Authors note: Seriously guys, thank you so much for the reviews and favourites – means a lot. (: I read some of the comments and Elijah and Katherine's relationship has to have a few bumps in the rode but to reassure you all I am a Kalijah shipping. Also, Hayley will (unfortunately, I don't like her much either) be in this but I'll try not to mention her all that much. I hope this chapter is fun to read and the old Katherine Pierce is definitely in action. (; Happy reading.

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Chapter 4: A Deal With the Devil

"There's nothing in any of my spell books about Silas or the cure." Sophie stated, looking up to Katherine from where she was knelt searching through the books on the shelf.

"There's got to be something, Aylese wouldn't lie to me. We made a deal." Katherine retorted, placing a hand on her hip, "Keep looking."

The witch gave a moan and stood up, "Even if I can find a spell, I won't be able to perform it until Marcel's gone for good." Oh, Katherine had thought of all of this much before the witch had even mentioned it.

"Yep and that's exactly why I'm gonna get rid of him."

Sophie scoffed, tucking a lock of hair that had fallen out of her braid behind her ear.

"Are you forgetting why you're even here? Marcel's not easy to take down and he's a vampire with a whole bunch of vampires behind him."

Katherine sighed, rolling her eyes at the witches comment. "Never underestimate Katherine Pierce." She said simply, "Now keep looking and call me when you find something, I have an angry hybrid to deal with."

Klaus hadn't come looking or her yet but that could be down to two reasons. One, he hadn't realised she had gone. Or two, Elijah had told him what had happened. She was hoping it was one because Klaus would enjoy teasing her about Elijah for her whole stay in the New Orleans, which seemed like it was going to be for a long time. The front door of the Mikaelson manor was open and she raised an eyebrow slightly as she walked straight in. Everything seemed awfully quiet for a house where Klaus lived; she frowned and stopped in the hallway.

"Klaus?" She called.

Unlike when she had been at Bree's bar, Klaus didn't mess with her and walked straight out from a dark corner of the room she hadn't even noticed.

"Have a nice chat with your little ex-boyfriend?" He asked, his arm surprisingly linking in hers as he led her into the familiar room of the house that she had been in earlier that day. Clearly it had been the second reason. Katherine took a deep breath, walking along with him because she had no other option.

"What about you, had any nice chats with Caroline lately?" She retorted, sitting down on the wooden chair in the middle of the room as he gave her a slight push towards it. That one must of hurt a bit, Katherine smirked.

"I see Elijah's put you in a lovely mood." He grinned slightly, "No more tears coming? Want to cry some more, feel free I'd love to watch."

Now she remembered why she despised him so much. Just the thought of him hearing her cry made her want to snap her own neck.

"Actually, I wanted to make a deal with you."

That seemed to surprise him slightly and he raised an eyebrow as he leant back against the wall opposite the chair Katherine was sat in.

"Haven't you tried to make enough of those already?" He asked, referring to her constant begging for freedom. Katherine glared slightly but ignored his comment.

"I know you want Marcel gone and I'd be just the girl to help you." She said.

Klaus folded his arms over his chest, "What makes you think I need help? I've got a witch, my brother and Hayle-"

Katherine cut him off, her own arms folding over her chest, "You've got a witch who can't do spells, a pregnant one night stand hybrid and a brother who may I say is very unreliable." Maybe that was a slight dig at Elijah but she thought he deserved it.

Klaus seemed to let her get away with that one but he'd probably drain her of a little to much blood later for it.

"If you let me get close to Marcel then you won't need to worry about your baby getting hurt whilst doing so. Isn't she supposed to get a maternity leave?"

Maybe that was another dig but aimed at the hybrid girl, she really did hate her. Klaus didn't look particularly happy but was letting her get away with the comments anyway.

"He'd kill you straight away, I taught him everything he knows." Klaus replied. Katherine had thought this out almost a little too much.

"Not when he finds out how close we are and how much I would just love to be a helping hand to him." She said, fluttering her eyelashes. Now he had caught on.

"You plan on playing him just like the Salvatore's and my brother?" Katherine was about to cut in and defend that she never played Elijah but he carried on. "Might just work."

A grin spread across the brunettes face, "So we have a deal? You let me leave the house and help, you get my blood?"

"We have a deal."

That appeared to have been much to easy to Katherine but she didn't argue and left shortly with a system full of vervain, stake in her jacket pocket and her eyes set on something she wanted. So, she had been able to make a deal with Klaus and she was able to leave the house. That's all she needed to be able to work with the witch, get rid of Marcel and get herself back to being a vampire. If Marcel was as stupid as the Salvatore brothers this would be a breeze but she somehow doubted that he would drop his rule on the New Orleans for some human girl who was completely unreliable in every way possible. She wasn't even sure where she could find him but she was sure if she asked around she'd get there in the end.

Since her chat with Elijah, fight with Sophie and deal with Klaus it had turned to evening time and the street was full of vampires – not that it phased her. The outskirts seemed to be less busy and she knew that if she wanted to find this guy she'd have to go to the busiest spot around. There were a few glances her way and she could sense hungry eyes following her every move. A pretty human girl in the middle of a group of vampires, it was like she was a present waiting for them under the tree. Things got louder as she kept walking and she found herself having to push her way through the crowds, there was a particular bar that seemed to be busy and she walked in. By the sound of footsteps following her to a booth at the back, she was reassured that the attention she had wanted was following. She slid across the leather seating, not surprised when two men slid in across from her – both of whom were vampires.

"What's a girl like yourself doing out at this hour, alone?" One of them quipped, the tone in his voice familiar to her. He was thirsty. Katherine flipped a lock of hair over her shoulder,

"I'm looking for someone, you might know him." She answered smoothly, "Marcel?"

Of course the pair knew of him, anyone in the New Orleans knew him.

"You're looking for Marcel?" The second vampire asked. Katherine merely nodded,

"You wouldn't happen to know where I could find him?" She returned, raising an eyebrow.

The pair exchanged glances, "Might do, for a drink or two."

Katherine smirked, pulling back the sleeve of her jacket and holding out her wrist.

"Go for it."

The first vampire moved quickly and the pain in her wrist was bad, though only lasting a second as he leapt back in pain.

"Ohps, forgot all about that vervain I had earlier." She said smugly, "Now where's Marcel?"

She was being very daring, very stupid but it seemed to be working as the second vampire stood up and gestured for her to follow, leaving the other vampire behind to recover from the burning in his throat form the vervain he had just consumed.

"What does a girl like you want with Marcel?" He asked, looking down to the petite brunette who was following him willingly.

"Let's just say, I know an old friend of his." Katherine replied, continuing to walk along side by side with the vampire of whom was a good few feet taller than her.

"What's your name?" He asked, not looking down to her as he weaved through a crowd of people.

"Katerina Petrova but call me Katherine Pierce."

Marcel was exactly where she thought he would be, surrounded by people who all seemed to be admiring his every move. Something she hated but respected at the time. She couldn't lie and say she had never dreamed of having power, she would have killed to have that much power over people. The vampire she was with, who still remained nameless, led her through the crowds.

"Marcel!" He called, taking Katherine by the arm and pulling her through after him. The music was so loud in the area that Katherine struggled to hear him but of course Marcel was a vampire and heard with ease. "You've got a visitor."

The music killed quickly and everyone stopped chatting, dancing and feeding to turn and face the poor little doppelgänger that was stood in the middle of the room.

"She says she's a friend of Klaus."

The man in the centre of the room turned and walked towards the pair, for a moment Katherine feared her life and thought that he may kill her right then and there. But in fact he didn't but did something she didn't expect, pull her into a hug. He chuckled deeply,

"Any friend of Klaus' is a friend of mine."

Katherine was rigid in his arms; the only person she enjoyed hugs from was Elijah and well… She wasn't going to be getting one from him any time soon.

Katherine quickly shook off the thought of Elijah, she had a man to win over, and once Marcel had pulled away from their hug she put on her best flirtatious grin and rested her hand lightly on her hip.

"Pleasure to meet you, Marcel."

The vampire was still smiling, looking down to the girl. "A human, since when has Klaus had human friends?" He questioned,

'Or any friends for that matter' Katherine mentally added in her head. She gave a silent sigh,

"It's a long story, quite a complicated one." She said, fluttering her eyelashes subtly.

Marcel wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "I've got the time, Joel – fetch me the oldest bottle of scotch you can find," He ordered, a wide aisle for the pair to pass through forming in the crowd. The brunette rolled her eyes discretely as she walked along with the vampire, unwinding herself to walk backwards and face him.

"You're powerful just like Klaus said, I like it." A smirk played at the girl's lips for two reasons. One, she was trying to win over this very clueless vampire and two; she was smug by how easy he was making this for her.

A small crowd had formed around the pair, who was sat to the side, both downing glass after glass of scotch. Katherine already felt slightly dizzy – she hadn't had to worry about being drunk for a while. Ohps.

"Now, I've heard some lies in my days." Marcel quipped, "But this has got to be the best yet."

If Katherine could have, she would have snapped his little neck for mocking her. "Listen here everybody," He said, turning to the crowd. "She says she's known Klaus for 500 years, even though she's human." There was a jolt of laughter and Marcel laughed with them. Katherine painfully forced the corners of her lips up with them, placing her hand across to touch Marcel's arm.

"Let me finish," She said sweetly, with a seductive tone to her voice, "I was a vampire, a pretty good one actually but with one thing led to another… Let's just say that an enemy of Klaus' doesn't like me all that much."

The Gilbert came back to her mind and she instantly felt vengeful and angry again. Marcel laughed, which meant the crowd joined in.

"You were now." He continued to mock. "Why don't we bring you back to one, eh?" He said, obviously taking the piss out of the pretty girl sat opposite him.

"It won't-"

The girl was cut off by the horrible taste of something warm being forced through her lips. The taste was vile to her now, though she recognised it as vampire blood almost straight away. Marcel tore his wrist away from her lips and Katherine stopped, spluttering and coughing. There was silence all around her, even Marcel didn't seem to be laughing as the girl fell of her chair onto all fours and started choking up the red liquid that had been forced down her throat. It felt horrible, she felt horrible and she continued to cough up every last drop – till she collapsed right in the pile of blood. Classy, very classy. If she had been trying to win over Marcel before, she was going to have trouble now she was covered in Marcel's blood, which she had just coughed up. Things went a little blurry and black from there but she faintly remembered seeing a few faces looking over her body and a set of arms picking her up off the ground. Then it all went completely black and she thought she could possibly be dead.