The Other Mikaelson- Book 3 (On hold)

Chapter I

4 months after Book 2

Klaus was in his room at the compound, sketching on a canvas with a paintbrush, when he suddenly tore threw the frame, broke it in half, and threw it out the window. A few moments later, his baby sister stormed into the room.

"Really, big brother?" she said, holding up one of the pieces from the frame. "How nice it would be to be able to simply take a walk around my own home without getting hit on the head by a flying piece of wood every three minutes. I suppose we shall have to call this your white period'."

"I'm missing a crucial color in my palette-- that of my enemies' blood," Klaus replied angrily.

Keira smirked. "Well, I can't offer you that, but I do have half a liter of soccer mom in the freezer downstairs!"

Her joke caused Klaus to completely lose his temper. "It's been months! I've adhered to our plan: sit and do nothing, sell our grief. And now, my child is safely away, and another full moon is upon us-- another night of pathetic weakness as the moonlight rings steal my strength!" Keira gave him a slightly sympathetic look as he calmed down. "The inertia is killing me. I need to act. I-I-I need-- I need to spill blood."

"Well, then, you'll be pleased to know that I've located the last of the twelve rings forged with your blood."

Klaus perked up. "Then, it's time!"

Elijah suddenly walked into the room as well. "And none too soon. I'm concerned about Hayley."

Klaus visibly tensed and at the mention of Hayley and turned back to his art. "She looks well enough."

"She looks no better than you, brother. Now, if the two of you would treat each other as more than just... passing acquaintances-"

"-She has you for that."

"Sadly, like the father of her child, she prefers to fight her demons alone."

Later on, Cami somehow managed to sneak into the compound even after Klaus had told her he didn't want to see her or be her friend. She wandered around, Klaus appearing behind her, but whenever she turned to hybrid disappeared.

"Hello?" she asked. "Klaus?"

Keira appeared behind her. "He doesn't wish to see you."

Cami turned, shocked. "Where the hell did you come from?!?"

"Cami, you date a vampire. You know we have this weird habit of appearing randomly, right? And, aren't you the one who is trespassing? He doesn't care much for conversation these days. And, he certainly wouldn't care for the fact that you've put yourself in danger by coming here."

"I'm already in danger. I have Guerrera's following me like it's a police state. The city's being run by gangsters, and you guys aren't doing anything about it. Marcel took them out a hundred years ago without any of you. Don't you think he might be up for lending you a hand?"

Keira stared at her with an unreadable expression, before gesturing towards the entrance. "Thank you for coming, Camille."

Cami sighed and turned back, but turned again before leaving. "I know your family is grieving. But I know you don't believe those rumors that Marcel killed the baby. So, if you want help taking down the Guerrera's, you have a weapon across the river just waiting to be fired. Use it."

Cami finally left, and the brothers joined their sister.

"I like her spirit," Elijah said.

"So do I," Klaus said glumly.

Keira left the compound later and left for Marcel's place.

"I don't like poker, can we play war instead?" she whined.

"The wolves have the numbers. Back in 1925, the Guerrera pack was maybe a hundred. We went guerrilla warfare on their asses and wiped them out over a four day fight," Marcel replied. "But, we're not just talking about Guerrera's now. They've had wolves coming in from packs all over."

"Well, we don't have to hit them all. Only the twelve with the rings that take Nik out every full moon."

"Wait, you want to find twelve rings? Go out and chop off the hands of every wolf you find 'til you get what you want! I mean, come on! You taught me that."

Keira smirked, remembering the chaos she and human Marcel used to cause, with the occasional help of Kol.

"You and your brothers are stalling. Why?" Marcel asked, confused.

"Because it's possible they're in possession of something very dangerous to us."

Marcel looked stunned in realization. "They have the stake that can kill you."

"The stake that can kill all of us. The indestructible white oak stake went missing... the night I lost my niece. So, it's in play, and the thought of that makes us very nervous. Especially on nights like tonight," Keira looked up to the full moon.

"Why would you tell me that?"

"Depends. Do you have it?"

"Course not. That kind of weapon does me no good. Klaus dies, I die, along with every vampire we've ever sired."

"Well, I see no reason you wouldn't kill Elijah and I."

Klaus appeared behind his sister. "Well, then, perhaps you'd like to help me get it back? We attack the wolves, tonight, when the moon hits its apex. They won't expect it while I'm weak."

Keira turned. "Nik, I thought we agreed I'd get to talk with him!"

A black man suddenly entered the room as well. "Hey, bad news or good news?"

Marcel laughed and stood. "Klaus, Joe. Joe, Klaus. Now, you wanna talk Guerreras-- nobody fought harder back in 1925 than Joe, here. Fought so hard he retired into retail. Been keeping the peace ever since, and living right under their noses."

Joe sighed. "Yeah, well, good news is, your order came in this morning. And bad news? I got made. Your friend Davina saved my ass, but what's done is done. So, pour me a drink, and play me a song, because it's gonna be my last."

"Joe. Don't be dramatic," Marcel poured him a drink. "Just head out of town 'til things blow over."

"No way. I don't run from Guerreras."

"You don't leave, you won't have to. They'll sniff you out in a day."

"Hey, let them come hunt me down! 'Cause I've had a good ride."

Klaus looked pleased. "How would you like to get back in the fight, Joe?"

Joe looked interested. "So, what do you have in mind?"

"I've been thinking about this whole thing the wrong way. The Guerrera pack loves to hunt. They're primal, alphas. I gave you my reason for not making a move these past few months-- what, pray tell, is theirs?"

Marcel smiled. "They don't have the stake."

Keira frowned. "Who the hell does?"

"Always the pessimist," Klaus half-lied. "Well, tonight it doesn't matter. Because tonight, we're going on a wolf hunt!"