AN: So thank you so much for the response to this story, for reviewing and favouriting and following, I wasn't expecting it at all you've all been way too nice haha :) I'm glad to know that you're intrigued which proves that I'm a more exciting writer than person; seriously I'm boring in real life ;) Anyhow here is the next chapter yey fast update! (p.s that will probably not happen all the time unfortunately as real life gets in the way but I will try to get them up as soon as I can) I just wanted to get this one out there because this is more of a long filler chapter before the fun begins aka Klaroline but important stuff also happens so I hope you enjoy it anyways, happy reading :D

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Chapter 2

Well that witch was an unbelievably amount of no help what so ever Klaus thought bitterly, although she may have lead him on a path of discovery. Seems as though a friend long lost in the past, but not forgotten has made quite the name for himself in this city.

Marcel, someone Klaus had thought was long dead when he left New Orleans. How did Marcel survive the ordeal that happened here 100 years past? Although the better question was how did he gain enough power to see control of the city and all the creatures that lurk beneath the dark within it?

Well that was something Klaus intended to find out as he entered the gates of the extravagant estate he once called home for him and his family; well what was left of them now anyways, but that was a story for another time, more pressing issues held his attention as late.

Klaus spotted two large men with stoic faces who seemed to be guarding the door, vampires he sensed and day walkers by looks of it; it seems as though Marcel has not only took what once belonged to him but has also been sharing his secrets.

"Gentlemen" Klaus nodded and stepped up to the door, the men stepped forward stopping Klaus, as if they really could but Klaus humoured them none the less and looked up. The first man, built with a dark tan to his skin and jet black hair looked up at Klaus ready for a fight.

"Just where exactly do you think you're going?"

"Well I was just hoping to take a stroll of my old home, you don't mind do you?" Klaus smirked

"Your home?" the second vampire smiled at the first and laughed. "Listen here friend" he mocked. "I don't know who you are but this place is Marcel's I can tell by your scent you're not human, so I take it you know who he is, and if you don't well let's just say he wouldn't be too happy to know you're lurking around his property."

Klaus looked down and laughed mockingly, well he did try to be civilised but now he was growing impatient, he looked back up his smile turning into a dangerous one and grabbed the second vampire by the throat slamming him into the wall next to the door.

The vampire tried to break free of his hold with no luck; the other snarled his fangs and made to approach Klaus. Klaus however held up his free hand and flashed his fangs which doubled that of regular vampires and showed his eyes that shined a terrifying gold. The first vampire saw this and retreated, standing there with a look of caution and confusion.

Klaus looked back at the second vampire he held in his tight grip and smiled bitterly.

"Listen mate" he mocked. "Now that you have the good sense to be afraid I suggest you take me to Marcel before I start tearing your insides out piece by piece." His grip loosened slightly so he could speak.

"Fine" he grunted and looked at the first vampire who was still standing there and nodded at him to go and alert Marcel of his presence.

"Oh and tell him it's Klaus, I'm sure he will be more than thrilled to here of my return, and the return of an old friend." Klaus smirked at the first vampire who was making his way inside, lost his grip on the second, and straightened the collar of his jacket for him mockingly.

"What are you?" the vampire exclaimed in fear clutching is throat.

"Oh I'm a different type of monster, one you should show respect to if you value your life. Now shall we." Klaus gestured his arm out towards the door.

The vampire looked back at Klaus with caution, sighed and then led him into the foyer of the manor.

"Wait here." The sad excuse for a vampire said, running off to find his other friend Klaus gathered.

He sighed, what a waste of a gift, to give it to those that tremble in fear of threat, nothing more than a diluted species, did they really deserve to have the gift of immortality upon them? Klaus thought not, it had been a long time since he had met a person of promise, funny enough Marcel was one of these he deemed worthy although that opinion may have changed now Klaus thought with fury.

He looked around the foyer of the manor, although modern refurbishments had been made, it was still the place he and his family had remained while in the city. It was where they had found happiness after centuries on the run from the person they once called father, being hunted down like cattle for the call, chased off wherever they stood. But like most things that happiness was short lived, for his father chased them off yet again killing hundreds in his wake. One of those people he had thought to be Marcel.

"Well, well, well…what do we have here?" a voice exclaimed from above. Klaus turned around and looked up at the spiral staircase and found a familiar face.

Marcel was a handsome, dark skinned, well-built vampire, wearing a simple black v neck t-shirt, with read jeans, a couple of necklaces and beaded bracelets adorning his neck and wrists. He was also wearing a smirk on his face well learnt and mastered from his former mentor. He leant over the balustrade as the confidence oozed out of him.

"Niklaus Mikaelson."

"In the flesh." Klaus smirked, opening his arms and gesturing. Marcel however made his way down the staircase with a guarded look on his face.

"Last I saw of you, was your backside hauling ass out of here since that nasty business with Papa Mikaelson."

"No need to be so crass now." Klaus frowned in jest.

Marcel laughed

"Well you know I could be wrong, I was busy gasping for air on the flames, trying to see through the smoke and the stench of dead vampires." Marcel quipped.

"Well how fortunate you weren't among them, I'd thought you better off for dead. My father however is now of the recently deceased, the flames of this city can't compare to the flames he went up in when I obliterated him."

Klaus noticed what seemed to be Marcel's followers gathering upon the balcony above them watching the show and ready to defend their master.

Marcel nodded, coming to the bottom of the staircase and face to face with the hybrid himself. "Well If I'd of had the head ups that you were gonna stroll back into town I'd have…"

"You'd of what Marcel?" Klaus closed upon his personal space raising an eyebrow.

Everyone at the top of the staircase held their breath in anticipation of what would happen looking at the two scowling men.

"I'd of had this place cleaned up for one, and have a damn parade in here in honour of your return friend." Marcel's frown turned into a smirk.

Both parties laughed and embraced, as if lost friends reunited. They were reunited but whether they were still good old friends or current enemies had yet to be determined.

Marcel broke the embrace and wrapped his arm around Klaus's shoulder turning them to the crowd gathered on the balcony.

"Everyone I'd like to introduce you Klaus Mikaelson, my mentor, my saviour and my sire; now let's break out the booze and the blood and show him a real welcome home." Marcel exclaimed. Everyone cheered at the prospect of a celebration and went about their ways.

"Now let's get you a drink comrade." Marcel grinned at Klaus then led him up the staircase.

Klaus grinned back at Marcel, now this was going to be an interesting night he thought. Prepared to uncover the secrets to Marcel reign in his absence, and possibly the answer to his witch problem if Marcel knew where Jane Anne was, and judging by the factions he controls Klaus guessed that Marcel knew everything that went on in this city in turn Klaus would kill two birds with one stone. Yes he thought it will be a good night.

As the night went on Rousseau's became more and more busy. Sophie shakily held the handle of a ladle in one hand, while looking up at the clock every couple of seconds to see the time. She was supposed to be here at six Sophie thought nervously, what if she got caught or worse what if she is dead already.

Sophie was broken out of her thoughts by the sound of the door chime signalling a new customer; however lucky for Sophie instead of a stranger coming to drown their bad day in colossal amounts of alcohol it was her sister.

Finally Sophie thought, as Jane Anne spotted her in the kitchen and rushed towards her with a smile on her face. Sophie took her apron off and met her halfway.

"You're late, I was worried" Sophie exasperated.

"I know I'm sorry, it took a bit longer than expected". Jane Anne said then grabbed Sophie by the hands and continued "but Sophie it's done" she exclaimed with joy.

"What?" Sophie stepped back in shock. "I thought you were just picking up the supplies we needed, you said you were going to come and get me first."

"I know, I know I said that….but I was worried that if I did you would have tried to stop me." Jane Anne raised an eyebrow at Sophie.

"What would make you think that?" Sophie murmured.

"Oh I don't know, other than the fact you've always held your doubts, and Mariel saw you and Caroline talking earlier in what seemed to be a heated discussion, I knew she would talk you out of it." Jane Anne said knowingly and scoffed.

Of course Mariel, also known as one of the elder witches who treat the faith like it's the Holy Grail oh and she also has a stick up her ass the size of water melon.

"She didn't talk me out of it she was just warning me, like she tried to warn all of you because she knows what consequences this can bring, all the bad it can bring."

"Stop defending her, she doesn't even believe in her own power anymore, why should we?"

"Do you really blame her after all she has been through? After the burden that was put on her when this all started, she is 19 years old and has no one to turn to." Sophie exclaimed coming to Caroline defence again.

"She could have had us, but no, she decided to turn her back on the faith and the witches!"

"…but…"

"NO Sophie, and what about all that we have lost? All that has been taken from us because of Marcel, are you really going to turn your back on me, on our family?"

Sophie sighed, she knew she'd lost the argument and Jane Anne was right, this needed to end to restore the balance and the witches needed vengeance for everything that had been done to them. So she shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.

Jane Anne smiled and hugged her. "Don't worry the spell is done, everything is set up and tonight is the start of a revelation. I've had word that he's here, don't you see? Everything is falling into place." She grinned and pushed one of Sophie's bangs behind her ear.

"Meet me at the cemetery in an hour and be careful."

Sophie broke the embrace and grabbed Jane Anne by the shoulders. "Me be careful? You need leave now and get to Lafayette on safe and protected ground where Marcel and his other lackeys can't get to you; they're probably out looking for you right now!"

Sophie looked at the clock, she still had 45 minutes of her shift left but she needed to make sure her sister was okay.

"Look I'm going to come with you; I'm not leaving you alone tonight. Wait here while I get someone to cover for me." Sophie commanded.

Jane Anne nodded and Sophie sighed in comfort knowing she wouldn't be alone, however it didn't calm the worry about what would happen tonight and Caroline's words of caution from earlier that day replaying in the back of her mind.

Marcel led Klaus to a backroom, one Klaus remembered as his big brother Elijah's old office, now revamped with plush black leather sofas, glass tables, a mini bar in the back and other various miscellaneous gathered throughout the room.

Klaus sat down on one of the sofas; his leg crossed over his other and his arm on the back of the chair. While Marcel gathered Klaus's drink of choice, scotch well aged from the bar and two tumblers.

Klaus watched Marcel sit down the sofa opposite him, set down the glasses on the table and poured the fine vintage. He handed one glass to Klaus and raised his own.

"Too old friends"

Klaus nodded his head and also raised his glass. "Too old friends once lost and now found"

They both clashed their glasses together and took a drink. Klaus leant forward, put down his glass and looked towards Marcel.

"Many things have changed since I was last here" Klaus looked around and gestured.

"What the décor? C'mon now get with the times old man." Marcel smirked

"There's nothing wrong with having class, however other than your post modernism changes through my house." Klaus emphasised on my and could see Marcel noticed.

"I've also noticed some other changes throughout the city. For one that god awful tourist trap on Bourbon…."

"Hey something has got to attract the out of towners; we can't feed on the locals so we bring in the tourists, like lambs to the slaughter" Marcel explained.

"…and you their shepherd" Klaus waved his hand towards Marcel and continued "tell me how exactly did you take complete control of the quarter? You have your own followers and power over the witches. Now in my time they were a force to be reckoned with yet now they quake in fear of your name and follow like dogs on a leash." Klaus raised an eyebrow

"What can I say I run a tight circle" Marcel laughed then went on to explain.

"When you left I helped rebuild the city and gathered my own pack of followers; my most trusted and closest to me are rewarded for their loyalty with daylight rings and the others, well they stifle to prove their worth in order to walk in the sun and be part of the crowd. All in all though, we're a family here."

Marcel gestured to Klaus in good faith to the memories of family and loyalty, Klaus nodded in return.

"…and as for the witches, I've got them wrapped around my finger; how you ask, well let's just say I saw a window of opportunity and took it, something I learned from you if I remember correctly."

Klaus laughed in agreement, but the time for gushing over days once past was over, Klaus came here for a reason and he intended to see it through.

"Well as you are the know all see all in this town I would ask a small favour of you."

"Well ask and see it done my sire." Marcel sat up and listened with a close ear.

"I'm looking for a witch goes by the name of Jane Anne Devereaux, I would have words with her."

"You're here for Jane Anne?" Marcel smirked and looked at one of his followers by the doorway; Klaus remembered the name Thierry being tossed around by Marcel. Thierry nodded in return to Marcel who looked back at Klaus.

"I think you better come with me, looks like we have a mutual interest." Marcel grinned.

Sophie and Jane Anne got out of their cars a couple of blocks from Lafayette Cemetery; the mist and howling in the night sky truly gave the cemetery nicknamed among the Cities of the Dead meaning.

"Okay so you're sure it worked?" Sophie asked as they both began walking to the cemetery gate.

"Yes I did the spell myself; there is nothing that could have gone wrong I checked." Jane Anne exclaimed determinedly.

"Well that's a confession if I ever heard one." A voice said behind them. They both turned around and found Marcel walking towards them a grin plastered on his face for catching the witches.

"You just made my job a hell of a lot easier."

Marcel whistled and half a dozen of his nightwalkers came out of the shadows to surround the two witches. They both looked around and knew they were caught.

Jane Anne stepped in front of Sophie to protect her. "Fine you caught me, me doing magic but Sophie had nothing to do with it; so if you're gonna kill someone, kill me." She said without a tremble of fear in her voice.

"NO! Jane Anne you can't…." Sophie stepped forward

"Sophie It's fine." Jane Anne looked back at her and smiled.

"Everything will be okay." Jane Anne looked at Sophie communicating without words, needing her to take responsibility in her death and carry out the plan. Sophie looked down in defeat then nodded back in determination, she would do this for her sister, for everything that they have lost, and she would not be weak.

"Well as touching as this is, we should really get on with the show, as you can see I have a guest." Marcel smirked and gestured behind him.

Klaus stepped out from the shadows curious as to how this was going to go down and both witches gasped at seeing him. He who needed to be here, who was their answer to starting the biggest revelation that the supernatural community would see. In a sense their salvation has arrived.

Marcel though oblivious to the witches obvious surprise in seeing Klaus turned back towards them and gestured two of his lackeys to grab Jane Anne while the other two held down Sophie.

"NO Sophie, get off her." Jane Anne tried to kick herself free of the two vampires who laughed at her attempt and tightened their grip on her arms in response.

"Don't Worry Jane they won't hurt her, you know I am nothing but a fair ruler." Marcel smirked proudly

"No you're a Monster" Jane Anne spat at him

Marcel frowned coming closer. "You should watch what you say, little witch."

"and you should tread lightly Marcel If you think everyone is just going to sit down and take your shit. I would watch your back if I were you because one day I promise you that someone is going to beat you with your own crown and the only thing I will regret is not being around to see it, you worthless piece of shi….."

Jane Anne didn't het to finish her sentence as Marcel ripped into her chest and tore her heart out in fury. Jane Anne let out a final gasp and was dropped to the floor unceremoniously her heart beside her.

Marcel wiped his hand on his jacket and looked towards her still body. "Witches" he snarled and spat on the ground next to her. He then made his way over to Sophie still held by two vampires, trembling with tears running down her face at the sight of her sister's dead cold body.

"Take this as a warning, if there are any attacks on me and my own I will know about it, you would be wise not to follow in big sis's shoes understand me?" Marcel grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look at him.

Sophie looked Marcel in the eye. "Go rot in hell" she spat.

Marcel laughed and then his face changed into something more dangerous, he grabbed Sophie's chin harder and flashed his fangs.

"I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!"

Sophie jumped back afraid and muttered a simple defeated yes.

"Good" Marcel nodded, dropped Sophie's chin and waved at his guys who dropped Sophie onto the ground and walked around her.

Klaus who had been watching the spectacle and had flinched himself a slight when Marcel tore the Devereaux sister's heart from her chest was furious, how dare Marcel ignore that he wanted to speak to the witch, he has stepped out of line. He stopped Marcel with his hand.

"What was that?" he demanded.

"What you didn't enjoy the show? We both know I've seen you do far worse." Marcel smirked back.

"That may be so but I'm talking about the fact that you know I had business with the witch yet you completely disregard me." Klaus exclaimed in anger

"Oh that, sorry man I got a little carried away" Marcel laid his hand on Klaus's shoulder "but trust me whatever it was you're better off not knowing, witch business is never good, you taught me that too." He winked

Klaus wasn't having it though and glared at Marcel who sighed in recognition.

"Look Jane and her sister were close, if anyone knows what she wanted to tell you It's her, she's all yours." He said gesturing to the broken down girl in the corner, tilted his head to the side and continued "Well whatever you can get out of her, something tells me she won't be in the mood to chat." He smiled back at Klaus and proceeded to walk by him back to the compound.

Klaus who smiled bitterly back and rolled his eyes, set upon the second Devereaux sister who was crouching over her sister's body muttering what Klaus could only make out to be a prayer. Klaus crouched down next to her, Sophie seeing the shadow looked up tears still fresh in her eyes.

"Sorry for your loss sweetheart"

"Like you care" Sophie spat back at him

Klaus Frowned the time for games was over. "Your right I don't care, about your sister or your feelings, but I do care however about what information she held that led me back to this city. Speak timely love I would hate for it to be a wasted trip; you see I tend get a little moody when tested" he smirked.

"Well I'm sorry that my sister's brutal murder is such an inconvenience for you, but I really don't feel like sharing my woes with the monster that made Marcel in his image."

"Ahhh so you have heard of me then, which leads me to believe that you know exactly what your sister had in mind when she dared to claim threat to me. Tick tock Sophie, I haven't got all day and you've seen what Marcel's temper is like imagine that of his sire."

Sophie sighed in despair and nodded her head. "Fine you're right I do know what my sister was planning and trust me you won't like it."

Klaus frowned "Well don't stand on ceremony love I grow bored."

Sophie looked around then shook her head "No not here, I can't risk any of Marcel's lackeys coming back. Meet me here in an hour; I need to prepare my sister's body for rest."

"and what makes you think I'll head to your demands?" Klaus smirked.

"Oh I don't know decency maybe" Sophie quipped.

Klaus laughed mockingly "I think you can do better than that love."

Sophie looked down and seemed to wrestle with a decision in her head, then looked back up with a new confidence on her face. "Fine I have but one word for you then."

"and just what word would that be love?" Klaus said standing up, the smirk never leaving his face.

Sophie stood up also wiped the dust of her jeans and replied "Esther"

Many emotions crossed Klaus's face in the moment he heard the name, fear, worry, hurt and suspicion but the most present anger. He rushed forward and grabbed Sophie by the throat squeezing hard.

"What do you know about Esther?...Answer me!"

"Kill…..me…..and you'll….. never….. find out" Sophie gasped out, chocking when he gripped her harder.

"..and what makes you think I won't kill you anyway? The name dying with you." He loosened his grip a touch so she could reply.

"because I think you know that I'm not the only person who knows this, do you really think we're that stupid? We've learned to always have a backup plan around Marcel."

Klaus growled and let his grip go on the girl, straightened his jacket and composed himself before looking back at Sophie.

"Fine" he spat "One hour and we will put this nonsense to rest." Besides what did it matter if he slaughtered her now or her and some other witches in an hour anyways?

Sophie nodded her head in agreement clutching her throat, then knelt back down to see to her sisters body done with the conversation, as was Klaus who walked away even more confused than when he came here. He will get to the bottom of this and although hearing the sound of his mother's name shook some past fear in him, that blasted woman even in her death she couldn't let him be in peace; he did want to know what the witch was planning this time and put an end to it as quickly as possible no matter what the cost.

Caroline sighed looking at the clock seeing how late it had gotten, she'd worked herself into the night with this essay but it was now crafted into what can only be deemed as Caroline Forbes perfection. Let's hope her professor thought so too she hoped hitting the send button on her email; then getting off the bed and stretching her aching muscles.

She looked around her homey one bedroom apartment and moved over to the kitchen to make herself something to eat, she'd now found her appetite back since that unsettling confrontation with Sophie earlier.

Don't get her wrong, she loves Sophie, they have always been there for each other even when their families weren't. Its just Sophie didn't understand, Caroline knows what she saw, what happened 2 weeks ago still sticks with her. She is cursed to know these things and she wished she wasn't, she just wanted someone to talk to about it when she had went to Sophie, but that was a big mistake and now she's caused chaos in the making all because she couldn't handle what she was. She tried to see it stopped but it was too late, the witches were going to do now what they wanted too and nothing she could say would stop it, especially since she turned her back on them.

Her head was pounding going over this again, so she decided to heat up last night's leftover Chinese, curl into bed and hope that she would be free of the craziness around her in her dreams at least. That plan was short lived however, for when she went to make her way back into the bedroom to get changed there was a loud persistent banging on her door ughh seriously?

"Alright I'm coming" Caroline yelled as she ran over to open the door, It better not be Mrs Harold's again Caroline rolled her eyes. Her cooky neighbour who liked to seek Caroline's help whenever her cat minxy got stuck on the fire escape. Caroline swears that cat is just suicidal, then again so would she be if she had to eat the woman's left over chowder fish casserole all the time. She brought some over for Caroline when she first moved in, the gesture was nice but Caroline was throwing up for days after she ate it, and the smell wouldn't leave her apartment for weeks.

On the other side of the door however didn't hold cooky Harold's but to Caroline's surprise a distressed and dishevelled Sophie who was soaked in her own tears.

"Oh my god, Sophie? What happened? Come in!" Caroline rushed out and grabbed Sophie by the arm pulling her in and taking her to sit down on the couch.

Sophie sat down and wiped at her tears with her jacket sleeve, composed herself, took a breath and looked towards a worried Caroline sitting next to her and rubbing her lightly on the back.

"Jane Anne is dead" she said tears becoming fresh in her eyes again.

"What?" Caroline said in shock and dropped her hand to confused to utter anything else.

"Yeah, Marcel killed her and he will kill more if he finds out what she's done"

"Sophie I don't know what to say, I'm so sorry, I know it doesn't mean anything..."

"It means everything Caroline." Sophie grabbed Carolines hand and tried to attempt a smile "but it doesn't matter at the moment because right now I need your help."

Caroline looked up a look of fear appearing on her face, "Wait a second, hold on when you said what's she done, please don't tell me that she….."

"She did" Sophie replied not letting Caroline finish already knowing what she was going to ask.

"…and he's here, I've spoken to him and now I really need your help Caroline"

Caroline stood up, clutched her head in her hands not quite believing what she was hearing, Jane Anne was dead, and all because she had to go and open her mouth. This never would have happened had she just kept what she knew to herself, but wait Sophie said that….

Caroline turned around fast "He's here you mean….?"

"Yes the Hybrid, the Original, he's here and it's true. Don't tell me you haven't felt it, what was coming?" Sophie said her face etched in determination, confusion and mourning all at once.

"I just…I don't know…I" Caroline rubbed her temple.

"You what Caroline?" Sophie demanded.

Caroline paused and looked up at Sophie worry upon her face "All day I've felt like I've been standing on the edge of a cliff and that everyone I know will be sucked into the abyss while I just stand there and do nothing, clinging on by shreds." Tears appeared in her eyes to match Sophie's.

"…and it feels like…"

"It feels like what Care?"

Caroline looked up, shook her head and explained "It feels like death, in its purest form."

Sophie nodded, stood up, took Caroline by the arms and looked her in the eyes. "Then let's change it, help me make this right and help me honour my sister, please Caroline I'm begging you."

Caroline looked back at Sophie who was lost in desperation, she reached up and cleaned a stray tear from her cheek then stood back and nodded in determination.

"Okay, what do you need me to do?"

Music:

Gin Wigmore - Kill Of The Night

OneRepublic- Counting Stars

Sam Sparro- Black and Gold

Zola Jesus- Night

Lorde- Bravado

AN: DUN DUN DUN… Sorry I just always wanted to do that, so what did you think? Are you peeved that klaroline hasn't met yet? Or has it made you anxious for the next chapter? and what do you think Caroline is? Let me know your thoughts, opinions…etc. Also if you ever have any questions or just want to talk to me my Tumblr link is on my profile page Thanks for reading! :D xxx