Klaus shook his head at the little showdown between Damon and Cassie. "She has a point, mate. You pissed the little witch off and she ran off, well both of you." He said as Cassie flashed off. Klaus was a little surprised at Damon asking him for help. "Even if I told you- you wouldn't make it past the gates, he'll have your head on a platter." He said, not taking his eyes off the direction Cassie disappeared too. "But, they are at the quarter, and I'm the only one who can effectively get by. Marcel trusts me, like a brother. I can get her through the gates, but the rest is up to you. Of course," Klaus paused and turned towards Damon.

"He'll have Devina, his witch child. She's just as powerful as your witch is- if not more. I'm sure he'll have her ready to go." He said, his lips in a thin line. "If you'll excuse me, mate, I have a very pissed off hunter to tend to before she does something stupid. I will meet back up with you." He said before flashing the same direction Cassie went, catching up with her quickly. "You can't put all the blame on him, love." He said, catching her by the arm.

. . .

Any's eyes fluttered open. Where was she? She tried to move, but couldn't. Her arms felt immobile as did her legs, and she was laying on something hard, like stone. "Marcel, she's awake!" She heard a voice and blinked her eyes to adjust to the darkness, but saw a light coming her way. "Good, give us some space, Lionel." He said, dismissing whoever was in the room. "Ah, Anya, how are you feeling? Sorry for chaining you up like this, but I've got to take precautions." He said, pulling a metal chair up to sit beside her. "Who are you, and where am I?" She asked, struggling against the cold chain wrapped around her body. "My name is Marcel, I guess you can say I'm the mayor of the city- I sorta helped build it." He said in a smug voice.

"Okay, but why am I here?" She asked, struggling once more. "I wouldn't struggle too much, you don't want to lose control. Chances are, you'd tear these walls down, and I have some very hungry, and very angry vampires behind these walls. I'm just not sure if I can stop them if they decide to have you for dinner." He said and Anya stopped struggling. "What do you want?" She asked. Marcel just smiled and slowly undone the chains. "I want you to meet someone, she's very dear to me, and she can help you control your powers." He said. Once all the chains were off, she sat up, rubbing the sore spots.

"Come, and no stupid moves, please." He said. He gently grabbed Anya's upper arm and led her up the stairs and up more stairs until they were standing outside a wooden door. "Now, she's very sensitive to strangers, so please, be good." He said with a smile on his face. He opened the door and inside was a pretty girl with brunette hair. She looked young and was in a white summer dress with no shoes, painting a picture. She glanced up and smiled at Marcel, but her smiled disappeared when she saw Anya.

"Who is this?" She asked through gritted teeth, her eyes showing anger..