Klaus stood back and watched the show. He raised his brow when Cassie snapped his neck, it'd only be a matter of time before he changed into a thirsty new vampire. He watched her curiously as she drew a symbol on a piece of napkin, leaving with his body. "Hm." He said curiously as he looked around with her. "You mean business, don't you?" He said, humor dancing in his eyes as he turned towards her. He listened as he explained and he couldn't help but laugh. "Marcel will not let that happen, besides there is another witch, very strong, though I must admit that one from last night, well, I've never seen anything like here, not in my many, many years of being around, but this witch he keeps, she's on his side. She'll do what she can to protect him." Klaus said in a warning tone. "She can take even me out swiftly." He said, shaking his head.

"I sure hope you know what you are getting yourself into, Cassie. You could very well be starting World War III." He joked, opening the door to allow her out. He got into the car, and looked back over at her. "I agree though, the less power Marcel has in the quarter, well the easier he'll be to take down- I want my city back, and he's standing in the way." Klaus said, staring straight ahead.

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"I'm fine." She snapped. She remained in the front seat. She held her hand out a concentrated. She almost screamed in delight when a small flame appeared in her hand. She close it tightly, then opened it back up to reveal the flame once more. She was beaming to herself. Glancing around for Damon, she got out of the car and used both hands, producing a flame in each one. She really was a witch- and with the help of someone who could actually help her, then she can keep it under control. There had to be a way to control these emotions, right? She wanted to tell Damon right now and apologize, so she turned on her heels, but stopped. Two black cars pulled up and out of each car, four people came out. All were heavily guarded and each one carried a wooden stake. "No..." Anya whispered.

Without thinking, she ran into the gas station. "Damon, watch out!" She screamed. Two of the figures dressed in black turned towards her, glaring. The others headed towards Damon, stakes out, all in attack mode.