Summary: Freya is devastated to find Keelin's body. The Mikaelsons battle in the woods and Vincent discovers a way to contain the Hollow. Rebekah, Hope, and Hayley prepare the French Quarter for the inevitable. Meanwhile Rebekah and Keelin embark on the most important task – To brainstorm a name for the baby.

A/N: TGIF! Thanks for the comments and feedback in the previous chapter, they keep me going. There's some Rebekah and Keelin interaction in this chapter as I always feel that Keelin deserves a sister. Hope you'll enjoy reading and have a great weekend. (:

Just a heads up, two more chapters to go. XD

Freya blinked. There was no body in the coffin. The rectangular-ish box was empty, not even a bone in sight. Where did Keelin's body go?

She passed rows and rows of tombstones and struggled to catch the names as there was a thick layer of fog. When she realized that she had entered the area where a cluster of mausoleums grouped, a familiar scent hit her. The scent breeds familiarity, the blood signature belonged to one whom she had tasted before. The sweet aromatic scent lured her into one of the mausoleums.

She looked around and it struck her hard to find Keelin, wide-eyed and motionless, and in an awkward position on the cold hard floor. Blood flowed from the two punctured wounds on the neck and the body was as pale as a sheet.

"Keelin!" Freya knelt in the pool of blood and clung to the lifeless body. Tears streamed and she trembled in fear, and her world fell apart.

Klaus, Elijah, Marcel, Josh and Vincent made their way into the woods to search for the abandoned house that Keelin described.

"I hear multiple footsteps heading towards us," Elijah pointed to a direction.

"A full frontal assault! Very well, we'll finish this with speed," Klaus flashed an evil grin. The thought of a battle of violence and gore enthralled him.

"Wait! Hold on!" Vincent stopped them. "I sense magic, it could be a trap."

The group fell silent and looked at Vincent for more details. With eyes closed, Vincent took in as much information of the surroundings as he could, using nature as his guide. Klaus grew impatient and wanted to speed off but was halted by Elijah's quick reflexes. The group then decided to play safe and battle with wits instead of brawl.

A battle of magic and physical strength took place.

Klaus, Elijah, Marcel, Vincent and Josh versus the Hollow's witches and vampires. They were out-numbered one to three but they didn't falter. Vincent and Josh fought tactfully, bringing the enemies down one by one. Marcel and Elijah were ruthless towards any who crossed their path while Klaus was the most efficient bait ever for it was he who lured and threw the enemies into chaos.

With the help of Vincent, Elijah managed to locate the abandoned house that Keelin described but the Hollow was nowhere in sight.

"You'll tell me where the Hollow is or you'll die," Elijah threatened one of the witches. As expected, there was no reply and he snapped her neck. Furious that he was unable to compel any of them to uncover the truth, he bit into the neck of a witch and drained another dry before continuing the search.

"Niklaus is late," Elijah looked at his watch and frowned. "I should look for him."

"Erm guys," Josh interrupted. "I think you should check this out."

"What do you make out of these?"

They looked into a room filled with bowls that were neatly lined in rows.

"The bowls may be empty but the taste of blood and flesh is still in the air," Josh rubbed his nose.

When Vincent entered the room, he suddenly crashed to his knees and his body arc backwards in an unnatural angle, as though an unforeseen force was holding him in place. He stammered in tongues and eyes flashed an opaque white.

"What's happening to Vincent?" Josh stare wide-eyed and looked to the Mikaelsons, hoping for an answer. When it was apparent that they too did not have the answer, he grabbed Vincent tightly and tried to shake him out of the trance.

"Vincent! Hey Vincent, you're scaring us!"

Elijah, Josh and Marcel stared helpless as the magical realm was beyond them and Vincent continued to freeze in an awkward position before dropping to the ground on all fours.

"The – the Ancestors have spoken…" Vincent gasped for air. "…of a way to contain the Hollow."

"I need Esther's Grimoires, are you able to get your hands on that?" He looked around, expecting an answer.

"With ease," Elijah stepped away and retrieved his handphone from his pocket to dial a phonebook number. "Rebekah…" he said.

In another part of the woods, Klaus managed to bag his kills before fully focusing his attention to a lone helpless woman.

"Oh dear, how should I torture you?" Klaus victoriously declared as he lifted her up into the air by the throat.

"The wretched witch who loves to inflict painful mind spells on others."

"Did you think that I would let you go off that easily?"

The witch returned an evil grin and laughed into his face.

"What's so funny?" Klaus expected a reply but before she could utter a word, Klaus felt an acute pain coming on his upper back.

"Hello Niklaus, it's been a while." The man in his late thirties greeted while twisting the dagger that pierced Niklaus Mikaelson's heart from behind. Klaus groaned in pain and released his grip of the witch.

"Oh dear, you're in trouble. How does it feel being daggered by one of your oldest sire lines after being lured to New Orleans by him?" the witch hissed into Klaus' face.

"Why you…!"

He was about to be neutralized and he struggled in vain to free himself from the man. Just when it seemed like he was on the losing end of the stick, the heart of his attacker hit the ground.

"Need a hand?"

Elijah retrieved his handkerchief to wipe his bloody palm. "I see why you're late Niklaus, you've your hands full in a rather…sticky situation."

Klaus smiled at Elijah's remarks. It was his complacency that got the better of him and he fell victim to such a simple trap. When he was able to pull the dagger out from his back, he was quick to be on his feet and he hunted the witch furiously. The witch didn't manage to escape far and when he caught up to her, he broke her limbs in revenge. The witch sprawled helplessly on the ground but still she laughed at Klaus.

"Beg me. Go on. Beg for mercy. I might grant you a quick death," Klaus furiously demanded.

"Ha Ha. Never!"

Her reply was infuriating. He growled at her reply as the witch's reaction was not what he wanted, he wanted her to beg for leniency.

"We have no time for games Niklaus, let's head back to the compound." Elijah updated when he caught up to Klaus. "The Hollow is making it way there."

"The Hollow…to the compound?" Klaus tried to absorb the information and his gaze locked a wide-eyed stare with Elijah.

"Yes, and Rebekah is preparing the measures to counter the spirit."

"You're too late, you'll never save them!" the witch laughed in response.

That was the final straw. Klaus's eyes shone an amber yellow and he brought his fangs down into her neck with wrath.

Rebekah retrieved Esther's grimoires and placed it on the long desk, joining the other dark objects that were messily dumped onto the desk. Earlier she received a call from Elijah and they exchanged information; both sides fully enlightened with the Hollow's intent. After that it was a scramble; much gathering of the required magical objects, spell preparation, casting and reinforcements. Hope cast layers and layers of powerful barrier spells in the room, in the compound, and all over different sections, all with one purpose – to buy time.

It proved difficult to run or to go anywhere in Keelin's current state. The jolts of pain come and go without warning, the intervals were short but they were frequent. Keelin would clench in pain whenever they hit her and she would be immobile, it was that bad. There was a limit to how far and fast she could run in her current condition and while in the midst of escaping, there was a risk of her going into delivery at an even precarious location.

Even for an Original like Rebekah who had difficulty escaping the clutches of the Hollow followers' traps, capturing Keelin would be child's play. They might be able to escape should they take flight, Rebekah especially as she had the highest chances of escape. However, the very fact that they stayed proved a point – that she's family. Keelin finally experienced the notion of "family" that Freya held so dear.

Rebekah and Hayley were the greatest source of support for the past few hours and they tried everything they could to make her feel better, chatting about everything else except the Hollow. Why dread the inevitable, right?

"It's going to be soon, right? It looks like you're into the third trimester already?" Rebekah appeared smiling at Keelin, pillows in hand, "Here, take this. Make yourself comfortable," she said. Rebekah passed the pillows over and sat next to Keelin in the sofa.

"Yes. The little rascal is alerting me to his or her presence with very strong kicks every now and then," Keelin gently stroked her belly, hoping that by doing so it will keep the baby calm.

"I supposed 'Rascal' is not the name of my future niece or nephew?" Rebekah asked. "Where's the list?"

"What list?"

"List of baby names of course. You don't truly expect to name your child 'Rascal'?"

Keelin shook her head. "I … I just didn't have time to think of names."

"Everything happened so quickly," she elaborated, "brainstorming for a name has yet to cross my mind." She paused before continuing. "Besides, making it out alive at the end of the day is a totally different challenge."

There was silence for a moment, and then a soft whisper, "Don't worry Keelin, you'll be fine. Freya too. And Rascal too."

Keelin turned to face Rebekah, "Will I?" The words came out shakier than what it meant to be. Tears began to swell in her eyes, she struggled to control the emotions, "I hope so."

"We're all be here for you and Rascal. Right, Rascal?" Rebekah gently rubbed Keelin's tummy.

Keelin grabbed her belly when she felt a slight kick, "seems like Rascal agrees with Aunt Bex. All right, there's no time to lose love, we have to step up our progress." Rebekah smiled.

Without wasting time, Rebekah pulled a smart phone out from her pocket. After swiping and tapping countless number of times on the phone screen, she scrolled frantically and browsed the content with lit eyes.

"Just what are you doing?" Keelin asked with curiosity.

"The list! The list of baby names! As Aunt, I refuse to allow my future niece or nephew to be called 'Rascal'," Rebekah fussed. Keelin's lips curled into a smile as she watched Rebekah enthusiastically search for names.

They were in the midst of their name search when Young Hope ran over to Hayley in panic. "Mummy, mummy, the Hollow is coming. I can sense strong magic approaching."