Previously in Kings & Queens of NOLA, Klaus met with the werewolves and tried to convince them to side with him and not be against him. However Klaus couldn't answer the werewolves' question of whether or not they would remain in the bayou with this new change in leadership, much to Hayley dismay. Hayley remained the rest of the night in the bayou with Eve and told her of the plan she cooked up with Rebekah to take over New Orleans for peace and justice. Marcel and Camille have something going on and most likely will get together for real. Klaus found out more about Hayley's heritage from Marcel and Rebekah finally discussed the plan with Genevieve in Paris. Genevieve had agreed to help Rebekah and Hayley with their plan. Will they succeed or will they fail? We'll find out. Rebekah returns to New Orleans in this chapter with Genevieve. There won't be much Klayley or Rebel in this chapter but I promise you next chapter will be epic with both of these ships, but I have to get the plot and action moving for now. Hayley, Eve and the other werewolves will have a talk, Davina and Sophie will cook up something new while Marcel and Klaus find themselves in a difficult situation with a problem they will have to fix as soon as possible. Things are getting very steamy in New Orleans. Long May They Reign!
Klaus' POV
Marcel and I were in the living room that beautiful morning. The sun rising was perfect and it was the perfect time to paint something new. I knew just for whom I wanted to paint the sun rising. For me the art of painting a sun rising represented a new beginning, a fresh start and with the problems between Hayley and I, I suspected this is what our relationship needed. I got to work right away, leaving the demons that have haunted me that night to rest. I feared that something was coming for us, something big. Marcel and I had just gotten a hold of New Orleans and yet, there was danger at every turn. Danger which could cost the positions Marcel and I had in the French Quarter, danger which would cost me my child. I knew I had to be weary. I had to be careful with my choice of words and actions. Marcel was watching me paint. He sat down on the couch and got himself a bottle of bourbon, seeing for himself the beautiful sun rising. "You know, you don't have to do this to fix your relationship with the wolf." Marcel told me and I growled when I heard the way he was calling her. Marcel raised his hands. "I was just kidding. I just don't understand why you don't just sit back, relax and admire a view instead of wasting time and energy to paint it. I don't get it. What's wrong with just looking and enjoying the moment while it lasts?" He took a swig of the bourbon as I stared at him seriously from the corner of my eye. This was the man I was ruling New Orleans with. Marcellus never had the vision I had, but he had enough to rebuild this city from the ashes. And for that, I had to thank him. "You don't understand and I don't expect you to, Marcellus. We share different visions when it comes to enjoying views. I make the view last for an eternity, while you just let it slip away." I responded calmly as I let the brush touch the paper and let it take me wherever it wanted. "Who are we going to threaten today?" Marcel asked with a smirk on his face. "No one." I responded and Marcel frowned. "What happened with the werewolves yesterday?" "I thought I already told you." "You didn't tell me much. What? Did Hayley throw a bitch fit or something? That girl is very loyal to her pack, Klaus. She could harm our business and the way we run things around here. You need to realize who you got knocked up. You are stuck with the Werewolf Queen of all people." Marcel took another swig of that drink. I turned around and grabbed the bottle from him, setting it down. This is a day of peace, Marcellus. I want to keep it that way, if you please." "Peace? What peace?" "When we agreed to rule New Orleans together, we agreed to have peace in this town. We will try to do so." "Yeah, that's right. But something tells me that after the little rough patch you had with the werewolves; it didn't go so well now did it?" I rolled my eyes and set down the brush, finishing my work in minutes. I had managed to make even Marcel's mouth drop when he saw. "The sky, it's…" "…Cerulean Blue. My favorite color." I whispered as I realized what this color meant for me: peace. "No one has faith that we will bring any peace. Why should we even bother? We should just let all species live their lives the way they want. And we rule the way we want." Marcel told me and put his arm around me. I sighed and stared at my painting just a little while longer. Something was missing. Then I went right ahead and painted in a white wolf on a beautiful meadow when Marcel was not looking. I knew exactly who I have drawn, not that I've ever seen her in wolf form before but I just had a feeling that the color of her fur is shimmering white in the moonlight, a Queen's fur. Marcel set down his glass and patted my back. "I'm full. I better go see how Cami's doing. She was pretty wasted after a night like the last one." He told me and I grinned, amused by the on and off relationship the two were having. I wasn't prepared to see the look on Rebekah's face when she'll find out and neither was Marcel. Either way, when Rebekah has the chance to be free from the drama in New Orleans, what are the chances that she would come back, I wondered.
Hayley's POV
I heard my name being called a couple of times, but I took it as a part of my dream. I had a very strange dream that I would rather not share with anyone. "Hayley!" someone called out again and I snapped out of my trance, waking up and yawning. I saw myself covered up in blankets, still in my clothes. Eve was shaking her head as she offered me something to drink. "What's going on?" I asked. "Everyone is up, and you know what that means." she told me and I frowned. "What are you talking about?" "It's time that you told the others exactly what you told me last night, sweetie." "Eve, I told you that I am not ready." "You don't have a choice. You know that you need us and your plan won't work unless you have us prepared and by your side. You owe everyone an explanation." "No, Eve." "Hayley, everyone wants to get out of here. They want their lives in New Orleans back. Do you really think that we are going to get them back with Klaus and Marcel's reign in New Orleans? I sure as hell don't believe that. You are our only hope to getting out of here, Hayley." I got out of the cave and stood firm as Eve moved out after me. "Why are you pushing this on me, Eve? This is not how it is supposed to go. I am your leader and you will do as I say." "Until you reclaim your throne we cannot recognize you as our leader, Hayley, I'm sorry." Finally she came over to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "What do you have to lose? You are just getting some help, sweetheart. Nothing other than that. Everything will be alright. Why are you backing out?" I was shocked. "I am not backing out! Rebekah and I will be taking over New Orleans." "Then let us help you. You said that you need allies and everyone here will be your allies." "I don't wish for any of you to get hurt. If Klaus finds out about our plan to take him down…I don't even want to think about what he will do to you." "So this is about Klaus?" "Yes, of course. Everything has to do with him. He has more power than Marcel could ever hope to have. That is why Rebekah and I must be weary. I will not let the two take down New Orleans. They cannot control and maintain the peace, much less offer it so Rebekah and I will be doing just that, but if this plan goes down, you are all going to get hurt, every single person involved with Rebekah and I in the plan will get hurt. I do not want that for my pack. I don't wish to bring you any harm, please try to understand that, Eve." "We are ready for whatever will come. If you want to be our Queen, you have to do what is right and you have to lead us in this battle. We are ready and we are not going to back down, if that's what you're also worried about." The werewolves in the bayou have already left their caves and have been listening to the conversation between Eve and me. "Hayley!" Jackson called out and I turned around to face him. He stood there with Oliver. "Tell us exactly what is going on, please!"
I found myself face to face with the entire Crescent Wolves pack and Eve was motioning for me to go ahead and tell them all my plan. "I do not wish to make this too complicated for you to understand so I am just going to tell you in a simple way. Rebekah and I are planning on taking over New Orleans." Jackson frowned. "What do you mean? Klaus' sister? What does she have to do with this?" "Rebekah is as of this moment my best friend and she wants peace in this city just as much as I do. There will never be a peace as long as Klaus and Marcel are calling the shots. Davina and Sophie, the witches are with us and for us to succeed in this plan, we need more allies." "And you want us to get involved?" Oliver asked and I nodded. "And who exactly is going to rule New Orleans if we do manage to take Klaus and Marcel down which is very unlikely." Jackson wanted to know and I pointed a finger at myself. "Rebekah and I will lead New Orleans down the correct path. This city will be at peace and the werewolves will get the respect and the proper treatment that they deserve. You will all have free entries in the city. There will be no more hiding in the bayou. You can return." "And you mean to tell me that Rebekah Mikaelson is okay with this? Hayley, you will be falling into your own trap. No Mikaelson can be trusted and just because you are carrying the Mikaelson heir that does not mean that Rebekah will not find a way to sabotage you so only she remains Queen." Oliver stated and some of the other werewolves agreed. "You are all being ridiculous if you think that Rebekah is anything like Klaus. Rebekah wants everything that I want and she is not hungry for power and revenge. She will do whatever it takes for this city to gain the power and force as it once had." Jackson and Oliver looked at each other. "And you want us to become you're allies." "I am not asking you, Jackson, I am telling you. When I will be Queen of New Orleans, you will get everything that you have ever wanted and there will be peace. You have only to gain by siding with me." "Hayley, we have been siding with you since the beginning. You are the last living Labonair heir. We respect you just as we've always respected your relatives, but you are asking us to go against our worst enemies, the worst enemies to werewolf kind, Klaus Mikaelson and Marcel Gerard." "Klaus is not your enemy." "He will be when he finds out what we're up to." Eve stepped in. "Your Queen is asking you to fight for the city that we all love and you know very well that is what we will all do. We are going to fight and we are going to win this war one way or another. There will be no surrendering this time in front of neither Klaus nor Marcel. We take back what should have been ours from the beginning. This city was ours, before the vampires took it from us!" Eve exclaimed and the werewolves were getting excited. Eve stepped back and motioned for me to go on. "Thank you." I whispered to her and she whispered back with a smile, "No problem." "So, will you fight, or will you just spend the rest of your days in this bayou, having the vampires, witches and the humans above you as species. We have the chance to become superior and we will!" I exclaimed and they nodded. "We fight!" Jackson exclaimed and raised his fist. The others followed, doing the same thing. I smiled, very proud of my own pack, but something in the pit of my stomach still didn't feel right. I wondered why that was. Then I recalled the other peaceful night when Klaus and I walked together through the bayou. He said things that deep down, he knew would affect me and I hated the way it did.
"So, this is what you usually do?" I asked as we continued walking into the night. He looked at me confused by my question. "Do you bring girls like me in the swamp this often?" He smirked "No, love. I prefer to take girls to different places that they would enjoy opera, art and many others." "No concerts? What kind of man are you? You don't even know what women like." He snapped his head in my direction and watched the playful smile on my face as I continued walking alongside him. "You underestimate me, love. I know plenty about women." I smiled as I looked at him. "Well, not about me, you don't." I whispered as I kept walking. We walked side by side and I felt I couldn't help but stare at him without stopping. A smirk appeared on his face as he stepped in my way. "Try me, little wolf." I looked surprised at his way of thinking and moved past him, walking slowly. He continued walking with me as I held his jacket on me. "You love music. I can hear you listening to your favorite melody every single night, Innocence by Avril Lavigne." My head snapped up and looked at him. I looked away as he continued speaking with a smile on his face. "I know for a fact that you use music as a metaphor for control, as I do with my paintings. I know that you carry a special blanket with you and sleep with it at night when you get nightmares. I know that you were abandoned when you were a child. I know for a fact that your adoptive parents didn't treat you as you deserved to be treated. I know that you search for family and love in this world just as much as I do. I know that we want the same things in life, little wolf and I know you better than you know yourself." He stepped in front of me with that last sentence. I stared deep into his eyes and whispered, "We're a lot alike." He smiled, "Yes, we are." He rested his hand on my arm as neither one of us broke the eye contact. "Which is why I think it would be better for us and for our child if we were to learn to get along, rather than fight in that household each day, little wolf." He was sincere with me. I nodded. "I agree." before I started walking again and said, "We're almost there." "Wait." He called out for me and grabbed my arm as he heard something. There was something moving in the bushes. He sighed when he realized there were just some animals that couldn't pose a threat to us. "When will Rebekah come back to us?" I asked him and he frowned. "You seem eager for Rebekah to get back, little wolf. Is there something wrong?" I simply shook my head. "I am just asking. I am in need of her company." "You have Davina, love." "It's not the same. Rebekah is my best friend. She's the only best friend I've ever had. I don't intend on losing her just yet." He frowned even more. "Rebekah's leave was quiet unexpected, especially since I have just regained New Orleans back. Rebekah has always wanted her family to become one and once that happens, she leaves. Am I to understand that even though you two are such good friends, she didn't tell you anything about her leave of absence?" I eyed him, annoyed. "How am I supposed to know anything? I am the one trying to find her, remember?" "Oh, yes, of course. I wasn't accusing you of anything, love. Marcel believes that Rebekah is up to something and I intend on finding out what." I stopped in my tracks and turned around to face him. "Well, maybe you should just leave her be. You and Marcel have both brought pain and suffering into her life. Why don't you just let her enjoy some days of freedom?" "My relationship with my sister is none of your business little wolf and may I also remind you that Marcel has recently broken her heart. Perhaps the only reason she left was to find a way to stay away from him, which makes it unacceptable for her to just leave without saying anything." I sighed and continued walking, leaving him with his thoughts as we walked through the muddy and very dark place of the bayou. He was being impossible…but bearable.
"Hayley, join us in celebration, our Queen!" I heard Jackson exclaim as he grabbed my hand and kissed it. I laughed a little but pulled my hand away from him. I knew that he was trying to charm his way into my life further. I never wanted to become romantically involved with Jackson no matter how much dear of a friend he was to me. I knew that he cared for me, but he was just not the man for me. I could never see him more than a good brother, a brother who was going to help me gain control of New Orleans. I was taking care of my pack and for that I was proud, but Eve's words, asking me whether or not I was ready to betray Klaus like this still rung in my head and I had no idea how to answer her. I was ready to rule, but I wasn't ready for him to find out about our plan. I knew what would happen. He will find out eventually.
Sophie's POV
"You're crazy, you know that?" Davina was standing in front of me in the coven with the proposition she had. "Why? It's the perfect solution and you know it." "There is no way in hell I am going to agree to do something like this, Davina. If Hayley finds out or Rebekah…" "They will not. I love them both as my sisters. They are practically my family and through this, I am going to help them take control of New Orleans." "Do you even listen to yourself? If you do this, you will ruin everything and there will be no going back to the way it was before. Davina, you are planning on putting this entire town in danger! Rebekah and Hayley will never agree to this and I am going to tell them." Davina sighed and whispered, "He will be on our side when he comes back." "Have you lost your mind? He is on no one's side and Rebekah has tried this kind of thing before years ago, and it ended up with New Orleans destroyed from where Marcel started building from the ashes. I am not going to be a part of what you are doing Davina, I refuse!" I told her firmly and she was throwing a fit but I didn't care. I was just about to call Hayley and let her know of the madness Davina was thinking about doing. If we were to bring that man back, there will be no one ruling New Orleans anymore and there will definitely be no peace but Davina was stupidly telling me that it was the only way to get Marcel and Klaus frightened to their wits. Not only that but it would get all of us scared to our wits and I was not about to just stand like this and watch. I knew that she was just trying to help out her friends but she was doing it in the worst possible way. I went closer to her and pulled her in a big hug. "Listen to me, okay?" Davina nodded and waited for me to continue. "We are going to win this time and we will not let Klaus or Marcel get in our way. Once Rebekah and Hayley take over, everything will change for the better, for all of us. But we are not going to bring him back. It is not an option. He is dead and he better remain dead for the good of the people in this town. He killed thousands the night New Orleans was burned down. Do you really want to do this to innocent people? I know you, Davina and you are not that kind of person." Davina looked down a bit ashamed at what she was about to suggest doing and I could completely understand her but this was not our way. We were to protect the people of New Orleans, not put them in danger. We've learn our lessons of what happens when you bring people back from the dead. I've been thinking about bringing my sister back thousands of times, but I knew that I would just be stirring up trouble. She should just remain as she is, on the other side. "Sophie, what if everything goes wrong?" Davina asked me. "According to Hayley, nothing can go wrong if we stick to the plan. Frankly I have had enough of both Klaus' and Marcel's rules. It's about time we get some females leading this town and with Hayley and Rebekah as Queens, hopefully this town will finally get the peace it deserves. I just hope we won't be too late to save this city." "Yeah, me too." Davina agreed with me. "We just have to wait for Rebekah to get back and we begin." I told Davina and she gave me a firm nod as determined as she was to get this over with.
Marcel's POV
There she was, in her room, sleeping soundly. I didn't want to wake her since she had a pretty rough night and I don't think that she could remember anything from it. She turned in her bed and opened her eyes, standing up a bit startled. "What are you doing here?" she asked me and I put my hands up in the air. "Calm down, Cami! It's just me. I came over here to see if you're better. You drank a whole lot last night. Are you alright?" Camille was looking at me weary before sighing and getting out of bed, going to the bathroom. "What happened last night?" I was shocked to hear her ask that. "You really don't remember?" Cami bit her lip and at that moment I think that she could remember something. "I know we…um…we…" she began and I went closer to her, wrapping my arms around her. "We slept together." I concluded and Cami nodded. "Yep, that is all I can remember. Then we went back to the bar…and I can't remember anything else." "You got drunk, we almost slept together again if Klaus hadn't shown up and saw us." Camille turned red. "Klaus saw us?" I nodded. "It's a good thing we stopped. Things would have gone a hell of a lot embarrassing for the both of us." "What did Klaus want?" Marcel just shrugged. "Just some business with the werewolves we needed to take care of." Camille nodded. "Has he said anything about Rebekah?" she asked me and I frowned. "Why all the sudden interest in Rebekah, sweetheart?" Camille shrugged. "I am just curious. She has left this city without saying a word and she looks as if she is not coming back anytime soon." There was an awkward silence between us that I could no longer stand. "Cami, what are we?" I asked her. She didn't look surprised at the question. Smart girl like her probably figured out that this question would be coming sooner or later. "I don't know. Look, Marcel, we were both pretty wasted last night and…I don't think I was acting like myself." She told me and I felt rejected but I was not going to stop here. I needed this woman in my life. "Cami, all I am asking for is to give this a shot. You know that you felt something last night just as I felt something. Let us give this a try, please. I know you might be afraid that well…I am a vampire and you know how we vampires are and you are just a human and you want to live your human life but…look, all I am asking for is a chance. Can you offer me one?" Camille got herself washed up in the bathroom and got dressed in more proper clothes. When she came back out, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I grinned. "What was that for?" "That was me agreeing to give you one chance." We both smiled, but it all pretty much went to waste when I got a phone call from Klaus. "What do you want?" "Vampire business, what else? Finish up and meet me at the bar!" "Alright! I just need a couple more minutes." "I said it's important, Marcellus!" He yelled at me through the phone. I ended the call and Cami looked at me worried.
"Am I keeping you from your business with Klaus?" she asked me and I shook my head. "No. I am going to stay here and I am not going to leave until I find out what is wrong with you." I told her and she looked at me, shocked. "What are you talking about?" Camille asked me and I shook my head. "I know something is wrong with you, Cami, and it's not because you were drinking all through the night with me. Tell me what's bothering you, sweetheart. You know you can trust me." Cami bit her lip, worried and I knew for sure that something was up. "Marcel, I had a very strange dream last night." I frowned. "What kind of dream?" "Just one of those dreams that you don't usually have and it looked so real as if I was actually living the moment or placed in there by someone. I realized from her description that this was not just an ordinary dream of hers. This must have been serious. "Tell me about the dream." I was ready to make a very special call. "I was on Bourbon Street, the city was on fire. I was frightened but it was like I was standing there watching, but no one saw me, like I was invisible. Vampires were fighting the werewolves and the witches in the streets. It was horrible and tragic." Cami whispered and she caught my attention. "In this dream of yours, the werewolves and the witches were allies against the vampires?" I asked her and she nodded. "There were two witches leading and the werewolves were in their wolf forms of course and very brutal to vampires. I looked up and I saw another two women standing at the balcony of the Mikaelson estate. One was blonde and the other was brunette, but I couldn't see their faces." I stood up from the chair almost immediately. "Marcel, did I say something wrong?" I shook my head. "There is nothing to worry about, Cami. Just get some rest, sweetheart." She giggled. "I can't rest. I have to go to work." I shook my head. "I will make sure they give you the day off so you can rest. You had a tough night." I told her, gave her a kiss on the lips and left her room and out her door, phone to my ear at once.
Klaus' POV
I was about to throw chairs over and start yelling out in rage, had Marcel not come when I asked him to. I thought it was him walking through the door but it was only Hayley. My anger stopped as the emotions I felt inside were of worry and care whenever I saw the little wolf. She didn't smile at me and barely looked at me as she made her way upstairs. She was avoiding me. I could not have that anymore from her. I ran up the stairs and put myself in between her and her room. "Where have you been, love?" I asked her. "In the bayou, where you left me, remember?" she said in barely a whisper, trying to get me out of her way, but I grabbed her arm. "What is wrong with you? Why are you pushing me away again, love?" She finally looked deep into my eyes and what I saw was sorrow and pity. "What are you hiding from me?" I asked as I knew her better than she thought. She blinked quickly and turned her head away only to have me grab her chin and force her to look at me. She didn't move, and she didn't do anything to make me leave her alone. She just stood there and looked into my eyes. I knew something was disturbing her, just as I knew when we were walking in the bayou together, but she refused to tell me. I sighed and finally pulled my hand away. She didn't move her head away; she just kept staring at me. Then, I remembered the painting I made that morning with the beautiful sunlight on a white wolf, the kind of wolf I had a feeling she was. "The baby kicked today in the bayou." Hayley finally managed to break the awkward silence. "What?" I asked her. She nodded and looked away. "She finally kicked…but you weren't there to feel her first kick." "Who felt it?" I asked, anger rising up inside of me when I imagined the worst. "Jackson…and other members of my family." Hayley told me and I roared. "Why would you let him feel it?" "I needed someone to do that in your place. Forgive me! It is not my fault!" "You asked me to leave you in the bayou and I did. It was a favor to you, little wolf. I have been trying to do everything I could to give you space, to let you be with your family, to offer you care and yet none of that seems to work for you. I wanted to make you happy. I hated all this time to see you miserable here, love. Why is it difficult for you to understand that?" She didn't do anything. She just continued to look away and I sighed as I wrapped my arms around her, raising her chin once more. She didn't look uncomfortable at the closeness of our bodies and faces and just looked deep into my eyes. "I have something to show you." I whispered and she opened her mouth to respond when the door opened and Marcel barged in. "Sorry to interrupt!" he said with a smirk on his face as Hayley and I backed away from each other. "Klaus, we need to talk now, in private." He said, looking at Hayley and she nodded, backing herself away from me and into her room. I looked enraged to Marcel and he raised his eyebrow. "Have I really interrupted something important to you?" "Yes. And I probably would never get another moment like this one ever again, but go ahead. Tell me what it is you want to urgently talk to me about. I have something just as important to tell you."
"Cami had a dream last night!" Marcel exclaimed as he walked up the stairs towards me and I rolled my eyes. "What a revelation! You came here to talk to me about some girl's dream? Be reasonable, Marcellus and leave the pointless nightmares out of a King's job to rule." I told him and he stopped me from leaving. "It is not just that! This dream, the way Cami described it was very special. It was not just an ordinary dream and the content of this dreams brings up suspicions." he told me and I crossed my arms over my chest. "Has she told you what this dream is about?" "Yes." "Well, go on then! Talk!" I ordered and he started telling me everything I needed to know. "She was in the middle of a war in New Orleans. The witches and the werewolves were allies against the vampires. Two witches were leading the coven into war while two women stood on the outside balcony of this house and watched. Cami described them as a blonde and a brunette but couldn't say any more. She couldn't see these women's faces or the witches leading the coven." My smirk disappeared from my face when I heard that, but I didn't believe such nonsense just yet. "And why would you take this dream under your magnifying glass, Marcellus? What is so special about it?" I asked him. Marcel gulped. "It's the same kind of dreams Davina used to have." "What do you mean?" "Davina could see the future through these kinds of dreams, which is what I am saying." Marcel and I climbed down the stairs and thought this through. "Why would Camille be having these dreams?" "This is what I find very strange." I sat and thought about it for a minute. A blonde and a brunette, leading an army against vampires, which means against them. "Someone is plotting against us." I finally concluded and Marcel groaned. "We just started something big in this city and already someone wants to take us down?" "You said Cami dreamt of a blonde and a brunette. Who are these women?" "Probably some blasts from the past." Marcel whispered. I ran a hand through my hair and Marcel crossed his arms. "What is it that you needed to tell me so urgently?" "Davina is gone." "What do you mean she is gone?" he asked and I gave him a look. "I mean that she's run away. Our most powerful weapon has run away. Do you understand what this means?" Marcel started panicking. "Well we can't just sit around here. We have to do something!" I slammed my fists on the table. "Oh, we're going to do something alright." I whispered. "What do you mean?" he asked me. "I mean that you have to prepare yourself, Marcellus because this story will not end well."
Rebekah's POV
We were in my Ferrari and just outside the Mikaelson Mansion. We have finally arrived back in New Orleans. Genevieve was right next to me, looking at her watch. "Nice timing." she told me and I nodded, grinning as I knew my abilities as an Original Vampire. "We have to get inside now and surprise my brother and my ex. You know what you need to do, Genevieve." She was looking around the town. "This place is gorgeous! I haven't been here in ages and I can't wait to see Nik. I haven't seen him for a long time either." I snapped her back to reality and was about to remind her of the little white lie that Klaus was into Hayley and was not interested in any other girls. "You need to pull yourself together and remember why you are here. This is not a game. Hayley and I are not playing. This is serious and we have a plan we need to follow." I told her and she rolled her eyes. "Don't worry about it! I am a part of this just as much as you are now. Do you really think that I would be so reckless as to get myself caught by others? You don't know me at all and I am surprised since we used to be best friends once." "Not anymore. We are partners in crime. Now, let's get moving." I told her and out of the car we went and entered the mansion uninvited. I immediately saw Niklaus and Marcel standing there with Hayley. Hayley grinned and ran towards me, pulling me into a huge hug. "Welcome home! It's about time!" she told me. "Sorry to keep you waiting." I said and pointed at the redheaded witch next to me. "Genevieve?" Klaus asked, surprised that she was alive. "I know, Nik! Quite a shocker, but she and I met in Paris, reconnected and she told me she wanted to come back to her old hometown so I thought it wouldn't be a big deal to bring her along." Genevieve was grinning like crazy at Nik and was giving Hayley death stares. She looked at me, surprised by the redhead's reaction. "What's wrong with her?" I just shook my head. "I'll tell you later about it. We are in no position to discuss anything right now." I whispered before I could hear my brother talking. "Well, sister, you came here just in time. Davina has run off and we need to find her." I tried to act very surprised. "Did she now? What could the little witch be up to?" I asked myself and Hayley shrugged. "I am getting started on the search. Put every witch and vampire on the look-out for her. That girl is too dangerous to be kept unsupervised, wherever she may be." Niklaus said and then left us. Genevieve decided to go and visit the coven of witches while Hayley and I stayed but we couldn't discuss anything with Marcel there, who was looking at me stunned. Hayley noticed something was happening so she decided to back down a little as Marcel approached me. "I didn't know you would be back so soon." he whispered. "I told you I would be here at the right place and at the right time and here I am, Marcellus." I said to him and without another word, I was prepared to leave but he grabbed my arm. "Wait!" he said but then he was lost for words. I pulled my arm back and said, "You made your choice, Marcellus. Rule New Orleans with my brother like you've always wanted. You have relinquished your right to touch me." I grabbed Hayley and together we made our way to her bedroom.