Kings & Queens of NOLA

by 225Starburst

In chess, you win when you defeat the King and the Queen is your most powerful weapon. This is a story about love/hate relationships between two Queens and two Kings in which passionate love and thirst for power are at battle in the heart of New Orleans. There is a thin line between love and hate. Which will conquer? Passionate Love or the Thirst for Power? Long may they Reign!

12. The Awakening

Previously in Kings & Queens Of NOLA, Klaus and Hayley had a calm discussion about Genevieve which led to an argument, while Camille had gotten sick and Marcel did everything in his power to try and help her, even go to Genevieve for help. Klaus had told Hayley that Genevieve would be moving in with them at The Abattoir, as Marcel informed Klaus that for her own safety, Camille would be moving in too. Camille warns Rebekah to stay away from Marcel and finally, we had Davina find out that Camille and Genevieve have a hidden plan and a secret. In this chapter, there will be a small banquet in which secrets will start pouring out and we'll see two very interesting dances between the main pairings, as well as Camille's secret revealed to Marcel that will BLOW your minds. Thanks for the reviews and please leave me more after this. Long May They Reign!

Hayley's POV

"This is too dull and this one is too simple. How are you supposed to choose between these two? It is unbelievable!" Rebekah complained as she dragged me out of the shop. Yes, it was early in the morning and Rebekah had dragged me out in town to get us some good dresses for the banquet that Klaus would host this evening. It was supposed to be a spectacular night but I had no idea how I was going to feel about meeting up with Klaus again after our fight about Genevieve. I hadn't told Rebekah about it much and she just assumed that I played my part well in making him leave Davina alone. I groaned as Rebekah found another store. "Would you tell me what we are looking for? And you shouldn't keep dragging me like this! Remember that I still am a hormonal and pregnant werewolf." I informed her and she smiled. "Come on, Hayley! I'm doing this for you too. I want us to glow tonight at the banquet." There was some bitterness in her tone and I couldn't help but wonder… "Hey, this isn't about Cami, right?" I asked and she frowned. "What does she have to do with anything?" "You told me that she hasn't been acting very nice to you for the last couple of days. I thought that maybe your chance of looking glamorous would…" "Would what?" "I don't know. I just think that you want to show her up, that's all." I whispered and Rebekah smirked. "What? Like you don't want to show Genevieve up?" "Of course I do!" "Then help me find the perfect dresses for us to wear tonight."

We had been looking for hours and there were no dresses that would really suite Rebekah. "These are all bloody pathetic." she would complain every now and then. "Rebekah, this isn't really a formal party. It's just a banquet." "Aha!" Rebekah exclaimed and pulled something out. Clearly, she hadn't paid attention to what I had just said. "Like the Queens we are the official Queens that we are going to be, I present you this gorgeous dress." She showed me something really beautiful. A strapless, mermaid-like dress, the color lavender. Rebekah knew perfectly well what fit me the best. I smiled and imagined myself in it. It would look stunning. "I have the perfect accessories for it at home." Rebekah told me and I took the dress into my hands to feel the soft material. "Okay, I'll take it." I told her and she clapped, buying the dress for me. We made our way out of the shop and I continued to look at the dress that was now safely rested in my bag. I didn't even hear Rebekah when she asked me something. The problem was that I wasn't only thinking about the dress. I was thinking about that special someone that I would get to meet tonight in this dress. "Earth to Hayley!" Rebekah yelled out and I snapped out of my thoughts. "What? What did you say?" I asked and Rebekah fluffed her hair. "I wanted to ask you about the werewolves. You know what Sophie said. On the full moon, we have to finally act and we don't have much time. Those wolves better be ready. Are they? What have they told you?"

I honestly don't know why I did it. My first instinct was to lie to my best friend because truth be told, I didn't want the werewolves to be ready. I didn't want to put this plan into action after all, and I couldn't tell Rebekah that. I would lose her complete trust and faith in what we were trying to build in the city. I was hoping that the city would be fine even without us taking over. Klaus did promise me that we would all get what we deserve. He wasn't a bad King when I thought about it. He cared about his position, his friends, family and his people and not to mention that he loved our daughter so much. I could see it in his eyes the way he looked at my belly. I couldn't do something like this to him. I felt like the minute I would do this, I would break his heart. "Hayley! What did the wolves say?" Rebekah asked me again and this time, I answered. "They didn't say anything. I don't know if they're ready or not."

Sophie's POV

Maybe it was about time I visited her. I haven't seen her since forever and we did have a special witch connection. Maybe I could talk to her about this plan more openly with a witch like her than with Rebekah or Hayley. Davina smiled at me as I entered her room. I didn't know if I was allowed to enter the Abattoir but frankly, I didn't care. "How are you holding up?" I asked her and just smiled, shaking her head. "Thanks to Hayley I won't have to go through all the pain and torture from Klaus to get information out of me." I nodded. "You can always count on Hayley when you want to keep Klaus distracted. It works almost every time. I don't know what she does to keep him in check." Davina didn't say anything after that. I was starting to wonder if she had made her full recovery or not. She didn't look like herself. "Davina, is something wrong?" I asked and she looked at me like she was waiting for me to ask her that.

"Genevieve is up to no good. She even got Camille into her evil plan this time." Davina told me and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Camille? What are you talking about? I don't think that is going to happen, Davina. Camille isn't the time to go along with whatever Genevieve has cooked up against us." "Camille is obsessed with Marcel and she would do anything to get him to herself, including helping Genevieve." "Davina, is there something that I should know?" I asked and Davina sighed before whispering, "I heard them talk about a plan of theirs once they moved here. Camille said something about wanting to tell Marcel tonight at the banquet something important and Genevieve looked proud that something she planned worked." Davina explained to me. "You actually heard them say that?" "Yes, and I think that our plan is in jeopardy, especially since Genevieve knows so much about it. She's on Klaus' side now with her own twisted little schemes. I am surprised that she hadn't told him until now what is going on." "She must have something else planned then. Davina, if you heard this and it is the truth, then it is up to us to find out what is going on." "The banquet tonight. Are you going?" she asked me and I shook my head. "I can't. I have the potion for the werewolves to finish right now." I explained and rubbed my chin. "But Hayley and Rebekah are attending. I am sure that they will get to the bottom of this. Genevieve is not screwing us up again, not anymore." I promised.

Rebekah's POV

We had been walking around for hours and I could hear Hayley's tummy starting to rumble. She was hungry and it was no good to keep a pregnant woman unfed, but I just had to find the perfect dress for myself. I couldn't let Hayley be the only stunning woman tonight at the banquet. "Rebekah, we can come back but after we get something good to eat, please." I was about to respond but I felt suddenly breathless by what I saw in front of me. It was an antique store. "Rebekah, are you okay?" Hayley asked me. She saw that I was focused on something in the glass window. A dress, an old yet exquisite dress. I remembered it perfectly.

1894, New Orleans

"You look so beautiful tonight. Lovely dress." Marcel complimented me as I strode into the ballroom and giggled. "A real charmer, aren't you?" "I was just making polite conversation with the gorgeous girl right in front of me." "Just polite conversation?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows. He knew what I wanted and he didn't hesitate to ask at once. "Rebekah Mikaelson, would you acre to dance with me?" he asked and I pretended to think about this for a moment, before nodding with a smile and he pulled me into his arms, wrapping them around my waist. The famous New Orleans jazz poured into the ballroom and we danced slowly to the music.

"Maybe this is the right time to let you know that I missed you." Marcel whispered in my year, making me blush. What was happening between us was something no one could stop from exploiting, not even my overprotective brother, Niklaus. "I love you, you know. I will always love you, Rebekah." Marcel whispered in my ear and that made me tear up inside. I was hungry for him. I wanted him for myself. I wanted us to be together forever, nothing to dare and keep us apart. "What about Nik? You know that he warned you to stay away from me. In fact, I don't know how he is going to feel about us dancing right now. "I rested my chin on his shoulder as he danced with me. "I am sure he doesn't mind a dance." "But we're so intimate. It's not appropriate, Marcellus." "I care and love my mentor, Rebekah. Klaus is the man who raised me but to hell with him if he tells me one more time that I can't be with the woman I love."

That was the night Marcel had truly confessed his feelings for me and it was the night that Niklaus really found out what was going on between us. Surprisingly, he allowed us to be together, kissing my cheek and telling me to be happy. That was the moment I realized how much I loved my brother. He really did care for my happiness and for a moment, I realized what I was about to do to two people I cared about. The exact dress I had worn in 1894 at that ball was in the antique shop and I knew that I had found the perfect dress. Could remember giving it away all those years ago. "Hayley, I have found the perfect dress." I told her and pointed at the one in the glass window and Hayley frowned. "That's a really old dress, Rebekah. Don't get me wrong. It is glamorous but don't you think that it is a little out of the fashion ways these days?" she asked me and I shook my head. "That was my dress once, Hayley. Someone has made it especially for me. There is no other dress like this in the world. I danced with Marcel that night in 1894." Hayley's mouth dropped when she heard that. "Then what are you waiting for? Get your dress back." Hayley ordered me and I laughed, nodding.

Klaus' POV

I needed everything to be perfect tonight! I had my own reasons why. Genevieve and Camille would be coming to live with us and I had to create a good impression about them. Marcel was in his room, trying out many tuxes and thought about which would be the most appropriate for a night like this one. But I saw it in his eyes that his mind was somewhere else. I already had the tux I had chosen for tonight on and I was ordering the caterers around, regarding food, music and space with decors. The banquet may not be such a big event but it had to be special, because I was introducing Genevieve to the family and…I had to speak to someone else about important things between us. That being, the atmosphere had to be perfect.

"I didn't even know you like Genevieve that much." Marcel commented as he watched me fuss over everything that was presented to me. A lot of things didn't look good enough in my eyes and I wasn't going to accept anything less than perfect for tonight. I just smiled over at Marcel and moved along without answering. "Come on, Klaus! What's the real reason you brought her here?" he asked me and I smirked. "She takes good care of my needs. I need someone like her. I feel she can be trusted." I responded and Marcel raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. I mean, she did help me with Cami's sickness but, she doesn't seem that trustworthy to me. If you ask me, I would think that she's using you for something and you're using her for something else." "Fine! If you want me to be direct about our relationship, I will. Genevieve and I have a very intimate no-strings attached sex life and that's it for now. Also, she happens to be a very powerful witch that I could surely use in the future as I rule. Pardon me, as we rule." Marcel had finished his fitting and gotten to me with his tux looking very well on him.

I nodded at him, giving him my approval of what he had chosen. "I don't want this to mean something it isn't but I think that bringing her here is a little too much. Hayley has already told you that it causes a lot of stress for her and a lot of stress for the baby she's carrying. I told you that and you should do well to care for your own child, Klaus!" "Are you trying to imply that I don't care? I don't know what I must do anymore. I have done everything for the child and for Hayley! I care about them. They're my new family and I care about them!" I lashed out at him and Marcel only eyed me with a frown. "Fine. If you say so. You are so damn lucky to have a child of your own on your way. I will never have one and I think I deserve it more than you." The last part really hurt me. I don't know why. Was Marcel really more worthy to have a child than me? In my mind, maybe I had done everything I could to prove to Hayley how much I want her and the baby in my life but maybe in her eyes, I hadn't. "Hayley." I whispered a little and closed my eyes as I remember our fight the other day. She had broken me, she really had. Her arguments against me really made me think more about what I had to do. A safe community for when my child would be born was what I had promised Hayley. Would I really be able to provide that for our daughter? Could I really do that by myself? Could I make this city safe for her and for Hayley as well? I didn't want the little wolf to turn her back on me, disappointed by the outcome. Bringing Genevieve here, I had disappointed her and that is why I was hoping I would get a chance tonight to make her see reason of why Genevieve should stay by my side for now. I had to get her to understand and I think that I knew how.

Before I knew it, Marcel had come back to me. "What are you up to?" he asked me and I rolled my eyes, pouring myself a glass of scotch. It had become my favorite drink because it reminded me of something special that had happened to me because of this drink. "Drinking and remembering. Memories can be quite pleasant." I responded with a smirk on my lips. "You're the one who will have to deal with Hayley tonight, my friend. You would need a lot of that." He patted my shoulder and pointed at the drink in my hand. I knew what I was in for. Hayley Marshall was strong, like I had complimented her so many times. She had everything that any King would want from a Queen. She was gorgeous, sweet, kind, generous, cunning, vindictive, smart, talented, manipulative, seductive and dangerously sexy at times she wanted. She had it all. There was one person that crawled back into my mind as I thought of this. Elijah. He had his chance with her before he chose to leave us all for Katerina Petrova in Mystic Falls. He was able to win any woman's affections, even a complicated and strong woman like Hayley. He could and his brother was always the second best in any woman's eyes. That was going to change.

I was the King of the city, not Elijah. I could win Hayley's trust and affections easily. All I had to do was lay it on thick this evening, but I knew that she wasn't easy. She was never easy and had only let her guard down in front of me, one time when she was drinking and we ended up creating the miracle baby in her womb. I growled at the thought of her warning that she would call Elijah and he could come and sweep her off her feet. That was a long time ago, when we hated each other and couldn't be friends. Now, it was different but the words still crossed my mind. Elijah was gone, just as he told her once and she was his, this time and no one else's. No one else would ever touch her like that again but him. I had to apologize to her; I had to make things right between us. I couldn't risk losing her. I just couldn't. She had become too special for me, too special for me to admit and I wanted her to trust me completely. I didn't know with what force I had gripped the glass when I thought of another man sweeping Hayley off her feet, but it shared to pieces along with the drink. Marcel came over to me at once.

"Hey, man! Are you alright?" "I'm fine!" "Good! The banquet is starting in one hour so better get ready. It's going to be a bumpy evening." I nodded and sighed, cleaning myself up. We had a big night ahead of us and I was going to make it very worthwhile for some people. Presenting Genevieve…as what? I had no idea what I was going to say. I would have to improvise. And what would Hayley say? Most importantly, why did I care so much about what Hayley would think? I didn't need her permission for this, to invite someone into our home, but somehow, I felt like I needed it.

Rebekah's POV

I don't think that anyone saw us when we entered the compound. There were vampire guards but they weren't anywhere to be found. "Are you alright?" Hayley asked me as she helped me with the shopping bags. "If I knew what my brother and my ex were up to, I would be alright." I responded. As we walked deeper in the compound, noises could be heard of preparations and the ones who were supposed to be decorating the place for a banquet were already here. "I guess we arrived just in time." I told Hayley and she nodded. "Let's try on these dresses." She suggested and I smirked. "I need to see how yours looks on you. I already know how I will look in mine." I whispered and hugged the dress I had missed so much.

Going up in Hayley's room, I could hear his voice down the hall. He was arranging everything. He was doing it, Marcel. I smiled as my memory of us dancing and professing our undying love for one another floated in my mind. We changed in Hayley's room and she was trying on her dress as she watched me gaze at mine. "Are you okay?" she asked and I nodded. "It's just that this dress…holds so many memories of what used to be between me and Marcel." "You don't have to do this, you know. You don't have to wear it if you feel pain whenever you look at it." Hayley was telling me but I shook my head. "No. I want to wear it tonight and I want to know if he recognizes it. I want to know if he remembers. That's all I want." I knew what Hayley was think that it was going to be a little bit awkward for me and for Marcel if he did remember the dress but I knew that it didn't matter. I wanted to feel alive again just like I did that night and the only way I could was to wear this dress once more. Hayley looked stunning in her own dress. It hugged her curves perfectly. "You think so?" she asked, smiling as she looked at herself in the mirror. I braided her hair with a purple flower I had found, that glowed with the lights on it. I put on the dress that I knew would fit me perfectly and put on some pearls, while curling my hair and letting it loose, instead of braiding it like I used to back then. It would after all, be too much. "Ready?" Hayley asked and I took a deep breath, knowing it was time. "Ready. Let's do this. Even if I hate those two, I am not going to throw a fit this time and ruin the dress."

We made our way downstairs in our glorious dresses. For me, I felt like I was in an actual fairytale, finally getting to wear the dress I have always loved. Niklaus and Marcel were waiting downstairs. They both looked up at Hayley and me and we pretended like we couldn't see them but I could see out of the corner of my eyes, Marcel's expression. He remembered the dress. I know he did. Hayley got us some refreshments and she made sure hers didn't contain any alcohol that could affect the baby. Afterwards, we had to hear my brother's speech for the banquet. He was introducing Genevieve and I could feel myself boiling up when I saw her. That traitorous bitch! She was smiling as if she was now more superior than the rest of us. She had quite some nerve. I looked over at Hayley who looked more affected at how Niklaus was holding her hand. "You know well, why I made this banquet happen! To introduce two amazing girls who will be living with us!" Marcel approached the two with Cami, hand in hand. My stomach growled and I knew what I was thinking deep down. I somehow found myself wishing that was me up there with him and not Cami. After Niklaus' speech, everyone applauded, including Hayley. But she wasn't smiling like the rest of the people in that room, and there weren't a lot of them. "Time to dance!" Marcel exclaimed and grinned at everyone there. I could see Camille whisper something in Marcel's ear and then she left the banquet. I wondered what was going on with her. She looked terribly sick. "I'm going to mingle around." Hayley finally whispered and kept her hand pressed to her neck. I thought that she was having baby sickness again but she just shook her head. "I'm fine, I promise. I just think that I need some fresh air. I'll be back in a couple of minutes. Take care." she told me and left me there, bewildered.

"Care for a dance?" I heard him ask me and I looked up onto his dashing face and didn't know what to say. What the hell? I was conspiring to take him and Niklaus down. I should be staying as far away from him as possible. But then again, if I were to get close to him, I would find out more about this King business between him and my brother. I smiled at him and nodded, even though I made sure to look like I was hesitating. He took me into his arms and we started dancing slowly. It reminded me of that night. "What are you playing here, Rebekah?" he finally asked me and I frowned. "Playing what?" "You're showing up here with the dress you wore at that ball in 1894. You really expected me not to remember? Where did you find it anyway?" "It's none of your business. I wasn't even sure that you would remember it." "Why would you wear something like this tonight? What? Were you hoping to impress me?" I finally had it. "You're a jerk!" I told him and turned to leave but he grabbed my arm and spun me around again to face him as his hand was still around my waist. "I am a jerk. I'm sorry." He told me and my eyes softened. "I didn't mean to accuse you that day, Rebekah. It just happened." He told me and I nodded, shaking my head slightly. I couldn't look at him in the eye when he said that. It was too painful to know what I was doing behind his back. I never thought of him as not being a good King, so what exactly was my problem? Was I looking for revenge for him choosing New Orleans over me? Was I looking for revenge because as soon as I was gone, he hooked up with Camille? I couldn't figure out but I also realized something else as I danced with him.

No matter how much I was trying to hide it, I still had feelings for him. No matter how much he would always hurt me, I would still love him. His face came closer to mine at that moment and I thought about what he was going to do. "Rebekah…" he whispered and I was breathing in deeply, waiting for him to say more. But our dance ended when I heard someone call out for him. "Marcel!" It was Camille. She was back. She was smiling at us as Marcel pulled back but I knew that it was that same fake smile of hers that I loathed. "Are you okay?" Marcel asked and she pulled him away from me. "I am fine. I really need to talk to you." "Can't it wait? I was in the middle of a dance…" "No, it can't wait. Now!" Camille demanded and Marcel looked at me with an apology look. I just smiled as he was pulled away by Camille up to an empty room. I stayed there and thought about our close proximity and knew that there was still something going on between us. Inexplicably wrong, but it felt right at that point, so right.

Hayley's POV

I saw them dancing. He was there and she had dragged him to the dance floor as he looked annoyed but accepted. I sighed and watched her lean her head on his shoulder and I looked away. Why would that hurt me so much? It wasn't like I had any feelings for him. He was Klaus! He was just Klaus and I was…me. I didn't think that maybe we would ever…or maybe not…They just kept dancing to the slow music and I had to turn away to some of the delicious punch that I couldn't resist, and the food on the tables looked absolutely delicious that I could help myself and dig in. I ate a chocolate donut and started some ice cream. Damn my cravings! I heard a chuckle behind me and I turned around in shock and saw him standing there with an amused smile on his face. I was not smiling because I remember our fight. I simply crossed my arms over my chest and frowned at him. He mimicked me but he looked amused still. Finally, I groaned and moved him out of my way only to have him grab me and turn me towards him. I gasped at how incredibly close we were and he looked at me straight in that eyes with that sexy British gaze of his that I could never resist. "Dance with me." he whispered.

Believing that I hadn't heard right, I kept my mouth slightly open. "What?" I whispered back as he still held onto me and I looked like I was dipping with his gaze following me. "Share a dance with me, little wolf. Please." He told me and I looked towards Genevieve who looked like she was about to rip someone in half with anger and rage flowing through her. I shook my head and removed his hands from my waist, but he put them right back, not daring to let me go until I accepted. "What's wrong with having a small dance with the mother of my child, love?" he asked me and I looked away. "I don't think that your girlfriend is going to enjoy seeing us dance." This time, Klaus smirked and pulled me onto the dance floor all on his own, bringing me even closer to him as I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, waiting for the slow dance with him that I so desperately wanted. "You are wrong about one thing, love." He whispered. "And what's that?" He smiled mischievously. "She's not my girlfriend. Never was, never will be." I was a little bit shocked, believing that was why he brought her here.

"I thought that was the reason that she's here now." I whispered and he just shook his head again, smiling. "I never saw you as the jealous type, little wolf." "I am not jealous." "Seems like you are. There's no shame in it, I told you." He was so full of himself which could only make me start giggling during our slow dance and he liked it. "Little wolf, please forgive me for what I said to you yesterday. I never intended to be so cruel to you." "It's my fault too, for pushing you like that. You are the King. It's your call after all, not mine." "It could be." Klaus whispered and thought that I had not heard him but I did. "What?" I asked, in shock. "Nothing." he answered quickly and looked away, breaking our eye contact and therefore, our moment. "I don't want you to feel like you're being replaced as the mother of that baby, Hayley. That will never happen as long as I am alive, or rather undead." I smiled at his little joke. He had a way of making me feel good and better about myself, every time. "Then why is she here?" I asked again and I somehow could see the answer right in his eyes. He needed someone to screw around with, to play with, someone willing to cave and give him that sexual desire. I could barely think about it. It made me sick when I thought of the two of them like that, together. I knew that Genevieve had betrayed us and I knew that she hadn't told Klaus about our plan. What was she waiting for? Why was she waiting at all, if this could be the one chance to make Klaus hate me and trust her forever? She was up to something big, then. I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't tell Klaus because then, I would have to tell him about the plan of Rebekah and me taking over New Orleans. I couldn't lose him. I felt like I would break if I did, which is why I lied to Rebekah. The werewolves were ready, but I wasn't. I looked into his eyes and then looked away again. He seemed to sense my uneasiness. Just at that moment, I could feel his fingers pulling my chin up to look at him straight in the eyes and I did. They were so warm. At that moment, I didn't know what he was doing. He was leaning in and then his fingers left my face, wrapping themselves again around my waist. My eyes closed and I could feel his breathing on my face.

I could feel his lips touch mine softly but that was the moment, I looked away, pulling ourselves out of this. I was looking shocked and he was even more shocked. "I should go." I whispered and turned away from him but that was when it happened. Something I was hoping he wouldn't do. He just pulled me right back to him. "Klaus, please…" "I'm sorry, love." He looked sincere and I wished I wouldn't have done something like this. I wish I didn't let him get so close to me and to my heart. "Go to Genevieve, please, Klaus. I need to be alone now." I begged him but he wouldn't let go. "She's not the woman I want." "Then anyone else, but not me, please." I was rejecting his advances and that was hurting him. I could only imagine how many women have done that to him in his past or have chosen Elijah over him. I wanted to comfort him so badly but that was not the time. I couldn't get so intimate with him, not when I knew that sooner or later, he would know what I had been up to behind his back and his heart would break even more. "Little wolf." "I am not that kind of girl, Klaus. You don't want to get involved with me." "What if I do?" "Please don't. Trust me. Don't." He looked like he was pleading with me for a while before nodding slowly and letting my hand go. "I'm sorry I've gone this far, love. I shouldn't have." I didn't like the way he said it. A part of me didn't want him to regret this moment but the bigger part of me did. I was so lost. The only thing I could do was pat his arm, caress his face to offer him some comfort and then I disappeared through the crowd.

Rebekah's POV

I was a bit confused as I saw Hayley and Niklaus dancing really close for a while. Then, after I looked back at them, I could see Hayley looking all emotional and Nik pulling her to him, like he was begging her for something and she wouldn't give in. What the hell was going on? At last, I saw Hayley put her hand on his face and then she walked away from him. I was determined to find out what this was all about but before I could make a move and go to Hayley, to talk to her, I saw the person that I wanted to confront for a long time, right in front of me. "Rebekah, I am so glad that you were able to make it." Genevieve was saying, holding a glass of wine in her hand as she stroked her sleek and black dress. "You little bitch! You played us!" I growled out and approached her and she cackled a laugh. "Easy there, Rebekah. We have guests. You wouldn't want to spoil your brother's night now would you?" "I can guarantee that is the last thing I want to do right now." I replied, sarcastically. "And it is me who should be saying that I am glad you could make it here. This is my home, not yours." "It is now. I have moved in. That's why Klaus threw the banquet, is it not?" she asked and I could feel my cheeks getting warm again. I couldn't stand her any longer. She had ruined all of us. Davina was right.

"This wine is so good." Genevieve mumbled and I took a step closer to her. "What are you doing? We had a deal, Gen!" I growled and she smiled like a devil that she was. "Yes, we had a deal, a deal in which you chose to lie to me, Rebekah. You told me that Nik had feelings for Hayley and when I finally decided to ask him about it, he told me that he had no idea what I was talking about, that Hayley is just the mother bearing his child and nothing more. You lied to me; therefore, I had to return the favor." "You didn't just lie to me. You betrayed us when we trusted you the most." I argued and Genevieve sighed and shook her head. "There are some things that you might just never learn, Rebekah. I am sorry to put you through this, and…" "Why haven't you told him anything yet?" "Nik? Oh, you don't seriously see me as dumb as to tell him about the plan that I once had a part in right?" "Because then you would really lose him." I said with a sly smile. "I just realized that the leash I tied around him is not so tight after all." she said and she looked in Hayley's direction. "What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Let me just give you a fair warning, Rebekah because I like you and we used to be such good friends in the past. I can't let that slide. You and Hayley end your plan against Klaus and Marcel and I won't say a word. It'll be like it never happened and we each go on our ways. It's a win-win situation. And I am not afraid to tell Klaus about it. I could just imply easily that I had nothing to do with this plan. I could spill it all, Rebekah, unless you terminate the plan. I can just see Klaus hovering over you with a steak, ready to put you in a box for another century. And what of Marcel? Oh, don't worry about him! He's going to be in good hands with Cami, especially since he's expecting…" "Expecting what?" I asked and she smirked. "Oh, nothing much. You'll find out on your own sooner or later. Remember my warning, Rebekah. I am still giving you and Hayley a chance to get out of this, clean, out of the goodness of my heart. End it or I will tell Nik everything. Have a good evening." She told me and I frowned at her and growled. She wasn't going to let this go and she would tell Nik everything. I loved my brother too much at this point to make him feel that pain of betrayal again. And what I couldn't figure out was what Genevieve said about Marcel. What was he expecting?

Marcel's POV

"Easy there, Cami. What's going on?" I asked as soon as she pulled me in a room. "Just sit down." She said and I obeyed. This woman was frightening me even more now. "Are you going to tell me…?" "What were you doing, dancing with Rebekah?" Camille asked and I looked at her in hock, unable to say anything to defend myself. She was right. Why had I been dancing with Rebekah? Why had I allowed myself to get so intimate with her again when I promised Cami that she was out of my mind and heart for good? I could understand why she would feel betrayed. I sighed and got up from the bed, wrapping my arms around her. "Hey, you know I would never hurt you like that. There is nothing going on between Rebekah and me, Cami, I swear to you." "It looked different on the dance floor. If I didn't know any better, it would seem as if you were ready to kiss her." She sniffled and there was rage in her eyes. I knew I had upset her now. What was I going to do? At once, she looked frightened. "How do I know that I can trust you?" "Because I am me." "You promised that you would stand by my side, Marcel, you know you did!" She said and I nodded. "And I will." "I need to be certain." "Yes!" "Good. Then promise me that you are going to try harder to stay away from her. She's bad news, Marcel and I do have something important to tell you. Now, I am not even sure I should."

I groaned and sat down with her on the bed, raising her chin so she would look at me. "What is wrong? Are you hurting again?" "No, I mean…I found out why I was feeling so nauseous this morning, Marcel. I know that it may seem impossible, but we have been linked by somewhat of a miracle, just as Klaus and Hayley have been." I thought that I was going mad, that I hadn't heard her correctly. "Wait! What do you mean? Are you saying what I think you're saying?" I asked and she nodded. "Marcel, I'm pregnant and it's your child." Camille finally said it and I got up from the bed in shock. "No, that can't be true, Cami. Vampires can't procreate. You know that. The way Klaus had been able to procreate makes sense but this…" "I know it's hard to understand and I brought Genevieve to make sure and she did a test with her spells. She told me that I am truly pregnant and that you're the father." "Another loophole." I whispered, even though the thought of me having a child seemed impossible still. But as Cami put my hand on her belly, I knew. I felt something alive in there. She was pregnant and we had been sleeping together for quite some time, the two of us. Something must have happened. It happed to Klaus, and now it was happening to me too. My prayers had been heard! A smile appeared on my face as I hugged Cami and she hugged me back. We were going to have a baby. I was going to have a baby, something I have always wanted.

Hayley's POV

There came that time when memories made it hard for me to breathe, as I stood as far away from Klaus as possible this time. Our dance was very overwhelming and I felt like I would faint at any moment. First, he told me that Genevieve was not his girlfriend and that she will never be. Then he wanted to kiss me. What was happening? Were we really getting that close for our own good? I was right when I told him that I am not the kind of girl that he should choose. And I really wasn't. He deserved more than someone who was plotting behind his back to take him down from his throne. I covered my mouth in shock. What will happen when he would find out? What then? He trusts me too much and now…we felt this mutual…I didn't know what.

"Hayley!" I heard someone call out for me and I turned around, a little frightened for some reason. It was Rebekah who was running towards me, the dress making it almost impossible for her. "Hey, are you okay? I saw you dancing with my brother. Did he say something hurtful to you?" I just shook my head. "Okay. Listen, I spoke with Genevieve and we've got a major problem. She said that she didn't tell Nik anything yet because she is a little hesitant that she might have to reveal her part in the plan, which would make him lose all faith in her. She would never be able to have him again. She warned me that if we don't stop our plan, then she is going to tell Niklaus everything and not in a pretty way, might I add." I looked up with watery eyes and she noticed. "Hayley, are you sure you're okay?" she asked and I nodded. "Something just got caught in my eye, that's all. Maybe we should just end this plan." Rebekah's eyes widened. "What did you just say?" "I just don't think I can do this anymore." "Why?" "Because…" "No, you listen to me, Hayley. I know that you are scared of Genevieve's threat but we are not stopping, alright? I am going to tell her that we have, to make her keep her bloody mouth shut and then, we can do it." "Do what?" "We can strike without her realizing it." I sighed and thought about it for a moment, touching my belly. "Okay, then." I whispered.

The night was ending pretty quickly. I looked up at the interior balcony to see Klaus there, looking down at his people, seriously with a glass of wine in his hand. I kept looking at him and his eyes roamed around the place of the small banquet until his eyes met mine and I gulped, and looked away quickly. I had to do some thinking about what happened between us. How could I face him now? At that moment, both Rebekah and I saw Marcel leave the room with Cami, looking absolutely thrilled about something and keeping her close to him. Rebekah was trying to look away, I could see it. Marcel and Klaus began wrapping up and everyone else had started leaving the compound. "I think that maybe we should get upstairs too. I don't want to have to face Genevieve or even Camille again." Rebekah told me and I agreed with her perfectly. I knew that Klaus kept looking at me but I closed my eyes as I walked past him and up to my room as fast as I could.