The Prince of Mystic Falls

88. What's in a Name?

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Friday Morning

Rebekah, Marcel, and Kol left for New Orleans in the morning. Father Kieran, Cami's uncle, thought he might have a lead on the young werewolf princess. In the last century, the surviving Guerrera's had gone underground and posed as a human crime family, the Correa's. As far as Kieran knew the heirs were going around and trying to create a line of werewolf babies to help bolster their numbers. Penelope was one of these children. If the Originals didn't get her back, the Guerrera's would mold her into one of their soldiers. Their dark aim was no longer just to take over the docks during Prohibition, but to eradicate any vampires, like the Original family, who stood in their way.

Elijah tried to explain it to Conner and Erik, "Your mother, most likely, had no idea what she was getting into. Gabriel was probably not the type to take no for an answer. I don't know if they paid her off or simply took your sister, we might never know. The point is that we need to get her back."

"What about the other soldiers there? The kids?" Connor asked.

Klaus winced, "Once they are sired to the alpha, it's too late. Gaining obedience over that wolf would be...difficult and dangerous. Being a werewolf is based on instinct and pack mentality. If the pack is strong, the bond between the wolf and the alpha is more solid. I don't know if they can be saved."

"Marcel will try. He is no fan of wolves, but he will try to sire them out. Marcel would never harm an innocent child. If it is possible, Marcel will find a way," Elijah added.

"Come now, it's early for this kind of talk. Did you boys eat yet? You can take Sadie to the woods. It is your last Friday of freedom before school starts on Monday," Klaus said.

"Ughhhh, I hate school. I'm 16 but they put me a year behind cause of all I missed. At least this one is book smart, though lazy. You sure like to read, don't ya, Erik, maybe even things you ought not to," Connor said indicating his brother.

Erik rolled his eyes, "He would do good, too. If he ever went to school."

"Well. He would do well," Elijah corrected putting an arm around Erik.

"He would do well if he wasn't so goddamn lazy," Erik corrected smirking at Connor.

Smack! Elijah cracked him on the back of the thigh.

"Language, Erik. I think you are out of warnings," Elijah said firmly.

Erik rubbed the slight sting.

"Sorry," Erik added.

"Ha, loser!" Connor laughed.

Crack! Klaus smacked Connor's backside as he snickered.

"Don't laugh at your brother. Now sit and eat," Klaus ordered.

"Yes, sir," Connor said taking a sit at the kitchen island.

Freya came in and greeted everyone.

"Pizza tonight?" she suggested.

"How about tomorrow night? I might be out, if the lady says yes," Klaus announced.

"Is this the therapist lady?" Freya pressed.

"I'm actually supposed to call her about now, if you will excuse me," Klaus smiled.

Klaus went to his study and put the call in to Camille. She was in a session and would call back. She did about twenty minutes later.

"Klaus, I'm glad you called," Cami breathed over the phone.

"It's good to speak to you, Camille. My son and siblings just flew to New Orleans to meet with your uncle," Klaus intoned.

"Oh, Kieran is so into New Orleans. He almost puts it before the church in a way. They wanted to move him to Rome several years ago and he almost left the priesthood. I'm sure he'll thrilled to help," Cami added.