It had been such a quiet compound without anyone around. Marcel had easily made up a story on where Violet had been not wanting to claim responsibility for his actions. He had told everyone that she had been sleeping and the next thing he knew, she had disappeared. He told the extra vampires to look around but wouldn't give any leads. Tristan promised to return her tonight, apparently after getting to the bottom of the wolf business. But that was one thing that Marcel didn't understand, why he was so concerned about her speaking with his wolves…Unless there had been more to the story.

With the compound to himself, he began to do some looking around wondering if he could find anything. The thing that bothered him the most was that Violet had never told him about talking to another wolf. The whole Jake incident happened over twenty years ago but that still didn't mean anything. He was more worried about his well-being, the city and her life. Starting in the bedroom, he opened up drawers, dug through clothes and looked everywhere that would be a good hiding spot.

Huffing frustrated, he knew that whatever information Violet had on the wolves she had somewhere. She wasn't one to not keep tabs on anyone due to Marcel teaching her to always do so. Thinking of the most obvious and non-obvious places of where there could be something. As he stepped out of the door, Freya was just walking in.

"I came to do a locator spell but I needed something of Violet's. I'm done waiting around. I thought I'd perform one on Rebekah as well so if I could go to her room"

She had bee lined right for the stairs before he could even say anything. Once she reached the top of the stairs, they came face to face. "Early spring cleaning?" She pointed into the room where some clothes were tossed around.

"Apparently Violet has been sharing information in the Bayou of the Bienvenues and I'm just looking for any clues that could lead me to what she was thinking. I have a feeling she's somewhere with Tristan since he did want to talk with her"

"And what would make you think he just wanted to talk? Let's face it; she just doesn't disappear without a trace"

Brushing past him with a map in her hand, she made her way to Rebekah's old room. Hayley had helped clean up the mess and exactly the same way it was before. The only thing that was different was no candles what so ever in the room. Marcel had sighed and followed her in the room.

"So you really think that Rebekah is missing?"

"Well if she told me she was going to be here and never showed up then yes"

Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned on the doorframe as she dug into a drawer over by the bed. Pulling out a clip she wore back in the day, she tucked it into her pocket and glanced over by the large dresser on the other side of the room. Realizing that the door was cracked, she stepped over to it curious what was inside. Opening the closet door, Freya looked around seeing nothing but old clothes. Before she could shut it, Marcel had stepped over and reached up on the shelf of the closet pulling out a safety box. Noticing that it was locked, he flipped lock finding it unlocked.

"What is that?" She asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.

She watched as Marcel had pulled out pieces of paper and Freya walked over picking them. So that's where Violet had hid everything, in Rebekah's old bedroom. Sure it wasn't hidden that well but they both knew she never stepped foot in that room. She opened a piece of paper and stared at the family photo. She had asked if that was her family in which he responded yes. It was strange considering that Violet had never really talked about her family much. Sure, she knew the basics but always wondered what she hid from.

"You've got to be kidding me, give me that photo"

She handed it to him as she leaned against the bed post. He studied both photos and asked for Freya's input. "What am I supposed to be looking at?"

"This is her brother Alexander. When her family had gotten sick, he was probably around the age of thirteen. Now look at this kid, he's not more than sixteen, seventeen, right?"

She nodded putting the two together and looked at him. "Are you trying to tell me this is her brother?"

"She has all this information on this one kid. This Aarick Bivox, she has everything on him from A to Z. In the pictures Tristan showed me, it showed Violet exchanging some sort of papers with a guy named Roman. She has to be thinking that Aarick is Alexander. Name's close enough"

"Don't you think you're jumping to some weird conclusion?"

She really didn't think they looked that much similar despite certain features. Aarick had dark brown hair and reminded her of Kol. Light brown eyes and pale skin, he could maybe pass but she didn't see it. Alexander had lighter hair but that could have just been the old picture. The nose and mouth were similar but Alexander had more boyish features as if he was younger than his real age. Marcel had kept digging through the box looking for more information.

"How could that be her brother? Aarick is a werewolf, he wouldn't be alive"

"Anything's possible. He could have easily turned and not died of disease. Violet told me her Father told her to leave once they all started getting sick fearing that she'd catch it. She already had it of course and that's how she turned. I took her in and she started to succumb to the disease but I turned her. No one would even know if he died or not"

"Marcel, she has a death record of all of them"

Freya now assumed he was being just like Klaus. He tended to jump to conclusion on a lot of things and thought people conspired against him. She wasn't being trick with this story.

"So you're telling me you think Violet's younger dead brother is still alive after all these years and is a werewolf? Wouldn't that make her a hybrid?"

"Unless he's hiding out in the wolves and is a vampire. Think, Tristan could have found him or maybe he wanted to see his sister again. How do I know, all I know is she has all this information on this one guy and millions of photos and memories of her brother"

Tossing everything in the box, he closed it shut and got off of the bed. He was going to look everything over once Freya was gone or she would continue to doubt him. One way or another, he was going to make sense of this whole story.

"You do whatever you need to find them; I'll be in the cellar looking through these things"

He made his way and now it was Freya's turn to follow him out. "What happens when I find them?"

"I'll handle it myself or I'll send the other vampires. We'll get them back"

Moving down the stairs, she pulled the little table out from the corner and brought out a chair. She watched him move right to the wine cellar. "You really believe everything you're saying, don't you?"

"I know Violet, you give her a theory and she'll believe it. Ever since Annalynn had shattered her sisters necklaces, you knew that her family's belongs meant everything to her. If she holds hope that her brother exists, she'll do everything to find out if it's true"