Regret ▻ The Originals [2]

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Nightfall had come soon enough and Klaus, Marcel, and Ophelia all sat together on the couches, talking about the problem at hand, "The wolves have the numbers," Marcel informed Klaus, "Back in 1925, the Guerrera pack was maybe one hundred. Ophelia and I went guerrilla warfare on their asses, and wiped them out over a four-day fight." He explained as he and Klaus played a game of go on the gameboard in front of them.

"But we're not just talking about Guerreras now, guys. Remember that," Ophelia spoke up, leaning forward to take Klaus' turn on the game, "They've been having wolves coming in from packs all over the country."

Klaus sighed, sitting back up from leaning back in his chair, "Well, we don't need to hit them all," He replied, picking up his glass of scotch, "Just the twelve with the rings that take us out every full moon."

"You wanna find twelve rings," Marcel repeated after Klaus, "Go out, chop off the hand of every wold you find until you get what you want. Come on, you taught me that. The two of you and Elijah are stalling. Why?"

Klaus and Ophelia remained silent for a long moment, sharing a glance with each other. Klaus took his turn on the board and Marcel leaned forward in his seat, "Because it's possible they're in possession of something very dangerous to us. Well, Elijah and I, not Ophelia," He informed Marcel, who immediately caught on when Klaus excluded Ophelia from it.

"They have the stake that can kill you," Marcel told Klaus, coming to a realization.

"It went missing the night I lost my child," Klaus informed Marcel quietly, "So...it's in play. The thought of that makes me very nervous...especially on nights like tonight."

Ophelia let out a large sigh, turning her head to glance through the window to see the full moon. She could already feel herself becoming weaker, even if the sun had just set only an hour before.

"Why would you tell me that?" Marcel questioned Klaus, confused as to why he had told him the information in the first place.

"Depends," Klaus began to reply, "Do you have it?"

"Of course, he doesn't, Klaus," Ophelia answered for Marcel, "That kind of weapon does him no good. If you die, he dies." She paused, turning to glance at Marcel, who nodded his head in agreement.

"Don't forget about every vampire he and I have ever sired," Marcel reminded Ophelia.

Klaus inhaled sharply, "Well, then..." He trailed off for dramatic pause, "Perhaps you'd like to help me get it back. We attack the wolves tonight when the moon hits its apex. They won't expect it when I'm weak."

"Hey," A familiar voice spoke up, causing Ophelia to turn her head to see Joe, an old friend of her and Marcel's, "Bad news or good news?"

Ophelia chuckled, both her and Marcel standing up, "Klaus, this is Joe. Joe, this is Klaus," She introduced Klaus to the man Marcel had turned way back when.

Ophelia rushed over to Joe, hugging him. Joe smiled, hugging Ophelia back.

"Now, you wanna talk Guerras, nobody fought harder back in 1925 than Joe here," Marcel added in, walking over to Joe also as the younger vampire handed him a record, "Fought so hard he retired into retail. Been keeping the peace ever since, living right under their noses."

"Yeah, well, good news is young order came in this morning," Joe informed Marcel as he took a seat beside Ophelia on the couch she went back to sit on, "Bad news, I got made. Your friend Davina saved my ass, but what's done is done."

Ophelia smiled at the mention of Davina and took a sip of her drink.

"So pour me a drink, play me a song, because it's going to be my last," Joe continued on.