In which Rosalind Salvatore travels to New Orleans, to help Klaus Mikaelson find out who is conspiring against him. They soon find out there is so much more to the problem then they thought.
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Book 2 of Rosalind Salvatore's story.
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A/N: Rosalind's outfit for throughout the chapter is on the left and her outfit for the party is on the right.
Tangled Up In Blue
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Rosalind pouts as she complains to her best friend. "I cannot believe you disposed of those vampires without me. You know how I love to set things on fire!"
Klaus smirks as he responds. "Was I supposed to leave them in the front yard to rot? Besides, they were my responsibility. They attacked the helpless pregnant girl who's carrying my child!"
Rebekah rolls her eyes as she goes to stand next to Rosalind. "Oh, I am so moved by your new-found sense of fatherly duties towards the werewolf carrying your hybrid bun in her oven."
Hayley joins them in the foyer. "The werewolf would like to know what the plan is."
"Well, that depends what plan you mean, love-- my plan for global domination, or Rebekah's plan to have Rosalind's heart again?" Rebekah takes a pencil from the desk beside her and throws it in Klaus' direction. Klaus catches it easily before it can embed itself in his face.
"For your information, Nik. We talked. Rebekah and I have come to the conclusion that I'm an idiot."
"You're just realizing this now?"
Hayley sighs grabbing the attention of the three bickering vampires. "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."
"You three said that you would get him back. So is there a plan, or what?"
"Okay. Well, firstly, Marcel is not my mortal enemy-- he's my friend. Albeit one who is unaware that I'm 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." He turns to Rebekah and gestures for her to speak. "Sister, please."
"And thirdly, the plan, as you have demanded, is for Niklaus to simply ask Marcel for Elijah back."
"That's... that's not the whole plan, is it?"
Rebekah scoffs. "Please! Klaus may be a miserable excuse for a sibling, but there is none more diabolical."
"And that's only the Plan A, love! There's always a Plan B."
"And what's Plan B?"
Rosalind smiles as she glances at Klaus. "War."
Rebekah and Rosalind walk through the Quarter as Rosalind calls Klaus on her cell phone. "Niklaus, for the love of Mary Magdalene, how long does it take to ask a simple question?"
