Sophie Deveraux sat down on the armchair across from the beautiful Rebekah and the narcissistic Niklaus with a blank expression on her pretty face as she folded her hands in her lap. She listened intently as she listened to their plan to find their missing brother and struggled to keep the disinterested look on her face as her anger grew with every word.

"Are you out of your mind? No way." Sophie declared firmly as she glared at the two Originals with a disbelieving frown and Rebekah sighed heavily as she leaned forward in her seat on the couch across from Sophie.

"It's very simple. We need you to perform a teeny, tiny locator spell to help us find our brother." Rebekah explained to her in a slightly condescending tone as she tried her hardest to keep her anger in check because they needed the witch's help to find Elijah.

"Witches who practice magic in this town get caught, and they get killed." The young witch reminded them in a hard voice as she moved her gaze in between the two siblings and narrowed her dark brown eyes at them almost warningly.

"Yes, about that. It seems you left out a crucial detail when we made our deal-Marcel's secret weapon, the way he knows when a witch is using magic." Klaus said to her pointedly as he pursed his lips at her and leaned his elbows on his knees as he stared straight at her as though daring her to dispute him.

"Girl about yay high, cute as a button, anger issues." Rebekah added mockingly as she held her hand in the air near her shoulder to demonstrate and Sophie felt her insides freeze with a mix with emotions as her eyes widened.

"Davina? Where have you seen her?" Sophie asked in a demand as she clenched her hands into fist and ignored the mild guilt she felt at the thoughts she was having but focused on the hope that Rebekah had unknowingly given her.

"I don't know. The little brat erased my memory right after she threw me out a window with her bloody mind." Rebekah hissed menacingly as she scowled at the memory of being bested by a 16 year old and shook her long blonde hair over her left shoulder.

Sophie felt the brief flash of hope diminish at the Originals words but tried not to show the disappointment on her face as she settled back in her seat.

"Let me cut to the chase. Davina has Elijah. You witches, I assume, want to get Davina away from Marcel. We don't know where she is. Ergo, we need magic." Klaus told the witch in a calm voice as he leaned back on the couch he was sitting on and placed his behind his head leisurely as Sophie glared at him.

"Davina would sense it." Sophie argued with a shake of her head as she crossed her ankles and dug nails into the palms of her hands to stop her from saying anything that would complicate the situation. Her parents, her sister and the elders in the coven had always berated her when she was younger for speaking without thinking but she and Imogen had ignored them as they followed no rules but their own. Sophie swallowed heavily at the thought of her lost best friend but didn't allow her thoughts to wander too far into the past.

"Unless, of course, another witch-say, a traitor to the cause, Katie for example-was to perform much more powerful magic at the same time. That would create a smokescreen, concealing your very small spell from Davina." Rebekah said with a small bloodthirsty smirk as she tilted her head to the side and tapped her boot impatiently as she waited for the inevitable to come out of the witch's mouth.

"Katie doesn't deserve to die."

"Sophie Deveraux." Klaus suddenly exclaimed loudly as he slammed his hand down on the coffee room in between them and Sophie jumped slightly as he stood up from the couch. "You're in no position to be so principled. You can't win a war without a few strategic losses, no matter how regrettable they may be. How many times have the vampires been one step ahead, known something they shouldn't? Your sister, executed in the public square for practicing magic, who knew she'd be caught? Did she even attempt to flee?"

"She was caught hiding in a cargo hold of a freighter before it set sail down the Mississippi." Sophie admitted softly as hot tears filled her dark brown eyes but she dug her nails into her palms so that she didn't cry in front of the Originals because she refused to show them weakness.

"And who, pray tell, of Marcel's valued inner circle manages his business at the docks?"

"Katie's boyfriend, Thierry." Sophie stated quietly as she closed her eyes against her tears and supressed the small swell of guilt in her stomach as she nodded her head slowly in acknowledgement to their point.

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Rebekah sat at the bar counter at Rousseau's with a half empty glass of scotch in front of her as she smiled at the blonde bartender on the opposite side of the bar.

"And so then I moved back here to be closer to my brothers because-let's face it-family's important, right, Camille?" Rebekah asked with a slight bitterness in her British accented voice as she swirled her scotch around in the glass.

"Cami. I have to change this name tag. Drunk guys keep hitting on me in French." Cami said with a small smile on her lips as she cleaned a glass with a rag and Rebekah chuckled slightly as she nodded in acknowledgment. "You sure you haven't been in here before?"

"She's a friend of mine. Maybe you've seen her with me." A voice interrupted Rebekah as she went to answer the curious blonde and Cami glanced of her shoulder with a smile at the woman who was approaching them from behind.

"Hey, Imogen! I didn't think you'd actually come. I know you avoid this place like the plague." Camille teased her friend lightly as the brunette sat down the stool next to Rebekah with a smile at the bartender and Rebekah looked between the two in confusion as to why the witch was lying about them being friends.

"Sophie's not here, right?" Imogen asked her with a quirked eyebrow as she leaned her elbows on the bar counter and Cami chuckled softly as she shook her head in answer to her friend. "Well, as long as Sophie isn't here, I can be."

"I still don't know why two don't like each other."

"And you probably never will. You aren't a psychologist yet and I'm not paying you 200 dollars an hour to listen to me bitch. You're my friend so you have to do that for free." The young witch pointed out jokingly with a smirk and Camille rolled her blue eyes at her with a small genuine smile gracing her lips for first time that day.

"You're lucky I can tolerate your weird personality. Take your alcohol and let me work." Cami said in amusement as she poured the brunette a glass of bourbon and placed it on the counter in front of her.

"You're the one who invited me down here." Imogen reminded her playfully as she wrapped her hand around the glass and risked a quick glance at the blonde Original watching the witch and bartender interact with an almost jealous expression.

"I regret it." The blonde behind the counter said drily as she kept her pretty face serious before cracking a small smile and watching away from the duo at the bar as she threw the rag over her shoulder.

"Why did you lie to her?" Rebekah asked the brunette witch next to her curiously with a slight edge of suspicious in her accented voice and Imogen took a leisurely sip of her drink as she studied the blonde next to her. With one glance, Imogen could immediately tell that the youngest Mikaelson was lonely and that was something she could relate to at the moment.

"Maybe it wasn't a lie." The witch finally said seriously as she placed her glass down on the counter in front of her and Rebekah raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow at her vague answer in question as she sipped her own glass of scotch. "Maybe it was a prediction of the future."

"Why would you want to be friends with someone that threatened to kill you?"

"If I hated everyone who threatened to kill me, I wouldn't have any friends at all. I asked around about you after our little altercation and found out that you were looking for your brother. Elijah, right? The moral Original Vampire, always wears a suit, dead sexy? You see what I did there with the dead pun?" Imogen asked airily as she tilted her head to the side and pursed her lips slightly as she swirled her bourbon around in the glass. Rebekah couldn't help but quirk a small smile at the witch's description of her brother as she nodded her head and placed her now empty glass down on the bar counter in front of her. "Family is important. I'd do anything for mine. It would be hypocritical of me to fault someone for doing the same."

"For the record, I'm glad I didn't kill you. I like you, Imogen. Most girls have the unfortunate tendency of being whiny little twits." Rebekah told the young witch nonchalantly as she pushed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and the brunette next to her laughed softly at the compliment as she downed the rest of her drink.

"Thank you. I like you, too. Most female vampires around here have the unfortunate tendency of being annoyingly high and mighty." Imogen replied with a roll of her blue eyes as she turned her body to face Rebekah and the blonde laughed slightly as she shook her head at the witch's point of view.

"Hey, I'm supposed to go to this posh charity thing thrown by this philanthropist tonight. He's a bit of a Gatsby, throws a mean party. Any interest?" Rebekah asked the young witch curiously as she bit the inside of her cheek and ignored the slight swell of guilt as a plan began to form in her mind that centred on the brunette.

"You mean the fundraiser Marcel is throwing? I already have my invite. What I don't have is a dress. Want to come shopping with Cami and I?" Imogen asked sincerely as she canted her head to the side and looked at the blonde next to her with honest blue eyes that made Rebekah feel slightly guilty as she nodded politely.

"I would love to."

"Good, because Cami may be an awesome friend but she has horrible taste in clothes!" the young witch said as she raised her voice at the end of the statement so that the bartender at the other end of the counter could hear her over the sound of the other patrons.

"Shut up!" Cami shouted back at her playfully as she poured a drink for a customer without looking at her friend and she fought the grin that spread across her lips at her friends teasing. She turned her head to look back at the brunette with a wink and saw that Imogen was sticking her tongue out at her as Rebekah tried to not laugh at their childish antics.

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Rebekah and Klaus entered the party held by Marcel arm in arm dressed in formal wear and wearing knowing smirks on their faces as they looked around the room filled with vampires and human's alike.

"Well, this certainly is a fitting backdrop for tonight's events, I must say." Klaus mused softly as he looked around at the dancing people, falling confetti and flutes of champagne that were being passed around on trays. His blue eyed gaze flickered around the crowded ballroom for any sign of Marcel as he grabbed two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter's tray and silently handed one over to his sister.

Rebekah made an appreciative noise in the back of her throat as she took the offered flute and delicately lifted it to her lips as she sipped the bubbly liquid. She ran a hand down the front of her stunning black floor length gown that she had brought earlier that day when she went shopping with Imogen and Cami.

The youngest Mikaelson couldn't remember a time when she had just been shopping with girlfriends without a devious motivation behind the event but today she genuinely had a good time shopping, getting her nails done and talking about pointless topics. Rebekah felt guilty for trying to use the young witch earlier but she had soon learned that Imogen was not one to be used or manipulated.

"Everything is in place." Rebekah murmured to her brother softly so that no vampire at the party would overhear them as she glanced at him from the corner of her eye.

"What's she doing here?" Klaus asked suddenly in a dangerously low voice as he looked at something or someone on the opposite side of the ballroom and Rebekah followed his gaze with a confused frown to see a familiar brunette.

Imogen stood near the entrance with her head held high in confidence as she looked around the room filled with vampires and smirked to herself when many heads turned in her direction. Her floor length white gown was perfectly crafted to her thin body and her long brunette hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun. She offered a passing waiter a small smile as she took the flute of champagne that he presented to her and looked around the ballroom for someone in particular.

"What better way to distract Marcel than to put his very delicate, new girl in a room chock full of vampires?" Rebekah asked rhetorically with a small smirk when she saw the anger in her older brother's eyes as he looked at the young witch and she wondered why he was having such a reaction to her presence.

Imogen's blue eyed swept around the ballroom for Marcel as she delicately sipped her champagne and she smiled when she caught sight of a familiar blonde crossing the room towards her. Rebekah sauntered across the ballroom as though she owned the entire room and people stopped to stare at the beautiful blonde but she barely noticed them.

"Rebekah. You look incredible." The young witch complimented her with a sincere smile as Rebekah came to a stop in front of her and grinned back at her with mirth twinkling in her cerulean blue eyes.

"Hello, darling. You look precious." Rebekah greeted her warmly as she grasped Imogen's forearms in her hands loosely and glanced down at her stunning gown as she nodded to herself in approval.

"This party is ridiculous. I hate these things." Imogen complained with an eye roll as she glanced around the ballroom in distaste and smiled friendly at some of the vampire's that she knew. Her blue eyes locked on the familiar man curly light brown hair and light blue eyes that she had seen around with Marcel and she noticed him running his gaze down her body but it surprise her that it wasn't in a sexual way. "Is he your date for the night?"

"He's the brother, actually, and my sister is right. You do look stunning." The man said in a British accent like Rebekah's as he approached them from behind and smiled charmingly at the young witch as she tilted her head to side in consideration.

"You clean up pretty well yourself."

"Well, don't be fooled, love. I'm the devil in disguise." He responded in amusement with a smirk on his lips as he lifted his champagne flute up to his mouth and Imogen quirked an eyebrow at him as a smirk fought its way onto her own lips, knowing very well that he was speaking the truth.

"You two chit-chat. I need booze." Rebekah said in a bored voice as she looked between the two of them with a hint of pleasure in her blue eyes and they both nodded as she turned on her heel to go find the bar.

"Shall we?" The man asked her as he held out his arm for her to take and she nodded at him as she slipped her arm into the crook of his elbow before directing her towards the opposite end of the bar that Rebekah had gone to.

"So, I already know who you are but are you going to introduce yourself?" Imogen asked him playfully with a smirk as they came to a stop at the bar counter and he chuckled softly as he held up his hand for the bartender at the other end of the bar. "You're being very rude."

"Klaus Mikaelson." He introduced himself with a self-assured smirk on his handsome face as held out a hand for her to take and the young witch smirked back at him as she placed her hand in his.

"I figured as much. Congratulations, by the way." She said to him nonchalantly as she pulled her hand away and leaned on the bar to wave impatiently at the bartender. Klaus gave her an incredulously frown as she sighed at the lack of attention from the bartender and turned back to face him with a polite smile. She tilted her head to the side in consideration when she saw the baffled expression on his handsome face. "On breaking your hybrid curse. I highly doubt anyone has said that to you, mainly because of the sacrificing and death, but breaking a curse after thousands years is no easy feat. Congratulations."

"Thank you." Klaus replied with a chuckle as he offered her a genuine smile and leaned his elbow on the bar top as he looked at her as though he was seeing her for the first time.

At the other end of the bar, Rebekah sighed slightly as the human bartender hired for the event appeared in front of her and she smiled at her flirtatiously as she leaned forward a little.

"Scotch, please." She told him softly as she batted her eyelashes slightly and he smirked back at her as he nodded in acknowledgement.

"You trying to be cute, inviting her here?" Marcel asked her as he appeared at her side with a frown on his handsome face and Rebekah sighed to herself as the bartender walked away to get her drink for her.

"I think she's darling. I can tell you fancy her pure heart. Perhaps I'll feed it to you." She said with a tight smile on her lips as she turned her head to glance at him and ignored the familiar tightening of her stomach as she swept her cerulean blue gaze over his tuxedo clad body.

"Hmm. Jealousy looks good on you, Bekah."

"You can relax. Imogen was the one to approach me, not the other way around." Rebekah admitted to him with a small smile as the bartender approached her with her glass of scotch in hand and he placed it down in front of her as he winked in her direction.

"She has no sense of danger." Marcel mumbled fondly as he looked over his shoulder at the other end of the bar where the young witch was speaking to Klaus and smiled slightly when she glanced over in his direction.

Across the room at the other end of the bar, Imogen tilted her head to the side slightly in consideration as she watched Marcel and Rebekah interact with one another and she could practically see the tension coming off the two of them.

"Earlier when we were shopping, Rebekah mentioned an on and off again relationship. The guy she was talking about... I'm sensing that would be Marcel." Imogen admitted to the hybrid next to her as she leaned her elbows on the bar counter and Klaus turned his head to follow her bluish gaze over to his darling little sister and Marcel.

"I wouldn't worry about it. Ancient history." Klaus told her honestly as he narrowed his light blue eyes at his protégé and felt a protective rage in his chest as he lifted his glass of scotch to his lips.

"I'm beginning to think your sister is a bit of a bitch." She said drily as she looked back him with a quirked eyebrow and he laughed out loud at the understatement as he nodded his head in agreement.

"It's as though she invented the term."