AN: *Laughs nervously* You're going to hate me by the end of this. This is the end everyone, I'm literally shaking. The sequel is under way, and I'll post a chapter when that's up. *Takes a deep breath* Enjoy!

Pluto And Proserpina

In which what was lost is returned

Adriana gently sipped at her hot chocolate, surveying the two Mikaelson siblings with mild intrest.

"New Orleans?" Rebekah scoffed lightly. "What the hell is Klaus doing there?"

"Evidently there are witches conspiring against him." Elijah informed, a knowing look on his face. "So, knowing our brother, this was a mission to silence and slaughter."

"Let's be honest with ourselves here, Elijah." Adriana drawled out, leaning against the wall. "This is Klaus we're talking about, when isn't it a slaughter mission?"

"Well, the French Quarter witches are not a lot to be trifled with." Rebekah reminded, smiling and asking a sip of her drink. "You don't suppose they've found a way to kill him once and for all, do you?"

"Rebekah, in the name of this family, you might try to dial down your glee." Elijah said, his voice bordering on frustration.

"What family?" Rebekah asked rhetorically. "We're three distrustful acquaintances who happen to share a bloodline, and a woman who got dragged into it all. I, for one, hope they've found a way to make that traitorous bastard rot."

"Rebekah." Adriana warned, putting down her mug and crossing her arms.

"It's the truth." Rebekah defended, taking another sip of her drink. "Where are you going?"

"To find out who's making a move against our brother." Elijah explained, walking towards the door. "And then I'll either stop them; or I'll help them, depending on my mood. Come on, Adriana."

"Do we have to?" Adriana groaned, pushing herself off the wall and following Elijah. "I really don't want to."

"Yes." Elijah said, both of them climbing into the care. "You wanted something to do, didn't you?"

"My idea of fun was slaughtering this whole town." Adriana grumbled, leaning back into the leather seat. "Are you sure we can't do that instead?"

"I'm pretty sure, Adriana."

"What a shame."

"Don't act cute, Adriana, we both know you aren't." Elijah growled lightly, the tension sky rocketing.

"Oh, honey." Adriana breathed out. "I'm not cute, I'm down right evil."

Adriana remembered New Orleans vividly, the busy city night life, the music, the smell. Everything, she had memorised. It was odd being back, all these years later, to see all these modern day people scurrying around a city she had helped create.

"You know," Adriana spoke, looking up at the dark sky. "I still want to kill you. Just thought I'd let you know."

"Be quiet, Adriana." Elijah said, raising his hand and looking around.

"Good Gods." Adriana mumbled, rolling her eyes. "Are we seriously on that again?"

"Oh, for heavens sake, shut up."

"I hate you too, dear virum of mine."

"Adriana, my lovely kván, for the last time: do be quiet."

It wasn't hard to locate Sophie Deveraux. She was in a back alley being cornered by a vampire.

Adriana gabbed hold of him, and shoved him to Elijah, her movements so fast that the normal human eye couldn't follow. Elijah threw the vampire into the wall, easily finding a stake and shoving into his heart.

The whole thing lasted under three seconds.

"I'm Elijah. You heard of me?" Elijah asked, casually straightening his suit.

"Yes." Sophie nodded frantically, clearly extremely nervous.

"And, I'm Adriana." Adriana introduced herself, appearing mere centimeteres away from her. "Ignore him, he loves to show off."

"So," Elijah started, ignoring Adriana's comment. "Why don't you tell me what business your family has with my brother?"

Adriana stepped back, her head tilted to the side examining the woman up and down.

"Go on, sugar. What you got to hide?"

Some time later, Adriana sat in the cemetery. Staring down Sophie with a small pout on her face, while tapping a small, rhythmic beat on the dirt floor.

"Come on, Elijah." She whispered under her breath. "I'm five seconds away from killing this chick."

"Calm down, Adriana." Elijah stated, appearing in the mausoleum as if on cue. "We're not killing anyone."

"Sophie Deveraux. What is this?" Klaus asked, following Elijah in.

"He's all yours. Proceed." Elijah said, walking to stand next to Adriana. The Italian slowly standing up, scanning the two in a childish sense of excitement.

"You know you're famous in this town? Witches tell bedtime stories about the powerful vampire Klaus." Adriana scoffed at this. Muttering something about Klaus' ego. "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."

"This is why you brought me here?" Klaus smiled, obviously amused.

"Hear her out."

"You won't want to miss this." Adriana smirked, obviously finding the humour in the entire situation. "Trust me."

"I don't need to hear her out." Klaus said. "I assure you, love, there is not a thing on this earth that will matter enough for me to waste even thirty more seconds of my time. Elijah, what madness is this?"

The wolf girl entered then with several others, Adriana hadn't cared to learn her name.

"Klaus. You need to listen to them." She begged him, rather pathetically really.

"You're all out of your minds if you think some liquor-fueled, one-night stand, no offense sweetheart means a thing to me." Klaus laughed.

"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." Sophie explained, obviously having full faith in her cause.

"What?" Klaus hissed, all amusement leaving his face.

"I know it's impossible..." Wolf girl trailed off, the tension slowly rising.

"What are you saying?" Klaus eventually growled out.

"Niklaus, the girl is carrying your child." Elijah deadpanned, the tension in the cemetery sky rocketed.

Adriana couldn't help it, all eyes turned to her as she doubled over laughing, the soft sound bouncing off the stone walls.

"Am I the only one finding this funny?" She asked with short breath, still snickering lightly.

"Yes." Elijah answered flatly.

"You lot are no fun." She breathed, making her laughter slowly recede to soft, almost unheard, snickers.

"No." Klaus denied, fully turning to Sophie. "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."

"You've been with someone else, admit it!" Klaus shouted, turning to the wolf girl.

"Hey, I've spent days held captive in a freaking alligator bayou because they think that I'm carrying some magical miracle baby." The wolf said, annoyed. "Don't you think I would've fessed up if it wasn't yours?"

"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." Sopjie said, raising her head high. "If you don't help us take down Marcel, so help me, Hayley won't live long enough to see her first maternity dress."

"Wait, what?" The wolf snapped, her mouth open in shock.

"You see, Elijah." Adriana breathed out, rolling her eyes. "This is why we don't trust witches."

"Enough of this." Elijah snapped to Sophie, stepping slightly infront of Adriana."If you want Marcel dead, he's dead. I'll do it myself."

Adriana's head snapped up at the name, her deep brown eyes narrowing with undisguised suspicion.

Someone wasn't telling her something, and Adriana hated being left in the dark.

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

"How dare you command me." Klaus said, his voice gradually growing louder. "Threaten me, with what you wrongfully perceive to be my weaknesses. I won't hear any more lies."

"Niklaus. Listen." Elijah protested when Klaus turned to leave.

Klaus paused, staring at Hayley for several moments before turning back to Sophie.

"Kill her and the baby. What do I care?" He said, turning around and walking away.

"I take it back." Adriana said to Elijah, loud enough so the whole room could hear them. "This is the most fun I've had in decades."

"Stay here, Adriana." Elijah commanded, swiftly following his brother. "Don't move."

Adriana's smiling face immediately transformed into a dark sneer the moment he left.

"Oh, little warrior." She purred darkly, tilting her head slightly. "You don't know me at all, do you?"

With those simple words, she dissappeared from the cemetery, having no mind for Wolfie or Sophie.

Hey, that rhymed!

Adriana reached Klaus just a short while after Elijah made his 'family is power' speech.

"Niklaus." Her slightly accented voice appeared behind him, mikaing Klaus freeze. "Come with me."

Adriana strolled past him, her heels clicking on the concrete and her head held high. She oozed out sheer confidence.

"Do you remember my story, Niklaus?" She asked, once they had walked in silence for several minutes. "I had a daughter once, I was shamed by the village and shunned by my peers. But I didn't care, because if I knew one thing it was that I loved my daughter."

"Get on with it, Adri." Klaus snapped, casting a dark look at the woman. "I have no time for your drivel."

"Witches took away my daughter." Adriana replied calmly, her stern gaze not even withering. "And, Niklaus, as a parent I can tell you this. The worse feeling in the world is loosing your child, wether you love them or not. And if your not going to do it for yourself, do it for your brother. For the rotting remains of this family."

She turned sharply on her heel, leaving him there without another word.

Adriana awoke to darkness. Cold and sharp.

The cries of a child rang in her ears, making the chains around her wrist clang together as she scrambled up. She knew that voice.

"Cienna?" She cried into the darkness, pulling hopelessly at the chains. "Cienna, sweetheart? Where are you?"

The reply was quick and shrill: "Mama? Mama!"

Adriana could only stared dry mouthed at the tall, slender, blonde woman that advanced on her. Holding a struggling Cienna in her arms.

"Let go of my daughter." She said to the woman, her voice low and dangerous. "Now."

"Not so fast, Adriana Mafiay." The blonde said coldly, holding Cienna to her tightly. "By command of the ancestors, you and your daughter must be seperated."

"I don't care who has said what." Adriana growled, tugging at the chains. "Give me my daughter."

"I'm afraid that's not an option." The other woman said, calm and collected. "You're daughter is too powerful Adriana Mafiay, and you shouldn't even be alive."

"What are you going on about?" Adriana shrieked, glaring daggers at the woman. "Just give me my baby."

"As I've said before, not an option." The blonde said calmly. "Girls."

Two women came up behind Adriana, holding her thrashing form back, while the other held out Adriana's arm.

Adriana flinched when a sharp, ceremonial knife cut across her arm, easily drawing blood.

The blonde woman from before smiled with no emotion, dipping her slender fingers into Adriana's pooling blood.

"Thank you so much for your sacrifice." She said politely, smearing the blood over the unconscious form of Cienna. "It is much appreciated."

"No. No!" Adriana screamed, trying to fight the two women. "My baby! What are you doing to my baby? Give her back! Please!"

It made no difference, Adriana never once saw her daughter after that. A sharp pain forced her to clack out, when she awoke, she was back in her tiny hut, no sign of Cienna anywhere.

"Are you going to give me another pep talk on the joys of fatherhood?" Klaus asked them as they approached him, Elijah sitting on the bench beside him.

"We've said all we have needed to say." Elijah said.

"I forgot how much I liked this town." Klaus said under his breath, even though they could hear him clearly.

"We didn't." Adriana spoke quietly, staring up at the city around them.

"All the centuries we've spent together, and yet I can count on one hand the number of times that our family has been truly happy." Elijah said, shaking his head lightly. "I hated leaving here."

"As did I." Klaus agreed.

"What is on your mind, brother?"

"For a thousand years, I lived in fear." Klaus started, leaning forward. "Any time I settled anywhere, our father would hunt me down and; chase me off. He made me feel powerless, and I hated it. This town was my home once, and in my absence, Marcel has gotten everything that I ever wanted. Power, loyalty, family. I made him in my image and he has bettered me. I want what he has. I want to be king."

Adriana drew her eyes away from the city, exchanging a worried look with Elijah.

"And what of Hayley and the baby?"

"Every king needs an heir." Klaus smiled, getting off the bench and walking away.

"Did he seriously just say that?" Adriana asked, a look of pure confusion on her face.

"I think he did." Elijah nodded, almost as confused as her.

"And who is this Marcel? The only Marcel I know has been dead for over century. Who is this impersonater, and how can I kill him?" Adriana stated, her voice taking on a dark shade of suspicion.

"Don't worry about it Adriana." Elijah muttered, straightening the edges of his suit.

The next day, Adriana and Elijah stood in the cemetery with Sophie.

"So, how do you propose this will work?" Elijah asked.

"Your brother needs to cement his place in Marcel's world." Sophie answered. "His inner circle, the daywalkers- that's where we begin. They're his friends, his family. We'll be hitting him where it hurts."

"Elijah." Adriana spoke up. "We need to go."

"We'll see you soon Sophie." Elijah said to the woman, bowing his head slightly. "Come on, Adriana."

"Yes sir." Adriana muttered sarcastically, following after Elijah. "Right away sir."

Adriana leaned against Elijah's car, her arms crossed and eyes narrowed, deep in thought.

Which was probably why she was caught by mild surprise.

"Hello, Adriana." Katherine spat, pushing them both out of sight.

"Katerina." Adriana scowled, raising a hand to touch the healing cut on her cheek. "It's lovely to see your pathetic face again."

"Who are you, Adriana?" Katerina hissed, advancing on her with a stride. "Five hundred years later, and I still don't know. What makes you so special to the Mikaelsons."

Adriana blocked the punch Katerina flew at her, easily pushing her down to the ground.

"Me? I'm just Adriana." Adriana replied casually, placing a heeled foot and Katerinas stomach to keep her down.

"You are nothing." Katerina growled, trying, and failing, to get up. "He will always pick family over you."

Adriana just sighed, as if she was dealing with a spoilt child.

"Over nine hundred years." She muttered, clicking her tongue in thought. "Over nine hundred years, and there is still one thing everyone forgets. I am family bitch! Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

"Adriana." Elijah's sharp voice cut her off from saying anymore. "Leave her."

She didn't move, glaring down at Katerina with decades of with hold resentment.

"Now, Adriana."

Adriana reluctantly took her foot off Katerina with a hiss, but not before applying enough pressure to break several of her ribs.

"Go on then." She hissed to Elijah, raising her head and her hands forming fists. "Comfort your mistress, I don't even care anymore."

Katerina stumbled up, watching Adriana's retreating back. Flinching from the pain in her ribs.

"You shouldn't be here." Elijah said, not even worried for Katerinas state. "Adriana is already rather upset with me."

"She doesn't deserve you, Elijah." Katerina pleaded, desperately wanting him to come with her. "She's insane, and yet you keep her around. She's eventually going to drag you down to her level. And, Elijah," she gently placed a hand on his cheek, looking up at him pleadingly. "I don't want that for you."

"And, that is what you don't understand Katerina." Elijah stated, stepping away from her. "How you see Adriana, and how I know her, are completely different. I look after Adriana, because I made a vow too. I promised that, whatever happens, I would look after her."

Katerina's lips thinned drastically, her voice easily giving away her frustration.

"So, even after all this time, it's still Adriana. You still view her as a porcelain doll, shattering into a million pieces if you let her go." She sighed reluctantly, reaching into her jacket and bringing out a tiny, worn, leather sack. "Here. I wanted to give this back. Thinking, maybe, you could come with me if you saw it. But I guess not."

She stretched her arm out, letting Elijah take it from her.

"Goodbye Elijah." She whimpered, her arm dropping to her side.

Elijah was silent, saying nothing as she turned around and left.

It was cold, quiet and cold. The tension skyrocketing when the small rustling of leaves sounded, and Adriana stepped out of the shadows.

Her heels clicked as she walked towards him, her head was held high, but her hands still shook.

"And yet you still betray me." She sneered, stopping several feet away from him. "Even after everything."

"And yet you still don't trust me?" Elijah asked, a small smile on his face when he handed her the leather package. "Your lack of faith in me is almost offending."

She snatched the package off him with a huff, easily undoing the worn thread.

And then she stopped.

She froze completely, her lips slightly parted.

The bag unfurled on her hand like a blossoming flower, revealing two golden rings to the day. One was larger than the other, obviously masculine. The other, tiny and feminine. They were simple, the same words carved into them in two different languages.

"Ready stop denying it yet?" Elijah asked softly, closing the space between them and picking up the bigger ring.

Adriana was visibly shaking, her breath shook, and her fingers trembled as she picked up the smaller ring, letting the leather drop to the ground.

She breathed something inaudible, never taking her eyes of the ring.

Elijah caught her left wrist bringing up slowly, letting her catch a glimpse of the ring.

Fourth finger, left hand.

He easily pried the ring out of her fingers, sliding the ring onto the fourth finger of her left hand.

"This does not mean I forgive you." She said shakily, her whole body trembling.

Hades and Persephone. Pluto and Proserpina. Elijah and Adriana.

"I know." Elijah said quietly, gently dropping her wrist.

"Does this mean we can kill her now?" She said, straightening her back and regaining her posture.

"No." He replied, shaking his head with a smile. "Let her run."

"You're no fun, dear husband of mine." She smiled at him, starting to walk to the car.

"I'm plenty of fun, my lovely wife." Elijah grinned, using his speed to appear infront of her. "You love me, don't you?"

"You're an idiot." Adriana deadpanned, pulling a 'I'm not impressed' face and stepping around him.

"We've been married for eight hundred years." He reminded her, quickly catching up to her pace.

"Why aren't we divorced?" She muttered, her eyebrows knitting together. "We really should get divorced."

"I think it's blood binding." Elijah answered, offering his arm to her.

"I told you that was a bad idea." Adriana mumbled, slipping her arm into his.

You could see it faintly, the inscriptions on their rings.

Adrianas was in Latin, Elijah's was in Old Norse. It said the same thing though: Always and Forever.

...

Many people questioned what they were, how they got to where they were at.

It's simple really, they're married. They hate each other, and yet they love each other.

Without Elijah there is no Adriana, and without Adriana there is no Elijah. Not truly.

They're two sides of the same coin. Where one goes, the other shall eventually follow.

You think you know everything?

No you don't. No one does.