HOPE AND HENRIK.

CHAPTER 11.

Rebekah's voice, "Marcel once asked me what it feels like being daggered. I told him it's like a deep, dreamless sleep, but this is no ordinary dagger. This stake ensures I feel everything... The aching cold, the suffocating darkness, the burn of my veins crying out for blood, and the long agony of waiting. 

"Right where he said it would be," One Seaman said to another in the Warehouse on the loading docks. 

"Open it." 

"This Mr. Elijah Smith paid big money to have this dredged out of the gulf. What's ever in it, it's got to be worth a fortune. I say we renegotiate." 

Elijah silently standing behind them said, "I'm afraid that, was my final offer," As he killed all of them. 

"Hello, Sister." 

"Tell me I didn't miss Christmas." 

"Do they, like, pay you?" Cami asked the House Staff, who was pouring the blood from her cut wrist into a glass. 

Klaus walking in, "Handsomely and with a generous Christmas bonus. Isn't that right? Legrow."

"So you just compel her to nod and agree with whatever you say?" 

"I compel her to feed me and to hang the occasional Christmas ornament. She can say whatever the hell she wants. You seem better." 

"Yeah. Thank you for letting me stay here for the past couple days and giving me space to not talk, I thought I would see Hayley and the kids, I haven't seen them at all while I've been here."

Klaus's face remained impassive as he took a sip of blood, "My Wife and Children are staying with Ansel, I didn't want them around while we have so many enemies after us." Klaus informed her and Cami nodded.

"Why didn't you go with Elijah to help Rebekah? I hope it's not to stay and baby-sit me," Secretly hoping it was, and Klaus wanted to ring her neck, getting involved with this fight against his enemies, wishing he could compel her still.

"It's not a good idea for he and I to spend Hours together in confined spaces, given that the prophecy foretells one Family member felling another." 

"You don't think he would hurt you?" Cami asked. 

"I don't know what to think... And that damn fortune teller's predictions continue to unfold despite all our efforts." 

Camille phone buzzes, its Vincent, "I'll see you later."  Cami says to Klaus and leaves.

"Taking over my bar. You don't really strike me as a jazz fan." 

"You're a Strix now, Marcel. What's yours is our and vice versa. You should be grateful. You need my help, as I imagine the Mikaelson's still want your head. This venue is brilliant. A neutral space where magic is useless. It should do nicely, at least until I install a suitable Regent to shepherd the local witches." Tristan said. 

"Well, that might take a while. See, the last Regent was shunned and the one before that murdered. No one's really eager to step up," Marcel drawled. 

"As a member of this organization, you should know that we do not wait for Men to step up. We step them up." Tristan informed him. 

"Ok. So we install an ally as Regent. Good plan if you can find a witch willing to do your bidding." 

"In fact, I have a candidate... Young, malleable. His name is Van Nguyen. It seems someone killed his Mother. As it is Christmas and I am, despite reputation, a charitable Man, I made an offer. He'll use his powers to do as I ask."