The Mikaelson brothers stepped out of the black SUV outside an old parking garage near the town entrance, the elder following the younger.

"What interesting places you take me to, Niklaus." Elijah sarcastically remarked as he observed the place.

"I extended a proposal to Marcel earlier, to be co-rulers of this, always celebrating city. Of course inevitably it all be mi- ours again soon, brother."

"And you see an old garage the most fitting place to sign a peace treaty?"

The hybrid laughed in reply and spun around to face his brother.

"Marcel has some recent business that he has to take care of, and he'd like my assistance with it. Apparently it is his way of doing his part." Klaus came back to step along with Elijah. "And as you may probably figure out later, I've already had a hand."

The two supernaturals sped up to the meeting spot to find Marcel leaning on the trunk of a coroner's van, with more than needed men around him.

"Klaus, glad you could make it," the vampire king said, pushing himself off the tailgate he was sitting on.

"You certainly have the party gathered here," replied his turner, motioning with his hands to the group surrounding him.

"Oh them? They're just, insurance." Marcel said, flashing his characteristic smile.

"Alright then, I hope you don't mind me bringing Elijah along."

"You'll find me more than enough for your brood," spoke Elijah for the first time, fixing his cuff link.

"Oh, there'll be no need for that. Now let's get down to business," Marcel said opening the trunk. Klaus joined Marcel at the opening and (feigned) surprise.

"Aaah, new associates?" Klaus asked of the scared and hyperventilating kids in transition.

"After losing 6 night walkers, I got holes to fill." Marcel told him, standing next to the Original. "What do you think? Cute dorky girl, or gay best friend?"

"Dealer's choice," Klaus replied leaning into Marcel's ear, his hands folded behind him.

"'Dealer's choice.' I like it," replied the co-king as he slapped Klaus' back. He walked up to the trunk and pulled out a coin.

"Whoever picks up this coin gets to live forever. The other one dies, again, and for real this time."

The blonde made no haste as she lashed for the silver, gaining a horrified look from her ex-fellow and only a scoff from Elijah, who turned away, clearly not amused.

"How could you?!" the tan, bushy haired kid said.

"Get over it, Josh. You would have done the same thing if you weren't a measly-" the blonde's speech was cut short as her neck was spun broken by the unimpressed vampire king.

What Marcel said next was inaudible to Elijah as his hearing was swarmed by the sounds coming off from the parade passing through. But Elijah did not fail to pick up on the one familiar voice he had not thought of hearing in New Orleans, but his guess was affirmed as he saw the blonde vampire from Mystic Falls bouncing with the other drunken party goers.

Elijah smiled, thankful for something interesting, and sped out of the parking lot, leaving the two kings undisturbed in their business dealings.