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SINNERS AND SAINTS

"We had a deal!" Klaus' angry yell startled Nat slightly. Rebekah and Nat were sitting in the living room when Klaus rushed inside with Sophie. He sat her on the couch and was now standing in front of her. "You protect my unborn child, I dismantle Marcel's army. And whilst I've been busy fulfilling my part of the bargain, you allowed Hayley to be attacked and almost killed by a gaggle of lunatic witches."

"I had nothing to do with it, I swear." Sophie told them frantically. "Hayley and I are linked, remember? She dies, I die." The witch reminded them.

"Then who were they?" Nat asked confused and Sophie sighed.

"They are a faction of extremists. Sabine stupidly told them about some vision that she had about the baby." At those words, Rebekah, Nat and Klaus raised an eyebrow, clearly suspicious about this new information.

"What kind of vision?" Klaus asked suspiciously as he sat back on the couch next to Nat and Rebekah.

"She has them all the time. They are totally open to interpretation. I'm guessing she's wrong on this one." Sophie said whilst she shook her head.

"Well, how, may I ask, was this particular vision interpreted?" The hybrid pressed on. Sophie looked between the three of them and bit her lower lip.

"Pretty much that your baby would bring death to all witches."

"Ah, well, I grow fonder of this child by the second." Klaus said, an amused smile painted on his lips. Nat rolled her eyes and Rebekah sighed loudly.

"Sophie, look- I promised Elijah that I would protect the Mikaelson miracle-baby whilst he tries to win your witch Davina's loyalty. Why don't you tell us just how extreme this faction is?" At Rebekah's words, Sophie's face changed.

"Elijah's talking to Davina?" She asked, shock written all over her face.

"Yeah. As we speak, I imagine." Nat nodded and Sophie exhaled.

"I'm guessing she'll have plenty to say about that crowd."

"Do tell." Klaus leaned forward on his seat, intrigued by Sophie's

"I... wasn't always an advocate for the witches." Nat raised an eyebrow, curious to know more about that. "My sister was devoted, like our parents, and our upbringing was very strict, which drove me nuts. The minute I turned twenty-one, I left the Quarter to travel... and play. But, I wanted to be a chef, so I came back to Rousseau's. One day, Jane-Anne came to me and told me that the elders had called a vote. They were going to move forward with the Harvest."

"What the bloody hell is a Harvest?" Rebekah asked, taking the words right out of Nat's mouth.

"It's a ritual our coven does every three centuries so that the bond to our ancestral magic is restored. We appease our ancestors, they keep our ancestral power flowing." Sophie explained and the three of them looked at her even more confused.

"And why haven't I heard of this?" Klaus asked her.

"Because a Harvest always seemed like a myth. A story, passed on through generations like Noah's ark, or the Buddha walking on water. The kind some people take literally, and some people don't." Sophie shrugged. "They had the girls of our community preparing for months. Four would be chosen for the Harvest. They said that it was an honor, that they were special. I thought it was a myth."

"Was it?" Nat asked her intrigued. Sophie looked at her guiltily, but before she could say anything, Klaus' cell phone started ringing. He got it out of his pocket and looked at the caller before answering.

"Marcel. Bit early in the day for you, isn't it?" He said over the phone as he stood up. "Rather you than me. All that responsibility seems like such a bore." The hybrid said, smiling fakely as he voiced that out. Suddenly, his eyes snapped to Sophie. "Dead witches in the Bayou. Sounds like less of a problem, and more like a cause for celebration." Sophie's eyes widened at his words. "Oh, why not? Haven't been to the Bayou in ages. I'm on my way." Hayley entered the living room in that moment, holding a cup of tea in her hands.