Previously, on DNA, Klaus and Hayley had a fallout in their relationship when Klaus was to blame for the death of Jackson, so close to Christmas. Hayley was forced to lie to her now 6 year old daughter, Hope and leave New Orleans with her, on their way to California, after Hayley had paid her respects at her former husband's funeral and had lost her title as Queen of the Crescent Wolves. Freya discovered something in her visions of Elijah, while Cami is now prepared to do something for the homeless people in the shelter, as a way to cleanse her soul for the New Year.
PLOT: Freya tries to get through to Klaus once again, demanding him to see reason, only to have him push her away once more. Cami finds comfort in knowing that she would be helping out an old woman, with a sad history of her own. In order to get rid of his bad karma, Elijah takes Freya's advice and tries to clear his mind, by doing what he does best, meeting someone unexpected. Rebekah and Marcel leave to visit Hayley and Hope in California, while Klaus finds comfort in another woman.
Freya figured that Hayley had already reached her destination the next day. She tried calling her but she wouldn't answer. She was also an aunt, worried about her little niece. But a different phone call made Freya excited to answer it, just as she was making her way to Klaus' chambers. "Rebekah, I am so happy that you've come back to me." "Well, then, I suppose you can understand that you just disturbed something very special and exciting between Marcel and I. This better be good." "It is. Something has gone wrong and because of that something, Hayley has taken Hope and they are on their way to California as we speak." Freya could hear Marcel's panicky voice from the other end but Rebekah cut him off. "What? What happened? What the bloody hell is going on?" "Niklaus…he…it is believed that he killed Jackson." "Jackson is dead?!" "Yes. He was found dead at the Lafayette Cemetery by the witches. What makes it worse is that our dear brother is not even trying to defend himself. That just determined Hayley to leave."
"But I can't understand. If Niklaus did kill Jackson…how could he? He and Hayley had something going on." "Yeah, and people think that triggered something in Klaus and determined him to kill Jackson so that he can have Hayley all to himself." "That is what people think, but what exactly do you think?" Freya pursed her lips. She knew what she saw, and in her visions, it was Elijah, and like his own brother, the noble stag refused to defend himself. He simply gave her a warning not to tell anyone, and Freya was not planning to, not yet anyway. "Sister, are you still there?" "Yes. I don't know what to believe, Rebekah. I am just as confused as you are." "Where is Nik?" "He has locked himself in his bedroom." "And he doesn't react to Hayley taking Hope and running away…again?" "No. On the contrary. He thinks that it would be best if he stayed out of Hope's life for a while."
"Well, it's official that my brother has gone completely insane. And what was Hayley thinking? Leaving like that?" "She is not in hiding, Rebekah. I know perfectly well where she is going and where she will be staying with Hope. She wants me to use my magic in order to transport Hope from California to here so that she can still visit her father regularly, but…she doesn't want to see Niklaus or this city ever again. She wants to stay away." She could hear a sigh on the other line and Rebekah finally said, "Fine. What do you want me and Marcel to do?" "Head over to California and see if you can talk things out with Hayley, until we know what is really going on." "She has been married to Jackson for many years. She may have not been in love with him but he was a big part of her life, and Nik, the man she does love, has ruined that for her. I wouldn't want to see that son of a bitch either if I were her."
"I just want for us to resolve this calmly. I know that Hayley will be back, but right now, she needs time to cool off. What upsets me most is that it is almost Christmas time, and we have already made preparations to dine and enjoy it as a family, as we have done every year since Dahlia's defeat. Jackson's death was a tragedy, but it is a tragedy that I want to be solved as soon as possible. I want Hayley and Hope back and I know that deep inside his heart, Niklaus wants that too." "What does he expect if he was the one who killed Jackson?" Freya refrained herself from saying anything about Elijah and just whispered, "Get to California. I will send you the address. Talk to Hayley and then get back to me. I have my own problems to deal with here." With that, Freya ended the conversation once she heard another roar coming out of Klaus' Art Room. Apparently, he had chosen not to sleep at all that night, since his sheets were untouched.
She didn't bother to knock on the door and just entered into his room of inspiration, which was now covered with dark red paint the color of blood. Blood was what Freya knew Klaus always painted when he was in a foul mood. She crossed her hands over her chest and tried not to look fazed by what she was seeing. "Upset?" she asked softly and Klaus growled once again, turning around to look at her. Pointing a finger forward, he whispered, "I don't want anyone in here. Not even you." "Fine. I just wanted to know what your plans are for Christmas. Even with the recent…problems, let's call it that…Hayley has agreed to send Hope here to see you. By her leave, she is not keeping Hope from you, brother. She will be here, and we need to make it look like everything is fine and well, for the sake of the family." "I don't want it to look like anything. Hayley is a coward. She should look our daughter in the eye and tell her what she has always thought…that her father is a cold-blooded murderer and that will never change."
"You know that is not what she thinks. Brother, you led her to believe that you killed her husband! She is temperamental just as you are. She has traveled away to get her head straight because she can't even control her own life right now and she is a mother! And I know that you are not responsible for Jackson's death. I want you to take some time to clear your head. Then, I want you to call Hayley, tell her that you didn't kill Jackson and we will…find out who did." "I am not calling her. I don't want to hear from her again. She has made her choice. She has shown what she has thought of me all along, and no doubt my own daughter will think of me the same way when she grows up." "For God's sake, Klaus! You haven't even defended yourself! She would have believed you if you had just told her the truth! What is wrong with you? Why do you always want to play the victim in situations?" Freya exclaimed.
When he didn't respond, that was her cue to stop, so she took a deep breath and pulled out a list from her pocket. "You are being selfish here, you know. Your daughter is expecting a good old family Christmas as always." "Then Hayley shouldn't have made assumptions." "You have given her reason to. Now…I want you to take this list and fill it with the food you want prepared for our annual Christmas Feast." "There won't be any feast! I don't want any of this, Freya!" he threw the list on the ground and she picked it up. "Fine. I will do it myself!" Freya snapped and took the list in his hands, heading out of the Art Room. On her way out, she ran into Elijah again, who had the guilty look on his face. "If you aren't going to admit to your mistakes, the least you can do is help me with the shopping list for Christmas." "I don't believe there are people in this family who are in the mood for holiday spirit, Freya." "You mean you aren't. And neither is Nik, and whose fault do you think that is?"
Elijah didn't answer and Freya searched through her pocket until she pulled out an ad, and handed it to him. "Feeling like helping out some homeless people?" she asked him and Elijah took it, looking over it. "What is this supposed to be?" "There is a homeless shelter, not far from here that still needs volunteers." "What for?" "Helping, in any way that you can. I was thinking that maybe if you spend some quality time there, it will open your mind and it will determine you to do the right thing." "And what exactly is the right thing in your eyes?" "The right thing? Tell the truth, Elijah." When he didn't answer, Freya pointed at the ad. "Either you head over there or you're coming shopping with me. It's your choice, but I want you to leave Niklaus alone for now." Elijah sighed and looked over the ad once more.
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"Eleanor Tate. Do you know her?" The woman asked Cami the next morning, when the blonde stepped into the homeless shelter. "Um…no." "Okay. She is going to be under your care for a couple of days now. I have already informed her and from my description of you, she seems to like you already." Cami tried to force a smile, and she succeeded, as the woman in charge led her over to room 41. There was someone under the covers of a bed. "Eleanor. Your Christmas guardian is here to see you." The woman whispered and the blankets were pulled at once. The person there was an elderly woman with a small smile on her face, which revealed braces. "We had to fix her teeth in some way." Cami was informed and she nodded. "Is this the Cami?" Eleanor asked and the woman smiled and nodded. "Yes. She is the girl who volunteered to help you through Christmas." "It's very nice to meet you." Cami said softly and then turned to the woman in charge.
"What exactly am I supposed to do here?" "Well, you stay as long as you like, but we recommend a minimum of four hours a day, if that's alright." "Of course. I have nothing better to do, so I guess it's fine. I can stay for as long as she needs me." "Okay. You get to read her the books that we brought in for her, you can feed her, and help her change in new clothes. As for the bathing, we won't ask you to do that. We have specialists brought in." Cami immediately shook her head and asked, "Wait. I understand that she is an elderly homeless woman but I don't think that means that she is incapable of doing things such as bathing, right?" "Well, she is paralyzed from the waist down." Cami covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh my God! How did that happen?" "She was in a car accident and…well, she can tell you more. I will let the two of you get to know each other better."
Before the woman could leave Cami and Eleanor, she turned back around and with a small smile on her face, she said, "I forgot to tell you that we just got a new volunteer today. He seemed very eager to start, and because neither one of you have ever done this before, I have decided to put both of you in charge of Eleanor. Out of all of our patients, she is the one in desperate need of affection." "Oh." Cami seemed somewhat disappointed, because she really wasn't in any mood to start making friends with other volunteers. "Who is the new helper?" she finally asked and the woman checked her sheet. "He said his name is Elijah Mikaelson. I will send him over right away." Cami wanted to protest but the woman was already gone. This was worse than making friends with other volunteers. She had promised herself that she would stay clear of the Mikaelsons from that moment on, but now that she had volunteered, she couldn't just leave. It would be worse than not volunteering at all.
What troubled her even more was that she knew what Elijah had done. Freya had taken the time to call her after Hayley's departure and she told her everything about her visions of Elijah being the true person to blame for what happened. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe in deeply. How could she be able to stand in the room with this guy, knowing that he was responsible for the troubles, and Klaus was the one getting blamed for it, meanwhile? "Right this way!" The woman exclaimed and led Elijah through the door. He arranged his suit and stood there, looking over at the blonde in front of him. "Camille! What a surprise! I didn't expect to see you here." "Why? Am I not the giving type." "You are, but…I did believe that after your incident with my brother, you would no longer wish to grace us with your presence." "I am gracing it whenever I want. I just can't understand what you're doing here…after all that has happened."
Elijah kept his hands in his pockets and whispered, "I am here as a favor to Freya. She insists that I take some time to myself before Christmas to reevaluate my life, let's say." "And will you do that?" Cami asked, as she crossed her hands over her chest defensively. Eleanor was watching them from the bed carefully. "Camille, are you suggesting something…between the lines?" "I know, Elijah. Freya told me, and I don't agree with what you're doing. I came here so that I can start feeling good that I can help people again, and I don't want you to stand in my way, okay?" "That was not my intension." "Do what you need to do, but that is final." "Camille…" "No, Elijah!" "You cannot possibly begin to understand…" "I understand alright. I understand that you…" "ENOUGH!" a loud yell could be heard from the bed and both Elijah and Cami turned to see Eleanor there, with a frown on her face. "You two kids can take it up outside, but I won't have any fighting in my dorm, is that clear?!" Elijah and Cami stared at her for a moment before they both replied, "Yes, ma'am."
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"Are you sure she's here?" Marcel asked as he checked the paper where they had written the address. "It has to be here. And it is a nice place too, much nicer than that old compound in New Orleans. What would we all do without compulsion?" Rebekah asked with a smirk as she rang the bell. After a few moments, Hayley opened the door and gasped, never expecting to see the two of them there. "Rebekah! Marcel! What…?" "Auntie Bekah!" Hope exclaimed as she stepped on the porch and flung her arms around the blonde Original. Rebekah grinned and pulled Hope into her arms. "How are you, honey?" "Mommy said that we had to come here. But I miss Daddy." Hope responded and Rebekah's eyes met Hayley's in disappointment. "Are you okay? I heard what happened. If there is anything we can do…that is why we're here." Marcel put his hand in a warming way on Hayley's shoulder and she smiled at him, sadly. "Thank you. But I don't think that there is anything that you can do."
"Sure there is. We are here on Freya's orders to get your head together and convince you to come back." "I can't go back, Rebekah." Hayley whispered and led Hope inside, finding her something to color in her room, while she, Rebekah and Marcel talked. "You have to listen to me about Nik." "No, Rebekah. You have to listen. I put my faith in a man I thought would…I thought…I don't even know what I thought." "You and Niklaus have always had a special connection and despite both of your romances with different people along the way, I always knew that something would happen in the future. There were too many unresolved feelings between the two of you. Hence, you broke Elijah's heart and he broke Cami's." "And I went along with it, because I felt something for him. I agreed to see him behind Jackson's back. I finally cheated on my husband after six years of marriage, and now I find out that he was killed by the man I was cheating on him, with."
"Freya said that she is going to work the whole thing out, so that you and Hope can come home for Christmas." "I will be sending Hope, Rebekah, but if you're waiting for me to come, you are wasting your time. My life in New Orleans was over from the moment Jackson died and my position as Queen was taken from me, all because I was impregnated by and then fell in love with Klaus Mikaelson." "What did Klaus say when you confronted him about Jackson?" Marcel asked her. Hayley shrugged, "I yelled at him and he showed no reaction and then when I asked him calmly one more time, like I didn't want to believe that he would do something like this to me…he asked me so what if he did it?" "He said that?" Rebekah asked, surprised. "Yeah. And that just confirms it all, doesn't it? It confirms that he was the one who drove my husband to his death. When he said those words…the only thing I could think of was to get out of there as soon as possible and I wouldn't leave Hope."
Marcel groaned and sat up from the couch. "Look, I know Klaus is the mass-murderer of the universe and I know what people think of him…but hey…he wouldn't kill that Jackson guy. He wouldn't." "Why wouldn't he?" "Because I know how he feels about you, and Jackson was your husband. It's just not his style. If you hadn't shown your care towards Jackson, he would have been dead with the way Klaus always hated him…but he practically welcomed the guy into his family after you married him, a guy he hates. Do you really see someone like Klaus Mikaelson do something like that? He cares for you, Hayley. Why would he kill Jackson now, after six years?" "Because I gave him hope." Hayley whispered. "What?" "Because I gave him hope that…we kissed last Christmas and things escaladed from that moment on. I thought… he thought…I can't even say it!" Rebekah wrapped her arms around Hayley, comfortingly. "It's okay. You fell in love with him." Hayley let a few tears fall but wiped them away at once. "The only thing I feel right now is hatred. I never want to see him again." Hayley whispered.
"No, you don't mean that. You need to think about this, Hayley. You need to think about Hope. Think about what it would mean for her if she were to have a nice Christmas with her family. Think about all of us. Please." Rebekah begged her. "There is nothing that swims through my mind at that moment other than the fact that my husband is dead and the man I have feelings for, the father of my child, killed him." Hope stood up from the floor and sat down on Hayley's lap with a drawing in her hands. "Look, Mommy! I drew a Christmas tree, with you and Daddy!" Hayley's heart skipped a beat when she saw Hope's very messy drawing of her, in Klaus' arms, and there was mistletoe on top of them. "Oh, honey, it's just beautiful!" Rebekah complimented her. "I saw Mommy and Daddy like this last Christmas. Happy!" Hope told her and Rebekah turned to see Hayley completely confused and a bit angry. "Hope, sweetie, Mommy has to discuss something very important with Auntie Bekah and Uncle Marcel, okay? Why don't you go back and decorate the Christmas tree?" "I want to build a snowman…but there is no snow!" Hope said and she got upset, racing out of the living room.
"Out of all the places you would go, you chose to come to California for Christmas?" "Rebekah, please don't start. I thought quickly." "And now you are keeping Hope here like she is some kind of prisoner. She wants to be with her family back home. I promise you that if you come back, we can work it out, for the sake of the family and if he is found guilty, I will personally make sure that Niklaus pays." Marcel shook his head. "No. If he killed Jackson for real, I'm going to deal with him myself." Hayley put her hand to her mouth. "You're asking me to go back home and face him." "Yes. Please. He needs you and Hope in his life…no matter what." "And I didn't need Jackson to die! He deserved better…so much better than what I had to offer him." "Look, the bottom line is that Freya explained Niklaus hasn't left his room since you left. Seeing such regret and guilt in him…" "It won't change what he did! And I am sure he has found Cami's shoulder to cry on already, like he always does."
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Freya pushed the door open and glanced at the vampires, who were just sitting around, playing poker. She dropped all of her bags onto the ground and put her hands on her hips. "I really could use some help, you know?! Lend me a hand this instant!" The vampires looked at each other and then one by one, they came forth and picked up the Christmas decorations. Freya smiled, realizing that they had been bored out of their wits, and were pleased to be doing something they were asked for once. "I need to salvage what is left of this Christmas." After giving out her instructions, she raced up the stairs and once again, didn't bother to know on Klaus' bedroom door and just entered. The sight before her made her mouth drop. As usual, when he was upset and in dire need for attention, he had a woman pleasuring him in bed.
"Niklaus!" the girl squealed from under the sheets and he chuckled. "Brother!" Freya exclaimed all of a sudden and the movements stopped, Klaus revealing himself. "Yes, sister? Is there a problem?" "Yes, there is a problem! I have Christmas plans and you don't give a damn! The least you can do is try to fix the mess you got us into as usual!" "I got us into no mess. If you wish to point fingers, why don't you do it at the former Queen of the wolves, who has decided to be a coward once again and leave the city with my child? Or perhaps you should point your finger at Jackson's corpse, if you find it." Seeing the look in his eyes and realizing that there was almost nothing that she could do at that moment, Freya let out a huff and slowly turned around, heading out the door. She received a text from Elijah, telling her that he had accepted her proposal to work at the shelter for the time being.
Klaus got out of bed, in the meantime and grabbed a glass, pouring himself some wine. The girl whined in the bed and whispered, "When are you coming back already? Your sister is so annoying!" Klaus smirked and responded, "There is more where that came from, love!" "My name is not love! It's Lizzie!" the girl told him, drunk. Klaus didn't seem at all fazed by her response and just brought the glass to his lips, taking a sip and doing his best to avoid the thought of the mesmerizing hazel eyes and gorgeous olive-colored skin of the one Hayley Marshall. The simple thought of her away from him, made him pour even more wine down his throat. If he was seen as the criminal…the criminal he shall be. Klaus smiled, a malefic plan coming into view. "Merry Christmas indeed." He whispered to himself.
A/N: Is Klaus going to do something he will regret out of anger? What will happen to Elijah now that he has volunteered to help an elderly woman at the homeless shelter? Will Cami expose him? Will Hayley finally come home and confront Klaus?
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