To Love A Sociopath

deception

Bonnie walked into the French Quarter, also known as the compound, and looked up and around the open foyer. It was old-styled, the stone walls and pillars decked with withering vines. It seemed to be deserted and trashed and Klaus noted this as he walked in through the gates. "It appears Marcel's brothers and sisters left us a little farewell gift. I'm sure your little witchery fingers can sweep this treachery away before I decide to hunt these idiots down?"

Bonnie crossed her arms, scoffing at him. "Excuse me? Do I look like Harriet Potter to you? Magic doesn't work like that."

"You're becoming less and less useful the more I talk to you," Klaus huffed, examining the mess.

"You know, this sounds like a conversation we previously had," Bonnie said, recalling when Klaus had called her vulnerable at the manor. Her fingers twitched and before she could snap a bone in his body to prove so, clopping footsteps drew her attention behind her.

Elijah appeared, hair disheveled and tie loose. Even his suit looked out of order. The brother simply adjusted his cuff link, and it was now that she realized that his hands were drenched in ruby blood.

Bonnie glanced behind him multiple times before she asked, "Where's Hayley?" She was probably hurt, worried, confused. Hayley probably felt like Bonnie had let her down in many ways than possible. Bonnie hated herself for it and she struggled to keep her mind on top of it.

"And what..." Klaus made a show to scan Elijah up and down. "Have you done, brother? You were certainly not in this state when I spilled the deeds of Marcel and his oh, so powerful weapon."

"I was angry," Elijah walked past the two and circled around the donut in the house, eyes scanning the balconies and dark frames. "And this rage only amplified when I discovered that I couldn't destroy Marcel on sight for his horrendous deception, all I could do was chain him up into the darkest of the dark. So I turned to his garden and destroyed the flowers."

Bonnie blinked, glancing between the boys for a long time before saying, "Is that some sort of metaphor?" She realized what it meant then. Elijah had killed a couple of Marcel's Inner Circles. "Oh," Bonnie shook her head. "I don't even care. I'll ask this again, where is Hayley?"

Elijah finally turned to them, pulling out his signature handkerchief. He patiently cleaned his fingers. "She is safe, not to worry."

"Elijah—" Bonnie started.

"Well," Klaus clicked his tongue, interrupting Bonnie. He flitted quickly, gripping the balcony railing as he glared down at Bonnie and Elijah. "Now that that is out of the way, we need to speak statesmanship. And by that, I mean handling the vampires. By now, Kai's cannibal spell would have worn off and there'll be a lot of them still attached to Marcel. We take care of the bug infestation and voila. And speaking of dear old Kai, I assume he's still with Thierry. The lad will give us all of Marcel's relations. I've done my digging if you couldn't tell."

"What about the witches? Right now, they are a much bigger threat to us than the vampires or even the werewolves. Your to-do list should sound a little bit like, disembowel the witches, then leash up the vampires and the werewolves are an extra because none of them have attacked us."

"She has a point, Niklaus," Elijah nodded. "Now, not only has a witch directly attacked one of our own, she wanders freely in the city. To that, I do not understand why."

"Davina is not with the witches," Bonnie corrected. "From what I've seen, she's on good terms with Marcel so it's not a hostage situation. She's a direct link, a tether, to the ancestral magic in New Orleans and if she dies, that mass of magic returns to the witches and it will only amplify their power. We can't hurt Davina or corner her because she's..."