Alex Frost

Chapter 20

Stiles pov
I get out of bed, almost healed completely. I walk around when I see Hayley on the floor read an old book.
"What are you doing?" I ask, startling her.
"Oh. I'm reading Elijah's journals," she answers closing the book.
We hear Rebekah's voice in the other room. "I can not believe you disposed of those vampires without me. You know how I love to set things on fire."
"Was I supposed to leave them in the front yard to rot?" Klaus retorts. "Besides, they were my responsibility. They attacked the helpless, pregnant girl who's carrying my child."
Rebekah tuts. "Oh, I am so moved by your newfound sense of fatherly duty towards the werewolf carrying your hybrid bun in her oven."
Klaus scoffs while Hayley and I walk into the room.
"The werewolf would like to know what the plan is," Hayley comments.
"Well, that depends what plan you mean, luv— my plan for global domination or Rebekah's plan to find love in a cruel, cruel world."
Rebekah throws a pencil at Klaus, though he catches it.
Hayley rolls her eyes. "The plan to rescue Elijah, you know— the good brother, the one who is now in the possession of your mortal enemy after you stabbed him in the back."
  "In the front, if we're being specific," I correct.
  Klaus' eyes widen when he sees me. "You should be resting."
  "I can take care of myself Klaus thank you very much." He decides not to argue further.
  "You two said that you would get him back." Hayley looks at the two of them. "So is there a plan, or what?"
  "Okay." Klaus begins to walk and we follow. "Well, firstly, Marcel is not my mortal enemy." He stops and sits in a chair. "He's my friend, albeit one who is unaware that I am trying to sabotage his hold over the supernatural community of the French quarter, but a friend nonetheless. And secondly, I daggered Elijah in order to gain Marcel's trust. If I had known he would place my brother in the hands of a particularly nasty teenage witch, I certainly would have weighed my options a bit differently. And thirdly, sister, please."
  "And thirdly, the plan, as you have demanded, is for Niklaus to simply ask Marcel for Elijah back," Rebekah finishes.
  Hayley looks concerned. "That's not the whole plan, is it?"
  Rebekah scoffs. "Oh, please. Klaus may be a miserable excuse for a sibling, but there is none more diabolical."
  Hayley turns to Klaus. "That's only the plan a, luv."
  "There's always a plan b," I finish.
  "And what's plan b?" Hayley asks.
  Klaus smirks. "War."
  Klaus leaves to talk to Marcel.

Scott's pov
Marcel had asked me to come to the compound to talk. I walk in and see Marcel and another man walking on the balcony.
The man begins to speak. "Your inner circle man lacks a sense of humor."
"He's a little overprotective, but loyal to a fault," Marcel tells him. "I saved his life back in the forties," they start to walk down the stairs, "found him dying of a war wound outside a VA hospital. He'd kill for me and die for me. Plus, that boy can play the trumpet like you would not believe. Maybe I'll see if he can play a little tonight at the party." He turns to the other man. "You're coming, right?"
The other man answers with his British accent. "How can I miss my chance to meet the city councilman as he accepts your gigantic charitable donation?"
"Oh, he's a schmuck, but he lets us do our thing in exchange for certain community services, like keeping our fangs out of the locals." Marcel sighs. "Listen. About your brother, I would love to help you out, but Thierry is right. My guys are on edge. They see the original family moving in, vampires dying, it makes them nervous. If I hand Elijah back now, it might give the wrong impression about who's really in charge here. You know what I mean?"
"You understand I had to ask."
Marcel takes notice of my presence. He walks down the rest of the steps and the man follows. "Scott." He gestures to the man. "This is Klaus." He turns to Klaus. "Klaus, this is Scott McCall."
  I hold out my hand and he takes it. "Nice to meet you," I say. I smell something familiar on him. Stiles. He knows where Stiles is. I growl slightly.
  His phone rings and he lets go. "Sorry I have to take this." He leaves.
  Marcel looks at me. "Why'd you growl at him?"
  I clear my throat. "No reason. I just-" I shake my head- "it's nothing."
  Marcel doesn't look convinced but he lets it go. "Hey so there's a party tonight and you and your pack are invited. And the other pack."
  I nod. "Okay. Maybe it'll be a chance for your vamps to know us so they won't attack us randomly."
  He smiles. "Exactly what I was thinking."
  Klaus comes back. I look at Marcel then him. "Can I speak to you for a moment?" I ask. When I get him alone I pin him against the wall. "Where is Stiles?"
  He chuckles. "He's fine. He's still injured though. He's being a pain in the ass and he won't rest."
  I let go and laugh shaking my head. "That's Stiles for you." I look back up at him. "Sorry. It's just we've almost lost Stiles multiple times. It can't happen again."
  He nods. "I understand. He's safe. I assure you. Why are you with Marcel though? Werewolves aren't allowed in the quarter."
  "I have information on supernatural beings that he doesn't know about."
  "Oh. Like foxes?" I stare at him with wide eyes. "Stiles told me about you guys and some other supernatural creatures."
  "Oh okay. Well I guess I'll see you at the party." I go to leave.