AN: Hello! Here it is, the sequel to 'The Assistant'. Oh, it's so exciting isn't it! Anyway, welcome back old readers, and new readers? Yeah, you might want to read the other book.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Originals or other related things, bla, bla, bla, yada, yada, yada.

Warnings: Conflicting emotions throughout, big surprises ahead, and a more Mikaelson version of Elijah.

Enjoy!

Wife And Maid

In which Purgatory is stupid

There is a monster at the end of this book. Weaving through the pages and cutting round the corners. The blank page at the end when your left only with your knowledge and wit.

Can you find the monster? As it seeps from the words, and leaks from the leather bound pages. Sliming it's way into every letter, wrapping around your fingers like a black vine as you turn every page. It's easy, really, if you look close enough. But, yet again, we don't know our own demons until they look us in the eye.

Life is funny like that.

...

"Hello." Rebekah smiled at the terrified man, the bright candlelight letting him see her, wiping the blood of her lips with a handkerchief. "Lovely to see such a handsome face after a long journey. Can I eat him, brother?"

"I'd rather you didn't." Elijah said, stepping out of the shadows, smiling at the terrified man.

"Who's eating who?" Adriana's soft accent called out, suddenly appearing on the other side of the second man, the man swinging around the candle so he could see her. "Hello honey, please can I drain your pathetic life source from your disgusting body?"

She smiled cheekily, her eyes lighting up like a child in a sweet shop.

"No ones eating anyone, Adriana." Elijah sighed, as if he was dealing with an annoying child, suddenly appearing next to the tiny brunette. "There's no need to be afraid." He compelled the man. "And do exactly as I say. You will remember nothing."

"I will remember nothing." The human parroted.

"We've had a very long journey, wherein which, unfortunately, we lost all of our crew." Adriana's muffled snicker could be heard in the darkness. "Therefore, I will ask you kindly to transport our belongings to the shore."

"What kind of hell demons are you?" The human breathed, obviously terrified.

"We're vampires, darling." Rebekah stated, rolling her eyes slightly.

"Adriana." Adriana said, introducing herself while eyeing the human like a peice of meat.

"And we are the Original vampires: Rebekah, Elijah, our brothers Kol and Finn; may they rest in peace." Rebekah listed, nodding her head with every name.

"Are we saving the best for last?" Klaus' voice rang out in the dark.

"And our half brother, Niklaus." Rebekah introduced. "Ignore him; he's a beast."

The man swiftly turned the candle, the light revealing another human laying drained in Klaus' arms, the body falling to the floor with a thud. Klaus' mouth was smeared with blood, his fangs still visible in the candlelight.

"I was wondering where he went." Adriana muttered, not even blinking at the sight of the dead man.

"We fled Europe and survived the seas. Would you rather I arrive hungry on the shores of our new homeland?" Klaus asked, a large blood stained grin on his face.

"Niklaus, your manners are, as always, without equal." Elijah said calmly, the light of the candle quickly returning to him. "Sir, would you be so good as to tell us where it is that we have landed?"

"The French colony of Louisiana, off the shores of a town they have named New Orleans." The man answered.

"Thank you so much." Elijah smiled gently, Adriana rolling her eyes from where she stood next to him, barely reaching his shoulder. "Oh, I do recommend that you find yourself further assistance for the luggage. My sincere apologies."

This house was awful. It was huge, and white.

Seriously, White? Why?

Adriana sat in the corner of the room, while Hayley pulled a dusty sheet off a crib. Coughing when dust exploded in her face.

"Are you alright?" Elijah asked, standing beside her.

"Just dust." Hayley coughed. "This place is ancient."

"Yes, it should serve our purposes." Elijah agreed with a nod. "It's a sanctuary from our business in the Quarter. Right now, you are the most important person in this family. You need a good home. So I'm curious; in all this time, has anyone asked you how you feel?"

"About having a miracle baby with a psychotic one night stand?" Hayley asked, turning to him.

"Should've used protection." Adriana muttered, turning a page in the book she was holding. Not even looking up at them. "Birth control tablets are miracles to the human race, wolfie."

"Who even are you?" Hayley asked, eyeing the pixie like girl with suspicion.

"Adriana Mafiay." Adriana introduced, not taking her eyes of the book. "I'm this idiots assistant, just over nine hundred years old, and I was a mother once upon a time, would you like a signed biography? And, please, don't introduce yourself, I don't really care."

"Ignore Adriana, I do all the time." Both Hayley and Elijah decided to ignore Adrianas loud scoff. "I meant about being a mother."

"I-I was abandoned when I was born and my adoptive parents kicked me out the second that I turned into a wolf." Hayley explained. "So, I don't really know how I feel about being a mother because I; I never really had a good one."

"I will always protect you. You have my word on that." Elijah vowed, speaking with such gentle care.

"Alright." Adriana stated, closing the book with a thump, grimacing when dust clouds rose from it. "I'm out, this is far too sickening for me. I'm going to find the kitchen in this pig sty."

The kitchen was filthy. The countertops covered in dust, the handles chipped and cracked, the door creaking as she opened it. The corners covered in translucent cobwebs, and she was certain she could hear at least on rat as it scurried away from sight.

Then, she felt it, like a dead weight had been dropped on her head.

Adriana stumbled, gripping onto the wall for support, coughing wildly as blood spewed to the plain tiled floor. She dropped to her knees, being forced down by the weight, her lips turning a red colour as she coughed up her own blood.

Adriana raised her hand to her lips, eyes shining with confusion. Blood tasted like copper in her mouth, not having the appealing taste it usually did.

It clogged up her throat and burned in her stomach, tears filling her eyes as it choked her slowly.

"You have got to be kidding me." She whispered, her eyes finally fluttering shut as she fell, her head banging roughly against the countertop. Spiderweb cracks forming on the marble.

The fourth floor of the Mikaelson estate had been chaos that exact day.

Niklaus was feeding off several women down one end of the hall, while Elijah and Adriana were in another heated argument about his mistress.

Not that the poor harlot knew she was a mistress.

"Why is she even here?" Adriana screeched, pointing at Celeste. "I want her out of my house. Now."

Her accent was heavy, and her English slightly rough, but she wanted the harlot to understand everything she was saying about her.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

"That is not your decision to make, Adriana." Elijah argued, standing protectively infront of Celeste. "I invited her."

"I don't care if the Gods of Olympus invited her." Adriana snapped back. "I don't want to argue about this with again Elijah."

"Well, you obviously do, or we wouldn't be having this argument."

Adriana's rich brown hair was pulled up in a tight bun, her hair lightly decorated with pearls. Her deep blue dress, complemented her tan, Italian features.

She looked, in every way, the lady of the household. And Adriana wouldn't let anyone snatch that title away from here.

"Should I go?" Celeste asked, her strong voice hiding her frightened aura.

Even an idiot could tell that, while a witch, Celeste was terrified of Adriana. It was the type of air that clung to her, one of power and complete control.

"Please." Adriana hissed, Elijah not even stopping his lover as she stepped into a nearby room. "If you think for one second that I'm going to let that slime rat stay, in my house none the less, then you are poorly mistaken."

"Oh, please Adriana." Elijah scoffed, his jaw set in a strong line. "You've brought many a man over."

"You killed them before they even walked out the door." Adriana pointed out, crossing her arms and glaring at him darkly. "How is this any different."

"Because I said so."

"That's a stupid reason, and you know it."

She raised her hand to slap him, only for Elijah to grab her hand mid air, roughly pulling her closer to him.

"Listen to me carefully wife." He muttered darkly, low enough so Celeste couldn't hear. "No matter how much you may deny it, ring or not, you are still my wife. Just as you are still my maid. Celeste is staying in this house, and you have no say in it. Why? Because, even after seven hundred years, you are still mine. Do you understand me?"

Adriana raised her head, rapidly blinking to conceal the tears that had formed in her eyes. She didn't let her composure fail her, keeping her back stiff and her head high.

"Dear husband of mine." She spat, looking past his shoulder instead of facing him eye to eye. "I will fight until this world ends if it means being free of you."

"Are we interrupting?" Rebekahs voice called out, interrupting whatever Elijah was going to say, giving Adriana the chance to rip herself away from him.

"Yes." Klaus snapped.

"No." Elijah contradicted, letting go of Adriana.

"Maybe." Adriana shrugged, casting a dark glare to Elijah, stepping away from him.

"Dearest Elijah." Rebekah started as the all stepped towards her, Adriana noting how Emil stood behind her. "You've only ever wished happiness for me. Emil and I are in love. Please, let me turn him."

Klaus chuckled, while Adriana sighed, looking the governors boy up and down.

"Rebekah, the governor has graciously agreed to hide a lot of our," Elijah paused, trying to find the right word for it. "Indiscretions. It would not do to turn his son into one of us."

"Please." Rebekah begged. "For me."

"It's not going to happen, Sister." Klaus deadpanned. "If we turned every man you dropped your knickers for, then human beings would cease to exist and we'd have no bloody food."

"How dare you, sir!" Email spoke up, his voice laced with disgust. "You would do well to treat-"

His speech was interrupted when Klaus grabbed his neck and dragged him along the hall.

"What in Plutos name are you doing?" Adriana shouted, stepping forward slightly.

"Brother." Elijah called, interrupted by Rebekahs screech.

"Niklaus!" Rebekah screeched.

"Niklaus, wait!"

"No." Rebekah sobbed, struggling against Elijah's grip.

Klaus ignored all of them, swiftly throwing Emil off the balcony, the governors son falling all four floors.

"By the Gods." Adriana breathed, rushing to the railing just in time to see Emil land in a heap on the floor.

Dead.

Tall, slim heels paced the desolate wasteland. Tan hands curling in on themselves, red painted nails digging into skin. Pale pink lips pressed into a thin line, the Italian women walking through Purgatory with a stride, muttering obscenities to the wind.

Adriana Mafiay was not happy, not in the slightest.

"Wonderful." She muttered to the desert, her form rigid and curled like a cat waiting to pounce. "Just wonderful. I leave Elijah alone for one second, one tiny second, and he gets himself daggered. Just wonderful."

Adriana raised her head with a frown, taking in the clear sky around her.

"Seriously?" She whined, a tiny growl of frustration escaping her lips. "Why can't Purgatory be a nice library somewhere? Why does it have to be a desert? Stupid Purgatory. It doesn't know anything."

She hissed slightly, a childish pout on her face.

"And where is Elijah? For goodness sake, can't the idiot survive five seconds without me?"

Adriana breathed out heavily, finally forcing herself to stop walking. She wrapped her arms around her tiny body, shivering in the blistering heat.

"A baby." She finally giggled to herself. "Oh, this whole thing is ridiculous." She shook her head with a smile. "Absuloutly ridiculous. But, yet again, this whole family does need some hope."

She shook slightly as she laughed, the sound drifting away with the wind.

Adriana looked up again, staring suspiciously at the open sky.

"Somethings not right." She muttered, narrowing her eyes as she glanced around her.

It was as if the landscape had been turned three hundred and sixty degrees, but you couldn't slot it back into it's original position. As if they had suddenly been surrounded by an immense power.

Not good.

This was not good.

"Elijah?" Adriana screamed at the top of her lungs, her pace turning frantic. "Elijah! You idiot, where are you?"

No, Adriana Mafiay was not happy.

Adriana hated funerals, she had never understood the concept.

Why mourn someone when they were gone? Shouldn't you be happy that they had stayed with you, no matter how short of a time that was?

"Where is the coin?" She asked Elijah, as they lowered the coffin into the ground. "Shouldn't he get a coin? I'm pretty sure he should get a coin."

"The world has moved on from your old ways, Adriana." Elijah sighed, not looking away from the coffin.

"I don't see why they have." Adriana scoffed, fiddling with the skirt of her black dress. "Their new beliefs are absuloutly awful, they make no sense whatsoever."

"Be quiet Adriana." Elijah stated, taking his eyes away from the procession to cast a steely glance at his wife. "Have some respect."

"Bored." She drawled out instead, glancing around the crowd that had gathered around the coffin. "Where did Klaus go?"

Adriana slipped out of the crowd, picking up her skirt and looking around the surrounding are. She immediately saw Klaus, kneeling infront of a child.

"You're a survivor, and survivors need names." Klaus was saying to the child as she neared them. "How about Marcellus?"

"Marcellus?" The child asked, confused with the choice.

"Mars, the god of war." Adriana spoke up, entering the child's vision, kneeling infront of him with a kind smile. "It is a name from my history. Perhaps one day, I shall tell you the story."

Klaus grinned briefly at Adriana, swiftly standing up and offering Marcellus his hand. The grinning child taking it, letting Klaus pull him to his feet.

"This is all your fault."

"How is it my fault?"

"I told you, I told you right from the start that I didn't trust any of this. And, like always, you have gotten yourself daggered."

Adriana and Elijah glared each other down, the pressure around them seeming to increase ten fold.

"I didn't know Niklaus was going to do something so drastic." Elijah explained, his hands shoved into the pockets of his suit.

"This is Klaus we're talking about." She snapped, waving her hands about to exaggerate her point. "When doesn't he do something drastic?"

The tension sky rocketed, both of them glaring the other down.

"And that woman." Adriana hissed slightly with a sneer, recalling the look on 'Hayley's' face. "She doesn't even want that child, I can tell. What responsibility does that girl have to hold a child, if she gets pregnant on one drunken stand?"

"Why are you so bothered about this, Adriana?" Elijah sighed, shaking his head slightly in confusion.

"I just told you why." She sneered at him. "That girl is far to irresponsible to even dream of being a mother."

"No, you didn't." He shot back. "I think the real reason you dislike Hayley, is because your jealous."

"I am not." Adriana squawked, her mouth falling open in disbelief.

"Yes you are." Elijah accused. "You've always dreamt of having another child, Adriana, admit it. After you lost Cienna, you couldn't handle it, you wanted someone to fill the void. And now, my brother gets a baby with a woman over a one night stand, and you can't comprehend that."

"I don't want another baby." Adriana said, staring him down. "All I want, is what I've always wanted, my baby back. All I've ever wanted in this world, Elijah, is to have my daughter back. I don't want another one."

Deathly silence filled the air around them. The type of silence that pushed you to say something, just so it would go away.

But neither of them said anything, choosing instead to stare.

"Mama?"

"Yes, Cienna?"

"Why do they keep calling you a whore?"

Adriana shut her eyes, a deep sigh escaping her pink lips, not wanting to face her daughter as she said this.

"Mama did a very bad thing once, Cienna." She finally said, her voice coming out soft, opening her eyes to look down at the blue-green eyes of her daughter. "And, in the eyes of them, that makes Mama a very bad person."

"I don't think you're a bad person, Mama." Cienna spoke clearly, her young face filled with pride. "I think you're the best person I know."

"Thank you, sweetie." Adriana laughed lightly, kneeling down infront of her daughter. "But please don't say that word again, alright?"

"Yes Mama." Cienna nodded, her face screwed up in confusion. "Mama?"

"Yes sweetie?"

Cienna threw herself at her mother, wrapping her small arms around Adriana's neck.

"I love you." Cienna muttered into Adriana's neck, her tiny, chubby weaving themselves into her hair.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

Adriana loved her daughter. No question about it.

That's the bond between a mother and daughter, the one every parent has with her child.

"I'm going to protect you." Adriana whispered to the baby in her arms. "I'm not going to allow anyone to take you away from me. I promise."

The baby squirmed in her arms, whimpering slightly.

"No ones going to take you away from me. And if they do, I will not rest until I find you again."

When Adriana's deep brown eyes fluttered open, she was lying on the floor of an attic.

The floor was wooden, the entire room spacious, a table set up across from her, various ingredients set upon it.

And then, Adriana saw her.

The girls back was rigid, ready to defend herself if it came to it. Power coated her like a blanket.

A witch?

Oh the joy.

Please note the sarcasm.

It was the girls face that caught her attention though. The darkness of her hair, the green-blue colour of her eyes, how she stared at her with a strength that Adriana only saw when she looked in the mirror.

"We are the Mafiay family." Adriana told her daughter strongly. "We don't need a man to survive, men need us. We can survive without their help, we are no damsels, because not everyone can be a princess. We are strong, and we are clever. Men need us to survive, never will it be the other way round."

"Who are you?" The girl asked her, her voice strong like a sharpened knife. "And why do you look like me?"

"Oh my god."

Adriana's voice sounded chapped, like she was holding in tears.

She was.

Yes, even after nine hundred years, Adriana still loved her daughter.

...

Whatever gives life can just as easily take it away. The water we live off can drown us, and the food we eat can choke us. Drinking too much blood can get you staked.

And if you stay with one person long enough, you can begin to rely on them too much.

You don't separate them. No matter how desperate you get. Whatever you do, you must not separate them.