UPON COLBY'S REQUEST, one of Marcel's vampires took her home, to the apartment. Opening the door, she saw Claire sitting on the couch, who looked up at her as she entered.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting you back so soon." She said, smiling softly, closing the book she was reading. Colby felt her heart beat faster as she threw her messenger bag onto the armchair next to the couch, setting her angry gaze on her aunt.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" Claire's smile faltered as she stared at Colby, taking in her words, how hurt and angry she sounded.

"Tell you what?" Claire asked, making Colby scoff. She began pacing the room in anger, running a hand through her hair when it fell into her face.

"That you were a witch! That you were shunned from your coven for stopping the Harvest!" Colby shouted, throwing her hands out to the side. Claire paused, narrowing her eyes at Colby.

"How did you find out about this?" She asked slowly. Colby rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

"Marcel told me. Marcel! I found out from him, because you decided to keep it from me." Colby exclaimed, making Claire sigh. She gestured for Colby to sit next to her on the couch, and after a moment of hesitation, Colby sat in the armchair, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I was hoping I would never have to. The moment I was shunned from my coven, I was done. I haven't done magic since." Claire said, frowning. "You have to understand, if I had thought there was any danger to you, I would have told you. I would have told you everything." The words tugged at Colby's heart, making her frown. She was hurt, yes, but she could never hate Claire.

"Was my mom...?" Colby trailed off, looking at her aunt directly for the first time since she got there. Claire quickly shook her head.

"No. No, of course not. The witch gene came from our father. Your mother, Rachel, got her, um, gift from our grandmother." Colby leaned forward, elbows resting on her knee's. "I was hoping it hadn't passed down to you, but, I see now that it has." Colby intertwined her fingers together, looking at Claire.

"What am I, Claire?" Colby asked seriously, and her aunt took a deep breath, raising her head to meet Colby's eyes.

"A wailing woman. A banshee." As Claire said the words, Colby inhaled sharply, taking it all in, before her dream flashed into her mind.

"My mother wasn't sick, was she? That's not how she died." Colby asked hesitantly. Claire shook her head sadly, and Colby's heart skipped a beat. How many more lies had Claire told her? What else didn't Colby know?

"The voices, the deaths, the screams; it became too much for her. Rachel was losing her mind, her grasp on reality loosening with each scream. It got to the point where she wasn't just sensing the deaths anymore – she was feeling them. Those things haunted her. When she knew her death was coming, she asked only one thing from me. To take her to the bayou." Claire explained, images of her dying sister flashing into her mind. Colby shot up onto her feet in disbelief, anger radiating from her.

"You left my mother to die, all alone, in the bayou?!" Colby shouted, but Claire just looked up at her calmly, her warm brown eyes filled with remorse.

"But she wasn't alone, Colby. The wolves, they were there." Claire explained gently. Colby frowned, remembering the wolves from her dream, and the wolf in the bayou.

"Why the bayou?" She asked, biting the inside of her cheek as her mind raced.

"A banshee's loudest scream is the one signifying their own death. If she had remained in the Quarter, her scream would have killed not only her, but possibly others around her. She didn't want to chance putting you in danger." Tears welled in Colby's eyes as the image of her mothers dead body came to the forefront of her mind; her mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes glazed over, staring into nothing.

"You said something about things haunting her. What were they?" Colby asked, knowing she was treading on dangerous territory now. Claire laughed humorlessly, the guilt evident in her voice.

"Other banshees. Dead ones. Rachel said that they would come to her, often at night, sometimes to help her, other times to hurt her." Colby's breath hitched, remembering the thing that threw her from her bed. "I never took her seriously, Colby. That was my first mistake." The information sunk in as Colby fell back into her chair. Her mind raced as she thought everything over, inhaling sharply.

"I don't think I can stay here anymore." Claire nodded sadly, making Colby's heart ache. "It's not because of you, Claire. I love you. I know you were trying to protect me, but I just," Colby took a deep breath. "I feel like there's something I need to do. Something I am meant to do. And I can't do that here." Claire smiled, eyes watering.

"My little girl, all grown up." Colby and Claire stood, moving to hug each other. Claire kissed the top of Colby's head. "Your mother would be so proud of you." Colby held back tears as she smiled, taking a step back.

"I better get going. I should make sure I have a place to stay before just leaving, right?" Grabbing her bag from the chair, Colby quickly made her way out of the apartment.

Exiting the complex, Colby eyed her Jeep sitting in her usual parking space, underneath an old tree in the corner of the parking lot. As she moved over to her Jeep, she saw Elijah and Klaus waiting for her. She didn't know how they knew she would be needing her Jeep, or that she would be coming downstairs, but decided not to question it. Smiling brightly, Colby approached them.

"Hey, guys!" The brothers looked away from each other and over to Colby as she came to a stop in front of them. Elijah held out the keys to her Jeep, dropping them in her hand.

"We thought you might want your car back, and we had some business in the area." He said, glancing at the Abattoir across the street.

"Thanks. I was just about to come find you guys, actually. I need a favor." Colby said nervously, fiddling with the keys in her hands, making them jangle.

"And what's that?" Klaus asked curiously, pushing away from where he leaned against the Jeep.

"I need a place to stay. I was wondering if I could crash at your place?" She asked, smiling sheepishly. The brothers gave each other an amused look before turning their attention back to her.

"Of course, Colby. You're more than welcome." Elijah said with a small smile. Colby grinned widely, fighting off the urge to throw herself at them with hugs.

"Thank you so much!" She exclaimed, beginning to move around to the driver side door. "Do you guys want a ride?"

–•–•–

"So, you're back in action, I see." Colby said, pulling out of the parking lot, looking towards Elijah who sat in the passenger seat. Klaus, much to his annoyance, was demoted to back seat.

"Yes, indeed I am. I have heard quite a bit about you from my brother. It seems you've gotten caught up in this mess." Elijah said, sounding regretful. Colby shrugged, rolling to a stop, briefly pausing at the stop sign before continuing on.

"I was going to be caught up in it either way. Originals or not, it was bound to happen." She paused, pursing her lips as she glanced in the rear-view mirror back at Klaus. "Maybe this is a bad time, but, I found something out today. About me, what I am." Klaus leaned forward, suddenly interested in what was happening. He stuck his head between the two front seats, blonde hair sticking out in the corner of Colby's eye.

"Go on." He encouraged. Colby took a deep breath, turning onto a long stretch of road, leading towards the Mikaelson home.

"I'm a banshee. Wailing woman. The myth is that, the wailing of a banshee warns of impending death. Turns out it's not such a myth, I guess. My mother was one too." Klaus' gaze softened at the mention of Colby's mother, and even Elijah somberly gazed out the window. It was quiet the rest of the drive, and as Colby parked her Jeep in front of the house, Elijah put a hand on her shoulder.

"If you were to be wrapped up in this unfortunate mess despite our appearance, I am glad we came back when we did." Colby smiled at Elijah's sincere words, before climbing out of the Jeep, letting Klaus get out before slamming the door shut. As Colby and Klaus walked through the front door, Rebekah scoffed at Klaus.

"Nik, finally. What–" Rebekah was cut off by Elijah walking in after them, a smile on his face. Running to Elijah, Rebekah threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Colby zoned out as the two spoke, before Elijah followed Hayley outside.

Colby looked out the window, the white curtains over it laying still. The lamp illuminated the room as Colby stared out into the night. A figure caught her eye, behind the curtain, as it took a step toward her. Eyes widening in horror, Colby took a step back, into Klaus, as the figure dropped out of sight, disappearing.

"Colby? What's wrong?" Rebekah asked as Klaus placed his hands on Colby's shoulders to steady her. Colby opened her mouth to speak, before promptly shutting it again. She was overwhelmed, she was just seeing things.

"Nothing, just tired." Colby said simply, peeling her eyes away from the window. As a chill ran down her spine, she simply smiled at Rebekah, ignoring the way the curtains now swayed softly.