Elijah sighed and looked out the window after Marcel had rushed out. Mission accomplished. He wanted to be left alone with his thoughts. Peace and quiet. Elijah wanted that desperately. Being daggered seemed to be a more attractive option as the days passed. He was alone at this moment, and still peace wouldn't come to him. His mind replayed back on the conversation and Marcel's shocked face. Elijah groaned; it was uncouth behavior, but he was all alone, no one to witness this.

Elijah didn't like how Klaus chose to reveal his secret to Marcel that he had been mourning him. The air between them was now awkward and tense. Elijah found it daunting if Marcel chose to bring it up; he wasn't ready.

So he had sent Marcel away under the pretense that he could contain Klaus' destructive instinct. He doubted that Marcel would be able to stop Klaus anyway. He just wanted the boy to leave; at least he didn't send him on a wild goose chase. He knew Klaus' temperament too well after all. He was out there causing a lot of grief. Elijah was glad for once. He got to sit this one out; he was exhausted from being the one who always had to stop Klaus.

He could hear the music from the streets of New Orleans. Elijah exhaled slowly; it seemed Elijah was not going to get the quiet he had hoped for. The music and festivities saved Elijah from being bored out of his mind during his confinement. Today, Elijah felt aggravated that the noise was getting to him, and the music of today just didn't seem to agree with him, sadly.

He has a lot on his mind. Elijah suspects Klaus has done something to Freya. But Klaus says he needs to find Freya. It just doesn't add up. Freya wouldn't leave him alone like this; at least, Elijah thinks she wouldn't.

Elijah clenched his jaw and rubbed his temples. He had no idea how to proceed, and he was also worried about Rebekah. Klaus wasn't above hunting her down just to get even with Elijah. No, even if he hadn't done anything wrong, he was afraid Rebekah would realize that he hadn't contacted her once since her departure, and she would know something was amiss. Rebekah would rush back, she'd try to rescue him from Klaus's claws again. She did it before, and she was reckless like that.

Dealing with Klaus is really a pain. Marcel curses when he can't seem to find him anyway. Clearly the hybrid has left the compound. Noticing the group of walkers standing by the door, he asks them, "Did you see which way Klaus went?"

All of them stare at him in surprise, and they look at each other then back at him. Sorry, we didn't.

Taylor, a young man in his late twenties, scratched his head. 'We could help you track him down,' he said sheepishly.

"No. No. Don't do that," Marcel said. "Just tell them, all the others, if you see Klaus, just walk the other way. Just avoid him and stay clear of his whereabouts. Taylor looked at Marcel with confusion plastered all over his face. Brian cut in. "Yeah, ok. I'll spread the word."

Good. Just don't engage. I don't want anyone to get hurt. He is not in the right mind space, right now. Brian scoffed. Klaus never was; he's just a complete lunatic. Yeah...that is true. Marcel grimaced.

Marcel rolled his eyes as he found Klaus in the witchy part of New Orleans terrorizing some poor old women. As Marcel walked closer, he heard Klaus's voice commanding her rudely. "You! Get me someone who can do a tracking spell." Snap. Snap. Klaus said while snapping his fingers in front of the old woman who was still motionless.

Marcel pushed him away from her and stared at Klaus with a look of shock on her face. Klaus rolled his eyes and a sneer plastered itself on his face. He pushed Marcel away and loomed over the woman. "Do you know what you're doing?"

The old woman raised her chin defiantly. "Who are you calling old, when you are nothing but a walking corpse?" the woman replied as she looked at him with disgust. Klaus laughed. "You don't want to test me. The only reason you are still alive and talking is because I still have a use for you."

Marcel grabs his shoulder. Klaus looks at him unfazed. "Get this done," he says. "No one has to die." Marcel relents.

Now, I need to find sustenance. The old woman stepped up bravely and squared herself against him. "You are not taking my people," she said defiantly. Marcel turned to face the old woman. "Can you calm down?" he asked. She ignored him.

"Your people," Klaus said, grinning like a lunatic. "Do what I ask and maybe I won't take them."

"I don't trust the words of monsters," she spat out with venom. Klaus snatched some poor random woman who had been watching the interaction from the sidelines and ripped her heart out. The sound of horrified gasps and wailing echoed around them.

I don't care if you trust me or not. Just know that I, Klaus Mikaelson, do not make empty threats. He made a show of licking his fingers clean.

"Here, take this," said Marcel as he looked at the plastic bag with blonde hair that Klaus was holding out to him. "Take it," Klaus replied, rolling his eyes and realizing why Marcel was acting this way. Marcel took the proffered small plastic bag while his eyes searched for the truth in Klaus' face.

"I'm going hunting," Klaus says. "This is...what is this?" Marcel asks, clearly confused about what he should be doing with the proffered plastic bag.

"Use this for the tracking spell," Klaus said in a clipped tone. "You rushed here. Is it not because you are eager to assist me? Just like old times?" Marcel snorted. "No, really Elijah, he told me to."

He asked you? Why did his condition worsen? Marcel frowned and said, "no, he just hinted that I should stop you because you would terrorize everyone after the fight, both of you have." Klaus raised his eyebrows and a small smile formed. He looked amused. Marcel huffed. "What is going on, Klaus?"

Is there something wrong with Elijah? Klaus' smile drops, and he starts pacing like a trapped animal. "Yes, no. Possibly."

Is this why you need Freya? Yes. I need to confirm something.

Klaus! What? Klaus snapped angrily. You're wasting my time. Just do as you're told.

Marcel hisses, "I'm not your servant. Don't order me around like I'm one of your lackeys." Klaus shakes his head. You're family. Hnn. I doubt that. Marcel replies with a grimace.

Klaus rolls his eyes. "Oh, please. Don't be dramatic; it is unbecoming of you. What is a little murder among family members?"

Marcel's frown deepened because, according to Klaus's logic, that did indeed make him seem like he was a part of Klaus's family. He shook that thought away.

No. What are you hunting? Is there something wrong? Marcel frowned as he thought about how Klaus had completely lost it last month. The outburst he had when Elijah tried to leave New Orleans. How Klaus said that there must be someone who is feeding Elijah these poisonous thoughts. "Is there an unknown threat looming over us?" Marcel asked, frowning. "Klaus, you need to explain because right now, I don't understand a thing." Yeah, forgot about that, Klaus said frowning. Just one more thing to add to my little list of things to do. Thank you for reminding me.

Klaus just answered me, first. I will help you find Freya's tracks. Don't leave me out of the loop. You get me involved in this. Klaus sighs. I need to find sustenance. Food. For Elijah. These words escape his lips as Klaus stares down at the witches and warlocks gathered around the town square. He gestures randomly at them. "I can't work with this. Elijah has a problem with falling in love with a witch. I don't need him falling in love with the food and refusing to eat."

I need to find some silly humans…the more useless they are, the better it is. He wouldn't think twice about drinking them. Klaus said offhandedly.

Marcel stared up at the sky and thought, 'Oh Lord! Why is this happening?'