Klaus shrugged. "I'm not going to argue with you there- I despise the Salvatore brothers, myself." He said. "But, you've got to give it to him- he's improved over the years." Klaus said, not able to believe himself that he was sticking up for a Salvatore, and Damon Salvatore at that. He stared at her, stepping closer to her. "Yes, but with us, Damon, and that witch, we can bring down Marcel and his army, including every hunter he has working for him." Klaus said. When she brought up going to get the hunter she turned, Klaus nodded. "You go ahead, meet me at the cemetery with him, I'm going back with Damon. We'll meet you there- with the witch." Klaus said.

"Be careful, Cassie." He said before flashing off and back at Damon's side. "Shall we go rescue us a witch, mate?" Klaus asked with a smug smile.

. . .

"Devina, this is Anya. She's a lot like you. Very powerful, except she can't control her powers." Marcel explained, ushering Anya into the small room, almost like an attic. "And?" The brunette called Devina said, crossing her arms. "Why is she here?" She asked, her eyes not leaving Anya. "For your help. I need you both. I believe there is someone after me- and if they get to me, they will get to you, Devina. On your own, I don't think you can handle them." Marcel said in a gentle, almost fatherly voice. "I've got this, Marcel. I don't need someone to help me." She said, anger clouding her eyes. "Hey! It's not like I wanted to be dragged here, especially to help a bratty little girl out." Anya said, crossing her arms.

"Excuse me? Bratty? No you just did not." She said in a menacing voice. Marcel stood between the girls. "Okay, girls." He said, holding his hands up. "I did." Anya said, anger bubbling through her. "Let's go get some fresh air, all of us, hm?" Marcel said, leading the two girls outside. "I'll calm down when she leaves." Devina said. It was the first time in awhile she had been outside, and the crisp air felt nice. "My pleasure." Anya growled. "You think you are more powerful then me? Dream on." Devina spat.

Anya felt the anger bubbling through her system. The clouds began to grey over and the wind picked up. "Anya, calm down." Marcel said, realizing how bad of an idea this was. Devina looked around. "What is going on?" She asked, having to yell over the roaring wind. "Our of control witch." Marcel said, eyes on Anya. "I'm not out of control!" Anya shouted over the roaring wind. Her brunette hair blew across her face, her pale yellow summer dress followed suite with the wind. Devina responded, holding her hand up while she chanted a spell, flinging Anya a few feet from them.

"You bitch..." Anya growled, standing up. She raised both her hands and fire circled the two girls, Marcel jumping out just in time. They circled, facing each other. "I'll give it to you, you're powerful, I could use your power." Devina said, smiling. "No. You can not." She said, the clouds returning. Thunder rumbled in the distance as rain started to fall down, moving to a heavy downpour. The fire slowly died down. "I know spells, Anya, you don't." Devina said, taking a step to Anya. "All you know is how to lose control. Bad things happen when you do, trust me, I know." She said and she put her hand up to Anya. Anya started to lift in the air and felt a pressure around her neck.

"No..." Anya choked and she broke out of Devina's choke hold, falling to the ground. She winced as her ankle made a cracking sound when she landed the wrong way. Marcel had grabbed Devina before she could do anything else. "Devina, stop this." He said and flashed her to the attic, locking it back up, then back to Anya. "Told you- don't piss her off." He said, shaking his head. "I want to leave." Anya said, standing up, not putting too much pressure on her hurt ankle. "You can't. Sorry." He said and Anya felt something hit her aside the hit and she fell in complete darkness once more.

Marcel slung her over his shoulder and returned her to the previous spot- chained to a stone table, this time with tape over her mouth.