AN: Glad you guys are enjoying it! -Izzy x


Chapter Six – The Originals 3x07

"So, where's Klaus?" Hayley asked as the group stood around a table of candles.

"When I told him about Rebekah, he said he'd pursue another lead," Freya claimed, leaning on the table as Elijah split his hand open, bleeding over a bowl. "And he's picking up his hybrids on the way."

"You can all thank me for the little extra," Katherine mused, smirking. Elijah shot her a look and she shut up, crossing her arms and leaning against the table behind her.

"Forgive me, Niklaus," Elijah muttered as he passed the bowl to Freya. "You find her," he ordered.

Marcel leaned forward, pointing at Freya. "You sure you got enough juju for a worldwide locator spell?" He asked, uncertain.

Freya looked at him, as if to say 'bitch please'. "She's my sister," she said, instead. "I won't lose her." Freya held on to either side of the bowl and began chanting, moving a candle out of her way as she performed the spell. She picked the bowl up and spilt the blood across the map, leaving a huge puddle in the centre. The puddle spread far and thing, but no location appeared. "Damn it!"

Hayley and Katherine exchanged a regretful look. "So much for witch GPS," Hayley mused.

Freya's eyes darted back and forth. "When they said they cloaked her, I… I didn't expect a spell this strong."

"No doubt conjured by the very witch that lured Rebekah into this trap," Elijah added.

Freya paused before sitting down. "You should all go," she told them. "I, no doubt, have my work cut out for me."

Marcel stepped forward, looking almost desperate about something. "The Strix trust me," he reminded the group. "If they know where Rebekah is, I can find her."

Elijah shook his head, stepping forward. "No, you need to stop Davina from activating Lucien's weapon."

"And Tristan," Hayley added.

"Tristan's not a problem anymore," Katherine insisted.

"How can you be so sure?"

Marcel ignored the two of them. "We need to find Rebekah," he insisted.

"Marcel," Elijah said, his voice ringing with authority, "I will not rest until my sister is found."

There was a pause before Marcel leaned backwards, studying Elijah, and instantly trusting him. He would do anything for Rebekah. "Alright, fine," he said with a slight nod. "I'll handle Davina." He turned on his heel and walked out of the room.

"Well, in the meantime," Hayley said, "please tell me that we're going to kill someone."

"Oh, we will kill many someones," Elijah agreed. "But first, if we are to start a war, let us determine where are allegiances lie." He turned to and left, clearly with a scheme in mind. After a second, Hayley followed, and Katherine turned to Freya.

"Before I was a vampire," she mused, sitting down on the other side of the table, "I was a special kind of witch. You can channel some of my power."

Freya blinked at the generosity and took Katherine's hands, beginning the spell again.


After possessing the body of Tristan de Martel, Markos had spent a night studying him. He found a video of him that Katherine had once filmed at some party, and took one sentence the man had said. He repeated it over and over and over until he wore the man's voice ever so easily. He found a piece of paper the man had signed once, and forged his signature multiple times over, until it was indistinguishable. He practised walking like him, he studied the man's relationship and way of power. Then, finally, he began his first task as Tristan.

"What exactly am I walking into right now?" He asked, the phone pressed to his ear as he got off the private plane and walked, escorted into a warehouse. There was a casket in the centre, gleaming under some unknown light.

"Tristan thinks it's Rebekah Mikaelson's body," Katherine told him from the other end of the line. "He wants Rebekah. But Aurora, his sister, hid Rebekah's body. When you open the coffin, you have to look surprised and angered. But not to much. Tristan doesn't show too much emotion."

"I have studied this man through and through," Markos insisted. "This isn't my first time."

He hung up the phone and walked over to the casket, opening it up and peering inside. There were two pieces of paper instead of a body, and he picked one up to look at it, feigning an expression of confusion.

"I suppose I should apologise," came a voice behind him. He turned to the redhead, Aurora. His sister. It was officially, as the kids said: go time. "I know you wanted Rebekah, but I had some other plans."

"Aurora," Markos said, stepping forward and remembering Tristan's power complex and authority. "What have you done with Miss Mikaelson?"

Aurora scowled. "Oh, dear brother, after all this time, why not simply choose to trust me?"

He looked over her. "You arrived in the city days ago. You've had time to poison Lucien's witch and rekindle with your ex, but you haven't had time to see me. You don't want to work with me, you want to work against me."

"Well next time," she suggested, "don't leave me a prisoner in some stuffy monastery."

Okay, well he didn't know that.

"Message received," he said, safely. "Can I have Rebekah, now, please?"

"Is she a part of the plan?" Aurora asked, angrily. "The one that you and Lucien were keeping from me?!"

"Rebekah would have been perfectly safe with us," Markos said, realising he really didn't know what was going on at all, except for the fact that killing Rebekah meant killing Aurora. "I would never put you in danger, sister."

"Yes, well," Aurora snarled, "I prefer to be in control of my own fate."

Markos didn't know what that meant, so he simply held up the pieces of paper that were left in the coffin. "Can I ask what these are?" He requested, without having read them or anything.

"Call them insurance," Aurora said, her mood lightening. "Perhaps you'll trust me now. You'll need to, if you're to join me for dinner at the Mikaelsons. Have you received your invitation to the Thanksgiving summit?"

Mikaelsons. Those original vampires Katherine worked with. They were fighting against Lucien and Tristan, so inviting them to Thanksgiving? "It's clearly a trap," Markos summarised.

Aurora smirked. "Open the envelope. Put your mind at ease." She reached up to touch her brothers face and Markos narrowed his new eyes. "You're my family, Tristan," the girl said. "You've always taken care of me. Allow me to return the favour."

She practically skipped away and he immediately pulled out his phone, calling Katherine.

"What is this about a Mikaelson Thanksgiving summit?!" He demanded.

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After a tip from Katherine, Markos bought a bouquet of flowers for the Thanksgiving summit and arrived at the compound a little early to find Lucien serving himself a drink. He had changed into a finer blue suit and went over some relationship boundaries with Katherine before showing up.

"Aw, flowers for me," Lucien noticed, turning around as he ate something. "You shouldn't have."

"They're for the lady of the house," Markos corrected. "I'm well-mannered enough to bring a gift when I'm invited to dinner. I assume you bought…" he trailed off, looking around the compound to see no obvious gift from Lucien, "nothing?"

Lucien smirked. "Nothing but my deepest respect for you," he nodded, downing his drink.

"Lovely," came a new voice. Klaus Mikaelson strode into the compound, observing the pair. "We're all getting along."

"Like a fuse and a match," Lucien agreed, sarcastically.

"I take it Aurora is on her way?" Klaus said, ignoring the snide comment.

On cue, the girl appeared behind him, strolling in like she owned the place. "Sorry I'm late," she excused, admiring some of the decorations. "Just freshening up. I did want to look pretty."

The more people arrived, the more anxious Markos began to be. He'd impersonated many men before in his time, but never to a crowd this angry and powerful. Enough, he told himself. He's already fooled the Strix for weeks, as well as Tristan's own sister.

Aurora stepped up to Lucien, looking stunned. "Well, well," she greeted. "If it isn't my old friend."

"Hello, Aurora," Lucien greeted, buttoning up his jacket. "It's been ages. You look…"

"You look," Klaus interrupted, taking Aurora's hand and kissing it, "ravishing." He ignored the dirty looks from Lucien, and Markos tried to mimic those looks. People were flirting with his sister. He was supposed to look enraged.

"Welcome to our home," Elijah greeted, walking down a flight of stairs. Everyone turned to face him as he joined them. "It's a shame it's under such unfortunate circumstances. We all share a common threat. A prophecy. Warning that my siblings and I will all fall within a year. I fear my sister already has."

"It was a precautionary measure," Markos chimed in. "I assure you."

"Interesting," Elijah mused about his perspective. "I would have labelled it as an entirely unnecessary measure." He joined the group at the bottom of the stairs and stood by Klaus. "But an alliance must be made, and since that is impossible without honesty, let us begin the evening by acknowledging your alliance."

Lucien looked worried, but Markos did not react. "No, gentlemen," Lucien said. "Before-"

Elijah shushed him, condescendingly. "Quiet, Lucien, please. Let's not ruin the dinner before it begins."

"Let's bear in mind," Klaus added, "that we expect an honest and productive negotiation this evening."

Elijah stared straight at Tristan, making Markos shift nervously. "Shall we begin?" He asked.


After Katherine had done all she could to help Freya, and was dismissed from the spell, she decided to join in with some of the city-wise festivities. She didn't celebrate the holiday, but she was always a sucker for a good party, so she'd pulled on her high boots and tightest tank top and ran into the streets, grabbing the first cup of alcohol she could find and dancing to the music.

She didn't even notice Marcel until he tapped her on the shoulder and caught her when she swayed.

"Hey!" She greeted, yelling a little too loud.

He looked over her judgingly. "You're drunk," he determined as she grinned. "How many drinks have you had?"

She paused, looking down into her almost-empty cup. "Almost one," she answered, before laughing. Marcel raised an eyebrow and she shrugged. "Klaus has taken like, so much of my like, blood? So like, now I'm like, got a really low, like, tolerance."

"Really?" Marcel nodded, feigning interest as he mocked her. "A really, like, low tolerance?"

She whacked him on the arm, playfully. "The music's pretty good when you're drunk, though," she defended, throwing a dirty look to the band.

Marcel rolled his eyes and put an arm around her shoulders. "Come with me," he coaxed. "Let's make sure you're safe, alright?" He lead her into Rousseau's and sat her down at a table, ignoring her giggles. "Some coffee for this one?" He requested, calling behind the bar.

"Hey!" She snarled. "Coffee doesn't have any alcohol in it. Silly!" She turned to the bar and called: "Can I have your biggest alcohol-"

"Coffee," Marcel insisted, interrupting her. He went to go and sit with that Vincent guy as some stupid waiter bought her some stupid coffee.

She wondered vaguely how Markos was doing, pretending to be Tristan for Thanksgiving. He'd done it a thousand times before, so working like a con artist was in his nature. He changed his body every twenty years or so, and he's had days to pick up the art of Tristan by now. Besides, he's already fooled half the Strix, and Lucien.

Marcel returned a few minutes later to her table and pulled her to her feet. "Come on," he said, ignoring her groans. "We have to go and see Freya. Come on!"

The roads were closed, to they had to walk to the Compound. In fairness, it wasn't too far away, but Katherine drunkenly complained the entire way about not being able to join the party. Marcel dragged her straight upstairs to Freya's work room, where the witch was anxiously pacing around a desk full of grimiores.

"Anything?" Marcel asked, his eyes scanning over the open grimoires, maps and pools of blood.

Freya shook her head. "I can't find the continent she's on," she said, sadly. "Let alone which city. Even Katherine's power didn't do much." She turned to Katherine who fell into a chair. "Are you okay? You look beat."

"Yeah," Katherine said, with a sigh.

Marcel answered for her. "She's a little drunk," he explained before changing the conversation back to Rebekah. "Maybe you just need something of hers," he suggested. "A hairbrush, or-"

"Her blood is in my veins," Freya reminded him. "That should be enough."

Marcel looked taken aback by the snap, and held a hand out to stop Freya as she tried to leave. "Hey. You can't just give up," he insisted.

"I'm not giving up," Freya said, her eyes a little wild.

Marcel turned to Katherine. "You're a witch," he remembered. "Go with her and help. I gotta take care of Davina."

Katherine got to her feet, nodding as she followed Freya through the compound. "Hey," Katherine exclaimed, catching up with her. "What's the plan now?"

Freya didn't answer as she lead Katherine down to the courtyard, where her brothers and their first sired were enjoying a Thanksgiving meal. Tristan winked at Katherine, who scowled. She'd have to talk to Markos about not doing that later.

"Dining with our enemies now, are we?" Freya asked, leaning on the table and glaring at the lot of them. She turned to Aurora. "Convenient, given she's the one who has the answers I want."

Lucien leaned back, clearly interested in the exchange between the two women. Aurora, however, was outraged. "For heaven's sake!" She exclaimed, getting to her feet and throwing her napkin on the table. "Now I have to deal with the long-lost sister?" She looked past her to Klaus. "Nik, please spare me your families rage and paranoia. It is this lunacy that lead me to steal Rebekah in the first place."

"What did you do with her?" Freya snarled.

"Oh, I'm sorry love," Aurora said, patronisingly, "but this prophecy has you all acting like fools. And I have no intention of risking my life to foolishness." She turned to the whole group. "Now, I can't trust Rebekah with any of you, and I can't trust the silly dear to endure on her own, so I decided to put her some place safe. Imagine a spot where no harm can come to her. Where in fact, no one could even track her down. Yes, rest assured that Rebekah is perfectly fine. At the bottom of the ocean."

Even Katherine was taken aback.

There was a pause as everyone took in what she said.

"You're bluffing," Klaus insisted. "Tell me you're bluffing."

Aurora looked outraged. "You should all be thanking me. Rebekah's never been safer. She has plenty of company down there; there's all these little crabs and-"

She was interrupted by Klaus slamming his fist down on the table. He got to his feet and Markos mimicked his actions, as Tristan would do in the situation. He ran to Freya and held a carving knife to her throat. "Harm my sister, and I will return the favour."

Elijah took care of Tristan, carelessly slamming him against a nearby wall and keeping him there.

"Well this all escalated very quickly," Lucien said, beaming as he took a sip.

"Shut up, Lucien!" Klaus demanded, pointing. "Or I'll tear your tongue from your head."

Lucien raised an eyebrow. "Be careful with your threats, Nik. Anything should happen to me, and I won't be able to protect your precious Cami."

"Okay," Aurora interrupted. "That is the second time I've heard her name. Just who is this Cami?"

"You have bigger problems," Freya exclaimed, raising her hand to perform the easy spell that snapped Aurora's neck.

"Freya!" Klaus scolded.

"Niklaus," Elijah said, dragging Tristan over and sitting him in a chair at the side of the table. "Which one of these vile creatures do you wish to torture first?"

"I wanna leave!" Katherine announced, awkwardly.

"No," Klaus growled. "You stay. Elijah, why don't you have a word with the stable boy. Tristan and I are overdue a good catch up."

"I'm not Tristan!" Markos exclaimed.

Everyone fell silent, and Katherine's head fell in her hand at the stupidity. All that trouble of getting him into Tristan's body for him to blow his freaking cover as soon as Klaus mentions a talk.

Lucien blinked. "Well that was an unexpected turn of events."

"What the hell do you mean?" Klaus demanded.

Markos turned to Katherine. "You're the one who made a deal with them," he reminded her. "Do you want to explain, or should I?"

All eyes turned to Katherine and she bit her lip. They all looked expectant, like this was the moment they realised Katherine was lying to them all. But it wasn't. Technically.

She took a deep breath and sat down at the table, where Elijah had previously been sitting. "I told you Tristan wasn't a problem anymore," she reminded them. "This is what I meant. Before I was a vampire, I was a traveller witch. Travellers can jump from body to body – kind of. My ally, Markos," she gave a pointed look to him, "is running from a powerful enemy. I thought putting him in Tristan would be killing two birds with one stone."

Klaus blinked. "But he just threatened to kill Freya to protect Aurora," he reminded them. "Why would he do that if he wasn't Tristan?"

"He's a con artist," Katherine explained. "He's five hundred years older than the two of you. He knows how to play the part."

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Klaus dragged Tristan – or Markos – into another room and sat him down on a chair, facing him and with an eerie smile. "When Aurora awakes, you will convince her to return my sister," he told him, matter-of-factly.

"Klaus, you know it's not that easy," Katherine said, following in after them. Elijah was busy with Lucien and Freya and found Hayley to help with Aurora. Katherine figured she should be issuing damage control with Markos, since he was her responsibility.

"Oh, but it is," Klaus said, turning to Katherine. "You see, Katerina, I think your plan was a good one. Two birds, one stone, la-di-da. And it certainly solves one of my problems. So, I've decided to help deceive the world into believing your ally is Tristan de Martel. But…" He turned back to Markos. "You must use that sibling loyalty to get me something in return."

"How?" Markos demanded, angrily. "I don't know her."

Klaus smirked, sadistically. "See, she doesn't know that. She will tell me everything when she's forced to watch me tear you limb from limb."

"What?!" Markos exclaimed.

"You could inherit another body, Markos, when it's done," Katherine reminded him. "But first," she stepped forward to face him herself, "you need to tell us anything you've found out from Aurora since you became Tristan."

Markos paused before nodding. "Okay. Okay, there is something. But I need you to guarantee your aid."

Klaus nodded, assuredly. "I guarantee it."

Markos looked between him and Katherine before speaking. "Instead of Rebekah's body, I found two envelopes. One containing longitude, and one containing latitude. For your sister. I took one envelope and she took the other. Aurora got somebody to throw her into sea, and then killed them, so she doesn't know where she is. You need to keep us both alive to find out. I can tell you the latitude now."

He pulled the envelope out of his jacket pocket and handed it to him. "I haven't peaked," he said, shrugging. "So, then there's the topic of your aid."

Klaus nodded, taking the envelope, checking it, and handing it to Katherine. Then he leaned down on Markos's chair and compelled him. "You are Tristan de Martel," he said. "You don't know who Markos is. All of Tristan's fears, loves, hobbies and memories are yours."

He straightened up and took the envelope, tucking it into the new Tristan's pocket. "Cruel," Katherine commented. "That's what Elijah did to the three of them, right?"

Klaus nodded. "I learned everything from my big brother."


The next few hours were very eventful, in fact. Elijah had compelled Lucien into forgetting Markos's confession, and believing his façade of Tristan. Klaus proceeded to bite him, forcing Aurora to go and get her piece of paper with the longitude on it.

Elijah waited with Katherine to guard Tristan, as Lucien escorted Klaus to his apartment to collect Camille and the medallion, but Camille was found completely missing, the vampire he hired to babysit telling them of her escape.

Klaus killed him easily and started trying to track Aurora, knowing it was her who took the blonde bartender. But at least Lucien gave Klaus the medallion.

But Elijah was preoccupied with the dining table. He remembered the one he'd seen in the visions Alexis showed him. It was in disarray over Aurora's temper tantrum, just like the prophecy suggested.

It was already started to come true.


Katherine trudged back to her condo, her feet aching in her heels. She opened the front door in the living room, purely because it was closer and kicked her heels off, preparing to throw herself down into an armchair, but she jumped back when she realised who was sat down in her home already.

"Katerina," he greeted, his fingers intertwined. "I have been looking for you everywhere."

"Cade," she whispered. She overcame her shock and pointed at the devil, angrily. "You're not physically strong enough to beat an Original, and one's on his way over right-"

"I'm aware," Cade interrupted, getting to his feet. "I had the pleasure of meeting the elder Mr Mikaelson at the masquerade party hosted by his own organisation. I called myself Arc to hide suspicion. But he was preoccupied with thoughts of you. He really mistrusted you, you know. Tut, tut. But nonetheless, I'd rather not wage a war on the Mikaelsons. They can't die, and so I can't win."

Katherine blinked. "So… you're not going to kill me?" She checked.

"Not yet," Cade promised. "But soon, you will leave this city of your own accord, and then, I will find you. And I will kill you. And I will take you back to damnation, where you're meant to be."

As soon as Cade left her, Katherine walked through to her bedroom. Through the adjoining bathroom was a door leading into a laundry room. Katherine had planned to turn it into a walk-in-wardrobe, but for now, it was where she kept Markos's body, in a casket borrowed from the Mikaelsons.

She opened it up and spoke. "Veet."

Markos woke up, his eyes turning black, and back to normal in a single blink. They'd preserved his body with a spell, so he could switch between them on her command.

"Katerina, what's going on?" Markos demanded, getting to his feet. "I can't remember anything after talking to Klaus."

"He compelled you into thinking you're really Tristan," she explained. "It will only be affective in his body, since he compelled that body. And Cade won't be able to tell that it's you, because your mind will be Tristan's. Listen, because we don't have much time."

"For what?" He asked.

"The plan's changed slightly."


AN: Next chapter is very Klaroline-centric, and the way in which Caroline enters the story is revealed. I think you guys will really like it! And the chapter after that, she arrives in New Orleans officially!

Quick question: Who do you guys ship with Kol and Rebekah? I'm thinking about introducing two new ships for them in later chapters but I don't know how popularly they'll go down.

Please review! -Izzy x