"Marcel," Niklaus cheered as his old friend made his way across the room. In the months since returning to New Orleans, Klaus had done everything possible to reclaim his territory and protect Hayley. "Where's our lovely charge, Davina?"

"Mingling with your other witches," Marcel smiled. While he wasn't happy with the way his little coup had failed, but his recent alliance with Klaus was worth saving the lives of his friends and keeping Davina safe from the Harvest ritual. "She's been learning a lot about how to control her powers thanks to their tutelage."

Smiling, Klaus raised his flute to his lips. "Isn't it better to have the witches serving you than plotting against you?"

"It certainly is. Tell me, where's the mother of your child tonight?"

"She's here," Klaus smiled wickedly and stared into the crowd. "Enjoying my little party amongst friends."

Elena didn't know what to think and when she stopped trying to figure it out it happened; she felt it. For the first time since her death Elena was at peace and that was why she found herself walking up to a very quiet, seemingly flustered Katherine.

"What do you want," Katherine attempted to put some confidence in her words.

Elena held out a hand to Katherine, who looked at it with trepidation. "Peace. I think after everything we've done to each other and why we did it, that our little feud should be over."

"You gave me to Klaus!"

"You killed my best friend, my brother, you tried to kill me, sacrificed me to Klaus as a bargaining chip for your own freedom and stabbed my Aunt Jenna then lured her out to be used in the sacrifice. I'd say in the grand scheme of things you probably had it coming but think about it this way; you're finally going to be with Elijah."

"Elijah? Because being watched over by Klaus's foot soldier for the rest of my life is such a prize," Katherine yelled.

"Don't act like you aren't in love with him," Elena rebutted. "I know about your past; 500 years ago and last year. How he tried to save you, how you confided in him about your feelings on true love. Elijah is everything you've ever wanted; it's why you fell for Stefan. As big and bad as you've had to be for the last five hundred years, you're drawn to them because they're noble; protectors."

"Oh, what do you know," Katherine turned but found Elena gripping her arm tight.

"I know that this is your chance to be happy. That whatever deal you've worked out with Klaus is probably the best thing you've ever done. Be happy, Katherine. You're about to get everything you've ever wanted."

"My entire family was murdered; my daughter ripped from my arms…"

"Yet here I am. Proof that she lived. Your descendent; one of your many daughters. And now you have a chance to be happy. You've done it," Elena reminded her. "You escaped the sacrifice, you've managed to escape Klaus's promise of death and you are going to be with the man you love. "

"But he doesn't love me," Katherine whispered. "He won't forgive me for this. For any of it."

"Haven't you seen the way he's been looking at you all night? Katherine, this is all Elijah has ever wanted. He wants you," Elena glanced at the noble original and smiled, walking away.

A hand reached out to offer her a champagne flute and Rebekah turned to find herself looking upon Marcel.

"Rebekah, I didn't realize you were back in the Quarter."

"Yes, well why would you? I mean, as far as you knew I was probably daggered and left to rot in a box somewhere."

"I did that for us, Rebekah. 52 years is nothing to us," he told her, "when you woke I was immortal like you. We could have had eternity with each other but you ran when Mikael found you. You chose Klaus and you left me here. What did you want from me?"

"I wanted to be enough. I wanted to be all you wanted—"

"You were!"

"No, I wasn't. Because you chose to live without me for 52 years so you could get what you wanted. You chose to be apart from me instead of living out the rest of your life with me by your side. Don't you get it, Marcel? When you love someone you spend every moment you can with them and you don't give that time away voluntarily.

"And you're right," Rebekah told him. "I did leave you. But you left me first." Rebekah turned on her heel and left.