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"What?" I asked, playing dumb to as why they were all staring at me in such a manner. "Can't I pop 'round to play, too?"

The witches of the quarter remained silent, prompting my suspicions of their shady ass actions.

"Speaking of which," I continued, beginning to step around in a little circle, looking at all of them with a little bit of fire in my eyes. "What game are we playing here, exactly? One would hope it isn't hide and seek, because if so... Well, you should all know that hiding in groups isn't the best idea."

The witches were silent once again, all frozen with what was either fear or animosity.

"Well, despite my love of reindeer games every once and a while, I'm here on business." I said with a little shrug, sighing lightly. "A little birdie told me that a dear friend of mine was targeted and attacked just a few hours ago. Care to fill me in?"

Once again, I was met with a strong silence. Now they were just being difficult, and my job was already pretty fucking hard. Case in point, and the fact that I'm not even getting paid a dime in return. All I get are free death threats and an abundance of free hatred, which doesn't exactly pay the bills. Which is why I may have had a certain best friend/wannabe sugar daddy of mine compel a certain asshole landlord of mine never to have me pay rent again. I will always be thankful for the powers of the vampire race.

"Now you guys are just pissing me off." I said with attitude, placing my hands on my hips. "Come on, we're all friends here! Just tell me who did what to Klaus MIkaelson and where they are, and this can all be over! It's easy, really."

"Klaus Mikaelson needs to be stopped." A brave witch spoke up strongly.

"Says who?"

"Says the thousands that he alone has killed, and the ancestors that you ignore oh-so-ignorantly."

At her words, my mood officially turned sour.

"First of all, I doubt that the dead care all that much, seeing as they're, well, dead." I began, staring the witch right in her green eyes. "And secondly, I do not ignore the ancestors, we simply just don't have the best relationship, if any relationship at all. You know, seeing as they're constantly plotting toward my demise and all. And lastly, as a person that has had people trying to kill her since she was fresh out of high school, I can tell you that it fucking sucks. So ease up on Nikky-Boy. We all make mistakes sometimes."

"And what of the witches that tried to take him down?" Another witch piped up, this time an elder woman with graying hair and squinting eyes. "Will their actions be pardoned as 'mistakes'?"

"Yes." I answered honestly. "And I will make sure that they will never happen again. I laid down the law, plain and simple, the first time we met. And I distinctly remember one of my main points being that the Mikaelson family were off limits. I don't see why that's a concept that is so hard to grasp."

"Maybe because we've all seen, first hand, what the Original family is capable of. You've just arrived and decided to be friends with them off the bat."

"Yes, and because of my great and prosperous friendship with the Mikaelson family, we have come to an agreement that as long as no one comes after them, they will make sure we are protected. With the Mikaelsons on our side, we don't have to live in fear of practicing magic anymore. We can be free, as long as you guys don't do anything to screw it up! Like, I don't know, ambushing and attacking the most powerful of them all?!"

Okay, maybe that wasn't in concrete yet, but it was pretty much implied in our relationships with one another. Elijah wasn't going to let any harm come to me or anything I care about, and Klaus... Well, he likes the idea of them being in check and not running around New Orleans trying to kill everything on sight. As for our personal relationship, I have no interest in having one.

"They are liars." Another witch seethed. "They are not to be trusted!"

"Would it kill you all to be a little more positive for once?" I asked in astonishment, looking around at all of the witches. Not one of them was showing any signs of being positive about the situation at hand. "Look. I get that you don't trust them. I get that you don't have the best relationship, too. I really do get it. There are some people that I would rather die and come back to life fifty times over than trust again. But I'm afraid that we aren't as flexible with what we want and what we need right now. So we need to do what's best for us and for us only. And sometimes unlikely alliances are parts of that. I also get that you don't trust me either. I'm an outsider of which you have no ties to. I'm just a girl from Washington with a little too much on her plate and a damn-near multiple personality disorder. You didn't want me here, you still don't. and you may never want me here. But I am doing what is best for you and our community. If we can end the tyranny that the vampires like Marcel mother fucking Gerard hold against us witches here, then we can inspire other covens, as well. And before you know it, we're back! We can practice our crafts freely and openly instead of being tied to some vampire for the occasional daylight ring or locator spell. This alliance is the future. This is our chance. This is our time to rise. And I will be damned if one of you little punks decides to ruin it all by some measly, failed attack on our one chance of survival!"

As I spoke louder and more passionately, the elements began to react. The wind started to howl, the earth began to shake lightly, the flames in the torches roared, and the little puddles of water that were all over the cemetery had begun to gather into one big puddle at my feet.

"So I will ask you once more," I said sternly. "Who is responsible for the attacks on Klaus Mikaelson?!"

And suddenly, as if my words had finally gotten through their thick skulls, they all turned to a young girl around the age of sixteen. She reminded me of Davina so much that it almost hurt me to think of what I had to do. But this girl wasn't Davina. She was the girl that almost ruined everything that I had worked for and everything that I would continue to work for.

So with one twist of my wrist, the girl was dead at my feet. I choked back my gasp as all the other witches screamed, but I held up my hand to silence them.

"I promised no mercy." I said stoically, all trace of emotion gone. "This was nothing more than an act of betrayal and violence. You had all been warned, and now you have all been warned again. But believe me when I say that this will be your last warning. No harm comes to the Original family."

And with that, I took a shaky breath and left the cemetery, leaving the witches to mourn the death of the girl that I had murdered right before their eyes.

I walked all the way back to my apartment instead of using my usual means of teleportation, using it as time to reflect on my actions and what was to come. I knew that the witches weren't just going to give up on the Mikaelson's demise that easily, and that it was almost certain that I'd have to do it again. And shit, would I do anything not to.

Stepping into my apartment, I finally let the tears that I had been holding in go. Wiping them furiously, I shook my head and laughed dryly, sensing the presence of someone that was the reason for the shit show that I was stuck in.

"A kid." I mumbled, running a hand through my kinky hair, not facing the man I now hated more than anything at the moment. "Of all the people to have picked a fight with you, it had to be a kid."

"You did what you had to do." A stoic Klaus Mikaelson stated from behind me. "You had no choice."

"I had no choice because you gave me no choice, you fucking prick." I hissed, snapping and whipping around, getting in his face. "Don't you dare tell me that I did it out of necessity. I did it so that you wouldn't hurt anymore people, me included. I just killed a fucking kid. A kid, Klaus. She had her whole life ahead of her. I-I mean, she couldn't have been older than sixteen. Sixteen years old, and now dead. Because of me. I murdered her because of you. I'm a monster. Oh, God, I'm a monster―"

Suddenly, I was in his arms. He shushed me lightly, cradling my head and pressing me close to his body. At first, I tried to fight him. I kicked and screamed, beating his chest angrily whilst shouting even more profanities to him. But he just held me tighter and cooed to me louder until I had finally given in to my emotions and broke down. Leading me to my bed, he sat us down and continued his comforting. And it was in that position we stayed for the rest of the night.