A/N:Hi! Thanks to those who reviewed and those who read. I am so sorry about the update slowness, but its been a busy couple of weeks. Just to let you know this entire chapter will be from Lia's POV partially because I'm lazy and she is the easiest for me to right, and partially because it's necessary. Enjoy! :)

You would think that being an all mighty hybrid with the scariest family ever, nothing would scare me, right? Wrong,turns out flying is the most terrifying thing ever. Just the thought of flying made me nauseous. Even with Kol constantly reassuring me we were that fine and I was being ridiculous, I remained firmly seated and buckled the entire flight. The only reason I agreed to fly in the first place was that we were short on time, and flying only took about three hours whereas driving or even running took at least twice that.

I took a deep breath as the door to the private jet opened to reveal a stairwell being placed near the entrance. I quickly made my way down the stairs and resisted the urge to kiss the ground. How I love solid land.

"Come on." Kol said chuckling. I'm glad someone could find amusement in my predicament.

"Just get me to the french quarter." I said glaring at him. He just smirked at me. As soon as I got to the French Quarter I was so ditching Kol. I could Sophie Devereaux exact location later, but another half an hour of his mockery, and I would strangle somebody. Kol raised his hands in mock defeat. Then grabbing my hand so not to lose track of me, we sped off together.

Five minutes later we were walking down Dumaine street in search of a witch shop. Fortunately for me, we found a bar first. Kol immediately turned to the doors. I followed him, only because there was likely some locals here who knew where to find Sophie. The bar was dark, letting hardly any light in. People were all coupled up sucking on each others...throats. When Kol and I made our way across the floor they looked up at us and whispered. I caught the words 'original' and 'Klaus' kid'. A realization hit me. We were in a vampire bar.

"Hayley?" A voice asked, a hand tapping me on the shoulder. "Did you get her? Did you get Amelia?" I turned to see Tyler Lockwood looking at me carefully. His eyes widened in shock at my face. He must of thought I was Hayley from behind. The question was, what was he talking about? I automatically grabbed him by the throat and pushed him to the nearest wall. He fought against me, but I was stronger. Not by much but it was enough. I almost called out for Kol but I wanted to handle this on my own. Plus he had already found his way to the liquor and was no doubt half way to nirvana.

"What are you talking about?" I demanded of Tyler. His being here was connected to my attempted kidnapping and I'd bet my life that he was the one who had poisoned that drink. Tyler just laughed at me. He had stopped fighting and was now smirking. His face said, 'You can pretend you've won but I'm in control'

"I wont tell you anything." he said maintaining that insufferable grin. I wanted to hit him, but if I had even the slightest lapse of control, he would get away and I wouldn't get any answers.

"Yes you will." a deeper voice commanded of him. I let my guard down temporarily to turn and study the stranger. Tyler escaped my grip and immediately ran.

"Shit!" I said and started to go after him, but a hand on my shoulder stopped me. I turned to see the same man who had spoke to Tyler. I couldn't help the gasp that escaped me. I was staring Marcel Mikaelson in the face, a face I had only seen in pictures and paintings.

"Who might you be?" he questioned. I was almost frightened, but he looked friendly enough. Then again, so did the rest of my murderous family.

"Amelia Marie Mikaelson." I said holding out my hand. No point lying to him, he would figure it out eventually. "But family just calls me Lia." His face lit up at this revelation, like I considered him family. He shook my hand.

"Your Klaus and Hayley's kid?" he asked. I nodded tentatively, becoming slightly scared. Marcel could easily kill me as a form of revenge. "I'm not going to kill you." he said seeming to read my mind.

"Why not?" I asked. "I mean I'm not complaining or anything, but my father took your kingdom. My Aunt killed quite a few of your men. Elijah literally took Dvina away from you. Plus my mother turned Josh and Dvina against you long before then. You have every reason in the world to hate me."

He nodded. "You're right I do. But unlike your father, I'm not going to judge you based on your family's actions. I will give you he chance to prove that you are a decent person."

"So you're okay with me storming your bar and threatening Tyler." I said raising both of my brows.

"There is no love lost between me and the hybrid. As long your business with him doesn't screw with any plans I might have, I couldn't care less."

"So why did you tell him to help me?" I asked. He shrugged.

"A fellow vampire in distress, and a lady? How could I turn that down? I was born in an era where women were given utmost respect." I laughed.

"Sure." I scoffed. "If I recall, you came from an era where women were put down for there femininity. Women's rights were non-existent."

"That does not mean we did not respect them." He said pointedly. I rolled my eyes at his response but didn't push the argument.

"If you really want to help me, you can tell me where Sophie Devereaux is." I said.

"And what do I get for my services?" he asked raising a single eyebrow. I swear everyone but me can do that.

"My friendship." I said honestly. "And a favor, should you need it." He looked pleased by my response.

"Oh? I'm sure you know of the hatred your family holds for me, and yet you offer me friendship. Why?"

"You didn't judge me for my lenience, I won't judge for it either. I'm old enough to make opinions for myself, whether or not my father likes it." He nodded at me a new found respect there.

"A fair bargain. But I think I'll cash my favor in now. Sophie is at the old cemetery, one of my guys can take you there. What I to know is what you need from her."

"A friend of mine has some questionable lineage." I said honestly. "Sophie is his biological mother and I want to know who the father is." I wasn't about to tell him everything, but a deal is a deal.

"What's your friend's name?" he asked curiously. I almost didn't want to tell him, but curiosity got the better of me

"Trammel." I said. He blanched.

"Well, that's one interesting name." he said, regaining composure so quick, I wouldn't have noticed it change in the first place had I not been part vampire. "Tell you what. You find Sophie, get some answers and report back to me, I'll get you Tyler Lockwood." I wasn't going to question the deal. I wanted...no needed to talk to Tyler.

"Deal." I said shaking his hand. "I hope to meet you again sometime soon. Come on Kol!" I called across the bar. He looked up from his obviously charmed waitress and strode over to me.

"You ready?" he asked eyeing Marcel carefully. I just nodded and grabbed his coat sleeve dragging him out before he could cause any damage.

As promised Marcel sent a lackey to guide us to the cemetery. I noticed a daylight ring on her finger and I wondered what she had done to earn it. We reached the gates fairly quickly and I stepped through them easily. I noticed Kol didn't follow my lead and I looked at him incredulously.

"Are you coming or what?" I asked shrugging my shoulders.

"I'm trying." he said, his voice strained. "There's a damn barrier. Get out here. I can't protect you when I can't get to you."

"Well how could I get in?" I asked no one in particular.

"You have to be invited in." A females voice said behind me. I turned on my heels to a woman who was undoubtedly Sophie and gave her a once over. "What do you want."

"Thats how I got in!" I said turning back to Kol and ignoring her completely. "I was born here, so I'd have to have permission to be inside." Kol nodded.

"You were born in a cemetery!" Kol said sarcastically. "Fantastic! Now get back on this side of the gate." I ignored him this time and turned back to Sophie. I wanted answers and I would have them.

"You had a son approximately fourteen years ago." I said wasting no time. "His name was Trammel Zachariah Devereaux. You gave him up for adoption. Who was his father." Sophie had turned pale.

"Who are you and what do you want?" she asked her voice cracking. She was on the verge of tears and I almost didn't care. This woman had torn my family apart trying to get revenge on somebody else. She didn't deserve mercy.

"My name is Amelia Marie Mikaelson." I said coldly. "See, I'm having a really rough week so you can, and should, give me answers, but I can always force you to give me answers. Your choice." I smiled at the end showing my wolfed out eyes and fangs.

She crossed her arms over her chest in defiance. I admired that, but just being in the same room as her was intolerable and having her tell me no was not helping. I lunged at her tackling her petite body to the ground. I sat on her stomach and knelt close to her ear."Any day now." I said. She looked me square in the eye and concentrated. I recognized this as an attempt at magic, but I felt nothing. Bonnie had put a powerful protection spell on me when i was younger. It had to be renewed every year a week after my birthday, but it kept me protected from all magic.

Finally she sighed and dropped her gaze. "Marcel is his father." I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"That's impossible." I said. But I stood up and offered her a hand nonetheless. I may be pissed and just a tiny bit violent, but I wasn't a total bitch. She took it and I hauled her up leaning against a casket. "Talk." I prompted waving a hand at her. She took a deep breath.

"When I first started hating the witches, before your father came to town, I was...with...Marcel."

"You slept together." I summarized. "Continue."

"Well the elders knew, and they weren't happy. So, to punish me, they combined there power and made Marcel human, for just ten minutes. Not a lot of time...but it was enough. I found out I was pregnant after I left him and the witches told me what had happened. I was shocked..." I cut her off.

"Your telling me a bunch of old witches turned Marcel human just long enough for you guys to uh...do the deed? It's not possible. And we have no way to prove it. Maybe you just slept with somebody else."

"You've met Trammel right? Well he was named by Marcel and he looks just like him. Its pretty obvious he didn't get his beautiful narrow features from me. The only thing I had to pass on was magic. Don't believe me? Ask your friend Bonnie. I heard she brought back the dead. It's the same principle. Marcel was dead, and then for a moment, he wasn't. Enough of the right kind of magic can do anything." she was ranting, trying to prove to me she wasn't crazy. And strangely enough, I believed her.

My phone took that exact moment to ring and I hastily pulled it out and answered without looking at the caller i.d. "Hello?"

"Care to tell me where you are?" My dads familiar and barley restrained voice asked. Shit.

Hey! So I know Lia was a little violent with Sophie than is usual, but I wanted to get that Klaus part of her in there. And bombshell with the whole Marcel's the father thing. I hope I did an okay job explaining it. Anyways I was wondering if I should do a separate story on how Klaus came to Caroline after Lia was first born. It would include her birth but would mainly be a romance to Klaroline. Review and let me know! ;)