a bennett witch and the original Hybrid

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We need to be strategic about this, Niklaus. You can't just go in there and challenge Marcellus," Elijah argued; frustration present in his voice as he tried, yet again, to present his point to his stubborn younger brother.

As expected, Klaus was resolute in his opinion that Marcel's defiance should be met with a strong reprisal. They were Original vampires; much more powerful than every single one of Marcel's minions.

"I fail to see what's wrong with my strategy of going there and ripping Marcel's heart out of his chest, breaking these bastards' necks and setting them on fire," Klaus responded; his hand tightening around the glass of Bourbon until his knuckles were paper white and the crystal made a noise signaling it was about to crack. Knowing this would be the fourth broken glass in a period of three hours; Klaus set it down on the antique coffee table.

Also nursing a drink of her own, Rebekah stayed quiet on this matter. She knew Klaus enough to realize that he would rebut every single idea either of them had to offer. He was feeling guilty, maybe for not being able to shield Bonnie and his daughter from possible danger, and that guilt would never allow him to take a backseat and analyze the situation. No, he was ready to go on attack mode and take the scorched earth route.

"That would be a perfectly fine plan if it weren't for the fact that Marcel has hundreds of vampires following his orders and, most important, a powerful witch to do his bidding," Bonnie pointed out, making her presence known as she entered the room.

After getting a much needed rest and calling Dr. Lydia to make sure her blood pressure spike wouldn't lead to any dangerous complications in her pregnancy, Bonnie was ready to face the music. As much as she wanted to go back to bed, go to sleep and pretend everything was okay, she knew better. Ignoring this problem wouldn't make it go away, unfortunately. It would snowball until Marcel, his band of vampires and werewolves were knocking on their door.

"I'm fine," she said before Elijah even had the chance to open his mouth. Ever the worrier, he would probably argue that she should sit this one out, which was so not an option to her.

In that subtle yet almost patronizing way he had perfected, Elijah raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to side; questioning her without having to say a word. In another situation, Bonnie would have been annoyed with that. This time, she understood why he didn't believe her. No smart person would; one glimpse at the dark shadows under her eyes would prove her wrong.

"Come on, you know I'm not going to stay up there while you're down here discussing our future," Bonnie argued, moving to sit on the armchair next to Klaus, who was standing by the unlit fireplace.

Shifting from side to side, she tried to get comfortable against the soft velvet fabric, but it was no use. She was a ball of nerves, full blown anxiety and God knows what else. If it weren't for her swollen and sore feet, she would be probably pacing across the floor; burning through the expensive rug.

"Well, love. You just interrupted Elijah rejecting a perfectly well crafted plan, but from the looks of it you agree with him," Klaus said, causing the rest of the room to roll their eyes. Elijah in a more discreet way, as to not agitate Klaus, and Rebekah and Bonnie with no discretion at all.

Leave it to Klaus to turn this discussion into a popularity contest and grumble about not receiving enough support.

"Oh please. I thought this was an open discussion, not a 'let's do whatever Klaus says' thing," Bonnie shot back; almost chuckling when she saw his face contort into a grimace.

"No, but I would think this was a 'let's go with the best plan of action', which happens to be mine. Marcel and his vampires are small ants compared to us. I could take hundreds of them in one go," Klaus boasted; not understanding why Bonnie and his siblings were so hesitant when it came to his plan.