The streets of New Orleans were packed with tourists. I was already late and they weren't making things easier on me.

My phone rang and I dug it out of my purse. Hayley's name popped up.

"Hey, I know I'm late. I'll be there soon." I said.

Skylar picked the worst time to fire me. Apparently I wasn't dedicated enough and a lot of other artists would appreciate her gallery more.

It was a load of crap. The only reason she's upset is because I've asked around other galleries if they'd be interested in showcasing my work.

I hadn't found anyone interested yet so she's decided to make my life hell until I do.

Hayley huffed. "I hope so, because I can't stand being around Genevieve. I could use the backup."

The mention of the redhead witch made me roll my eyes. Last time I saw her was at the Feast of the Blessings. I was kind of hoping that'd be the last time.

"Ugh, say no more. I'll text you when I'm close." I replied.

She hung up and I put my phone back in my purse. When I looked up again, I found Monique Deveraux standing in front of me.

A sigh left my lips. "What is it, mini Sophie?"

A smug smirk formed on her face. I was about to repeat my question when I felt a piercing pain in my head. A groan left my lips as I cradled my head in my hands.

"We won't let you get in the way," she threatened me, "not again."

I turned my head to see the other harvest girl performing the spell on me. As she concentrated on the magic, I abruptly stood up and punched her in the face.

She gasped as blood dripped down her nose. That's the thing about witches. They don't expect you to use physical force. I was about to put both of them to sleep when something stabbed me in the neck.

Monique had injected me with a concoction that I knew nothing of. My eyesight got hazy as I stumbled on my feet. Whatever it was, it was knocking me out fast.

When I reached for my magic, I couldn't feel it. I was powerless to do anything other than collapse on the ground.

Everything was black. I was floating in an abyss, desperately trying to claw my way back to consciousness. But my body was tired, worn out from trying to fight whatever was in my system.

By the time I came to, hours had passed. I found myself at the cemetery, also known as the city of the dead. The ceiling of the crypt was easy to recognize.

I tried to get up only to find chains around my limbs. They were too heavy and I was too exhausted. A hiss of pain left my lips as I tried to move my head.

God, I hate witches. Ironic, considering I am one. Though they've never brought me anything than pain.

"I thought you'd be harder to subdue, being a Hade witch and all. But you're nothing like your mother."

Monique's voice echoed through the crypt. I licked my dry lips, wishing for a drink right about now. Somehow I don't think they cared about hospitality here.

"I'll take that as a compliment." I mumbled.

My mother was a crappy person. No wonder she got along with the witches. What a disappointment I must've been.

"Do you even know of your own history? The power you could've had if you'd just played along?" Monique wondered.

Literal torture would be more fun than listening about my mother. I avoided the topic at all costs. Monique noticed I wasn't going to reply.

"Lucy Hade mastered the art of lost magic, spells that were forgotten and abandoned. She brought hope for a new dawn in the French Quarter." she said.

Is that what her witchy friends told her? She wasn't even born when my mother was still alive. There was no way she knew anything concrete about my family.

She frowned."But everything changed when her son died."

A laugh escaped my lips. It hurt my stomach to do so but it was worth it. Monique looked at me in confusion.

"Wow, never took you as the funny one. But making up a dead brother is hilarious."

"The ancestors don't lie. You had a brother."

The smile on my face faded as I realized she was being serious. She couldn't be. I'd know if I had a brother.

"According to them, he died when he was very young. You had only been born a few months before." she said.

I shook my head in denial. It wasn't possible. I would've known. This wasn't the kind of thing you could hide.

"She begged the covens for help with a dark magic spell that was supposed to bring him back. Once they refused, it broke her. Rendering her useless for the witches."

And they threw her away like trash. A child that looked alike her dead son probably didn't help her mental state. Though that's no excuse for the abusive parent that she became.

"So what? The ancestors want payback on my mother? Is that why you're holding me here?" I asked.

Even dead, my mother managed to screw me over. I'm paying for her mistakes and a couple of my own. Good to know that it's not personal.

"They want us to sacrifice you," she paused, "along with Klaus Mikaelson's child."

My entire body froze. I thought I heard wrong but the look on Monique's face told me otherwise.

No. They can't. Not her.

Hayley's daughter was a baby. What kind of monsters would do such a thing? She was innocent in all of this.

"If you hurt her-"

"You'll do what, exactly?"

I could feel my heart racing. They made sure I'm in no fighting state and I'll be too dead to avenge her. It was a perfect plan. Well, almost.

"Hayley won't let you come anywhere near her. You know that." I snapped.

Monique smirked. "She can't stop us if she's dead."

I lunged at her but the chains held me back. She won't hurt Hayley nor her daughter. I don't give a damn if I die but not them. Never them.

Monique rolled her eyes at my rage and waved her hand at me. The effect of magic was instant as my eyes closed and I collapsed once again.

I was back in the abyss yet I wasn't alone this time. There were hundreds of voices screaming at me. I tried to tune them out but there were just so many.

My head was exploding. I'd do anything to make it stop. With each breath that I took, I made myself push them down one by one. Until finally it was over.

The sound of chanting woke me up. As my eyes opened, the first thing I saw was Genevieve holding a knife over a baby.

I reached forward to try and stop them. But once again, chains holding my arms over my head stopped me. I tugged at them in frustration.

"No!"

I turned my head to see Hayley, Elijah and Klaus heading our way. Blood covered all of them. I must've missed one hell of a fight.

Elijah threw a vase at Genevieve pushing her away from the baby. It knocked the knife out of her hands. I tried to reach for my magic.

It was there but just barely. The effects of the concoction were still blocking it. I focused all of my magic into the chains, trying to will them into breaking.

"You fools! To come against us in our place of power, our strongest hour. You don't face three. You face us all."

The ghosts of the ancestors materialized because of the harvest girls' spell. They were able to block the Mikaelsons from reaching the baby.

My magic was getting stronger by the minute. Although I was too weak to break the chains, my magic was able to weaken them just enough.

As I pulled on them, the metal biting into my skin and drawing blood, they finally broke. I fell on the ground and instantly latched onto Monique's foot.

She fell down on the ground while the other harvest girl was impaled by a spear thrown by Klaus. I saw the knife a few meters away from us and tried to grab it.

However, Monique was quicker. As I got up to fight her for it, she aimed it at my stomach. Any other day, I would've been able to dodge it. But I'd been drugged all day and had barely any energy.

That's why I couldn't stop the knife going through me. It was there for a second. And then she pulled it out and ran for the altar.

My hand reached out for her as I fell on the ground. The pain went through me in waves, each new one worse than the last. This time when I closed my eyes, there was no abyss.

Only an empty darkness.

-----

A gasp left my lips as I sat up and held on to my stomach. I looked down only to see there was nothing there except dried blood.

When I raised my head, I saw him sitting beside me. "Klaus."

A ghost of a smile went over his face as he got up. I swallowed a lump in my throat as he sat down on the bed next to me.

"The baby-"

"She's safe."

I released a sigh of relief as my eyes closed. It wasn't too late. A smile broke out on my face as I held back tears. I was able to keep my promise to protect her.

"How'd I get here?" I asked.

My eyes opened as I took another glance at my stomach. All I remember is a flash of a knife and Monique getting away.

"Well, you were pretty hurt. Elijah healed you and brought you here to rest." Klaus replied.

The knowledge that there was vampire blood coursing through my veins made me uneasy. Though it beats dying at the hands of a bitchy teenage witch.

"We need your help, Olivia."

Klaus explained everything. How his daughter wasn't safe in New Orleans, and she wouldn't be until they've cleared the city of their enemies. The witches with Esther leading them, the Guerrera werewolves with Francesca as the alpha.

They were but a few of the many enemies that Klaus had made during his long life. It was decided that it was best to send her away. Rebekah would take her and keep her safe until it was safe for her to return.

"They'd need a cloaking spell, and you're the only witch we can trust." he stated.

I took his hand and held it in a firm grip. His eyes glanced at it before meeting my own. I could see he was scared and in pain, even if he wouldn't admit it.

"Whatever you need, Klaus." I reassured him.

His eyes softened at my promise. Rebekah was right. I cared about him in a way that I couldn't explain to myself. Seeing flickers of his humanity was more than enough to win me over.

"I know I don't say it enough," Klaus paused, "but I am eternally grateful for everything you've done for my family, for me."

This was the first time he acknowledged it out loud. Not that he was grateful for my part in helping his family. But that he was grateful that I helped him.

I squeezed his hand. "Hey, what are friends for?"

His mouth curved into a smile, though sorrow still remained present on his face, as I admitted that we were friends. After everything we've been through, we had to be.

His smile faded. "You won't be safe. If you stand by us, they will hunt you down. It's best if you stay away."

I frowned at his words. He glanced at me with those sad blue eyes before letting go of my hand. It instantly felt wrong, like my hand wanted to hold his forever.

"Don't do that, Klaus. Don't push me away." I said.

I reached out for him and he got up, away from my reach. As if my touch was too much for him to handle. I got up from the bed, following him as he tried to put distance between us.

"Standing by this family is not worth your life. It shouldn't be." he argued.

He chooses now to be selfless. Now, when I actually want to help and stand by their side. I don't see how I can just walk away.

"That's my choice, Klaus. Not yours." I said.

He was silent for a moment. All I could see was his back. He didn't even have the courage to face me. As if I wasn't even worth looking at.

"I don't want you to be here after tonight."

I opened my mouth to say his name when he sped away from sight. My heart started racing at his disappearance. A pit formed in my stomach as I contemplated looking for him.

There was no point to it. Deep down I knew that. If Klaus Mikaelson wanted me gone, there was no one who could change his mind. I took a deep breath as I sat back down on the bed.

I wanted to feel relieved. After doing the spell for Rebekah, I'll be free from my obligation of helping the Mikaelson family. I should've been relieved.

Yet I found myself desperately trying to find a way to convince Klaus that he still needed me.

He is everything that I'm supposed to hate. He's tried to manipulate me, lie to me and he put my friends' lives in danger.

Then why do I still hate the idea of this being the last time that I see him?

End of season one