Regret ▻ The Originals [2]

10

In the Bayou, Ophelia, Hayley, Jackson stood together near one of the trailers while Aiden paced around in front of them, "The wolves are freaking out," Aiden informed the three, "They know it had to be an insider who took down Vincent last night, seeing as no one could have been anywhere near him."

"Did anyone suspect it was you?" Jackson asked him concerned.

Aiden immediately shook his head in response, "No, not yet," He replied, "But they're gonna figure it out, which pretty much means I'm screwed unless we come up with a plan."

Ophelia, Jackson, and Hayley crossed their arms as they glanced at each other, trying to think of a plan, "Call a meeting, Aiden," Ophelia spoke up, narrowing her eyes at the male werewolf, "The entire pack."

Hayley nodded her head in agreement before adding in, "Ophelia's right. If they're so scared, now's the perfect time to convince them they need to ditch Esther."

Aiden held up his hand to show the moonlight ring on his finger, "She gave them moonlight rings." He responded.

"Well, those rings make you slaves," Hayley retorted and Ophelia was quick to nod her head in agreement.

"No, they make us powerful," Aiden argued with her, "We were exiles before, but now we run the city. The vampires are scared of us, and nobody, including me, is just going to walk away from that because--"

Before Aiden could finish his argument, Jackson cut him off, "Set the damn meeting." He demanded sternly, taking a daring step toward Aiden.

Ophelia watched as Jackson walked away before she turned her head to look at Aiden, who sighed in defeat before walking off.

Ophelia and Hayley shared a glance with each other, just before Ophelia walked over to where Jackson was opening a can of beer, "So are you going to work on a highly inspirational speech for the wolves or are you just going to get day drunk?" She questioned Jackson sarcastically.

Jackson took a large sip from the can before turning to Ophelia, "Little bit of both," he replied without a care in the world.

Ophelia rolled her eyes at him before snatching the beer from his hand, "Jack, it may be five o'clock somewhere else in the world, but here it's ten in the morning." She commented

Jackson turned away from her and went to lean against the boathouse. There was a small table next to him covered in books. He picked up a brown, leather journal off the top of the pile, causing Ophelia to take a glance at it before looking back at Jackson.

"You know, for months, I wrote down every single word Ansel said," Jackson informed her, "The entire history of our people. If only I'd know he was Klaus' father, I would have asked him a hell of a lot more," He paused, walking over to stand beside her, "You know, I was up all night looking through this, trying to find something, anything that would help me figure out how to get our people back."

Jackson tossed the book back onto the table, causing Ophelia to give him a curious look, "No luck, huh?" She questioned him, causing Jackson to let out a sigh.

"Nothing viable," He replied, "And now, Ansel's dead, along with Ollie. So, forgive me if I need a beer, 'case right now, I can use all the help I can get."

Jackson grabbed the beer can from Ophelia's hand before walking away. Ophelia sighed in defeat, running a hand through her hair. She froze for a moment, her eyes stopping on the journal on the table. She glanced around, just before walking over to the table. She picked up the journal to read it.

"What is that?" A familiar voice asked, causing Ophelia to turn her head to see Hayley walking over to her.

"Jackson's journal," Ophelia informed her, "He wrote down everything that Ansel told him these past few months."