Hi, guys! I am still expecting reviews to find out from all of my favorite Klayley readers what you thought of that first chapter. I really hope you liked it as an introduction because the real story begins now and I have many ideas. So, I hope you watched that video on YouTube because it seemed to me like the perfect preview for my story. I would have done one myself but I am not that good at making videos. I am more of a writing type :D So, in the last chapter was the beginning of a new era in New Orleans as Klaus took over and he has invited Marcel to come to his side so they can rule together, Marcel choosing to let Rebekah go and act like they were never really in love or in a relationship. Hayley and Rebekah have decided on doing something to stop Klaus and Marcel from destroying New Orleans. We'll see how it goes. Review please after this chapter and if you can, give me some ideas of what to write in this story so I can try and please you all. Kisses 3 Klayleys.
Hayley's POV
Rebekah was right! We had to do something about the situation in New Orleans. I couldn't help but notice plenty of unhappy people who came to us at the banquet. Unhappy vampires in fact and I just knew that the sudden change in leadership would not be something favorable for them. Rebekah had left to hide the two daggers that I had snatched secretly from Klaus and handed them over. It was our only hope to stop Klaus from daggering Rebekah if he found out that we might be planning something behind his back. There was a knock on the door and I turned around, shocked of who was standing in my presence. I was still dressed in that black blouse I had gotten from him and had not taken it off. I tried to put everything that Rebekah and I had talked about in the back of my head. Klaus was standing there, watching me curiously. He took a few steps forward until he reached me and said, "You haven't eaten anything at the banquet. You must feed. Do you want to starve this child to death?" he asked me, a bit of bitterness in his tone. I pushed away from him. "I know perfectly well how to take care of my child, Klaus. I am doing it better than you ever will." I snapped at him. Klaus didn't say anything. He was just standing there with his hands behind his back.
He cleared his throat and walked towards the door after saying, "Those werewolves in the bayou…I will need to interrogate them for some time." My mouth dropped when I heard that. "Elijah told me you will leave the werewolves out of this!" "Elijah is not here, is he sweetheart? I will do as I see fit because last time I checked, I do not take commands from my elder brother who is currently in Mystic Falls, deciding to spend some private time with Katerina Petrova." I felt sick just hearing the name of the woman who had tried to kill me. If Klaus hadn't been there to save me… "Thinking about my dearest noble brother are we, little wolf?" Klaus was standing right in front of my face at that point and I stepped back, caught off guard. "No." somehow I wasn't sure if I was lying or telling the truth. Klaus just smirked as he came even closer. He ran his hand through my hair making my breathing stop and he ghosted his lips over to my left ear and whispered, "You're mine, little wolf." before he used his vampire super speed to leave the room fast. I remained paralyzed there as I felt something totally odd with the way I reacted towards his touch. As soon as I snapped myself out of these thoughts that I called delusions, I called Rebekah trying to reach her and warn her about what Klaus was planning to do with the werewolves. I left her a voice message saying, "Rebekah, listen, Klaus is planning on interrogating the werewolves in the bayou and I'm worried. I have no idea what he might do to them but I don't want a single hair on their heads touched. Please, make sure that Klaus doesn't do anything to them." I left her that voicemail and picked up a book on childcare, trying to get my mind off the werewolves in the bayou.
But trying to ignore the danger in which the werewolves could be in now that Klaus was ruling New Orleans made me think only about Klaus himself.
"Painting is a metaphor for control. Every choice is mine. The canvas, the color. As a child I had neither a sense of the world nor my place in it but art taught me that one's vision can be achieved with sheer force of will. The same is true of life, provided one refuses to let anything stand in one's way." She started thinking about the way she responded to him sharing his childhood story with her. "So, this is your thing? Show a girl a few mediocre paintings, whine about your childhood and I swoon and spill on my dirty secrets?" "I felt I had many charms, but, regardless I'm enjoying myself." Their passionate night turned out to be too good to be true. It was the first time in her life that she felt truly protected, safe and for some unknown reason, cared for and understood. After our love making, I felt so comfortable and warm beside him that I never wanted to leave. I wanted to stay in bed near him with my eyes closed and feel his arms wrapped around me. It was a stupid and ridiculous thought, I knew that, but it is something that I've always craved the most and Klaus was just about offering it to me that night. Now, our relationship is totally platonic and at some moments of the day, we even felt like enemies and the only reason why we tolerated each other was because of the baby. I caressed my stomach and put the book down, going to stare at the window. "Where are you, Rebekah?" I whispered to myself while continuing to hold my belly.
Rebekah's POV
Niklaus was an infuriating man, just like Hayley told me and it was about time that I showed my brother up as to not mess with me ever again. One thing In knew for sure about Nik was that he was one of those people who neglected almost everything and everyone important just to have his way or to prove that he's right and Marcel was the exact image of him. What could you expect really? Niklaus taught him everything he knows. I walked on Bourbon Street and passed a bar. Right around the corner, stood Marcel talking to some of his guys. I gasped and quickly hid around the building close to me and listened in. "Marcel, Klaus is in charge now. We can't just disobey him. He said that no harm is to come to those werewolves unless he chooses otherwise. He stated that crystal clear." "I know that but remember that Klaus may have taken over but he is not the only one in charge of New Orleans, okay? I have a say in this too and I am telling you now to go and give those werewolves…a fair warning let's say." I picked up my phone, ready to tell Hayley what Marcel was planning. Once I got the phone out of my purse and headed away from them so they wouldn't hear me, I heard Hayley's concerned voice in her voice message. I put the phone back in my purse and headed back to the place where Marcel and the guys were supposed to be hidden. "So, what do we do, Marcel? We go now?"
Marcel nodded but I interrupted their sweet little hidden conversation. "Not if I can help it!" Marcel looked very surprised to see me but the other vampires ran away the second they saw me. I couldn't help but smirk as I pointed to the place where the vampires stood no more. "Quite a fearless army you have, Marcel." "Might I suggest you go elsewhere to disrupt people with your sassy attitude?" I strutted towards him and said, "Oh, Marcellus, I thought that was one of the things you love most about me. Why has that changed all of a sudden?" "Rebekah, I am in no mood for games." He stepped away from me but I grabbed him by his collar and pulled him closer. "I heard everything, Marcel. If you think that you are going to disobey my brother and get away with it, you are sadly mistaken." Marcel's eyes told fear for a few seconds before they turned black, representing darkness as he pulled away from me. "Don't bother getting into things which don't concern you, Rebekah. I really suggest you should stay out of this." He turned around to leave but I wouldn't let him. I looked at him serious at this point.
"You listen to me, Marcellus Gerard, I really don't care what you and my brother are planning together or planning individually but when it comes to the werewolves, leave them out of this, and do you understand me?" Marcel grinned as he rubbed his finger against my cheek. "No, can't do, sweetheart. You are going to have to settle this business with your brother. Those werewolves will very soon be brought in for treason." "Treason? What are you talking about?" I asked, shocked. "They have conspired against us to take New Orleans back, what do you think? Klaus and I heard news about it yesterday." I shook my head. "I don't believe it. The werewolves have always been peaceful. They would never do something like this. They are Hayley's family." "Is that really what you think Rebekah? Take a look around. Vampires control this city now and they are jealous, claiming some pretty vicious lies like we were the ones who ran them out of the city while they were supposed to rule." Marcel started laughing and I pushed his hand away, sighing. "Do you have proof of any of this?" "Why would you need proof?" "For Hayley. If I tell her, she will never believe me." "That is your problem. You did tell me that you girls have to look out for each other and now you get the chance. Make Hayley see reason. I am telling you, Rebekah now as a friend that the werewolves are trouble and they must be set straight. Klaus would agree with me." "Is that what we are now? Friends?" I whispered, trying to hide the pain in my voice. Marcel sighed and replied, "I really can't let this get in the way of my duties, Rebekah. What we had was something wonderful indeed but there were just too many things standing in between us and I just don't think that I can keep going with this and neither can you, if you thinking about it." I put my hands on my hips.
"I can't believe what you've become, Marcel. You had a wonderful vision for this city and now it is in the hands of my brother who I am sure will not be running this town the way it's supposed to be run." "You mean the way you want it to be run?" I shook my head in disbelief. "You've changed. You're not the Marcel I fell in love with 300 hundred years ago and nor will you ever be the same. I think you're right. There is no bloody way we can ever continue what we had and let me tell you that what we had was something pure and real and not even you can deny it." Marcel stood there with his arms now crossed over his chest and didn't say anything. I pushed him out of my way and left back to the mansion to inform Hayley. She was my best friend and I would try to help her but I really didn't know how, but I didn't want to disappoint her. Elijah was out of town and would not be returning anytime soon. He had total faith that Niklaus would do what is right for this town and I had to believe him…somehow.
Hayley's POV
There was silence in my room as there was nothing better for me to do than to sit quietly on my bed and read a book. There was a knock on the door and I growled to myself, thinking it was Klaus wanting to come up with some more snarky comments of his of how he owned me now. "It's me." came a sweet, gentle voice and I got up immediately to let her in with a smile. "Davina!" I exclaimed, happy to see her. She stepped inside the room and lit a candle she was holding and placed it on one of my tables. "It will absorb all the negativity that has been left in this room." she said to me, smiling. "Thank you, very much." Davina and I met a little while ago. At first, she looked at me with a confused expression and she called me Klaus' wife. I wondered why she called me that. She didn't know anything about me and she hadn't seen me before. I was prepared to ask her but she interrupted my thoughts with a question, pretty much similar to what I wanted to ask. "How is your relationship with Klaus, Hayley?" My heart stopped. "I guess it's okay, a little." I whispered, sitting down on my bed. Davina sat with me. "You can talk to me, Hayley. You know you can. What has Klaus done?" And so I told her everything and I loved that she was listening to me. She was actually taking in every word and listening and nodding her head. "I see from what you've told me that it is going pretty well between the two of you." she said that with a smile but this was no joking matter.
"Davina, I don't know what I am going to do. Klaus is acting like a manipulative sociopath whenever he is around me and he acts like I am his property or something. I can't live like this and I don't wish this child to be claimed the property of her own father either." "It's a rough start, I agree. But you can try and get along." I sighed and patted her arm. What can you really expect from a teenager? "Hayley, have you tried bonding with him?" "Excuse me, Davina but I am the one pregnant here. I think that he should at least have the decency to make the first move. I have pretty much had enough of his dictatorship and it has just gotten started." "Is that why you and Rebekah are plotting to stop him and Marcel from ruining New Orleans?" I gasped and jumped out of bed. I made sure that the door was closed before I asked her in a whisper. "How did you know about that?" Davina smirked. "I know all and see all and to be honest if this is what you are planning, then I want in, Hayley! Please! I want to fight these two and make do things my way too." I looked at her a bit confused. "Davina, I don't think that you realize this will be treason from you." "What can they do to me? I am the most powerful witch in New Orleans last time I checked? What can Marcel or even Klaus do to me?" "You will be betraying the one who has cared for you and protected you all this time. Really, Davina. I am more worried about you getting emotionally hurt. I don't want that for you. Please, just stay out of this." "And I am asking you as a friend, let me help. You want to show Klaus what you are capable of, Rebekah wants to show Marcel that he cannot just dump her and leave it like that and I want to show them both that they can't mess with me and use my powers for their own gain." This young witch was pretty convincing for someone her age and I liked that. She sort of reminded me of myself when I was little. I nodded. "Okay, we'll see what Rebekah has to say."
Davina got all excited and right on cue, Rebekah entered the room and slammed the door behind her. "I got your voicemail, Hayley and believe me that there was nothing I could do. Marcel and his minions were downtown, planning an attack on your werewolves and I really don't know what to say about this." I sighed and nodded. "We'll take care of it. We have a plan, remember?" Rebekah stared at Davina, just realizing that she was there. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?" "I want to help. I heard about your plan to take New Orleans from right under Marcel and Klaus' noses and I want to help." she announced. Rebekah rubbed her forehead. "We are not trying to get New Orleans, Davina. We are just trying to find a way to control things in order for New Orleans to not get messed up because of my half-brother and my ex-lover." I stopped her for a second. "I think Davina may be on to something, Rebekah. I mean, if we manage to gain control over New Orleans, everything in this town will go our way, right?" Davina nodded and smiled proudly at what she came up with. "You two have just the right sense of responsibility and right minds to help this town. I am sure of it and that is why I want to help get New Orleans in good hands. There is nothing wrong with that, is it?" "But remember, Davina, if something happens, you are going to get in trouble too if this plan goes wrong." "Hayley, I already told you that these two push-overs have nothing on me and I am proud of you two for thinking about this. It is about time, we girls take a stand and show the guys what we are capable of." I smiled, really liking the ideas of this little witty witch. Rebekah sighed and looked around the room. "Girls, this may sound awesome but please do try to remember that Niklaus has fought just as hard to get this town back for himself and he succeeded but after facing many problems. If even Nik had problems getting New Orleans, how do you suppose we try to steal it? Don't get me wrong. After what Marcel did to me and our relationship, he deserves a good kick in the ass, but I am just wondering how." I nodded as well, giving Rebekah a point. Davina tapped her chin. "You two are going to have to let me work on that, but I am telling you this: New Orleans will be a much better place under your rule. The women should have the power for once, don't you think? And believe it or not, you two are the best girls for the job." "Alright, then." I said, stroking my belly. "Let's do this." I put my hand in the middle and Rebekah with Davina did the same. "We're going to make a great team." I told them and I knew that I was right. Davina and Rebekah both left the room afterwards and I couldn't be happier about this plan. Sure, for a moment, I thought of what Klaus would say if he found out what Rebekah and I were planning with Davina. I smirked, whispering "He wants to play, let the games begin."