Alex Frost

Chapter 21

Stiles pov
  Klaus decided to bring Cami here to be his therapist and wanted me to be there.
  "Over the course of my life," he begins, "I've encountered no shortages of those who would presume to speak of good and evil. Such terms mean nothing. People do what is in their best interest, regardless of who gets hurt. Is it evil to take what one wants, to satisfy hunger even if doing so will cause another suffering? What some would call evil I believe to be an appropriate response to a harsh and unfair world."
  Cami speaks up. "No offense, but I'm not sure I follow why you've invited us here."
  Klaus turns to look at her. "Because I enjoy Stiles' company, and I sense that you have the capacity for understanding someone of my complexity. You see, I returned to New Orleans to investigate a threat posed against me. What I found was a young woman, pregnant, in need of protection."
  I interrupt. "You're main goal isn't to protect her, dumbass. So stop acting like it is."
  He glares at me but continues. "My brother, always the do-gooder, try to manipulate me into helping her."
  I interrupt again. "False."
  He keeps talking ignoring me. "He thought it might redeem me. Trouble is, I have since learned of another young woman, a girl really, one with vast potential, held in captivity by a tyrant. I want to help both of these women— protect one and free the other. So tell me Cami, does that sound evil to you?"
  She shakes her head. "I don't believe in evil as a diagnosis. I think you have unstable personal relationships, stress related paranoia, chronic anger issues, Fear of abandonment. I think you could benefit from talking to someone professionally."
  He smirks. "I think I prefer to talk to you," he takes a breath, "so I'm going to offer you a job as my stenographer."
  She takes interest. "OK. What are we writing?"
  "My memoirs of course," he answers. "Someone should know my story, and it'll give us time to discuss other riveting subjects,-"
  I cut him off. "Like your handsome suitor Marcel."
  She looks at us baffled. "Excuse me. My private life is—"
  Klaus speaks over her. "Your private life is, as it turns out, essential to my plans. You see, Marcel wants you, and because of that, he will trust you, which serves me." He gets up from his seat. "The thing is the French quarter is on the verge of war. On the one side, there's me, and on the other Marcel along with a very powerful witch," wow straight to the point, "and an army of vampires."
  Cami looks stunned. "What?!"
  Klaus quickly pins her to a wall. "You're frightened. Don't be," He compels. She instantly looks relieved. He lets her go.
  She looks confused. "I'm not scared anymore." He smirks. "That's amazing. How did you—"
  "It's called compulsion," I answer. "It's a neat bit of vampire trickery. I wish I could do it."
  "First, let's talk a little more about Marcel," Klaus continues as he sits back down.
  We talk a little more after that, but nothing I'm interested in. I'm too focused on calming myself down because of the careless flirting the two are doing.
  Later in the day, Rebekah, Hayley, a witch named Agnes and I are in the living room.
  "I told you, Agnes, I feel great," Hayley insists.
  "You are overdue for a check up," Agnes tells her.
  "What am I gonna do, pop into the quarter for quick ultrasound?" Hayley asks. "A pregnant werewolf escorted by witch? Nothing to see here."
  Rebekah speaks up, getting pissed off. "A lot of women would kill to have a child. Strikes me as odd that you're not taking better care of yours."
  I can smell guilt rolling off Hayley.
  Agnes leans closer to Hayley. "I know doctor out in the bayou off the beaten path. Now I took the liberty of making an appointment for you tonight after hours, just us. Vampires will never get a word of it."
  Hayley contemplates it for a moment. "Ok. Fine. Bayou baby doctor it is." They get up to leave.
  I walk over to Rebekah and sit next to her. She is on the computer searching on a map of New Orleans. "Looking for Elijah?" I question. She nods.
  Klaus walks is. "Please, sister, tell me you're not still at it with the Internet search. How does one begin anyway, just type in "anonymous attic"?"
  Without looking up she answers him. "Someone has to find Elijah, even if I have to search every bloody attic in New Orleans."
  "Like looking for a needle in a rather large pile of needles," Klaus comments.
  "I remember details about the attic Marcel took me to. There were shutters on the windows behind Elijah's coffin."
  Klaus walks over. "Well, that should narrow it down immensely." He sits down on the couch in front of us. "Myself, I prefer actual strategy as opposed to mind numbing labor." She stops typing on the computer to look up at him. "Marcels delay in returning our brother makes me suspect he's no longer in charge of the situation. If Davina's loyalty to Marcel is strained, perhaps the young witch will be open to discussing a new alliance."
  Rebekah gives him a dissatisfied smile. "As usual, your power grabs are more important than rescuing your brother."
  "I prefer to think of it as killing two birds with one stone— rob Marcel of his secret weapon, bring our brother home," Klaus admits.

Scott's pov
  My pack and Alex's pack are walking with Marcel and a few of his vamps.
  "Big event tonight, a lot of people drinking, a lot of eyes watching," he begins. "I don't want any trouble, which means no witches. Send word through the cauldron. Any witches come here, we kill them," he looks at me, giving me a face as if saying he's sorry, "and while we're at it, no originals. I don't like how Rebekah's been snooping around." He stops and turns to us all. "I got my girl Cami coming, her and a little friend of hers. I want eyes on them at all times, eyes only, all right? I don't want anybody going anywhere near either of them. On another note, the McCall and Frost packs will keep eyes out for hunters. If they see them and tell you, come to me. Everybody's got a post, everybody keeps an eye out. We cool?"
  And with that everyone dispersed. Andruw had made communicators, so that we could all talk without straining our hearing. All of us put them in our ears and went off in pairs. Malia with Lydia, Mason with Corey, Liam with Theo, Alec with Nolan, Me with Andruw, Alex with Phoebe, Selma with Kristen, and Joseph with Dmitry.

Nolan's pov
Alec and I walk into a bar named Rousseau's. He immediately goes off to flirt with some girl. I'm sitting drinking a beer with vervain when I see a familiar face. Gabe. My breathing gets faster and more panic. I saw Gabe die, it's impossible. Unless somehow he's a vampire.
  I press a finger to the com. in my ear. "Guys," I say with a shaky breath. "Gabe's alive," he notices me an walks towards me,

"and he's coming my way."