A/N: So here's the sequel to Poison & Wine! It took me FOREVER to find what I thought was a fitting title, but I believe I got it. I ran across a song by Kelly Clarkson, Beautiful Disaster, and I feel like it captures Klaus and Andy's relationship perfectly.
This first chapter is from Klaus' POV, as seen in the chapter title. The second chapter will be from Rebekah's and so on. To know who it is going to be in you'll just have to look at the chapter title.
I really hope you guys are excited for this, because I am! I've waited so long to get to here and I hope you guys love it. Let's get on to it, shall we?
Summary: SEQUEL TO POISON & WINE! Klaus loves her and he will always love Andrea Gilbert, there's no changing that. But will Andy be able to love him forever as he fights to be King of the Quarter? Klaus/OC - New readers don't have to read the first story, but it's HIGHLY recommended.
Beautiful Disaster - Chapter I
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"He drowns in his dreams / An exquisite extreme I know / He's as damned as he seems / And more heaven than a heart could hold." ~ Beautiful Darkness by Kelly Clarkson
Klaus walked through the door with his protege Marcel, listening to him boasting about his methods for providing fresh blood for his vampires. Klaus did his best to listen to him, but every now and again his mind would veer off to the thought of a certain brunette who had managed to get the better of him just like her doppelgänger before her.
Bloody Petrova women. You couldn't trust them.
As he and Marcel entered the party, they got their hands stamped with the same 'M' monogram as the flyer he had previously seen earlier in the day. He didn't comment on the monogram as they continued their path and as Marcel continued speaking. "Then, at the stroke of midnight, everything changes, and it's time to feed," Marcel led Klaus around a balcony overlooking the party. Klaus watched - with his hands behind his back - as Marcel's vampires feed ravenously on the humans, who screamed in terror.
"This is how I keep my guys happy: the occasional, all-you-can-eat buffet. My night-walkers love it. I've got 'em working hard, trying to earn one of these daylight rings. They deserve to blow off a little steam. My day-walkers, the trusted few – they just like the party," Marcel smiled down at the crowd. Klaus' eyes picked up the all to familiar crest with the 'M' monogram, as well as a coiled serpent engraved on the stone wall. He decided not comment on it once again, not wanting to start something even though it was his family's before it was Marcel's... Marcel was supposed to be apart of his family. He had, after all, saved him and made him into what he is today.
As his eyes moved around the room, he took notice of a brunette in the corner with curls... No, he was just seeing things, this girl was feeding off someone. Besides, it was just because he missed her and he was beginning to imagine her when she wasn't there. Andrea Gilbert was off enjoying her life, laughing about how she bested Niklaus Mikaelson.
She hadn't even had the decency to call to explain herself! She just stood him up at the airport after promising she was going to be there and that they could be together. He had at least expected her to come check up on Elijah, but no, she hadn't even done that. Not to mention she left his little brother Kol in his care as well. She had completely blindsided him and broke his heart, which was made him so willing to dagger his brother Elijah. Not only was he eliminating a weakness for Marcel to exploit, but since of the supernatural connection Andy had to the Originals, she suffered when any of the Mikaelsons did. He would never admit it, but it definitely weighed on him to know he had caused her pain purposely, though he tried to remind himself she brought it upon herself.
The burden of his younger brother Kol was one he did not want. Somehow, the Petrova girl had managed to convince a certain Bennett witch back in Mystic Falls to do a spell to bring his brother back. He was glad to have his brother back, but Kol was Kol after all. He was soaking up New Orleans, partying and sleeping with women every night then he slept all day. The only good thing that had happened with him was that he didn't even question Klaus when he was told that Elijah had "left" town, though he did constantly bug him about Andy, asking if he had heard from her at all. Of course, no one had because Andrea Gilbert was gone for good.
Even thinking her name was painful and made Klaus want to kill everyone in a hundred foot radius. She hurt him deeply and it was something he could never get over. He knew he would carry the human around with him forever, especially because he couldn't bring himself to throw away anything he had that had to do with her.
Klaus cleared his throat as he tore his eyes away the girl, deciding that it was not her because the curls were now a darker brown - but not as dark as her sister Elena Gilbert's - rather than the light brown they had been. Klaus looked over to Marcel as he tried pushing it out of his mind. "It's quite an operation. Tell me – what about the victims? Seems like a lot of graves to dig." He asked.
Marcel returned the look. "Can't kill 'em all. Too many folks go missing, tourism drops. So, we heal them with a little vamp blood, erase their memory, send them on their way – no muss, no fuss."
Klaus nodded, his mind now successfully moving away from her. "I'm impressed,"
Marcel nudged him slightly. "Nothing I didn't learn from you back in the day,"
Right then, a vampire of Marcel's named Thierry, approached them. Klaus didn't like the vampire, not only because the looks he threw his way but he just seemed like someone he wouldn't get along with. That had been decided after Klaus bit him the first night he had come to town and nearly killed him. "Marcel," Thierry said from Marcel's other side.
Marcel didn't turn to look at him. "'Sup, Thierry?"
Thierry said in a low tone, "Six of our guys were killed in a bar outside of the Quarter. Night-walkers. No one saw who." While Marcel received this news, Klaus' eyes unconsciously made their way back to the brunette across the room. He still couldn't see her face but could see her bite into her wrist and then feed her blood to the human. A few moments later she laid the human down on a couch and hung her head low before leaving the room.
There was something about her that was strongly like Andy, but Klaus wasn't sure what it was. He wanted to know so he excused himself before following after the vampire. By the time he got outside, she was gone, and he didn't even pick up on a scent. Odd.
Klaus went back in and ended up staying for another hour with Marcel as he tried handling those vampire deaths. He mostly fed and mingled with a few women that all had brown eyes and brown hair. After that he went back home and walked into his study with the intention of drawing a little to find the wolf looking through his sketch book.
"You draw that Gilbert girl a lot, you realize that, right?" Hayley asked as she turned another page. She didn't look up as he entered.
"What are you doing in here?" He growled as he moved over and snatched it away.
She looked up at him, folding her arms over her chest. "I came in here to read a book and that was open... I got curious when I saw it was her on the first few pages and so I wanted to see how many more pages had her on them. She's on them all."
Klaus glared at her a moment before opening a drawer, shoving the sketch book in, and closing it. "You should get some rest," He said as he started to leave the room.
"Why don't you look for her?"
He stopped and turned around to Hayley. "What did you say to me?"
She stood and came to stand in front of him. "It's obvious you're in love with her, Klaus. It was obvious when we were together that night and it's obvious now. Shouldn't you be trying to find her, to get an explanation for whatever she did to you? I don't think you're ever going to forget her until you get closure from her."
"I have other things on my plate than scouring the Earth for her," He spat. "I have a kingdom to reclaim and a child on the way."
Hayley started walking away but then turned to face him again. "She loves you, I could see that when she walked in on us... Besides, if she's worth it, then I think the kingdom can wait. As for the baby, we've still got quite a few months." Hayley instinctively out her hands over her stomach before turning and walking away this time.
Klaus turned back to the study and looked out the window. Of course he wanted to find Andy, but he was honestly scared of what she would say. She would most likely laugh in his face and then say that she never had any intention of being with him, maybe adding that it was always Elijah, but she didn't know how to let him down until then. So he decided she could wait and he did have bigger things to deal with at the moment, though she was most definitely worth putting hold on taking Marcel's throne from him.
The next morning he had just finished getting ready to go meet Marcel when he heard a familiar voice downstairs. "Klaus! Get out here and tell me what you've done with our brother, you narcissistic, back-stabbing wanker!"
Sighing he headed towards the voice. As he opened a pair of doors and entered the room, he spoke, "Enough with all the shouting. Little sister, I should have known. I assume the six dead vampires were your doing?" He stopped in front of her.
Rebekah slightly scoffed. "They were very rude... Trying to victimize a poor, innocent girl just trying to find her way to the Quarter. So sorry, were they friends of yours? Oh, that's right, you don't have any friends,"
Klaus narrowed his eyes. "I do have friends. I have Marcel. You remember him, don't you?" Her expression gave her away, and he reveled in it. "Yes, of course you do. He fancies himself the 'King of the Quarter' now, and he has these rules about killing vampires. It'll be fun to see what sort of punishment he comes up with for you."
Rebekah folded her arms and scoffed. "I don't care about Marcel or his rules. Elijah doesn't welch on deals. What did you do to him?"
Klaus kept his face and tone neutral, making sure not to give away anything. If he made even a little twitch she would catch on to his lie. "Perhaps he's on holiday... or taking a long autumn nap upstairs," Rebekah frowned and started to leave the room. "Well, go on. Take a look around. You remember this house as well as I." Rebekah suddenly turned back to face him, her anger evident on her face.
"I remember everything," Rebekah spat bitterly. "I remember how the drunken fool of a governor hid away all of our vampire sins in exchange for gold. I remember the lavish parties the governor threw, as if to impress you. I remember finding a moment of affection with the governor's son, Emil. And I remember that even Elijah was happy." Rebekah had moved back over to stand in front of him now.
He just sat down in a chair and rested his arms on the armrests. "Well, he wasn't good enough for you."
"No one was ever good enough for me, Nik, you made sure of that," She folded her arms over her chest. "Now where is Elijah?"
Klaus' phone started buzzing in his pocket. He checked it and saw it was Marcel, asking to meet him for a drink. He stood and moved to leave.
"Where are you going?" Rebekah demanded from behind him.
"It appears the night is not quite over, yet. I'm off for another drink with Marcel," He said nonchalantly as he went out of the room and towards the door with his sister on heels.
"Elijah told me about your plan to take apart Marcel's empire piece by piece. I don't remember it involving you two drinking New Orleans dry together."
"I know you don't have many friends, Rebekah, but what some friends do when they get together is they drink. And when they drink, they tell secrets. Marcel has somehow found a way to control the entirety of witches in the Quarter, and I aim to uncover the 'how' so I might take it for myself. Finding Elijah didn't make my to-do list today," Klaus turned and walked to the door, but paused before he left. "Oh, and welcome home, little sister."
Just as he was going to shut the door, "What about Andy?" rung out behind him.
He stopped, his chest tightening a bit. Of course Rebekah would ask, Andy and her were mates. "What of her?"
"I watched her get on the bloody plane, Nik. Where in the hell is she?" Rebekah demanded. "When I got back from my trip I asked around and she's not contacted anyone in Mystic Falls since she left, including her brother and sister, despite promising to keep in touch everyday."
Klaus swallowed. "She's not of my concern anymore." He said coldly before slamming the door shut behind him.
If Rebekah saw her get on the plane, then where was she? And why hadn't he seen her get off the plane even though he was there? None of it made sense, and he sure as hell wasn't going to start believing that it was a possibility she was kidnapped. Somehow, thinking she didn't want him was easier than thinking she was locked up somewhere, being tortured for the past couple months... If she wasn't already dead. She wouldn't be suffering if it was the first choice.
No, he refused to believe she was in a predicament. Andy was strong, she'd never allow that to happen to herself.
As he continued in his way to meet up with Marcel, his mind kept on going back to it despite his efforts to think of anything else. He just wanted to leave Andy behind, but he knew he never could no matter how hard he tried. Not only did he not want to, but Klaus couldn't move on. Andy was literally apart of him, like his heart or his lungs. He needed her to survive, and her being away from him was like he was slowly desiccating.
Klaus forced his mind away from the topic as he entered the bar to see Marcel was already drinking. "Well, this is a far cry from last night's party," He said to him as he sat across from him, but Marcel wasn't looking at him. Turning his head to see what Marcel was distracted by, Klaus saw the brave bartender Cami sitting in the bar, writing. He remembered their brief conversation as they watched the man paint. He was interested in her, definitely, but not romantically. He was already taken by someone and didn't plan to have a side fling just in case the girl he waited for ever showed up again. That had already happened once with Hayley and Andy didn't react well despite her having no right to be jealous since they weren't together at the time. "Ah, in pursuit of the bartender from 'Rousseau's,' I see." Klaus commented as he looked back at him.
Marcel looked down at his drink with a small smile. "She's a work in progress,"
"And yet here you are, pining over her when you should be eating her for lunch. Oh, she must be special," Klaus chuckled as the waitress brought over a drink for him. He instantly took a large swig from the glass.
Marcel exhaled and sat forward. "Business first. The coroner called. He's got my number in case any dead tourists show up,"
Klaus sighed. "Let me guess – dead tourists with a stamp on the hand and vampire blood in their veins?"
Marcel shrugged. "It happens. Someone takes a drunken tumble off a balcony, or into the Mississippi... And today I got two of them to deal with."
Klaus was listening, but he couldn't resist standing when he heard that Cami was gathering her things and leaving. He blocked her way with a charming smile. "Excuse me. What's that you're studying?" He refused to call her "love" despite being tempted to, he had decided to save that for just one special girl.
"Abnormal psychology," She said, staring at him with uncertainty.
"Abnormal psychology, well," Klaus glanced back at Marcel, his smile growing. "Perhaps you could help me diagnose my friend over here. He's been a little bit depressed, can't keep his mind off a girl. He tells me she's a queen, fit for a king. I think he should cut his losses and move on. What's your professional opinion?" Truthfully, Klaus had been speaking about Andy, but it fit for Marcel and Cami, too.
Cami looked to Marcel. "Be a nice guy, and maybe the opportunity will present itself some day,"
"How about tonight, nine o'clock? I'll meet you right here?" Marcel sat forwards and smiled at her.
"I'll take it under consideration," Cami responded before leaving.
"Mm, harsh," Marcel said as he leaned back in his chair.
Klaus chuckled as he sat down again. "I daresay I've lost my touch. Or you've lost yours," They smiled at each other, sipping their drinks. Klaus felt a part of him break slightly, realizing that he had lost his touch the moment he fell in love with Andy. "So why didn't you go up to her yourself?" Klaus asked as he cleared his throat and tried to steer his thoughts away from her.
Marcel chuckled. "Well, my friend told me I should, but I don't know,"
"Your friend?" Klaus raised an eyebrow.
"She's one of my vampires," Marcel explained with a slow nod. "I turned her myself, actually. She's one of the few I have."
"You two aren't together?"
Marcel made a sour face. "No, she's like a sister. Best girl you'll ever meet, though."
Klaus finished off drink and ordered another one. "I've met Thierry, your right hand man, so why haven't I met her?"
"She's a little shy you could say, plus she's got a kid she looks after,"
Klaus raised his eyebrows in shock. "What?"
"Don't ask, it's a very long story," Marcel shook his head as he stood. "Anyways, like I was saying before, I'm going to recruit some new vampires, I thought you'd be interested in seeing that process."
Klaus agreed and followed after Marcel, wondering if the brunette he had seen last night was Marcel's friend. It would explain why she left the party so quickly. Klaus' interest was piqued now and he wanted to meet her.
After Marcel showed him how a vampire is allowed to stay or not by proving their loyal, which was actually very interesting to watch, Marcel told him he would meet him at the bar.
Once there, Klaus ordered a drink and started to drink. He had been drinking a lot more after being left by Andy. She was an alcoholic so while he was in Mystic Falls he hadn't drunk no where near as he was now. It had only been once a week if even that. Now it was every other hour if not more than that.
"There you are, brother," Klaus resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his little brother. Kol took a seat beside him and ordered a drink. "Rebekah told me you were out with what's-his-face."
"Marcel," Klaus said between gritted teeth before finishing off his fourth drink and ordering another.
"Uh oh, you're drowning your sorrows, older brother," Kol said as he sipped on his drink. "I shall assume it has to do with Rebekah's appearance and her revelation of our dearest Andy."
Klaus looked over at him. "First of all, Andrea Gilbert is nor has ever been yours."
"And she was only yours for ten minutes," Kol shot back. "Andy and I had a healthier relationship than the two of you did."
"Kol, do you fancy having your spleen?"
"Very much,"
"Then shut up before I rip it out and feed it to you," Kol laughed in response and before Klaus could react, he spotted Marcel walking over to them with a slightly upset expression, though he was obviously trying to hide it. "I know that face – woman trouble." He said to Marcel rather than berating Kol.
"You're a dick, you know that? Why didn't you tell me your sister's back in town?" Marcel asked as he walked to his side.
Klaus finished off his fifth drink. "Well, I thought it would be more amusing for you to find out for yourself,"
Marcel glanced over at Kol who had now moved onto flirting with a girl nearby. "Is there anything else that I need to know?"
Klaus took a second before responding. "Only that she's grown considerably more insane in the last century."
"Or maybe that it was her who killed my guys?"
Klaus decided to clear his sister's name. "Doubtful. Unless that biker bar is frequented by small-town, high school quarterbacks, I can't imagine she'd be interested," Klaus glanced over at Kol. "And that one over there was busy last night with yet another woman, so it was not him." He saw Kol smirk but he didn't look over and acknowledge Klaus.
At that very moment, Marcel's phone rang and he answered it. Klaus listened in with his vampire hearing as Marcel faced away from him. "Yeah?"
"Just got a tip – someone saw a werewolf in Bienville Park."
"Get a couple night-walkers to run it down. Bring me back its head." Marcel hung up and stared at his screen for a moment.
"Well, I guess that solves the mystery of the murdered riffraff. At least my sister's in the clear," Klaus said.
"About that. I don't have time for Mikaelson family drama. You're my guest – keep your sister and your brother in line,"
Klaus responded, his voice rising as Marcel left, "I'd have a greater chance of draining the Mississippi with a straw!" After Marcel was gone he stayed for another drink as he kept an eye on Kol attempting to seduce a redhead with no avail. The redhead had no interest in his brother whatsoever and made it known by focusing on her book.
Klaus almost went over to pull Kol away when he got a call from Rebekah that she had killed some of Marcel's vampires that had tried attacking Hayley. He started to leave and looked back to see if Kol was going to come, but he was now busy doing shots with a dark haired girl. Rolling his eyes Klaus left.
Klaus gathered all the bodies of the vampires and brought them back to his place. Once he threw the final body onto the small pile in the front courtyard he began berating Rebekah and Hayley for their behavior. "This is why I told you never to leave the house. Werewolves are banned in the Quarter. I had a plan, and your little nighttime stroll put it all in peril! Leave him!" Klaus shouted as Rebekah had started walking toward the pile of bodies – one of them was still alive – but at his last command, she stopped.
"You've done enough, don't you think? Leaving a trail of bodies like a road map to my door?" Klaus growled and glared at her.
Rebekah scoffed. "If I hadn't overheard this lot bragging about werewolf heads, everyone here would be screwed. And don't give me that crap about having a plan. You've had all the time in the world to execute a plan, and no one's seen you do a damn thing! Elijah made a deal to protect your child, so that it could save you from your selfish, rotten self. But you obviously don't give a damn about the child or Elijah, because what have you done to honor it?"
"I have done everything. Let me spell it out for you, shall I? From the day I arrived, Marcel hasn't trusted me. From Day One, he's had his vampires ingest toxic vervain which, as you know, little sister, protects them from my mind control," Klaus began explaining what he's been doing. "I needed a spy, someone on the inside with me who Marcel would never suspect. So, I created a Day Zero and got there first. Marcel had just lost six vampires, thanks to your little murder spree, and he needed new recruits. So, I made the new one mine, before he'd had even a drop of vervain... But we all know the real way to a man is through his heart, so... " Klaus explained how he compelled Cami into giving Marcel a chance to keep an eye on him, something he did not feel guilty about whatsoever.
After finishing telling about that, Klaus grabbed the vampire that's still alive from the pile. "And this one – I'm gonna drain him of vervain, compel him to believe his mates found religion and moved to Utah, so that he can explain to Marcel why he lost three more vampires tonight." He said before dragging the vampire into the house with Rebekah and Hayley on his heels. "Does anyone have any more questions? No? Good, because I have a question," He spun to face the woman carrying his child. "Hayley, what were you doing in the bloody French Quarter in the first place?" Hayley looked away from him. "Answer me!"
"Leave her be," Rebekah snapped.
Hayley took a step towards him. "You wanna know what I was doing? I was buying poison, so I could put your little baby out of its misery,"
Klaus finally felt his anger take control and ran at her with vampire speed and pinned her to the door by the neck. She gasped for air under his grasp. It felt good to be getting all the anger he had built up in the past months against Andy, though he didn't want to choke her like he was trying to to the woman who was carrying his child.
"Nik! Nik!" Rebekah yelled from behind him before she managed to push him off of Hayley and grab him by the shoulders. Hayley coughed and spluttered from behind Rebekah. He stared down at his little sister with watery eyes, realization at what he had done hitting him. "Keep your hands off her! She is pregnant, for God's sake! All of this bluster about not wanting the child, and then the second she tells you she's ready to get rid of it? It's okay to care. It's okay to want something. That's all Elijah was trying to do, all he's ever wanted for you. All we've ever wanted."
Klaus, calmed down but reeling from being confronted with his feelings, sat down on the stairs. Tears remained in his eyes as Rebekah sat beside him. "I gave Elijah to Marcel," He admitted in a small voice.
"What?"
"Marcel was nervous. It's bad enough one Original returned to town, but three? His crew was getting antsy. He wanted Elijah gone, so... I gave him a peace offering," Klaus couldn't bring himself to look at his sister. "And I wanted Andy to hurt."
"You bartered our brother because you wanted Andy to hurt?"
Klaus finally looked over at her. "I have a plan. Gain Marcel's trust, dismantle his empire, honor Elijah's wish that that baby be born. I am executing that plan the only way I know how. If you don't like it, there's the door. See if I care." Klaus stood and left the room, dragging the vampire behind him.
After tying up the vampire and beginning to drain him, Klaus went to bed. That night, he had nightmares about Andy being tortured.
She was in a dark room with only a spotlight on her. He wasn't tied down, but it was like there was a clear wall between them that he couldn't break down. Mikael tortured her, stabbing her in places such as her Achilles heel that he knew hurt. All he could do was sit there and watch, feeling like everything was happening to him.
Needless to say, he didn't sleep for long at all.
When he got up the next morning, he found himself going into Hayley's room to find she was sleeping. Silently he watched her for a moment before he reached into her bag, withdrawing from it the vial of wolfsbane. He still couldn't believe she had almost killed his child... He opened it and lifted it to his nose to smell, when Hayley spoke up. "I didn't use it," She said.
Klaus closed the lid and looked over at her to see her staring at him. "You're awake." He stated.
"I could barely sleep all night. This house is like a freaking swamp sauna," She exhaled as she sat up in bed while Klaus stared out the window.
"What stopped you? You could have been free of all of this... of me," His eyes went back to her.
Hayley looked down at her hands for a moment. "Yeah, well... when I was fighting off those vampires, I – I realized I wasn't just protecting myself. Maybe it has to do with the fact that my birth parents gave me up, and my adopted parents kicked me out. All I know is push came to shove, and... I realized I wouldn't let anyone hurt it."
Klaus took a step closer to her, feeling a little better about this wolf carrying his child. "I'm beginning to think we're a lot alike, you and I. We're both castoffs who have learned to fight when we're backed into a corner."
"Well, we're backed into a corner now," Hayley smiled without any humor. He felt a pang of affection for the girl, though not romantic, and he admired her in that moment.
"Ah, that we are. It's time to fight... little wolf," After gently placing a hand on Hayley's shoulder, Klaus backed away and moved to leave.
"This whole thing with Marcel – the deal you have with the witches, trying to take him down, take what's his – Rebekah told me that you two once loved each other like family. What happened?"
Klaus looked back at her over his shoulder. "I made Marcel everything that he is. I treated him like a son. And when my father chased me and my family from New Orleans a hundred years ago, we believed Marcel was killed – we each mourned him, in our own way. Yet, when I returned, I found not only had he survived, he had thrived. Instead of seeking us out, instead of sticking together as one, he made a choice to take everything my family had built and make it his own. Now, he is living in our home, he is sleeping in our beds. That 'M' he stamps everywhere... it's not for 'Marcel'. It's for 'Mikaelson'. I want it all back, and if I have to push him out to get it, then that's exactly what I'll do. I'll have someone see to the air conditioning." Klaus left Hayley's room and hurried down the stairs, only to meet Rebekah as she entered the front door.
"You were right. The girl, Cami – she's the key. Marcel likes her, and because of that I got to see the secret weapon of his that you've been going on about," Rebekah said.
Klaus folded his arms. "Well, don't stand on ceremony. What is it?"
"It's not a 'what', it's a 'who'. A girl, Davina. She can't be more than sixteen, and I have never felt power like that."
Klaus felt stupid for not realizing it earlier. Of course it was... "A witch," He said, finishing his thought aloud.
Rebekah nodded. "She's not just any witch, she's something I've never seen before, something beyond powerful, and now because of you she has Elijah. Who knows what she could do to him."
"Where is she?"
Rebekah stopped to think, then looked confounded. "That clever bitch. I don't know."
"What's wrong?"
"She wiped my memory of the location," Rebekah walked past him then turned back to face him. "Marcel possesses a weapon bigger and more powerful than an Original, and you handed our brother to him! How many times will Elijah forgive you? How long until his hope for your redemption finally dies?"
Klaus looked at her, hurt by her words. "I did what I had to do! Marcel took our home!"
"And our home is worthless without family. I am finding Elijah – whatever it takes. Are you going to help me?"
Klaus nodded. "Whatever it takes,"
"I'm in as well," Kol said as he came down the stairs with a smirk. "Things have gotten quite boring around here. We could use some excitement."
Rebekah rolled her eyes and then she stilled for a moment. "Klaus,"
Her voice was frightened and filled with sadness. He looked over to see her expression had both those emotions mixed together. "What is it, Rebekah?"
"She tried to make me forget, but apparently this didn't wipe from my memory... There was someone there with that witch," Rebekah had a solemn look on her face, she was obviously disturbed by whatever information she held.
"Who?" Kol asked.
When Rebekah looked to meet his eyes, Klaus knew. He knew exactly who she meant even without saying it. "Andy," He said, his voice breaking and filled with pain.
That meant Andrea Gilbert was in New Orleans... She wasn't happily living her life somewhere else, no, she was stuck in Marcel's city. She was being kept prisoner by Marcel all this time and he hadn't even known. She was under his nose this entire time but he had missed it and he had hated her for hurting him. He had wanted her to suffer and he daggered his brother so she would. He had made it worse for her.
Yes, he was definitely going to find her now.
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A/N: So that explains where Andy has been - BUT NOTHING IS EVER AS IT SEEMS! This will move quickly, though we won't actually see Andy until chapter four or five so the explanation won't be until then. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and leave a review as to what you think!
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