ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ, ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀʟᴇᴀɴs,
ʀᴏᴜssᴇᴀᴜ's ʙᴀʀ,
ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ.

Alvaro withheld a growl, a pissed off scowl rested on his features. He stared at the entrance from his place in the shadows. Anger from the night before swirling in his vains. Neither he or Morgana let slip to or so much as ran into the elder Morningstars.

Alvaro found he had mixed desires, lately. He wasn't overly fond of New Orleans when he and his siblings originally arrived three hundred years ago, much like his late brother, Kol. (Who's fate in the afterlife remained unknown. He didn't appear in Hell, nor did he appear when the veil to the other side was down.)

But he didn't particularly like the idea of New Orleans not being under his family's rule. All of them, even he himself built the city, it was rightfully theirs. He just wasn't interested in siting on the throne. But two things were certain. Morgana and his unborn son. Yes, he was kind of weary of fatherhood but other than that. That was the only thing that was clear to him.

He wanted to watch his child grow and Morgana embrace motherhood. Ever since the weekend at the Gilbert Lake house, he'd found moments when he looked at Morgana. He caught himself imagining her surrounded by his children, now that he knew it was possible.

Alvaro was well aware the version of himself from the past and the moment when he awoke from his coffin, would look at him like he was a true loony. But those versions of himself had encountered the most charismatic, sexy and beautiful woman in the universe.

A woman so alluring it was like she'd been crafted by the gods. Although she is Lucifer's daughter, and the devil may be a fallen angel but he was once the closeted individual to a god. And both he and Lilith had been crafted by one.

He wondered what his son would be. Would he be a vampire like him? Or a celestial, demon and witch tribrid like Morgana? Or, would he be something totally unique? And who would his son be as a person?

Would he be like Morgana or like himself? Would he be similar to his aunt and uncles from his side of the family, or his aunts and uncles from Morgana's side? Would he even be similar to the elder Morningstars?

Alvaro's mind was pulled back to the present by the sound of footsteps approaching the door. A dark haired woman (whom he assumed was Sophie) came into the kitchen, holding a box of food. The wiccan witch froze when she felt a breeze fan over her bare arms. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as the door closed on it's self.

"Klaus..." Sophie turned slowly only for her face to fall, confusion was written all over her features as she stared at the tall, chilling, brunette man leaning on the door.

Alvaro pulled a weird face, dipping his head to the side briefly halfway into his speech before the angered expression returned on his face "Sorry to disappoint you." -

- his southern English accent ran through Sophie's ears, he paused before arching an unimpressed eyebrow "Heard of me?"

Sophie recalled how Elijah Mikaelson had introduced himself to her and...it clicked. The accent. The change in the atmosphere. The automatic chill run through her body. A terrified and shocked gasp fell from her lips as fear instantly scrapped at her insides "Yes."

Alvaro bared his teeth in a wicked grin, before speeding forward, grabbing her shoulders making her shriek before speeding them back to the Plantation house.

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ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ,
ᴏʟᴅ ɢᴏᴠɴᴇʀɴᴇʀs ʜᴏᴜsᴇ,
ɴᴏᴡ.

Rebekah stood in the living room, accompanied by Ambrose. Who was stirring a steaming hot cup of tea, sat on the end of the sofa. As Klaus sat next to him. Alvaro blurred into the room and threw her down on the sofa before the older Mikaelson and Spellman.

"We had a deal!" Klaus reminded with an angered tone, drawing the witch's attention as his brother went to the table behind himself and Ambrose to prepare a much-needed drink, to calm his frustrations. "You protect my unborn child. I dismantle Marcel's army. And whilst I've been busy fulfilling my part of the bargain. You allowed Hayley and one of my dear friends be attacked and almost killed by a gaggle of lunatic witches."

"I had nothing to do with it, I swear." The brunette witch insisted as the elder warlock sipping at his tea, eyeing her with an unbelieving expression "Hayley and I are linked, remember? She dies, I die."

Ambrose inhaled, bending over to put his cup on the floor, next to the leg of the chair as Rebekah crossed her arms. He relaxed into his chair "Then who the heaven were they?"

Sophie eyed the chocolate skinned male curiously, making Rebekah scrowl slightly "They're a faction of extremists. Sabine stupidly told them about some visions she had about the babies."

Alvaro narrowed his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest, standing right behind the hybrid and warlock "What kind of visions?" Klaus questioned.

Sophie sighed "She has them all the time. They're totally open to interpretation. I'm guessing she's wrong on these ones."

"Well," Klaus leaned forward as the warlock propped a leg over his knee "how, may I ask, was this particular vision interpreted?"

"Pretty much that your baby would bring death to all witches." Sophie said, Rebekah shot a glance at Ambrose but she knew his lot and himself were preying to Hacate. The wiccans were not.

"Ah, well," Klaus smiled brightly "I grow fonder of this child by the second."

"And what about the other child?" Alvaro inquired, eyebrows slightly raised in a furrowed motion, drawing all attention to him. Sophie swallowed, looking him in the eye "Why do you care?"

The original gritted his teeth "Answer the fucking question."

The Deveraux sighed "Sabine said she had a vision of a boy. Who would travel though time and space, with a man." Rebekah titled her head as Ambrose raised his own, eyebrows furrowed upwards whilst the Mikaelson brothers just took it in "And-and basically," Sophie licked her lips "he would bring the end of the universe."

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sᴛ. ᴀɴɴᴇ's ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ,
ʜᴀʟғ ʜᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ.

Elijah held a violin in his hands, fiddling with the strings as he made his final touches "Do you play?" He questioned the young wiccan.

"That's not mine."

The Mikaelson humed softly before taking a seat looking over the instrument as Davina continued to draw him. Both of their gazes shot to the door at the sound of footsteps approaching the room.

Elijah sped to the shadows observing as Marcel talked to Davina. He felt a chilling atmosphere settle as the smell of freshly lit matches raced into his nose. He raised his head, keeping his eyes on the duo he was watching as he whispered "Hello, Morgana."

"Elijah." The queen of Hell smirked, eyes sparkling "It's been a while."

He smirked slightly as he faced her. He saw that she didn't have long to go. And yet she was still the same. He wondered whether his brother was aware of her activities, he knew - saw how protective Alvaro was of Morgana - especially with her pregnant "What are you up to?"

"What makes you think I'm up to anything?" She chuckled dryly making himself chuckle quietly in an amused manner "I assume, my brother is here too?"

"Yes." She nodded turning her attention to Davina and Marcel "Prudence and Ambrose too. We're all here for one common goal: your return."

Elijah smiled slightly, touched that the two witches were trying to get him back "I'm working on it." Morgana bounced her brows, eyes memorizing the two individuals before them as she humed "Why?" He purred with slight bemusement "Am I missed?"

She gave him a look before gesturing to the vampire and witch "So that's Marcel and Davina. Klaus's adoptive son and the special weapon, everybody wants." Elijah turned slightly watching her as she thought aloud "But, why? Yeah, everyone wants her for her power, but for how long?"

Elijah narrowed his eyes, getting what she was getting at "You're suggesting that a war over territory was just a ploy to pull us into this."

"Well," she met his eyes "I wouldn't dismiss the possibility." Elijah glanced back to the two before going to look back at Morgana, only to find her gone. Elijah raised his brows. No witch he'd known could do that, but then again he hadn't seen the full extent of what Prudence and Ambrose could do.

Davina shifted her gaze from the entrance to the noble original who came out of hiding, clueless as to who he'd been speaking with "You didn't reveal that I was awake."

"We're not done talking yet."

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ᴏʟᴅ ɢᴏᴠɴᴇɴᴇʀs ʜᴏᴜsᴇ,
ʜᴀʟғ ʜᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ.

"Elijah's speaking to Davina?" Sophie clarified astonished, missing how Alvaro and Ambrose caught the look in her eye.

"Yeah, as we speak." Rebekah answered sitting down next to Klaus "I imagine."

"I'm guessing she'll have plenty to say about that crowd." The Deveraux sighed defeatedly, glancing at the ground.

"You say the statement like the god who you're worshipping has a secret agenda to enslaved everybody and bring the end of the world." Ambrose remarked lightly making the young witch pull a confused expression.

"Do tell." Klaus relaxed into his seat as Alvaro sighed, before making his way to the chair on his sister's right, he threw himself in it and propped his legs on the table. All of the Mikaelsons and the Spellman looked at her expectantly in their own unique way.

Sophie sighed "I wasn't always an advocate for the witches. My sister was devoted, like our parents and our upbringing was very strict, which drove me nuts. The minute I turned 21, I left the Quarter to travel...and play. But I wanted to be a chef, so I came back to Rousseau's."

''What the bloody hell is the Harvest?" Rebekah questioned, her perfect eyebrows furrowed in a frown.

"It's a ritual our coven does every three centuries so that the bond to our ancestral magic is restored." Sophie explained "We appease our ancestors, they keep our ancestral power flowing."

Klaus's eyes darkened slightly, a glare edging on his features "And why haven't I heard of this?"

"Because it always seemed like a myth to you, didn't it?" Ambrose's brows furrowed as his mind maded the connection "A story passed down through generations. Like, queen Freya. Or Gryla. Hacate. Vlad the Impaler, or-"

"Pan." Alvaro added recalling how he killed the said god "The kind some individuals take literally, and some don't."

"They had the girls of our community preparing for months. Four would be chosen for the Harvest." Sophie explained, still thrown by the amount of knowledge the two men had "They said that it was an honour, that they were special. I thought it was a myth."

"Was it?" Rebekah asked just before Klaus' phone rung. The very hybrid reached into his pocket as he got to his feet "Marcel. A bit early in the day for you, isn't it?"

"I know I make this look easy, but I still have an empire to run." Marcel's voice streamed out of the phone, Alvaro rolled his eyes at the vampire's statement as Ambrose curled his lip at the very sound.

"Rather you than me." Klaus smirked, catching the warlock's reaction "All that responsibility seems like such a bore."

"Well, this might spice things up, I just heard about a bunch of dead witches out in the Bayou. The kind of damage a werewolf might do, only there was no full moon. I have an informant out there I need to meet and I would love for you to go with me."

Alvaro smirked at the information as Klaus looked at Sophie smugly "Dead witches in the Bayou. Sounds like less of a problem, and more like a cause of celebration."

"Well, something killed them and may still be out there. And with your blood the only cure for a werewolf bite, I would love for you to accompany me."

"Well, why not?" Klaus said "I haven't been to the Bayou in ages. I'm on my way."

"Peace out, brother." Marcel said before Klaus hung up, he pocketed his phone as Hayley entered holding a cup of coffee.

"You can't go out there now." Sophie argued "I need to gather the witches' remains and consecrate them. If I don't get to them before sundown, we lose the link to their magic."

Alvaro snorted without amusement "He can, and he will. Let the remains rot."

"Those witches tried to kill Hayley." Klaus pointed at the pregnant werewolf, a glare on his face "And Morgana. I prefer for Marcel's informant not to find anything that would lead him back to us, to her or to," he pointed at Hayley's baby bump "you know, that."

"You are all class." Hayley remarked sarcastically, before taking a sip of coffee.

Klaus pointed at Sophie "Stay put and save the rest of your story until I return." Alvaro raised his brows as his brother exited, before getting up himself.

Hayley watched intensely as he walked forward, towards Sophie who backed up into her seat on the sofa. Alvaro bent down, and placed a hand on the witch's shoulder. Sophie flinched at the touch.

"I can't kill you because your death brings the death of my niece." Alvaro's voice grew cold "But, if you or any of those wiccan pieces of shight come after Morgana and her child. I will slaughter all of the wiccans in this city."

Hayley watched wide eyed as Alvaro withdrew before heading for the door only to stop at Sophie's question "Why did you care about the other child?"

Alvaro turned and held her gaze with hard eyes "Because it's mine. I think it's time this town, and everyone in it remembers...that I am worse than Klaus."

With that he turned on his heel and left.

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Alvaro strutted into his shared bedroom to find Morgana sat in the middle of a pentergram of salt, lit candles sat at each point of the star. He halted in his step, admiring as she sat eyes closed. Her legs were crossed and her hands rested on her knees, palms facing upwards.

Floki sat on the outside of the triangle. The feline turned his head, and shot the Mikaelson a annoyed expression before hissing a meow. Alvaro sighed before walking towards him, he shook his head looking at the Morningstar "Rule breaker." He muttered as he knelt down to stroke Floki's fur, eyes wondering to the ravenette "Definitely Lucifer's daughter."

Morgana inhaled deeply as she came back, the flames of the candles flickered into their death. Floki meowed angrily, she turned her head to find both her familiar and boyfriend giving her a look. She scoffed giving Floki a look "We agreed."

Floki meowed making the original chuckle, raising to his feet as she met his gaze "I caught you fair and square. What were you up to?"

"I was bothering Elijah." She raised an eyebrow before he helped her up "I suspect that the wiccans are playing us somehow." He arched his eyebrows as he watched her movement "I simply just..." she half narrowed her eyes "opened your brother's eyes to the possibility."

"Always scheming." He struggled to keep the smirk from his lips as she turned to face him "I dread to think what our child will be like, if he inherits his mother and grandmother's scheming a habits."

Morgana grinned before titling her brows upwards in a slight frown "Ahw, you say it as if you disapprove."

"I do." He nodded repeatedly, features covered with a serious frown. Morgana raised her eyebrows, disbelief written all over her face "Our child surposed to be the best of us."

Morgana chuckled sarcastically before pointing her forefinger at him accusingly "You lie!"

Alvaro pursued his lips before a grin cracked his lips, he nodded loosely "Yes. I lie." He walked towards her, placing a hand on her stomach "Speaking of, how is our little devil."

Morgana sighed "Fine. He occasionally has his fits."

"Fits?" He almost chuckled with raised brows, smile on his lips as his eyes shined.

"Sometimes, your spawn gets it in his mind to start kicking me when he's hungry or something." She sighed "And he won't calm until I attend to him."

"Ahw, even in the womb he's a troublemaker." Alvaro smirked before it fell slightly "If only he could have the opportunity to know his uncle Kol."

"Hey," she grasped his hand before caressing his cheek with her other hand "Prudence is searching for a way to bring him back. And I and Ambrose, when we aren't helping your siblings are assisting her. We'll get him back, one day."

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ʟᴀᴛᴀʏᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴄᴇᴍᴇᴛᴇʀʏ,
ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀᴇᴀʟᴀɴs,
ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ.

Hayley raised her arm, resting her palm on the brick wall blocking Sophie's path, an irrated expression on her features "Listen. The whole reason I came to this stupid town in the first place was to learn more about my family. Your sister is the one that told me Marcel ran the werewolves out of the Quarter into the Bayou and last night, I'm pretty sure that some guardian angel wolf saved my life. So, I'm going with you."

"Could you two be more idiotic?"

Hayley turned to find Rebekah and Ambrose stood before her. The Mikaelson woman looked at the werewolf with furrowed brows whilst Ambrose with arched ones. Sophie sighed before the tanned warlock tsked "three can play the follow game, you know? You heard Klaus, he and Marcel are heading straight towards where you're going."

"So distract them." Hayley insisted, looking between the warlock and original duo "Because unless you wanna lock a hormonal, pregnant werewolf in tomb."

Rebekah opened her mouth in disbelief, before noticing the look in Ambrose's eye, the werewolf was reminding the warlock of his late cousin. She stroked his forearm before grasping his hand.

"I'm going with you." Hayley stated determinedly before she and Sophie looked towards the duo, Who realised each other's hands instantly "And wouldn't Elijah be mad if he hears that the baby and I died of asphyxiation?"

Sophie sighed. The Spellman blinked repeatedly raising his eyebrows as Rebekah looked at her with annoyance.

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ʙᴀʏᴏᴜ.

"What's the matter, Rebekah?" Klaus's voice streamed out of the blonde's phone, as she, Hayley, Sophie and Ambrose wondered though the Bayou "What's is all that dreadful hillbilly ruckus in the background?" She furrowed her brows, missing the Spellman's chuckle.

"According to the dreadful signage, it's Big Auggie's Bayou Bar."

"Well, order up a few rounds of moonshine and stay clear of the dead witches for a few. The witch is on a burial mission, your baby mama is on a spirit quest, Ambrose and I are keeping Elijah's promise to keep her safe. So, stall, please." She hung up.

The Spellman warlock grinned "Ambrose and I?" He repeated with raised brows, cheek written all over his face.

"Oh, shut up." Rebekah huffed, which only made him laugh before sauntering of ahead, Hayley looked at her "Don't ask."

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The four halted on the site of dead witches. Sophie got to her knees and dug in her bag as the original, werewolf and warlock inspected the site.

"Whoa." Hayley gasped light at the sight of large paw prints in the gravel. Rebekah walked beside her, gazing down at the print as Ambrose noticed a tree, covered with bloody claw marks.

He went towards it, he placed a hand on it. He ran his fingers over the lines, his face became a furrowed frown with narrowed eyes. A wondrous glint shined in his orbs "What happened to you, friend?"

"Is that a wolf track?" The Deveraux questioned before a snapping of twigs made all heads turn, Hayley placed a hand on her stomach as Ambrose pulled out his smelting wond before backing from the tree.

"Who's there?" Rebekah called out.

A wide eyed vampire, appeared.

Ambrose narrowed his eyes, aiming his wond "Hello friend."

"What the hell? An Original?" He uttered.

"Forgetting also a royal." An familiar voice stated sternly making him turn, the vampire screamed jumping away from the flames as they swirled to the ground before speeding away.

Ambrose lowered his wond, both he and Rebekah stared at the light blonde with slight relief, mouth hanging open. Whilst the Deveraux and Marshall women watched the three confused.

"Caliban." The warlock and original greeted in unison.

"Ambrose. Lady Mikaelson." The demon smirked nicely "Where are the majesties, I require to speak with them."

"You're gonna have to wait." Rebekah said "He's on his way to rat us out to Marcel."

"Oh." He caught sight of Hayley, knowing what the original ment instantly, fire swirled around him.

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"Let me understand this." Klaus said though Rebekah's phone "Against all logic, you, Ambrose and Hayley went to the Bayou. Where you ran into a man who you suspect may be Marcel's informant, and you lost him."

Ambrose had his arms crossed over his chest as he stood with the original, away from the werewolf and witch "Yes, and now that we've established that I am a failure as a sister, a friend and an Original, you should probably know he's on his way to Marcel to eat us out."

"Skinny guy in a hurry, horrible sense of style and looks like he's seen a ghost." Ambrose threw in.

"I'll handle it, but I'll need a distraction."

Rebekah smirked whilst the warlock scrowled lightly, knowing exactly what he meant "I'm-" she met Ambrose's eye making him pull a confused look, making her roll her own orbs "we're on our way."

Rebekah hung up, before swatting a mosquito that had landed on her arm, Ambrose looked at her fondly "What did the wild life do to you?"

"Coming from the one who's been under house arrest, and had limited access to wild life." Rebekah shot back making the warlock laugh.

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ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀᴇᴀʟᴀɴs,

ʙɪɢ ᴀᴜɢɢɪᴇ's ʙᴀʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀʀ,
ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ.

"Ah, isn't this just like old times." Rebekah noted as she and the Spellman approached Klaus and Marcel, Ambrose nicked the hybrid's drink and asked "Just how drunk are you two?" before drowning it.

The dirty blonde gazed at two, faking a drunk facade "Skating on the razor's edge. I'm gonna use the loo." He got to his feet, sparing a look at Marcel as he addressed the duo "Back in a tick."

Rebekah took her brother's seat "I haven't seen him this lushy since the twenties."

"Somehow," Ambrose nodded "I can imagine that."

Rebekah grinned as Marcel eyed the warlock curiously "I don't believe we've had the pleasure. The names Marcel Gerard."

Ambrose looked at the vampire's out stretched hand before grasping it, he shook it firmly, holding Marcel's eye "Ambrose Spellman."

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Klaus spotted Marcel's informant almost immediately, he headed towards him, flattery all over him "Thomas, I presume. Marcel asked me to find our what you know about the dead witches." The hybrid placed a hand on Thomas's shoulder and drew him away from the bar.

"I heard they were going after a pair of pregnant woman, I mean, the two were stupid being out there by themselves." Thomas said nervously, unaware of the situation he was in.

Klaus gave a fake smile as they halted behind a black pick-up "Yeah, they were, weren't they? It's amazing how gullible some people can be."

Thomas nodded in agreement "Yeah."

Klaus went to snap his neck, but Thomas fell to his knees, grey and vainy. The hybrid looked up from the body. A smile graced his lips. The light blonde demon dropped the blood red heart.

"Caliban." Klaus chuckled, bouncing his eyebrows a single times, the clay prince, who head was slightly tipped upwards smiled.

"Klaus. I hear congratulations are in order."

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"That was fast work, Rebekah, Ambrose." Klaus said as he and Caliban met up with the duo "Where's Marcel? In there touching up his lipstick?"

"Credit us with some taste, it's filthy in there." Rebekah replied gestured to the loo with disgust.

Ambrose furrowed his brows "Where'd he go?"

"He didn't tell you he was leaving?" Klaus questioned with a frown before sharing a look with the demon beside him.

"No." Rebekah and Ambrose shared a glance "Do you think he realized we were stalling him?"

"No." Caliban uttered, eyes slightly wide upon realization "Unless he was stalling you."

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴀᴛᴛᴏɪʀ,
ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ,
ɴɪɢʜᴛ.

Klaus stood on the balcony above the ground level as Caliban lurked in the shadows waiting for the tanned vampire "Taking me on a field trip to distract me? Pathetic and obvious. I taught you better than that."

"You taught me to protect what's mine." Marcel sneered up at him unaware of the demon behind him "You will not take Davina from me. End of story."

"An immutable law of nature," Marcel spun around to face Caliban, who entered the moonlight "is the strong will always take from the weak. So, your the Marcel I've been hearing so much about." The Morningstar looked the vampire up and down "I was expecting something...better."

"Who the hell are you?" Marcel questioned, eyeing the taller man - who held himself with regality - puzzled.

The light blonde smirked, holding his head high as Klaus jumped down on to the ground "I'm Caliban, one of Klaus's friends. And the originals' friends."

Marcel turned back to Klaus, glaring heatedly "If you were so strong, you wouldn't have run away from New Orleans like a little bitch all those years ago."

Klaus rushed towards the tanned vampire and punched him to the ground "You've been playing king with a bunch of children for too long. Don't mistake me for one of your Nightwalker lackies. Marcel, I can take Davina anytime I please."

Marcel scrowled, rushing towards Klaus. Caliban went to intervene but the vampire was pushed to the ground by another. The two blondes stared at the new arrival shocked, one more than the other.

"What the..."

"Forgive me, Marcel." Elijah stated, before turning his attention to the hybrid and demon duo "But if anyone is to teach my brother and his friend a lesson, it's me."

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ɢᴏᴠɴᴇʀɴᴇʀs ʜᴏᴜsᴇ,
ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ.

"What in Hacate's name happened to you?" Prudence questioned the Marshall, Mikaelson and Spellman trio as she handed out glasses of whiskey - and water to Hayley.

"Busy day?" Morgana questioned curiously, taking in how exhausted the three looked as she and Alvaro joined them.

"You have no idea." Ambrose sighed tempestuously, passing a glass of whiskey to Alvaro, and one of water "I feel ready for bed."

"And I don't care if we have to get you a leash." Rebekah gave Hayley a pointed look "That's was your last trip to the Bayou." She narrowed her eyes "What is it with you and those wolves, anyway?"

Hayley sighed baffled as she withdrew her glass from her lips "I feel like we're connected somehow. I don't know. Maybe it's just some pipe dream that I have of finding any real family out there. But, sometimes when I feel like it's me against the world, it keeps me going."

"Well, if you ask me, family is a pain in the behind." Rebekah placed the bottle of whiskey down, looking at werewolf girl insulted "And as for being in it alone, how dare you? I don't ruin a perfectly fabulous pair of boots traipsing though the Bayou for just anyone."

Hayley smiled into her glass as the rest chuckled or laughed. Rebekah smiled wide, especially when Ambrose spoke. He grinned at the original beside him "Don't worry about the boots, Bekah. I'll buy a an even better pair."

The group was interrupted when the front door opened. Hayley, Prudence and Morgana turned around as the Mikaelsons and Spellman looked towards it to witness Klaus and Caliban enter. Both the royal couple and the Blackwood frowned not expecting the other Morningstar.

"Nik. Caliban. Finally," Rebekah said "What..."

Elijah entered, smiling at the sight of his family together, it warmed his heart that they were all there to receive him. Even the Spellman and Blackwood, whom had warmed on him.

Rebekah ran to her oldest brother - making a certain warlock smile - sighing with great relief "Elijah," she smiled as they pulled away "You're safe." She looked at Klaus over his shoulder, Caliban raised his brows at her following sentence sending the hybrid a confused look "Now that you're home, is your first plan to kill Niklaus?" She smiled brightly.

"Bekah." Alvaro scolded lightly.

"Excuse me." Elijah placed a kiss on his little sister's head "Just a moment."

Elijah walked past her, she turned watching as her brother followed after Hayley, who had left the room "Where's he going?"

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Not minutes later, Elijah stood slightly beside but behind his chair in his study. Klaus and Morgana sat in the chairs before the desk, whilst Caliban leant in the doorway with Prudence on his right, a few sentiments away, arms crossed.

Rebekah stood on Caliban's left, hands on her hips. Ambrose stood beside the mantle, leaning against it as Hayley stood in front of it. Lastly, Alvaro stood behind, but inbetween his brother and his girlfriend, hands in his trouser pockets. All attention was firmly on Elijah. Who was informing them all about what Davina had told him.

"Everything that has brought us to New Orleans was a lie. This story that Sophie Deveraux fabricated, this struggle for control of the French Quarter, this war between vampires and wiccan witches. It wasn't over territory at all. This was over Davina." He paused as they took it in smoothly "Eight months ago, Sophie Deveraux and her sister Jane-Anne lost everything. Now, four months after that, a young, pregnant girl wanders into their restaurants. Suddenly, all hope is renewed."

Elijah turned his gaze to Klaus "Jane-Anne actually sacrificed her life so that her sister could use you to find Davina." He looked over all of the individuals in the room "If Sophie Deveraux is successful in capturing Davina, she can return Jane-Anne's daughter back to life. We thought we'd come here to wage a war for power. This is about family. In order to return her niece to life, Sophie Deveraux will fight to the death. That makes her more dangerous than anyone."

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5094 words. Sorry for the long wait, I've been going though a writer's block. But I'll try to get more chapters out.