"I fear word of your presence in Germany has spread. Rumors of Mikael are rampant across Europe," Elijah fearfully told his brother after an embrace. The two were just joking, trying to make it seem to everyone else that this was just a happy little family reunion.
"Come, sit tight August. I'll get back to your hackery momentarily," the dormant hybrid took a seat with Elijah and his wife, Aeliana at a table to talk.
"Little friend of yours?" The wife of the suited original snickered at Klaus.
"Hardly," he stated while looking around, making sure no one was looking.
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"Fifty werewolves killed in Stäbelow. A further eighty in Wittenberg, this village just outside of Bentwisch. Entirely wiped out. A dozen massacres, all within miles of where we sit, Niklaus," Elijah pointed at a map he brought in. Sitting back down, he looked at his brother with concern.
"Well, this is too systematic for Mikael. Besides, I've been keeping a low profile," he shrugged it off as if it was no big deal.
"Oh, is that what you call this?" Aeliana shot back, leaning back in her chair. She was always able to tell Klaus like it was without him retaliating, being one of the very few who could do so.
"Yes, Ali, besotted fornication is the norm here. The only ones who stand out are you two," he gestured towards the lovebirds.
"Always a pleasure, Nik," she mumbled under her breath, with an eye roll to follow. Her husband snickered at her before turning back to his brother with a serious face again.
"Rebekah. What if that lunatic we call a father found Rebekah and forced her to surrender your-" the nobleman started to ask, eyebrows furrowed, clearly concerned for his brother once again.
Klaus quickly interrupted him, "Rebekah is ensconced in Chicago with this Stefan character. She writes me often because I'm her favorite."
"Yes, I'm afraid to disappoint you, Niklaus, but Rebekah writes to absolutely anybody who will indulge her about this nauseating affair. She does seem happy," he pointed out with a shrug, looking at Aeliana, who nodded in agreement.
"Well, her happiness is of my highest order. You should know that," Klaus looked down at the map, a confused look on his face. "Hold on a minute." He placed a shot glass on the photo, focusing on where it was placed.
"What is it?" Aeliana asked with curiosity.
"If you don't mind!" Klaus exclaimed, getting up to take the picture off of August. He compared the painting to the photo in the news paper. He showed the duo what he was referring too, both of them getting angry, but concerned for how he will react.
