Peter went to the Mikaelson home the next morning feeling good. It was as if he and Elijah had promised to see each other again, as soon as possible, whenever possible. He didn't even think about his meeting with Klaus being a bad thing in any way; what could Klaus have to say to him that could ruin his good mood? 

 As soon as Peter stepped into the courtyard, Klaus made his appearance, which told him that Klaus must have been waiting for him to show up. 

 "Good morning, Peter," Klaus greeted him in a pleasant tone. "I'm very happy you were willing to come so early in the day." 

 "Of course. You made it all sound pretty important," said Peter. 

 "Ah, yes, it may be. Come sit in the main parlor with me." 

 Peter followed Klaus there and the two vampires sat down together, in two chairs facing each other. 

 "When you first came to New Orleans," Klaus began, "There was something about you that I liked. That's why I befriended you. Now, I hope you're not regretting having me as a friend, are you?" 

 "Oh, no," Peter answered quickly. "I like our friendship. You were my first friend when I got here, and my only proper friend so far. You see, I'm not very sociable myself, and I'm not too good with making friends." 

 "Ah, I see. Well, that's understandable. Some people simply have a more difficult time with making friends. I doubt you are the problem. But I would like to learn a little more about you, Peter," Klaus continued, changing the subject. "I've realized that you haven't told me much about your life. Nothing bad lurking there, I hope?" 

 "Bad?" Peter repeated. "No. No, I don't think so." 

 "Hmm." Klaus nodded. "I noticed that you seemed to know who I was when I first introduced myself to you." 

 "Well, yes, of course I did. I'd heard of you and your family, of course." 

 "Oh, yes? From whom did you hear about me? I'm sure they had plenty of bad things to say, whoever they were." 

 "Yes." Peter slowly turned his gaze away. "They did. I wasn't...I wasn't going to say anything about this-" 

 Klaus raised his eyebrows. "About what?" 

 "The Strix. I know them." 

 Now Klaus' brow furrowed. "The Strix?" he repeated. "Mikael killed them all centuries ago. How could you have known them?" 

 "They weren't all murdered," Peter explained. "One survived, Aya, and the group was taken over by Tristan de Martel. He claims he was the first of your brother Elijah's sireline, but I don't know if it's true or not." 

 Klaus scowled. "Tristan de Martel. Unfortunately, that is true. Well, how did you get yourself involved with these people?" 

 "Well, it was my own fault, you see. I was alone at the time. I met members of the Strix, and I wanted to be one of them. I wanted to be apart of a group like that." Peter sighed. "It didn't exactly work out. They're horrible, and they aren't a group you could be proud to call yourself apart of unless you were completely mad. Eventually, I realized all this and left. That was how I found myself in New Orleans. And when I met you and made friends with you, I thought perhaps I would stay. I thought about telling your brother about the Strix when I met him-" 

 "No," Klaus snapped. "I think it's better that Elijah doesn't know about this. Well, it sounds as if you did the smartest thing you could have done for yourself. Now, you aren't a spy for Tristan, are you?" 

 "Of course not! I doubt he even knows either of us are here." 

 "All right, then." Klaus leaned forward in his seat. "How would you like to be a spy for me?" 

 "A...spy? Why?" 

 "Because, Peter, I am Klaus Mikaelson, and I have made myself many enemies throughout my years. Suppose one of them was lurking around the French Quarter, looking for a way to harm me or one of my siblings." 

 "Or if Mikael somehow found you," Peter finished for him. "You want me to spy on everyone in the French Quarter?" 

 "No, not every single soul. What you can do is simply keep your eyes and ears open. If you see or hear anything suspicious in any way, bring it to me at once. Now, you understand what I mean, don't you?" 

 "Yes, I do," Peter answered. "I-I'll try." 

 Klaus smiled. "Good. I'm glad you agree. Perhaps you'll stay a while?" 

 "Um, no, I-I was thinking of taking a walk around the Quarter, or perhaps just going home," Peter said hastily. "And I'm sure you're a busy man." 

 "I tend to be. Very well, Peter. I will see you soon. And remember to come to me at once if anything." 

 Once they had exchanged goodbyes, Peter walked briskly away from that place. A spy? What kind of spy was he going to be? But then again, he couldn't exactly say no to Klaus, could he?