The Originals, E. 1x04: "Girl In New Orleans"

Klaus opened his eyes to see the covers of the bed were strewn about, and he looked beside him to see his wife sleeping peacefully, her arm slung across his torso.

He grinned to himself, feeling a shred of happiness as he picked her arm up, careful not to wake her, kissed the back of her hand and got out of the bed.

Once he was dressed, he made his way downstairs and Rebekah greeted him.

"So did you compel her to drop her knickers for you out of spite or is she just that desperate for your forgiveness?" She asked him and he stopped walking and looked at her.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said it, trying not to smirk.

"I wasn't born yesterday, Nik. I know the difference between sleeping and sex. You two are now sharing a bed. And you're known to go at it like rabbits with not a care in the world concerning who hears you. Wouldn't surprise me if all of New Orleans heard you...well, her, at least." She gave him a sarcastic smile and he put his hands behind his back and raised his brows.

"You will be intrigued to know that I did not have to compel her to get into bed with me." He told her and she cocked her head at him. "Matter of fact, the only thing I did have to compel her to do, after she begged me to do so, was to stop ignoring how she felt about me and the sire bond obviously came back with her loyal devotion and heart warming dedication to her husband."

"You didn't." Rebekah hissed at him.

"I didn't necessarily want to, Bekah. She was crying and begging and though I am very, very, immune to mercy or pity...I'm not heartless. I didn't enjoy seeing my dear Vafara in such pain from having to see me every single day and being so close, yet having no desire to act on her emotions because she couldn't help but suppress them."

"It's not her bloody emotions that are keeping her tethered to you it's that bond and you know it!"

"Actually," Hayley started and they both looked at her. "She was telling me about all of the crazy shit she did with Klaus in her first few hundred years as a vampire. She said the bond doesn't affect how someone feels, just how they act. And Elijah talks a lot about her in his journals, trying to find a way to break her bond with Klaus. He asked Celeste, that witch he had a thing for a couple hundred years ago, and she told him a sire bond between vampires is only formed when the human the vampire turns has a very strong emotional attachment to them. Not trying to defend Klaus at all, but she had to be in love with Klaus before he turned her." Hayley explained and Rebekah looked at Klaus who continued looking at the wolf.

"Thank you, Hayley." He motioned to her. "See, sister, I'm not completely retched. The girl already loved me. I just happened to cement that love into eternity...and we didn't do anything last night. It would've been quite selfish of me to tire her out more being that she's already exhausted after fighting with Marcellus for the last one hundred years."

Rebekah scowled and cut her eyes at him.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a sleeping beauty to go wake up." He grinned as he left them.

Vafara was staring at the ceiling when she heard Klaus coming into the bed room. She sat up, watching as he came in.

"Good morning." He said smoothly and she smiled.

"Good morning." She replied softly. "I actually slept through the night without needing alcohol to do so." She looked around. "What Time is it?"

"Only 9 o'clock, love." He informed her.

"I should get up, then, shouldn't I?"

"We have plenty to do today. I suggest you do so." He sat on the edge of the bed and she nodded.

"Right." She pulled the sheet back and got out of the bed, rushing to her room to get out of the satin night gown she was in. When she was dressed, she walked to the kitchen, seeing Rebekah and Hayley talking.

"So I take it you won't be drinking our bourbon dry anymore?" Rebekah asked her and she gave her a tight smile.

"Nope."

"Now we just have to sound proof the bloody walls." She added and Vafara snapped a look at the blonde.

"It's better than us having a screaming match and throwing things at each other." Fara stated. "We did that quite a lot, back then, too."

"I suggest you hold out on doing any of that until Elijah returns. He was the only one who could stop those fights."

"Well!" Klaus piped, causing the three girls to jump. "I have a busy day, as do the three of you. Vafara, Cami is coming over in a bit."

"What?"

"You shouldn't have given her, her feelings back until after you were done with the plain-Jane Bartender." Rebekah told her brother and he glared at her.

"I have no interest in Camille, Fara. I'm simply using her to get to Marcel. Which is why I need her alive. Which is also why you will behave yourself. Do you understand?"

"Fine. But while you talk to her, I need to go to Marcel's compound and retrieve the rest of my things from Louis."

"No way in hell." Klaus argues and she stomped her foot.

"It'll be quick. Besides, they're usually all out and about by this time. Please, Niklaus." She begged.

He sighed, looking down, before shaking his head and looking back at her.

"Alright. If anyone touches you, end them." He told her half-way sarcastic. She grinned and kissed him before turning to leave.

"You two are already disgusting again." Rebekah sighed and Klaus chuckled.

•. •. •.

"Over the course of my life, I've encountered no shortage of those who would presume to speak of good and evil. Such terms mean nothing. People do what is in there best interest regardless of who gets hurt. Is it evil to take what one wants? To satisfy hunger even if doing so wi cause another suffering what some would call evil I believe to be a appropriate response to a harsh and unfair world." Klaus stared at a painting as Camille stood behind him, leaning against the door frame of his study.

"No offense but I'm not following exactly why you invited me here." She tells him and he turns to face her.

"Because I enjoy your company. And I feel like you have the capacity to understand someone of my complexity." He explains to her. "You see, I returned to New Orleans to investigate a threat posed against me." He walked to her slowly. "What I found was a young woman, pregnant, in need of protection. My brother, always the do-gooder, tried to manipulate me into helping her." He started pacing and she watched, listening. "He thinks it might redeem me. Trouble is, I've heard of another young woman, a girl really, one of best potential. Held in captivity by a tyrant. I want to protect both of these women." Klaus stopped walking. "So, tell me, Cami. Does that sound evil to you?" He asked, holding his hands together behind his back as he walked to her again.

"I don't believe in evil as a diagnosis. I think you have unstable personal relationships, stress related paranoia, chronic anger issues, fear of abandonment. I think you could benefit from talking with someone, professionally." She nodded as she spoke. "I think I prefer to talk to you." He grinned, walking over to pour himself a drink before he sat down at his desk. "So I'm going to offer you a job as my stenographer."

"Okay, what are we writing?" She asked him.

"My memoirs, of course." He shrugged. "Someone should know my story. And it will give us plenty of time to mention some other subjects. Like your handsome suitor, Marcel."

"Excuse me, my private life is—"

"Your private life, as it turns out, is essential to my plans." He interrupts her. "You see, Marcel wants you, and because of that he trusts you, which serves me. The thing is the French Quarter is on the verge of war." He stands, walking back to the room of his paintings. "On the one side, there's me, and the other, Marcel. Who has a very powerful witch and an army of vampires."

"What?!" Cami asked, confused.

Klaus rushes to her, pushing her against a wall.

"You're frightened." He said, looking her in the eyes. "Don't be."

Immediately, Cami's fear left her and she stared at him, amazed.

"I'm not scared anymore. That's amazing, how did you—"

"It's called compulsion." Klaus told her. "It's a neat bit of vampire trickery. I'll tell you all about it. But first, let's talk about Marcel."

•. •. •.

"I told you Agnes. I feel great." Hayley explained to the older witch as she sat on the couch and flipped through a book, later that morning.

"You are overdue for a checkup." The woman argued with her politely.

"What am I gonna go? Just pop into the Quarter for a quick ultrasound? A pregnant werewolf escorted by a witch? Nothing to see here." Hayley said sarcastically and Rebekah rolled her eyes from where she sat at a desk in the corner, typing on Hayley's computer.

"A lot of women would kill you have a child. Strikes me as odd that you're not taking better care of yours." The youngest Mikaelson said harshly and Hayley gave her a glare.

"I know a doctor out in the bayou. Off the beaten path. I took the liberty of making an appointment for tonight. After hours, just us. Vampires will never catch word of it." Agnes assured her and she thought a moment.

"Okay, Fine." She shut the book. "Bayou baby doctor it is."

The two got up and left, just as Klaus walked into the room.

"Please, sister, do tell me you're not still at it with the internet search. How does one start one anyway? Just type in 'anonymous attic'?" He teased, pouring himself a drink.

"Someone has to find Elijah." She told him. "Even if I have to search every bloody attic in New Orleans."

"Like looking for a needle in a rather large pile of needles." He brought the drink to his lips.

"I remember details about the attic Marcel took me to. There were shutters on the window behind Elijah's coffin."

"Well, That should narrow it down immensely." He replied sarcastically. "I myself prefer actual strategy as opposed to mind numbing labor." He walked over to a chair in front of her and sat down. "Marcel's delay in returning our brother makes me suspect he's no longer in charge of the situation. If the Davina's trust in Marcel is strained, perhaps the little witch will be opened to starting a new alliance."

"As usual your power grabs are more important than rescuing your brother."

"I prefer to think of it as killing two birds with one stone—rob Marcel of his secret weapon, bring our brother home." He smirked.

•. •. •.

Vafara made her way into the compound, seeing it was empty, and headed to hers and Louis' old bedroom.

She started digging through the drawers and grabbed her bible she'd had with her since she arrived in New Orleans, and grabbed the box of her journals from beside the nightstand and put her bible on top of it.

She turned to go with the large box in hand, and was caught off guard by Tommy.

"What are you doing here?" He asked her.

"I came to get the rest of my things." She looked down at the box and he walked to her slowly.

Tommy was one of Marcel's inner circle people. He was turned in 2004, and he was nice for the most part, but he could be mean.

"Louis said you're not suppose to be here."

Vafara looked from left to right at the man's words and then furrowed her brows.

"And why not?" She asked him.

"You think we're all dumb or something? He told us about you and Klaus."

"Oh my gosh. You mean...he told you something that Marcel already knows about?" She faked being shocked before rolling her eyes. "I just came for my things. Bye now."

She tried to walk past him but he blocked her way.

"I can't let you leave until Marcel gets back so he can decide what to do with you."

"Let. Me. Leave. Tommy. I don't have time for this." She demanded, setting the box on the bed and crossing her arms.

"Shut up." He hissed at her.

"I'm going to tell you one more time and then I'm hurting you. Let me lea—"

Her head swung to the side as a harsh slap sent her off balance.

"You lost your authority over me when you left us for them." Tommy growled at her.

"I am tired of people taking advantage of my patience." She said and he balled his fists.

"I told you to—" she cut him off, grabbing his tongue without hesitating to rip it out. Before he could cry out because of the pain, she snapped his neck, and ripped his heart from his chest before his body hit the floor.

Guilt hit her immediately and she looked down at the body, gasping.

"What have you done?" She whispered.

—

1492

England

"What have you done?" Elijah asked shakily as he stared at Vafara. Blood ran down her chin, dripping onto her dress as she stared at Elijah, taking heavy breaths.

"I was hungry. Niklaus told me to eat with no remorse." She explained, walking closer to him.

"And where is my brother?"

"Right here." Klaus appeared from the tree line.

"Are you out of your mind?" Elijah hissed, walking to him. "She's only a girl, Niklaus, you can't...you had no right to do this to her."

"I don't see why not." Klaus shrugged. "She also pledged to chastity and serving in her religion the rest of her life and I sent that plan to hell, too." He smiled proudly and his older brother rolled his jaw.

"You ruined her!"

"I made her better, Brother. My equal."

"Just to spite me for allowing Katerina to escape? You punish her for my mistake?!"

"I punish her for her own place in Katerina's disappearance. Not everything is about you, Elijah." He grinned evilly, walking past his brother to Vafara. "Besides," he looked back at him. "It's no longer a punishment. She's enjoying herself." He smirked and Vafara smiled up at Klaus. "C'mon, Love. Let's get you cleaned up." He threw an arm around Vafara and led her away from Elijah.

—

Marcel made his way through the busy street as his vampires followed.

"Busy event tonight; Lot of people drinking, lot of eyes watching, I don't want any trouble. Which means no witches. Send word through the cauldron, any witches come here, we kill them. While we're at it, no Originals. I don't like how Rebekah's been snooping around. I got my girl Cami coming, her and a little friend of hers. I want eyes on them at all times, eyes only. Alright? I don't want anyone going anywhere near either of them. Everybody's got a post, everybody keeps an eye out, you cool?" Marcel turns to face them and they nod before dispersing to start their watch.

Day quickly turned to night, and Vafara made her way down the street as jazz music blared, and she walked with her arms crossed, looking for Klaus because he hadn't answered her calls.

She tried calling again, squeezing her eyes closed when it went to voicemail.

"Nik, I am currently trying to hunt you down to tell you something that I can't say out loud at the moment because it will get me killed. I messed up and I need to tell you before someone in particular finds out. Please call me when you can. I love you."

She hung up, realizing she walked herself into an alley. Hearing someone walking behind her and she snapped around to see one of Marcel's minions merely inches from her.

"Originals aren't supposed to be around tonight." The woman told her coldly.

"Sasha, I've known you since '96. I don't pose a threat if that's wha—"

"Marcel said no original vampires are welcome here tonight."

"I'm not an original." Vafara crossed her arms.

"You're married to one. Therefor you are one." Sasha snapped.

"And where is Marcellus?"

"Don't make me force you to leave." Sasha didn't answer her, and Vafara raised a brow.

"You just said it yourself I'm considered a part of the original family. So why're you threatening me?" She cocked her head.

"It's not a threat. I listen to Marcel's rules, unlike you, and when he says to make sure this is an original-vampire free zone, I make sure it stays an original-vampire free zone. It's a promise. Now leave."

Vafara rolled her jaw and inhaled, nodding.

She turned to go, but suddenly felt her anger spike.

Within a second she had Sasha against a brick wall, her hand gripping the other woman's heart. Sasha gasped, her mouth opened in shock as Vafara glared at her.

"You listen to me and you listen good. I am a Mikaelson and I'm not going to have some bloody nobody tell me what I can and can't do. Now you go back and tell my son that he can shove his rules so far up his ass that he can taste the bullshit of them all in the back of his throat." She ripped her hand away and Sasha fell down, gasping, trying to catch her breath as Vafara stepped away and turned on her heel to leave.

She started walking back down the street, and was quickly in the company of Louis at a bar, taking shots.

"Where is Marcel?" She asked him, leaning against the bar.

He looked at her and ordered another shot.

"You aren't supposed to be here." He informed her a little drunkenly.

"You don't drink this much." She shook her head at him and he scoffed.

"When the girl you thought was in love with you leaves you after 47 years for her psychopathic original husband you didn't know she was married to, you have a pretty damn good reason to throw a couple of drinks down the hatch." He raised the glass a little to her, and drunk the liquor quickly, wincing at the slight burn.

"Louis—"

"Look, V, you don't have to pretend to be sorry. You saved my life March 6, 1965. 'Bloody Sunday', you remember that? We marched from Selma to Montgomery and you were beside me the entire time and I didn't know why the hell you would come from New Orleans to Alabama to March. And when you told me where you lived, I didn't know if it was to make yourself look good or if your heart was really in the cause because you lived 300 miles away. We only made it to the Edmund Pettus bridge when the cops started beating every one of us to hell. It turned lethal and you didn't run. You stayed and helped as many people as you could, including me. And that's how I knew you were god-sent."

"Louis." She said it quietly, not knowing how to apologize for what she'd done to hurt him with Klaus.

"I kept my mouth shut for 5 years after that. I didn't want to make things weird after you turned me. But in 1970 I couldn't keep quiet anymore and when I told you how I felt and you...we...we screwed and—"

"That's all that was to you? Screwing around?" She asked him.

"Sex requires love to be present from both participants involved to be considered 'making love' and since our relationship was one-sided..." he shrugged and she sighed.

"It wasn't one sided. I love you. I have loved you the entire time I've known you, Louis. You were my best friend before we even dated." She explained.

"Right, you loved me but you weren't in love with me." He suggested and she opened her mouth to talk but couldn't form words. "Oh, and, I put Tommy's body at your door step along with his heart and tongue. Y'know, Incase Marcel were to go home and see one of closest friends dead in our...my...bed room." He said it lowly and her face fell. "You probably already knew this but you weren't running around killing people for the hell of it when we were together. Kinda interesting you start getting a lot ballsier when your merciless husband gets back with you." He takes another hit of liquor before getting up. "Don't wait up." He tells her before walking out.

She looked down and shook her head, following after him.

"I was in love with you!" She screamed at him and he stopped his walking in the street. "And I didn't feel a damn thing for Klaus because he compelled me not to!"

"Then why're you with him now?!" He yelled, turning to face her.

"Because he let me have my feelings back last night!" She replied angrily and his face fell and she immediately regretted what she said. "Oh, God." She put her hands over her mouth. "Oh, god, Louis, I didn't—"

He snapped around, murder on his mind, and she walked after him again until he suddenly disappeared. She looked around, not seeing him anywhere, and ran a hand through her hair.

"Damn it." She mumbled to herself, knowing Louis was about to find Klaus and get himself killed. She just had to get to her husband before he did.

•. •. •.

Klaus sat in the church as Davina's friend, Tim, played the violin for her. Klaus had Camille compelled to bring Davina to the church after Marcel let Davina out of the attic in the church to go out and enjoy the festival as long as she stayed by Cami's side.

He glanced at his phone to see 10 missed calls from his wife, but he brushed it off and decided it could wait.

"The boy has a gift," Klaus spoke as Tim played. "You can't compel someone to play like that."

Camille looked at him and her fingers picked at one another, giving her something to do as she was deep in thought.

"I know what you are." She told him. "It's crazy to me but it makes sense. This massacre, was just a pointless brutal thing." She was referring to the murder that happened in that very church. "In all your life have you ever heard anything like that? A good man, an aspiring priest, just goes on a killing spree out of nowhere."

Klaus took a deep breath and sat down beside her.

"I've seen quite a lot in my time." He told her gently. "The world is a rather awful place. Best to meet it on its own terms."

"No. The world isn't awful. People are not awful." Klaus looked at her as she spoke. "They want to be good." He couldn't help but grin inwardly. She sounded like Vafara. "Something makes them bad...Breaks them down until they snap. There are always signs, symptoms before someone has a psychotic break. The guy who did this had none of them."

"You're well informed on the matter." Klaus said suddenly. "You knew him didn't you?"

"His name was Sean. He was my brother. My twin actually." She explained with teary eyes. "I can't sleep." She leaned forward. "I dream about what happened. And I hate it. I hate that I couldn't help him."

"We all must stand alone against our demons." Klaus spoke.

"What if some day his demons become mine, too?" She asked him.

"I have some business I should attend to." Klaus brushed her question off, looking at the two teenagers before them. "But before I do," he turned to Cami and looked her in the eyes. "You should go. Enjoy the music, put this out of your mind." She didn't say a word, just did as he said without any kind of expression on her face.

Once she was gone Klaus' phone began to ring again. He looked to see it was Vafara, again, and he sighed and answered.

"Love, this better be bloody important because you're interrupting my plan and I don't have much time to be interrupted." He snapped.

"Where are you?" She asked him frantically and he furrowed his brows.

"The church. Why?"

"Because I've gotten myself into a lot of trouble tonight and now it's starting to get worse. I'll be there in a minute."

"I don't think that's such a good idea." He told her and she shook her head.

"I don't care what you plan on doing I just need to get there before Louis because he knows you compelled me to stop ignoring my feelings for you and he's drunk and angry and I don't need him to get himself killed trying to kill you." She explained shakily and Klaus chuckled to himself quietly.

"Let him come, Darling." He looked at Tim and Davina. "I'd love to have an audience to my show."

With that, he hung up and walked to the teens.

Vafara was almost to the church before she ran smack into Marcel.

"I got your message." He told her and she ground her teeth together. "Also heard you assaulted one of my day walkers."

"Sasha was being rude."

"You almost killed her." He argued.

"Why didn't you want Originals here tonight?" She asked him. "And since when have you considered me one?"

"Ya know Louis told me about you and Klaus. Here I thought you were a decent woman. Come to find out you wasted 47 years of a good man's life." His tone was demeaning. "And the thing you told Sasha about my rules? That's a good way to get yourself killed, V."

"Are you threatening your own mother?" She stepped closer to him. "The woman who made you half of who you are? The one who tucked you in every night singing to you to 'scare' the nightmares away, the one who helped Elijah educate you, the one who continued to fight for you and your rights - which I continue to do, regardless of how you treat me." She raised her brows and he sighed, looking down a moment. "You know what? We'll deal with this later. I need to go." She pushed past him and continued on to the church.

Just as she walked in, Klaus met her.

"We're leaving. Hayley's gone." He grabbed her arm and she looked at him, confused.

"What?" She furrowed her brows. "What do you mean she's gone? She had a doctors appointment, did she not?"

"And Rebekah said she's not in sight because your precious witches you're fighting so hard to protect tried to kill her." He growled and she couldn't quite process what he was saying. "We need to go."

She nodded and followed him quickly out of the quarter.

•. •. •.

Rebekah waited anxiously in the clinic in the bayou, wondering where Hayley got off to. Apparently the doctor and some witches tried to kill Hayley, and Rebekah had arrived in time to try to help her when she escaped to the woods, but one of them shot her in the heart with an arrow and she passed out from it. When she awoke, Hayley was gone.

She heard someone behind her and turned to see Klaus and Vafara.

"Well, you abandoned your plan for power to help out your family. Having an off day?" She asked Klaus and he held his hands behind his back.

"Who took her, Rebekah?" Klaus asked her, ignoring her comment.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" Klaus walked to her.

"Who killed her attackers?" Vafara asked her next.

"I don't know. I had an arrow in my heart." The blonde replied. "If it wasn't Hayley who killed them then—" she was cut off by a wolf howl in the distance and she looked at her brother. "Lovely. Perhaps her cousins will know where she is." She marched past the married couple and went out the front door, Klaus and Fara following her.

They got outside and saw Hayley stumbling slightly from behind Klaus' car, a disoriented look on her face, her clothes tattered and blood covering her in random places.

"Hayley, what happened? Tell me what happened." Klaus said as he went to her quickly.

"I don't remember." She said blankly.

Examining her for any major wounds, Klaus looked to his wife, who slowly stepped to the wolf.

"You've completely healed." He told her. "There's not a scratch on you."

"Perks of being a werewolf remember?" Hayley reminded him.

"No," Vafara whispered.

"Not that fast." Klaus reached out to touch her again but Rebekah slapped his hand away.

"Leave her alone." His sister scolded as she led Hayley to sit on the porch stairs. "It's the baby. Vampire blood, Klaus' blood in your system...it can heal any wound."

Fara and Klaus looked at Hayley and then at each other a moment.

"Your own child healed you. How did you escape? You were outnumbered, unarmed..." Rebekah started again. "Those men were ripped to shreds."

Hayley looked up at Klaus before she spoke.

"I think it was the wolf." She told them. "I think it's trying to protect me."

"The witches were supposed to protect you." Klaus growled, pointing his finger. "When I get my hands on Sophie Deveraux—"

"It wasn't Sophie," Hayley argued. "It was Agnes."

"Sophie, Agnes, it's all the same to me. I'll slaughter the lot of them." Klaus stated. "I know bloody well this one will help." He referred to Fara and she didn't argue, still trying to wrap her head around the fact she'd been defending a group of people that would betray her family this way.

"Not if Elijah gets there first." Rebekah told them.

"Elijah?" Hayley snapped her attention to Bekah. "Did you find him?"

"He's keeping in touch. And he has a plan." Rebekah assured her. "All he's asked is that we look after you."

Hayley smiled a little before she looked at Klaus.

"Hey, so, can we go home now? I'd kinda like to sleep for a few days." She said half joking.

They nod, and she stands up, only to almost hit the floor again form weakness.

Klaus catches her in time, hoisting her into his arms.

"I got you, Love." He said quietly to her. "I got you."

Vafara exhaled sharply, trying not to be envious as she watched her husband care for a woman the way he once did for her.

—

1509

Copenhagen, Denmark

Vafara ran from Klaus through the trees as night filled the air. Her dress was brought up her thighs and her feet were bare. She laughed, and squealed, knowing he could've easily caught her, but yet he didn't. Until she reached the tree line that turned into a large field. Within seconds, she was tackled to the ground.

Again, she laughed, looking up at Klaus.

"I win." He smirked, his finger tips grazing her jaw.

"I suppose you do." She raised a brow. He grinned, pressing his lips to hers slowly. She hummed, happy, before he pulled away.

"My brother enjoys you." He said calmly.

"Elijah?" She asked him and he sat up.

"I enjoy his company. He's very kind." She stated honestly.

"Am I not kind?" Klaus grinned sarcastically and she cut her eyes at him.

"You are a little more...violent." She replied lowly and he pulled her back onto his lap and growled gently, kissing her lips briefly. "And brutal." She added and he smirked, kissing her cheek. "Viscous." His lips now grazed her jaw. "Aggressive, belligerent, pugnacious," his teeth nipped at her neck and she lightly gasped, her hands gripping his arms. "Boisterous, rowdy, disorderly," his hands gripped her hips through her gown, as his canines threatened to pierce her skin. "Unruly, riotous," her nails dug into his flesh as his teeth sunk into her. His tongue ran across her flesh hungrily as her blood pulled past his lips into his mouth. She smiled widely, moaning softly, her fingers tangling into his hair.

He suddenly pulled away, her blood covering his chin.

"I am leaving again tomorrow." He told her and she furrowed her brows.

"What?"

"I need Katerina in order to break the curse. You know this."

"You have only been home two days and you wish to leave me again."

"I do not want to leave you, Fara, but I have to find Katerina." He rolled his eyes.

"You have been searching for her ever since she escaped 10 years ago, Niklaus. I had to witness you murder her family and now I have to endure your constant absence so you can leave me to seek your revenge"

"I wouldn't have to if you wouldn't have ruined my bloody opportunity to break the damn curse in the first place by helping her escape me!" He yelled at her angrily and she held back tears.

He realized his tone and his words were harsh, and he knew she had a reason to be upset with him. He just sighed and moved closer to her, cupping her face in his hands.

"I'm sorry." He said honestly.

"At least take me with you." She pleaded and he licked his lips.

"I can't." He explained lowly.

"Niklaus," she argued.

"I'll stay another day." He offered and she closed her mouth quickly. "I won't leave tomorrow. I'll leave the next day. So it won't be so sudden."

She thought a moment before smiling.

"Okay." She came to an agreement with him.

—

Louis stepped into the compound, going to his and Vafara's bedroom, seeing all of her things were now gone. He sighed and sat on the bed, resting his elbows on his knees as he rubbed his face.

Marcel watched him from the doorway, his arms crossed, and Louis looked up at him.

"You miss her, too?" Louis asked him and Marcel scoffed.

"I don't want to. I wish I didn't but...she's never moved out. She's never lived away from me. Since I was ten to now, I've seen her every morning, I've gotten to hug her whenever I needed to, I've gotten reassurance from her when I've needed it, she's given me advice - I wouldn't follow it sometimes but still. She's been outta here for a few days and it doesn't feel right." He walked to him.

"I knew something was up when she wouldn't marry me all these years." Louis spoke lowly and Marcel raised a brow.

"I grew up watching her and Klaus fight with each other like hell and love each other like they couldn't live without the other and love like that doesn't just fade after a few decades."

"It's my fault. I pushed her too soon." Louis mumbled.

"She wasn't ready to move on when she met you and whether she knew it or not, she wasn't ready to move on when you two got together. That's just the way the cards were stacked. It has nothing to do with you or even her going too fast."

"You're right. It's not her fault, or mine...it's his." Louis growled and Marcel looked at him. "He took her away from me."

"Loui—"

"I'm going to make him suffer for it."

—

300 Years Ago

Atlantic Ocean

Vafara lay on the wooden deck of the ship, staring at the night sky that held what it seemed was a trillion stars. Each ribbon of them swirled together with light grey and dazzling dark blue.

She was starving. She hadn't eaten anything the whole trip...Klaus and Elijah had to give her the smallest amount of blood every now and again from one of the surviving crew members so she wouldn't desiccate. She refused to eat.

Klaus and Rebekah had teased her for choosing then, of all times, to have a self revival in her religion. Guilt for what she had done the past 300 years had eaten away at her and she couldn't take anymore.

She barely slept, she didn't eat, and she kept herself far away from Klaus. He tempted her enough with his existence, she couldn't bare for him to come to her breathing down her neck and persuading her to fall into reckless, sinful, pleasures like she had for centuries.

Elijah was making his brother keep his distance. He was the only one who was encouraging her to better her ways. He didn't appreciate her starving herself, but he admired her effort to stop being so cruel like his brother had talked her into doing.

"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want." She whispered to herself quietly, continuing to stare up. "He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters." She continued, hearing someone approach her. "He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake." Elijah Laid down next to her, exhaling as she talked to herself. "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me—"

"Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over." Elijah said and she looked at him slowly, giving him the same hazed over, blank look she was giving the night sky. "Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever." He finished and she smiled softly, reaching out to gently touch his cheek with her finger tips.

"And original reciting scripture." She chuckled once and Elijah smiled faintly.

"Yes, Well, it's very easy to memorize something that's been spoken around you every morning and night." He replied.

"It was my mother's favorite verse." She told him. "She always said it to me when she was tucking me into bed."

Elijah glanced at her before asking a question he'd been wanting to know for years.

"Whatever happened to your mother, Vafara?" He asked and she looked at him.

"A vampire killed her before we could leave Spain. They were the reason we were leaving to begin with. And we were too late. He ripped her throat out and drained her dry in front of me and my father."

"How did you escape?"

She looked at him, looking around for any sight of Klaus or Rebekah. She placed a finger over her mouth, sat up, and leaned into his ear.

"My father was a part of the brother hood of the five." She whispered and Elijah's eyes met her, shocked. "He killed it."

"Vafara," Elijah started, at a loss for words.

"Once we got to France, my father immediately started training me." She whispered.

"Training you?" Elijah furrowed his brows.

"To be a hunter." She told him. "Do you think it was coincidental that I met you and Nik In England?"

"You intentionally sought us out." He had to think hard in order to process this.

"My father spoke of immortals that could not be killed by a blade or stake. They could be put to rest with a dagger and the ash of a white oak tree. But only a steak of white oak could end them. When he was taken, I promised him I would find these immortals and end them."

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