teenage witch."

Davina glared at him.

"Marcel saved my life from my own kind. That's all you need to know. He's my friend; my family."

Katherine stood by the coffin and looked down at the love of her life that she would never truly get to be happy with, because of Niklaus.

"We'll be out of here as soon as you give us Elijah," Katherine said.

"That's up to Marcel."

"You have a mind of your own, Davina. Use it. He must want you to keep Elijah daggered, because Elijah would be leverage against both me and the Originals. I know how that works. I've been leverage before and it sucks. Believe me, I know."

So, finally, they persuaded Davina and she let them take Elijah home, in which everyone was thankful to her for.

As soon as she saw them walk in and saw Elijah, Rebecca was relieved and through herself into her brother's arms, so happy to see him alive and well.

He hugged her back.

Klaus walked off to the parlor to go devise a plan to take down Marcel, while Katherine headed upstairs. She was worn out after tonight. She needed to go to sleep, which she would finally get, knowing Elijah was safe and sound. And she herself would always be as safe as she could be as long as there were Originals to protect her day in and day out.