Dependent - The Originals

1.7

Camille walked through the cemetery, walking directly to her brothers grave. On which, written in red paint was 'Murderer'. She began to wash it off.

"I was on my home, saw you duck in here, knew exactly where you'd be." Father Kieran walked up behind her.

"This is getting old." Cami commented as she turned back towards her uncle. "It's the second time this week." She pointed out.

"Third." Kieran explained "I cleaned it off the day before yesterday."

Camille chucked the cloth on the floor "it's pointless. They'll just do it again."

"Folks need time to heal. Sean killed innocent people. No one is getting over that any time soon."

"I think-- I think I'm losing it like he did." Camille said as she took something out of her pocket, it was the drawing of the tattoo design Klaus saw." I found this in my pocket. The lines... it's a secret code Sean and I used to use when we were kids. I have no memory of drawing it. Something is not right. I just can't figure it out."

"Come here." Kieran hugged her." Maybe you should leave town for a while...give your head some space. I know your dean. You could put your thesis on hold."

Cami shook her head. "I can't. This means something. I just don't know what."

"Not everything has meaning. Sometimes you just have to let go. You should leave New Orleans. This town isn't for everybody. Please."

*

Marcel stood by the barrier of the balcony. Watching as others laid out the bodies of the ones that have fallen because of his plan. He watched as they poured alcohol over the cover up bodies ready to burn them.

Klaus walked up to him slowly. "Looking at what you've wrought?"

"Look if you're going to kill me, let's get this over with."

"Why would I kill you?" Klaus asked. "You picked up the coin. There are rules of engagement on battle, Marcel. Without them, you'd have anarchy. I would however, like to talk about accommodations, your living quarters for example. I believe they used to be mine."

"You want all this? Fine it's yours. You can put me back on the street for all I care, but let's make one thing clear. You'll never have this-- loyalty. You can't buy it. You can't own it. You can't force it. It comes only out of love and respect for the people who believe in you. You taught me many things, Niklaus Mikaelson, but this I learned myself, and it is something you will never know. Enjoy your kingdom." Marcel left, leaving Klaus to watch Diego light the bodies on fire.

"Are you proud of yourself?" The too familiar, feminine voice asked from behind him.

"I should kill you right now, on the spot. " He didn't bother turning around.

"But you won't, and you can't." She said as she walked to his side. "Because you still love me." She smirked as he glared at her. His eyes empty and dark. "Back to my question."

"I've got back what's mine, of course I'm proud."

"So, it doesn't bother you that your only sister, plotted against you?" She walked around him to his other side. "That your brother doesn't trust you with your own blood?" She touched his cheek forcing him to look at her. "That the boy you once called son, jumped at the chance to imprison you? That I, the woman you love dearly was a part of it?"
He roughly pushed her back against the banister of the balcony. The vampires below looked up as Klaus had his arm around Amelia's neck.
"I've got what I came here for, and I stuck to our deal Klaus. You've got your kingdom and I get my freedom."

Klaus smirked. "You don't have your freedom until I have the knife."

"But you don't have the knife." Amelia smirked. Klaus checked his inside jacket pocket, and which was in fact empty. "Like I said, I got what I came for. I managed to cause some chaos in between as well, that's was a plus, without it I would be bored out of my mind here."

Then she disappears out of his grasp. Appearing back downstairs behind the fire, swinging the knife between her fingers. "It's been a pleasure really but it's time for me to go my own way." She stopped the knife from swinging and looked up to Klaus

"Tell Hayley, I'm sorry." She started to walk backwards towards the exit. "Goodbye Niklaus. Always and forever."

*

Marcel was walking along an empty street, he walked along the sidewalk head down. "Lift that chin up, your tiara is falling princess." He sighed

"What do you want Amelia?"

"Well, I came to watch you gloom after you were defeated. Which is much less entertaining to watch, then I imagined." She smirked. Marcel turned around to see her calmly sat on the bench.

"I wouldn't have been defeated if you didn't trick me into believing that you would help." Marcel pointed out as he walked towards her.

She laughed; it was demonic but angelic sounding. Her voice was hypnotic, and she knew it. " I did help, didn't I? I got him to you, I risked giving him my knife, my knife that I can be put to endless slumber with."

"But you had your own agenda in mind while doing so."

"Of course, I did. I always plan ahead, my dear. Which is something you need to learn, if you want your kingdom back." Amelia said looking at him.

"And you're going to help me do that?"

"What? No! That absurd, why would I do that?" She laughed. " Marcel, I have what I came to New Orleans for." She took out he knife from her inside coat pocket. "I am completely free. Once and for all."

"So, you made a deal with Klaus?!"

"Yes, I did. Your kingdom, for my freedom. Quite a fair trade if I say so myself." She stood up dusted off her jeans and fixed her jacket.

"Fair trade?" Marcel raised his voice.

" I never said I'll help him keep the kingdom." She walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder. "I'm sure you'll figure out a way to get it back."

He looked at her as if she grew another head. "You've had this all planned from the start."

"Yes, we already been through this Marcel. " She sighed. "Farewell, Marcellus Gerard. I have a ghost or two to get out of my head. It surely has been a pleasure."

Then, she walked away from Marcel disappearing into red smoke.

"Farewell, Amelia Moretti."

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A/N. Do not worry this is not the end. However, we are going to do a little time jump. To the second half of season one! This was a shorter one, but the next chapter is already in the works.

-Vicky.