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Street

Nahele was watching from a safe distant as night falls. To be honest, his mood well lessen when every Nightwalkers member is dead. The fact that they won't leave shows how foolish they are. And he's on the look out for anything. "It's Mardi Gras. Did they really think they could break our spirits that easily, after everything we've been through? The vampires can't scare us out of our own city. We're stronger then they are. So, grab a hammer, some nails. Let's get this float on its right-side up. We will rebuild, and we will march tonight, whether they like it or not. Let's go! Come on. Come on."

Freya came and surprised Keelin. "Hey. Sorry I'm late."

"How's Hope?" Keelin asked.

"Um... struggling. Klaus is with her." Freya responded.

"How pissed is he?"

"I'd say somewhere to the left of berating and to the right of plucking out hearts."

Keelin nods, confirming that Klaus is that posses. "I assume you got to... get back to them?"

Freya nods. "Mm. Are you still getting on a plane?"

"Tomorrow. Yes."

"Well, then, I'm not going anywhere. If we only have one day, we're gonna make the best of it."

"Okay."

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Lafayette Cemetery

"Vampires and werewolves have hated each other since the dawn of time. Now, just because some lunatic decides that he wants to put that in writing doesn't make it anything new."

Ivy informs the Vincent. "We're in the middle of Mardi Gras. This is a sacred time."

"And why do you think he's doing it right now? And if we show them attention, then we're only feeding the beast."

Ivy was in disbelief. "So, what, we turn a blind eye? These people kidnapped two people. One of them is a mother of one. The other a mother of eight."

"No, no, no, no, no. We stay smart. I mean, witches were always used as the match that sets the whole bonfire ablaze. Now, if we stay out of it, maybe cooler heads will prevail." Vincent still thinks negotiating will prevail.

"Or they won't. And when the nightwalkers are done harassing the werewolves, they'll come after us. Look, we have to pick a side, Vincent. There's no way around that."

Emmett appears. "She's not entirely wrong."

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Tomb

"We simply want things restored to the way they used to be, minus Marcel's boot on your throats. We think it's a fair offer."

Vincent scoffs. "Except I never said I would negotiate with you about anything."

"You're a talented man, Vincent, a respected leader, and I can tell you genuinely care for your community. Working with us would be a wise choice."

"Okay, Emmett, you know what? That sounds to me like it's a threat, and I don't like threats." Vincent warns him.

"I get it. Your life is much less important to you than the welfare of your people. Your responsibility to them is your greatest motivator."

Vincent is done with that. "I'm gonna tell you what. If one of my witches gets so much as a paper cut, I'm coming for you. I'm gonna rain hellfire down on each and every single one of you, so what you really need to do is go on and get the hell on up out of here before I yank your punk ass out into the sun, you heard me?"