ɪɴғᴇʀɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ,
ʀᴏʀᴀʟ ᴘᴀʟᴀᴄᴇ,
ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴡᴇᴇᴋs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ.

If Alvaro said that he hadn't enjoyed the summer. Then he would truly be lying. He and Morgana had been having the time of their lives. Touring the Nine Circles. Spending time with the Morningstars (occasionally including Caliban,) and popping up on earth now and then.

It had been blissful. Although that didn't stop the meetings and trade from continuing. And the lavish parties from being thrown. Especially after the royal pair announced Hell would be getting a heir, very soon.

Speaking of heirs, Morgana's baby bumb was definitely more noticeable. And Alvaro found what they say about pregnant women was in fact ture. He found himself desiring Morgana even more than before.

And despite feeling and thinking herself to be the size of a balloon, Morgana had been striving to remain independent because of both the Mikaelson's and Lucifer's attempts to wait on her. Lucifer, it seemed, had gone into extreme protective father mode during the course of his daughter's pregnancy.

Ambrose sent the couple postcards from the cities he and the girls visited over the last three months (earth time) and Elijah had gone quiet. But all was well, down below. Alvaro and Morgana laughed to one another as they packed a backpack. The summer was almost over, but that didn't stop them from trying to have one last get-away for a while. There was a knock at the door.

"Enter." Morgana called over her shoulder stuffing a book into her bag. Caliban strided in causally, eyeing the bags on the table "I'd rethink your ideas of travel, your majesties."

"And why would that be?" Morgana inquired with a raised eyebrow as the pair looked at the blonde questionably.

Caliban released a sigh with a undertone of dread before glancing between the Mikaelson and Morningstar duo "There's something you need to see. Or rather hear."

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ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴀᴛᴛᴏɪʀ, ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀʟᴇᴀɴs,
ɴᴏᴡ.

Klaus followed Marcel along the balcony observing the nightlife below, listening as the younger vampire spoke "The city of New Orleans. People of all strips and flavours from all over the country come here to party on our streets. Some are looking for something a little darker. More dangerous. So, we invite them into my home and give it to them. Then, at the stroke of midnight, everything changes. It's time to feed."

The two stopped as the screams began and the vampires started to feed from the humans below. Klaus rested the palm of his hands on the railing as he and Marcel watched.

The dark skinned male looked at his sire "This is how I keep my guys happy. The occasional all-you-can-eat buffet. My nightwalkers love it." He smiled proudly "Got 'em working hard, trying to earn one of these daylight rings." Klaus observed as Marcel showed off his ring "They deserve to blow off a little steam. My daywalkers, the trusted few? They just like to party."

The blonde Original caught sight of a dark, rich gold crest resting on the wall opposite them, it bore a cursive 'M' hovering above a line. That separated it and a serpent. who saw curled back on to it's self like an 'S', baring its long, sharp fangs, it's forked tongue resting just over it's lower jaw. Frozen eternally in a form, where he was hissing, daring anyone to cross him.

How ironic that crest seemed now. With the blonde being both friends and family with the very man, creatures had forever associated a snake with.

"It's quite the operation." Klaus pulled his mind away from his relatives down below, the ground he was standing on "Tell me, what about the victims? Seems like a lot of graves to dig." He turned his head to the dark skinned male, who once caveated his sister's heart.

"Can't kill 'em all." Marcel admitted "Too many folks go missing, tourism drops. So, we heal 'em with a little vamp blood, erase their memory, send 'em on their way. No muss, no fuss."

"I'm impressed." Klaus' face said otherwise. Marcel didn't seem to take notice, shaking his head wearing a happy grin "Nothin' I didn't learn from you, back in the day."

"Marcel."

Klaus shifted his eyes to the new comer "What's up, Thierry?" Marcel asked as the vampire attempted not to glance at the hybrid, who nearly brought his death.

"Six of our guys were killed in a bar outside of the Quarter." Said Thierry "Nightwalkers. No one saw who." He looked in Klaus's direction briefly "But that's not the strange thing."

Marcel narrowed his eyes "What is?"

Klaus cocked his head to the side waiting for his reply. Thierry sucked in a breath "Look, I know this is gonna sound impossible but...one of the bodies' cause of death was. The viticm's heart and lungs had been turned to stone. And another, it's conduction was if he'd been struck by lightening or something."

"What?" Marcel repeated bewildered, having no clue how or who could cause that kind of damage. But Klaus did. He knew - had a very specific idea.

Elsewhere, on the open road a red car sped down the cracked tarmac. Prudence Blackwood released a blissful pur, lounging into the back seat. As Rebekah Mikaelson rubbed a spot of blood over her cheek as if it were dry, blush powder before smiling wide.

Catching the rich chocolate eyes, belonging to Ambrose Spellman. Who rested his forearm on the passenger door, his wond tucked away in his leather jacket pocket, he smirked before sending the blonde a firtful wink.

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ɪɴғᴇʀɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ,
ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ᴘᴀʟᴀᴄᴇ.

"Six dead vampires. Your sure?" Alvaro inquired, making the light blonde haired demon roll his eyes with annoyance "Your the king, and the most vicious original. In the world. Would I really lie to you?"

"Meh," the Mikaelson's face screwed up "well, you did perform a coupe against my family when we first met. So, ye'h," he gave Caliban a stern look "I think it's a possibility."

Caliban scrowled, opening his mouth with a comeback. But the two Morningstars stopped him. "Enough." Lucifer growled lowly, side glaring at the blonde before turning his eyes to the vampires. Who were beginning to wake. And what they reaveled was surprising.

Caliban narrowed his eyes, his finger resting on his chin"Who the heaven is Marcel?" He glanced at the Mikaelson king who wore an irrated expression.

"Klaus' former playmate. A nobody really." Alvaro informed making the Morningstars make similar expression, Morgana looked at the brunette "Someone's who thinks he's the false God's gift to the world?"

Alvaro released a dreary sigh, turning and tilting his head down to look at her, the expression in his orbs were easy to read "Yes."

Lucifer rolled his eyes heaven-ward "I hate people like that. But it's seem, that vampire will be knocking on Rebekah's door."

"Ambrose and Prudence's too." Alvaro closed his eyes at his lover's words, knowing they may be true "Well." He exhaled defeatedly, meeting her gaze as he spoke "It seems this requires immediate interrogation."

"But, the witches can't perform or they face death." Caliban reminded, concerned for his wife's sister "Because of New Orleans' 'king'," He said the last word with disbelieve "his rules. Her majesty..."

Morgana gave the demon the same look, her mother got when she was determined "If the runt wants to come after me if I do witch magic, then let him." She bounced her brows "He wouldn't be dealing with a fible wiccan."

She turned on her heel and left the men standing alone, with both father and soon-to-be father staring after her. Lucifer sighed "That girl is exactly like her mother."

"Oh, on the contrary." Alvaro drew the Morningstar's eyes to him as he gave him a semi-cheeky expression "I've seen when she performs like you. And trust me, if anything goes a raid in New Orleans. She'll be Hell, just, like, you."

He went to leave, but stopped at the sound of Caliban's voice "Certain you don't want an extra hand?" He masked his pleading feeling from his features. He grown fond of Klaus during their short alignment.

"For now. I'll give Nik your regards."

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ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ.
ᴏʟᴅ ɢᴏᴠɴᴇʀɴᴇʀs ʜᴏᴜsᴇ, ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀʟᴇᴀɴs.

"If not answering your phone is part of your clever plan to get us all to this city, then well done." Ambrose congratulated into his phone, as the two witches and vampire got out of Rebekah's car "We're here, and we're concerned. Now, I suggest you answer your phone, before your sister kicks your door in."

He hung up, pocketing his newly purchased phone as the three jogged up the stairs before Prudence opened the door. The two witches glanced around the hallway that greeted them, once inside. Curiously as the Mikaelson merely looked for her brother.

"Who the hell are you?" A brunette woman, holding a fireplace poker questioned, walking down the large, winding but plain staircase, eyeing the group cautiously.

Rebekah smiled "Ah. You must be the maid. Our bags are in the car. Get them, will you?"

"Hello." The woman smiled sarcastically "Not the maid." She placed the poker down as she neared them.

"That would make you," Prudence pointed a finger at her "the wolf girl Klaus knocked up." The dark skinned female humed, before racking her eyes over the werewolf as Rebekah pointed out "I was expecting to see some kind of supernatural, miracle baby-bump." The woman crossed her arms over her chest as she came down the last steps "Guess your not showing, yet. It's Hayley, right?"

"You have your brother's manners."

"His temper, too." Ambrose smiled tightly "I'd watch it, if one were you." He noticed Rebekah's glances around the room "You won't know where Elijah is, by any chance?"

"Beats me." Hayley admitted "He's long gone."

Ambrose narrowed his eyes as Prudence lifted her head slightly, whilst Rebekah's face hardened "What do you mean "long gone?"'

"Well, one minute, he was here, making epic promises about protecting me." Hayley tilted her head, lightly scratching her skull "In this predicament that a bottle of scotch and some bad decisions got me into. He was all poetic about how we're family. And then," she turned her head to the door "Klaus told me he balled. Guess that's what I get for trusting a vampire."

Hayley gave the three a pointed look, which they ignored. Having faced and received worse. "Elijah isn't just any vampire and he doesn't break promises." Prudence informed the werewolf.

"Which means Niklaus has done something dastardly and Klaus-like." Rebekah scrowled before moving around Hayley, raising her voice as she went towards the living-room, Ambrose blinked several times before he and Prudence followed "Klaus! Get out here and tell me what you've done to our brother, you narcissistic, backstabbing wanker!"

Klaus appeared, opening the doors leading to another room with both hands "Enough with all the shouting." He grinned before looking over the three "Prudence. Ambrose." He greeted before turning to the blonde "Little sister, I should have known." He strided further into the room "I assume the six dead vampires were your doing. All of you."

"They were very rude." Prudence purred, crossed her arms over her chest as she lifted her head "Trying to victimize a poor, innocent, harmless group of friends. Just attempting to find their way to the Quarter." She placed a finger to her lips smoothly, faking a rethink before pointing at Klaus, a forgiened sorrowful expression on her features "Why, were they friends of yours?"

Klaus chuckled humorously, smirking at the chocolate skinned witch "My brother really did rub off you."

"That's right," Rebekah smiled sarcastically "You don't have any friends."

"I do have friends." Klaus said to his sister, smirk gone "I have Marcel. You remember him, don't you?" He smirked cockly, glancing at Ambrose over her shoulder before looking back to his glaring sister "Yes, of course you do. He fancies himself the king of the Quarter, now. And he has these rules about killing vampires and performing magic," the blonde gave the three a pointed look "It'll be fun to see what sort of punishment he comes up for you."

"I don't care about Marcel or his rules." Rebekah seethed, Klaus felt relief hoping it was ture. Ambrose stepped forward making the Mikaelson turn his head to him "Elijah is not known to welsh on deals. What did you do to him, Klaus?"

The hybrid raised his brows, eyes broadening as he pursed his lip, whilst taking a seat on the table before looking at him with amusement "Perhaps he's on holiday. Or taking a long autumn nap, upstairs." He smirked at him "Well go on. Take a look around."

Rebekah sighed going towards the door her brother came out of but stopped at the sound of Klaus' voice "You remember this house as well as I."

She turned her head, a dull look on her face. "Ignore him." Ambrose advised making her send a smile, thanking him for his attempts of comfort before addressing Klaus "I remember everything."

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ɪɴғᴇʀɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ.

"You don't want to go." Morgana uttered softly, sitting down beside her lover as he ran a hand down the side of his face tiredly "Do you?"

He shook his head before sighing. Making the Morningstar grabbed his hand, he inlaced their fingers. Resting his head on top his lightly "We can leave it until tomorrow, or when your ready."

"No, it's fine." He mumbled, turning his head and pressed his chin into her hair, lips gracing raven locks "Kol wouldn't appreciate it if Prudence or Ambrose died, nor would you. But I owe him that at least. As repayment, for not saving him."

"Don't blame yourself, Alvaro." She rubbed her thumb over the back of his hand "I can teleport us there, if you want."

"No." He moved his free hand to her stomach "It's fine. I know how much you love rides in the car."

She chuckled moving her head to look at him "Especially if your at the wheel." He chuckled softly, smiling down at the beautiful mother of his child "There'll be no eccentric driving, not until the baby's born. We agreed."

"Doesn't mean I can't moan about it." She smirked lightly making the Mikaelson chuckle. He cupped her face, moving a lock of hair away from her glass orbs, admiring as she looked up wondrously "Oh, my warrior queen. How New Orleans will tremble before you."

"Not without you." She said, before her features grew curious, titling her head in his hands "Has it trembled before you?"

He smiled brightly before nodding "While we're there. Nobody will hurt you or the mini-us, and live. No one. I swear." They gazed at each other, for what seemed for a long period of time but was really seconds.

"We still haven't came up with a name." She reminded with a raised eyebrow. He smiled with a sigh running through his nose as he did so "With time, Morgana." He beamed before pecking her lips.

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ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ.
ᴏʟᴅ ɢᴏᴠɴᴇʀɴᴇʀs ʜᴏᴜsᴇ.

"Well, he wasn't good enough for you." Klaus said as if it were simple, after taking a seat on the early Georgian sofa. The siblings had made their way back into the entrance hall, Ambrose and Prudence lurking on the sidelines observing.

"No one was ever good enough for me, Nik, you made sure of that." Rebekah seethed "Now where is Elijah?"

Klaus' phone vibrated in his trouser pocket, he pulled it out and glanced at it before getting up. Rebekah turned as he approached the door "Where are you going?"

"It appears that the night is not quite over, yet." He turned to face Rebekah "I'm off for another drink with Marcel."

"Elijah told me your plan to take apart Marcel's empire, piece by piece." Rebekah noted "I don't remember it involving you two drinking New Orleans dry, together."

Klaus gave his sister a blank stare "I know you don't have many friends, Rebekah. But what some friends do, when they get together, is they drink. And when they drink, they tell secrets." He looked over the three "Marcel has, somehow, found a way to control the entirety of witches in the Quarter and I aim to uncover how, so I might take it for myself. For the witch members of our family. Finding Elijah didn't make my to-do list, today."

Rebekah watched as he went to the door, only to stop with his hand resting on the doorknob "Also sister, there is one person in this world that is good enough for you. I think you know who," he glanced at Ambrose, who arched his head to the side at his words "as he knows, I'm sure."

He opened the door "Oh, and welcome home, little sister. Prudence. Ambrose, I hope you find a home here." He smiled before leaving.

Ambrose sighed before gesturing to the doors, you could practically feel the awkwardness between the Mikaelson and Spellman "I'll unload the bags."

Rebekah stared after him as he strolled towards the door and left the house. Prudence inhaled before walking forwards "Perhaps we should start looking."

Rebekah humed, sending a brief smile. She spotted Hayley watching them "You. Wolf girl, we're going to search this house inch by inch until we find what my evil brother has done to my good one. Your helping."

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ʀᴏᴜssᴇᴀᴜ's ʙᴀʀ,
sᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ ʜᴏᴜʀs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ.

It was early evening, Klaus was sat at the bar, glass of whiskey in front of him. Reflecting on his discoveries. He found Marcel was attempting to woo the blonde bartender. And personally seen his system of getting new vampires.

Klaus was learning all he could about Marcel. Rebekah, Prudence and Ambrose searched for a lead to Elijah. The Mikaelson and Blackwood interrogated Sophie. While all the while, none of them new whom was heading for New Orleans.

Klaus' mind was pulled to the present by the sound of boots hitting the floor, he turned his head to find Marcel heading towards him "I know that face. Woman trouble."

"You're a dick, you know that?" Klaus simply raised an eyebrow "Why didn't you tell me your sister's back in town? And who's her arrogant friend?"

Klaus' features hardened for a split second "Prudence. And I'd be very nice to her if I were you, Rebekah's quite fond of her. And I thought it'd be more amusing for you to find out yourself."

"Anything else I need to know?" Marcel questioned as the Mikaelson took a sip from his glass.

"Only that-" he refilled his glass "-she's grown considerably more insane in the last century. And she thick as thieves with her two best friends."

"Or maybe that it was her and that Prudence girl who killed my guys." Marcel suggested, walking around to Klaus' back.

"Doubtful. Unless that biker bar is frequented by hermits, who constantly living in extravagant dressing gown. I can't imagine she'd been interested." The dirty blonde smirked up at the younger vampire, before taking another sip as Marcel's phone rang.

"Yeah?" He answered as Klaus subtly listened in. "Just got a tip. Someone saw a werewolf in Vionville Park." Was the reply.

"Get a couple Nightwalkers to run it down. Bring me back it's head." He instructed as he turned, placing his hands on his hips.

"Well, I guess that solves the mystery of the murdered riff-raff." Klaus said, acting as if he was unconcerned "Least my sister and Prudence are in the clear."

"About that, I don't have time for Mikaelson Family drama." Marcel said "You're my guest, keep your sister and her friend in line."

Klaus picked up his glass as the dark skinned male walked away "I'd have greater chance of draining the Mississippi with a straw!" He shouted after him, before drowning his glass.

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ᴏʟᴅ ɢᴏᴠɴᴇʀɴᴇʀs ʜᴏᴜsᴇ.

Rebekah and Prudence rescued Hayley from Marcel's vampires, and now the werewolf, witch and vampire were being lectured by Klaus as Ambrose assisted him with the dead vampires.

Laying them in a pile on the lawn before the plantation house "This is why I told you never to leave the house." Klaus said to Hayley before the sound of an engine entered their ears.

Hayley bit her lip as Prudence and Rebekah exchanged worried looks. Ambrose pulled out his wond as Klaus growled "If this is more bloody vampires..."

He stopped as a black, early 1930s bentley came into view, driving around the circle patch of grass before parking on the hybrid's left. The door facing Klaus opened first, Alvaro got out with Morgana following.

The group eased. The two witches and originals noticed how big Morgana's baby bump had gotten. Hayley too, she looked at the unknown woman curiously.

The Morningstar and Mikaelson couple looked at the pile of dead vampires, Morgana humed. While Alvaro looked up, half grinning at his older half-brother "Burn-y pile. We arrived just in time."

"What are you guys doing?" Prudence questioned curiously, nobody had informed them about the current state of affairs.

"Six dead vampires turned up," Morgana explained looking over the four "we tortured them for information and..."

"We decided to come and have a look." Alvaro's grin fell once he noticed Hayley, he pointed a finger at her "Who's she?"

"Nik's baby mama." Ambrose informed making the Original's eyes broadened before sharing a look with Morgana "There really is no rule that a plies to you, is there Nik."

"No." Klaus shook his head before returning to the topic before the couple's arrival "As I was saying, werewolves are banned in the Quarter. I had a plan and your little stroll put it all in peril." Rebekah walked towards the only vampire alive "Leave him!" Klaus shouted causing Alvaro to raise his brows.

"You've done enough, don't you think?" Klaus tilted his head "Leaving a trail of bodies like a roadmap to our door."

"If I and Prudence hadn't overheard this lot bragging about werewolf heads," she gestured to everyone with her arm as she said the following sentence "everyone here would be screwed. And don't give us that crap about having a plan. You've had all the time in the world to execute a plan and no one's seen you do a damn thing. Elijah made a deal to protect your child so that he could save you from your selfish, rotten self."

"Rebekah." Ambrose said in warning.

"But you obviously don't give a damn about the child or Elijah," the female Mikaelson ignored the warlock "because what have you done to honour it?"

"I have done everything." Klaus snarled, Rebekah looked at her brother speechless as did the witches, the dirty blonde spreaded out his arms as the Morningstar and Mikaelson duo observed curious, understanding what he was doing...somewhat "Let me spell it out for you, shall I?"

"From the day I arrived, Marcel hasn't trusted me. From day one, he's had his vampires ingested toxic vervain, which, as everyone one here is aware, little sister, protects them from my, yours, Alvaro's mind control." Klaus explained.

The king of Hell lifted his head with realitzon, brows arched slightly, eyes wide "So you created a day zero."

Klaus nodded "I needed a spy. Someone on inside, with me, who Marcel would never suspect. So, I got there first. Marcel had lost six vampires, thanks to your little murder spree-" he gestured to the three culprits with his finger "-and he needed new recruits."

"You made the new one yours," Morgana realised before smirking at her friend "before they'd even had a drop of vervain."

"But we all know the real way to a man is through his heart." Klaus said "So. I compelled another spy. And this one, I'm gonna drain him of vervain." he turned to the pile previous behind him, and grabbed hold of the last vampire alive, he hurled him off and begun to drag him the direction of the door.

Rebekah turned as he passed her, Alvaro and Morgana walked forward, nearing the group "Compel him to believe his mates found religion and moved to Utah," Hayley and Prudence moved out of his way as he came to the stairs "so that he can explain to Marcel why he lost three more vampires tonight."

Rebekah, Ambrose, Hayley, Prudence, Alvaro and Morgana followed him into the house. Klaus let go of the vampire, turning to face them as Alvaro closed the door. "Does anyone else have any questions?" Klaus questioned, directing his wrath towards the werewolf, vampire and witches.

Ambrose crossed his arms as Rebekah threw her head upwards fed up. Hayley nervously played with her fingers, while Alvaro tucked his hands in his pockets as Morgana lifted her head slightly. Much like Lucifer did.

"No? Good. Because I have a question. Hayley, what where you doing, in the bloody French Quarter, in the first place?" Hayley simply glared at him "Answer me!"

"Leave her be." Rebekah uttered.

"You wanna know what I was doing?" Hayley stepped forward as Alvaro and Morgana's eyes moved towards her as did everyone else's "I was buying poison. So I could put your little baby out of it's misery."

Alvaro knew what was going to happen, before it happened. He grabbed his girlfriend's shoulders and sped her out of the way. Just as Klaus sped towards Hayley, forcing her to the wall, hand around her neck.

"Nik!" Rebekah cried as Prudence shouted "Klaus!"

Alvaro held his arm before Morgana's front, shielding her body with his own as Ambrose stepped away from the three. Klaus didn't seem to hear his sister and deceased brother's girlfriend's shouts, making Rebekah pull him off the werewolf.

Prudence comforted Hayley, who clutched her throat, staring at Klaus in fear as Rebekah stood between them "Keep your hands off her, she is pregnant for God's sake! All this blaster about not wanting the child, and then the second she tells you she's ready to get rid of it...?"

"It's okay to care, Nik." Alvaro said make Klaus look towards him before looking at Morgana, when she spoke "It's okay to want something."

"That's all Elijah was trying to do." Ambrose added before Rebekah said "All he's ever wanted for you. All we've ever wanted."

Klaus calmed down, taking a seat on the stairs, recovering from confronting his feelings. Rebekah sat beside him "I gave Elijah to Marcel." He whispered quietly.

Rebekah turned her head, looking at him baffled "What?"

"Marcel was nervous. It's bad enough one Original returned to town but two? His crew was getting antsy. He wanted Elijah gone, so I gave him a peace offering." Klaus explained avoiding his family's gazes.

"You bartered our brother," Alvaro stated "to that...chocolate drop, who thinks he's the centre of the world."

"I have a plan," Klaus told them, looking between them all "gain Marcel's trust, dismantle his empire, honour Elijah's wish that that baby be born. I am executing that plan the only I know how." His features hardened, looking over them individually "If you don't like it," he gestured to the door with his head "there's the door. See if I care."

Klaus stood before turning, standing before Morgana and Alvaro who were in his way, he bowed his head in respect towards the king and queen before walking around them.

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Alvaro lay in the double bed which was covered in rusty brown bedsheets, Morgana lay sleeping on his chest. Although she had spelled their room, which was like a sauna when they originally moved in. He lay awake.

"He made a choice to take everything my family had built and make it his own." He heard his brother say to the werewolf girl "Now, he is living in our home, he is sleeping in our beds. That 'M' he stamps everywhere...It's not for 'Marcel.' It's for 'Mikaelson.' I want it all back and if I have to push him out to get it, then that's exactly what I'll do."

Alvaro blinked lazily, thinking to himself before carefully removing himself from Morgana, before going down stairs. He strolled the hallway, towards the kitchen only to halt at a voice.

"Three months." Alvaro turned to face Klaus, who leaned against the wall "Three months since I last saw you, and Morgana seems to be heavily pregnant. I take it you've been spending the summer in Hell?"

"Well, I am her king." He blinked, raising his head slightly "Caliban sends his regards, by the way."

Klaus chuckled quietly "He wasn't a happy bunny, when he was told he wasn't coming with you, I assume." Alvaro shook his head making the hybrid hum. The two whispered to each other before heading to bed, for some well needed sleep.

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T

he next morning, Rebekah marched in the main hall as Prudence and Ambrose metallized from the parlour and kitchen, whilst Klaus, Alvaro and Morgana walked down the stairs. Having all heard the door slam open.

"You were right." The blonde told Klaus "The girl, Cami, she's the key. Marcel likes her and because of that, I got to see this secret weapon of his that you've been going on about."

"Well, don't stand on ceremony." Prudence purred "What is it?"

"It's not a what, it's a who." She revealed "A girl, Davina. She can't be more than sixteen and I've never felt that kind of power from a wiccan."

"Is she more powerful than..." Alvaro gestured to the witch members of their family, Rebekah shook her head "It felt weaker than yours, but because of you," she looked at Klaus "she has Elijah."

"Where is he?" Klaus questioned.

Rebekah searched her memory, only to find nothing, her brows furrowed before it hit her "That clever bitch. I don't know."

"What's wrong?" Klaus questioned with concern.

"She wiped my memory of the location." She raised her voice "Marcel holds a powerful wiccan and you handed our brother to him! How many times will Elijah forgive you? How long until his hope for your redemption finally dies." She turned on her heel, only to spin around at the sound of Klaus's shout.

"I did what I had to do! Marcel took our home!"

"And our home is worthless without family." Rebekah exclaimed "I'm finding Elijah. Whatever it takes. Are you going to help me?" She looked at all of them "Any of you?"

"Whatever it takes." Klaus repeated, Prudence echoed it seconds afterwards. She looked at Ambrose, who nodded "Whatever it takes, love."

She looked at Alvaro and Morgana.

"You know the answer, Bekah." Morgana smiled before Alvaro finished the sentence "We'll get Elijah back. Whatever the cost."

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What do you think?

What are you excited for?

P.s. What Alvaro saying about Marcel, I don't mean to be offensive, it's just just what I picture he would say about the vampire. Because afterall, Alvaro doesn't really like Marcel.

I just wanted to point that out. Sorry for the long wait.