ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀʟᴇᴀɴs,
ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴀᴛᴛᴏɪʀ,
ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ,
1919.

Alvaro strutted down the stairs, following his brother who was smirking widely, eyes shining with mischief "One moment please, brother. You know how much I enjoy these illicit, little gatherings." Klaus turned to his little brother, after his feet met the ground floor "Don't you agree, brother?"

Alvaro humed. The werewolf brothers shared a look, nervously. It was common knowledge that Klaus and Alvaro Mikaelson were the worst of the worst of the Originals, with Kol not far behind. And whenever the dirty blonde and barbaric originals joined forces, hazardous things are bound to occur.

"Do not be troubled. Despite my brothers' reputation," Elijah assured as his younger brothers settled beside him "I can assure you, we've invited you here to broker in peace. You have-" the eldest of the trio took a seat, ignoring Klaus, who swayed in his stance rearing to begin whilst Alvaro stood unnervingly still. Unlike Klaus, who seemed sinisterly happy. Alvaro was a void of emotion, wearing an empty scrowl with hallow eyes "-my word."

''And, lucky for you," Klaus chimed, his face serious "our brother always keeps his word." He smiled, stepping from his brothers, gesturing to Elijah with his arm.

Alvaro narrowed his eyes before cocking his head to the side deeply "You two are from the Guerrera crime family." He noted drawing their eyes to him as Klaus smirked "A brutish pack of thieves and killers," he arched an eyebrow "and that's nothing compared to what you become on a full moon, now is it?" He remarked.

"Yes, yes, yes." Elijah intervened, holding an arm out blocking the path between his brothers, knowing that when one started, the other joined in "Of course,-"

"A werewolf bite is not lethal to an Original." Alvaro shifted his weight, dipping one shoulder downwards slightly.

"Conflict-" Elijah continued "-between us would not end well for you at all." He smiled pleasantly, sitting up straighter, he licked his lips, turning serious once more "Let's state our proposal here. My brothers and I, control the ports of the city. But with prohibition soon to be the law of the land..."

"There'll be a certain uptick," Alvaro added "in the kind of federal presence we...my brothers prefer to avoid."

"Therefore," Elijah continued "I'd like to suggest a system whereby under our supervision," he glanced between Alvaro and Klaus "of course, The Guerrera family can traffic alcohol into the city of New Orleans for a profit. We would still be in charge, but our rule...would remain a secret."

All attention drifted to the entrance at the sound of clapping. Elijah stood from his chair as the Guerrera brothers turned their heads. Klaus lifted his head. Alvaro narrowed his eyes in a light glower, as like everyone else, watched a black man in a white suit enter. He immediately noticed the twin boys, following, he shifted his gaze to the smiling man, making a note to remember those boys.

"This all sounds very good, but tell me?" He halted, addressing the group "how will it benefit the witches?"

"I am sorry. This is a private meeting." The eldest Mikaelson informed, wearing a similar expression as his brothers.

"Yes, for kings of the city. But I too am a king, and I have rules." He smiled sickly sweet at Elijah, who shifted his weight, hand resting on his hip.

Alvaro's face bore a hidden snarl under a glower, hands in pockets, just as impressed as his oldest brother. Klaus smirked "I'm impressed. You're either quite ambitious or quite mad." His face dropped "What's your name, mate?"

"I am Alphonz Bellatunde Delgallo, Papa Tunde to my followers. And I come to ask that the witches be granted fair tribute for allowing your existence in our city."

Alvaro raised his brows, insulted. Klaus looked at the floor, failing to conceal his amused smile. "Are you suggesting that you speak for the French Quarter witches?" Elijah questioned.

"Yes," Alvaro drawled "they have minds of their own. They're capable to come themselves."

"I do now." Papa Tunde smiled at the two unimpressed originals, avoiding the youngest's eyes "And I expect our future negotiations to go very smoothly. As a guarantee," he turned to one of the boys, who came forward "I brought a gift." The boy placed a small barrel with leather straps on the table, Tunde placed a hand on the lid, smiling at the Original brothers "I await our next gathering."

The brothers shared a look as Tunde left. Alvaro strided towards the barrel, with Klaus close on his heels. He lifted the lid. And honestly, he wasn't surprised at what he saw. He stared blankly into the barrel, brows nearly reaching his hairline "From the looks of these, we need a new mayor."

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴀᴛᴛᴏɪʀ,
ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ,
ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴀʏ.

"Dearest brethren." Klaus turned the attention of all the vampires - including the two witches - towards himself and Caliban, as they entered the compound on either side of Thierry "Your attention, please.

"No doubt, you're all surprised to see Thierry Vanchure," Caliban announced, smirking charismaticly "who's supposed to be rotting in the Garden for the crime of killing one of your own."

"I personally decided to issue him with a pardon. I hope you'll all welcome home Thierry." Klaus smiled.

Thierry walked forward into the compound as vampires clapped. Thierry and Diego embraced each other. The hybrid and demon duo shared a grin before sauntering towards Marcel. Upstairs, on the balcony Hayley and Prudence retreated to their own business since the spectical was over.

Elijah and Ambrose stood together, deep amongst the vampire brethren. Elijah narrowed his eyes, Klaus's change of heart had surprised him. He also wondered about his brother's friendship with Morgana's brother-in-law. The original and warlock glanced at the other, wondering about similar things.

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sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ.

Rebekah strolled down one of the nemours streets in New Orleans, sandwiched between her older brother and somewhat lover.

"Now, you may doubt him," Elijah spoke "but today I saw Niklaus demonstrate mercy towards an enemy. Tell me that's not progress."

"Please, Elijah." Rebekah huffed "Who do you think convinced Klaus to let Thierry out?"

Both Ambrose's and Elijah's heads spun around, a frown on the original brother's face whilst Ambrose was wide eyed and opened mouthed "You did what?" The warlock cried just before Elijah inquired "Why would you do such a thing?"

"Because," Rebekah looked ahead, walking confidently as the two men gwaked at her "despite Klaus's reprieve, Thierry despises him. I like that about Thierry. I also like he used to date a wiccan, so he knows about French Quarter covens. Maybe he can lead me to whoever stole off the Harvest magic."

"Rebekah, we are all devastated by the outcome of this ritual." Elijah reminded.

"That's just it." Rebekah cried "There was no outcome. We all know that power like that doesn't just vanish."

"You think someone stole it." Ambrose mused, seeing why she'd assume so, it was quite possible for some to steal magic from anything.

"Alvaro is of the mind that someone did." Rebekah glanced at the Spellman for a long second as she spoke "And, he's always had dependable intuition. I'd like to know who and then I'd like to make an ally of them."

The Mikaelson and Spellman men halted causing Rebekah to turn. She stood in front, both she and Ambrose looked at Elijah "To what end, exactly?" He questioned with narrowed brows.

Ambrose looked towards Rebekah, who stepped forward. Attention fully focused on her brother "I'm tired of being threatened and controlled by our tyrant brother. If you want to stop a bully, you need the power to stand up to them."

"I expect such behaviour from Niklaus. It's so disappointing when it comes from you, Rebekah." Elijah stated.

"Klaus is trying, Bekah," Ambrose began delicately as the Mikaelson woman's eyes shifted to him, Elijah narrowed his eyes, observing "to may an effort...in his own way."

Elijah nodded with agreement "He's invited us back into our family home. He yearns for our family to be reunited."

"Yes!" Rebekah scrowled "He's in a brilliant mood now but for how long? It's his trick, Elijah. He lulls you into a false sense of camaraderie and kinship and then he turns on you like a snake. I fall for it every time. And wind up with a dagger in my chest for my trouble. No more."

"I believe that he is approaching some semblance of peace here." Elijah said calmly "Leadership may, in fact, be good for him." Rebekah huffed turning "Now, sister, please, I ask you, if you cannot support him," she cut her turn short, facing her brother.

"At least do nothing to provoke him, Rebekah." Ambrose gazed at the blonde pleading, the last thing he wanted was for to get daggered. He didn't like it when she wanted to leave New Orleans days ago, but at least it was of her own free will "Please."

Rebekah stared at the warlock for a second longer before turning and leaving her brother and the Spellman alone. Ambrose sighed, bowing his head as Elijah observed him. The Mikaelson was aware of his sister's and Ambrose's attraction towards each other. But wasn't sure if they were serious.

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴀᴛᴛᴏɪʀ,
ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ,
sᴀᴍᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.

"Hey guys, we got a problem." Diego informed, dread written all over his face, eyes wide with fear. The Gerard and Mikaelson glared lightly, having been interrupted. Diego took the three to the Cauldron. Caliban and Klaus strolled alongside Diego, Marcel and the rest of the vampires followed.

"We came to mess with the witches, just like you said, and these two," They approached a pair of deceased, male vampires laying in a circle of salt, above weird markings. "They went missing, found them like this." The group halted, Klaus frowned deeply as Caliban narrowed his eyes "Not even staked, just dead."

Caliban moved forward, squatting down to get a closer look at the marking on one of the vampires' forehead, he squinted his eyes. He'd seen it somewhere before. But where? Marcel's attention seemed to home on the something, he turned on his heel.

"Where are you going?" Klaus questioned the younger vampire, making Caliban turn his head, eyes moving to the Gerard "Someone has to account for this." Klaus pointed at the bodies.

Marcel turned as the demon rose to his feet, watching as Marcel walked forward a little "You went revenge, get it yourself." Klaus looked at him with disbelief, Marcel pointed towards the bodies "That mark is tied to some bad mojo. Any y'all got any brains, you'll head back to the compound and stay the hell out of this."

The hybrid threw another look at the bodies as Marcel walked away with his tail between his legs. Thunder rumbled in the background lightly, the moist, autumn air licked at their skin. The two infernal royals met the other's gaze. Was a quiet day of the week too much of a chore to ask for? They looked towards the observing vampires.

"We're going to find whoever did this," Caliban announced "and we will show them what suffering is." Klaus nodded in agreement, at least he could count on someone.

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴀᴛᴛᴏɪʀ.

The hybrid and demon duo returned to the compound to find Ambrose and Elijah examining something on the floor. The two shared a weirded out look, it was odd to see the eldest Mikaelson hanging out with the Spellman warlock. They grew nearer to see that Elijah was squatting above another victim.

"You've got to be pulling our leg." Caliban sighed, as Ambrose got to his feet, stretching out his aching knees "Unfortunately not." He placed his hands on his hips, throwing a questioning look at the demon "How many?"

"Two." Caliban informed the two, Klaus' eyes hardened "Someone will die for this." He seethed.

Ambrose and Caliban's eyes flickered to the suited Original once he spoke "Remarkably I don't disagree." He slowly rose to his feet as the warlock and demon's attention flickered back to the body "However, I would like to know where they learned such dark magic. I had hoped not to see that symbol again."

Ambrose's eyes narrowed before looking at the two Originals "Is this sacrificial magicks?" Klaus gave a nod, Caliban shared a look with the warlock beside him, before looking to his right "Last time?"

"I recall it is the signature of a fool-" Klaus explained, eyes never leaving the body ''-who once stood against us. Clearly some upstart wiccan is salvaging old tricks." He met the blonde and brunette's gaze "I'll do for him as we did the other."

"We?" Caliban questioned, brows furrowed.

"Alvaro." Elijah answered making the two release a 'oh'. It wasn't surprising but lazy of them to miss the connection.

"Diego." Klaus caught the young vampire's attention, approaching him with a pointed finger "When night falls, I want you to gather every vampire in the Quarter. Get me the head of whoever did this, and put it on a stick."

"Yeah. That's gonna be a problem." Diego bowed his head, narrowly ignoring Klaus' glare "Everyone is freaked out, man. We haven't had witches killing vampires in a long time. Marcel made sure of that."

"Well, nothing lasts forever." Caliban remarked, Diego's eyes shifted to the demon - claded in clothes that made him look like Francis Valois from Reign - as he came up beside the hybrid "Marcel has run off like a scared child." He smirked at his next sentence as did Klaus - equally smug and taunting - "You lot are left with us."

"Now," Klaus backed up, so that he was in full view of the vampires, Ambrose and Elijah looked over the hybrid and the others, observing the ordeal "who of you will fight to defend our home?" Diego head turned sharply at the others. Who all avoided the eyes of those before them. Caliban couldn't believe his eyes. "Not a single one of you will stand with me, so afraid are you of this new threat? You should know better. I'll handle this myself."

Klaus marched off towards the entrance, Ambrose watched him go, - feeling rather disappointed in the occurrence - Elijah turned his head to join him in the act, eyebrows titled upwards, feeling upset for his brother. Caliban sighed, giving the only two in the room he respected a slight nod before following after the hybrid.

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ʀᴏᴜssᴇᴀᴜ's ʙᴀʀ.

Prudence - despite wanting to carry on with her search had hit a dead end, so she decided to drown her sorrows only to come across Marcel and Camille. Stood behind the bar, staring curiously at the marking Marcel had done on one the napkins.

"My interest is purely academic." Camille said drawing the Blackwood's attention. She lifted her head, somehow she doubted that, she'd seen enough to know everyone always had a alternative motive when it came to learning about people in an 'academic' manner.

Marcel seemed to catch the same drift "I know what you're doing. You're mad he used you and you wanna get back at him."

Prudence purred "Perhaps with all this lovely alcohol, your hoping one of us will let something slip to chink his armour." She smirked into her glass.

"Friendly advice, don't do that." Marcel shook his head at the blonde "Won't end well." Camille looked at him, her determination unchanged before throwing a glance at the marking he'd made. Marcel turned, looking at his as past memories came drifting to him "Let me tell you a story about someone who went up against Klaus and Alvaro."

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴀᴛᴛᴏɪʀ, ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ,
ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀʟᴇᴀɴs,
1919

'This was right after I returned from World War One. I'd been trying to get away from New Orleans for a while. But something always kept pulling me back.'

Alvaro stood before a floor length mirror, taking in his appearance with an empty expression. The third eldest original wasn't particularly one to care for his appearance, impact or impression - unless it involved fear, intermediation, or if it simply benefited him - in general times.

Although this evening was one of those times when he did. For himself and Klaus had invited the charlatan - Klaus mainly, after he'd loaded the bullet for him to fire - to receive Marcel. He tied his black bowtie before straightening his suit jacket. He tucked that pesky curl of hair back into the rest of his curls before leaving.

He strutted towards the stairs, laying a hand the railing before jogging down the steps lightly. Eyes scanning the compound like lightning. He saw his sister toying with a pathetic pair of men in the corner of the room. He chuckled lightly, eyes shifting, stopping on his older brothers welcoming Marcel home. His feet hit the ground floor, his eyes darkened before he went towards them.

He swiftly twisted and curled through the crowd of people until his shoulder collided with another. The smell of freshly lit matches hit his nose at an instant. He turned after the step separating the collision, titling his head up, looking at the taller man. Who had done the same as he. The man opposite him, wore a tie and suit of the opposing colour scheme - a black shirt under a white jacket and tie. His dark almost black hair gelled back, cunning brown orbs bore into the original's hallow ones. Both men stared with narrowed eyes.

"Sorry mate," Alvaro voiced, titling his head to the right slightly. The man raised his eyebrows making the Mikaelson arch one of his own in response. The Mikaelson's southern English accent poured out his mouth like honey "didn't see you there."

The white suited brunette chuckled amused "Can't say I saw you." Alvaro's gaze didn't alter, moving his head from the right as the other male snickered down at him "But all the same, sorry mate." His eyes shined whilst a menacing glare dawned on Alvaro's features.

A low growl rumbled though the original vampire's throat, the male in white eyes grew alight curiously. Many scurried away because of the immediating atmosphere that he constantly occupied, unlike this one. Alvaro took a threatening step forward, lowering his voice "Watch it. One wouldn't wish there to be another casualty of this war, would they."

"Correct me if I'm wrong," the taller one smirked devilishly "but the Great War is over." He furrowed his brows, mockingly "Is it not?"

"Not that one." Alvaro hissed before slowly withdrawing, keeping an eye on him before turning. Unwittingly turning his back on the man who'd sire his redemption in the form of a infernal queen. He lifted his head, strutting towards his brothers and Marcel, swinging his hips angrily.

"Well, Marcel shall be able to decide for himself." Elijah countered Klaus' statement, as shock sprawled over the younger vampire's features "You invited him here." He almost whispered.

"Of course." Alvaro purred, appearing beside Elijah as a smirk formed on Klaus' lips. The younger brothers caught the other's eyes, the dark skinned vampire visibly gulped at the shine in the barbaric original's orbs. The two turned their gaze on the Gerard "We're not not savages, are we?"

Almost as if fate had heard them, the witch in question entered through the only entrance and exit of the compound. Followed by the twin boys. Alvaro's eyes seemed to brighten even more, he met Klaus' eye before the pair tore away from the bar and approached their target. At the back of the compound the white suited man narrowed his eyes observing.

"Thank you for accepting our invitation, and welcome." The dirty blonde gestured to the compound around them with out stretched arms "I hope you'll allow me to play the roll of host. If there's anything you need - anything at all."

"Pleasure before business, then." Papa Tunde laughed, handing his hat to one of the servants, not seeing the true intentions of the original's happiness.

"Always." Alvaro piped up, a wide, convincing grin on his own features "I'd dare say they make quite the cocktail." Klaus laughed as did the witch, the brothers fell silent, smiles and charades dropping as the witch interacted with his sons.

'I didn't get it at first. Alvaro and Klaus were the ones who wanted to go to war.'

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ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ,
ʀᴏᴜssᴇᴀᴜ's ʙᴀʀ.

Camille's brows furrowed in confusion, eyes burning Marcel's figure with a questioning light "So, why were they inviting their enemy into their home? Why be so generous to someone who they're gonna have to kill?"

"They were toying with him," Prudence answered, knowing the strategy having used it herself, she looked at the Gerard "weren't they?"

Marcel gave a slight nod, focusing his attention on the blonde beside him "It was all part of their plan. They were sussing the guy out. Learning his weaknesses, his strengths, getting him to let his guard down. That's how they do it. Then they go for the kill."

"Because he's a two-faced sociopath." Camille scowled at his words, but curious why Marcel had mentioned Klaus' brother "There's nothing enviable about what Klaus does. He is a monster."

Marcel shrugged lightly. Prudence narrowed her brows and eyes in an expression similar to the one she gave Sabrina a long time ago "We're all monsters, in the end Cami. If you're powerful like Klaus or whoever you wanna name are, you just down have to bother hiding the fact."

Marcel looked at his glass, in thought. He found himself agreeing with the witch. Cami stared at the Blackwood with disbelief "Davina was powerful. She wasn't a monster."

"Neither was my friend." Prudence shot back, memories of the late Spellman/Morningstar flashing past her eyes "But, sadly-"

"-these things happen." Marcel nodded.

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ᴛ

ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴜʟᴅʀᴏɴ.

"You've deigned to break your despair long enough to pick up the phone." Klaus seethed angrily into his phone, storming along one of the streets of the city with Caliban at his side "I'm in the cauldron now. You could meet me here." They halted in their step, Klaus eyed the demon who, took a few steps around the place, inspecting the sight as he listened to the conversation with small interest "We could start burning passersby at the stake."

Caliban kicked a small stone, watching as it flew a few sentiments before landing. He blew a sigh of boredom before turning to the hybrid, titling his head.

"And where might that be, at the bottom of a bottle of scotch?" Klaus questioned, the demon watched as he turned before walking back towards him in an agitated manner "Or you can snap out of the funk and come and help Caliban and I end this."

The demon dropped his head, sighing as Klaus' phone beeped. Klaus rolled his eyes, before turning at the demon who raised his hands in a 'don't involve me' manner. The hybrid sighed, kicking a stone in anger as Caliban had another, more thorough look around. His gaze fell into a frown at the sight of a salt symbol on the wall.

"Klaus." The hybrid lifted his head at the mention of his name, eyes burning into the back of Caliban's head before looking over his shoulder, his eyes widened. Now, he recognised that.

"Big, bad Klaus Mikaelson." The two turned to find Sophie staggering towards them with a bottle in hand "And his weird, fire appearing friend."

"Sophie," Caliban spat, not liking being called 'weird' "I assume. I've been waiting for the pleasure." He inched forward before raising his hand, choking the wiccan with his magic "Just the wiccan we were looking to brutalize. On that note," the blonde chimed sarcastically "endangering a demon's nephew and future niece, bad move."

"Perhaps you could explain the attacks on my men." Klaus demanded from beside Caliban, glaring at the wiccan with equal disdain.

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ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀʟᴇᴀɴs, 1919.

' Papa Tunde said he wanted to empower the witches. Mostly, he wanted money and territory. Alvaro, Klaus and Elijah weren't about to give him either. He didn't like that, so he went on a rampage. No one was safe. Not the humans in the faction. Not the Guerrera werewolves. He even went after the witches who opposed him. Elijah offered a truce. He gave his word, in fact, but Alvaro and Klaus, being Alvaro and Klaus, they had another idea.'

The Great Evil and the Barbaric Original walked - in Alvaro's case strutted - side by side in the shadows with Marcel trailing after them, holding a small wooden barrel.

"You're late, Elijah." Tunde spoke, assuming it was the eldest Mikaelson approaching him "It's not like the noble brother to keep me waiting.

"I'm sorry, mate." Klaus voiced, arms spread in his family's signature position, Tunde tensed in his seat "Elijah is the brother you meet when negotiations are to be had." His smirk dropped, seriousness swarmed on to his face like a swarm of files over a dead body "We're the ones you get with negotiations are closed."

Tunde shot the brothers a deep glare, but it was nothing compared to Alvaro's menacing one "You do not scare me." He stated "You have no idea the power I possess."

Klaus smirked, glancing at his brother who arched his brows, they turned their attention back to Papa Tunde "Oh, in fact, I made it a point to learn all about your power. My brother here," he pointed a finger at the deathly silent brunette "noticed from the start how you're almost always near those twin sons of yours, how-" he tapped his forehead "-they bear your distinctive mark. Got us to thinking - you channel their power, don't you?"

"Which, of course," Alvaro drawled, head swaying "begs the question:" his eyes narrowed in false inquiry "What would happen where that power to be taken away, if those sons whose lives you depend on were, suddenly, struck-" he clicked the word 'struck' harshly "-down." He narrowed his brows before an empty but knowing expression settled on his face "Whot of that power then?"

With a snap of the brunette's slender fingers Marcel made himself known, he placed the box on the table. Before opening the lid. Tunde leaned over the table, peering to see the severed heads of his twin sons. Tunde raised to his feet, glaring enraged at the Mikaelson men "I will kill you for this!"

Klaus simply smiled as Alvaro voiced "We cannot be killed. You, however..." he trailed off as Klaus sped forward, grabbing the witch's head, raising his thumbs before pressing them into Tunde's eyes and through his brain. The witch screamed in agony. Marcel looked towards the younger Mikaelson to see him a total void of emotion. He felt sick, but he wasn't sure whether it was brought on by what he'd witnessed or by the masterminds behind it.

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴀᴛᴛᴏɪʀ,
ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏᴜɴᴅ.

Ambrose bit his lip nervously, staring at the palm of his hand, eagerly waiting for Rebekah to reply. Worry stirred at his gut. Elijah sighed as his beeped once more. Hayley approached the pair, equally worried.

"Rebekah is not answering her calls."

"You worried about whoever killed those daywalkers still being out?" Hayley questioned, arms crossed ovet her chest.

"I'm more worried Bekah had something to do with this." Ambrose admitted, eyebrows titled upwards as Elijah nodded in agreement "She's very displeased with Niklaus." He half turned, gaze aimed at the side of the compound "Perhaps even conspiring..." The werewolf and warlock followed the original's line of sight to see Thierry "...with others. Thierry, is it?"

Thierry's head shot up, growing tense as the werewolf, warlock and original trio approached him, he eyed them - Elijah specifically - wearily "That's right."

"Do you know, my sister is rather fond of you." Elijah frowned with thought, knowing his little sister "Strange, she's not particularly drawn to unremarkable men. Would you care to explain your sudden magnetism?"

"I don't know what you're-" Thierry attempted to get to his feet, but Ambrose thrusted his hand out, slamming the vampire to the wall. Elijah sped forward, rapping his hand around Thierry's throat. The warlock released his spell before he and Hayley jogged after them.

"You can either tell me what you know or I can distribute tiny pieces of you throughout the Quarter." Elijah threatened, collected.

"There's also a spell that can save him the job of doing so." Ambrose piped up, Elijah raised his brows, daring the vampire to deny their requests "Unfortunately it very messy."

"She asked me to keep an eye out on the witch stuff." The younger vampire choked out "I found something, and when I show her, we were jumped by some guy. He desiccated her with his touch."

Elijah shoved him harsher against the wall, sneering "Like a coward, you left her."

"What was I supposed to do," Thierry protested "fight some warlock that took out an Original?"

"Where was this, exactly?" Hayley questioned, looking towards the vampire, Ambrose titled his head.

"The docks, werehouse 57.'' Hayley looked towards Elijah "I was just doing what she asked. You can not tell Klaus about this." Thierry pleaded whilst the trio shared a look. Elijah threw Thierry aside, eyes remaining on the werewolf "I shall take that into consideration."

The Spellman and Mikaelson walked towards the exit, Hayley went after them, proclaiming that she was going with them. Elijah attempted to convince her otherwise but stopped at her determination to find Rebekah. Ambrose glanced between the two impatiently "Do not leave my sight, understand?" Hayley nodded.

"Can we go now?!" Ambrose questioned, but didn't wait for an answer and marched forward.

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ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀʟᴇᴀɴs,
ᴡᴇʀᴇʜᴏᴜsᴇ 57,
ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴄᴋs.

The trio found Rebekah desiccated above one of the symbols that had been popping up all over the city. They were prevented from reaching the blonde by a barrier.

"What's happening?" Hayley asked as Elijah held out his arm.

"A boundary spell." Ambrose explained, moving as close as he could get to examine it, his eyes widened, he looked towards Rebekah before turning to the duo behind him "Someone's channeling her. Typically, it's lethal," he looked back at the blonde "but since she's an original she cannot die. Instead, she's an endless source of power."

"So,-" Hayley's eyes burnt into Ambrose's back "-what are we supposed to do?"

"We have to get her out of there." Elijah answered.

"But how?" Ambrose questioned, getting to his feet, the two observed and listened as the Spellman thought "Every spell has a loophole. But, like a recipe, to break it sometimes you have to spoil the balance by adding a more potent ingredient."

"Like what?" Elijah questioned, eyes narrowed.

Ambrose shrugged "I don't know. This, that, brimstone, fox-glove, volcanic ash, or..." his eyes widened before glanced rapidly between himself and Hayley, Elijah connected the dots quickly "The blood of a witch."

Hayley placed her hands on her stomach "The baby." Elijah nodded "She's a quarter witch."

"I can do it instead," Ambrose offered "if you want, Hayley."

"No," she shook her head "It's okay." She held up her wrist, and gave a nod to Elijah. Who bit into her wrist, before she allowed the blood to hit the salt.

The salt hissed. Ambrose carefully stepped over the existing barrier, unsure if it had worked or not for a second. Before hastily picking Rebekah up bridal style and carried her out of the symbol. Once she was out, he allowed a small smile, brushing a stray hair from her face. Not noticing Elijah's gaze, or Hayley's knowing smile.

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To say Rebekah was pissed when she came to was an overstatement. Both Ambrose and Elijah sort after her in quest of revenge against Thierry. Which was short lived thanks to Elijah, who snapped his neck. Rebekah looked at the pair of enraged and annoyed.

"I asked you to cease these petty moves against our family," Elijah scolded "and yet you conspire with this fool. Is this what it's come to you? Making moves against your own blood?"

"Don't you try and shame me." Rebekah glared at her brother "Nik grows more powerful by the day and you do nothing but encourage him."

"I offer him my counsel because it's clear to me that he means to make the city our home." Elijah attempted to reason with his angry sister "Now, perhaps leading these derelicts will curb some of these impulses, grant him some degree of happiness."

"You always talk of Nik's happiness!" She exclaimed as Ambrose looked down, feeling for her "But for 1,000 years, he has robbed me of any chance at my own." Ambrose watched the exchange between brother and sister, painfully. Feeling more and more sympathetic for Rebekah.

"You're a hypocrite, Elijah." She exclaimed, tears in her eyes "You would choose love over family and then condemn me for doing the same."

She spun around leaving the pair alone. Ambrose shot a look at Elijah "Brother of the year." He jogged after the original sister "Rebekah wait!"