13 | POWERFUL EMOTIONS

Everyone in the supernatural community knows, an angry Mikaelson, is a scary Mikaelson. But a scared and angry Mikaelson, is a lethal Mikaelson. And right now, Khalia Mikaelson – the demon Mikaelson as some would refer to her – is both angry and scared. She didn’t even wait for her brothers to enter the compound with her before she sped into the building.

In one swift movement, she ripped out the two vampire’s in the middle hearts, her chest heaving up and down with anger, her deadliest glare on her face as she looked Marcel dead in the eyes. “I’ll give you two minutes to tell me where the hell my sweetheart is before I kill all of these vampires you oh-so-affectionately call your family.” There was a pin dropping silence on the room as Khalia held her arms spread wide, the two hearts in her hands with blood dripping from her fingers.

“What do you think you're doing?” He asked, enraged by the fact that a Mikaelson came into his home and killed not one, but two of his vampires. He was so enraged that he didn’t even think about the fact that Khalia called the werewolf he met earlier her sweetheart. It went against everything he stood for, but unfortunately he couldn’t do anything about it. And even in his most rage filled mind he wouldn’t take on the terrifying vampire that was practically shaking with anger in front of him. He wasn’t suicidal.

“It appears that we've interrupted a collection of filthy amateurs! We've come here for the girl. Give her to us, or we kill everyone here... and unlike Khalia, I’ll be starting with you.” Elijah pipped up, a much less terrifying smirk on his face but scary enough for the vampires around him to take two steps back.

“You two got a lot of nerve, coming into my home and making demands.” Marcel retorted, glaring at the female Mikaelson, who still had the hearts in her hands. Then suddenly she dropped the hearts to the floor and sped in front of Marcel.

“Oh, Marcellus,” She began maliciously, an evil smile on her face, “If you don’t give back my sweetheart, I’ll rip out your heart, put it on a stake and pin it to the top of the compound, making it clear to anyone who dares to touch her that you won’t live to see the next day.” Her voice was so calm it only scared him more and Marcel gulped thickly from said fear.

Klaus smiled fakely as he said, “Your home, is it?” Never in her thousand years of life had Khalia wanted to snap her Hybrid brother’s neck more than she wanted to right in that moment. But she knew that it was his way of deflecting the attention of Hayley, still, she didn’t have to like it.

“The girl! I will not ask again.” Elijah angrily exclaimed, his loud voice making a few of the vampires around him jump.

“I assume you're talking about Hayley? Yea high, dark hair, bitchy attitude? Who is she, anyway?” Marcel asked, genuinely curious. Khalia opened her mouth, but before she could, Klaus beat her to it.

“She's an old friend. You know how sentimental I am about old friends.” Klaus quipped, shooting Khalia a warning look when she turned to glare at him.

“Well, I ain't got her. And before you start whining, I did pay her a little visit earlier tonight. I was feeling nostalgic, so I took a trip out to the plantation where I used to be a slave. And, imagine my surprise when I realized that the Original family of vampires had taken up residence. Your girl, Hayley, answered the door, we exchanged hellos, that was it. You don't believe me? Look around. Hell, I'll even help you find her. But the question that I'd ask is: if Hayley isn't here, then where is she?” Khalia studied the self-proclaimed king of New Orleans. He seemed to be telling the truth, if the fear of all of the Mikaelson’s wrath in his eyes was anything to go by.

Worried nipped at Khalia’s stomach as she said, “With someone I plan on killing as soon as I find them.”

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Elijah and Klaus are sitting in the courtyard, while Khalia is standing restlessly, either fidgeting or walking up and down. Some of the vampire fighters are milling around the compound, keeping a safe distance from the Mikaelson trio. Especially the female one.

"Not the most attractive community, are they?" Elijah questioned suddenly, causing the female Mikaelson to stop on her tracks.

Khalia let her eyes roam over the courtyard, her nose curling ever so slightly in disgust. “No, they most certainly are not.”

"You do realize they can hear you?" The Hybrid questioned, a grin on his face.

Elijah returned it, "You do realize I don't care?"

Khalia gave Klaus a pointed look, “And you do realize that not one of them are stupid enough to make a move against any of us, right?” She asked, raising a dark eyebrow. Klaus chuckled and Elijah grinned, but Khalia didn't feel any humour whatsoever. She was to worried.

Marcel appears, followed by some vampires, and the witch, Sabine. Khalia nearly sighed in relief but kept her expression controlled. "You know, Elijah, I liked you better in that box." If the situation wasn't so dire, Khalia would have agreed with Marcel and given a playful smirk to Elijah, indicating that she was just kidding. But this was a serious situation and she didn’t so much as blink at her blonde brother’s sirelings’ words.

Marcel turns to his sire, "But Klaus, my sire, you I owe the world, and I always show respect to my elders. Plus, Khalia saved my ass more than a few times from Kol. So, if Khalia’s special lady friend is missing, you could benefit from the help of a witch. And, since I control all the witches in this town, I'll grant you one little locator spell. Sabine's the best guide in the Quarter. Need to find someone? I guarantee, she's your girl.”

“She’s not my special lady friend.” Khalia immediately snapped defensively, a faint flush on her cheeks that no one dared to comment on. No one, not even her immortal brother’s, had that kind of guts. Not in her current state of mind, maybe once the werewolf was found and safe. It did, however, tell Elijah that Khalia liked the idea of being with Hayley a whole lot more than she would like to admit.

Marcel held his hand up in surrender, “Whatever you say.” Klaus’ sireling turns to leave them to their business, gaining a confused look from his sire.

“Where are you going?” The blonde Original asked in said confusion.

“I hate to cut this short, but the sun's coming up soon. My nightwalkers need to get inside, and I have got a city to run. I leave you to track down your lost sheep.” With that he turned around and left the Compound. The trio turned to the witch.

Khalia dislikes witches more than she dislikes Elena Gilbert, and that is saying something. So, she didn’t speak she just glared heatedly at the Quarter witch. It was Elijah, as per usual, who decided to be the bigger person and speak, "Can you find her?"

"I can try." The witch promised. But this wasn’t good enough for the youngest Mikaelson. Khalia sped forward and grabbed the witch by her neck. Sabine tried to use magic on her but the youngest Mikaelson didn’t even flinch, she felt much worse pain when Kol was killed and still has to live with everyday.

“You will not just try. You will find her, or I will kill you.” She warned in a snarled. A few vampires debated on whether or not to help the witch but decided against it, liking their lives more than to win a witch’s favour.

Her brother’s shouted for her to stop, but she didn’t. Finally Elijah turned to Klaus with an exasperated expression, “Care to give a hand, Niklaus?” He questioned sarcastically.

The Hybrid held his hands up and shook his head, “No, thanks. I’m not looking to get my neck snapped. The eldest Mikaelson rolled his eyes and decided that if Klaus of all people wasn’t going near his brunette sister, then he wouldn’t either.

“F-fine.” Sabine stuttered out and Khalia smiled evilly.

“Good.” She sped be to her brothers – who both let out a quiet sigh of relief that they wouldn’t have to explain a dead witch to Marcel – and waited for the witch to start to find Hayley. And not for the first time since being back in New Orleans did Khalia wish she paid more attention to whenever Kol was rambling about magic, because although she understood both French and Latin, she didn’t understand what the witch was chanting.

In the courtyard, Elijah, Klaus and Khalia are crowded around a small table, where Sabine waves her hands over a map. As she casts the locator spell, a puddle of Klaus' blood traces across the map from their current location to where Hayley is being held in the Bayou.

“She's in the back country. Way up past Houma, deep in the Bayou.” The witch informed them and the hope that Khalia was holding onto shattered into millions of pieces.

“Fucking perfect.” The female Mikaelson spat bitterly, running a hand through her chocolate locks. “Acres and acres of woods to search and not a lot of time to do it in.” Worry and concern buzzed through her blood and started to imbed itself into her bones as the seconds ticked by.

“When I find whoever took her, I’m going to make them pay.” She swore viciously, her tone so dark that Elijah eyed her cautiously. The last thing he needed right now was a mentally unstable Khalia. Well, more unstable than usual. He knew Hayley has some sort of influence on his sister, he just didn’t know how much. They need to find the pregnant werewolf. And fast too.

The ever suited Original turned to Sabine, “I don't suppose you could be more precise?”

“What's the matter, Elijah? You're worried a bit of splashing about in the bog might ruin your expensive shoes?” Klaus teased his brother playfully. The Hybrid hasn’t made the connection about how much Hayley’s disappearance is having an effect on their sister just yet.

“As a matter of fact, after my recent confinement, I could use a decent stroll through the countryside. We all could.” The eldest Original said, giving the Hybrid Mikaelson a hard look before giving his sister a pointed look, hoping to convey his thoughts. Thankfully it worked. The Hybrid looked at his sister, really looked at her and his eyes widened. Her skin was pale from lack of blood and her curly hair was more unruly than usual because of how many times she has run her hands through it. It was her eyes that caught his attention though. Deep beneath her cold exterior he could see the worry, pain, fear and concern for the missing werewolf. If he didn’t know her for a thousand years, he wouldn’t have spotted it.

“There are stories of exiled werewolves, encampments. If Hayley went out that far, chances are she went to find them.” Celeste disguised as the witch Sabine said, hoping to get the Originals out of town. More specifically, the demon slash crazy Mikaelson.

“You might actually have a point there.” Khalia said, getting her head straight on and pointing the witch. “Remember when Aggie tried to have Hayley killed? And there was a wolf out there?”

Interruping Khalia and not giving his sister a chance to finish her train of through, Klaus chirped in, “Clearly, she hopes to make the acquaintance of more like herself. I suppose our company wasn't good enough for her.” Elijah looks at Sabine worriedly and then at his sister, surpised to find her with a look of high annoyance on her face instead of a glare.

Khalia smacked Klaus upside his head, “Let me finish, moron.” She took a deep breath. “I don’t think that she went out there willingly. But I do think that if she’s in trouble that the wolf would protect her again.”

“We can not know that for sure.” Elijah told his sister, but regretted his words when she turned to him with a glare. And that’s when he knew that he had screwed up. The believe that the wolf would once again watch out is what is keeping his sister sane. It is her hope. And he has just possibly destroyed it.

“And we don’t not know it.” She defended fiercely. Elijah immediately let it go, happy that she still has that to hold on to.

“Let’s go.” She said to her brothers before speeding of to the Bayou, ready to kill whoever is needed and get her sweetheart back to safety.

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