Previously, in Kings & Queens of NOLA, Klaus and Hayley got very intimate in their discussion sin the bayou, which made them realize how much alike they are, how they want the same things in life, and it made Hayley feel guilty for getting to know the real Klaus Mikaelson and plotting with his sister behind his back to take New Orleans. Marcel, even after his passionate night with Camille O'Connell could only think about the many moments of passion he spent with Rebekah Mikaelson. At the same time, he is impressed with the blonde bartender and could also think about wanting to get to know her better. Rebekah misses Hayley and Davina and in those nights in Paris, she could only think about the one man she's always truly loved, Marcel Gerard. In the meantime, Klaus took Jackson for his interrogation in the bayou. We will explore more of that in this chapter and we will see what Rebekah wants from the witch Genevieve after managing to find her, or in this case, she found her. Please review and enjoy the chapters! Long May They Reign!
Hayley's POV
He just grabbed him and showed him no mercy. "Klaus!" I called out after him as he was holding Jackson by his shirt and pulling him deeper into the bayou. What had gotten me really upset was that I had just begun getting to know the real Klaus Mikaelson and now, he was back to being his stubborn and selfish self. I was not going to let him hurt members of my pack. I didn't really have a choice but to come here with him and show him the werewolves' whereabouts but I did not agree to him torturing my family, especially since he had tried that thing once before. "Klaus, end this right now!" I exclaimed when I finally realized we were in the heart of the bayou and werewolves were slowly coming out of their caves. "Hayley, you led him here?" came Eve's voice. Her blonde hair was curled up and behind her were two frightened children. I came closer to her as Klaus dropped Jackson on the ground. "Eve, I'm really sorry about this but I didn't really have a choice." "Didn't have a choice? He came here and disrupted our peace. Make him leave." Eve told me. "I'm sorry but I can't do that." "Then who can?" "Enough!" Klaus roared and every single werewolf laid eyes on him. "What do you want already?" Jackson asked, getting up from the floor. Oliver ran a hand through his hair as he got out from the cave. "What in hell is going on here? What is he doing here?" Oliver asked. Klaus sped forward and grabbed Oliver by the throat. "Unless you want me to remove your head from the rest of your body, I suggest that you sit still and stop talking." Oliver gulped and Klaus released him. "Klaus, what are you doing? You said that this is just a simple interrogation." I replied, angry and he smiled at me. "Forgive me for not pleasing you, love, but if what you wish for is a simple interrogation, then I suggest you go find my noble brother, that is, if he is willing to come back to New Orleans." He then gave me a devilish grin as he moved forward and clasped his hands together. "Some of you here, well most of you, do not agree with the new changes in leadership!" he exclaimed as I stood still and listened.
"We just want peace. We don't care who leads this God forsaken city!" Eve exclaimed and I gave her a look that told her to just shut up and stop aggravating him." Klaus pointed a finger at her. "Do not lie to me! I am your King!" He then moved along and said more gently, "I have been informed the truth by a very special witch." "What witch?" I asked him and he looked at me. "Your beloved friend, Sophie Deveraux, love." My heart stopped. What had Sophie been up this whole time? Davina agreed to speak to her and inform her on the move Rebekah and I were planning to make on New Orleans. We didn't want her to do something that was not according to plan, at least not yet. What had she been thinking of putting in question the werewolves' loyalty? "Does anyone have any comments, remarks…or even confessions to make?" The werewolves all each took a step back. "Come on now, don't be afraid! The werewolves are a part of the city that I now rule and I want them all to be satisfied. I would have thought you would be happy knowing that someone part werewolf would take charge instead of having a vampire, Marcellus roam freely in New Orleans doing with you as he pleases." Jackson coughed up a laugh. "For us, you are just as bad as Marcel. We know your history with werewolves Klaus. You have tortured them, made them hybrid slaves. What makes you think that you are any different than Marcel? If anything, you might be even worse. You are the one who raised Marcel and taught him everything he knows." Klaus sighed and said, "Yes, that is true and I apologize for my mistakes in the past, but if we are to live together as a community, you must learn to trust your King, or in this case, Kings as Marcel is ruling alongside me still." Eve nodded. "So we heard. The two of you think that you are going to repair this city, make it as it used to be but since you took over, I haven't seen any changes. Only empty promises and that is what we've been accustomed to when we were under Marcel's rule." Klaus was left speechless. "Aren't you going to say something to them? You've been insisting on this meeting so go ahead. Say whatever you want to say to them and then just leave them be. They've been through enough, Klaus." I told him and he looked at me, amazed at the way I was speaking.
"Just answer is this question. Are we ever going to be able to return to New Orleans, or are we going to be stuck here in the bayou living like some animals?" Jackson asked him. Klaus opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. It was just like when I asked him what would happen to me after I gave birth to our child. He couldn't tell me. Jackson shrugged. "Then I guess we have nothing more to discuss. Thanks for coming but the next time you do come, make sure you have some answers to give us, because otherwise, we will never have anything to discuss, My Lord!" he told him and turned around, heading back to his cave. Oliver followed him and slowly, every single werewolf scattered. I stood there next to Klaus with my arms crossed. "You failed." I whispered. He growled. "I never fail! Let's go, little wolf." He made an attempt to grab my arm but I pulled back. "No thanks. I am staying here, Klaus." He looked shocked and hurt by my rejection. "What do you mean? You need rest, love. It's not good for the baby for you to stay here." "I will decide what is good for the baby and what's not. In the meantime, leave me here. Just let me spend the night with my family. That is all I am asking. I hope it isn't much." He looked at me for a moment and then touched my stomach gently. "Take care, love." he whispered before disappearing from sight. I stood there, shocked and noticed Eve coming out of her cave and whispering, "In here, Hayley." I nodded, and entered her lair. "Why did you choose to stay?" Eve asked me in a whisper. "Because I have something to tell you."
Klaus' POV
I never expected the meeting with the wolves to go this way and neither was I expecting Hayley to choose to stay with them rather than come back with me to our home. Because of that, I couldn't even get the courage to go home and listen to the nightwalkers partying. I was too worried for her, but most importantly, for my child. Hayley trusted her newly found family more than she could ever trust me and I could not have that. As I watched the late night city lights, I took out my phone, noticing it was four AM I decided to call Rebekah, knowing that in Paris, it would be morning about now. But she wouldn't answer. Typical. I growled as I thought of my little sister leaving me, probably for good. I couldn't blame her. She wanted a better life for herself and one in which her problems wouldn't revolve around me. And why would she stay in a city where all of her heartbreak took place? Why would she stay in a place to watch her ex-lover prance around as the co-King of the city while he got a new blonde to entertain him? I growled once more when I thought of Marcellus and what he had managed to do in this city. He had made this empire rise, but he had neglected the werewolves for so long. Jackson was right. How could I be any better when I taught Marcellus everything he knows? I raised him. I wasn't expecting these wolves to show me gratitude after everything I have done and after our history, but I wasn't expecting them to ignore my wanting to help them and Hayley to take their side. True, I didn't answer their question because I didn't know yet what I had planned for them. And the problem was that I needed Marcel's approval on anything that I changed in the city, as it was his city now just as much as it was mine. I knew what I needed up to this point. I had a long night, Rebekah was gone and who knew if she would ever come back and Hayley, the mother of my child and the woman I had slowly gone to care for, was choosing to stay with the werewolves rather than stay with me. I needed a few drinks and the Deveraux Bar was just the place.
Marcel's POV
Drinking and partying all through the night with Camille at the bar was not as bad as I thought it would be. I asked the girl out for a date, she accepted. I enjoyed our time together, she enjoyed it too, we ended up sleeping together and now here we were back to drinking and discussing. Things have been going awful for her since she lost Kieran. Apparently, the curse finally stopped his heart from beating and ended his life. She was all alone now, nowhere to go, but I promised myself that I would take care of her and I would. I loved how after everything she had experienced, she was still very optimistic and fun to be around. For some other girls, losing her uncle would be the end of the world, especially when you know that you don't have any other family member and you have to live the rest of your life by yourself. She was laughing and yet her eyes told sadness was in her heart. I placed my hand over hers and she looked up, surprised at my gesture. "Are you alright?" She smiled and nodded. "Better than alright! You are a very good friend to me, Marcel. You've always been. I have never had anyone to care for me so much as you have besides my late uncle. No one." she whispered as she caught my gaze. I put down the bottle of beer I was holding in my hand and slid my hand across the counter to put my hand on hers. "You will never be alone, Cami. I will make sure of that. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again." She fluttered her eyelashes like a little girl when she looked at me. "You are really going to protect me, even from the Devil himself?" "Even from him. No one should really mess with a vampire, remember that." I said and made her smile all over again. She then did something that I would have never expected. She slid her hands up my chest and whispered, "Is this all we will ever be? Just friends?" I was lost in her eyes, not sure how to answer her that question. I was supposed to be moving on from Rebekah and Camille was the perfect opportunity to do so. I have grown feelings or this woman and maybe in time, I could learn to love her as I have always loved Rebekah. She ran her hands up and down my chest as we both stood up from the counter. I could feel the alcohol sipping inside my blood, and into my brain, making everything fuzzy. I didn't know what I would be doing in a couple of seconds. I didn't care anymore where we were. She touched my cheek and whispered, "I want to be more than just friends." Without even thinking I whispered back, "As do I." In a matter of seconds, we were at it again. She grabbed my face with both of her hands and started kissing me, sending shivers all through my body. She began unbuttoning my shirt as I put my hands on her back, trying to get her out of the sweater again as our lips molded together. I grabbed her whole body, setting her on the counter and started taking her pants off when I heard someone entering the bar which made us both stop what we were beginning to do. "Well, this is a surprising twist of events!" he said.
Hayley's POV
"So, what is it that you have to so urgently talk to me about, Hayley?" Eve asked me as I sat on one of her blankets and played with my hands. "I need you to promise me that you will not tell a soul what I am about to tell you, Eve. No one in this pack must know, not even Jackson. You have to promise me." I told her and she nodded her head, her mouth a bit open. "I promise, just tell me already, Hayley. You are making me curious." I sighed and started explaining everything to her. "Rebekah and I knew from the moment Klaus and Marcel joined forces and decided to take over New Orleans that it would not go well and we were right. Klaus has many qualities and I know that despite that cold exterior of his, he has a good heart and he cares and loves this child more than anything." Eve rolled her eyes at this remark but I ignored her. I knew the father of my own child and he was not what everyone believed he is. "As I was saying, Klaus and Marcel together will destroy this city and there will never be peace. There can't be two Kings. Having two men who are more frenemies than actually friends makes ruling this city that much more difficult. There is no peace between vampires, humans, werewolves and witches and they choose to ignore that and rule New Orleans for old times' sake. I hope you realized by now Eve that things cannot continue like this so that is why Rebekah and I are planning on taking charge." I stated and Eve frowned a little. "I don't understand where you are going with this." "Rebekah and I are making a move on taking New Orleans from Klaus and Marcel. We plan on ruling New Orleans together, healing this city and bringing peace. I think this town might get a shot at being fixed if it is ruled by women and not by men, who see this city as a toy they can fight over." Eve nodded, "That's true." She then grabbed my hand.
"Are you serious about this? You and Rebekah want to work behind Klaus' and Marcel's backs? Do you know what they might do to you if they find out?" "They are not going to find out." "Who else knows about this little plan, Hayley?" "Davina knows and she is helping us as we speak. And Sophie knows too so she might also be helping us in the future. You are probably wondering where Rebekah is at, right? Well, she's in Paris where she says she might find this powerful witch who can help us with our plan to take over. This is some witch she believed to be dead but turns out she's more alive than ever. If Rebekah manages to get her on our side, I guess the job's halfway done." Eve shook her head. "Hayley this move you and Rebekah are planning with Sophie and Davina is great but you need to remember that you are pregnant, child. You can't be going around like this and plan attacks, especially an attack on your child's father." I shook my head. "I am not going to attack him. I am going to simply dethrone both him and Marcel." "And do you think that they are just going to stand there and let you take over?" "That is why we must gain as many allies as possible. Gain many allies that Marcel and Klaus won't be able to do anything about it once we take over. It'll be perfect." "Then at least let me help you out on this one, Hayley. Let me tell the rest of the people in the pack." "I'm too scared for them to know, Eve!" "Why?" "The others might never agree!" "How do you know that? Have you tried speaking to them?" "No. But…" "You have seen tonight that no werewolf is okay with Klaus ruling after everything that he's done and the werewolves are not the species to just back down and be led by someone they don't trust. The werewolves trust you, Hayley. You are the last Labonair heir. You are technically the Werewolf Queen. The werewolves would want you more than anyone else to take charge of New Orleans." "The others will also have to live with the fact that I will not be the only one in charge if we make this work. Rebekah will also be in charge of New Orleans and even though she is Klaus' sister, she wants to take the city from the boys just as much as I do." "Then, we'll tell the others just that." Hayley sighed and nodded. Eve watched her and said, "Are you sure that this is the move you want to make? You have stood by Klaus until now. He trusts you. Are you really planning on losing that trust? Are you prepared for that?" I looked at her for a moment before nodding a little. "Yeah, that's what I want." Eve raised an eyebrow, a bit unconvinced but nodded eventually. "When will you head back to the Mikaelsons' mansion?" "It's too late to get back there now. I need to get some sleep." Hayley whispered and Eve nodded. "Be my guest." she said, pointing to a few blankets put there.
Klaus' POV
The lights were on in the Deveraux bar and I frowned. I thought the nightwalkers hated spending their times in bars instead of just running around freely around the city. And since when was the bar open at four AM? I shrugged and went closer to it, deciding to get at least one bottle of gin to calm my nerves after everything that had been going on in my life up till now. Truth be told, I was tired of not being good enough for people. I haven't been a good enough guardian for Marcel, a good enough brother for Rebekah and Elijah…and Kol and Finn, haven't been a good enough son for my mother, have been nothing but a menace for my step-father, and now I have come to realize I haven't been a good enough leader for the people in New Orleans. What I feared the most was that I would not turn out to be the father Hayley wants for her child. I wanted to be a good father and I was planning on being a good father for our child. I didn't want to fail my family again and I never wanted to fail Hayley. I put my hand on the door handle and hesitated as I heard some voices inside and I realized the voices belonged to Marcel and Camille. "You will never be alone, Cami. I will make sure of that. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again." Marcel promised her. Is promise touched my heart, and I would never admit it to anyone but this is what I was hoping for. A chance to be able to say things like this to someone, to make someone feel safe and wanted by me and offer me the same kind of wanting in return. "You are really going to protect me, even from the Devil himself?" Camille was asking him. "Even from him. No one should really mess with a vampire, remember that." I could actually feel that man grin. I thought about entering but wanted to listen in a bit more to this conversation. "Is this all we will ever be? Just friends?" I heard Cami whisper to him and then added. "I want to be more than just friends." Marcel whispered back, "As do I." I could hear nothing else afterwards and I was tired after that night and really wanted a drink. Entering the bar, I could see something very interesting going on. Marcel and Camille were laid out on the counter and kissing each other passionately. My eyebrows were raised and I slowly closed the door, my hands behind by back as I came closer to them and grinned saying, "Well, this is a surprising twist of events." Marcel and Camille immediately stopped what they were doing and got up from the counter. Camille was trying very hard to put her sweater back on while Marcel grinned at me and acted innocent. "Klaus, what are you doing here at this hour, mate." My eyebrows were still raised as I approached them. "I could ask you the same thing, mate, because I thought that your date with Cami here ended hours ago…but I guess I was wrong." "Is there a problem?" Cami asked, frowning a little. I just smiled. "On the contrary, love. Let the little get together go on until morning, but I would like to join." I said and sat down at the counter. Camille shrugged. "Need a drink?" I smirked. "You have no idea, love." Marcel sat down next to me and handed me a bottle of gin. "Is there a problem?" I asked him. "On the contrary." Marcel grinned.
"How did it go with Hayley in the bayou?" Marcel asked me. I stopped drinking and looked at him. "The werewolves want to get free roam in New Orleans and they will not be agreeing with the new leadership in this city until then." I told him and got another drink. Marcel groaned. "I told you that no good will come getting good with those werewolves. It's the reason why I ordered the witches to put that curse on them in the first place, to control them." I nodded. "Hayley is a Crescent Werewolf, and apart from that she is royalty, and she was born here in New Orleans. How come she wasn't cursed?" I asked him and finished the second bottle of gin. Camille got a tequila shot down her throat and started grinning out of nowhere meaning that she was finally drunk and wouldn't remember a thing until morning. I eyed Marcel and waited for a response and I had a feeling he knew more about Hayley's past than he let on. He finally admitted everything to me. "Hayley's parents had many enemies when they were still alive and because of these enemies and the fights the Crescent Wolves had with the Northern Atlantic pack, the pack you originated from, your biological father's pack." I nodded and motioned for him to go on. "Hayley's parents were killed and…well, you know how I am about abandoned children. I showed no remorse for werewolves at those times but this little girl…I couldn't just leave her there. I felt sorry for her so I took her to Father Kieran and he arranged for her to be taken to a foster home. And it was done. I took care of everything along with him, God rest his soul. She was saved and I felt proud of it for saving her." I looked surprised at him. "You saved the little wolf?" "Yes, I did. So, she wasn't there when the werewolves got cursed. That was when I finally decided to stop their bickering with the ones from the Northern Atlantic and had then cursed. It was a long time ago when Hayley was just a baby. But you know…Hayley's name was chosen by her foster parents. Her real name was Andrea Labonair. She is the last of her kind, a Labonair, the heir, the Queen of the Crescent Wolves." "Andrea Labonair." I whispered. Marcel nodded. "Yeah, the famous legend, Queen of Wolves. You have to deal with those once in a lifetime. And I've had like six lifetimes until now." Marcel ended, drinking it up. "Who are you two talking about?" Camille asked, very much drunk. I grinned and said, "Marcellus, don't you think that the girl should be getting some rest? It nearly morning and she has the morning shift." Marcel grinned too, shaking his head. "I don't think my girl will be working this morning." My eyes widened. "Your girl?" "Of course. Cami's my girl now. I'm taking good care of her." I eyed them both and laughed. "She sure needs plenty of help, mate. Make sure you take good care of her and why don't you start that by taking her to bed? She looks too exhausted and drunk to talk, much less walk." I pointed at the blonde bartender who had another very big tequila shot. "Absolutely!" Marcel exclaimed, taking Camille in his arms and saying "Goodnight." Before strolling into the sunrise with his new girlfriend. My thoughts drifted to Rebekah and what a reaction my little sister would have when she comes back and sees Marcel with the blonde student bartender. That is…if she ever thinks about coming back. I drank my last bottle of gin, thinking of Hayley and ending up thinking where my little sister was.
Rebekah's POV
"Genevieve!" I breathed in shock. The redhead smirked at me, folding her hands and saying, "Long time no see, Rebekah Mikaelson." A woman came over to pour me more coffee. "Un peu plus de café?" she asked and I smiled, "Oui, un peu plus. Merci beaucoup." I told her trying hard not to seem so shocked that the woman sitting in front of me was the one and only Genevieve. The woman walked away and Genevieve watched me drink the coffee. "I can see French is no problem for you." "I have learned a lot of foreign languages in my one thousand years of existence." Genevieve frowned. "I wouldn't really put it that way since Nik daggered you for fifty-four years when Marcel was just a poor little human wanting to be turned into a vampire, and then he daggered you for ninety more years when you were living in the 1920's and…" "Okay, that's enough!" I snapped at her and she stopped. "And I have told you thousands of times that I am the only one who calls my brother Nik. I will allow no one else." "Well, in that case, you don't really need me so I will just be on my way." Genevieve stood up but I grabbed her and pushed her in her chair again. She looked at me angrily. "Sorry. Vampire reflexes. Let's just cut the crap and get down to the reason why I have been searching the ends of this city for you, Gen." "No! Why don't we start with an apology for killing me back after you were too scared to confront Niklaus that you asked me to bring his father back so he could scare him out of New Orleans?" I became exasperated. "Fine! I'm sorry for that. I really am. You know very well that I never meant to hurt you but I was scared." "So now you are not scared anymore because he knows, right?" she asked me and I flinched. She realized what my pause of words must have meant. "Niklaus does not know? Oh, dear!" Genevieve said with a devilish grin on her face. "Okay, that's enough. I need you to come back to New Orleans with me, Genevieve." I told her and she frowned but then smiled. "Well, whatever it may be, I will sure be glad to see Nik again." I smiled at her sarcastically. "I don't think that he may be interested in that any longer. You see, he recently slept with this quite attractive werewolf girl, Hayley, who happens to be my best friend now, and he got her pregnant." I told her, leaving her open-mouthed. She then barked up a laugh. "You're lying. You're just trying to get me to stop going after your brother. You didn't like it when we flirted and got along well together back in the days when we were just simple nurses and we were good friends and you don't want me to get with him now either, so you are making up pathetic excuses. Klaus is immortal and he can't have children, no matter with whom he has sex with, trust me." "And trust me when I say that what I just told you is true. Hayley is pregnant with Nik's child." Genevieve eyed me closely and sighed. "How is it possible?" "Through some miracle loophole. It's a onetime thing, though." Genevieve sighed and nodded. "Well that is good for him then. But just because he is having a child with that girl that does not mean that he can't have some fun with other girls." I punched the table and said, "I thought you said that you want to know why I came all this way to find you." I was getting really annoyed with the way she was trying to get in my brother's bed again. Genevieve played around with her sunglasses until she set them on the table. "Okay, Rebekah. Talk. Why am I here?"
I began my story. "Nik has managed to take over New Orleans and he made Marcel his co-King of the city. Hayley and I are not happy with the way they are running things. You know, the powerful witch, Davina, she's with us and she's in on it too." "In on what?" "Hayley and I want to dethrone the two Kings and we want to rule New Orleans ourselves and make it the city that was always supposed to be, to please people, a city with peace and not violence. Marcellus and Niklaus love the violence no matter how many times they try to cram down that peace business down our throats. Hayley is pregnant but she is not just any werewolf girl. She is a Labonair. Her real name at birth was Andrea Labonair before she was given away to a foster home when her parents died. She was just a baby. I guess you would know more about the last Labonair heir, don't you?" Genevieve nodded and paid attention to every single thing I was saying, which I very much appreciated even though she acted like a real bitch. "Hayley's already got leading in her bones. She is the Werewolf Queen and would make an excellent ruler of New Orleans, very much like me." Genevieve laughed a little. "So let me get his straight. You and this Hayley werewolf girl want to take New Orleans from Nik and Marcel? Fabulous plan! And what does this have to do with me?" "I want you to come back to New Orleans and help us." "And what possible motive would I have to do that. Why would I help the person who killed me in the first place?" "Because this is your chance to become the new Witch Elder." Genevieve was paying even more attention now. "I am listening." "The witches need a new Elder for their coven. Davina and Sophie, the two main witches who belong to that coven are in this plan along with us. I you help us by coming back to New Orleans, you will win the witches' appreciation and trust and this way, they will choose you to be their Elder as the oldest witch in their coven. So while Hayley and I will lead New Orleans, you will lead the witches. It seems like a pretty good deal to me. What do you think?" Genevieve thought for a moment before shrugging. "I like the idea, Rebekah, but I am not so sure that I want to go behind Nik's back like this." I had it all figured out. "Even if you do make a move on Nik, Genevieve, I can assure you that he will brush you off without a word. He's really not interested in other girls at this moment." She frowned. "What do you mean?" I had to get out of this one and there was only one way I could so it and I know that it would be a big fib and both Nik and Hayley would kill me if they found out about it, but I couldn't have Genevieve going after my brother when we were plotting to take him down. "Because Hayley's been in Nik's eyes for quite a while now." Genevieve let out a "pfff" sound. "You mean to tell me that he's taken an interest in her because she is pregnant with his child?" "It's not that. Nik's always had the hots for her and it seems that this child has induced even more feelings for her in him." "I can't believe this!" Genevieve exclaimed, annoyed. "So, as you can see, my brother is off limits and you have way more to gain by siding with me." "You mean to tell me that you want me to work with Hayley while she is the one Nik wants?" "Let me make this clear to you, Genevieve! You either come with me and become my ally and Hayley's in the plan to take down Marcel and Niklaus from the throne, getting you the position as the Witch Elder, leader of the coven, or you can choose to decline the offer, run after Nik, he will turn you down and you will end up with nothing. It's your choice." Genevieve looks at me, thoughtfully. I knew how much this lie about Nik and Hayley was going to cost me. Hayley will most probably find out and I will have to tell her to play along but if Nik were to find out…I don't want to think about it. The most important thing was to get Genevieve on our side for now. We needed her power, as much as I still hated this woman. She folded her hands on the table. "I accept your offer." she told me and I smiled sweetly. "Thank you, my dear." "Don't mention it…ever."
"How are things with you and Marcel by the way? Good?" Genevieve asked me and I sighed, trying hard not to lose my temper. "Marcel and I are not together anymore, if that's what you're wondering." Genevieve nodded. "Such a shame. You were the perfect couple. I mean, it's a shame that after everything you have done to Niklaus just so you two could be together forever without him stopping you, your relationship just fades away. It's like all that work has been for nothing. I died for nothing, New Orleans was destroyed for nothing, Mikael was brought back to destroy Nik's life for nothing and I could go on." "Well, I prefer it if you don't, alright? Marcel was always going to choose New Orleans and my brother over me, and I can no longer live like this, despite his feelings for me or my feelings for him." Genevieve ordered herself a coffee with extra milk before saying, "And what I this plan of yours fails, Rebekah? What then? AM I supposed to just live with failure dangling above my head? Nik will hate me forever if he finds out and he will punish me for being a part of this just as much as he will punish you and Hayley. Will you be able to live with that? Will Hayley? The guilt is terrible to live with but I am sure you already know that." I tapped my heels beneath the table and said, "Trust me when I say that we are not going to fail with this plan. You will be the Elder Witch and Hayley and I will rule New Orleans at its best interests." "I hope you're right because if this plan goes down, we're all going down with it." My thoughts led me to my two alive brothers Niklaus and Elijah. Elijah. How much I needed him now, but I knew that if he were to learn of this plan, he would do anything to try and stop us, for the sake of the family and Hayley. Nobody would find out about this, nobody. And I laid my foot down on that one.