I do not own The Originals.

Yes! The originals! I love it. So this is after the mid-season finale. Cami isn't my favorite character. So I am saying that she left and this will be a Elijah/ Haley Marcel/ Rebekah.

Tesla drove through the middle of town and down a familiar road. She had seen this too many times. If she had been blindfolded she could have driven the road that she took now. The shop fronts were the same as always. The sickly yellow of the streetlights that she used to find charming threw shadows across the cracked sidewalk.

The witches were selling their wares and looking at her suspiciously as she drove by slowly. She recognized some of them though they were much older now. Time had not been kind. Though she supposed under Marcel's thumb, time would eat away at the mortals. She wondered if they remembered her. The older ones may have. It had been a little over fifty years.

And after fifty years she was back at the place that she never thought she would be again. She had sworn that this is the last place that she thought she would be crawling back to. There was entirely too much death here for her taste. She had been a vampire for a little over eighty years and the twenty years she had spent here had been the bloodiest by far.

She pulled up to the familiar house and jumped down from her car and made sure to lock it. Her car was her baby. A 1972 Chevy blazer; flame red with a black hard shell and factory interior. It had the best of the best of everything. It was her one allowance; she put more money into this car than anything else. Well that and her hair.

Her cropped, bright platinum cut in hung in long pixie that always was perfectly messed up. Her eyebrows were a dark brown that contrasted with her pale porcelain skin. And her eyes were a blue that bordered grey; set into a heart shaped face.

Other than her car and her hair she hardly spent money on anything else. The hotels she stayed in were cheap and dirty. She was an inexpensive drunk and she stole blood from those few straggler humans that happened to hang around alleyways a few minutes too long. Even her wardrobe left something to be desired. She wore a mish mash of everything. Most of it found in a second hand store or picked off a victim of hers.

However she had recently seen people dressed like her in fashion magazines. They called them 'hipsters' and now looking like you rolled out of a used clothes bin was something desirable now. Which was fine with her it made her fit in more. She was currently wearing an old pair of Levis with an oversized Aztec blue and green sweater that swallowed her five foot seven frame. She looked at her beat up moccasins and laughed. It had been horrible in the forties and fifties because everyone had always been so put together. The seventies weren't so bad; except for the way people had smelled. That had been atrocious and she shivered as she remembered that. She smelled her wrist instinctively and smiled at the dry vanilla sandalwood scent that her perfume left.

She lifted her hand to the door to knock and then lowered it. It was really late and she would rather just go in and sleep before facing Marcel's judgment face in the morning. He would have that self-satisfied smile. Thinking that she had come back for him but she hadn't. She was running and this had been the only place that she had thought may be safe. So she was willing to face his smugness. She walked around to the back of the house to the room that she had occupied for a good many years. The window had always been broken and she was willing to bet that Marcel had never fixed it. She slung the long strap of her leather messenger bag over her shoulder and tugged at the window. Sure enough the old window popped open and she swung her legs over the ledge.

She hopped down into the room and was immediately shoved hard against the wall. She was startled to see a teenage girl with a fierce gaze and her forearm shoved against Tesla's shoulder span. She rolled her eyes and shoved the girl off of her and as the girl stumbled backwards she realized her mistake and caught the girl before she fell.

"I am sorry I should have realized that you were pregnant." She said standing her up and brshing imaginary dirt off the girl's pajama top. "Pregnant woman don't usually have as much vigor as you." She said winking at the girl who was looking at her with a mixture of amusement and confusion. "I didn't expect this room to be occupied." She said as if that explained it.

"I didn't expect a stranger to come through my window." The girl said but she held her hand out. "I'm Haley."

Tesla took the girls hand but pulled her into a hug and kissed either of her cheeks. "Name's Tesla. I'm no stranger to this house. I used to sleep in this room." She said gesturing around. The girl nodded and Tesla sat on her bed. "Are you having a girl or a boy?"

"No offense but I don't really know you…." The girl petered off and Tesla laughed as she stood up.

"Of course I am so sorry." She walked to the door. "I will find another room to occupy." Before she could reach the door handle it flew open and a dark skinned man with lots of hair burst through the door.

"Who are you?" He asked in a gruff voice he asked as he took Tesla by the throat. She threw his arm aside and as he advanced on her again she bit into the flesh of his shoulder and as he reached up to get her off she snapped his neck and stopped his body from hitting the ground so that it wouldn't make any noise. She set him down gently.

"I never anticipated that it would be this hard to get in here." She said and the girl looked like she sympathized with her.

"Sometimes people aren't allowed to leave either." She said with contempt

"I take it by your tone that you are one of those people." Tesla said as a frown appeared on Haley's face. "Does Marcel keep you here?" She asked

"Haley are you alright?" a voice came from the hall and Tesla rolled her eyes.

"They just keep coming." Tesla said to her turing to the door.

"No!" Haley whispered to her and the girl turned to her. "Come here." She said pointing to her side and Tesla gave her a questioning look. "If he thinks I am in danger he will kill you and ask question later come over here." Tesla figured she knew what she was talking about so she dashed over to the pregnant werewolf.

A handsome face came into view. He calmly looked at the body on the floor and then up at the intruder.

"Elijah it's okay." Haley said and his eyes went to her as he scanned her figure. Tesla raised an eyebrow. Part of it was in a protecting way, he was making sure that she was okay but part of it was something else. That intrigued Tesla. "She isn't here to hurt me."

"I will be the judge of that." Elijah said. Tesla thought he was a little to calm. He seemed to have it all together but she bet that there was a war raging inside him.

"Elijah?" Tesla asked and the man regarded her with a cold gaze. He was old she could tell that so she nodded at Haley and would do her best to meet him on his own ground since he was probably much stronger than she was. She gave him her hand.

"Tesla Coos." She said as he took and squeezed her fingers gently. Yeah, he was very old fashioned. Maybe three or four hundred years even. "It is not my intention…" Tesla was interrupted by another voice; this time a girl.

"Haley Elijah what is going on?" A beautiful blond came into the room and sent them all questioning looks.

"This is Tesla." Elijah said simply and now he smiled at her. She smiled back and held her hand out to the girl.

"Tesla." She said but the girl regarded her hand as if it were a snake.

"Charmed." She said with a bored tone to her voice.

"This is my sister Rebekah." Elijah said and Tesla decided that she liked him. Then two light bulbs went on in her head and her mouth dropped open a little as she stepped back from both of them. More than a little fear gripping her chest.

"Elijah and Rebekah." She repeated. The same smile came across the siblings face like they were happy to be recognized. Except Tesla didn't recognize them she had only heard of them and they were both much older than four hundred years if they were who she thought they were. She stumbled backwards and thought that she had made a very serious mistake coming here. She backed up to the window with every intention of jumping right back out of it. Haley gave her a look as if she were honestly sorry for her.

'What is everyone doing up.' This voice she recognized and as he came through the door she ran to him and threw her arms around her neck. He laughed and pushed her out to arm's length and walked her to the middle of the room.

"Tessa!" He exclaimed to her and embraced her again. They hadn't parted on the best of terms but it seemed as if they both needed a friend right now and they weren't going to be too picky about the past. "You cut your hair!" He said fingering her short locks.

"I did." She said smiling at him "You haven't changed a bit."

"No I suppose that I haven't. What are you doing here?" He asked before giving he a knowing glance but saved her the smug grin she was expecting. "This used to be your room." He said like he had just realized this.

"You got it partner." She said and turned back to the others. "I am an old friend of Marcel's and if he were to be so gracious I would like to ask to stay here." She said and they all looked at her with sad glances that she didn't understand.

"Don't let Klaus hear you say that." It was the blond who spoke.

"A little late for that I think.' A voice came from the door and another face appeared in the crowded room. Tesla stopped just to stare at him. He was dashing; if people still used that word. He held a regal air of royalty while having that sharp edge to him that all girls craved. But just like the other one she had met earlier there was something bubbling under the surface. "I'm afraid if you wish to stay here it is my grace that you must ask for." He said. The smile that crept over his face was that of a boy who always got his way.

"Oh that's okay, I don't need to stay here there are plenty of hotels she said moving to open the door and crawl out for the second time.

"I'm afraid you will find it rather hard to stay anywhere in this town without my permission." Her head whipped around to him and watched as his face issued a challenge. Her eyes scanned each of those in the room. None of them contradicted what the guy had said. Her eyes went to Marcel's last and he gave her a slight nod. His kingdom had been taken from him. It was an admission of his wounded pride. She now realized why he was in need of a friend. But even he didn't contradict the bully standing at the door smiling at her waiting for her answer. So she asked a question instead.

"Do you all have to kiss his ass?" none of them nodded but their eyes said everything.