CONNOR was chained up by his wrists and ankles to a large slab of wood. Klaus walked into the room and approached him before passing and smirking slightly. "Looks like I'll have to beef up the hybrid security detail."

Ingrid pulled Stefan into the room by the collar of his shirt and tossed him toward Klaus. Stefan landed on the floor and groaned in pain. "Let's be honest, Niklaus, that still won't do. Your hybrids are useless." She teased before placing the heel of her stilettos on Stefan's chest. "Why do you continously sneak around our house? Have you no boundaries?"

Stefan glared up at her and shifted his eyes toward Klaus. "I was gonna take him, but I figured you went through such trouble to truss him up in your red room of pain." He remarked with a bitter smirk, motioning to Connor.

Klaus smirked proudly and shrugged his shoulders. "It's from the Inquisition. I thought it was a nice touch." He then walked toward Ingrid with an amused smile. "You can let him go, love."

She pouted slightly in disappointment then rolled her eyes. "Fine." She then pushed off of him harshly with a mischevious smirk.

Stefan groaned in pain then stood up from the marble floor, sneering at the Original wife. He brushed off his jacket then glanced at curiously. "What'd you get out of him?"

"Not enough. He's mum about the Council fire and he's not saying anything about this greater evil we're all supposed to be shivering over." Klaus remarked with an amused facial expression then raised an eyebrow at the Salvatore. "What brings you snooping?"

"Well, I can't say it in front of him." Stefan replied, crossing his arms over his chest and scowling. "As I'm sure you've figured out, our friend here can't be compelled."

Klaus turned to Connor with an intrigued look on his face. "You're full of mysteries, aren't you?"

"I told you, I don't know anything." Connor argued sternly, telling the truth about his lack of knowledge toward his own history

"Thankfully, I know plenty." Klaus commented with a smirk, walking out of the room and gestured for Stefan to come with him. "Shall we?" Ingrid strolled out of the room, following suit, as her heels echoed across the marble floor. Stefan stared at Connor for a few more seconds and followed the Mikaelsons out of the room. Klaus shut the doors to Connor's prison room and turned to face Stefan. "So, what's with the home invasion?"

"Damon said you knew something about this guy. Now, I should have figured out that you were up to something when you healed Elena from the werewolf poison without asking for anything in return." Stefan concluded with a suspicious expression on his face.

Klaus smirked and gestured with his hands for dramatic effect. "I was feeling benevolent."

"You're never benevolent." Stefan argued sternly and glared at the male hybrid. "Who is this guy? What's the Five?"

"So many questions." Klaus remarked in amusement and glanced over at his wife.

"So little answers." Ingrid added in a mocking tone, tilting her head to the side.

"It's a good thing I have nothing to do today, except get answers out of you two." Stefan said while sitting down and staring up at them.

The couple exchanged annoyed looks and Ingrid sighed lowly, rolling her eyes. Klaus tapped his fingertips together as he thought about the pros and cons of letting Stefan into the history of The Five. Realizing that it may be more fun than harm, he sighed with a wide smirk. "Fine. You might actually be useful in persuading my sister to cooperate." Klaus said before walking away from the door and further into the room. "The brotherhood of the Five was a group of highly skilled vampire hunters. We crossed paths with them in the 12th century Italy. My family and I had followed the Normans as they conquered the South. Feeding, turning people as we went. But with the bloodshed came exposure." He explained, sending a not so subtle look in Ingrid's direction.

She rolled her eyes and scoffed quietly. "Do not play innocent, Niklaus. You and Kol played an incredibly noteworthy part as well."

Stefan glanced at him in confusion and leaned forward in his seat. "So these hunters have been around for nine hundred years?"

"Apparently. Though our friend in the other room is the first I've seen since then. Kind of makes you wonder what they've been up to all these years." Klaus responded in slight anger and sat down in the leather couch across from him.

"And Rebekah had a thing with one of them?" Stefan asked in surprise.

"Oh, she didn't just have a thing. She fell in love with him. He told her all his secrets." Klaus responded in annoyance then smiled over at the younger vampire. "Which I will gladly share with you provided you do one thing for me."

Stefan narrowed his leafy green eyes and furrowed his eyebrows. "And what's that?"

"Get Rebekah over here. She's being stubborn and hateful. I need to make peace with her." He answered while standing up from his seat. "I want her to give me some very important information about the hunter which she won't do, unless she believes we've made up."

Stefan stood up as well and glanced at Klaus, unconvinced. "And what's in it for me?"

"Unless you want answers then I would suggest doing as you are told." Ingrid remarked with pointed expression.

"Just get her here and I'll tell you." Klaus added in a gruff tone and began to walk away. He paused and turned around, calling out to Stefan. "Oh, and Stefan, trust me when I say this; that hunter in there holds the answer to all your prayers."

Stefan nodded slowly in understanding before walking out of the Mikaelson mansion. Klaus turned toward Ingrid once he was gone with a serious expression on his face. "We need to get that sword."

"Why? Why must you pursue this again?" She questioned him in exhaustion. "We all know the consequences from the last time and I am in no mood for the repetition."

"History will no repeat itself this time, my love." He assured her with a confident smile but she was unconvinced. "I swear--" he began but she cut him off.

"Do not swear on anything. We both know it's practically impossible to control the outcome." She sternly commented then sighed heavily. "Especially if the Salvatores or the doppelgänger is involved."

Later on, Klaus was standing next to Connor, who was still chained to the torture device by his extremities. When Connor groaned in pain, the Mikaelson glanced at him in fake concern. "You feeling alright, mate? Are the shackles too tight?" He questioned then paused for a moment and smiled widely. "Welcome home, sister." He turned his head and looked to see that Rebekah and Stefan had entered the room.

"Is this a trick? How do you know he's one of the Five? Where's his bloody tattoo?" Rebekah asked quickly, refusing to believe that her brother could possibly be telling the truth.

"No tricks." Ingrid replied honestly as she walked into the room. "He had this." She added, holding out the engraved stake to her. Rebekah took it from the brunette and ran her fingers across the engravings.

"Oh, the tattoos aren't visible on this lot like they were on the last." Klaus remarked with an annoyed expression before clapping his hands together and smiling. "Let's eat." He then walked out of the room with Rebekah and Ingrid following.

The four of them then sat around one of the many dining tables as a beautiful woman began serving them food. Klaus smiled up at her with a charming and flirtatious expression. "Thank you, my lovely."

Ingrid smirked bitterly from beside him and spun her steak knife around between her fingers before driving it down into his hand, straight into the wooden table. He groaned lowly in pain, his golden eyes flashing in her direction. Klaus ripped the knife out from his hand and tossed it across the table. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, warning and challenging at the same time.

Klaus watched his wound heal and covered up his anger with a feigned, happy smile. "I could kiss the Council for burning up all the vervain in town. They made my life so much easier." He remarked then looked at his sister with a frown. "Rebekah, love, eat your veggies."

"Niklaus, stop belittling her." Ingrid commented in a dull tone.

Rebekah set her utensils down and glared at him. "I'm not eating until you apologize."

"For which indiscretion?" Klaus asked, shrugging his shoulders and glancing at Stefan in amusement. "There have been so many."

"You broke my neck." Rebekah reminded him angrily.

"You threw away Elena's blood so I can't make any more hybrids." He snapped back, holding a fork out in her direction.

"You do not need anymore hyrbids." Ingrid remarked with a small eyeroll and took a sip of her wine.

"Because you took me for granted." Rebekah argued sternly in a loud voice.

"That's what big brothers do, sweetheart!" Klaus pointed out, attempting to justify his actions.

"Let me just name the million other people I'd rather be having dinner with right now." Stefan commented from the other side of the table with his lips pressed into a firm line and an awkward yet annoyed facial expression.

"For once, Stefan, we agree." Ingrid chuckled to herself while gesturing for the compelled woman to fill her glass of wine.

"Alright, fine. I'm sorry. I often forget how delicate you are." Klaus apologized while managing to insult his sister at the same time. "Forgive me?"

Rebekah narrowed her blue eyes and pursed her lips for a moment. "I'll take it under consideration."

Stefan drummed his hands against the table while glancing at them in displeasure. "Okay, good. Now, why don't you tell me about Rebekah's hunter?"

Klaus snapped his fingers while nodding slowly in recollection. "Right, Alexander. Nice chap foregoing the obvious issues. He was looking for creatures of the night which is why we felt quite safe around him wearing our daylight rings." He then began to explain how Alexander had the idea to create a weapon that vampires could survive.

Stefan raised an eyebrow, unimpressed and slightly disappointed. "So, that's what this is about? A weapon."

"Not just any weapon." Rebekah began to explain but Klaus interrupted her.

"Rebekah, love, don't get ahead of the story." He commanded with a smile.

"How is a weapon the answer to all my prayers?" Stefan asked, boredom and confusion peaking through. The Mikaelsons looked at each other but didn't say anything. He sighed in annoyance and rolled his eyes. "Okay. Why don't we just skip with the theatrics and get right to the point?"

"Not quite yet, because in order to find this weapon, we need to solve the puzzle." Klaus explained then sneered slightly in annoyance. "Which seems to have disappeared."

"What puzzle?" Stefan asked in confusion causing Klaus to raise his eyebrows. Stefan then nodded slowly in realisation. "The tattoo. What is it?"

"A map." Ingrid replied in dry tone of voice then finished off her third glass of wine.

"Leading us to its treasure." Klaus added on in a vague manner.

Rebekah scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Fat lot of good a tattoo's gonna do, if we can't see it."

"We can't, but someone else can." Klaus hinted then turned toward the compelled woman with a smirk. "Why don't you tell the hybrid to bring him in, love?" He commanded and she walked out of the room without hesitation. "You see, the hunter was so eager to get to the bottom of his mystery tattoos that he mentioned there was only one other person that can see them."

The hybrid walked back in the room with Jeremy in his grasp. Stefan sped out of his chair toward Jeremy so Klaus rushed passed Stefan and stood between him and Jeremy. "I wouldn't. Lucky for us, young Jeremy here, is a bit of an artist."

"I'm not helping you with anything." Jeremy snarled furiously at him, standing his ground.

The hybrid grabbed Jeremy's hand and snatched his ring off. He tossed it to Klaus, who caught it and held it up for Jeremy to see. "Oh, I'm afraid you are."

Ingrid glanced at Rebekah and both women rolled their eyes at the masculinity swirling in the air around them.

After Jeremy was situated in the torture room with Connor and compelled to draw the tattoo, the vampires sat around the table again to continue their conversation about The Five.

"So, tell me more about this tattoo." Stefan spoke up breaking the silence.

"My sister's suitor was unwilling to tell us anything." Klaus answered in a grumble then turned toward the blonde with a condescending look. "Rebekah, however, was more than willing to investigate. Isn't that right?" He pressed on causing Rebekah to look down, ashamed. "My sister's boyfriend threw a slumber party that night. He and his brothers put us all down in our sleep. Elijah, Kol, Finn, Ingrid, and me."

"How was I supposed to know?" Rebekah snapped harshly after he glanced at her, defending her actions.

Klaus raised his glass in her direction and smirked snobbishly. "Cheers, to my sister's uncanny ability to choose men."

"Niklaus." Ingrid scolded sternly.

"I thought the daggers didn't work on you two because of your werewolf sides." Stefan commented in confusion, pointing to the couple sitting across from him.

The Original hybrids smirked and spoke together in unison. "They don't."

Klaus proceeded to tell the story of how Alexander had attempted to dagger the two hybrids in their sleep but ultimately failed leading them to murder The Five. Alexander had used Rebekah's love for him to get to their family and it was something that Klaus never let her live down.

"So Alexander created the daggers?" Stefan questioned in astonishment. "What about Ingrid's?"

Ingrid sighed heavily and set her glass down on the table. "After that night, Niklaus began to use the daggers as tools of manipulation to keep our family in check when one did not agree with or obey him."

"Ingrid isn't too keen on taking orders from anyone so when she massacred a village and caught my father's attention a few months later--" Rebekah began to explain but was interrupted.

"I saw it fit to do onto her of which I did to Finn. I sought out a witch capable of recreating the spell to create Ingrid's dagger." Klaus explained, pleased with his ability to out smart the members of the Five.

"I think Niklaus fails to realise that what can be done to me, can be done to him." Ingrid stated in a dull whisper and readjusted her utensils while continuing on. "I'm sure you can figure out the rest."

Klaus realized that the conversation had moved away from the topic at hand and turned toward his sister. "Go ahead, Rebekah. Tell him. Tell him what the hunter told you the tattoo leads to." Klaus urged on with a patronizing smile. "What is this great weapon that could bring about the end of the vampire species?"

Rebekah sat up straighter in her chair and worked up the courage to answer. "A cure. He said there was a cure."

"There is no cure for vampirism." Stefan argued, unable to process the fact that there was even the slightest possibility.

"He's telling the truth, Stefan." Rebekah remarked, standing up for her brother

"Then why wouldn't you have searched for it, found it?" He asked them in anger.

"Why would we want to?" Ingrid questioned him back, raising an eyebrow.

"Because when the hunters drew their final breath that night, the marks disappeared from their body, the map was gone, the brotherhood of the Five extinct. For nine hundred years, there was not a whisper of another hunter, until our friend in there showed up in town." Klaus explained simply and began pouring himself another drink.

"Well, now we have the map, what do we do next?" Rebekah asked curiously.

"We don't do anything." Klaus answered causing everyone to frown in confusion. "You can't be trusted, little sister. You'll be blabbing this secret to the first boy who calls you pretty. I mean, it's pathetic, really, isn't it? How she continues to hand her heart to any man who shows her a hint of affection. You'd think she would have learned by now from the endless cycle of disappointment and deception."

"But, I haven't, instead I stayed with you and let you leech every moment of happiness from my life!" She yelled, tears in her eyes. "You know, at least I fared better then Finn." She then turned toward the other two vampires. "Klaus left him daggered because he was tired of his judgment. He daggered Ingrid because he was scared that in the end she would over power him."

"No, Finn was a dullard. He was more interesting lying in a box." Klaus argued sternly, shaking his head.

"He did attempt to kill us all, Rebekah. Out of his coffin for no more than five minutes and he plotted against us." Ingrid added with a pointed expression. "He was better off."

Klaus then dropped his smile slowly as he mumbled his next sentence. "I daggered Ingrid for her own safety. Mikael was after us and I couldn't risk her life."

Rebekah scoffed with a mocking laugh. "Admit it, Nik. Ingrid is stronger than you and you were terrified that she would take your place."

"Rebekah, we needn't go down that path right now." Ingrid remarked calmly, stopping her from getting Klaus riled up again.

Rebekah glared at her brother before realizing something. "You want the cure for Elena, don't you? So you can go back to mass producing your hybrids. That's why you brought Stefan here, because you knew that he'd help you even though he hates your guts! You know what? You can shove your cure." She sneered at him before storming out of the house.

Klaus smirked and turned to face Stefan, who raised an eyebrow. "Well, I hope you got what you wanted out of her before you chased her off."

"She never would have told me what I needed to know. But she'll tell you." Klaus remarked with a knowing expression.

"What do you need me to find out?" Stefan questioned curiously, willing to get what was needed for the cure.

"The map is useless without the tool to decipher it." Klaus vaguely answered.

"The sword." Stefan concluded causing Klaus to nod his head curtly.

"She knows where it is." Klaus responded, taking a sip from his wine. "And you're gonna get her to tell you. You have a chance to save Elena from the very thing that is going to destroy her. You can call it a deal with the devil, if you like. But you know you won't walk away from it."

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