Augustine throws the cigarette on the ground, stepping on it as he walks forward. He had been closely watching the woman sat at a table on a corner in the French Quarter for a little under an hour now. If he wasn't certain before, he was certain after analyzing her that she was a real French Quarter witch from the way she muttered foreign language under her breath and stared at whom he could tell were vampires for a second too long. He takes a seat at her table. "Time for one more reading?" He questions as he takes a seat.

The dark skinned woman immediately looks away from him and begins to quickly pack away her things. "I have nothing to say to you." She spits with hostility lacing her tone.

He crosses his leg over the other pulling out another cigarette. "So I take it you know who I am?" He lightly questions as he lights the stick.

She finally looks him in the eye and she glares with disgust. "I know what you are. What you and your brother are. Half vampire, half beast. You're the original hybrid. The older one."

Augustine leans forward intimidatingly, succeeding as the witch leans away with wide eyes. He blows his smoke in her face. "Let's skip the small talk then. If you know who I am when I haven't stepped foot in this wretched town in over a hundred years then you know why I am here. New Orleans is big but it isn't that big, especially for witches. Where do I find Jane-Anne Deveraux?"

She shakes her head and attempts to hold a straight face but being the perceptive thousand year old hybrid that he is, he notices her hands slightly twitch and her heart rate slightly rise. "I think you're lying to me. If you know of me then you should know that those who lie to me never live to tell the tale."

"Sorry. I don't know." She tells him unapologetically.

He pulls the cigarette from his mouth and ashes it on her arm nonchalantly. She hisses as she rubs the now red skin. "I would bet my left hand that that's a lie. Now witch, you've wasted one minute too much of my time. I am no longer asking."

She sighs looking around at their surroundings skeptically. "Witches don't talk outta school in the Quarter. The vampire won't allow it. Those are the rules. I don't break Marcel's rules."

Augustine leans back in the chair looking slightly amused. "Marcel, you say? Well, I haven't heard that name in what feels like a hundred years. Point me in the direction where I might find him, will you?"

"Theres a bar, called Rousseau's. He spends a lot of time there." She wearily tells him.

Standing up he pulls his wallet out and throws a hundred dollar bill on the table and walks away without another word. Klaus joins his side soon enough. "Marcel." He drawls.

"So he lived after all." Augustine says with no emotion on his face.

"I assume we're going to greet him, it has been a hundred years after all." Klaus smirks. "Do you suppose he's apart of whatever the witches of New Orleans want with you?"

Not looking away from the sidewalks ahead of him he shakes his head. "The witch said they follow the vampire's rules. She was more terrified of him than me."

They pause infront of the bar the witch had said they would find him. Lucky for her they could hear the familiar voice singing from outside.

Klaus opens the door with a mischievous look. "Shall we?"

Augustine watches as he thanks the small audience before hopping off the stage and chugging a glass. He freezes for a moment before turning in their direction at lightening speed. Everyone in the room pauses as if they can physically feel the tension.

"Marcel." Klaus coldly greets.

"Klaus. Augustine. Must be a hundred years since that nasty business with your papa." He cockily responds.

Augustine doesn't move from his spot, no emotion shown on his face as Klaus and Marcel menacingly approach one another.

"The way I recall it, he ran you outta town. Left a trail of dead vampires in his wake."

"And yet here you are alive and well." Augustine gestures casually, eyeing him up and down. About half of a dozen of vampires suddenly stand alert, preparing for an altercation.

"Well, if I'd known you were coming back in town, if I had a heads-up-" Klaus cuts the man off threateningly. "What, Marcel? What would you have done?"

Marcel and Klaus are heavily breathing, nose to nose before Marcel gives them both a beaming smile. "I'd have thrown you a damn parade."

Marcel laughs and pulls Klaus into a long hug. "My mentor, my savior, my sire." He turns to Augustine who had lit another cigarette. "And my childhood caretaker. Still never smile do you?"

Augustine's expression doesn't change one bit.

"Let's get you both a drink." He pulls them over to a small private table along with a few of his vampires. As he pours the both a whiskey he starts talking. "It is good to see you."

"It's good to be home. Although please tell me the current state of Bourbon Street is not your doing." Klaus tells him while Augustine simply observes the mans every move. He was welcoming but not trusting.

Marcel laughs. "Something's gotta draw in the out-of-towners, otherwise we'd all go hungry."

Klaus not so discreetly peeks at the vampires standing against the walls like body guards. "I see your friends are day walkers."

He nods. "Yeah, yeah, I shared the secret of your daylight ring with a few buddies. Just the inner circle, though, the family."

"And how did you get a French Quarter Witch willing to make you these rings?" Augustine questions.

"I got the witches around here wrapped around my finger."

Klaus chuckles. "Is that so? My brother here is looking for a witch by the name of Jane-Anne Deveraux. Has some business with him."

Marcel looks at one of his guys. "You're looking for Jane-Anne? You probably oughta come with me. Ha-ha, showtime!" He grins as he ushers them outside, dozens of vampires following along by rooftop, jumping on cars, causing absolute chaos. Augustine didn't like it one bit.

Marcel whistles with his fingers and the crowd cheers. One vampire brings forward Jane-Anne, whose wrists are bound with rope in front of her. Augustine raises an eyebrow as said woman makes eye contact with him and almost looks relieved even when she is in imminent danger.

"Jane-Anne Deveraux! Give it up for Jane-Anne! Come on, let's hear it! Jane-Anne Deveraux, you have been accused of the practice of witchcraft beyond the bounds of the rules set forth, and enforced, by me. How do you plead?" He looks back at the two brothers. "Was that convincing? I studied law back in the '50s. Hold that thought. Seriously Jane, tick-tock. You know the drill. How do you plead?"

She slightly trembles as she pleads. "I didn't do anything."

The crowd seems to find amusement in this. "Mm, that's a lie. You know it, I know it, and you hate that I know it. It drives you witches crazy that I'm aware of your every move. That you can't do magic in this town without getting caught. So, why don't we just cut to the chase, huh? You tell me what magic you're brewing. I mean, tell me. I'll grant you leniency. Hey, I am, after all, a merciful man."

Jane-Anne looks at him with loathing.

"Rot in hell, monster."

Marcel seems to be finding joy in her answer. "I'll tell you what. I'll give you one more chance..." And yet he doesn't. Unexpectedly, the brothers are forced to watch as he grabs a branch and slices her throat wide open. She immediately begins to gag and falls to the floor as a large pool of blood spills beneath her. "Or not."

Klaus looks furious at his actions and Augustine grabs his arm before he can approach the man. "Keep him busy, i'll look elsewhere."

Before Klaus can respond he speeds away leaving his brother sighing in annoyance knowing he now had to keep the man entertained.

"Come with me." Elijah speaks from beside him, having just appeared next to him on the balcony from where he watched Marcel. He had found out that Jane-Anne had a sister but with Marcel's vampires watching him she refused to speak to him. Klaus soon joins the two.

"We are not going anywhere until we find out who is conspiring against our brother." Klaus adamantly denies.

"I believe I just found that out for you." Elijah turns to Augustine. Augustine side eyes him but follows regardless.

As the three enter the cemetery Klaus looks at Elijah doubtfully. "What are we doing here?"

"I will show you what the witches have in store for our brother." Elijah tells him as if Augustine wasn't right there. Before they enter the mausoleum he gestures for Augustine to put out his cigarette. He raises a brow at his brother but decides not to question it.

"Sophie Deveraux." Augustine mutters as she's the first thing he sees. He knew she had something to do with what her sister was plotting. He was not surprised.

"He's all yours. Proceed." Elijah gestures toward his elder brother.

"You know you're famous in this town? Witches tell bedtime stories about the powerful vampire Augustine. Klaus too. We know Marcel was nothing but an orphan street rat, until you made him what he is. And now he's out of control. He does what he wants, he kills who he wants. I'm gonna stop him, and you're gonna help me." She tries to say confidently but anyone can see the fear in her eyes.

"I'll have you know that I do not take orders from anyone. Least of all French Quarter witches." He plainly tells her and Klaus smiles amused.

"Hear her out." Elijah urges him.

"Elijah." Augustine sighs unamused. "I am not wasting one more second in this town, I am not donating my time to the French Quarter witches because they need help, I am not a charity worker. Why would you entertain this?"

Hayley Marshall enters the room with a shorter woman almost hiding behind her. Augustine narrows his eyes in attempts to hide his surprise but both of his brothers see it. Klaus was unfortunately in the home when he had his one night stand with the wolf.

"August, you should listen to them." Hayley softly says.

Klaus laughs. "I'm sorry. But you think a one night stand means so much to my brother that you can force him to do your bidding?"

Hayley clenches her jaw as Augustine studies her. He knew there had to be more to it. Even French Quarter witches weren't stupid enough to think a woman he knew for days was enough to request such a thing from him.

Sophie looks at both of the hybrids with anger. "Marcel may be able to keep up from practicing real magic in this town, but as keepers of the balance we still know when nature has cooked up something new. For example, I have a special gift...of sensing when a girl is pregnant."

Klaus' face drains of color as Elijah attempts to get a read on his other brother.

"I know it's impossible...Vampires cannot procreate.But werewolves can. Magic made you a vampire, but you were born a werewolf. You're the Original hybrid, the first of your kind, and this pregnancy is one of nature's loopholes." Sophie tells Augustine.

Augustine stares at the witch for a moment before sighing and turning to the wold. He tells her not impolitely. "Darling, do me a favor and tell these witches you've been with someone else so that we can all go home."

She stares at him in disbelief and suddenly the smaller figure that had been seemingly hiding behind her back jumps out and points a finger in his face. "Excuse me! We have been held captive in the freaking back water Bayou for freaking days all because they think my sister is carrying your stupid magical baby! Don't you think she would have said something if it wasn't yours?"

Everyone holds their breath awaiting the man to lash out at the small woman for screaming in his face but he looks towards his two tense brothers and half smiles. "I like this one."

Sophie shakes her head at their antics in such a dire situation. "My sister gave her life to perform the spell she needed to confirm this pregnancy. Because of Jane-Anne's sacrifice, the lives of this girl and her baby are now controlled by us. If you don't help us take down Marcel, so help me, Hayley won't live long enough to see her first maternity dress."

Apparently this is news to everyone else in the room because as Augustine leans against the walls looking bored Hayley and her sister spin towards the woman. "What!"

Elijah steps forward. "Enough of this. If you want Marcel dead, he's dead. I'll do it myself."

"No. We can't, not yet. We have a clear plan that we need to follow, and there are rules." Sophie argues.

Klaus turns toward Sophie full of rage. "How dare you command me, command my fmaily? Threaten us with what you wrongfully perceive to be our brothers weakness. I won't hear anymore lies."

As he storms out Elijah is quick to follow leaving Augustine alone with the three women. His eyes trail down to the wolf's stomach, as he tunes his hearing in he has to hold himself back from reacting to the light thumping.

"Just tell us now if you're going to leave us here to die." The small woman demands, but he can tell by the rapid beating of her own heart she wants anything but that.

"What is your name?" He questions.

"Don't hurt her." Hayley subtly steps in front of her and he moves his eyes to her own. "What is her name?"

"My name is Lucy." She mutters from behind her big sisters form, not wanting her sister to get killed by an original all over her name.

"Sophie Deveroux, my brother will return by tomorrow night with Jane-Anne's deceased body as a token of good faith. In return, I am taking..." He side eyes the younger girl. "Lucy and Hayley."

"No!" Sophie steps in his way bravely. She pricks her finger with her earring and they all looks towards Hayley when she winces. "We will end Hayley's and your unborn childs life if you do not hold out on your end of the deal."

"What the hell." Hayley grunts.

"A linking spell." Augustine drawls out. "How inconvenient."

He steps toward the entrance and both wolfs slightly deflate of the small amount of hope they had of getting out of the witches clutches. He turns around and gestures for the two of them to follow. "You have my word, Elijah will be in touch. Come."

They step out of the crypt and without saying a word Augustine drapes his suit coat over Hayley's shoulders as he notices her shivering from the cold wind. She looks up at him in surprise but he doesn't return her gaze. Staring straight ahead leading them out of the cemetery, leading them to the plantation that would become their temporary home.