Mikaelson Of Mischief

Twins in New Orleans

Alexander found himself inside of the plantation home at Niklaus' request. Why Klaus asked him to be there, he didn't know. What he did know was that Camille was there as well which only made Alex arch an eyebrow at his brother who was currently monologuing.

"Over the course of my life, I've encountered no shortage of those who would presume to speak of good and evil. Such terms mean nothing. People do what is in their best interest, regardless of who gets hurt. Is it evil to take what one wants? To satisfy hunger, even if doing so will cause another suffering? What some would call evil, I believe to be an appropriate response to a harsh and unfair world." Klaus spoke as he moved around the study.

What Camille didn't see was the glare Alex was giving Klaus as he spoke about taking what he wanted. Alex knew his brother was the epitome of evil, be he would never admit it, he was far to stubborn to admit he was either wrong or what he did was evil.

Speaking of Camille, the young bartender listened to Klaus as he ranted albeit, confused. "No offense, but I'm not sure I follow why you've invited me here."

"You and me both, Ms. Camille." Alex said and got a small smile from the girl. Alex returned the gesture before looking back at his older brother. "Care to explain, brother?"

Klaus rolled his eyes at his brother, but smiled genuinely at Camille. "Because I enjoy your company. And, I sense that you have the capacity for understanding someone of my... Complexity. You see, I returned to New Orleans to investigate a threat posed against me. What I found was a young woman, pregnant, with a sister who both needed protection. My brother, always the do-gooder, tried to manipulate me into helping them... He thought it might redeem me. Trouble is, I've since learned of another young woman, a girl, really, one with the vast potential... Held in captivity by a tyrant. I want to help all three of these women... To help my other brother to protect the two and free the other. So, tell me, Cami... Does that sound evil to you?"

"I don't believe in evil as a diagnosis. I think you have unstable personal relationships, stress-related paranoia, chronic anger issues, fear of abandonment. I think you could benefit from talking to someone. Professionally." Camille spoke confidently, although she was still confused by the situation. Alex however, let out a loud laugh making both of them look over at him.

"I'm sorry. But, Camille, can you say that again? I want to record it for later, because I don't think anyone has ever given Niklaus a more accurate diagnosis." Alex said giving his brother a sarcastic smile.

"I truly do hate you sometimes, Mischief." Klaus said rolling his eyes at his brother again. He turned his attention to Camille and smiled at her in amusement. "I think I prefer to talk to you. So, I'm going to offer you a job as my stenographer." Klaus said nodding to himself as he made up his mind without even asking.

"Okay." Camille said still confused. "What are we writing?"

"My memoirs, of course." Klaus said sitting down in front of Camille while smirking. "Someone should know my story. And, it will give us time to discuss other riveting subjects, like your handsome suitor, Marcel."

"Excuse me? My private life is..." Camille sputtered out offended.

"Unfortunately your private life is, as it turns out, essential to my brother's plans." Alex spoke up, cutting Camille off.

"What do you mean?" She asked looking over at him. He motioned his head to Klaus and she turned to see him grinning.

"You see, Marcel wants you. And, because of that, he will trust you, which serves me. The thing is, the French Quarter is on the verge of war. On one side there's me and Mischief, and on the other, Marcel. Along with a very powerful witch and an army of vampires." Klaus told her nonchalantly, bot caring that he had practically exposed the supernatural community of New Orleans.