"I'd be careful if I were you, the Mikaelson's are unpredictable when someone has got an advantage over them."

Marcel warned the Gorgon a day after revealing herself to Rebekah Mikaelson, and while the blonde had seemed to run off into the night they all knew it was only time before things went off. Marcel of course had made sure Davina was safe but as for Medusa, well she preferred life on the edge.

As of the moment the brunette walked the streets of the French Quarter, paying no particular mind to her surroundings as she enjoyed the tourists and the residents alike.

"Hmm," Medusa hummed as his warning went in one ear and out the other. "Do you think I should wear a gold dress or black?"

"Medusa—what are you doing?" Marcel retorted after an annoyed sigh.

She rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Do you honestly think I am even slightly worried about their retaliation. Your ex lover and old frenemy are the least of my worries at the moment, let them come to me Marcellus, I'd love to give my serpent free rule."

"You're not at full power yet Medusa, that's a bit worrying considering they are originals." Marcel contradicted her.

Medusa stopped in her tracks and a clever smile appeared on her lips as her eyes brighten, "is that Marcel Gerard showing affection for a girl he once called a bitch with scales?"

"You're my favorite bitch with scales alright, and also the only thing that could probably rival the bite of a hybrid. I'd kindly like to keep you close," Marcel admitted with a slight sarcasm in his voice but Medusa could tell the sentiment was there, Marcel had a damn what happened to her. Over the months since they'd met the two had gone from frenemies to actual close companions and although Marcel would probably never make a move on her much like Medusa would never think about him in another form then a friend or ally they still had their moments and above all they both set issues aside for the better of Davina

"Well Marcel, you need not worry, I can take care of myself just fine." The snug brunette responded and ended the call just as the sound of rapid moving feet came close.

She was swept away so fast her breath got caught in her throat and the feeling of a cold hand wrapped around her neck barely registered. The hair framing her face suddenly whirled as she was smacked into a nearby alleyway, the breaks of the walls pinching into her bare back.

A slow laugh escaped her lips as she moved her head around to get the hair away, and her hips circled in comfort. "Marcel warned me you'd be coming, guess now you know who I am."

"Did you think your little tricks would go unnoticed? I had my suspicions, Love, but now you've messed with my sister. You and that little witch could have killed her, and that just won't do." Klaus threatened her, his face neared her own and she could tell this was his play. He wanted to intimidate her, to show his dominance.

"Ah ah ah," Medusa warned him to back off as the snake that had once been only a chunky bracelet to Klaus now slid off her wrist and appeared around his hand, hissing and baring its fangs ready to strike at its mothers call. "Threatening me won't work out in your advantage, the snake here has the capability to turn most into stone, wouldn't want to tempt fate by risking it all now, Niklaus."

Klaus dropped his hand as even his own ego warned him to back off and give this women her space. He watched in anger and slight awe as the snake hisses at him, it's silver color was almost iridescent even in the dimly lit alleyway. Medusa lifted her other hand and calmed the snake, shushing it's hisses and cupping it like a child. "It's alright, my child, he can't harm us. He can't do anything to us."

Klaus had been in a stunned silence until her taunts appeared and suddenly he remembered just how angry he was. How Rebekah had showed up to the old home looking petrified and her yell had pierced his ears and echoed.

"Marcel possesses a weapon strong enough to kill an original and a monster from myth! He has both and you've handed out brother over to him!"

He swallowed his fury and calmly stated, "what are you still doing here? I thought the witches wanted to send you back to hell."

"Not hell, my dear Klaus, the Underworld," she corrected him. Her smile was laced with mischief and evil, "hell is a place where others go, you can call it one of the many circles. The Underworld is ruled by, Hades, a dear friend of mine, a few of our other misfortunate friends, and once upon a time, me."

"Whatever it is you'll go crawling back to it, if the witches haven't killed you then I will if you get in my way." Klaus threatened although they seemed to have slightly deteriorated in anger. He was being smart though, not getting close.

The snake around its mothers neck hisses lowly, Medusa humming to the small noise, "Lucifer was right, you are nothing compared to him. When they told me who you were, when I heard the stories of your past I expected some demon to challenge me but you? I did worse things on my first day cursed, you're no different to Zeus or Poseidon. You're tiny in the grand scheme of things—no I think your threat means as much as the witches. And besides, if you were so ready to kill me Klaus you'd have told them already. I think, you're planning something big, and you want me involved."

Her cunning smile said it all, she had won and as she pushed off the wall and exited the alley she thought of Ares, yes Klaus was more like him. Ares was admittedly a fool and too greedy for his own good but he always had his eyes on the prize, or victory. And Klaus, well he was certainly no Lucifer as he didn't have to wits to admit that somethings were out of his hand but he did open her eyes to the possibility that maybe he had earned a bit of the devils name. She was intrigued to say the least now.

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"He's kind of handsome, in a Hades kind of way," Medusa spoke softly, like a slow hiss as she petted the hair of Klaus's sleeping brother and hummed to herself as Davina flustered around the room.

"You have got to stop doing that," Davina muttered as she stopped looking between the racks of clothes to have her blue eyes slit slightly and then look back. Her pouty lips pushed outward as she debated which dress was best for the occasion. "These dresses, such elegance."

"Yes, Yes, theyre all beautiful and quite expensive but I need you to decide which one is best for this charity ball. Marcel said something about masquerade themed as well and I thought you were a better option then asking him for an opinion. The last time I was at a party my dear sisters and I were the guests of honor." Medusa hadn't even turned to acknowledge the dresses as she continued to look at the eldest Mikaelson and distinguished similarities between him and his brother. They both had the same jaw, although this ones seemed a bit sharper, but Klaus obviously looked more like Rebekah then his brother. She was told there was 2 others, technically 4, but the other two had died before they'd been reborn and well one of the missing originals was already dead.

"You are the guest of honor this time," Davina notted and turned her head again with amusement.

"Yes, but this time I'll be able to converse and not have offerings at my feet." Medusa replied as her serpent suddenly slid from her hand and hissed at the Originals face. It slithered around and coiled itself around the center of his chest before returning to its mothers arm. Medusa raised an eyebrow at that movement, "Davina? Have you been working on him?"

The brunette witch blinked at her question, "what? No, no I haven't."

Davina pressed her lips together and busied herself by moving the dresses around in order to keep from having Medusa continue. She hadn't told her exactly what she had done as the Gorgon would have likely scolded her for removing the dagger without her presence, luckily she had put it back.

Medusa hummed at the response and her snake before standing, she breathed deeply and turned back to the dresses, "so black or gold?"

"Who are you going as?" Davina questioned.

Medusa scoffed, "as a women looking for a drink." And when Davina gave her a dry stare the brunette sighed and responded. "I'd much rather just go and enjoy the night as a hefty donar."

The Gorgon has surprisingly inherited quite a lump sum of money from the gods, of course she used inherited loosely as it was more like she'd known all there favorite hiding spots and taken all the gold art, and even some money from it. Took some time and she had to fly out with Marcel to Greece, promising a few smugglers money beyond their wildest dreams. She'd killed them all though, mainly because she'd found a few scheming to take the loot for themselves. With the help of a very permanent memory and an everlasting grudge against every damned god under the Olympus sun she had found the money within a weeks time. After that it was simply converting the treasures into real world money and then using a small amount to give her a life. She was Emilia Deusa on paper, or M, to most of the people who knew her. And tonight she would be Marcel's partner, giving another sum of money to New Orleans.

"Go with the gold," Davina finally gave her a definitive answer and Medusa raised a brow at her finality. She sighed, crossed her arms and followed up, "if you're not going as anything then at least stand out amongst the crowd. Besides Marcel, you two will look invincible."

Medusa smirked at pulled the golden number from the rack, "I suppose you are right. I'll be seeing Klaus and his sister tonight, might as well make an impression considering I'll formally meet the sister tonight as the brother—we'll he's going to learn not to put his hands on me."

"Enjoy your night," the witch breathed and pulled at the other dresses. Medusa could see how tempted she was to put them off, to get ready and go with her. And if she could admit it to anyone she would say her heart broke into pieces to leave Davina every time. She could imagine the little witch with her every time she left, the two sitting at Marcel's compound, watching others get drunk. Marcel being incredibly overprotective of the young girl as older men would try to hit on her and Davina's bright smile plastered across her face for the night. She wished things were different for at least the night, so Davina could see the kingdom Marcel ruled and she protected.

Medusa looked at the rest of the dresses and plastered a smile on her face, "keep the rest of them."

"What?" Davina blinked. "What am I suppose to do..."

"One day, very soon, you'll be attending them with us and when that day comes you will need choices. You can pick from these or any you'd want, but start with these and find something you like."

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"I must say, damn I look good!" Marcel praised himself as he straightened his tie in the mirror and smirked at himself.

"Oh please, stop before I gag all over this Versace," Medusa jokingly commented as she pressed on her earrings and fixed her hair one last time in the same vanity mirror. She elbowed the vampire playfully, "are you nearly done or would you like to add some blush?"

"Don't hate what you ain't got, M," Marcel jokes but straightened his tie once more and extended his hand out so the brunette could take it.

She stared him down for a moment before placing her hand in his own and lifting. "Anything interesting planned for tonight?"

"Nope," he answered with a smile. "Got Theirry running something special for the the witches and everything else can wait until tomorrow. Today, we dance and drink among the most elite."

"Elite? You mean these ass kissing bastards you call notable politicians?" She snorted but placed her arm in the crook of his elbow and walked down the halls and to the loud voices and music.

"Yes, those very ones." Marcel replied as the music slowly died out from the crowd and the two rounded the corners to find the party.

The DJ announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, let's give a warm round of apples to our gracious hosts and the very generous donators of tonight's festivities! Marcel Gerard and Emilia Deaus!"

The crowd clapped as did the dancers and they all gawked at the pair. They were so beautiful, and regal it was nearly impossible to detach your eyes and as the two climbed down the stairs and waved at the audience, laughs in synch as they greeted everyone, even the Original could admit that they truly were a sight.

Rebekah and Klaus shared a look, one of which told them that nothing, not even those bastards the Salvatore's could compare to these two. While the Salvatore's has balls for everything they did these two clearly had wits, and a power unmatched.

"We are truly cut out for a fight with those two United," Rebekah stated as her eyes not once moved from the beautiful brunette and the male who whispered in her ear as if they were a couple.

"Those two can really make an entrance," Cami said as even she was left slightly shocked.

Rebekah wanted to say something sly, even slightly bitchy but words escaped her and instead she could only gaze.

Her eyes only managed to move when Medusa broke apart from Marcel and she noticed her brother part from them. Her hand reached out, digging into his arm, "where do you think you're going? We have a plan."

Cami was too distracted by the audacious dancing going on to notice the sibling spat as Klaus yanked his arm away. "If you must know, little sister, I am going to take care of her."

"Klaus, whatever your infatuation is for that mythical girl I suggest you set it aside tonight, our brother is more important."

"Don't you think I know that? She was there too which means she must know, if I can get her to slip anything we will be that much closer and with a temper like hers, I will." Klaus said with finality and slipped away into the crowd.

"Your brother sure seems like a handful," Cami commented as the two watched the crowd began to couple up and dance.

"Yes well, he's not exactly in the best mood. Marcel's companions seems to have caught his attention in a very negative way." Rebekah responded as she saw Cami's blue eyes watch the male Mikaelson walk away and a brief notion passed her mind that maybe another blonde would be in her brothers future but judging by Klaus's immediate attention towards the sultry brunette she figured maybe that would not happen.

From another corner of the party Medusa hummed to herself, her first stop was to the bad and hopefully she would be able to get something drink before she confronted an original or two. This dress made her feel like a muse, like Aphrodite even and she felt full entitled to that right as every mans eyes ogled at her and even some women stared in her direction.

The music was growing louder and the rhythm made her hips wish to move, now if only she had a dance partner.

Her smirk was repressed as she felt a hand reach out and grasp her wrist, stopping her tracks and turning her.

"Care for a dance?" Klaus technically asked her but his hand was already entangled with her own.

She eyed him before a sigh gently left her lips, and besides—a dance was not entirely bad even if the company did intend on killing her.

She reached out and placed her hand atop his shoulders, allowing Klaus to grip the dip in her waist and pull her tighter. There was enough space for them to talk face to face, and their eyes to match, dominance between two likely monsters dancing together.

"I must say, you clean up quite well Klaus," Medusa hummed and she meant it. The black was impeccable and made him more handsome in her eyes. She took notice of the mask in his hand and rolled them in amusement, "even if you will never match up to the person."

Klaus didn't even seem slightly angry by her backhanded compliment, "seems like the devil holds a soft spot in your heart."

"Heart? No, that was taken the day I was cursed by gods who didn't care about anything other then rules." She bit back very cooly and gripped his shoulder a bit tighter, intimidatingly. "I don't care much for rules, Klaus, and I don't care much for men who seem to think they're entitled to more then just themselves."

"We've all heard your tragic story love, let's not forget how it ends." Klaus warns her and of course how could he not hav shears about the infamous Medusa. She was a beauty condemned to a life of solidarity for a crime that was out of her hands but she took matters into her own hands and thus was punished for justice, although back then killing rapists was not seen as justice as more of a massacre. Personally if Klaus had not know her he would have give her props for getting herself out of hell but this women he had come to know in the last few days, the menace to his family and legacy—well it would not do if she kept on the other side.

"Times are different know, " she declares and holds her head up high. The snake around her neck hisses once more to further her threat but this time Klaus does not back off, instead he presses her tighter and moves them a bit faster with the music. He shows her how ready is now, how this small war between them will not instill fear in him just because of her advantage. Medusa smirks, almost as if she enjoys a fair competition and raises a brow in resilience. "Things are different for you as well Klaus, you've no longer got the upper hand. Marcel and I, we can take you down with a flick of a wrist. I'm sure the actual devil would enjoy turning you into a play thing down there, he's got quite a imagination."

"You must miss him, rest assured, you won't for long. He's not the only one creative with death." Klaus responded back with a steady demeanor.

"Don't tempt me with a good time," she tsked at him. "Come now Klaus, these half assed threats of yours are getting old, when will you actually do something. When will you really show me power, to give I must get, Klaus, show me."

"What if I don't give? What if I offer?" Klaus remarked and suddenly his tone was different. "You were right when you said I was planning something."

"Oh?" Medusa hummed with interest. "And I assume an overthrow of the king is it? A usurper are you?"

"It's not a usurper when you take back what was always yours, love, it's merely claiming your territory. Marcel was never a king, he was a commander who got to ahead of himself." Klaus corrected her and the brilliant twinkle to his eyes meant he was getting somewhere. Klaus could admit, standing this close, with her body pressed against his and that deadly serpent of hers hissing only enough for him to hear, its slithering body moved just enough for him to notice and he smirked because he had never felt more alive. The dangers he was tempting, it was almost sinful...

"Oh, dear Klaus, have you not learned anything in the days since your return? Marcel is not King because he took a throne when it was abandoned, or because he has since removed every existence of you and your family. It is because Marcel has been named king, all these people, admire him. Wether they be vampire, humans, politicians, men, women it doesn't matter they all want him as king because he is damn good at it. Forgive me but since you've been back it seems you've only brought chaos to these lands, and I don't think the people will be so forthcoming if that is all you offer. I'll enjoy seeing you try though."

Her smirk nearly made Klaus wish to either kiss her or kill her, he could never really tell but it was enough of a moment for her to get away and leave him on the dance floor, like a proper fool.

He'd never met a girl like her, not Caroline, not Aurora, not even Hayley could bring some sort of similarity to this women of myth. She was truly written from scripture, a type that was cemented in stone and then whispered about from all corners of the world. Her tale was millions of years old, one repeatedly spoken about but meeting her was entirely different then knowing the words the described her.

Medusa was much like the words that had been written about her for the very first time, surreal.

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Melaus? Kledusa??