You had been gone for a few years, dealing with some annoying rogue Vampires, Witches and Werewolves in (choose country), where your brother lived with his wife, Abbey.

But now that was dealt with, you walked into The Abattoir like you owned the place. Ignoring everyone who didn't even try to stop you, you knew they knew who you were. You went to the lounge, confused as to why there were so many Werewolves in the home of your in-laws.

You pushed past the mutts and walked into the lounge, smiling when you met yours husband's eyes. Elijah.

Naturally, the people in the room looked to see who entered, Hayley, along with her pack, had no idea who this person was. "Who are you?"

Klaus merely grinned and nursed his bourbone, "Hayley back off." He said to the pregnant Werewolf who was carrying his child.

Elijah couldn't stop the smile on his face as he saw his lover again after who knows how long. He walked over and broght you into a warm kiss, silently greeting you after so any years of being apart.

Phone calls only did so much.

Hayley's eyes narrowed instinctively when she saw the man of her dreams embracing and kissing another person. "What does that bitch think she’s doing?" She muttered, and Kol only smirked in amusement, knowing this would be entertaining.

"You’ll understand soon enough." He sipped on his drink.

Rebekah nodded and humed softly, browsing through her agazine from bext to Hayley, completely unbothered. "Yes, they're a bit of a bitch, more so than me," the blonde glanced up, "But dangerous, so I wouldn’t test them."

Hayley scoffed and crossed her arms, her pack also weary of the newcomer, "Does everyone but me know who they are?"