The next day, The next day, Hayley, Lizzie, Faye and Rebekah were rifling through several old chests of clothes while they search for a Casket Girls Festival outfit to wear in the courtyard.

Faye was wearing a sweater with a jean and some boots.

Lizzie was wearing a top with a leather jacket, a jean and some boots.

"So Davina is missing, huh?" Lizzie asked.

"Walked right out of the front door, apparently. Know anything about it?" Rebekah says, nodding.

"No, although I did tell her that the Elders were dead." Lizzie told the blonde Original.

"Well, why would she care, when the witches tried to kill her in their ritual?" Rebekah asked in confusion, shaking her head.

"I think it was more that Marcel didn't tell her that the one thing preventing her from being free had been eliminated."Lizzie explained.

"So you are the reason she's run off." Hayley stated.

"Hey, I was just telling her the truth. She's the one who realized they were just using her to keep their control over the witches."Lizzie defended herself.

"Yeah well, I've never been a fan of the boys club. Just wait, Elijah will join them and the three of them will be impossible. Used by the witches, lied to by Marcel, manipulated by Elijah, threatened by Klaus. Just like a modern-day Casket Girl." Rebekah said, as they watched Marcel, and Klaus on the balcony as they mutter quietly to each other.

"Are you talking about Davina or yourself?" Faye questioned Rebekah.

"Does it matter? Either way, us girls have got to stick together." Rebekah replied.

Apparently, they'd gotten Davina back but not without a storm. The girl had gone full dark witch, trying to kill Marcel, Klaus and Elijah and even tortured them a little for good measure. Honestly, Lizzie was kind of impressed. Standing up to two Originals? Bold. Reckless. Iconic.

But in the end, Davina lost her boyfriend, Timothy. Klaus had compelled the poor boy to drink poison and pass it on to Davina. Luckily for her, Marcel had anticipated something like that and a witch cast a protection spell on the young teenager witch.

Now everyone was furious at Klaus _ well except Lizzie. She didn't know Timothy.

Besides, Klaus had reacted exactly like Klaus would. Davina had become a threat and threats got neutralised. If the girl wanted to let loose, she should've gone to a club, maybe made out with a bartender or danced on a table _ not launched a vengeance mission against three of the deadliest immortals in the Quarter.

Anyway, Marcel was just delaying the inevitable. Davina was already being consumed by her magic _ Lizzie had said as much, repeatedly. No one ever listened.

Hayley bursted into Lizzie's room, panic clear on her face. She was pacing as she admitted "I think I made a mistake."

Lizzie asked "What did you do?"

Hayley began, wringing her hands "My pack's cursed. We can only turn into wolves on the full moon. Sophie offered to help... she said she could break the curse if I gave her information on where Elijah's old lover was buried."

Lizzie sat up straighter, suspicious already as Hayley continued "But now... Davina's been drawing her and calling her some kind of ancient evil. And Sophie's not answering her phone anymore."

Lizzie groaned "Oh, fantastic. The witch bitch's getting problematic."

Hayley sighed "I know. I messed up."

Lizzie said "You should've told me, or Luke or Faye about your pack's curse. We could've helped. And unlike you, we would do it without demanding anything in return."

Hayley admitted "I didn't want us to fight again. We just made up. I didn't want to mess that up."

Lizzie softened "I get it. But yes, I'll help. I'll ask Faye and Luke to help too. That's what friends do."

Hayley blinked, surprised "Really?"

"Of course. But not today. If I do this with Luke and Faye, we'll need to siphon the curse from one of your pack when they're human. So, next full moon. Then we'll need ingredients, which could take time. And a power source. Preferably one of the Mikaelson's or a powerful Heretic."Lizzie told her.

Hayley threw herself at Lizzie in a hug as she exclaimed "You are literally the best friend ever. We're throwing a party at the plantation on the next full moon. I can't wait."

"I know, I'm amazing. And who doesn't love parties? We should bring Bekah too, she looks like she knows how to have fun."Lizzie smirked.

Later, Lizzie found Klaus brooding over a canvas, brush in hand and drink half-forgotten on the table. He was painting with the kind of fury only he could summon.

"I heard you and Davina had a little fight."She teased lightly, walking in without knocking.

He didn't look at her, just kept painting as he replied "And I heard you're the reason she ran off."

Lizzie said, rolling her eyes "Oh come on. I just told her the truth... that she was safe from the witches now that the last elder's dead. I thought she'd run off to her boyfriend or hit up a rave, not plot a triple homicide."

Klaus spun around, eyes blazing as he told her "Because of you, I lost control of my only leverage against the witches _ the same witches who have repeatedly tried to kill our children. And now, Marcel, Elijah and Rebekah are all looking at me like I'm the monster for getting rid of the boy. Not that I'm unfamiliar with that role."

Lizzie crossed her arms and sighed "You don't need Davina. You've got me. I'm a siphon and a damn powerful one. But no one seems to take me seriously. You all act like I'm just some defect with a smile."

"We don't underestimate you, love. You just keep reminding us."Klaus muttered, turning back to the painting.

Lizzie purred "Now, that you're done throwing your little tantrum, how about some hot sex session?"

Klaus arched an eyebrow, grinning "You think you can handle me, little siphon?"

Lizzie hummed in response. Klaus smirked. He crossed the room in a blur, hands cupping her face before his mouth crushed against hers. She broke the kiss only long enough to rip his shirt over his head. He kissed down her neck, his hands working the ties of her clothes, making her shiver.

Lifting her with ease, Klaus laid her on the bed like she was made of glass _ though what followed was anything but gentle. He moved with passion sharpened by fury, need, and something deeper neither of them wanted to name. She sighed his name, fingers digging into his back, her skin on fire under his touch. He kissed her like she was his salvation and his ruin at the same time. And maybe she was.

Because for all their power and madness and violence _ Lizzie and Klaus understood each other in a way that no one else could. And neither of them was about to let go.