Cami was the best psychologist that Beatrix had ever met.

This statement was probably biased, since Cami was the only psychologist Beatrix had gotten to know, and the only one she'd been to that knew of the supernatural world.

Beatrix and Cami had a private and very lengthy therapy session (with input from a very happy Hope, who babbled and held onto Beatrix as if understanding that she wasn't feeling well. The Heretic actually found it quite helpful to speak to Cami. She was a good listener and she didn't seem judgmental at all when she went into her relationship with Klaus or Elijah. She made her feel acknowledged, and it felt good for a modern day shrink to give her advice. Beatrix found that she rather liked Cami, and she could sense that Klaus had most certainly taken a fancy to her as well.

Within the day, they were already fast friends, and Cami had shown Beatrix more of what she could do on her phone.

"See, there is this thing called Twitter, and you can post things— what you're thinking, how you're feeling— it might be a good outlet," suggested the blonde. "And you can make friends on there, too."

"Hmm, I like that," said Beatrix.

And so she had made a Twitter account. It was rather strange, at first, since she had to give so much information about herself that she didn't really have, but once everything got settled, she decided on the username @ heretrix1684, which Cami thought was rather clever.

In the evening, the two women gathered up some food and made a simple meal, but were not joined by Elijah, who'd been avoiding them all day. Instead, he remained in the living room, looking out the window, as if he had no intentions of eating.

"I'm going to check on him," said Cami as Beatrix bounced Hope on her hip, waving her wands delicately in the air to make the plates wash themselves.

She left the room, and Beatrix listened in. At first, nothing seemed wrong, but suddenly, Beatrix heard Cami's heart begin to beat very rapidly, followed by a pleading cry for Elijah to calm down.

Beatrix set Hope down carefully and sped to the living room, shoving Elijah off of Cami just as the black veins bulged beneath his eyes. The vampire staggered back and sped away right after, not eager to have any sort of discussion with Beatrix.

"Are you alright, Cami?" asked Beatrix, leading her back into the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she breathed, though she looked shaken. "He's clearly worried about Rebekah..."

"I'll call Klaus to get an update," she said, scooping Hope up and pulling out her phone, dialing his number.

"I'm assuming Elijah has either wrecked the place, or you miss me," said Klaus, sounding mildly amused the instant he picked up.

"Oh yes, Cami, Hope, and I are pining right now, and we might lose our heads if you don't return to us," she replied dramatically. "Elijah's not doing too well. And from what it sounds like, Rebekah is still M.I.A. So... what's the game plan?"

"I am going to question Kol shortly— I've been dealing with something else. I will update you all on what I discover, soon. That is, if my bastard of a brother is willing to tell me the truth right away. Not to worry, love, I'd prefer if you and Camille remain with Hope for now. We will find Rebekah."

They had waited for another few hours before Klaus chose to call in an update, and when he did, it was to Elijah, who was outside on the porch. Cami crept out to listen, but Beatrix was able to hear the conversation perfectly fine from her spot on the couch, Hope now sleeping in her arms.

"I need you to trust me," Klaus was saying. "I can handle finding Rebekah."

"Brother, you are asking me to do nothing," said Elijah impatiently.

"Elijah, right now, the most important thing is that you are there, protecting Hope."

Elijah let out a dejected sigh. "So be it. I shall remain here with Beatrix, who does not intend to even look at me. And, of course, with the... hopelessly courageous Camille. She certainly has charisma, though she does lack stealth." There was a pause. "Let me call you back."

Beatrix tuned out quickly once she realized Elijah was going to talk to Cami. Whatever it was, it was private. Instead, she turned her gaze down to the sleeping baby. She looked so perfect, and innocent. It made the Heretic's heart ache to think that this little one would likely never be safe, not when it came to being Klaus Mikaelson's daughter.

"You are so loved," she whispered gently to the teeny girl. "You are going to be so strong, one day, I know it. So small, and yet, you seem to know what's going on already."

Her eyes batted slowly, like she could hear her. Smiling, Beatrix leaned down to press a kiss on her forehead as Cami and Elijah came back inside.

"I'm going to put this little one to bed," said Beatrix, standing up with Hope in tow. "Sleep well."

She didn't wait for either of them to respond before she sped up, and went to deposit Hope in her crib. She gave the girl one last kiss on the forehead before going to her room and locking the door, choosing to remain isolated for the remainder of the night, which ensued with dreams filled with nothing other than memories.

They had been laying in Elijah's bed, naked beneath thin sheets, curled up together and waiting for their breathing to slow down before they could talk, as they usually did, after making love, one night in 1904.

"Every single time," panted Elijah, bringing her head to rest against his chest, over his beating heart. "Every time... it feels just as incredible as the first."

She'd let out an airy chuckle, bringing her hand up to grasp his. "Well, that's basically all you. I don't do much of the work."

"And I prefer it that way, you know it," he said, smirking a bit. "It's so much better, mostly listening to you—"

"Shh." She moved up to cover his mouth, her cheeks tinted red. "Let's not get into that right now. I just heard them come home."

The two stopped to listen, and sure enough, could hear Klaus and Marcel laughing about something downstairs.

"They won't listen in," Elijah said, rolling them so that he was on top of her once more, making her squirm in delight when he dipped down to kiss down her body, going under the sheets and making her cry out in pleasure. "Elijah, not now!" she moaned, tugging at his hair and shutting her eyes.

When he didn't immediately listen, she pulled him back up a bit more forcefully, looking embarrassed. "As I recall, you used to be the one listening in," she said sternly, though she had a playful smile on his face. "I'd be mortified if we were too loud and Marcel happened to hear something dirty. Especially since your mouth is oh so talented when it comes to dirty things..."

Elijah had rolled his eyes. "The same can be said about that pretty little mouth of yours, Itza, and you don't see me censoring that." He traced his thumb over her lips, before plunging it into her mouth and beckoning her to suck on it. She did, but soon popped it out. "Let's talk about something else," she whined. "Please."

He chuckled, and pulled her in for a kiss, before sitting up and pausing to think. "We can discuss... perhaps... whether you'd be willing to play in a concert."

"I can't leave this place, remember? No magic? People out to get me? It's a recent development, you know, I think it barely happened the other day."

"Forgive me for trying to change the subject," he chuckled. "What conversation haven't we had? It's been fourteen years since the first time we did this. And we always have some sort of... deep conversation afterward. What haven't we yet discussed?"

She knew what. She put her hand on his cheek and kept him facing her. "I love you," she whispered, letting her fingers graze over his jaw.

He'd taken her hands and held them tightly before leaning down to kiss her. "And I love you," he'd whispered back.

Another night, this time in 1835, when Beatrix had still been with Klaus. They'd gone out for the night and had a very good time feeding on some unsuspecting humans.

"You're getting very good at your erasure, Beatrix," praised Klaus as they took the long way back to the Mikaelson compound. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you had the strength of mind to compel other vampires."

"Don't be ridiculous, Klaus, I'd need to be an Original for that, and you and I know both that if I had that sort of strength, I would no longer be around," she laughed.

They were at a point where they could joke and tease and not get offended. While Klaus had never opened up to her as much as Elijah did, Beatrix knew him well, and knew just how far she could go without angering him.

"Oh, certainly not— if I knew you had the ability to overpower other vampires, I'd certainly be rid of you," Klaus agreed very seriously, wrapping his arm delicately around her waist.

"What would you do without me?" she teased. "I'm seemingly the only one who can get your soft side out, hmm?"

Klaus had chuckled at this. "Just because you've seen me in bed doesn't mean you know my soft side, love."

The thing was, she did. He had told her what he felt, deep inside. After all, they'd been together for years already, and though she no longer lived at the Mikaelson compound, they met up quite often. Klaus could be rather vulnerable with her, though he'd never care to admit it.

"Pity that you won't admit it, because you just mistakenly made yourself sound like an absolute wimp in bed."

"Ah, so you prefer my rough side, then, love? Nothing to be ashamed of, I suppose."

"Mmm, I'd definitely need to be screwed in the head for that, wouldn't I? You're going to be a wimp in my mind, from now on."

"You may say that, but we both know that your body will most certainly not remember things that way...."

They'd arrived at the Mikaelson compound and Beatrix had realized that something felt off. She hadn't known that hours ago, when she'd been getting ready, Klaus had offered Marcel a deal upon discovering his relationship with Rebekah. Undagger her, and live out his life as a human by her side, or become a vampire and let Rebekah lay dormant for fifty two years. Marcel had chosen the latter, and now, the compound was oddly quiet, without the presence of the youngest Mikaelson.

Suddenly, Klaus had pushed her against the nearest wall, his eyes wild, his expression angry. He'd held her hands to make it impossible for her to siphon off of him, and she squeaked, leaning away from him.

"Marcellus has quite kindly let me know of your hand in helping him and Rebekah sneak around these past years," he said, livid. "It would seem that treachery is in your nature."

"K-Klaus," she said, looking afraid. "I-I just wanted to h-help them, I d-didn't mean to make you m-mad—"

"So you played a long game with me," he sneered. "Don't be silly, love, I see right through you. This was all a lie. You thought by bedding me, I'd be oblivious to the truth forever. A mistake, on your part, wasn't it, love?"

"N-No!" she cried. "K-Klaus— I fell for you! That's not a lie!"

"LIAR!" he snarled in her face, gripping her throat hard enough to make her gasp in pure pain— he was crushing her windpipe. "You helped them sneak around and you defied me! You've outlived your usefulness for me, Beatrix, as Marcel no longer needs to be parented! How dare you stand here and insist you are not a filthy little liar, who practically seduced me for the sake of letting my sister get her fun time with the boy we raised. I thought I could trust you. I thought that you were loyal to me." He looked hurt, and though Beatrix's vision was blurring, she could see the pained look in his eyes. "Apparently, I was mistaken," he finished in a deadly whisper. "Goodbye, Beatrix."

"Klaus, p-please," she wheezed as he brought his hand over her chest, ready to plunge it into her heart. "It was real— It was real! I haven't lied about my affections, please—"

Marcel himself, now as a vampire, had torn Klaus off of Beatrix, leaving her to choke and gasp for air on the floor, just seconds before the hybrid could tear her heart out. Klaus had angrily stormed off, and for many years after, he'd adamantly believed that his entire relationship with Beatrix had been a lie. She had tried to desperately explain how she was meant to distract him at first, but she had actually caught feelings for him. He wouldn't hear it.

Eventually, he did speak to her again, and their friendship was mostly rekindled, but Beatrix knew that Klaus never quite forgave her. As far as she knew, he was still convinced that she'd never fallen for him in the first place.

At least, that mattress had been better, but the memory dreams were a terrible way to start her day.

"How did you sleep?" asked Cami brightly when she saw her, already eating and looking over at a very happy Hope in her high chair.

"I think the universe hates me, and is plaguing me with terrible, unnecessary memories," she said honestly, serving herself some food before sitting down.

"Maybe you and I can have another session today. Elijah and I are going to talk, and maybe when we're done, you can come in."

Beatrix quickly shook her head. "Oh, no, don't worry, these memories aren't anything new. I mentioned them yesterday. I think this little munchkin and I will have a nice daylong picnic outside while you two talk, so you can have some privacy."

"Are you sure? You can always do the spell you did yesterday to keep the conversation in that room."

"I intend to do it again, yes, in case Hope or I need to go in. But it's a nice day outside, and I think we should enjoy it."

Cami didn't argue. While she devoted herself to Elijah and helping him work out his problems, Beatrix and Hope remained outside with a nice picnic basket and blanket. The Heretic had created a comfortable, see through dome of magic that helped keep the bugs away, and any harmful amount of UV rays. The breeze was perfect and Hope was having fun rolling around, especially when Beatrix made her toys move on their own to play with her. There was a moment when one of them had fallen from their formation (since Beatrix had been making them do a conga line for Hope's amusement), and she supposed maybe she had messed up the spell slightly. She didn't think much from it, since Hope conveniently scooped it up and began to wiggle it around.

"BEATRIX!"

She whirled around, seeing Cami screaming for her from the house. She waved her hands to clean everything up, and scooped up Hope, speeding toward the blonde, who was pale with worry. "What happened?" asked the brunette immediately.

"Elijah just collapsed," she said, running back into the living room, where Elijah lay unconscious. Beatrix handed Hope to Cami and dropped to his side, her hands on his forehead. "I think someone's got him in a bloody chambre de chasse— I can't access his mind. Call Klaus. If he doesn't pick up, the same fate might have befallen him."

Cami immediately whipped out her phone and dialed the number. It rang twice before someone picked up. It was Davina, and she sounded confused. "Cami?"

"Davina?" said Cami. "Why are you answering Klaus's phone?"

"Because I can't wake him up," sighed the young witch on the other line.

"What?" said Cami. "Elijah collapsed, too. Beatrix said something about a 'chambre de chasse?'"

There was a pause, and it seemed this made Davina realize something. "Ugh, I'm an idiot! The spell Finn used was to trap his brothers.... Meaning Kol is in trouble."

"So what do we do?" Cami said, sounding alarmed as she looked over at Beatrix.

"I have no idea," answered Davina.

"It'll be really hard to break them out of it, especially if Finn is orchestrating it," said Beatrix.

"He's channeling Esther and Mikael," said Davina. "I don't think there is much that I can do."

Beatrix held back a string of curses as she tried to think of a solution. "It seems the only thing we can do is wait. As long as their bodies don't start seizing or bleeding, we can assume Finn just wants to talk to them, and make a threat or something. I can try and get into the chambre de chasse, but I don't think I'll be able to. Finn won't have anything representing me."

"I'll keep you updated if anything happens to Klaus, then," said Davina before hanging up.

The Heretic knelt down beside Elijah, putting her hands on his temples. She began to siphon first, her hands glowing as she tried to break a barrier into Finn's spell. No such luck. She shot up and tore around the house, looking for candles, before returning with three and setting one at Elijah's feet, and two on either side of his face. She lit them, hovering her hands over his head. "Menus aperta confractus," she whispered. "Animo apertum..."

Not enough. She left, and this time, brought salt, scattering it all around to connect the candles in a loop. "Ment oberta, trencar ment, rozlom se..."

Nothing. "I can't break in," growled Beatrix. "There's nothing we can do but wait."

Waiting was always such a sucky task. Beatrix didn't have enough patience for it. One would think that after eighteen years stuck in a prison world waiting for an opportunity to get out, she'd be much more inclined to being calm. No such luck, of course, not when it came to someone as temperamental as Beatrix.

When Elijah finally gasped and awoke, Beatrix quickly waved her hand in the air to vanish the salt and candles. Cami rushed forward. "Thank God!" she cried worriedly. "Are you okay?"

"For now," he said a bit shakily, straightening up and casting Beatrix a look. "We felt you trying to break in. You quite nearly managed it, but Finn had made sure that nothing in the room could even remotely represent you. He knew you would try."

She turned red. Well, then, she'd been closer than she thought. "Er— well at least you're out, now." She went to pick up Hope. "I'm going to go change her diaper." She dashed away to avoid conversation.

By the time she returned, having taken her sweet time with pampering Hope properly, she found Elijah on the phone with Klaus.

"How is my daughter?" came the hybrid's voice from the other end. Elijah turned back toward where Beatrix had entered the room and gone to hand Hope to cami.

"She's in good hands," said the Original "As am I. However, if you say the word, I shall return."

"No, you're needed where you are," Klaus said.

"So, the city is safe?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly go flinging around terms like 'safe.' Marcel and all his vampires have inexplicably disappeared. Kol is in the wind, Rebekah is still lost, and Finn is dangerously suspicious of the secrets we keep. Speaking of which... I meant what I said. I am capable of forgiveness."

Cami and Beatrix both went silent, looking down at Hope as Elijah began to tear up. Neither woman seemed sure what that was about, but it must have been something meaningful.

"We need to remain focused on our common enemies," said Klaus. "I'll be in touch."

He hung up, and Elijah slowly tucked his phone away. He paused for a second, just staring at the wall across from him. He then turned to the other three. "Beatrix?" he said. "May we speak?"

Well, that certainly caught her off guard. She looked up at the Original, seeing Cami smiling out of her peripheral vision. The Heretic nodded, and slowly stood, following Elijah out to the backyard, where the light of the moon shone over the two of them, just enough for them to see each other.

"I'm sorry," he said gently, right as he closed the door behind them. "I haven't bothered to try and check up on you, this entire time."

"It's not your fault," she said quietly, not wanting to start off confrontationally. "You're not feeling well either. It's not your duty."

"Not just now, Itza. Before. I never tried to look for you. I never questioned why Kol was so insistent on you still being alive. I forced myself to move on and I did not look back. I sought to forget because it hurt too much to look forward to something that might never occur. Please... do not hold back whatever you are feeling. Do not be angry with Niklaus, but when you nearly broke into our chambre de chasse, you became the topic of conversation, and even Finn seemed very aware of how distraught you must be. I haven't even tried to make peace with you or make sure you were well."

She gulped, and looked down, taking a step away from him. "I don't think we need to get into that. I'm fine. I talked about it with Camille. I-It's fine. Doesn't need discussion."

"Itza, I'm not delusional. In a crazed state, yes, but I noticed that twice, Niklaus was going to get you out of your hiding place. You are not feeling well. I want to hear how I can do better. Contrary to what you might believe, you are still the one that means most to me. The only one I have ever trusted with every dark secret in my life. I do not wish to let you down."

And just like that, she fell apart.

She began to cry, and when he moved forward, she held a hand up to keep him away. She hated this. Feeling so useless. Not wanting to be touched. Needing time to readjust to so much contact from others. "I s-spent every single day of n-nearly two decades just hoping to see you again," she said shakily, between sobs. "I thought about you all the time, and I expected you would move on, but I never thought it'd be like this. I-I just— I thought that m-maybe we'd need to start from scratch and build it up. But there is someone else. And she— she's amazing, Elijah. S-She's beautiful. Strong. A hybrid too, but a better one. I convinced myself I'd be okay if I came to the realization that you would prefer Hayley. B-But I'm not okay. I waited so long, just to come back and lose you. I'd be so selfish if I tore you away from her. And I-I don't want to be a problem by having this thought lingering." She shook her head. "I should just show you. It was easier to say it when you were unconscious." She moved forward, and put her head on his temples, showing him her memory of just days ago.

"I don't know if you can hear me," she said, taking his hand while he lay on his bed. "I'd like to think you can. Your mother didn't know I was still alive. She could have blocked Klaus out, but not me. I really... wouldn't know. I don't know if my magic is as good as Esther's. You wouldn't be proud to know that I immersed myself into darker magic recently. Being stuck with a sociopath for eighteen years... really does wonders on your brain."

Elijah, of course, was silent. His lips twitched, and she grabbed another cloth before wiping his sweaty face down. She tenderly slid the rag over the wound on his neck, then pressed her fingers to it, siphoning directly from there. This hurt more, and her hand immediately withdrew itself back.

"Anyway... I can't wait to find out what's been going on with you all lately," she said. "Someone told me you caused quite a bit of trouble in Mystic Falls. Nice town, for the most part. But when I went, it was empty." She clasped her hands together. "Um... I became a doctor, you know. I should probably go back to school soon. I was an OB-GYN. I helped babies be born. I didn't have my magic at the time, so I couldn't magically heal them. But I was good at it. I saved a lot of mothers and their children. I think you'd have liked to see that side of me."

She let her knuckles graze down his cheek. "I was remembering, too, the poem I showed you all those years ago. I wonder if you remember it. I never gave it a title..." she traced her finger delicately through his hair, sighing. "You haven't changed a bit, Elijah. Though... I do recall your hairstyle to have been quite different. Let's see, what else... I haven't practiced the violin in so long, but I remember the tunes you taught me. I still play piano. The person I was with in the prison world always liked that, even if he wouldn't admit it."

She then bit her lip. "I see the way Hayley looks at you. And I wonder... I wonder if you know how lucky you are to have someone like that in your life. She's brilliant. She's everything I could have wanted for you and for Klaus. I... I spent so long imagining the day I'd get to be in your arms again. The day I'd get to kiss you once more. But... I don't think that's going to happen now. And... that's okay, even if... if it pains me to lose you. We can start fresh. After all, you and I were friends first. It hurts to think that I might have to temporarily or permanently let you go. She's better, and if you want her, and she wants you, then you should be together. I sense things are more complicated, but I want the best for you, Elijah."

She let go of him, and stepped away, turning so that her back faced him. She drew a deep breath, giving him a few seconds to internalize it.

"Itza," he whispered. "I'm so sorry. I...I never wanted for things to become this complicated." He paused for a bit. "Hayley... she is going to marry Jackson. To unify the pack. It will make it safer for Hope to return to New Orleans."

"But you still care for her, and she cares for you," mused Beatrix, tears still falling steadily down her face. "That's not going to change. It's just... a lot harder now because Jackson is in the picture. He likes Hayley, I could tell from the one time I saw him."

"It seems the situation becomes more complex, in that sense," Elijah said quietly.

It was true. Jackson and Elijah both wanted Hayley. Hayley wanted Elijah, but had to be with Jackson to protect her daughter. Hayley and Beatrix both wanted Elijah. Beatrix wanted Elijah, but with Hayley in the mix, it would never work out.

The Heretic turned around, and gulped, before impulsively going forward and pulling him in for a hard kiss on the lips. She fully intended to pull away, to not get ahead of herself, but Elijah had another thing in mind. Holding her firmly, he kept her there, his hands gripping the back of her head and her waist so that she could not escape.

"I'm sorry," she panted in a brief moment where she was able to pull back. "I-I shouldn't have done that, not when we're essentially saying goodbye."

"Then let's say goodbye properly," he said in a low voice, picking her up and pressing his lips onto hers once more.

At the very least, she was thankful that her room still had a silencing spell.