The Originals~

"Then why don't I make this easy for you", Klaus smirked grabbing her phone right out of her quard and checking the message. "Darla huh? Now, if you don't get me the exact information where Hayley is at this very moment, I will personally pay your beloved daughter a visit and rip out her heart."
He threw back her phone and sat down on one of the chairs infront of the desk before throwing his feet up on the wooden surface. After that he put his hands together on his stomach and smiling at her.
"You have fifteen minutes so I would hurry if I were you sweetheart."

"Okay then." She said dialing a number. "Hey, Darla. Could you do me a favor?" She said in a cheerful tone.
"What?" Darlas answer was.
"Rip your own heart out." Joan calmly and it got dead silent on the other end.
"You've become a burden." Joan said and she heard the pretty much unwelcome sound of blood gushing. The phone shrieked as it took the sound of the other phone dropping to the ground. Joan herself hung up like nothing happened and put the phone in her pocket.

"Well that was easy enough then", he said without showing any sympathy. "But further on then, if you not find my girl within an halfhour, or as I recall it, twentyeight minutes, I will hang you upsidedown in chains, drain you of blood and then chop your head of."
He stood up and looked at Elijah, who strangely had been standing quiet all this time. "I'm going to the grill to catch a drink, feel free to join me if you wish."
He turned around and started to walk to the exit. "Oh also, if you try to run, I'll hunt you and everyone you ever met down and kill them."
With that he was gone throught the door.

"Oh, I'm incredibly scared." Joan said and sat down by her computer. She hasn't gotten any new information från Seattle, she either her contact is dead or just not having any reception. Joan opens the email instead and reads it through. Darla had been in New Orleans, but she has more people there, it's a big city. The email speaks of the witches, the vampires... the overall situation. It's kind of interesting, especially since Darla must've had a crush on Marcel. Didn't she know that Rebekah and Marcel were a couple? Or kind of. Joan would call it complicated. All of a sudden her phone rings and she picks it up.
"Talk to me." She said and the voice in the phone was not her contact.
"Don't you dare lead them to Seattle." Joan laughs out loud to this statement.
"I guess you're going to stay there then?" Joan replied.
"Don't you dare." The voice replies.
"No, I would never do that." Joan said sarcastically.
"They're not the only one having it out for you."
"You don't say?" Joan replies and hangs up.

"You can't kill her Niklaus." Elijah statet while coming up beside him.
"And why not? It would be much easier than waiting for the vervain to get out of her system, if she drinks any I mean", Klaus said without hesitation. "Anyways, if she don't find anything we'll have to go on a roadtrip. And if you don't mind saying it, you're the one who wants to find her the most considering the little romance going on between the two of you."
Elijah rolled his eyes before lowering his hands deep into his pockets. Klaus knew his was right, he always was, although this time he had a little porblem with finding himself lost. He didn't like the fact that he had no clue where to find Hayley and the only source he got was a suicidal woman who basically was more heartless than himself. If that was even possible of course.
"Speaking of romances, you're only going to the grill to find Caroline, aren't you?" Elijah asked with a grin, Klaus didn't anwer that question, he didn't have to.

"Mistress, aren't you going to run?" One of her lackeys had come in. Probably with thought that Joan would like a drink. Joan looked at the blonde woman standing there with a knife.
"No, i don't feel like it. I feel like some alcohol though." Joan said and opened one of the cabinets and picked out a bottle.
"But won't they kill you, mistress?" The woman asked and Joan laughed slightly.
"What's your name?" Joan asked smiling.
"My name is Elle, mistress." She replied.
"Well, Elle, if I die I can be glad to tell you that you won't have to serve under me." Joan said and Elle looked distressed.
"Leave me." Joan said and Elle left without any hesitation. Joan herself started drinking from the bottle. Not really caring what it had inside it.

The Grill hadn't changed at all the last couple of weeks he had been away. Still the same drinking men in the dark corner, sipping their whiskey before getting thrown out because they were to drunk.
Klaus sat down beside the bar waving to the young waitress behind it. "Bourbon."
The witress nodded and disappeard behind the bar before appearing again with a bottle of the finest bourbon you could get at The Grill.
"Leave me the bottle", Klaus said staring into her widen eyes. She nodded numb before leaving him and Elijah again to take care of a couple of collage students that had entered the bar.
"You didn't have to compell her", Elijah said.
"Now what would have been the fun with that?" He poured the liquor into two empty glasses and gave one of them to Elijah.
"Cheers mate", he said before clearing his glass of its content. Then he poured another glass and swept that ass well.
"Depressed?"Elijah asked staring at his full glass. "I'll go back to Joans place, maybe she has found something."
"Whatever", Klaus mumled while pretending to read the label on the bottle. Elijah emptied his glass before he walked out of the bar leaving Klaus all by himself.

"Oh for the love of god, he's dead too? Are you joking me!?" Joan almost screamt at the phone since she just recieved the news that not only one of her contacts in Seattle has died but two.
"No, why would I joke about something like this?" The man at the other end replied and Joan sighed. "Fine, email Reggie and the second Cassandra and tell them to get going to Seattle, they're not that far away." Joan replied as calmly as she could. Those god damn idiots killed two out of four contacts in Seattle.
"And for the love of god, keep an eye out for the wolf girl and tell me if she's on the move." She continued.
"Yes, mother." The man replied and hung up. Joan slammed her notepad. Filled with names and places. Names of her family, their numbers and all that. Now three of those names were erased. Not that much, just enough to be a bother.

Niklaus Mikaelson, the lonley drunkie at the bar, or something like that.
Klaus looked around his shoulders, he hadn't seen any of the Salvatore brothers either, surprisingly enough. Those two would probably know about Hayley since they both had a lack of not knowing things.
He poured the third glass of bourbon without drinking it at once. He had never thought that he actually would step into Mystic Grill again, at least not for a couple of centuries.
"Klaus?"
Unvillingly he knew exactly whos voice it was from the person standing behind him. He would notice it if it so were caught up in a crowd. He turned around with a smile, meeting her amazed eyes.
"Caroline, what a lovely surprise", he said.

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Elijah walked in just as she emptied the bottle.
"I'm very sorry, Elijah, but it seems like you and your brother has get to Seattle. I suggest taking a plane." Joan said slightly drunk. "Do you want some? I think I have another." Joan said smiling as she started looking through the cabinet again.
"No, thank you." Elijah replied and Joan looked at him with slight confusion.
"Fine, but it's a good year for alcohol." Joan replied.
"And what are you suppose to do?" Elijah asked her and Joan looked at him.
"I think I'm going to move again." Joan said. "Whatever else would I do?" She asked him.
"Well, wouldn't it be easier for you to come with us?" Elijah said and sat down in one of the chairs in front of her desk.
"I don't really think about making it easy for you." She replied with a slight sigh.