《口れ工ち爪- K.爪工K丹モㄥち口れ》3
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Hayley, inside, hears something and walks warily down the stairs. Raven was stood slightly in front of Hayley using the argument that Hayley can't fight.
"Who's going to come back if they die?"
"Elijah, if not answering your phone is part of your clever plan to get me back to this godforsaken city, then well done. I'm here, and I'm worried. Now pick up before I kick in your bloody door"
A beautiful blonde woman opens the door. She walks in as the two friends come down the stairs, Raven wielding a fire iron using her protective fire to heat the poker.
"Who the hell are you?" Raven asks.
"Oh, you must be the maids. My bags are in the car - get them, will you?"
Raven, smiling wryly, puts down the iron poker as Hayley glares.
"Hello. Not the maids" Hayley says.
"Right. You're that werewolf girl my brother, Klaus, knocked up. I was expecting to see some kind of supernatural, miracle baby bump. Guess you're not showing yet. It's Hayley, isn't it? And you must be the friend, Crow?"
"Raven" She smiles sarcastically. "You have your brother's manners"
"And his temper, too, so watch it. Where's Elijah?"
"Beats me. He's long gone" Hayley says.
"What do you mean, "long gone"?" The blonde woman asks.
"Well, one minute he was here making epic promises about protecting me and Raven in this predicament that a bottle of scotch and some bad decisions got me into - he was all poetic about how we're family - and then Klaus told me he bailed. Guess that's what I get for trusting a vampire"
Raven keeps her face straight as the blonde woman frowns.
"Elijah is not just any vampire, and he doesn't break promises. This means Niklaus has done something dastardly and Klaus-like. Klaus! Get out here and tell me what you've done with our brother, you narcissistic, back-stabbing wanker!"
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Klaus opens a pair of doors and enters the room.
"Enough with all the shouting. Little sister, I should have known. I assume the six dead vampires were your doing?"
"They were very rude" The sister huffs. "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"
"I do have friends. I have Marcel. You remember him, don't you?"
Raven watches the sister's face change and she tilts her head.
"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"
"I don't care about Marcel or his rules. Elijah doesn't welsh on deals. What did you do to him?"
"Perhaps he's on holiday or taking a long autumn nap upstairs. Well, go on. Take a look around. You remember this house as well as I"
Rebekah, who had gotten up to leave the room, turns back to Klaus.
"I remember everything"
"Well, he wasn't good enough for you"
"No one was ever good enough for me, Nik, you made sure of that. Now, where is Elijah?"
Klaus' phone starts buzzing. He checks it, stands and moves to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"It appears the night is not quite over, yet. I'm off for another drink with Marcel"
"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"
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"Vampires can get drunk?" Raven asks.
"Yes?" Klaus says.
"It's just that a type of werewolf I know couldn't"
"Ahhh you mean werewolves like the Hale family," Klaus says.
"Exactly," Raven says.
"How are they all?" Klaus asks. "Thalia and the rest"
"Most of them are dead," Raven says. "Derek, Peter, Cora and Malia are the last Hales"
Klaus turns and walks to the door, but pauses before he leaves.
"Oh, and welcome home, little sister"
The door shuts behind him and Rebekah turns on the spot, contemplating what he's said. She sees Hayley sitting on a landing above.
"You, wolf girl. I'm going to search this house inch by inch until I find what my evil brother has done to my good one. You're helping. So are you, shifter girl"
"You're a real sweetheart you"
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