Ophelia woke from her nightmare with a large gasp. She sat up, letting out a sigh as she ran a hand through her curly brown hair. It seemed as though she had been having the same nightmare every night for months. It started with the harvest girl and the male witch and ended with glimpses of what was yet to come.

She turned her head to see that the clock on the wall read that it was only midnight. She removed the blanket covering her and stood up. She walked throughout the compound, searching for Klaus. She was soon stopped by Elijah, who looked somewhat concerned, "What is it?" Ophelia asked the male vampire curiously.

"I need you to talk to him," Elijah told her, referring to Klaus, "He won't speak to me. But I know he will speak to you. He always does. He needs you."

Ophelia was silent for a long moment, nodding her head. With that, she walked past him and entered the room that was supposed to belong to Hope, Klaus' daughter, before she was forced to leave with Rebekah.

She found Klaus standing at the window, looking down the French Quarter. She sighed, making her way over to him. Klaus didn't bother to turn when he sensed Ophelia walking over to him, he continued to look out at the French Quarter longingly.

Ophelia stood beside him and placed a comforting hand on his back, "We're going to get the city back and Hope," She reminded him and Klaus immediately turned to her, an angered look on his face.

"You're lying," He replied coldly, "You continue to utter those words, but it isn't true. There is no hope. The Guerreras will continue to rule the quarter while we're stuck here and my daughter is forced to stay as far away from here as humanly possible."

"Don't think like that, Klaus," Ophelia argued, shaking her head, "You need to have hope if you want Hope back," She paused, realizing how odd her sentence had sounded, "Don't even think about making a comment on how stupid that just sounded."

Ophelia hoped for Klaus to give her a somewhat smile, but he didn't. He hadn't smiled ever since Hope was forced to leave the city. She knew his pain, but at that moment, she wasn't feeling that emotion like he and Hayley was. The two of them were the only ones who knew how each other felt, Ophelia didn't and she couldn't do anything about it.

"I don't want to talk," Klaus told her and Ophelia immediately nodded her head.

"I understand," She replied, "But I'm still staying with you, even if it's in silence. You still need someone to be here by your side. I intend to be that person."

Klaus simply nodded, not uttering a single word as he looked out the window. Ophelia moved closer to him, standing at his side as they both looked out the window together.

As she looked out the window, she felt how much she missed ruling the city. It had been months and she missed the days where she was queen. Technically, all she was now was the queen of nothing. She lost the vampires, she lost the wolves, and the witches were trying to kill her, just as they always were, but now, it was worse than it ever was. The witches wanted her dead more than they ever did before. They wanted her power to fuel their community.

Her power was strong enough to fuel their community for at least a millennium and they wanted nothing more than to obtain it. But the Mikaelsons would never let that happen. Ophelia was considered family and in no way would they let the witches get ahold of her.

The following morning, Ophelia was fetching herself a glass of blood in the kitchen when Elijah approached her, "How did the meeting with the Guerreras go?" She asked Elijah curiously, turning to face him with a glass of blood in her right hand.

"I've obtained the warehouse. I made the excuse that it's a historical spot," he informed the female tribrid, "You were right. Those pipes could definitely be used in our favor if we were to trap the wolves. If we find enough Wolfsbane, we could hijack the water supply and lace it with the Wolfsbane."

"I know you've already said no, but I've talked to Marcel," Ophelia began to tell Elijah, "He has been collecting Wolfsbane for months. He would have enough to help us. If you just---"

Before Ophelia could finish her sentence, Elijah interrupted her, "It's not an option," He argued, "We're not involving Marcel. It would make matters worse. We'll obtain the Wolfsbane some other way."

"Whatever you say, Elijah," Ophelia sarcastically replied, taking a large sip of her glass of blood, the veins under her eyes brief appearing before going away once more, "You know I'm right."

Ophelia patted Elijah on the shoulder before walking away from him, going to find Klaus.

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Opera music played on the record player in the study and Ophelia sat on a chair near Klaus as he knelt on the floor, tearing apart his canvases for painting. Having trouble ripping it, Klaus yelled out in anger as he threw canvas across the room. His eyes widened when it almost hit Ophelia, only to have her lift up her hand and use her magic to have it miss her by about five inches.

Ophelia scoffed, taking a sip of the glass of blood in her hand, "Rude," She muttered under her breath.

Once seeing that it didn't hit her and she wasn't bothered much by it, Klaus went back to having his fit of rage. He panted for breath, trying to keep his calm.

Ophelia turned her head to see Elijah enter. He crouched down next to the torn canvas and picked it up before standing back up, "I supposed we shall have to call this your white period," Elijah spoke up sarcastically, sharing a glance with Ophelia, whom he told to keep an eye on Klaus. He couldn't help but feel she wasn't doing a good job at it.

"I'm missing a crucial color in my palette," Klaus informed Elijah as he turned to face him.

Elijah turned to Ophelia, waiting for her to elaborate, "He's missing the color red," She continued on before Klaus spoke up.

"Yes," he agreed with her, "That of my enemy's blood."

"Well, I recommend a Venetian red with rust," Elijah replied, "I could've sworn I saw it in Ophelia's palette last week."

"All gone," Ophelia informed him, gesturing to Klaus, "He used it all."

"It's been months," Klaus raised his voice to both Elijah and Ophelia, growing sick of them always trying to avoid talking to him about the important matters at hand, "I adhered to our plan, sit and do nothing, sell our grief. And now my child is safely away...And another full moon is upon us. Another night of pathetic weakness, as the moonlight rings steal not just my strength, but Ophelia's as well," He paused, sharing a glance with Ophelia before looking back at his elder brother, "The inertia is killing me. I need to act. I--I need...I need to spill blood."

"Well, then," Elijah began to respond, glancing between Klaus and Ophelia, "You'll be pleased to know that I've located the last of the twelve rings forged in both of your blood," He informed the two, whose eyes lit up.

Ophelia immediately stood up from her seat, walking a bit closer to Elijah, "Then it's time," She enthusiastically said, her voice becoming more hopeful.

"And none too soon, Ophelia," Elijah confirmed before changing the subject, "I'm concerned about Hayley."

Klaus' smile immediately faded and he turned away from Elijah, "She looks well enough," He replied and Elijah was quick to retort.

"She looks no better than you, brother," Elijah argued, "Now, if you would treat each other as more than passing acquaintances with a mutual confidante," He paused, gesturing his hand toward Ophelia.

Before he could continue on, Klaus but in, "She has you to help her," He cut his brother off.

"Sadly, like the father of her child...." Elijah paused, letting out a sigh, "She prefers to fight her demons alone while doing minimum talking with Ophelia when being forced to."

Ophelia let out a large sigh, "I'll go find her," She offered and just as she was about to walk away, Elijah grabbed her by the arm, causing her to turn to him, "What?"

"She left the compound for the day," He informed her in a calm tone, "You can't go out there."

"I know where she's going, though," Ophelia replied, "She's going to the bayou. I can use a cloaking spell that makes me invisible until I get there and then, I can turn into a wolf. It's easy."

"Invisique," She chanted, only to become invisible, Klaus and Elijah unable to see her whatsoever.

Ophelia ended up being successful in staying hidden until she got to the bayou. Once she got there, she turned into her wolf form, something she hadn't done in a very long time. It felt great after so long of not doing it.

While in wolf form, she easily found Hayley, who was also in wolf form. Hayley froze, immediately catching the familiar scent of Ophelia as the other wolf stood in front of her. Ophelia turned back, fully naked. Hayley did the same and it was silent between them as they walked over to the clothesline that had extra pairs of clothes hanging from it.

Ophelia grabbed a tank top and placed it over her head before placing on some jeans, Hayley doing the same soon after.

Without any words said between them, Ophelia followed Hayley through the bayou as she walked over to the cabin she and Ophelia once stayed in with Eve. Hayley knelt down next to where she found a baby doll. She picked it up, only to find one side of it burnt from bombings that had happened just a few months before.

Hayley kept looking down at it as she removed the leaves off of it. She let out a painfilled sigh as she tried to keep calm and hold in her emotions.

"It's okay to feel, you know," Ophelia reminded Hayley, finally speaking up, "I'm sick of watching you and Klaus let yourselves fall apart. If you tried hard enough to make a change like Elijah and me, we could take this city back."

"What's the point?" Hayley asked, turning to Ophelia with tears welled in her eyes, "Hope's gone. She can never come back."

Hayley began to cry, causing Ophelia to sigh as she immediately pulled Hayley into a hug, "I know I'm always saying this, but I know we'll get through this. You haven't been around the Mikaelson family as long as I have, but you should know, we have overcome nearly every obstacle that has come our way, we can do it again. I assure you."

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Ophelia sat in her room, on the phone with Davina. She had made it a routine to talk to the girl at least every other day to keep in touch. She wanted to make sure everything with her adoptive daughter was going well even when she wasn't able to be there by her side.

"So you're still going to High School?" Ophelia questioned Davina and she could almost imagine the smile forming on the younger girl's lips.

"Yes, Ophelia. I am," Davina replied while chuckling softly, "And before you ask, no, the witches haven't bothered me at all. After I told them all to shove it, they haven't bothered me at all."

"Good," Ophelia sighed in relief, "Because if they even think about messing with you--"

"What are you going to do, Ophelia?" Davina jokingly asked Ophelia, "It's not like you can leave the compound."

"That's not funny, Davina!" Ophelia scolded Davina when she heard her laughing on the other side of the phone, "If you were in trouble, I would be out of this compound within the blink of an eye, you should know that. Anyways, have you met any cute boys that I should know about?"

"No," Davina answered, "But I've been getting these records from this shop in the quarters and there's this boy. We're always sharing glances with each other, but we haven't said anything to each other yet."

"Well, then, make the first move," Ophelia encouraged her with a smile on her face.

"Oh, I don't know..." Davina nervously replied.

"Davina, you are a badass New Orleans witch. Making the first move shouldn't make you nervous. And if the boy says no, it's his loss because any boy would want you." Ophelia explained to her adoptive daughter.

"You're the best, you know that, right?" Davina reminded Ophelia, who smiled.

"I've heard once or twice," She sarcastically answered, only to hear the familiar voice of Cami's voice calling for Klaus in the courtyard, "Listen, D, I have to go deal with things, but I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," Davina told her with a sigh.

"Talk to you tomorrow," Ophelia responded before hanging up.

Ophelia quickly stood up and exited her room, only to find Cami just about to walk right past her, "Klaus, I know you're here somewhere. We need to talk."Cami spoke up loudly.

"He doesn't want to see you," Ophelia suddenly said, causing Cami to gasp as she turned to Ophelia.

"Ophelia," Cami stated, sighing in relief when she saw that it was only her, "Where the hell did you come from?"

"Excuse me?" Ophelia questioned, walking a bit closer to Cami, "I could've sworn you were the one trespassing. Klaus doesn't want to talk, Cami. He doesn't care much for conversation these days. Might I add, he definitely wouldn't care that you were putting yourself in danger by coming here just to see him."

"I'm already in danger, Ophelia," Cami argued, "I have Guerreras following me like it's a police state. The city is being run by gangsters. You're the Queen of New Orleans, yet you, Klaus, and Elijah aren't doing anything about it. You and Marcel took them out together one hundred years ago without any of the Mikaelsons. Don't you think Marcel might be up for lending you guys a hand? The two of you together would be able to stop them, just as you did a century ago."

Ophelia remained silent for a long moment, knowing Cami was right. She had been saying the same thing about Marcel to Elijah, but Elijah didn't listen, "Thanks for coming, Cami," She suddenly replied, gesturing for her to leave after dismissing her so rudely.

Cami took one last look at Ophelia before going to leave. Before she did so, she turned to Ophelia once more, "I know you and your family are grieving," She began to tell Ophelia, "I know you, of all people, don't believe those rumors that Marcel killed the baby. So if you want some help taking the Guerreras again...You have a weapon across the river just waiting to be fired. Use it."

With that, Cami walked off and left the compound. Once she was out of sight, Ophelia could sense Klaus and Elijah standing near her, "I like her spirit," Elijah commented with a small smile on his face.

"So do I," Klaus agreed with him quietly.

"She's right, you know," Ophelia reminded the two male vampires, "We need Marcel. So who's going to accompany me to go see the man of the hour?"

"I will," Klaus immediately offered and Ophelia simply nodded.

"Well, then, let's go," Ophelia encouraged him, gesturing to the exit.

Once arriving at the place Marcel was staying at Klaus and Ophelia overheard Josh asking Marcel what a warrior was, "A warrior fights for what they believe it," Klaus suddenly spoke up, causing Marcel and Josh to turn to them as they walked closer to the two, "A warrior fights for his family."

Marcel couldn't help but smile, glancing at both Klaus and Ophelia before back at Klaus.