At the end of the plan to take down the Guerrera's, I was paired with Marcel. According to my twin's reasoning, if he gets bitten by a werewolf then I'll be able to heal him. In a way, it made sense I supposed. Before we left, I called Davina. To say that she is unhappy with the fact that I'm going out to fight while I'm weakend, is the understatement of the Millenia. It took a reminder that I can't die and a promise of making it up to her, to stop her from coming down and helping me fight. I love the fact that she's willing to fight for me, but I hate that she could get hurt. Unlike me, she won't be able to heal and wake up after a snapped neck.

Right now, Marcel and I was waiting in the foundry, where Cami sent them to look for the White Oak stake. I heard and smelt a few werewolves arriving and grinned at Marcel. He raised his eyebrows in an 'are you okay?' manner and my grin widened. I was always happy to kill bad guys. Vampire or not, I've never been a fan of taking an innocent life.

But I'm not above it.

"Start from the corners. Work the room from the outside in." A man ordered the others and from besides me, Marcel vamp sped away. I watched from above as the men look around, they notice the former King of New Orleans vamp-speeding past them. They hear the noise and turn to find Marcel standing above them on a platform near the ceiling.

"Huh, look what we have here." The same guy said as Marcel raises his hands in a non-threatening pose. At that signal, I sped next to my old friend.

"Don't forget me." I quipped with one of my more deadlier smirks. Fear instantly fills their eyes as they realise that they now have to deal with one of the Original Hybrids. According to the plan, we are supposed to be distracting them while Josh locks the doors from the outside, trapping Marcel and myself with the wolves inside.

"Impossible, Lex." He assured me and I grinned. He turned back to the werewolves. "I know your boss wanted to buy this place, but... I've been stockpiling wolfsbane for months, and I just really needed a place to store it!" Marcel pulls a lighter from his pocket and lights it. He glances at me and nods his head. I smirk and grab the werewolf in charge, ripping of his hand and removing the moonlight ring. The others, clearly to scared to move, watches me in fear. I can feel the eyes burning on me and the fear rolling of then in waves.

"You deserve a fate worse than death for hurting my twin brother. And you're gonna get it, that I promise you." I bite into my free wrist and push it into his mouth. He has no choice but to swallow my blood before he chokes. "Now, I'm going to kill you. And when you wake up, you will die a slow and torturous death. Just like you deserve." I snarled at him before snapping his neck. I feel strengthened as soon as I removed the ring. I can only imagine how my twin is feeling.

I sped back to Marcel, "Do it." I speed back to cover, and watch as the tan skinned man holds the lot lighter near one of the overhead sprinkler system, causing it to spray wolfsbane-infused water down on the werewolves. Their skin burns from the exposure to wolfsbane, causing them to scream in pain. They desperately try to break through the doors to escape, but they can't.

"Josh, turn of the water supply!" I yelled and a few seconds later, it was of. I smirked before pouncing on the werewolves, along with Marcel. During the fight, I was getting stronger and stronger as more of the rings was being destroyed.

"This was fun." I remarked as I wiped my bloody hands on my shirt. My nails still had blood around them. Eh, nothing a good, long bath won't fix.

"Yeah, it was." Marcel agreed, smiling widely at me.

"Well, I should get going." I told him, pointing behind me. Spinning around, I got ready to leave but Marcel's voice stopped me.

"Do you think you'll ever be able to forgive me?" His words was surprisingly soft and vulnerable. He doesn't remember that he saved Hope. He doesn't remember she's alive, yet he still helped us and is seeking my forgiveness.

I looked at him over my shoulder with a soft smile, "There's always hope, Marcellus."

***

"Well, this was one satisfying and productive day." I told my two brothers as I entered the Compound. I tilted my head, "Or night, depending on how you look at it." I shrugged my shoulders as I dropped the rings Marcel and I took off the werewolves on the table.

"You got the water and the charcoal I asked for?" I questioned my eldest brother. He nodded.

"Could you not just take a sledgehammer to them?" Nik asks me, with raised eyebrows and a slightly irritated expression.

"As fun as that might be, twinnie, it won't destroy the stones." I informed him with a grin and a 'duh' tone he clearly didn't appreciate. It showed by the roll of

"These were forged by a witch, brother. And, as such, only the elements of fire and water can destroy them." Elijah explained and I was impressed. He must have learnt that from Celeste. I wouldn't be surprised.

"See, Nik, even Elijah knows." Now I was just mocking him. He could probably tell by the amusement in my tone. Elijah rolls up his sleeves and gathers a pitcher of water and a stone bowl with burning charcoal in it. Just like I told him to do it.

"I'd have thought this would have brought you greater pleasure." My eldest living brother noted. I have to agree with him, I did to. I look at my best friend with curious eyes.

"As would I." He admitted, somewhat depressed. I didn't like it at all. "This was my fault. All of it." Elijah looks at him in surprise at this confession and I frowned heavily. It wasn't all his fault.

"We all had a hand in pissing the witches off. Hell, Nik, we're the Mikaelson's. We pissed people of and if they do it back, we kill them. Simple as that." I wasn't about to let him blame himself alone.

"If I had just accepted Hayley's pregnancy instead of..." His voice breaks and he's clearly upset with himself. "playing king..." He trails off. "I should have listened to you. Instead, my greed and my envy robbed me of my daughter. My actions led to the release of the weapon that can kill not just me, but you two." He looked at me, and I felt guilt burning through my bones, but it wasn't my emotions. It was his.

"No." My voice was sharp and clear. I walked infront of him, grabbed him by the shoulders. "No, you don't get to do that. It is not on you. Thinking about it, it's really our nutjob of a mother's. She was the one who made the stake invincible. Not you. We would have destroyed it a long time ago if we could. You were only trying to protect us as best you could." My eyes were glossy from tears but I could see the tears trickling down my blue eyed twins cheeks. "So, you wanna blame someone, blame her."

"I don't deserve to have a sister like you, Lexie. Not after all I've done." My heart aches so badly for him. Everyone sees him as this great big monster, even Elijah. Everyone, but me. The same goes for me. Everyone, but Nik thinks I'm a monster.

Well, there's at least one other person I could think of that doesn't think I'm a monster.

"I could say the same. Guess we deserve each other." I said playfully, trying to lift the mood. "Looks like you're stuck with me."

"Always and forever, right?" He questioned, a small smile on his lips.

"Always and forever." I promised with a returned smile.

"And what of you, Elijah?" My twin asked our brother. I let go of Nik and turn to him with raised eyebrows, he wouldn't dare to make my best friend feel any worse than he already is.

"In a thousand years, I've survived your attempts to destroy me, brother." He gathers up the stones and drops them in the bowl with the burning charcoal. Elijah smiles at us. "I imagine I can survive this."

"You chase my redemption, like a man rolling a stone up an endless mountain." My blonde haired stated, clearly confused. He still doesn't get that we won't give up on him. My dark haired brother picks up the pitcher and pours water over the stones and the charcoal, destroying them both.

"Well, no mountain is endless, brother. Some are just steeper than others." I smirked at his words as I caught Nik staring in the bowl, where the stones have broken apart, revealing small drops of his blood that were magically forged within them. All this trouble over twelve small, yet dangerous, stones.

"As much as I would like to be the one to comfort Hayley in this moment, I believe that only you can understand her grief." Hayley and Nik. Now that's a subject I've give quite an large amount of thought. Maybe, just maybe, all that bickering they've been doing in her pregnancy was their way of trying to ignore the spark between them. And maybe, there is more between them than either of them wants to admit.

Yes, Nik listens to Cami's advice, but in the past six months, I've noticed the pain is the least when Hayley is home and around Nik. They both seem lighter and in a way at peace when they are together. But I have a feeling that both of them would rather burn in hell that admit it. I am sorry for Elijah, I truly am, but I won't allow him to be the reason Nik and Hayley aren't together. If they someday finally admit their feelings to each other. Or if they explode from sexual tension.

Either one works for me.

"We lost our child... I mean, what could I possibly say to ease her pain?" Nik's voice was coated on sadness, but I picked up on the slight note of hope in it.

It's funny how everything seems to come down to hope these days.

Elijah places his hand on Nik's shoulder and squeezes it comfortingly. "Whatever she needs to hear."

"I don't know if I can." He admitted and Elijah gave me a pointed look that clearly said, 'help him'. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, you can. You just tell her how you feel. I am willing to bet my life that she feels the same. So, just...try." I gave him an encouraging smile and with a nervous one at me, he sped of to find Hayley.

"You see it, don't you?" Elijah asked me suddenly, breaking the silence that enveloped us. Confusion filled me, making my eyebrows dip as I turned to him.

"See what?"

He breathed in deeply, "Niklaus and Hayley." Crap, I should have know. Not much gets past him.

"Not at first, I didn't." I admitted honestly. He looked conflicted, a war between his feelings for the mother of Nik's child and his instincts to do the right thing clearly waging inside him.

"I did not either. They fought so much, I didn't even for a second think that there was something more." He said, sighing and taking of his suit jacket. I smiled sadly before walking and pouring us both a stiff glass of vodka. Not that I'd do much.

He took it and gulped it down in one drink. "Want the whole bottle?" I joked but the joke was on me when he nodded. I shrugged before getting the bottle for him. Noble or not, everyone has an off day.

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Okay the first episode is done, I hope you liked it!

I'm sorry for the lack of updates but senior year is a royal bitch!

-Mixie