Marcel stared down at the grey desiccated face of the handsome Elijah Mikaelson with a frown on his face as he knelt down next to the coffin the Original was lying lifeless in. He glanced over his shoulder at the young witch that was staring out of the church attic window at the French Quarter with a longing expression on her pretty face and he sighed a little in defeat because he knew that he was in part to blame for her melancholy.

"This sucker's resilient. He's like a cockroach in a suit." He uttered quietly as he looked back down at the corpse of the oldest Mikaelson and tilted his head to the side in consideration before pushing himself to his feet. "Doesn't matter. Time to give ol' Elijah back to Klaus, anyway."

"You asked me to figure out a way to kill the Originals. I'm not done! The silver dagger hurts them, but that's it." Davina protested in a hard tone as she turned around to face him with a frown on her face and he sighed heavily as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

"Davina, we've been through this. Klaus saved my life, I owe him one. Since he wants his brother back- " Marcel trailed off with a pointed look in her direction as he offered her a small smile and she huffed in annoyance as she looked away from him.

Davina couldn't help but feel a little discouraged that she hadn't been able to find a way to help Marcel by finding a way to kill the Old Ones. She had all this magical energy flowing through her veins but she was completely hopeless to control it and it was times like this that she missed having someone that understood the electricity that came from using magic.

The last eight months had been incredibly lonely for her as she sat up in the church attic with no one but Marcel to speak to and no knowledge of the outside world other than letters that she had gotten from Imogen every month.

"Tonight's the annual Dauphine Street Music Festival. I wanna go. Please?" Davina asked desperately as she looked back at the dark skinned vampire with wide pleading blue eyes and she grasped her hands in front of her in a begging motion.

"The whole point of you being up here is so you're never spotted out there. You know who works smack in the middle of Dauphine Street? Sophie Deveraux. Pain-in-the-ass witch and you know what the witches will do to you if they find you."

"But you control the witches. Make her go away!" She exclaimed angrily as she stepped closer to him with her arms thrown out to the side in frustration and Marcel shook his head at her sadly in rejection as she pouted. "Marcel, its one night!"

"I said 'No'." Marcel told her firmly as he looked her right in the eye so she would know that he wasn't kidding around and tried to ignore the guilt he felt in his stomach as he saw her blue eyes dull slightly. He turned his back on her as he began walking towards the door that lead out of the attic and Davina stiffened in anger as she lifted her chin defiantly in the air with a blank expression on her pretty face.

"I do anything you say, but sometimes I think you forget what I'm capable of. Did you know I can make someone's blood boil? All I have to do is focus." The young witch said confidently as she narrowed her bluish green eyes at the back of his head and imagined his blood bubbling to a boiling point.

Marcel felt his entire body start to burn as he froze in shock at the door to the attic and he squeezed his eyes closed in agony as he felt his knees go weak but he stayed standing. He looked down at his hand and saw that it was covered in sweat from the heat coming from his blood as he heard a faint hiss from inside his body.

Davina smirked in satisfaction as he slowly turned around to face her with a pained expression on his handsome face and she narrowed her blue eyes at him as she quirked an eyebrow.

"Fine. We compromise, all right?" he ground out in between his teeth as he gave her a tight smile and she loosed the grasp on her magic so that it wasn't harming him anymore. Marcel sighed in relief slightly as he looked at her proudly for standing up for herself and he had to smirk at the resemblance between Davina and another young witch with blue eyes. "You going out alone-too dangerous. But, you wanted to see Imogen, right?"

"Imogen?" she whispered in a mixture of surprise and awe as she froze in her place and felt her eyes go wide as she stare at the dark skinned man in front of her.

"Maybe you can ask her to accompany you yourself." Marcel said to her with a sly grin on his lips as he watched a wide smile spread across her pretty face and she began bouncing on the heels on her feet as she fought the tears that had sprung to her eyes. "I'll be back in a minute."

Davina nodded rapidly in ascent as she clasped her hands in front of her mouth to stop herself from squealing happily in anticipation and he chuckled at her thrilled expression before turning around to stroll out of the attic door.

Downstairs in the old church, Imogen sat impatiently on the pew closest to the alter as she tapped her foot on the ground and glanced around at the walls as she tried to control the urge to run up the stairs to the attic where she knew Davina was. Marcel had made her promise to wait downstairs until he came and got her but it was proving to be difficult and she was growing more impatient by the second.

Marcel reached the bottom of the staircase with a smirk on his lips and saw the brunette lying down on the pew with her arms crossed over her stomach as she waited for him impatiently.

"Hey, pretty girl. You ready?" he asked her with a charming smile as he approached where she was lying and her bluish eyes fluttered open as she smiled softly at him before sitting up on the pew.

"More than." She chirped happily as she stood up from her seat and practically had to stop herself from skipping as she walked over to the bottom of the stairs where he was waiting for her. Imogen was sure that Marcel could hear her heart pounding with nerves as they made their way up to the attic and she took a deep breath as she tried to control her heart rate.

The last eight months of not seeing Davina had been torture for Imogen because not knowing exactly what was going on with the younger girl or if she was hurting in anyway, caused her heart to physically ache. She could stop the near silent gasp that escaped her when her gaze landed on the perfectly healthy teenage girl standing in the middle of the attic with a giant grin on her soft features and she blinked back tears as she ran forward as quickly as she could.

Davina's breath caught in her throat as she caught sight of the brunette woman who stepped into the room and her bluish eyes instantly filled with fresh tears as her lower lip trembled slightly. She watched as Imogen raced across the room without saying a word and she failed to repress the happy smile on her face as she was encased in the taller girl's tight embrace.

"I missed you." The younger witch murmured through her tears as she buried her face in the other brunettes shoulder and had to stop herself from sobbing when Imogen soothed her long hair back familiar.

"Oh, I've missed you too, little sister." Imogen whispered to her honestly as she pressed a kiss to the crown of the shorter girls head and closed her eyes tightly as tears sprung to her eyes. For years, Davina had been the only thing keeping her head above water and the last eight months were the hardest she had ever lived through.

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Niklaus Mikaelson sauntered into Rousseau's with a self-assured smirk on his handsome face as though he owned the entire world and many people turned to subtly look to him as he passed by them. Many of the humans who didn't know about the supernatural world merely thought of him as a good-looking man that they didn't have a chance with and many of the daywalking vampires looked at him with a mixture of distrust and fear.

He had always given him a great deal of satisfaction when humans or vampire's alike treated him with trepidation and no one other than his siblings had ever stood up to him but that had changed in the recent months.

A blonde baby vampire by the name of Caroline Forbes had shown courage that he hadn't seen from vampire's twice her age and all for the benefit of her friends and family instead of herself. The first moment he had seen her Klaus had been shocked to his very core by her beauty and since he had inadvertently risked her life and then saved her life on her birthday, Caroline Forbes had completely invaded nearly every thought I had. She was beautiful, strong and full of a light that he couldn't come close to touching and the gorgeous blonde had him wrapped around her little finger with one flash of her exquisite smile as he couldn't imagine anyone being able to say no to her. This baby vampire had the most powerful creature in the world on his knees and she had no idea of her effect on him.

Putting any thoughts of Caroline out of his mind, he strolled over to the counter in the middle of the bar where another strong-willed blonde was standing behind the bar.

"Hello, Cami." Klaus said politely to the young blonde who was wiping down the counter with a rag and she jumped in surprise at his sudden appearance as she spun around to face him with wide blue eyes.

Camille O'Connell was instantly bombarded with memories of that morning in the hybrids study and she stumbled back a little as she stared at the vampire in front of her with wide eyes.

"How is it that when you come up to me now, and no one else is around, I suddenly remember that you just told me you're a vampire, and you're mind-controlling me? And then you leave, and then I go back to thinking you're just some hot guy with a cute accent and money to burn on your sprawling memoir?" Cami asked him in curious voice as she tilted her head to the side and blinked once as the memories cleared in her mind. She watched cautiously as Klaus placed his elbows on the counter and leaned in towards her so that no one would over hear them.

"Well, that's how compulsion works, love." He replied in a low voice that only she could hear as he tried to supress an amused smile at her curiosity and she subtly rolled her eyes at him as she stepped forward tentatively.

"Yeah, but what's happening? Is it hypnosis? Are my neurons being shut down somehow?"

"You're always the curious scholar." he stated with a smirk as he sat down on one of the empty stools on the other side of the counter and Cami blushed slightly at his words as she threw the cloth she was using in the sink behind her. "But we have to discuss other riveting subjects, like your lovely friend Imogen and her handsome suitor, Marcel."

"Excuse me? My private life is- "Cami started to protest indignantly as she shook her blonde head back and forth with a frown on her lips and Klaus rolled his light blue eyes at her as he leaned forward to look her in the eye.

"Your private life is, as it turns out, essential to my plans." Klaus interrupted her quickly as he gave her a pointed look and she scowled at him as she placed her hands flat on the bar top. "You see, Marcel wants your delightful little friend. And, because of that, he will trust her, and she trusts you, which serves me. The thing is, the French Quarter is on the verge of war. On the one side there's me, and on the other, Marcel. Along with a very powerful witch and an army of vampires. And I want to know what side Imogen lands on."

"What's Imogen got to do with a vampire war?" the blonde asked him in confusion as she frowned in concern for her brunette friend because she was the one person in New Orleans that had brought a little bit of light into her life since Sean had died.

"Oh, didn't I mention? Imogen's a witch."

"What!?" Cami asked loudly in shock as her mouth fell open and her blue eyes widened comically much to the Original hybrids amusement. Klaus pressed his lips together in a tight line to keep from laughing at the humorous picture she made as he tilted his head to the side and she closed her mouth when she realised that she was standing there stupidly. She ducked her head in embarrassment as she cleared her throat and tucked a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear as he chuckled silently.

"Now, let's talk about Marcel and Imogen. Do you have a little information for me?" He asked her calmly as she looked back up at him with hesitant eyes and she shifted on her feet as she internally debated whether or not to tell him what she knew.

"Imogen told me that Marcel's bringing someone to the music festival tonight. A girl he's mentoring. Apparently she's going through a hard time. Rebelling against authority, anger issues, that sort of thing. She asked if I was going to the festive but I said no." Cami informed him honestly in a small voice as she nervously ran her tongue over her upper lip and tried to ignore the guilt she felt at disregarding her friend's privacy.

Klaus knew immediately that the girl Cami was speaking of was indeed the young witch Davina but he had no idea why Imogen was accompanying the duo to the music festival other than the fact that maybe Marcel was using the witch as a means to show Imogen he's humanity as a seductive technique.

"I'm going to go ahead and insist that you change your answer to 'yes'." He told her in a polite tone but there was an undeniable authority in his voice and Cami stared at him defiantly for a moment as he quirked an eyebrow at her blank expression.

"You're going to force me to do this, aren't you? Why even bother with politeness?"

"Because I like you. I like the way your mind works. Under different circumstances, I think we might be friends. However, I don't have the luxury of passing up tonight's opportunity. You see, in addition to being Marcel's rather potent secret weapon, this girl, Davina, is holding my brother captive. In other words-"Klaus said calmly before leaning forward on the counter so that her blue eyes caught his and she watched in a thrall as his pupils dilated, "-the girl needs your help. Call Imogen. Tell her you're happy to go along."

"I'll be happy to go along." She repeated robotically as she stared into his light blue eyes and Klaus smiled in satisfaction as he broke the invisible connection between them. The bartender blinked her eyes in surprise as she frowned in confusion and immediately reached for her cell phone from the inside of her apron. "I don't want to do this. Imogen is my friend."

"I just need you to be my eyes and ears tonight, that's all." He assured her in a soft voice as he sat back on the stool and watched with a small smirk as Cami dialled a familiar number by memory on her phone.

"Hey, good looking." A familiar female voice said through the phone speaker as the blonde held the cell up to her ear and ducked her head to hide the smile that appeared on her lips at the sound of her friend's voice from the man in front of her.

"You do know this is Cami and not Marcel, right?" the blonde asked teasingly as she placed her elbow on the counter top and tried to ignore the holes that Klaus was burning into her as she looked away from him.

"Hm. It's amazing what caller ID does. What's up?" Imogen asked through the phone as Cami swallowed back the guilt in her stomach at what she was doing to her friend then though she wasn't actually doing anything as of yet and pursed her lips together as she tucked her blonde hair behind her ear.

"Well, I was able to get off of work early so I can meet up with you and Marcel tonight."

"Really? That's awesome. What time do you finish so we can meet up with you at Rousseau's?" the young witch asked excitedly as Klaus smiled in approval at the direction that the conversation was taking and Cami bit the corner of her lower lip in shame as tears filled her blue eyes.

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Marcel's dark gaze swept over the assembly of vampire's in front of him as he stood at the entrance of Dauphine Street where the music festive was taking place and he smirked a little at the loyalty he had over the vampires of the Quarter. He looked around at the vampire's that had become his family since he took over control of New Orleans and smiled genuinely at how much had changed from the 1800's when he was a slave to the governor.

"Big event tonight, a lot of people drinking, a lot of eyes watching. I don't want any trouble, which means no witches except for Imogen. Send word through the Cauldron-any witches other than her come here, we kill them. And, while you're at it, no Originals, I don't like how Rebekah's been snooping around. I got my girl coming, her and a little friend of hers, I want eyes on them at all times; eyes only. Alright? I don't want anyone getting anywhere near either of them. Everybody's got a post, everybody keeps an eye out. You cool?" he asked them flippantly as he quirked an eyebrow at the collected group of vampire's and they nodded at the order in understanding before dispersing into the growing crowd of humans walking the streets. Marcel heard the familiar sound of a young girl giggling as he crossed his arms over his broad chest and he smiled fondly as he turned around to see the short brunette looking around her with a smile.

Davina spun around in a circle with the white skirt of her sundress flaring around her as took in the mass amounts of culture surrounding her and smiled broadly as the unwitting humans passed her by while she listened to the sound of music. It was amazing for her to be around people after being alone in the church attic for the last eight months and even before then she had been sheltered by her overprotected parents.

"Oh, my god..." the young witch whispered to herself in awe as she wrapped her arms around her waist and giggled happily as she looked around the music festival.

"Hey there, sweetheart." A familiar voice said from behind her as she bit her lower lip to stop from laughing out loud and turned around on her heel to face the dark skinned vampire that was standing behind her with an amused grin on his handsome lips. Davina clapped her hands together in front of her as she let out the delighted laughter that had been building in her stomach since she arrived at the festival and Marcel chuckled lightly at her as she practically skipped over to his side. "So, is it everything you hoped for?"

"Yeah!" Davina answered eagerly as she nodded her head enthusiastically and giggled a little as she linked her arm through his. The two of them strolled towards Rousseau's where they were going to be meeting up with Imogen as people passed them by without batting an eyelash at them and Davina found that she loved the invisibility that she had in the public setting where no one knew what a powerful piece she played the supernatural community.

Rousseau's was crowded with people enjoying the brass band playing on the stage set up at the back of the bar and Davina's bluish gaze instantly landed on the attractive boy around 16 who was sitting at a high table with his friends.

"So, we should probably go over the rules." Marcel said in a serious but reluctant voice as he pulled the young girl to a stop and he hated the way her face fell dramatically as he placed his hands on his shoulders to keep her in place.