Rolan had led Hayley outside and sat with her, their hands joined and Rolan making circles on the back of her hand with his thumb.  he left once Rebekah came out, going inside but not seeing Klaus.  He walks into another room, this one with many canvases and paints and brushes.  He had a canvas in front of him, with splashes of color already on it and his brush was going at a furious pace.  Rolan leaned against the door frame, smiling at the show of something the hybrid seemed to love doing.

"Your rather good," Rolan told him, stepping inside and gesturing to some of the art work on the walls.  

"Do you paint?" Klaus asked the hunter who smiled sheepishly and shook his head no.

"Never had a lot of time for painting growing up, and even less when I got older, but before all the hunting I used to enjoy painting," Rolan told him, moving from painting to painting, admiring them with a sad smile.  

"Why didn't you have time?" Klaus asked, he had froze no longer painting instead looking at the masculine hunter who had his back to the hybrid.  

"Growing up my father was training me to be a hunter, he wasn't all that nice about it either," Rolan said picking up a sketch book and flipping through the pages.  

"Why?" Klaus asked, there had to have been a reason.  Rolan seemed shocked at the question, pausing his flipping to turn and look at Klaus.  

"My mom was killed, when I was 5 by a supernatural creature.  A witch coven used her in a sacrifice, we have no idea why, she was human," Rolan told him and Klaus lowered his paintbrush, putting it down all together and giving Rolan his full attention.  "My dad lost it in a way, the witches went after me next, tied me up and had cut each of my arms, gathering my blood, pulled out one of my nails.  Then he appeared, shooting a bullet in each of their skulls, then at the rope holding me.  I hid until he killed them all.  After that he started training me, to hunt the things that went bump in the night," Rolan told him, the sketchbook still in his arms.

"I'm sorry," Klaus told him but Rolan just smiled and shrugged.

"Eh it's fine, it was over a decade ago," He told him still smiling though Klaus recognized the pain in his eyes.

"Your dad, he didn't just train you did he?" Klaus asked, Rolan chuckled lightly shaking his head.

"That is a story for another day," Rolan told him with a smirk before putting down the sketch book and walking out the door, unknowingly taking a small piece of the hybrid, who watched him leave, with him.

Okay so Rolan would never admit it but he doesn't plan very well.  And he definaitly didn't plan to end up in bed with a witch named Sabine.  Not that she was bad in bed, actually she was pretty good, a great kisser.  Currently they both had their shirts off and Sabine was only in a bra and panties.  Sabine was working on getting Rolan's pants off when the door to his motel room was slammed open by an original hybrid and his sister.

The two stopped, Sabine hiding her body with his motels sheets while he shot up, standing in the way of Sabine.  "WHAT THE HELL?" He shouted at them in surprise while their eyes were wide at what they walked in on.  

"We need to talk with you," Rebekah said, stepping into the room.

"A phone call would have sufficed," Rolan snapped at them, while throwing Sabine her clothes, the witch quickly running to the bathroom to change.  

"Well we don't exactly have your number," Rebekah snapped, jealously putting a slight burn in her chest.  

"Or my hotel number, how the hell did you find me?" Rolan asked them.

"I sniffed you out, part werewolf love," Klaus told him with a smirk that Rolan returned.

The hunter pointed at the hybrid, "You would totally liked being called daddy."  Klaus chuckled shaking his head at the flirty, funny and handsome hunter.  Klaus momentarily froze when he realized what he had called the hunter inside his head.  Rolan shot him a confused look when he noticed the hybrid freeze, but the hybrid only smiled at him.  Sabine exited the bathroom and walked over to the door but halfway their her arm was grabbed and she was spun into a hard chest.  She looked up at Rolan who smirked at her before he kissed her, his hand resting on her cheek while one her arms wrapped around his neck.  When they seperated he smiled at her, "I will be seeing you later."  Sabine nodded with a smile and a giggle before she left the room.  

Rolan's face went serious as he looked at the two, "Lets go talk at your place."

They enter the house and Klaus turns to his sister, "Okay we have him, now tell me what information you have."

"You were right the girl, Cami, is the key.  Marcel likes her, and because of that I got to see this secret weapon of his you've been going on about," Rebekah tell them.

"Well don't linch on the details, what is it?" Rolan asked, once again leaning on a wall, which Klaus noted he did quite a lot.  

"It's not a what, its a who.  A girl, Davina.  She can't be more than 16 and I have never felt power like that," Rebekah tells them.

"Huh, Davina the teenage witch," Rolan said with a huff.

"She's not just any witch, she's something I've never seen before, something beyond powerful, and now because of you she has Elijah.  Who knows what she could do to him," Rebekah said and Rolan was momentarily surprised.

"Wait, she had your brother?" He asked, stepping forward.

"Yes, Klaus gave him to Marcel, who gave him to Davina," Rebekah said with a glare to her brother who sighed and placed him hands on his hips.

"Yes, well if I knew I would have weighed my options a little better, but where is she?" Klaus asked.

Rebekah paused, thinking out where the witch was only to kiss her teeth and growl out, "That clever bitch, I don't know."

"What the hell do you mean you don't know?" Rolan asked, sounding annoyed.

"She wiped my memory of the location.  Marcel possesses a weapon bigger and more powerful than an Original and you handed our brother to him!  How many times will Elijah forgive you?  How long until his hope for your redemtion finally dies?"

"I did what I had to do!  Marcel took our home!" Klaus shouted in response to his sister.

"And our home is worthless without family.  I am finding Elijah- whatever it takes.  Are you going to help me?" Rebekah asked her brother.

Klaus sighed looking at her with sincere eyes, "Whatever it takes."

Rolan stepped forward with a teasing grin, "Well you didn't ask but I'll help too.  Every team needs a hot muscley guy, and while Klaus is hot, he's not ripped.  Sorry, handsome."  Rolan winked at Klaus smirked.

"After all this, I am going to have to see you in action, hot muscley guy," Rebekah said with a smirk, which Rolan found extremely hot.  "My bed or yours?"  She asked, her smirk turned teasing.

"Don't objectify me," He tells her.  "But yours, it's probably bigger and more comfortable."