"He's a narcissist, a complete oaf that will never see what's coming his way." Medusa spoke to Davina as she looked at herself in the mirror and debated wether the dress was appropriate for the night events.

Davina sat upon her bed, tapping two paint brushes against her thighs softly and watching as one of her guardians concentrated on the task. She bit back a smile and debated her next words, Medusa and her were relatively close and spoke over many things but maybe this would be pushing the line— still the teenager couldn't help but do it. "Is that why you've changed so many times?"

Medusa flung her obsidian black hair over her shoulder to look at the blue eyed girl and raised her brow. "What do you mean?"

"You've changed at least 5 times tonight, I've never seen you do that for one of Marcel's parties." Davina remarked, she threw a jean jacket off the bed and into the nearest seat. "You're doing it for the original."

Medusa scoffed and adjusted her dress, choosing to stay in the dark red ensemble once and for all. It was a bit short but she decided that for the party at Marcel's compound it would do justice. "Davina, You've lost your mind."

"Could be, I've been cooped up here long enough." The teenager sassed, "or I could be right."

Medusa decided to move on and reached over to grab her cellphone which she planned to stuff into the neck of her high boot. "I've got to start heading out, otherwise Marcel might start relentlessly texting me."

Davina crosses her arms, smile suddenly dropping. "I guess I'll see you until tomorrow then."

The Gorgon turned to look at her when her voice dropped she sighed, walking over she took a seat on the bed next to the girl and felt bad. Davina was a child, and despite how fast she had grown up and her willingness to be isolated Medusa knew the brunette wished to enjoy time outside. Sometimes she felt horrible herself for leaving the girl in the attic for so long but until they all fixed the issue with the witches there was no safe way for Davina to enjoy the real world. Medusa reached out and tucked her chocolate brown hair behind her ear to gain her attention. "Hey, ill text you all night, keep you updated on anything."

"I'm sorry it's just sometimes—"

Medusa silenced her, "no need to say sorry, Davina, you're allowed to want to go out. I'm not entirely sure of all the customs in modern era but I do see many girls your age out and about. And remember I was trapped in a temple most of my young years myself, I know how you feel but trust that it will not always be like this. Soon you'll move into Marcel's compound with us and you'll be able to live life with all of us."

Davina felt comforted by the words and despite the fact her life would never be normal considering she was even now holding the hand of a mythical monster she still felt hope. Her hand patted against the brunettes and she felt the silver snake appreciatively slither from Medusa's hand to her wrist in a simple gesture and then slither back. She happily accepted the gesture and smiled, "alright, well I think you look beautiful in that outfit and I also think you're late."

Medusa nodded, she sometimes wondered why Davina always brought out the better in her despite most believing she was rotten to the core but decided never to think too much over it. Davina was one of the few to get past the tales and murder to see her best.

She stood and her heels clicked against the ground as she grabbed her jacket, "alright well enjoy your night with the mummified original. Call me if anything happens."

Davina nodded as the two briefly glanced at the coffin in the room. It too up an entire wall but Davina didn't seem to mind as she was determined to help Marcel hand these originals their ass. Medusa was at first disturbed Marcel thought it was a good idea to store Klaus' gifted brother with the little witch but she had to admit it was rather intriguing to look at him. He was as handsome as his brother and regal where Klaus was not, even partially dead she couldn't help but enjoy staring at his face.

The casket was closed when she walked by and she patted it to Davina's amusement before turned and winking at the girl, "see you tomorrow little witch."

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Medusa loved the parties at the Abbatoir, they were always so much more enjoyable then anywhere else. All the unsuspecting humans with their excited eyes and pumping blood she could see how stupidly naive they were and how the vampires tried to withhold their urge to drink from them. She had to admit it was nice to be in the know, to count down as the monsters prepared to escape and watch as just like fairytales, hell let loose at midnight.

Her view was from the second floor, overlooking the crowd she leaned against the railings of the balcony and happily sipped from her drink as she watched chaos ready to commence.

The partygoers all mesh together, not a monster in site to the untrained eye but to someone as sinful as Medusa—well she could just see in the eyes of Martin that he was ready to rip into some throats.

She hummed to herself and counted in her head the last few seconds before midnight. The gates to the Abbatoir closed, music pumped just a little louder so as to not attract unwanted attention from all the screams, the vampires dropped their friendly demeanor and set eyes on prey, and finally the clock struck twelve and the real fun began. The vampires attacked their prey like ravenous animals which she supposed they were but even so they did it with such determination that nearly everyone was either bleeding out or needs satisfied.

"This is how I keep my guys happy: the occasional, all-you-can-eat buffet. My night-walkers love it. I've got 'em working hard, trying to earn one of these daylight rings. They deserve to blow off a little steam. My day-walkers, the trusted few – they just like the party." Marcel's booming voice interrupted her entertainment and she straightened her back, eyes watching as the vampire King and the Original walked towards her.

"And you love? Not partaking in the festivities?" Klaus was the first to speak to her. His blue eyes trailed from the perfectly styled half up ponytail to the silver heels on her feet and the black nail polish on her toes. She was tempting, he thought to himself, and even more so given the information he's acquired over the prior night.

"I prefer to hunt my meals then have them strewn to me like a buffet," Medusa respondes without missing a beat.

Is she was lying she was good, Klaus once more thought as her fingers didn't even twitch when he spoke. He couldn't shake the idea that she was someone else, something the witches had told him.

"And one more thing." Sophie Deveraux stopped the original hybrid from ridding himself of her as she turned on her heel before the door to the old home could shut behind her. Sophie along with Sabine had come to drop off Haley Marshall after Klaus had agreed to the witches proposal.

Klaus groveled as she spoke, "what? Would you like me to murder your high school teacher as well? Holding any grudges for them?"

Sophie blinked at him in a very unamused way and tapped her foot against the ground. Everyday she found a new reason to hate herself for coming up with this plan to trap the originals. Elijah had been bearable, he was willing to compromise but Klaus was so damn snarky all the time. Sophie sometimes wished she could break his neck and no longer have to deal with him because honestly he was becoming more of a pain the Marcel.

Sabine looked at her as if to remind to bite her tongue and Sophie complied by exhaling a relaxing breath before speaking. "No, what I was going to say was there's one more person you need to watch out for?"

Klaus laughed lowly as he leaned against the door and contemplated shutting it in their face. "Rest assure love there is no one I need a warning about, now goodnight have fun destroying another's life."

Sophie reached out and kept the door from shutting her face set in a grim line as she felt Sabine beside her also tense, "yes you do." She pushed the door open fully when Klaus seemed intrigued, "you weren't the first person we called to in our desperation."

Klaus's mind went rampant with thought of just who these idiotic witches would call out too? His father was certainly out of the question as Marcel would have long since been killed and beside the old bastard was dead. His mother was much like her dearest husband and anyone else that could compare was no match still.

"Don't keep me in agony, Sophie, tell me already." Klaus said after an aggravating second of silence.

Sophie blinked to Sabine who in turned dropped her gaze and walked back to the car all the while Klaus was fully invested in finding out the perpetrator.

"The elders wanted to bring forth something that they knew could defeat Marcel; something that owe its life to us so we searched and searched. We were running out of time and patience until finally we found a spell. It was hidden away under piles of others and stored as to stay hidden for the rest of eternity and when we opened it up we knew exactly why. It was a spell to get into Hell, to break something out of Hades grip. We weren't looking for anything specifically just throwing out a line and hoping something would follow. From the stories of Hades we did know one individual in particular was down there and we may have chanted to her more then the others. We called out and she reached, she came to us and then escaped. She broke before we could even glance at her face."

"And what was the name of this monster you stupidly decided to lift," Klaus asked with less interest before as even he wanted to admit it sounded like a fairytale.

Sophie could tell he wouldn't believe her when she told him the name but she didn't care, the Gorgon had doomed the witches and she needed to be stopped. "It was Medusa," and when Klaus' gawked at her in disbelief she scoffed, "look believe me or not I'm doing you a favor. She knocked out a roomful of witches and elders within the first 20 seconds of her being resurrected."

"Forgive me if I don't believe in myths love it's just I haven't seen proof of this women, no ones turned up made of stone in the quarter now." Klaus countered.

Sophie was relentless as she answered, "Bastianna locked her abilities to do that away before she could try. In doing so Medusa was pissed and nearly killed them all with a blast of her own magic before anyone got a look of her face. She won't be as recognizable now but we think she may be with Marcel, we've found her snakes around the cemetery and traces of dead witches with her signature on them."

"And how do you suppose I go about in finding this Medusa, if you don't have the slightest idea of her appearance." Klaus snapped, this witch was going to have him draining at least 6 humans of blood before the night was over. As if dealing with a pregnant werewolf and his brother wasn't bad enough now he had to find a mythical creature—it was bloody ridiculous.

"Bastianna cursed her, she through the bloodied sand from her first death at her before she could get away and the serpents in her head ceased, thus ending her ability to turn others to stone but the connection is growing weaker with every witch killed. The only way you'll know it's her is by the ruins on her skin, they were burned there with the sand. They marked her and will never be gone." Sophie went on and she saw how klaus's eyes seemed to distance themselves before she was rolling them and stating. "Look, it's very likely she also hightailed it out of here but if she is still in the Quarter with Marcel he's got her very close to his inner circle. And if the stories are to be believed she's also extraordinarily beautiful, any of that ringing any bells?"

Yes, Klaus immediately thought as images of the beautiful M came to mind. She had been different, but he could never put his finger on just why and everything made sense but the marks on her skin were not present. M stood out in a crowd of hundred of beauties, she was extraordinarily beautiful just like Sophie had said. And besides her beauty her eyes always were full of mischief, like she knew an inside joke Klaus would never obtain. Since they'd interlocked eyes the original hybrid had known she was different and while this made sense there was no way he would tell Sophie Deveraux of all people because if it were true then not only was Marcel keeping a secret weapon but he also held a warhead and Klaus was certainly not about to hand over valuable information like that to the witches.

He looked Sophie dead in the eyes and with a lie so blunt and smooth he states, "no, goodnight Sophie."

And closes the door on her face all the while his mind complexed over the supposed vampire.

Klaus now in the present smirked at who he suspected to be Medusa, "there is a sort of charm to the hunt isn't there."

"Even more so when your intended is hard to get," She hums back and her eyes stroll from him to the crowd. Her lips red as usual danced with glee and Klaus peaked down to her skin, flawless tan and not a suspicious look to it.

Klaus decides to get back to the original topic as Marcel is beginning to look elsewhere and he needed him as well. "It's quite an operation. Tell me – what about the victims? Seems like a lot of graves to dig."

Marcel's charming smile is back as he is once more in the spotlight and he boasts, "Can't kill 'em all. Too many folks go missing, tourism drops. So, we heal them with a little vamp blood, erase their memory, send them on their way – no muss, no fuss."

And as leading by examples a few of the vampires do so after they grow full. Klaus watches this and nods in agreement, "I'm impressed."

"Nothing I didn't learn from you back in the day."

Medusa restrains from scoffing at her friends response, he was sucking up to the original in the most obvious way, it was practically comical.

Thierry appears from one of the halls, his face full of concerns. "Marcel."

"Sup, Thierry?"

Thierry looks to Klaus for a moment and speaks, "Six of our guys were killed in a bar outside of the Quarter. Night-walkers. No one saw who."

Marcel growls with pure aggravation, "dammit, just the thing I needed to ruin the night." He stayed still for a moment and slowly turned to Medusa with a dazzling smile that usually worked on anyone except the few people who could rival it.

She eyes him for a second and turned away, "not my problem. A bunch of dead vamps sounds like something for sweet Thierry over there."

Marcel sighed as if disappointed, and turned back for Thierry who was more then willing to help while Klaus was now even more impressed by the brunettes refusal to help.

"What is it you do then, M," Klaus questioned, getting closer to her by leaning against the railing sin much the same manner as her. "No politics and vampire business."

Medusa smiles at her companion, "I enforce the peace." Klaus responded by lifting a brow and she went on, "dead night walkers aren't exactly my business but finding the culprit just is. Whoever they are, they'll be happy for the night but tomorrow will come their reaping." She leaned off the rails and began to walk away, leaving Klaus even more mystified before as she spoke over her shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse me I've got some hunting to do."

Marcel eyed Klaus who's smirk said it all, he was intrigued and ready to play. Good, Marcel thought, Medusa was ready for the Original hunt.