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The sound of birds chirping and yelling woke the brown-skinned woman out of her sleep but wasn't in the rocking chair anymore she was in bed she guessed it was a spare room in the Mikaelson's house. The last she remembered was her talk with Rebekah and Hayley.
Letting out a groan and running her hand through her hair Clementine rose from the bed she was sleeping in and headed toward the stairs.
"Marcel possesses a weapon bigger and more powerful than an original and you handed out brother to him! How many times will Elijah forgive you? How long until his hope for your redemption finally dies?" Clementine heard Rebekah exclaim.
"I did what I had to do! Marcel took our home." Klaus's voice raised.
"And our home is worthless without family. I am finding Elijah whatever it takes. Are you going to help me?" Rebekah spoke voice lowered as Clementine finally made her way down the stairs.
"Whatever it takes." Klaus's voice lowered as well.
"What did miss? And why are the both of you bickering at eight o'clock in the morning?" Clementine rubbed her eyes as she spoke in her thick british accent with a slightly dry throat from not using it for several hours.
The two Mikaelson siblings looked at her as Clementine looked at them in confusion and concern.
"We're finding Elijah," Rebekah spoke as Klaus nodded.
