Anya felt the wave of emotions cease, everything died back down and returned to normal. "A witch..." She said softly, looking down at the ground. "That can't be, witches don't exist." She said, shaking her head. She suddenly felt drained and very tired. "I don't need protection.. I've got to go." She said, going to leave, but stopped, leaning against the chair to support herself. "Why do they want with me? I didn't do anything to them.. at least, I don't think I did..." She said softly. She went to sit on the couch when she started to feel dizzy.

She shook her head. "No, I want to know everything, now." She said, but didn't have the energy to sit up anymore, so instead and laid down on the couch. "This is just a nightmare, right? I'm just dreaming." She said. Deep down, Anya knew that wasn't true, but she had to believe it was. Her mom couldn't be dead, she just couldn't be. She couldn't be a witch, they didn't exist, and why were there people after her? Why did Damon need to 'protect' her? What secrets did New Orleans hold? All these questions floating through her head was enough to make her head want to explode. She closed her eyes for a brief second before giving in to sleep.

~~

Klaus narrowed his eyes at her. Now he remembered. She had Elijah's blood in her, but it was Klaus who finished it off, so many years ago. "How long have you known?" He asked, not taking his eyes off her, even when Marcel made his way to them. "Such a shame they won't, though. Not with Marcel's rule laid down. The witches respect that because they respect him." Klaus said. He hated defending Marcel, but like they always say "keep your friends close, and your enemies closer", which was exactly what he was doing. Marcel and him use to be so close many years ago, after all it was Klaus who turned him and took him under his wing. When he found out about Rebekah and Marcel, that was when he was done. He left him behind when New Orleans was burning to the ground, and Klaus thought he died, along with the town, but instead he was very much alive, and was rebuilding it. His town. Klaus' town that belonged to his family.

"Don't worry about the witch girl.. we'll take care of her, you can count on that." Klaus said, drinking on some scotch. When she left, Klaus turned to Marcel. "I told you I didn't trust her." Klaus said with a "I-Told-You-So" look on his face. "Yeah, yeah. We need to find that girl, and find her quick. I can't lose order of my people because of one witch girl." Marcel said, glaring over at the door. "Me and my boys can handle the witch girl- I need you to keep an eye on Cassie." Marcel said. Klaus rolled his eyes. "So I'm playing babysitter?" He said. finishing off his scotch. Marcel chuckled. "You're my best man." He said before leaving, Klaus watching him as he did so.

Getting up, he grabbed his jacket, a nearby brunette who he compelled to go home with him, and a bottle of scotch from behind the counter.