Semblance of Peace
New Orleans. The French Quarter. The place that runs through Klaus Mikaelson's veins. The only place that truly felt like home. Since the birth of his daughter, Hope, and the successful end of his deranged Aunt Dahlia, Klaus Mikaelson has felt some semblance of peace. Peace he would no longer know when the future comes to meet the present.
On a hot summer night, with the music so loud one can not hear their own thoughts, a hybrid was taking a midnight stroll through the French Quarter.
After having a drink at Rousseau's with the lovely Camille, Klaus walks through the streets taking in his city.
It's been two weeks since Hayley and her wolfpack have been turned into wolves. In that time, Rebekah has again left to find a way to bring Kol back, Freya has moved into the Abattoir, and Elijah still furious refuses to speak to Klaus. Hope, however, his Hope is thriving and with assurance from Freya currently asleep at the Abattoir.
In three days' time the full moon would arrive and Hayley would be human again for the night. As he was thinking, Klaus felt someone watching him, so he spoke into the quiet summer air.
"Lets not dwell in the shadows. Come out, come out whoever you are." Klaus says tauntingly while eyeing the dark corners of the alley.
Suddenly Klaus heard a whistle behind him and turned to find a man he had never seen standing behind him. "Who are you and why are you following me?" Klaus asked the man. The man was wearing blue jeans with a fitted grey t-shirt and a black leather jacket.
The man that had yet to identify himself smiled at Klaus' question but did not answer, at least not fast enough for Klaus as he pinned the stranger up against a dumpster in the alley.
The man spoke calmly, "My name is Deucalion Godfrey…"
"…well Deucalion Godfrey you have yet to answer my second question, why are you following me?" Klaus asked interrupting the mystery man.
"I'm following you as you say because your daughter sent me to retrieve you." Deucalion says.
Klaus sneers at Deucalion and narrows his eyes tightening the hold on Deucalion's neck while forcefully speaking, "What do you mean Hope sent you, she is but a child. How do you know of her? Did Hayley send you?"
Deucalion smiles again, "I never said that daughter." Before he could respond beyond his facial expression showing confusion, Klaus' neck is snapped.
Dusting himself off the dumpster and adjusting his jacket, Deucalion speaks, "Took you long enough. Enjoying the scenery?"
A slender woman with brunette hair that was neatly cut just to her shoulder, wearing a skin tight black dress and a blood red trench coat and black stilettos soon waltzed out of the opposite end of the alley.
"Please old man" she stated with a sigh. "I was just checking on the Abattoir, like she wanted. Besides your fine." She finishes stating as she stands next to Deucalion with her hands on her hips.
"Like she wanted…or like you wanted? Checking up on a certain Original vampire with a moral complex I see." He states as he raises an eyebrow at her and crosses his arms against his chest.
"I don't know what you are talking about." She said with a flip of her brunette hair.
"Hm…I'm sure you don't. No one saw you I presume?" Deucalion asks as he turns over the temporarily dead hybrid onto his back.
"Of course not. I do know what I am doing old man." The woman said sounding offended standing with her hands still on her hips.
Deucalion chuckled and held his hands up in defeat. "Alright Sloan, whatever you say. Let's just get him to her before he wakes."
Sloan looks down at Klaus, "What a shame. He really is handsome."
Deucalion bends down and lifts Klaus over his shoulder as he and Sloan walk toward their parked SUV near the corner.