Fourteen

"Found them." Sophie huffed as she pushed back her tangled black hair and put down her shovel. Hayley had managed to get the information in where Celeste was buried through Elijah's journals and now Sophie was standing over a pair of bones.

Elijah felt himself being slammed against a tree at full force, he felt someone whack him with something sharp. The second time they attempted too, Elijah managed to grab it only to come face to face with an angry Petrova.

"Katerina!" Elijah said both shocked and bewildered. "Would you mind me asking, why are you attacking me with a crowbar?"

"Oh, please," Katherine snapped. "This is the least you deserve you lying, two face bastard-"

She tried to hit him again, but Elijah grasped the crow bar again and threw it across the forest. "Now would you mind telling me why you're acting like a complete lunatic?" he said wearily. "This isn't what I imagine how our first encounter would be like."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Katherine said sarcastically. "Would you expecting roses?"

"How are you-"

"A vampire again," Katherine pushed back her dark hair. "I always have a plan B, don't you know that by now? Thanks for the death bed visit."

Elijah flushed. "Katerina, I didn't know-"

"Stop." She interrupted, her voice becoming lower. "Did you mean what you said a few months ago back in Pennsylvania? Did you really love me?"

"Of course I loved you, Katerina," Elijah petted her cheek. "I still do."

"Don't," she hissed. "I bet that's the same thing you tell Hayley."

"Hayley?"

"Oh, don't act so innocent. I saw you two slobbering all over each other, you could be a little more discreet about it." Katherine said.

"Katerina, let me explain-"

"There's nothing to explain, Elijah." Katherine's eyes darkened as she flashed away from him. "We're done."

Caroline hadn't been that hard to find after all. Klaus had searched every bar, every store, every damn place that sold New Orleans T-shirts until he found her in the most obvious location-Sophie's bar and restaurant.

Caroline was sipping a drink and watching two guys throw darts. One of the guys, obviously drunk gave her a sleazy comment that made Klaus want to rip his eyes out, but Caroline had simply rolled her eyes and compelled him away.

A slight smirk couldn't help, but appear on Klaus' face. That's my girl.

"I'm glad to see that you haven't left this beautiful city," he said as he approached her. "I was afraid that I wouldn't have gotten a chance to give you a tour."

"I didn't stay for you," Caroline said sourly. "So don't get any ideas, Mikaelson I stayed for Katherine and Bonnie."

Klaus grimaced when Caroline said Katherine's name with such easiness. Were they friends now? He seriously hope not.

As if reading his thoughts, Caroline pointed an index finger towards his direction. "And don't you dare attack, Katherine. It was bad enough that you tried to torture her on her deathbed, you will definably not kill her when I'm around."

"I wouldn't dream of attacking a beautiful curl on Katerina's head, especially since you two seem so close now." Klaus said sarcastically as he tried to soften the moment. "I imagine that the day that we all though was Katerina's last day on earth is still on your mind."

Caroline forced herself not to blush and not lose her cool. "Actually, I've had had more important things in my life lately." She turned to walk away from him and Klaus followed.

"Oh, come on, love don't be like that." The amusement was evident in Klaus' voice. "You don't look truly beautiful when you're angry."

"Excuse me?" Caroline turned around hotly. "I always look beautiful."

"Yes, you do." Klaus said. "Caroline, about Hayley. . .and the baby I apologize that I didn't tell you, but I'm just starting to get used to the idea myself."

Caroline didn't speak for a moment. "I forgive you, and I'm sorry as well . . . I may have overreacted earlier."

"I wouldn't have expected less from a former Miss Mystic Falls."

Caroline laughed. "But Klaus you need to understand, us . . . we . . . whatever we had between us, there can't be anything between us. Especially now with Hayley and the baby." Klaus looked disappointed. Caroline bit her lip. "I'm sorry, I have to go."

Hayley had been walking towards the bayou, refusing to take the car insisting that a little exercise might do her good. Besides if it meant that she didn't have to see Katherine or Caroline she would crawl out of New Orleans if she had too.

Hayley smiled to herself. She was going to her family, her werewolf family. Where she was welcomed. Where she was practically royalty.

She stopped short when she saw a plump, old woman blocking her way. "Can I help you?"

"Yes," the woman smiled, thought Hayley could tell it was fake. "For how long are you going to be passing that child in your belly as a Mikaelson?"

Hayley took a step back. "Excuse me?" How the hell did this woman know? She couldn't possibly know that the baby wasn't Klaus and that Hayley had been telling her biggest lie yet.

"The spirits talk, dearie." The witch said. "You're carrying a hybrid's child, but not the original hybrids' child. You can't fool everyone forever."

Wait, this woman knew that the baby that she was carrying was Tyler's, not Klaus'? Hayley and Tyler had, had a brief affair once Tyler had left Mystic Falls and Hayley was out looking for any information about her family.

At first she hadn't thought of passing off the baby as Klaus', but the witches had immediately thought it was Klaus' baby and Hayley had jumped on board. Now carrying the "Mikaelson" heir she had everything that she could possibly want, her royal werewolf family and Original vampires' protection. And this woman wasn't going to ruin everything.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." Hayley replied coldly.

The woman grasped her arm and Hayley immediately broke her neck with her werewolf strength. She watched in content the woman's body on the floor. Now, nobody would know.

Bonnie was just entering her hotel room, when she saw a ghost waiting to pass through the other side. Bonnie held in a groan, she honestly should be used to it by now, but honestly it wasn't easy.

The witch was short and plump and reminded Bonnie of the type of grandmothers that they saw in holiday movies, the kind that made you cookies.

"Hello," she offered her a kind smile and her hand. "I'm the anchor and you need to pass through me."

"I know, dearie." The woman smiled. "You know them, don't you?"

"Know who?"

"The Originals."

"Oh, yeah." She paused. "Why?"

"There's something you need to know." The woman responded. "About the wolf girl, Hayley and her unborn baby. The baby isn't Klaus'."

-End of Chapter Fourteen-