Klaus walked into the room that Hayley had claimed as her own and saw her sleeping peacefully on the bed. She was a sight to see, the morning light dancing along the soft planes of her skin, her hair spread out around her and breathing calmly.

He had always thought that what he felt around Caroline was something long and lasting, but standing here, looking at the young woman on the bed, Klaus felt like that might change. He turned and looked at a paper laying on the table.

Klaus picked it up to look at it closer and smiled when he saw that it was rough pencil sketch of the left side of his face.

"Good morning." Came Hayley's sleep addled voice form the bed.

"Good morning, little wolf." Klaus said as he turned back towards her. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did." Hayley smiled as she sat up. "This house is like a sauna and I love it."

"You like the heat then?" Klaus asked, wanting to know more about her.

"That's an understatement." Hayley laughed. "I absolutely hate being cold and I thought about moving to Hawaii but I wanted to find my family first."

"I've actually never been to Hawaii." Klaus admitted. "Been almost everywhere else, but not there."

"Maybe we could take the baby there for a vacation sometime?" Hayley asked hopefully.

"Sounds like a plan." Klaus nodded at her, then he held up her sketch. "This is pretty good."

"Oh, you saw that." Hayley blushed and rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment. "You don't have to lie, you know?"

"I'm not lying." Klaus denied and he wasn't. "This is pretty good."

"Thank you." Hayley smiled and looked at him through her lashes. "I usually do tribal stuff, though."

"Can you show me some of your work?" Klaus asked with a smile, he loved that she was interested in art and drawing.

"I can show you when I'm done with the piece I'm doing, if you want?" Hayley offered hesitantly.

"I'm looking forward to it." Klaus nodded at her.

"No one had ever really been interested in my drawings before. My adoptive father used to burn them and slap me around some for doing something so 'useless'. That was of course until they threw me out at fifteen." Hayley admitted, but mumbled the last part quietly, forgetting that Klaus could hear her.

"Where did you go?" Klaus asked as he sat down on the bed beside her. When she looked confused, he added, "When they threw you out."

"Right, vampire, you could hear me even if I mumbled." Hayley huffed softly. "And to answer your question; I lived on the streets until I was nineteen and got a job."

"I'm sorry." Klaus murmured.

"I'm not, not really." Hayley told him. "Living on the streets taught me how to defend myself, fight dirty and be happy for what I've got. And if push come to shove? There is nothing in this world I wouldn't do to protect this baby."

"I'm beginning to think we are a lot alike, you and I." Klaus chuckled. "We're both castoffs who learned to fight when we're backed into a corner."

"Well, we're backed into a corner now." Hayley pointed out.

"Ah, that we are." Klaus placed a gentle hand on her cheek as he stood up in front of her. "It's time to fight, little wolf."

"Bring it." Hayley smirked making Klaus chuckled, then she frowned. "This whole thing with Marcel – the deal you have with the witches, trying to take him down, take what's his – Rebekah told me that you two once loved each other like family. What happened?"

"I made Marcel everything that he is. I treated him like a son. And when my father chased me and my family from New Orleans a hundred years ago, we believed Marcel was killed – we each mourned him, in our own way." Klaus explained quietly. "Yet, when I returned, I found not only had he survived, he had thrived. Instead of seeking us out, instead of sticking together as one, he made a choice to take everything my family had built and make it his own."

"Bastard." Hayley muttered darkly and she saw Klaus' lip twitch a little.

"Now, he's living in our home, he is sleeping in our beds. That 'M' he stamps everywhere... it's not for 'Marcel'. It's for 'Mikaelson'." Klaus said darkly. "I want it all back, and if I have to push him out to get it, then that's exactly what I'll do."

"And I will help you in any way that I can." Hayley promised somnolently. "No one deserves to have the person they raised and treated like their own child, take their home from them."

"Thank you, little wolf." Klaus muttered and hugged her quickly before he walked out the door.

As he walked downstairs, he met Rebekah as she entered the front door.

"You were right." Rebekah said as soon as she saw him. "The girl, Cami, she's the key. Marcel likes her and because of that I got to see the secret weapon of his that you've been going on about."

"Well, dear sister, good work." Klaus said and he could se the shock and happiness flash through Rebekah's eyes. "Do tell, what is it?"

"It's not a 'what', it's a 'who'. A girl. Davina." Rebekah explained. "She can't be more than sixteen and I have never felt power like that."

"A witch." Klaus hummed, he hated most witches but he also respected their power and what they could do for him.

"She's not just any witch, she's something I've never seen before, something beyond powerful and now she has Elijah." Rebekah looked worried for their brother. "Who knows what she could do to him."

"Where is she?" Klaus asked, also worried but not going to admit it. He had regretted giving Elijah over to Marcel as soon as he had done it.

Rebekah stood still and stared at a wall as she tried to recall where Elijah was being kept. "That clever bitch. I don't know."

"What's wrong?" Klaus placed a hand on Rebekah's shoulder.

"She wiped my memory of the location." Rebekah looked up at Klaus with angry, scared eyes. "Marcel possesses a weapon bigger and more powerful than an Original and you handed over our brother to him!"

"Dear sister..." Klaus tried to say but Rebekah interrupted him.

"How many times will Elijah forgive you?" Rebekah asked with a glare. "How long until his hope for your redemption finally dies?"

"I will get him back!" Klaus said loudly. "I will do whatever it takes."

"Whatever it takes?" Rebekah looked at him seriously.

"Whatever it takes." Klaus promised and he meant it with his whole being.

During the last few days, he had found that Elijah might be on to something when he said that 'Family is Power'. Klaus had noticed himself feeling stronger and more confident in his decisions and in himself ever since Hayley and Rebekah had moved into the mansion and trusted him, somewhat at least, to make the plans for the future.