Klaus speeds back into the room with Sophie and drop her in a chair. "We had a deal. You protect my unborn child, I dismantle Marcel's army, and whilst I've been busy fulfilling my part of the bargain, you allowed Hayley to be attacked and almost killed by a gaggle of lunatic witches." Klaus ranted as sits down on the couch I'm on as we interrogate Sophie.

"I had nothing to do with it, I swear. Hayley and I are linked, remember? She dies, I die." Sophie defended.

"Then who were they?" Rebekah asked her.

"They're a faction of extremists. Sabine stupidly told them about some vision she had about the baby." Sophie said frustrated with the situation Sabine caused.

"The baby hasn't left the womb yet, so what vision could she possibly have?" I asked.

"She has them all the time. They're totally open to interpretation. I'm guessing she's wrong on this one." Sophie answered.

"I don't care about the amount of visions she has, it doesn't answer my question I just asked you." I said raising my voice a little.

"Pretty much that Klaus' baby would bring death to all witches." Sophie said.

"Ah, well, I grow fonder of this child by the second." Klaus said.

I grabbed a pillow from underneath me and threw it at Klaus. He dodged it and looked at me with an raised eyebrow. "Stop being evil." I told him making him chuckle a little.

"Sophie, look. I promised Elijah that I would protect the Mikaelson miracle baby whilst he tries to win your witch Davina's loyalty. Why don't you tell me just how extreme this faction is?" Rebekah asked.

"Elijah is talking to Davina?" Sophie asked with a look of excitement.

"Yeah, as we speak. I imagine." Rebekah answered.

"I'm guessing she'll have plenty to say about that crowd." Sophie said.

"Well, of course she does. After what her own kind tried to do to her there is no way she'll help us. And she's a teenager, she is as stubborn as a human one." I said and Klaus took interest in my little rant.

"Do tell." He said to me and Sophie and puts his arm on the back of the couch where my head was laying on.

I looked at Sophie. "I wasn't always an advocate for the witches. My sister was devoted like our parents, and our upbringing was very strict, which drove me nuts. The minute I turned 21, I left the quarter to travel...and play, but I wanted to be a chef. So I came back to Rousseau's." Sophie said starting her story off there.

"Where were you in all of this?" Rebekah asked me making me sigh.

"I was in bed with Angel's father. We met two months earlier at Chicago. We slept together and I never saw him again until at Rousseau's and we had too much to drink. The only reason he was even at New Orleans was because he wanted a break from his Alpha duties. I was just minding my business and running a store." I said and she nodded.

"So Angel is a hybrid then?" She asked me and I nodded my head. "The only way she can become all three is if she died. Right now she is a witch and a werewolf." I told her.

"My sister, Jane-Anne, found me and told me that the elders had voted to continue with the harvest." Sophie said.

"What the bloody hell is the harvest?" Rebekah asked her.

"It's this ritual that her coven does every 3 centuries so their bond to their ancestors will be restored. It's basically to appease them to keep their ancestral power flowing. My only problem with it is why the ancestors want to kill 4 girls that could be an descendent from them." I said. Klaus was rubbing shapes on my shoulder keeping me calm. "Why haven't I heard of this?" He asked Sophie.

"Because the Harvest Always seemed like a myth, a story passed down through generations like Noah's ark or The Buddha walking on water, the kind some people take literally and some people don't." She answered. "They has the girls of our community preparing for months. 4 would be chosen for the Harvest. They said that it was an honor, that they were special. I thought it was a myth."

"Was it?" Rebekah asked.

"No it was definitely not a myth." I said and Sophie put her head down in shame.

I heard a phone ringing and Klaus sat up from next to me so he can answer it. "Marcel, a bit early in the day for you, isn't it?" Klaus said into the phone.

"I know. I make this look easy, but I still have an empire to run." I hear Marcel say.

"Rather you than me. All that responsibility seems like such a bore." Klaus said.

"This might spice things up. I just heard about a bunch of dead witches out in the bayou, the kind of damage a werewolf might do, only there was no full moon. I have an informant out there I need to meet, and I would love for you to go with me." Marcel said.

"Dead witches in the bayou." Klaus repeated whilst he walks around the room. "Sounds like less of a problem and more like a cause for celebration." Klaus said and Sophie looks up at him with interest in their conversation.

"Well, something killed them and may still be out there, and with your blood the only cure for a werewolf bite, I would love for you to accompany me." Marcel said.

"Well, why not? I haven't been to the bayou in ages. I'm on my way." Klaus said.

"Peace out, brother." Marcel said before the line ends.

"You can't go out there now. I need to gather the witches remains and consecrate them. If I don't get to them before sundown, we lose the link to their magic." Sophie said.

"Those witches tried to kill Hayley." He points to said girls who walked into the room. "I prefer for Marcel's informant not to find anything that would lead him back to us, to her, or to, you know, that." He points at Hayley's stomach.

"You are all class." Hayley said then took a sip from her drink.

"Stay put and save the rest of your story till I return." Klaus demanded Sophie and then left the house.

"I need to get Angel up before she stays awake all night." I said getting up from the couch and walking up the stairs.