The following day after Father Kieran's death was evidently spent drinking in bars whilst everyone remembered and mourned him. The entire quarter threw an Irish-style wake in his honor, complete with Irish music and an endless supply of alcohol. A large crowd of people; both supernaturals and humans alike, had gathered at Rousseau's to share stories of Kieran and celebrate his life.

Klaus sat alone at a table with a glass of scotch, absentmindedly brushing his thumb across the rim of the glass. He wasn't the type of person who enjoyed to be around large crowds, not to mention his mood had been rather sour ever since he had woken up from yet another nightmare about his delightful father this morning. Only this time, he had been stabbed to death in front of his child.

He barely even noticed as Cami walked up and took a seat beside his table. It had been disappointing there wasn't anything more they could've done for Kieran in removing the hex. However, ever since yesterday when he had rescued her from possible death from her dying uncle who had snapped and gone insane, their relationship had reverted back to good terms once more.

Perhaps he had that sort of up and down relationship with women, considering the fact he could never bloody manage to convince his child's mother or his little witch to stay in the damn compound half the time without pissing them off.

"Hey! Earth to you!"

Klaus averted his troubled gaze from his glass towards Cami who was currently sitting in front of him. A look of concern instantly crossed his features as he noticed the visible scar left on her forehead from yesterday's incident.

"Your face..."

"Will heal." She spoke with a sigh, "listen, I wanted to thank you-"

Klaus took a sip of his scotch, before solemnly realizing it was already half empty. "Unless you've come equipped with the means to fill this, no additional platitudes are necessary." He frowned.

"Okay..." The blonde huffed in annoyance. "I'm in a crap mood because my uncle just died, and people are partying like it's Mardi Gras. What's your excuse?" She paused once she noticed his dark expression.

"Klaus, seriously, what's going on? Is it because Davina's still ignoring you?"

The hybrid ignored the comment, although he would never admit it that had also been an occasional annoying thought lingering in the back of his mind.

"I've been having these dreams about my dead father." He finally responded, only momentarily realizing he had never mentioned his connected dreams with Davina to anyone other than Genevieve. But, Camille didn't need to know about all that.

"No diagnosis necessary, love. I've already got this one covered; my fears of fatherhood, of scarring my child as my father scarred me, are manifesting as nightmares." A forced smile crosses his lips and he quickly finishes his drink. "It's horrifically cliche."

Cami's eyes suddenly softened. "Actually, I'm just surprised to hear you acknowledge out loud that you're going to be a dad. Your baby mama has been living out in the bayou for months, it's not exactly What To Expect When You're Expecting."

Klaus sighed and glanced across the room, his gaze pausing on none other than Marcel as soon as he walked inside the bar. The two of them exchanged glances, Klaus's stare quickly turning into that of anger. He had been king enough to allow Marcel to stay in the Quarter for 24 hours to attend Kieran's funeral and comfort Camille, however he was slowly coming to regret that decision.

"I know more about the trials of fatherhood than you might imagine, Camille." Muttered the hybrid.

Although he despised his existence at this moment, Marcel had been like family to him. No, more like a son. He had raised him from when he was a boy and made him into the very self-proclaimed king he was today. If he had never saved Marcel from his father, he would have ended up living the rest of his sad human life as a slave. It was very unlike Klaus to show kindness, not to mention with how much of a monster he had been in the past and even through recent times, but for some reason Marcel's will to fight as a young boy had sparked an interest in the hybrid. The two of them were very alike, two bastards born to violent fathers who never loved them.

It seemed ironic that he was only repeating that same cycle of hatred with Marcel.

As Cami caught sight of the other vampire as well, she began to realize who that last comment was referring to.

"Well, based on the kind of relationship you two have, I can see it worked out for you so well the first time, so why change a thing?" After that sarcastic remark, she left the table, leaving Klaus alone once more.

The clanging of metal against glass caused the room to suddenly grow quiet as everyone turned their attention towards the noise. Marcel set the spoon down as he stood in the middle of the bar with his glass raised.

"I know I haven't been around these parts lately." He began with the speech.

"It's a testament to Father Kieran that we could come together and share a drink, and a story or two. Kieran rolled into town on a rusty old cruiser after his daddy died twenty-five years ago. And damnit, that guy could party!" A soft chuckle left his lips as the rest of the crowd laughed alongside him. Once the laughter died down, he continued.

"That was, of course, before he took his vows. But, even then, he was committed to the Quarter. He knew that this town needed him. And, we still do. To Father K!" Marcel raised his glass and the crowd murmured their respects to the priest.

Klaus watched the scene from across the bar, taking notice in how Marcel's gaze averted towards Cami who was standing amongst the crowd with a look of gratitude etched on her face. The two of them stepped closer before Marcel developed her in an embrace, the blonde softly crying and resting her head against his shoulder as he stroked her back in comfort.

An annoyed scoff escaped from Klaus as his grip on his glass tightened. He didn't know whether what he was feeling was jealousy or simply anger at Marcel taking something else that belonged to him, yet again.

Marcel had romanced his sister once, now he was doing it all over again with his therapist.

As he was busy sulking with an empty drink, it had seemed the gods had answered his prayers once Elijah made his way on over with another bottle of scotch in hand.

"You seem to be in a bitter mood," his brother noted as he sat down beside him and poured the alcohol into his empty glass.

"Seems rather uncivilized, to laugh and dance around the body of a loved one."

Elijah poured himself a drink, his eyebrow raised. "Yes, far better to practice your process of grief, isn't it Niklaus? Denial, rage, and hoarding coffins in basements."

Klaus simply ignored his jab and continued to scowl, taking a sip of his drink.

A certain pregnant werewolf soon joined them at the table as well, taking a seat beside Elijah. The older vampire gave her a sideways glance. "I will warn you, Hayley, Niklaus is in a spectacularly foul mood today.

"Sod off," muttered Klaus.

Ignoring the usual banter between the brothers, Hayley edged forward from her seat. "What's the deal with these moonlight rings? Oliver's trying to set a revolution every five seconds, people are scared, angry, and frankly, I'm tired of stalling." She huffed.

"It's a day of peace, Hayley. Try and enjoy it." Klaus glared at the girl. "In the meantime, with all manner of unknown enemies conspiring against our family, you'll move back in with us."

"Awesome," she forced a sarcastic smile as she glanced between the two brothers. "Then we can do that thing where you lock me in the tower, I escape, there's drama, and then you two both realize I'm very capable of looking after myself."

"The rings are in progress. I will live up to my word. We will find and punish whoever launched the attack on the bayou, and you will return to the compound for your own safety." Hayley sighed and rolled her eyes once she realized it was no use arguing against Klaus's order.

"But, right now..." Klaus reached over for the bottle of scotch and waved it around, finally beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol after the fifth glass. "I'm going to finish this bottle-" he popped it open. "And the next, in the hopes of drowning the demon who has chosen the past few weeks to haunt me." He glared at the ceiling. "Cheers, Mikael. Impeccable, Freudian timing."

Elijah's eyes widened. "...Elaborate. Have you dreamt of our father?"

"Go ahead, have a good laugh."

"I can assure you there is no piece of this that I find even remotely amusing, Niklaus. Especially considering I've been dreaming of him, too.

"What?" At hearing his brother's remark, this suddenly piqued Klaus's interest as he turned his head, a look of incredulousness appearing across his features.

"Yes...but I've only dreamt of him recently...you said you've been dreaming of him for weeks now? Brother, why are you only mentioning this to me just now?" Elijah sighed, concerned.

Noticing someone else enter the bar, Klaus turned his head and caught sight of a familiar devious red-headed witch that he had been shagging up until recently. His eyes narrowed as their gazes met, a sudden thought soon appearing in his head. As soon as Elijah caught sight of her as well, he paused in mid-thought.

"If you are also seeing him...perhaps our elusive, unknown enemy is orchestrating a further attack?"

At hearing his brother's suggestion, Klaus found himself clenching his teeth in anger.

She had tried to make him believe that Davina was the one behind these dreams. That conniving wench.

Despite his anger, the hybrid forced a smile on his face as he gave a short wave to the unsuspecting witch. "Well, then. What better way to punctuate a day of peace than by killing someone?" He muttered to his brother. "I'll suppose I'll need to have a little chat with our resident friendly witch after the party."

He took another sip of his scotch, all while his glare remained on her throughout the rest of the wake.

After leaving the bar, Genevieve made her way across the street before wandering into the Jardin Gris Voodoo shop. She closed the door behind her and entered the room, pausing once she sensed a soft breeze of air behind her. The redhead whirled around, startled once she saw Klaus in front of her.

At seeing him, she gave him a soft smile. "You disappeared from the party. I was looking for you..." She placed a hand against his shoulder and slowly trailed her finger across his collarbone.

"Hm, what a coincidence, I was looking for you too." The dark glare in the hybrid's gaze ceased to falter, however a devious smirk suddenly appeared across his features.

"Were you?" Genevieve murmured, a glimmer of excitement laced in her voice.

"Yes." A low growl escaped Klaus's throat as he wrapped his large hand around her neck and had her slammed up against the nearby wall all within a matter of seconds. A shocked gasp left her lips as she cursed and struggled to pry his grip off of her neck. "You lied to me," he hissed against her ear.

"What are you talking about?" She angrily demanded, although her voice shook with slight fear.

"Don't play dumb, Genevieve. You lied to me when you told me that Davina was the cause of those dreams."

"Davina." Her young student's name left her lips with a hiss. "No, no. I didn't lie to you, I swear. I really thought she was behind those dreams, I-it was my mistake, after all. I have no idea what could be causing them." She pleaded.

Klaus hummed. "Well, I have a guess. It was clearly you."

"What? No, it wasn't me! Why would I do that?"

"Last time I checked, you were the only other witch parading around my house."

"It wasn't me, I'm telling you!"

She paused once Klaus softly brushed his thumb across her lips, her frightened gaze met his. Right now, he looked like a predator about to eat his prey. She barely even noticed her heart frantically thumping against her chest.

"I know how talented you are with your tongue, Genevieve." She shuddered once she felt his breath against her neck. "Might I recommend you use it to provide answers? I would so hate to tear it from your mouth."

The redhead gave a nervous chuckle. "As much as I enjoy these repeated accusations of wrongdoings, for the last time, I promise it wasn't me. But, if you've been seeing your dead father, I can try to get you answers."

Klaus narrowed his eyes, for some reason he could tell she was telling the truth this time. She really had no idea what had been causing the nightmares. However, this didn't mean he trusted the witch, only a fool would. But as much as he hated to admit it, he still had use for her. He couldn't afford to kill her yet. He needed a witch to make the moon rings for the wolves, and that sort of spell was a bit too advanced for Davina at this moment.

His hand released her neck, leaving her to breathe more freely. As if to apologize, he softly caressed the red marks he had left on her neck. She sucked in a breath of air and rubbed her aching neck, sending a glare towards Klaus.

"Fine. Go." He reluctantly stepped away from her.

She remained glued to her spot against the wall, hesitant to leave at first.

"I said go." He growled, to which this time she immediately complied by hurriedly stepping out of the shop.

Davina stood in the greenhouse with the other witches, preparing several ingredients on the table for a spell. In truth, she was still a bit annoyed that Genevieve hadn't let her attend Father Kieran's wake but she had guessed it wouldn't have been allowed anyways for a teenager to be inside of a bar. Still, her heart ached for Cami, she knew how much she was grieving for the loss of her uncle. Davina herself knew just how much it hurt to lose someone you cared about. She went through that same heartbreak over losing Tim.

Thinking of her dead friend made her thoughts drift over to the monster that had killed him, Klaus. At least...she thought he was a monster. There had been plenty of times where he showed a different side, but still, she wasn't sure if she would ever be able to forgive him for killing Tim. He had been entirely innocent.

Davina sighed. By doing this spell, she was hoping to receive some sort of closure.

"I don't know if the ancestors would like us messing around in the spirit world." Abigail interjected, snapping the teenage girl away from her thoughts.

"Don't worry, it's just a simple seánce." She reassured the other witch.

Monique quickly collected some herbs from a shelf. "Phony witches do seánces to impress tourists. They're not real." She scoffed and left the room.

Ignoring Monique's comment, Davina carefully set aside Tim's violin in the middle of a circle she drew in chalk on the table. Around the circle were various salt and herbs she had scattered.

"What's that for?" Abigail asked after noticing the violin.

"It's my friend Tim's." Davina turned to her with a smile. "Come on! What's the point of being a witch if we can't use our magic for stuff like this?"

Abigail returned the smile and nodded in agreement. She holds her hands out and both girls clutch each other's hands in order to share their magic for the spell.

"Elikopte fantomes soliter mouri, vous reveler..." The girls changed the spell and soon a breeze of wind began to blow around them. Davina pulls out a small dagger and cuts her palm before tilting her hand over the violin, allowing her blood to drip over. A few moments later, the candles suddenly blow out, which surprises the girls.

"Tim?" Davina called out, wondering if the spell had actually worked. She hesitantly stepped away from the table and gazed around the room once she heard the soft tune of a violin playing around them. A soft smile graces her lips as she realizes the song was the same one that Tim would occasionally play for her. A wind chime near the window began to mimic the sound of the violin. Finding herself entranced by the melody, Davina walked over to the wind chime and brushed her fingers across the ends of it.

Suddenly, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. Thinking it was Tim, her gaze softened as she turned around, expecting to be staring into the eyes of her dead friend, but as soon as she realized it wasn't Tim, her faze grew shocked.

"What a delightful tune," scowled the middle aged man in front of her.

It only took her several seconds before realization hit her. She knew exactly who this was.

Klaus's father.

As soon as her eyes widened, his image quickly disappeared. The windows around the greenhouse suddenly began to tremble violently until the glass broke. Davina quickly covered her head and bent over to block the shards of glass from hitting her. The two girls shrieked as broken glass rained down upon them.

After all of the glass fell on the floor, Davina slowly stood back up. Every breath leaving her body in a tremble, she buried her hands in her hair as she wildly looked around the room for any sign that he was still there.

This couldn't have been real, could it? She had to have been imagining it.

"What was that?!" Abigail gasped, her voice trembling as well.

"I-I dunno." Davina stepped forward, pausing as the bottom of her shoe stepped on piece of glass. "Stay here, I'm gonna go find a broom to clean this up." She left the greenhouse as the other girl muttered, "I knew this wasn't a good idea."

After leaving the greenhouse, Davina caught sight of a broom sitting aside against the wall. She picked it up and turned around, seeing yet another person in front of her, the broom dropped on the floor and she kept back against the wall.

Before she could scream, however, Marcel quickly pressed a finger over his lips.

"Marcel?" She gasped under her breath, confused.

He remained silent and grabbed a hold of her arm, pulling the girl to where he could make sure they were out of hearing.

"Marcel, why are you here?"

"Klaus let me stay for 24 hours for the funeral, but unfortunately my time runs up tonight, so I don't have that much time to talk. I came here to see how you were doing."

"I'm...fine."

"Are you sure, honey?"

The girl nodded and the two of them embraced. As much as she had been angry with Marcel in the past, she was still glad to see him again.

"Klaus hasn't hurt you, has he?" Marcel leaned back to examine the girl for any signs of mistreatment. "If he has, I'll-"

"He hasn't-" Before Davina could finish her response, Marcel took her hand in his once he noticed the blood.

"What's this?" Anger suddenly rose in his voice.

"It's nothing, I was just doing a spell." Davina pulled her hand away, shaking her head.

Marcel sighed in relief, calming down a bit. "Listen, Davina, I'm going to try to take back the Quarter from Klaus, but first I'm going to need you to make me a cloaking spell."

"What? No, Marcel, that's too dangerous. You're going to get hurt."

"New Orleans is my home, I'm not going down without a fight. Please, Davina, I just need that spell, that's all I ask."

Oh no, this was bad. She was going to have to choose sides.

If Marcel did this, an all-out war would inevitably break out.

If Klaus learned that she had helped him out, he would be furious.

"I-I don't know Marcel," Davina nervously bit her lip. She had known Marcel much longer than Klaus, he was her friend, she couldn't turn her back on him. Not after he had kept her safe from the witches.

"I'll think about it." She finally decided.

Marcel grinned. "Thanks, D. I knew you'd always have my back." He gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. "I promise after all this over, I'll come back for you, alright?"

Before Davina had time to respond, she heard someone calling her name. Once she looked over, she saw Genevieve come from around the corner. "Davina, there you are."

The girl looked over to where Marcel had been but he had already disappeared.

"Davina, we don't have time to stare at empty space all day. The funeral's about to start soon, so hurry up and come along." Ushered the redhead.

Davina sighed and followed after her.

After the funeral ended, hundreds of community members gathered in the streets of the French Quarter, the funeral procession made their way down the street as the sounds of loud jazz music was being played. At the front of the parade were marching priests acting as pallbearers for Father Kieran. His casket had been placed in a luxurious looking horse carriage.

Davina slowly walked alongside the other witches, her gaze on the floor as she grew lost in her thoughts. She felt an impending headache as she thought about the whole ordeal of a possible war and the fact that Marcel had asked her to basically help him and go behind Klaus's back. Not to mention she had also seen the ghost of Klaus's father looking as alive as any other person around her.

Why couldn't she have had a normal teenage life where her only worries were about school and boys? The bitter thought came across her mind.

She gazed around the parade looking to see if she could find any familiar faces, particularly Josh or Cami. She glanced behind her and saw Klaus, Elijah and Hayley walking alongside each other at the end of the parade. For some infuriating reason, she felt butterflies in her stomach once she caught sight of Klaus. She hadn't seen him around or spoken to him in a couple of days, ever since the Harvest witch party. Just as she was about to tear her gaze away, she watched as Klaus smirked and placed his arm around Hayley's shoulder, pulling her to his side for an embrace.

Davina quickly turned back around, her face feeling warm. She could have sworn she felt slight jealousy over seeing that momentary physical interaction between the two, however she quickly brushed aside that absurd feeling.

Why was she jealous? She had no reason to be.

As she continued to sulk in silence, Genevieve placed an arm on her shoulder.

"Davina, is everything okay? Your face looks a little red."

"Huh?" Davina averted her gaze over to the concerned redhead, her face growing even more flustered. "N-no it's not." She huffed. Beside her, Monique rolled her eyes at the obvious lie.

Looking forward, Davina quickly caught sight of Cami. Sighing in relief, she took this as an excuse to get away from the witches. She had been wanting to talk to Cami anyways, she hadn't seen her the entire day.

"I'll be right back." She walked away before Genevieve could say anything else. She made her way past the crowd of people and walked over to the front of the concession where Cami solemnly walked by herself.

Davina softly placed a hand on her shoulder, causing the blonde to look over at her.

"Davina, hi." Cami mustered a small smile, leaning against the teenage girl as she pulled her in for an embrace.

"Cami, I'm so so sorry." The brunette stroked her friend's back, concerned for her friend. "How are you holding up?"

The blonde gave a heavy sigh. "Well, I've had better days, that's for sure."

Davina looped her arm around hers. "Whatever you need Cami, you know I'm always here for you." She offered the blonde a sympathetic smile.

"I know, Davina. Thank you." She returned the smile, giving the teenager's arm a small affectionate squeeze.

"Hey, Cami, Davina."

The two girls looked over at Hayley who had appeared beside them. The werewolf offered the blonde a small awkward smile.

"So, I know you don't know me, but I just wanted to say that-" she paused for a second to cough and clear her throat. "I'm sorry about your uncle. He was really...good to people like me during the storm, and I really appreciated that."

"Thank you." Cami looked over at Hayley with a raised eyebrow. "You want something, don't you?"

"Yes," admitted the werewolf with a sigh. "I'm sorry about the timing...I was just wondering, if before he died, he said anything weird about Francesca Correa? I think that she may have been involved in an attack in the bayou. If you hear anything-"

"Look, Hayley, right?" The pregnant brunette nodded.

"I'm trying, mostly failing, to stay out of all this stuff, but...she's a real bitch, so, yeah, if I hear anything, I'll let you know." Cami assured.

"Thanks. And again, sorry about your uncle."

"Me too."

After Hayley turned back around, Davina wondered what that whole deal was about. She embraced Cami one more time. "I should get back to the witches, now. I'll see you later, maybe?"

"Alright, I'll see you later, Davina."

The teen smiled and turned back around, making her way back into the crowd of people. In order to avoid brushing past everyone again, she left the parade of people and made her way across the side pavements. She paused after catching sight of Hayley in front of her, who had stopped to lean against a light post in a coughing fit. Davina stepped closer, about to ask her if she was okay until Hayley suddenly coughed up blood.

The teen's eyes widened as she watched Hayley lose consciousness and collapse on the sidewalk. She rushed over to the girl and knelt down beside her, frantically tilting her over to make sure she wasn't laying on her pregnant bump.

Davina quickly searched around, trying to search for anyone who could help her. Luckily, she caught sight of Klaus and Elijah walking nearby.

"Klaus!" She yelled.

At hearing her yell, Klaus looked over, his eyes widening once he caught sight of Hayley on the floor. Him and Elijah quickly rushed over to the girl, Elijah landing beside Davina in an attempt to check on Hayley.

"Hayley!" He frantically called out. "What happened?" His head immediately turned to Davina, demanding answers.

"I-I don't know, I saw her coughing, and then she coughed up blood and passed out."

Klaus quickly gathered the pregnant girl in his arms, lifting her up and carrying her. His gaze shot towards Davina, and she was almost taken aback by how concerned and frantic they looked.

"Get Genevieve." Was all he said.

Davina opened her mouth, confused as to why he wanted her. Shouldn't they take Hayley to a hospital?

Now!" He hissed at her, causing the young girl to jump and rush towards the parade in search of the redhead.

As soon as she caught sight of Genevieve, she called out her name, causing the older witch to look over. After quickly explaining to her what had happened, the two left and followed after Klaus and Elijah.

The five of them entered the Mikaelson compound, Klaus carrying Hayley inside with Elijah swiftly trailing behind. Klaus set her unconscious body down on a table.

"Let me see her." Genevieve stepped forward, only to be pushed back from Elijah, who had only grown more frantic at this point in concern for the girl. "Don't you touch her." He glared.

Davina awkwardly stayed back, shocked at how angry Elijah seemed considering he had always been the calm and composed one from the family.

"Let it be, Elijah. She was a nurse." Klaus quickly stepped in.

Realization hit Davina as she figured this is why he had wanted Genevieve to help.

"There's a spell I can do," Genevieve glanced over at the hybrid. "Klaus, get chamomile from the pantry."

"I can get it." Davina suddenly interjected. She wanted to help, she was a witch too, after all.

"No, Davina. Go back to the parade," ordered the redhead.

"But-"

"You better listen to her, little witch." Klaus turned his glare on her, the look on his face told her he was definitely not in the mood for playing games. Given the circumstances, she wouldn't be surprised if he had her thrown out for disobeying him.

A pang of hurt flashed across Davina's face, nevertheless she immediately complied by turning around and exiting the compound to leave them to the spell.

A few hours later, Genevieve had managed to rescue Hayley from near death by performing the spell. The said werewolf was currently resting in her room, still asleep on the bed. Klaus was sitting on a chair by her bed, checking in on her to make sure she and the baby were alright.

The brunette's eyes suddenly fluttered open as she regained consciousness. She slowly lifted her head from the pillow, wincing as she felt her head ache a bit.

"Klaus...?"

The hybrid quickly sat up from the chair to help her up into a sitting position. "I'm here," he soothed. "Easy, love. Try not to move so much."

She groaned. "My head hurts."

Klaus reached for the glass of water he had brought for her sitting on the side drawer. "Here, drink some water." He offered her the glass.

"Thanks," she murmured before taking a small sip. He kept his hand against her back in order to keep her steady.

"You've proved quite resilient, little wolf." He arched an eyebrow and smiled. "Fighters, both of you." His gaze fell on her stomach, fixated on his child she was carrying.

"I guess we've had to be, especially lately." She returned the smile. A few moments of silence passed between them as she placed the water back against the counter. She leaned back against the pillows, her gaze falling to her hands as she absentmindedly fiddled with her fingers.

Taking a deep breath, she finally said what had been on her mind earlier today.

"I've decided that I'm going to move back in."

Klaus's gaze softened. "Well, I'm relieved to hear it."

"But no mouth-breathing bodyguards, and no telling me what to do." Hayley sternly remarked.

Klaus nodded, he supposed this time he needed to respect her wishes.

"All I ask is that the child is kept safe."

"And what about me? What happens after she's born? If you try to take her away from me, I-"

"Come with me, hm?" Klaus stands up from the bed, however pauses once he sees Hayley still reluctantly staring at him. He sighed and held his hand out for her to take it. "Please. I want to show you something."

The werewolf slowly stood up, taking Klaus's hand in hers. As she paced forward, he placed an arm around her waist to help her out in case she felt any light headedness. The two of them walked into another room across from hers, a small gasp escaping Hayley as she enters.

It was a nursery for the baby that Klaus had already set up, complete with a crib, a basinet, and a beautiful mobile hanging from the ceiling, among other things. Hayley stares in surprise as she takes everything in.

"Believe it or not, Hayley, I would actually like you to be here. Our daughter should be raised by her parents, in her family home." Klaus admitted.

Hayley reached up and brushed her fingers against the crystals hanging from the mobile. "You, me, Elijah, and miracle-baby, all under one roof?" She glanced over at the father of her child and smiled. "Sounds like a bad reality show."

Klaus chuckled before sighing. He took a pause before nervously staring at Hayley. "You said you saw my father, while you were unconscious."

"Why do you call him that?" Her gaze softened. "He's not your real dad."

"He's done damage only a father could do. What did he say to you?"

Hayley gave him a soft smile before shaking her head. "Nothing true."

Klaus pondered for a moment and returned the smile, watching as she continued to walk around the nursery. Figuring he should leave her be to look around more, he turned around and left the room, making his way back downstairs.

As he neared the courtyard, the sound of the marching band continued to play in the streets as the party raged on. Children and adults alike danced in the street with brightly colored party umbrellas. Seeing Elijah standing against the gate, Klaus paused beside him.

"How is Hayley doing?" The older Mikaelson turned to his brother, concern still etched across his features.

"She's fine. She just woke up."

Elijah nodded, sighing in relief.

"She has agreed to return home to us...with her own free will." Klaus trailed off after catching sight of Marcel across the street. His eyes narrowed. His time was nearly up.

After pondering in silence for several moments, a frustrated sigh left the hybrid's lips.

"When Mikael is truly gone, do you think then I'll find peace?"

"I certainly hope so." Elijah remarked. "Although, it's not only our father who haunts you, Niklaus. You might want to make peace with the living." Klaus rolled his eyes as Elijah patted him on the back before leaving to go check on Hayley.

He continued to watch as Marcel turned and walked away into a dark alley. He quickly followed after him with vampire speed, appearing before him at the end of the alley. He stepped from the blanketed darkness and glared at the man standing before him.

"Your furlough ends when the clock strikes," he reminded.

"I'm aware. Don't worry, I intend to be far away from here by then." Marcel held up his hands in defense as he stepped closer towards Klaus. The hybrid carefully watched as the vampire began to circle around him.

"But, just because I'm across the river, doesn't mean I'm not in the game." Marcel pointed at the sky. "Full moon's coming. I know you're up to something with the wolves, and I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out what." He chuckled and angrily brushed his hand against his jaw. "Not to mention, you're trying to steal Davina away from me."

Klaus glared. "Well, you've already stolen Cami from me, so it's the least I could do."

"Doesn't matter what I do," Marcel scoffed. "Either way whenever I see this battle between you and I playing out, it ends with me and my guys dead." He continued to pace. "Or, maybe we're supposed to fall in line, pledge our allegiance to you all over again, so if we get bitten, you might deign to cure us. Is that what you're after? Because it's not gonna happen."

"Well, that will be your choice, just as you chose to bring my father to town." Muttered the hybrid, his glare only deepening and his body trembling with anger. "You, who knows better than anyone, the specific agony of a father's hatred."

"Klaus-"

"I spent decades trying to make up for what your father did!" He hissed, years threatening to spill over at the raw emotion his voice conveyed. His gaze fell to the floor as he tried to compose himself again. Once he stared back at Marcel, his face never looked more defeated.

"How did I fail?"

Marcel glared.

"Maybe the scars just ran too deep."

The two stare at each other in silence for several moments before Klaus finally sighed, turning his pained expression away.

"Goodnight, Marcellus." He murmured before taking his leave.

"You didn't fail me." Marcel's voice caused Klaus to stop as he was making his way back down the alleyway.

"You raised me," he continued. Klaus turned back around to face his gaze. "You taught me everything that I know. You taught me that I can't afford to be weak. Not when my enemies are stronger. So, whatever it is you've got coming with the wolves, just know that I'm gonna fight for my guys. I'm gonna fight for my city and I will fight until I am dead!" He growled.

"...I would expect nothing less." Narrowing his eyes, Klaus stormed off, leaving Marcel alone in the dark alleyway.

Davina was organizing the herbs in the greenhouse when suddenly a breeze of wind started to pick up again and blow through the broken windows. Feeling a piercing pain on her bandaged hand from when she did her spell earlier, she looked down and discovered the palm of her hand was bleeding again through the bandages. The teenager turned around once she began to hear the faint melody of Tim's song playing against the wind chimes again. All of the candles and the lights in the room flickered on and off.

"Tim?" Her voice trembled. "Is that you...? Once she felt a presence behind her she whirled around, coming face to face with the ghost of Mikael for the second time.

"Your friend Timothy has moved on, Davina." His steely gaze softened. "I'm truly sorry for what my son did to him."

"Go away," Davina murmured, her brows furrowing in anger.

"Don't you see, I'm the only one who can rid you of that savage beast forever. But first, my little witch, I need you. You can bring me back to life." He offered her a menacing grin.

"No, no!" Davina glared, averting her gaze away and shaking her head. "You aren't real, I said go away!" As soon as she thrust out her arm to use a spell, Mikael had disappeared yet again.

Her breath leaving her in trembling gasps, Davina quickly exited the greenhouse before he had the chance to appear before her again. She made her way back inside the coven house.

Why was she being haunted by Klaus's father? Why her?

The teen stopped in the middle of the hallway after hearing a rather loud dispute going on inside of Genevieve's room. Davina stepped back, alarmed as the door flung open and Monique exited the room in a foul mood. Once she caught sight of the other witch, Monique glared daggers at her. "What are you staring at? Get out of my way." She shoved her aside, causing Davina to yelp and fall over against some nearby furniture.

"Ow!" Protested Davina, glaring at Monique as she walked past her without a care in the world. She huffed and decided it was best to leave the coven house and take a walk, despite the dull pain she was feeling on her hand and now her ankle after Monique had knocked her over.

She made her way into the Quarter, despite it being late at night there were still people out and about in the streets continued to party. The faint sound of jazz music blared from a distance while people lined up to enter bars.

Once Davina found an isolated bench to sit on she sighed and pulled out her phone to message Josh and see if he was still awake.

"Isn't it a bit past your bedtime, little witch?"

Davina gasped and dropped her phone at the sudden voice. She wasn't aware anyone was close by. As she glanced up, her gaze met with familiar blue.

"Klaus, you scared me." She pouted, before reaching over and picking up her phone.

The hybrid stood before her, still clad in a sharp looking suit. The teen had to admit, he looked really good in it. Suddenly she found her gaze self consciously looking down at her attire. She hadn't even realized she had been wearing just a shirt and sweatpants before leaving the coven house.

"You shouldn't be out here alone, it's dangerous." He remarked.

She rolled her eyes. "Is there ever a time where you don't order me around?"

"Well I wouldn't have to if you would just bloody stay out of trouble." His eyes narrowed.

Davina sighed as she noted that Klaus had seemed to be in a sour mood for some reason. Her eyes widened in alarm once she suddenly remembered what had happened to Hayley earlier today.

"Is Hayley okay?"

"Yes, she's fine."

Davina simply nodded, relieved at the response.

Klaus gave out a soft sigh. "I...apologize, for snapping at you earlier."

"Oh, it's okay." She shrugged, feeling bewildered by the fact Klaus had actually apologized for once. "I get it, you were just worried about Hayley."

She bit her lip as they remained in awkward silence. She placed both of her hands on her lap, causing Klaus to suddenly grab her wrist once he caught sight of her bandaged hand.

"Davina, what happened?" His brows furrowed in concern.

She felt herself blush slightly once he edged closer to her. "It's nothing, I was just doing a spell."

Klaus gently pulled away from her hand. "Get up."

"What?"

"Don't make me repeat myself."

Davina scoffed and rolled her eyes before rising on her feet. As she was about to step away from the bench, she felt herself slightly staggering forward until Klaus caught her by the arm.

"Ouch," she winced and glanced down at her ankle that was bleeding now as well. As she averted her gaze back up towards Klaus, she was met with his glare. Right, she figured he had noticed it too.

"That wasn't my fault, Monique pushed me." Davina quickly tried to explain herself. Her brows furrowed in anger as she thought about how rude Monique had been to her lately. She had no idea what her problem was, but frankly she was starting to get sick of it.

Klaus sucked in a breath, he could probably care less about the quarrels between teenage girls. "Well, you're just full of surprises today, aren't you, sweetheart?" He smirked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Before Davina could respond, she felt him lean over and place his hand behind her knees before picking her up and carrying her. After she was hoisted up into his arms she gently pressed her hands against his chest in attempt to push him away.

"I-I can walk." She tried to make her voice sound angry but all that came out was a flustered mumble.

"It's better I carry you. I can assure you weigh nothing to me."

Davina huffed, that isn't what she meant.

As Klaus walked across the empty streets, she figured he was taking her back to the compound. She sighed and laced her arms around his neck, deciding to just give in and let it be. The young witch found herself slowly leaning her head against his shoulder, her face inches away from the crook of his neck. The faint smell of his expensive cologne only made her nuzzle her head into him even more.

She smiled once she felt him place a soft kiss against the top of her head.

"I take it this is your way of forgiving me?" He teased.

"Maybe."

He gave a weak chuckle before pondering on a thought for several moments.

"I found out what has been causing my nightmares as of recently." He decided to mention.

At hearing this, Davina suddenly lifted her head up in interest.

"Really?"

He nodded. "As it turns out, it's not just my father. Genevieve asked around and found out the purgatory where supernatural souls are trapped is imploding, more or less. I also made a call to a rather reluctant Bennett witch in Mystic Falls who said the same thing. The dead are being torn away into nothingness and they're not interested in going quietly."

Davina remained silent, uncomfortably shifting in his arms once the image of Mikael's ghost popped in her head.

"I apologize for accusing you, love. It was wrong of me to do so."

Her lips slightly parted in surprise as she stared up at his gaze.

"Two apologies in one day? That must be a new record for you."

"I'm serious," he sighed.

"Well...I forgive you." She murmured, surprised those words had managed to leave her mouth. Klaus stared at her in surprise as well, and the two slowly exchanged soft smiles with one another.

She reluctantly sucked in a breath, as if to prepare herself for his response at what she was about to say next.

"Then...if what you said is true, that must explain why I've been seeing your dead father."

"What?" His features suddenly darkened and he abruptly paused. Luckily they had already entered the courtyard inside of the compound before he set her down back on her feet. She sheepishly shrunk back at his towering form, his blue orbs intensely gazing down at hers.

"You saw my father?" His eyes narrowed.

She swallowed before nodding. "His ghost, he asked me to bring him back to life."

He muttered a curse under his breath. "Of course, he must need a witch to bring him back to the living."

At seeing her concerned expression, his gaze softened and he sighed before pulling her into his chest and stroking his thumb across her cheek. The teen slowly snaked her arms around his waist before his thumb brushed over to her chin to tilt her head up at him.

"Don't worry, love. He can't hurt you. It's me he wants to hurt, anyways. You needn't worry about it." He assured.

She slightly nodded.

His arm loosened around her waist as he turned away from her, and she could feel some of his warmth abruptly fade away. A certain feeling of disappointment began to tug on her mind. She hadn't been aware how much she still craved for that warmth until now. Even though it had only been a couple nights she slept away from the compound, she definitely felt the absence of his warm touch against hers. It had been lonely sleeping alone. As much as she didn't like to admit, she missed it.

Not to mention with the ghost of Klaus's father still lurking around, she didn't exactly feel the most comfortable with the idea of sleeping alone tonight.

"Klaus?" Before he could leave, her hand managed to gently catch his, she was surprised at how much smaller her hands were than his as she glanced down at their laced fingers touching one another. He turned back to face her, slight surprise crossing his features after he had felt her grabbing a hold of his hand.

His thumb reassuringly brushed against the back of her hand as she gazed up at him again.

"What is it, princess?" He raised her smaller hand against his lips before placing a soft kiss against the back of her dainty fingers. All the while, his possessive gaze was still fixated on hers.

"Can I...sleep with you tonight?" She innocently requested.

He hid a smile against her hand before grabbing a hold of her wrist and placing it back against her side, while still holding onto it.

"Of course you can, Davina." His gaze softened.

She paced forward as he pulled her along behind him, the two of them heading up the stairs.

"Wouldn't want you to wake up in the middle of the night and crawl into my bed anyways, like you normally do." He gave a mischievous chuckle.

At his remark, she huffed and rolled her eyes.