The Originals

Klaus walks the New Orleans home whistling. Today was a success, if I do say myself. He smirks as he pours himself a glass of scotch. Ah, those witches will learn there place. We've been gone some time, it's time we reclaim our land.

Rebekah scoffs with a dry laugh. Marcel is on the hunt for you. Old sins, Nik. She checks her nails, she bites down hard on a smirk knowing her former lover is about to make this game more intresting.

Elijah rolls his eyes as he adjusts his tie. I still say we all sit until we reach an agreement as to where things could possibly lie.

Klaus looks up from his glass glaring. Always the noble brother, aren't we? Don't make me laugh. This is more of a challenge, we are settling things the way we always have.