The Harvest Boy Volume 1!

03. Tangled Up in Blue.

Henrik's Attic Room:

The vampire Marcel had proven to be quite the generous man. Henrik told himself as he sat legs crossed on the old small double bed. Henrik knew it wasn't possible for the chest to be bigger than it was the last time, he saw it. But the chest sure looked like it. He wanted to open it and see just how well preserved its content was.

His grimoire was one of the few possessions he actively sought out in most reincarnations. It was rare for a witch to only have one grimoire. It was more common to own a couple. Any true witch knew there was no such thing as being a true master of witchcraft. But it was easier to hide one grimoire than a dozen.

With a simple click of his fingers the chest lid lifted and Henrik looked down. Henrik grew a smile but it only stayed a few seconds. There are a few personal possessions from his many past incarnations and old photographs even the odd cut-outs of newspapers.

"No...No, no, no. This can't be happening, I cloaked it." Henrik said to himself as he rummaged through the chest. He couldn't believe it he had been smart in all those past lifetimes. How was his chest found? And who had his grimoire? All that he picked up in the past was laid out for any witch to use.

Mikaelson Mansion, The Foyer:

"I cannot believe you disposed of those vampires without me. You know how I love to set things on fire!" Rebekah said with a pout. Klaus always got all the fun the blond Original told herself.

"Was I supposed to leave them in the front yard to rot? Besides, they were my responsibility. They attacked the helpless pregnant girl who's carrying my child!" Klaus said with a smirk. The hybrid had a deep love for murder. However, he knew there was a time and place and sometimes. You have to fight your desire to kill if you want to win your war.

"Oh, I am so moved by your newfound sense of fatherly duties towards the werewolf carrying your hybrid bun in her oven," Rebekah responded after she rolled her eyes. In truth, she was conflicted with the news of Klaus being a father-to-be. Was she jealous that she was the only Original/Mikaelson to ever make it known of her desire to have children of her own only to hear and see that her brother Klaus a man who had never shown any interest in being a father gets a chance just because of his werewolf heritage? Yes, she was but she was also happy to have some fresh blood in the family after it just being her and siblings for a thousand years.

A minute or two later Hayley entered the foyer holding one of Elijah's old journals.

"The werewolf would like to know what the plan is," Hayley said living with Klaus was still not her ideal situation. But right now she had very few options and didn't want to bring any possible danger to her unborn child. That could be easily avoided.

"Well, that depends on what plan you mean, love. My plan for global domination, or Rebekah's plan to find love in a cruel, cruel world?" Klaus said with a smile in Hayley's direction. He didn't have to look at Rebekah to tease her. Rebekah smiled before she picked up a pencil from a desk near her and threw it in Klaus' direction. The hybrid caught it with his left hand with ease. Before it could embed itself in his face.

"The plan to rescue Elijah. You know, the good brother? The one who is now in the possession of your mortal enemy after you stabbed him in the back?" Hayley sighed, Klaus really knew how to test her patience.

"In the front, if we're being specific." Klaus joked.

"You two said that you would get him back. So is there a plan, or what?" Hayley snapped.

"Okay. Well, firstly, Marcel is not my mortal enemy he's my friend. Albeit one who is unaware that I'm trying to sabotage his hold over the supernatural community of the French Quarter. And secondly, I daggered Elijah in order to gain Marcel's trust. If I had known he would place Elijah in the hands of my witch baby brother who is having a tantrum. I certainly would have weighed my options a bit differently. And thirdly dear sister." Klaus responded.