"I swear to god, Elijah, if you don't call me back I will shower you with vervain." I hiss into the phone, my heels clicking against the pavement as I walked down the hall from my room.

"I'm not kidding." I added before I ended the voicemail and slid the phone back into my jean pocket.

Last I saw Elijah was this morning when he drive Hayley to the Mansion. I was opening boxes and arranging my room. When I went back down stairs and asked Hayley where he was, she had told me that he had apparently bailed.

I sensed that Klaus probably had something to do with it. So I called him and interrogated him on where my brother was. Although, Klaus didn't give anything away and I was left with unanswered questions.

I turned a corner and walked down the stairs, my hand sliding the handrail. My steps halted on the stairs when my eyes spotted an irritated Rebekah standing at the front door.

"Rebekah."

Rebekah's gaze left Hayley's — who stood beside me on the stairs — and landed on me.

"Why haven't you and Elijah been answering my calls?" she asks, crossing her arms.

"Elijah's not answering your calls too?" I groan, running my hand over my face. "There's something wrong."

"And I bet Niklaus has something to do with it." Rebekah replied, walking further into the house.

"What's up with you and Elijah calling him Niklaus?" I mutter under my breath as I walk past Hayley and follow Rebekah.

"Klaus!" Rebekah calls out, "Get out here and tell me what you've done with our brother, you narcissistic, back-stabbing wanker!"

I sigh with a roll of my eyes as Klaus opens the pair of doors in front of us and enters the room.

"Enough with all the shouting. Little sister, I should have known. I assume the six dead vampires were your doing?"

"They were very rude." Rebekah replied.

"You slaughtered six vampires?" I asked, turning to Rebekah. "Good job, gurl."

Rebekah smiles and high fives me. Klaus rolls his eyes.

"Trying to victimize a poor, innocent girl just trying to find her way to the Quarter." Rebekah continued, "So sorry, were they friends of yours? Oh, that's right, you don't have any friends."

I snorted.

"I do have friends. I have Marcel. You remember him, don't you?" Klaus smirks, "Yes, of course you do. He fancies himself the 'King of the Quarter' now, and he has these rules about killing vampires. It'll be fun to see what sort of punishment he comes up with for you."

"I don't care about Marcel or his rules. Elijah doesn't welch on deals. What did you do to him?"

"Perhaps he's on holiday... or taking a long autumn nap upstairs. Well, go on. Take a look around. You remember this house as well as I." Klaus shrugs, his hands behind his back.

Rebekah laughs dryly, "I remember everything."

"Oh, here we go again." I mutter under my breath.

"I remember how the drunken fool of a governor hid away all of our vampire sins in exchange for gold." Rebekah said, "I remember the lavish parties the governor threw, as if to impress you."

"I remember finding a moment of affection with the governor's son, Emil. And I remember that even Elijah was happy." She turned to me, "Isabella had half the men falling at her feet. She had them all wrapped around her finger."

I smirked to myself at the memory. It was back in New Orleans, yer 1820. I remember how we made a deal with the governor to hide away all our indiscretions in exchange for gold. The governor used to throw parties to impress Klaus.

It was one party that stood out where we were all happy. Elijah fancied himself some women, Rebekah fancied the governor's son, Klaus — like always — had most of the ladies as meals, and I enjoyed the attention I was getting from the men who practically undressed me with their eyes.

But of course someone had to ruin the fun — this someone being Klaus — and threw the governor's son from the balcony. Basically, Rebekah thought he was the one and she wanted to change him into one of us. Yet Klaus pushed him down several stories because he wasn't good for Rebekah.

"Well, he wasn't good enough for you." Klaus said.

"No one was ever good enough for me, Nik, you made sure of that." Rebekah chuckled humorlessly.

"Can we just skip to the part where you tell us where Elijah is?" I asked, sighing.

Klaus's phone starts buzzing. He pulls it out of his pocket and check it. He turns around and moved to leave.

"Where are you going?" Rebekah asks.

"It appears the night is not quite over, yet. I'm off for another drink with Marcel." Klaus answered.

"Elijah told me about your plan to take apart Marcel's empire piece by piece. I don't remember it involving you two drinking New Orleans dry together." Rebekah crossed her arms.

"I know you don't have many friends, Rebekah, but what some friends do when they get together is they drink." Klaus smirks, "And when they drink, they tell secrets. Marcel has somehow found a way to control the entirety of witches in the Quarter, and I aim to uncover the 'how' so I might take it for myself. Finding Elijah didn't make my to-do list today."

"Oh please, don't pretend you had nothing to do with it, Klaus." I scoff.

Klaus only smiles at me and turns to walk to the door, but pauses before he leaves.

"Oh, and welcome home, little sister." he smirks at Rebekah before he shuts the door behind him.

I sigh and stand up from the chair I had sat at during the fight my siblings had. I turned to look at Hayley who sits on the stair's landing above.

"Sorry you had to witness that." I sent her an apologetic smile.

"I've witnessed worse." she shrugged, smiling reassuringly.

"Bella, I'm going to search this house inch by inch until I find what our evil brother has done to our good one." Rebekah turned to Hayley, "You're helping."

"I'm coming too." I followed after them, "Just to observe."

The three of us headed to the spiral stairs that lead to the basement.

"The governor had lots of secret rooms. I'll show you his favorite." Rebekah tells Hayley as we walk down the stairs.

We walk down the hall of many cellars until we enter the one where Klaus keeps the coffins. We stepped into the dusty, cobwebbed cellar room. Rebekah points the flashlight at the coffins as she searches the one for Elijah.

"You think Klaus killed him." Hayley says, looking between my sister and I.

"We can't be killed, silly girl." Rebekah shook her head, "That doesn't stop Klaus from finding ways to torture us. He has a set of mystical silver daggers. One in the heart sends us into a deep slumber. Klaus gets his jollies from keeping us in a box, until he decides to pull the dagger out. That must be what he's done to Elijah."

Rebekah stopped at her coffin, "This one's mine."

"He keeps your coffin on standby." Hayley says incredulously.

"He likes to be prepared for when his family members inevitably disappoint him." Rebekah replies.

"Where's yours?" Hayley asks, turning to me.

"Oh, she doesn't have one." Rebekah answers, "She's Klaus's favorite. He once promised her that he would never lay a hand on her."

"So you're like his pet?"

"No." I scoff, "Klaus just feels like I'm the only one he could trust. I stood by his side all along and I never disappointed him."

"Why? Are you afraid of him?"

"I'm not afraid of anyone, Hayley. I just want to show him that he has someone in his life who loves him. I make him feel wanted and cared for. And for that, he promise to never hurt me."

"So you're like his little precious?"

I chuckled and shook my head.

"Actually, she's like our little precious." Rebekah piped up, "But more on that later."

I bit my bottom lip and studied the coffins. "Elijah's coffin isn't here." I mumbled.

"Klaus he must've stashed him elsewhere." Rebekah sighs.

"I feel sick." Hayley mumbles, grasping her stomach.

"Welcome to the family, love." Rebekah smiles at her sarcastically. "You should've run the second you realized Elijah was gone."

"Yeah, well, the witches have put some sort of hex on me. As long as I'm carrying this baby, I can't leave New Orleans. If I do, they kill me."

"Well, knowing Klaus, he's planning a box for you the second you give birth to whatever's cooking in your tum." Rebekah says and I glare at her. "I'm leaving as soon as I find Elijah. Being daggered in a box for decades sucks, trust me. You'd best find a way to break that hex and run."

Rebekah smiles at her before she walks out of the cellar to continue her search. I watched her disappear before I turned to Hayley.

"Don't listen to her." I said, "You'll be fine. Trust me."

Hayley nods and I smile at her before I turn, around to walk out.

"Bella." I pause and turn to Hayley, "What did she mean by you're their little precious?"

"That's a story for another time." I replied, "I'm kinda busy on the hunt for Elijah."

"Yeah, of course." Hayley nods before I turn around and walk around the corner.

—

"So," I said, "boyfriend?"

"Oh god, no." Camille replied, shaking her head with a laugh.

"Why not?" I asked, sipping my glass of whiskey.

"I'm just not ready, y'know?" she sighs, leaning forward on the bad counter. "I'm still young and I want to live my life."

"That's nice." I reply, smiling slightly.

"What about you?" Camille asks.

"Still single and always have." I muttered.

"How come?" she asks, frowning.

"I haven't found someone who accepts me for me."

"What do you mean? How can not someone accept you? You're beautiful, funny, and an amazing person."

"I'm flattered – really – but it's more complicated than that." I told her, clicking my tongue as I looked down at the counter.

"It's okay. I get the feeling." she sighs sadly.

I nod and look down at my watch. "Well, will you look at that. I have business I better get to." I said, standing up.

"Oh. Okay."

I smiled at Camille, "Thank you so much, Camille. You just made my night so much better."

She smiles, "You're very welcome, Bella."

I wave goodbye as I pull my light brown leather jacket. I pull open the door of the bar and step outside into the cold night air. I sigh and pull my jacket closer to my body by crossing my arms. My heels click against the pavement as I walk down the sidewalk, my strides confident.

The door of a store pushes open and a man walks out. It was too late to stop my legs and I had already bumped into him accidentally.

"Woah. I'm sorry." I mumbled, stepping back from him and adjusting my self.

I looked up at the man but I couldn't see his face. His hoodie covered his face and he was looking down at the ground. His shoulders rose up and down as he took rigid breaths, like he was tying to control his anger.

"Watch where you're going." he growled.

He turned around and began to walk away. My eyes latched on his clenched fists, blood seeping between his fingers. I listened to his heartbeat and his pulse was beating faster than a human's heart.

I smirked.

"I don't know, man. I wonder what the vampires have to say about a little wolfie in the quarter."

The man instantly froze and he turned to me. He growled silently under his breath. He then walked towards me with big and dangerous strides. His hand latched around my arm and he tugged my body harshly as he began dragging me down the street.

I grunted when he turned into an ally and slammed me against the wall.

"Who are you?" he growled, his yellow eyes glowing under his hood.

I sneered, placing my hands on his chest as I pushed him away harshly. He stumbled back but managed to stay steady on his feet.

"Isabella Mikaelson. Nice to meet you." I replied sarcastically.

"I know who you are." he grunted, pulling down his hoodie from over his head.

I couldn't make out his face in the dark alley but only could see the side of his face, where the light was set. His eyes were back to their natural blue ocean eyes. His brown hair tousled like he had ran his fingers through it multiple times. His sharp jaw clenched and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Anger issues, I see." I mumbled, looking down at his hand.

He looked down at his hands and he instantly hid them in his hoodie pockets.

"So what's your name?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"I don't chat with vampires." he growled.

"Wow. Anger issues, hates vampires, lacks manners, breaks the rules, and is a werewolf." I mumble to myself, "Pure definition of Satan's little bitch."

He growled and launched onto me, grabbing me by the neck and slamming me against the pavement.

"One bite and you're dead." he hissed.

"Go one. Bite me and I'll bite your neck off." I sneered, smirking at him.

He took a few breaths as he looked down at the ground, his fingers still grasping my neck. He slowly pulled his hand from my neck and took a step back, his breathing normal.

"Thought so." I muttered, adjusting my leather jacket.

Suddenly, three vampires turned a corner and walked over to us. Their hands clenched into fists and their strides angry.

"Looks like we've got company." I mumbled, standing up straight and turning to face the three vampires.

"He's the werewolf." I said, pointing to the man behind me. "Go one kill him."

Two vampires sped towards the werewolf but I plunged both my hands into each of their chest, grasping their hearts and shoving it out. They both fell limp to the floor, dead.

I threw their hearts to the floor, my eyes feasting on the last vampire who stood in front of me. He sneered and glared at me before he sped towards me, the werewolf long forgotten.

I smirked at the vampire and grabbed his neck, snapping it off his body. The head went flying and slammed against the brick wall of the alley before it fell to the floor and rolled in front of the werewolf's feet.

The werewolf looked up at me with wide eyes as the headless vampire in front of me went limp and fell to the floor, dead.

"You're welcome." I smirked at him, wiping the blood from my hands using one of the dead vampires jackets.

I dropped the jacket on the floor and turned to the werewolf who had a blank stone cold bitch face.

"I suggest you get out of here before the others come at you." I told him, "Tootles." I waved at him before I turned around and walked away from an amused werewolf.

—

I grab a bottle of scotch from the cabinet and shut the door. I take my heels off and sprawl them on the floor. Yawning, I walk over to the back porch.

I pull open the door and step out to the back porch, barefoot. Hayley sits down on the porch steps as she looks out into the sky. I pad over to her and sit down beside her on the steps.

None of us say a word as I unscrew the bottle's cover. I bring the bottle to my lips and pull my head back, gulping down the sour taste of scotch.

"Rough night?" Hayley asks, watching as I wipe the remaining of the drink from my lips using the back of my hand.

"No. Just bored." I shrugged.

She laughs, "Is this what you do when you're bored?"

"No." I chuckle, shaking my head. "Usually my brother, Kol, would always take me out to have fun." I turned to look at her, "He's outgoing, funny, sarcastic, and fun. He taught me how to be carefree and how to have fun."

"Wow. He sounds nice."

I nod, "He's one of my favorites."

"I'm guessing he's in one of the coffins?" she asks.

I nodded with a sigh, taking another gulp from the bottle.

"Kol teamed up with some of the witches so they could cast a spell on one of the daggers so they could work on Klaus. He asked Rebekah to help him but Rebekah ratted him out. So, Klaus dagger him and ever since then we haven't seen him."

"How long has it been?"

"A hundred years."

"What?" she choked.

I chuckled dryly, "Oh, honey, a hundred years is the minimum."

"What's the maximum?"

"A decade."

"How long have you guys been alive?" she asked.

"A thousand years." I answered, taking another gulp from the bottle.

A silence fell over us as Hayley took in the information I shared with her.

"How do you feel about all of this?"

I shrugged, "At first I was horrified. But now I'm used to it."

"Can I ask you a question?" she asks nervously.

"Shoot." I muttered, taking a drink from the bottle.

"What did Rebekah mean when she said that you're their little precious?"

"It's a long story." I told her, turning to look at her.

"I've got time." she replied, shrugging with a smile.

I sighed, biting my lip as I thought about where I should begin with the story. Finally, I decided to start from the beginning.

"When we were all turned into vampires, we were monsters. All we thought about was blood and killing." I began, "But I was the worst one of us all. I was a different person back then. I was a monster. It was like all my feelings and emotions were taken away from me. I didn't know how to love. I didn't know how to care. I didn't know how to control my blood thirst. I didn't know how to have fun. I didn't know how to defend myself. All I did know was to feed. I didn't even feed, Hayley, I killed. I fed on people to death. I blood dried them. Worst part of it all is that...I didn't care. Yet, I wanted more.

That was until my siblings started helping me. While they all had their blood thirst under control, I didn't. They started teaching me on how to become into the person I am today. They all taught me and helped me. Klaus taught me how to defend myself, how to strong and confident, how to make people fear me. Rebekah taught me how to love, to care, and to feel. Elijah taught me how to control myself around blood, how to feed and not kill. Kol taught me how to be carefree, how to have fun."

I sighed, "And every since then I had loved them unconditionally. I owed them for everything they had done to help me. I stood by each of their sides. They treated me like their little princess – or as Rebekah likes to call it – little precious."

"Wow." Hayley blew out a breath, "That's a beautiful story."

I nodded, "It is."

"You really do love them, don't you?" she asked, a faint smile on her lips.

I turned to her, "They're my world, Hayley."

—

It was morning, I was sitting in the living room when Rebekah burst through the door while Klaus walked sown the stairs.

"You were right. The girl, Cami – she's the key. Marcel likes her, and because of that I got to see the secret weapon of his that you've been going on about." Rebekah said, looking at Klaus.

I had instantly jumped up from my seat and rushed over to them.

"Well? Go on. What is it?" I asked curiously.

Rebekah looked at me, "It's not a 'what', it's a 'who'. A girl, Davina. She can't be more than sixteen, and I have never felt power like that."

"A witch." Klaus said.

"She's not just any witch, she's something I've never seen before, something beyond powerful, and now because of you she has Elijah. Who knows what she could do to him."

"Where is she?" Klaus asks.

Rebekah stops to think before her expression turns into one of confounded.

"That clever bitch. I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" I asked incredulously.

"She wiped my memory of the location." she exclaimed, "Marcel possesses a weapon bigger and more powerful than an Original, and you handed our brother to him! How many times will Elijah forgive you? How long until his hope for your redemption finally dies?"

"I did what I had to do! Marcel took our home!" Klaus exclaimed.

"And our home is worthless without family. I am finding Elijah – whatever it takes." she asks, "Are you going to help me?"

"Whatever it takes." Klaus mumbles.

Rebekah and Klaus both turned to look at me with questioning looks. I had a small smile on my face since it was the first time in a long time since Klaus and Rebekah ever agreed on something.

I nodded, "Whatever it takes."

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