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EIGHT [THE HELP]

Gabe was stuck with Klaus, again. The witch was very angry at Stefan for blabbing. Betrayal or any action of disloyalty wasn't taken lightly by the witch. After living a thousand years, the immortal witch learned a thing or two about revenge. Stefan should watch his back. 

"Drink up." Klaus gave his new transitioning wolves a little taste of the doppelgänger blood. Gabe watch with little to no interest, all the witch was thinking about was how to help Mikael and get revenge on Stefan Salvatore. The ringing of a phone pulled Gabe from his thoughts.

"Yes?" Gabe monotonously spoke, a look of boredom strung across his face.

"Gabe?" Came Stefan's voice from the other end.

"Yes. Who else would it be?" The witch asked. Gabe watched as Klaus smiled, looking around the camp full of dead, transitioning vampires.

"I need to talk to Klaus." The younger Salvatore demanded.

"You can tell me, I'm sure he's already eavesdropping into our nice little chat." Gabe replied, leaving no room for a complaint or another demand. But Stefan still proceeded to ask anyway, even after he clearly comprehended Gabe's reply.

"Give the phone to Klaus."

"You have no room for making demands. I'll find out sooner or later." Stefan huffed from the other end of the line.

"Fine." The young vampire gave up, not wanting to anger Gabe more than he knows he has. "Mikeal is dead." As soon as the words escaped Stefan's lips, Gabe's phone was ripped out by none other than Klaus Mikealson. Many angry paces made by the hybrid later, Klaus shoved Gabe's phone back into his hand.

"Meet me in Mystic Falls when you're done with this lot." Klaus demanded, already making his way to the car before Gabe could get a syllable out.

"When I get done with this lot?" Gabe calls out, looking over the multitude of hybrids, some alive and some still 'dead'.

"Yes you!" Klaus yells out the window, talking loudly because he knows Gabe doesn't have enhanced hearing. Soon enough, Klaus was driving off, leaving Gabe with transitioning werewolves and a bag of doppelgänger blood.

Huffing, Gabe made his way around the camp, feeding those who needed blood a sip of the precious blood. Soon, all the werewolves were successful hybrids. "Okay, now I have to teach you all everything I know about being a vampire." Gabe announced, all eyes on him.

"And how do you expect to do that when you yourself aren't a vampire?" A female hybrid called out, looking over at Gabe, expecting him to not fight back. But that wasn't the case. It was a bad move on the hybrid's.

Gabe quickly marched over, his fist already in a ball. "I—" he clenched his fist tighter, the hybrid dropped to all fours, she could feel her bones breaking, as if she was shifting into a wolf, but it wasn't a full moon. "—know more than you think. A thousand years on this bloody earth teaches you a lot. I'll give you a free tip, don't piss me off." Gabe growled, not taking a liking to a werewolf-vampire that thought that he was weak, that he was ignorant. Looking into the eyes of the hybrid, he waited for her to submit. Once she did, he let her out of the grasp of his magic. "As you have all witnessed," Gabe turned to the rest of the hybrids, "I am a witch. Now, let's start you little Vampire 101." Gabe walked around the group, watching to see how controlled they were around him, how much they wanted the warm blood running through his body. So far, Gabe noticed, that they didn't seem effected. Gabe raised his hand, almost like a twitch of his wrist, a sharp rock was then resting flat on his palm. Pushing past the pain, the pain he was use to, Gabe dragged the sharp edge of the rock across his palm, letting blood drip onto the ground from the wound he created. Soon, like he predicted, all the hybrids sprinted to Gabe, trying to get a sip of Gabe's blood. But before they could put a finger on him, Gabe pulled back, an invisible shield blocking the hybrids. Tutting, Gabe shook his head, "Your control, it needs work, all of you." Gabe then let his shield drop once he healed his wound with his magic. "I would suggest not trying to take a drink of my blood." Gabe advised.

"Why?" A hybrid asked once regaining his control.

Gabe smirked, "Feel free to, if you want to be signing you death wish." Gabe watched as all the hybrid's eyes bulged and their mouths open in shock.

"I thought you were a myth." One hybrid spoke out.

"And what have you heard?" Gabe asked, curious to know what people's imagination have come up with.

"Many things," another hybrid answered, "that you can be the death of The Originals. That you're immortal. That you're the most powerful witch alive."

"All those are true," Gabe proudly admitted, "but I'm not just the most powerful witch alive, I'm the most powerful witch ever, dead and alive." 

Wear something nice to Tyler's read the text Klaus to Gabe. The witch huffed, wishing that he'd finally be able to get rid of Klaus after what he was going to do next. Parking his sleek black Cadillac, Gabe stepped out to be met with the Salvatore Boarding House. Taking a deep breath, he made his way to the door. Not even bothering with the formalities of knocking, Gabe entered the large house. "Why are you here?" Damon asked, looking at Gabe with an angry expression.

"I'm here to steal all your bourbon." Damon sent Gabe a sarcastic smile that could rival the witches, key word could.

"What are you really here for?" Damon asked, fed up with Gabe's sarcastic reply.

Gabe simply smiled before dashing to the living room where a certain vampire hunter stood. "For him." Gabe pointed to Mikeal. Said vampire hunter turned around at the sound of a voice he hadn't heard in a thousand years, a voice he could never forget.

"Gabriel." Mikeal hissed, letting his vampire face show.

"Mikeal. What? You can't even say hello?" Gabe asked, poking the bear. Soon, Mikeal had enough of the witch, he attacked. But it was useless, Gabe was too powerful. With a snap of his fingers, Gabe had Mikeal pinned to the wall, unable to escape. "You are no longer a match for me." Gabe stated, giving a sharp glare to the vampire hunter. "But that's not why I have come." Gabe waved his hand, letting Mikeal fall to the floor with a thud. "I'm here to help."

"And why—" Mikeal stood up, brushing the dust from himself, "—would I, them, we want your help? Hmm?" The hunter asked.

"Because, we want the same thing," Gabe said, running his hands over the bookshelf, "we want Klaus dead." Gabe smirked as he watched Mikeal think over Gabe's offer.

"Fine, but what do you want in return?" Mikeal asked. "We all know that your help for something this big doesn't come for free."

"Nothing now," Gabe looked around, seeing all of the gang, Mikeal, and Rebekah, "but I will collect." 

"Stefan." Gabe nodded, his voice emotionless. He stood next to the younger Salvatore, the punch bowl in front of them.

"Gabe." Stefan replied, equal amount of emotion. Suddenly, Stefan turned to Gabe, "If you do anything, anything that could screw up my one chance of freedom, then I will kill you." He threatened. Gabe thought back to when he overheard Stefan and Klaus, he heard that Stefan could be free from Klaus's compulsion.

Gabe laughed at Stefan's attempt of a threat. "I'd like to see you try." Gabe replied, walking off to execute his part of the plan. Gabe had given the white oak stake to Damon, he made Damon promise that he'd use it on Klaus, and only Klaus. 

Gabe stood in front of Klaus's truck that held the family. Smiling, Gabe opened the trunk, revealing five nicely polished coffins. "Happy Birthday, Klaus."