"Thanks so much for bringing me to the wedding," Victoria told her aunt Amy and uncle Kol.

"You're welcome, sweetie," Amy told her with a smile. "You can stick with us until we find your parents."

"Or you can stay with us if you do find your parents because sometimes your dad can be boring!" Kol told her with a wicked smile before Amy elbowed him just a little.

"I…I think I'll find Diana when we get there," Victoria told him. "But thank you."

Kol parked in the parking lot of his brother's farmhouse, then turned and gazed at his wife.

"Wow!" She said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Do you see that tent? It's huge!"

"Nope," Kol grinned.

"How could you not?!" Amy pointed. "It's right in front of us! It's right there!"

"I don't care," Kol grinned. "I'd much rather watch my beautiful, sexy wife than some stupid tent." He winked.

Amy blushed and cleared her throat.

"That's beside the point, Kol," she chided, eyes narrowed in warning. She knew how he operated.

When he was looking at her with that particular gleam in his eyes, it meant he was in the mood to devour her!

"It's completely the point," he protested. "I mean look at you! With that bare-backed dress and those high stiletto heels…I'll definitely need to find a time and place for us to be alone!"

There it is, Amy thought to herself.

Froy and Victoria, who were sitting in the back, bit their lips to try not to laugh.

"Kol, please watch what you say," Amy begged him. "There are children in the back seat and I'm sure they don't want to hear any of this." She gestured over her shoulder at Froy and Victoria, who were eying the other two with interest.

Kol scoffed. "What children? They're young adults now, Amy! They'll probably have children of their own in no time!" He chuckled. "Isn't that right, you two?"

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" Amy rolled her eyes. "I can't believe you just asked that!"

"No worries, Mom," Froy tried to reassure her quickly. "I'm not bothered by what he said, but there's no way I'm gonna have any little humans sucking the life out of me…ever!"

"I don't know if it'll happen for me either, Uncle Kol," Victoria grinned.

"You two listen to me," Kol said firmly as he watched them in the overhead mirror. "Are you Mikaelsons?"

Now Froy and Victoria looked at one another, dumbstruck.

"Well, duh," Froy said at last, speaking for both himself and his cousin. "Of course we are!" He gave Amy a look and said in a stage whisper, "I am his kid, aren't I, Mom?"

"Yes," Amy nodded, remembering the night Froy had most likely been conceived. "You definitely are."

'Well, if you are, then your destiny is set in stone!" Kol smirked.

"What do you mean by that?" Amy cried out in shock. "You can't dictate your son's and niece's futures! They should be able to do whatever they want!"

"Dear wife," Kol raised a finger in the air. "You know that I adore calling you my wife, right? Proclaiming that you're mine?"

"Kol," Amy blushed. "Please get to the point. "I'm sure that you're embarrassing Froy and Victoria!"

But the only sound in the back was giggling from the pair.

"Right! I'm sorry to say it so bluntly, but we Mikaelsons have to procreate a lot! We're repopulating the Earth!"

Amy snorted. "Well, I'm not sure about you," she said. "But I know that your brothers are, considering that I had some of those children."

"Don't remind me," Kol winced, his dark eyes flashing. "I should have claimed you as mine years ago, and you would have carried our children much sooner."

"Kol!" Amy cried out again in shock.

"I'm not repopulating the world just yet. But now that I have my soulmate by my side, I will have no trouble taking part in the competition, along with my brothers!" He spoke proudly as he adjusted his cuffs under the sleeves of his gray suit.

Amy went pale. "I don't…I don't want to hear another word of this nonsense." Then she grabbed the door handle of the jeep before being stopped.

"You won't get very far without unbuckling your seatbelt, darling," Kol pointed out with a grin.

"Oh, go to hell," Amy shouted, getting out of the car after undoing her seatbelt and slamming the door behind her.

"You really love riling up Mom, don't you, Father?" Froy chuckled, very amused.

"Oh, it's my favorite sport of all time," Kol winked in the mirror.

"So this wasn't true?" Victoria asked.

"No offense to your father, my sweet Victoria, but I'll never enter your father and uncle's baby competition," Kol assured her, watching Amy pace back and forth in front of the jeep.

"None taken, Uncle Kol," Victoria grinned.

"So, I'll never have a sibling?" Froy winked at Victoria.

"Well…never is a stretch. I wouldn't hate it if your mother and I had another child. An adorable girl with red hair, just like your mother." Kol smiled.

"Good luck with that. I don't think she wants to have any more children." Froy commented. "Maybe I was too much for her."

"Who would think that?" Victoria chuckled. "And why?"

"Let's go, children," Kol said mockingly. "I don't want your mother to run out of patience and set my Jeep on fire."

Victoria made her way into the farmhouse, and greeted her aunt and uncle, giving them kisses, before continuing on to look for her friend. But after several minutes of looking, she didn't find Diana anywhere.

She was walking around outside the farmhouse when she abruptly bumped into someone.

"Oh, my great-grandpa!" Victoria cried out. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." She apologized profusely as she grabbed the man's arms to keep her balance."

"No harm done," the man replied, wrapping an arm around her waist to help her stand.

The sound of the familiar voice startled her. Then she found herself looking up into Dexter's eyes.

"Oh, it's you!" She put both hands on Dexter's chest so she could push herself away from him, stumbling in the grass along the way.

"Hello to you too, Victoria." Dexter smirked and buried his hands in the pockets of his impeccably tailored gray suit.

She could and stood up straight, chin raised.

"What are you doing here? Who would invite you to this wedding?" She smirked and tilted her head perniciously.

"Why would you think that?" He asked with a shake of his head.

"Why else?" Victoria asked with a shrug. "Because I know my grandfather wouldn't be." Her tone was matter-of-fact.

"Well, I'm not your grandfather, am I?" He winked back.

"Okay, so you were invited?" She pushed.

He grinned and heaved a sigh. "No, I wasn't," He admitted at last. "But I promise you that I'm on good terms with both Elijah and Selina."

Victoria put a hand on her waist and tilted her head. "Whatever. Doesn't bother me!"

He grinned and looked her over slowly. She wore a very short black velvet dress. Not that that was a surprising color for her. She was also wearing black silk pantyhose, and biker boots. A cross was the only jewelry she wore around her delicate neck, along with pearl earrings, probably borrowed from her mother.

"What are you looking at?" Victoria snapped at Dexter, color filling her cheeks as she realized how closely Dexter was watching her.

"I just wanted to take in how pretty you are in that dress," he informed her with a smile.

"Well, don't think I'm gonna make a habit of it," she snapped. "This is a wedding. I couldn't wear what I usually wear. I tried and Mom wouldn't let me. She didn't even want me to wear the boots, but Dad convinced her to at least let me have that if I wore the dress without complaint."

"You…you mean you wouldn't wear a dress if your boyfriend asked you to?" He smirked.

"I don't have a…" Victoria growled, her hands balling into fists. He thought she was stupid, but she would show him! It wasn't his business if she had a boyfriend or not! "My personal life is none of your business…Mr. Dexter!"

"Oh, great," he chuckled. "Back to Mister Dexter now!"

"Well, yeah," Victoria nodded. "We barely know each other. Except that you're my grandfather's babysitter or whatever. Other than that…I know nothing." She shrugged.

"Babysitter?" He repeated, surprised.

She ignored him. "So from now on, if we talk, it's Ms. Mikaelson to you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Really?" Dexter raised an eyebrow. "Is that the game you want to play, woman?" He shook his head, hands on either side of his waist. "Because I could have sworn that we met before. Several times." He paused. "Ms. Mikaelson."

"Maybe we have," Victoria returned. "I have this vague memory of someone throwing me out of a car." She crossed her arms and raised her chin. "But it couldn't have been you, Mr. Dexter. You have more class than to treat a lady with such disrespect."

He chuckled and took a few steps toward her.

This made her tense as she watched him without blinking.

He slowly raised her hand and grabbed a strand of her blond hair, twisting it around his fingers. "You're mad at me, Victoria. "Please tell me why."

He couldn't stop thinking that she was such a vision with her shoulder length blonde hair.

Then she brought him back to reality as she slapped his hand away.

"No," she snapped. "I'm not telling you anything else!"

"Snappy much, Ms. Mikaelson?" He remarked.

"I don't like to be touched," she pouted.

"By people in general, or just by me?" He asked, his dark gaze not leaving her.

"You're probably on the top of my list," she turned, tit for tat."

"I'll bite," he said. "Is this because we got close in the car?"

"By 'getting close', do you mean that I was sitting in the passenger seat and you were driving?" She clarified perniciously.

"Damn!" He explained with a chuckle. "You're a Mikaelson to the core!"

"And proud of being one!" She snapped. "Not my problem if you can't handle it!" She spat the words in his face, then turned on her heel and walked away.

But she didn't get far before he grabbed her forearm and pulled her back to him, her body hitting his hard chest.

This made her cry out in surprise before she turned and stared into his eyes.

"Who said I couldn't handle you?" He whispered, staring at her parted red lips.

Her heart beat hard as her chest rose and fell.

"Why are you here?" She whispered back.

"Because I assume that your grandfather has decided to pretend to be a guest and crash this wedding," he replied.

"What?" Victoria asked, her jaw dropping in shock as she pulled away from him. "That's terrible! Why didn't you say something before?"

"Well, after you said you weren't interested in talking to me and swore you would kill me in my sleep if I touched you because you were mad at me, I thought it would be a bad idea to say anything to you!" He replied, unwavering.

"Damn it!" She turned on her heel and hurried toward the tent. Something had to be done about her grandfather the intruder!

"Victoria!" He cried. "Don't try and confront him! That's what I'm here for!"

She turned, but instead of speaking, she just gave him the finger and continued on her way, causing him to shake his head and chuckle.

Avery Hamilton (she had decided to take his mother's name, rather than her father's or brother's, just because she wasn't on the best term with either…plus the witch part of her wasn't comfortable having a man's name anyway), attracted by the sound of music that was drifting into the parking lot from a nearby tent, clutch bag tucked in her right hand.

As she made her way toward the tent, she bumped into someone, nearly losing her balance in the process.

"Sorry," she apologized as a strong arm wrapped around her waist and held her steady, helping her stand.

"I'm not."

She looked up at the speaker, full of shock. "Malachai…"

They stared at each other for a minute before she pulled away, clearing her throat, wiping her hands off on her purple dress. "Thank…thank you. I can stand now."

Malachai nodded and put his hands in his trousers, as she watched him out of the corner of her eye…damn, he looked hot!

He was wearing a blue suit with a lighter blue silk shirt, and a striped tie. His hair was styled messily, and he had a definite five o'clock shadow.

He returned the favor, looking her over with sparking dark eyes. From her purple pumps to her purple lace dress that was off the shoulder. "You really are a vision in this purple dress. You truly look beautiful, Avery," he complimented sincerely.

Avery blushed a little and shrugged. "Pfft…this old thing? I've had it for years! It's been in the back of my closet."

This made him smirk, his hand brushing the skin of her shoulder as goosebumps broke out over her body.

She held her breath, keeping his eyes locked on hers, as he pulled on something on the base of her neck.

"Old thing?" He smirked, holding out the price tag. "I hope you didn't buy this just because you thought you would see me at the wedding."

"Oh, stop!" Avery snapped, pulling it from his hand angrily. "What's it to you if it's an old dress or a new one?"

"Well…" He chuckled. "I think the question you should be asking is why you're lying to me about buying a new dress. Did you buy it just in case you would run into me?"

She blew a raspberry, and blushed, waving a hand in the air as she continued to walk. "Your ego is just…it's incredible, Malachai Fale! I had no idea you would be at this wedding!"

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow. "Mmmm." He followed close on her heel. "That's surprising because a lot of the Council members were invited.

"Well, I still had no idea," Avery lied through her teeth. "And I don't know why you think I would put so much effort into looking presentable for you."

"I don't know." He shrugged and smirked. "Maybe because you were so jealous of my so-called affair with my secretary."

Avery whipped around and poked her in the chest, dark eyes flashing. "I wasn't jealous of your dirty affair with your secretary!"

"How many times do I need to say it?" He snapped. "I didn't have any affair with my secretary!"

"You can say what you want," Avery snapped. "I couldn't care less what you did or who you did it with!" She raised her chin.

"Doesn't seem like it," Malachai pointed out. "You're a terrible liar."

Avery shook her head and stuck her tongue at him before walking away.

"Tell me honestly," he said as he tried to catch up with her. "Why did you accept the invitation? I certainly don't know the groom and I just barely interact with the bride."

"It's the same for me," she shrugged. "But at the same time, I didn't think it was the sort of event I'd want to miss! It will probably be something that's talked about for ages!"

"Don't you think it's obvious that Selina invited so many people in the hope that Elijah would be so busy mingling that he wouldn't bump into Dorian?" Malachai asked.

She rolled her eyes. "You mean like how we bumped into each other?"

"Fat chance of that not happening, even if the hole planet is here." She laughed, and Malachai laughed too.

"At least I can be assured. That you haven't done any more magic tricks to put more couples together." Malachai heaved a sigh of relief.

Avery coughed uncomfortably and began running toward the tent without another word to him.

"Avery!" Malachai shouted, heedless of anyone else around. "What have you done?"

"It's none of your damn business if I put a few more future couples together!" Avery spat. She hated the fact that he never seemed to trust her and was critical of everything she did.

"Who are those couples?" He asked firmly. "Tell me now."

She looked away. "E…Eli Mi…and Jo…" She continued to mutter under her breath and avoid his gaze, which made him even more impatient.

"What?" He said, in a softer voice this time. "I couldn't hear."

"Elise Mikaelson and John Wade!" She cried. "There, I said it. Now you know. But any reaction you might have now that you got it out of me is not my fault!"

"Not your fault?!" He put a hand to his heart and gasped for air. "Tell me this is a joke, please!"

"Why would it be? She's a strong young woman and she'll be able to put him in his place and make him better!"

"Oh, damn," he bent over, hands on his knees. "Suddenly, I don't think I can breathe!"

Avery scoffed. "Don't be so dramatic! I know what I'm doing!"

"No offense, but I have to disagree!" Malachai told her. "I'm dramatic because I don't think you know what you're doing at all!"

Then she stopped, suddenly raising her head. She thought she'd seen her brother, Lucifer.

Malachai stood up. "What? What's wrong, Avery?"

She shook her head. "I thought I just saw Lucifer," Avery replied. "But I…I must have been seeing things, because he's not supposed to be here, as far as I know."

"That's exactly why he'd be here," Malachai replied, pulling on his tie before walking away.

"Oh, look at you!" She cried. "Now you have the audacity to run away from me?"

But Malachai said nothing, just continuing to make his way toward the tent.

"Oh, I can't stand that asshole!" Diana Dove Johnson mumbled between clenched teeth, entering the tent just as guests began to arrive.

She grabbed a glass of champagne off a passing tray and emptied it in one gulp.

Lucifer Morningstar could vanish from this earth, and she wouldn't even give a damn, or shed a single tear.

And if it were possible for him to die in a pool of piranhas, it would put a big smile on her face…if only!

She knew by instinct that the devil would find a way to ruin this day and she couldn't do anything to prevent it.

Granted, she had thought of alerting her aunt Selina and Elijah about his presence, but what good would that do when he was already here?"

"A true lady never gulps her champagne," said a voice nearby. "She sips slowly and carefully. She is dignified."

The man who spoke was distinguished, and grinning.. "Take note of that, young lady."

"Who's a young lady?" Diana asked. "Who told you that?" She heaved a big sigh.

"Touche," he replied. And then he winked. "I'm John Wade.

She hesitated and shook his hand. "Diana Dove Johnson."

That startled John as he realized almost immediately that his great granddaughter was standing right in front of him. Not that he'd paid too much attention to his son's life, but…well, yes…he had, from time to time, kept tabs on him and his family…so he was more than aware that the newest member of his line was Eleanor's daughter, Diana."

"It's quite a name," he commented, slowly letting her hand go.

"I know," she nodded. "It comes from…"

"I know," he nodded. "The Dove Lake."

She nodded, surprised. "You know the place?"

"Yes," John nodded. "I've been there a few times. It's a beautiful place to think." He put his hands in his pockets.

"My parents spent a lot of time at the lake, and they never forgot it, so when I came along…they named me after it." She didn't know why she was telling a stranger these things, but…she was.

"It was a good choice. Love makes people do crazy things, wouldn't you say?" He winked and raised a glass of scotch to his lips.

Diana shrugged. "I can't really say. I don't know much about love."

"Good," John chuckled. "A very good reason for you to stay away from it."

"So…here's a boring question," Diana said. "Are you here for the bride or the groom? As a relative or whatever, I mean."

John learned forward with a smirk. "Well, I have a…rather exciting answer to your boring question," he replied, gesturing for her to lean forward before whispering, "Can you keep a secret?"

She nodded. "I'll try," she whispered back.

"Well…I'm not here for either," he confessed. "I wasn't really invited."

Diana chuckled and shook her head at his daring. "Well, your secret is safe with me. But you won't be secret forever if you're always out in the open like this."

He chuckled. "It's against my nature to hide. Why would I?" He replied nonchalantly. "Tell me something, Ms. Diana Dove Johnson. "Why were you gulping that champagne down earlier? Has something upset you?"

Diana sighed. "Well, let's say that you're not the only uninvited guest here."

John narrowed his eyes. What had that sneaky Lucifer Morningstar done now? He raised his head and saw Lucifer hiding behind a potted plant before running away. Coward!

"You don't say," he grinned. "I don't know if I like the idea of having competition." He paused. "I liked the idea of being the only uninvited guest today.

"Oh, don't worry," Diana assured him. "There's no competition there between you and that…that.." She stopped talking, her hands balled into fists.

"That clown? Pretentious jerk? Foolish moron?" He listed the names, grinning.

"Right," she chuckled. "All of the above."

John said, "I'm glad I was able to make you laugh, Ms. Johnson."

She gave him shy smile.

She couldn't explain it, but she felt at ease with this man, like she'd known him all her life.

"It's…that man has caused my family a lot of pain. "And if I had the strength, I would crush him like the bug he is."

"What makes you think you don't have the strength?" John asked.

Without replying, she looked away, biting her bottom lip.

John grabbed another glass of champagne from a passing server and handed it to her. "To give you courage."

"No, I shouldn't," Diana shook her head, dark eyes wide. "I mean I shouldn't have even had the first one."

"I won't tell," he assured her with a wink.

That made her smile and take the glass and a small sip. "I can feel you're not human," she said. "You must be supernatural."

"You're very perceptive," John nodded. "I'm many things."

"Me too," she confessed with a slight blush. "Human too. That's why I don't think I can…"

"Don't sell yourself short," John told her. "What makes you think you couldn't come from a line of powerful ancestors?"

"I don't think that could be the case," she frowned. "I'm pretty…pretty average. My father was human before being turned into vampire…and my mom's a bit of everything. A very powerful witch.

"Sometimes life surprises you, my dear," John told her. "I don't think you give yourself enough credit."

"Why would you say that?" Diana asked. "You don't even know me. We've just barely met."

"Because I see how powerful you are, and you don't," he replied honestly. "Believe me, you could crush the man who is causing you so much pain if you wanted to."

"I mean…he's not causing me any distress personally," Diana blushed. "All the trouble he caused happened a long time ago and I couldn't care less about him," she lied, blushing.

"If you say so," he winked.

"Tell why someone would just come uninvited to a wedding?" She asked, chin raised.

"Took you long enough to ask that question," he chuckled. Then he leaned forward and spoke in a whisper. "Because I love the drama. And it's a given there will be some today."

Diana leaned back and sighed. "I can't argue with that."

Before John could reply, a sharp, angry voice rang out, directed at her.

"Diana Dove Johnson, stay away from that man!"

They both turned, and Diana's eyes widened as her very angry grandfather, Sean Mikaelson, stomped toward them with her worried grandmother, Sarah, on his heel.