"She's still not better?"
Stefan sighed heavily into the phone, it sounded like he was shaking his head. She could picture the furrowed brow look he sported more often than not. "No. But Damon has an idea."
"Uh oh." Sybil replied warily, "Let me guess. You're iffy about it."
"Well... he thinks we should let Katherine torture Elena. She showed up once Klaus was out of Mystic Falls." He said, slowly.
She thought about it. "I hate to say it, Stefan. But he's right. I'm not there to bring her back so that's probably your best bet."
"Speaking of. Where are you."
"New Orleans." She said, frowning. "Klaus... I can't tell you anything. But I'm here to- for moral support."
"It's ok if you aren't over him."
"Stefan get off the phone with you girlfriend, Katherine's here."
A feminine voice is heard. "Girlfriend? Hmm?"
"I'll go." Sybil hung up and glanced at Klaus. He was examining the crowds of people around them. He had a smile on his face. Was he enjoying this? The last time she was here didn't seem like too fond of a memory. "Well, are you going to do anything?"
Klaus looked over at her, smirked, then looked back up. His eyes stopping on a witch. By looks of it, an elder. "Follow me, little bird." He walked over to the older woman's table and sat down, while Sybil stood. "Good afternoon. Time for one more?"
The woman kept her eyes down, and started packing. "I have nothing to say to you."
"Oh, now that's not very amiable, is it?" He smirked. "You don't even know me."
"I know what you are. Half-vampire, half-beast. You're the hybrid."
That made him smile. "I'm the Original hybrid, actually, but that's a long story for another time." He pointed to Sybil, "Do you know her?" The woman shakes her head. "Ahh well. We'll get to that later on in the chapter. I'm looking for someone-- a witch. Perhaps you might be able to help me find her. Jane-Anne Deveraux."
"Sorry. I don't know."
"You're lying." Sybil said, breaching the thin walls of her mind. She saw flashes of witches. Blood. Jane-Anne Deveraux. There was another sister. Sophie. She withdrew herself and watched Klaus. He knew how to get things on his own. He's adapted well.
Klaus smirked and leaned foreword. "Well, now that's a fib, isn't it?" He took her hand and smiled, "Now, you see, I know that you're a true witch amongst this sea of poseurs, so enough with the fabrications. I've quite a temper."
"Witches don't talk outta school in the Quarter. The vampire won't allow it." She said, snatching her hand away. "Those are the rules. I don't break Marcel's rules."
"Marcel's rules?" Klaus gave Sybil a knowing smile, "Where do you suppose I might find Marcel?"
She sighed. "There's a bar."
-
They were almost outside of the bar where Marcel and his crew hung out, when Sybil stopped Klaus misstep. "Wait, what are you going to do?"
"Easy, darling, I won't hurt him."
"I know you won't." She replied, then tilted her head. "But there's no doubt you'll do something villain-like."
He chuckled and placed a hand over his heart. "You wound me, my love."
"Stop calling me those things. I'm here for support. I know you cannot be killed, and you're much stronger than me, but I'm the most powerful psychic and i'm here to make sure you stay out of trouble. Believe it or not , I still love you."
