It was a beautiful day, as Father Kieran held the first mass since the massacre had happened.
“Thank you all for coming. It means more than I can tell you. We gather today for the first public service of our newly reopened church. St. Anne's can finally once again be the heart of our community, where we can congregate as a people united. Here, this hour, we come together to praise God and give thanks. The events that took place at our church were tragic.”
Kieran continued his sermon while Klaus and Marcel sat next to each other in one of the pews, talking. Marcel saw a red-haired woman he recognized across the church, but he couldn’t get a proper look at her.
“Problem?” Klaus questioned him.
“No,” Marcel answered.
“Then pay attention. We're meant to seem like devoted parishioners.”
“...and it is that hope in our hearts, and with the help of many benefactors, that allows us to be here today. So, we gather with renewed spirit, made stronger, committed to the ideals of peace and love. Amen,” Kieran continued.
When Kieran continued, the newly-resurrected Bastianna entered the church and watched from the back.
“Amen,” everyone attending the mass said, apart from the resurrected witch.
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Meanwhile, Celeste possessing Sabine’s body was leading her tour guide through the rows of the tombs in the cemetery.
“Each tomb is well cared for. Families honor their dead with display of affection and respect. This place belongs to the Deveraux family, known throughout the Quarter for their strong connection to witchcraft. And, if you look close, these fresh bricks tell us someone in the family has recently fallen.”
Monique was in her tomb, having just resurrected, and used her magic to blast through the wall of bricks, since nobody was coming to get her out, even though she had heard people outside. When she blast the wall of bricks, she tumbled out of the tomb. The tourists were frightened, though some began taking pictures with their cameras. Celeste knelt in front of her.
“Hello, Monique. Welcome back to the land of the living,” she greeted with a smile.
Later, when Sophie saw Monique’s tomb, she raced inside the mausoleum, only to find Sabine and Monique waiting for her.
“What is it? What’s going on?” Sophie questioned.
“It’s a miracle,” Sabine replied with a smile.
Sophie gasped when she saw Monique, shocked that Monique was alive.
“Monique? You’re alive!”
Sophie rushed over to her niece and gave her a big hug, thrilled to see her, but Monique was less enthusiastic.
Kieran was outside the church after mass had ended, when Klaus and Marcel approached him.
“Lovely sermon this morning, Father. Quite inspirational,” Klaus greeted him.
“I wasn’t expecting you to join us,” Kieran admitted.
“Oh, we were hoping for some word from your human sources on the recent Haitian invasion.”
“My guys have their ears on the ground, and no one has seen or heard any sign of whatever his name is,” Kieran informed him.
“He is called Papa Tunde. And right now, he's wandering in the Quarter with the power he absorbed from every soul I had buried in the Garden, so you might wanna put your ear a little closer to the ground,” Marcel informed him.
“Or I could steer clear of whatever war is brewing between your kind and his, before I find myself–,” Kieran began, but was cut off when Cami appeared and started to shake Kieran’s hand, pretending like they were strangers.
“I wanted to congratulate you on getting the church up running. I can see this is a bad time. Nice to see you, Marcel,” Cami said, but ignored Klaus and left.
Kieran gave Klaus a hard look before calling her his niece, saying, “Cami!”
Klaus scoffed. “Well, don’t look at me. I used to send her away.” Klaus’ phone rang and he stepped away to answer it. “Yes, Diego? What do you have for me?”
Diego was alarmed, as he said, “Uh, we got a special delivery.”
“Would you care to elaborate?” Klaus questioned him.
“Either our witch problems are over, or they’re just getting started,” he elaborated for Klaus.
Klaus hung up and returned to Marcel and Kieran.
“Marcel,” Klaus said, and gestured them to go. The two of them then left.
Kieran turned back to his parishioners to greet them. When he took a woman’s hand, he didn’t realize until too late that it was Bastianna.
“God be with you.”
“Oh, I doubt that, but I do appreciate the thought,” she replied.
“Bastianna!” Kieran realized.
Bastianna cast a hex and drew an ‘X’ on the side of his hand with her thumb, which appeared as a black smudge.
“Give your nephew Sean my regards when you see him in hell,” she said.
Elijah was knelt by Papa Tunde’s corpse at the compound, examining it, while Marcel and Klaus stood beside him and watched.
Klaus sarcastically said, “Can I get you anything, brother? A magnifying glass? A pipe, perhaps?”
“You have a theory you’d like to share with us, Niklaus?”
“Back in the day, the witches wanted to send a threat, they’d just kill a chicken and leave it on your doorstep,” Marcel commented.
“It’s rather a large and ominous chicken, wouldn’t you say?” Elijah replied.
“Papa Tunde defeated Rebekah with ease, almost got the two of us as well. If he was supposed to be the prize fighter, why leave him for dead in our front yard?” Klaus said.
Rebekah arrived and joined them.
“Well, don’t look cheery. Listen to this----A girl literally exploded from a grave today as Sabine was giving a tour of the city of the dead. It was Monique Deveraux.”
“What?” Klaus inquired.
“The tourists thought it was part of the show, but the witches are celebrating like it's some kind of bloody miracle.”
“Maybe it is. They think that all hope is lost, but now suddenly a Harvest girl is resurrected. This is how we're gonna get Davina back-– kill the witch who took her place,” Marcel replied.
Katherine soon joined them.
“I have a theory about who one of them could be. Celeste. I mean, it’s got to be. Davina was trying to tell us, she was drawing pictures of Celeste. She was warning us that a great evil is coming.”
“First, Papa Tunde returns to settle old scores, now your murdered lover is back. This isn't witches attacking vampires. They're declaring war on us,” Klaus said to Elijah.
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Later, Rebekah and Elijah were talking in the study. Rebekah went to the bar and poured herself a drink.
“It's not too early for scotch, is it, with all the witchy shenanigans and subterfuge afoot?” she asked him.
“It is entirely too early if one intends to drive, yes,” Elijah told her.
“Funny, I don't have any plans to go anywhere,” Rebekah replied.
“She’s not safe here. You have to take Katerina to the plantation house until this is over,” Elijah decided.
“Are you worried about Katherine, or whether or not you can trust me?” she inquired.
“It's precisely because I trust you that I'm asking you to do this,” Elijah said, trusting the fact that Rebekah wouldn’t kill Katerina as long as Katerina was only human. He knew that Katerina could take care of herself sure, but it was still not safe for her while all of this was happening. He would rather be safe than sorry. He’d rather not regret anything later if anything happened to Katerina.
“Here’s a novel idea—why don’t you let Katherine decide for herself? Why are you dictating her fate?” Rebekah replied. She knew what it was like for someone else to be in control of what you wanted, instead of doing things that you wanted.
“You know why,” Elijah reminded her.
“Then perhaps you should take her yourself,” she replied.
“Well, then that would make me the very hypocrite you've accused me of being. Rebekah, I cannot legislate my feelings. My actions, however... So, would you kindly do this for me?”
“You know the mama doppelganger loves to be told what to do,” she said sarcastically. “She’s not gonna like it. But I will do it for you, if only to end this silly quarrel between the two of us.”
Rebekah left the room, but as soon as she got to the hallway, Marcel grabbed her and pulled her into an alcove, which startled her.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?”
“Listen, everybody's running off looking for resurrected witches. Meanwhile, I think I saw one at the church—Genevieve,” Marcel informed her.
“What?”
“I can't be sure. I only caught her out of the corner of my eye. Been with Klaus since. But it looked like her. And you and I both know that she would have a reason to wanna be back. A lot of unfinished business, a lot of secrets that you and I don't want getting out.”
“I have to take Katherine to the plantation. You need to find Genevieve and end this. End it like we did the last time,” she replied.
Marcel nodded in understanding and left.
Genevieve entered the bar and sat on a bar stool where Cami was working as a bartender.
“Tea, please,” she ordered.
Kieran entered the restaurant and approached where Cami was, while she was pouring Genevieve’s tea. He sat down in the seat across from her while Genevieve pretended not to eavesdrop on them.
“I’m busy,” Cami said with irritation.
Kieran sighed. “Cami, just hear me out.”
“You know, I came to your reopening because I wanted to try and make amends. Then I see you talking with Klaus, out in the open, like it's business as usual in the Quarter,” Cami replied, not wanting to hear him out.
“It is business as usual. For the past three centuries, the O'Connells have always tried to keep the peace,” he informed her.
“Save me the family history. It’s all lies on top of lies.”
“Cami, pour me a drink. I have to tell you something,” he informed her.
She did as told and he took it, hands shaking so badly he almost spilled it as he drank it.
Cami saw that and was worried.
“Uncle Kieran, what’s wrong?”
“I'm in trouble. What happened to your brother Sean is about to start happening to me.”
He rubbed his hand nervously and Cami saw the black ‘X’ on his hand.
“What?” she questioned.
“I've... I've been hexed. And I don't know how long I have.”
“Wait. I know some people. There has to be some sort of... I don't know, antidote or...,” she said, not wanting anything to happen to her last living relative.
“Cami, I need you to promise me one thing. When it gets bad, I need you to be as far away from me as possible.”
“No. No! There has to be some sort of way,” Cami said.
Genevieve took her chance at that moment.
“Of course there is. If you want to save your uncle's life, all you have to do is take this—“ She pulled out Papa Tunde’s blade and layed it on the bar. “and make sure it ends up in Klaus Mikaelson's heart.”
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Rebekah and Katherine were at the plantation house and were walking toward the front porch.
“I thought I was gonna have to drag you to the plantation kicking and screaming,” Rebekah admitted.
“Yeah, well, we all just wanna protect me and the baby, right?”
Rebekah raised her eyebrows in disbelief. “Hey, I’m on your side, remember? So, what gives?”
Katherine sighed.
“Tonight’s a full moon. Rebekah. I wanted to invite a few people over…”
“Of course. Every red-blooded American werewolf will be a bundle of fur and sharp teeth tonight, whilst the Crescent wolves will be---“
“Human, but only for a few hours, and won’t be again until the next full moon, so…I asked Josh to get a message out to Eve in the Bayou,” Katherine informed her.
“Josh isn’t dead yet? Well good on him. I love a nice survival story,” Rebekah replied.
Rebekah noticed a guy wheeling a dolly out of the house and was surprised.
“Who the bloody hell is that?”
“Kegs out back, alright?” Katherine said to him.
“Yup,” he replied.
Rebekah was amused. “Right. It appears you weren’t gonna wait for me to grant you permission to throw a kegger.”
“Listen, you all want me safe? Fine. I’ll do as I’m told. I’ll play damsel in the glass tower. Now, you could rat me out and send me to my room, or you could help me to throw one hell of a party.”
Celeste in Sabine’s body was walking down a street in the French Quarter, when she realized that she was being followed by Elijah. She turned around to face him.
“Elijah. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“My family needs an ally among the witches, and you've helped us in the past. Perhaps together we can avoid an unnecessary conflict,” he suggested.
“They may be willing to make a deal, if it were with the noble Elijah. But there will never be any peace at long as it involves Klaus,” she answered him.
“Is that what all this is about? You want my brother out of town?” he inquired.
“I'm just telling you how they feel. My people are scared, they're desperate, but they're not dumb. You have a niece on the way. It stands to reason you'd be willing to discuss how to run him out of the city,” she told him.
“Let's walk together. You can take me on one of your famous tours,” he suggested.
Sophie and Monique were in the back room of the bar. Sophie set a bowl of gumbo onto the table in front of her.
“You should eat, after everything you’ve been through.”
“I was dead,” Monique replied.
“But you’re here now,” Sophie said, trying to be of comfort.
“Aunt Sophie, what happened to Mom?”
“Your mother loved you so much. She had faith that she could use magic to complete the Harvest and get you back. In the end, she sacrificed herself for the cause, for the witches... For you,” Sophie replied.
“And do you have her faith?” Monique questioned her.
“I lost my faith. Then I realized that if I didn't believe, I would be letting you down. I tried to get it back. I tried,” Sophie informed her.
Marcel appeared in the doorway.
“Monique Deveraux. Everyone in the Quarter’s been talking about you.”
“Classy. You kill her mother and now you've come to threaten her?” Sophie said to him.
“I’m not here to threaten anyone,” Marcel replied.
“What do you want, Marcel?” Monique questioned.
“There were three more girls sacrificed during the Harvest. I want to bring them back,” he replied.
“Who are you kidding? You don’t care about those girls. You just want Davina back so you can use her power again,” Sophie said.
“I just want her alive,” Marcel corrected.
“He’s telling the truth,” Monique said.
“How do you know that?” Sophie asked.
“I can feel it. He’s loyal to her. He’s here to help,” she replied.
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Cami was at St. Anne’s Church sitting in one of the pews, holding Papa Tunde’s blade in her hands. Klaus walked through the entrance to join her, and when she sees him approaching, she hides the blade.
“I got your message. Where’s Kieran now?” Klaus wanted to know, sitting next to Cami.
“In the attic, resting. Praying. He's gonna go crazy and die, isn't he? Just like Sean. And we'll still be in this stupid fight because he lied to me about the witches. And vampires. And you.”
“Camille. I can see why you hate me. Truth be told, I have done some dreadful things. But the lies your uncle told were meant to protect you. He is a good man with a loyal heart, and he is your family. As for these witches, their attack on Kieran should be proof enough they are the enemy. In that, we are united,” he admitted.
Klaus stood up and headed for the sacristy and Cami followed him, holding the blade in her hand.
“Klaus?”
He turned around and saw her holding the blade. He looked at her, glancing back at the blade, and then at her again when she handed it to him.
“This is Papa Tunde’s blade,” he said.
“A witch gave it to me. Said it would cause untold pain and torment, even to an Original. She said if I stuck it in your heart, she'd heal Kieran,” she informed him.
“And yet, you chose to reject their offer,” Klaus stated.
“Maybe if I were more like you, I could do it, but I’m not---“
Klaus finished her sentence for her saying, “A monster?”
“I’m not stupid. If there’s a war going on, I wanna be on the winning side,” she informed him.
Klaus smiled happily. “Let’s see what we can do about saving you uncle, shall we?”
Later, the three of them were at the front of the church. Klaus bit into the palm of his hand and let his blood drip into a communion goblet while Father Kieran and Cami watched. Kieran just side-eyed him, appalled.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“A vampire is trying to reverse a witch's hex placed on you, and it's the cup you find sacrilegious?” Klaus inquired.
Kieran sliced open the palm of his hand and placed it in the basin of holy water at the sacristy. Cami was skeptical.
“Are you sure this is going to work?” she questioned.
“Not remotely. But, I can't attempt to use my compulsion to counter Bastianna's curse if the good Father has vervain in his system. Thus, we bleed him out. I never said this would be pleasant,” Klaus replied to her.
Cami sighed. “Just do what you have to do.”
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Rebekah was cooking crawfish at the plantation house in the kitchen, while leaving Marcel a voicemail, ending it with, “So help me God, Marcel, if you don’t call me back with an update, I will kill you myself.”
Suddenly, a blond, shirtless Crescent wolf showed up in the kitchen, and when Rebekah finally noticed him, she was startled by his appearance.
She awkwardly said, “Oh. I beg your pardon. I was expecting someone…furrier.”
“You’re one of them, aren't you? An Original?” he questioned her.
“Yes. You might want to say that with some more respect,” she warned. Then she said, “I suppose you’ll be wanting Katherine.”
“Or I could just talk to you. I’m Oliver. I didn’t catch your name,” he introduced himself.
“I’m Rebekah,” she introduced herself, before calling out to her loud enough for her human ears to hear. “Katherine, the party’s here!”
Sophie, Monique, and Marcel were in the courtyard, where Sophie was preparing to do a locator spell. She poured black sand over a map, and Marcel looked at her skeptically.
“You got enough power left to find these witches?”
Sophie was slightly offended. “I know the Harvest was an epic fail, but I can still do a locator spell. Before I do that, we need to make a deal.”
“What deal?” Marcel asked.
“If I betray these witches, they're gonna come looking for me. And if I'm caught, I'm dead,” she told him.
“I said I'd protect you,” he reminded her.
“If you could do that, you wouldn't need my help in first place. The Quarter isn't safe. Vampires on one side, witches on the other. No way am I letting Monique get in the middle of that. In order to get her out, I'm gonna need money. Do we have a deal?”
“Find the witches. I'll give you anything you could ever need,” he promised her.
Most of the party at the plantation house had moved into the backyard, which had been decorated by dozens of candles and strings of lights. Some werewolves were playing instruments while the others were dancing to the music. Oliver was trying to get Rebekah to dance with him.
“Come on, you can do better than that!”
“Sorry, I’ve got a burdened brain tonight,” she admitted.
Oliver took her hand to force her to dance. “No, no, no, no, no, no. Tonight is not the night for burdens. It's to celebrate. It's to enjoy life for the few hours that we get to live it. It's to hug our friends, our family, and to dance our asses off.”
Katherine was inside, tidying up empty cups and beer cans in the living room. A crescent werewolf with shaggy, curly brown hair came up behind Katherine and joined her.
“I seriously doubt you invited us here to wait on us.” He paused before continuing. “You’re Katherine. I’m Jackson,” he introduced himself. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“You're the wolf who's been watching me,” she stated.
“I gotta keep my eye on you. Precious cargo and all.”
“Right. Gotta protect the miracle baby,” she commented.
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Celeste in Sabine’s body was still taking Elijah on a tour throughout the city.
“So, this next part of town is one of the few areas where any of the original French architecture remains. The most of the buildings were destroyed in the 1700s when the city burned for the first time.” She noticed that Elijah hadn’t said anything in a while. “Am I putting you to sleep?”
“As surprising as you might find this, it's not every day that someone asks you to betray your own brother... Celeste,” he replied, having realized who she really was when she’d asked him to get Klaus out of town.
“How did you know?” she questioned, not even remotely impressed.
“As Davina was drawing your likeness, I dared to imagine that your presence was near. And when Sophie discovered that there was no magic in your remains, I wondered-– could you have possibly cheated death by using your power to place your essence into the body of another? And if so, then who? And then, I recalled the lovely Sabine. Your visions of my brother's child precipitated the death of the last Elder within your coven... Ensuring that the Harvest ritual could not be completed-– unless you were to control it. You have been playing a very long game, indeed. But to what end?”
Celeste stepped closer to Elijah and kissed him. When she pulled away, he quickly became dizzy and weakened.
“Oh, Elijah, my lost love... After all this time, don't you understand? I died because of Klaus. And even after all his vindictive lies about witches led to my death, you stood by him. All because of your vow-- "always and forever."
Elijah became even weaker and struggled to stay on his feet.
“What have you done to me?”
“Oh, it's a simple enchantment. You needn't worry. I'm not here to kill you, Elijah, I'm here to teach you the error of your ways. "Always and forever" was the greatest mistake of your life.”
Klaus handed Kieran the communion goblet full of his blood after he had drained the vervain from his system, still at the church with Kieran and Cami.
“Drink up. It will heal your wound,” Klaus encouraged him.
Kieran reluctantly drank Klaus’ blood.
“I think you've suffered enough,” Klaus said. He then compelled him, saying, “You will overcome what the witches did to you. You will resist the dark urges of their hex,” hoping that it would work.
“Did it work?” Cami asked.
“How do I know if it worked? All I know is that the vervain is out, and I'm at the mercy of this murderous bastard. I bet you find that really funny, don't you, Cami? You little–-“ He cut himself off, shocked and embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”
Klaus was disappointed. “Well, I guess that’s our answer.”
He turned to leave, but Cami chased after him.
“Wait, Klaus! Where are you going? What are we going to do?”
“I’m gonna find the witch who did this, and then I’m gonna do what I do best,” he replied.
Sophie and Marcel were still at the compound, this time joined by Monique. She had begun the locator spell, and the black sand began moving over the map on the table. Sophie looked flustered.
“I’m weaker than I thought.”
“You want the deal, Soph, you gotta hold up your end. I’m on a clock,” Marcel said.
The sand started moving more.
“Okay. It’s working,” Sophie commented.
“That’s one. I need all three.”
“I’m giving you whatever I can pick up,” Sophie told him.
“Keep trying,” he encouraged her.
“Or don’t. Who needs a locator spell when I have all the leverage I need right here?” Klaus said upon arriving, before grabbing Monique and vamp-speeding off with her.
“No! Monique!”
Elijah was still weakened from the spell Celeste cast on him.
“You poisoned me with a kiss. At least you haven't lost your sense of irony.”
“We may have time for more. But first, I'm going to cure you of your greatest flaw-- this absurd devotion to your lunatic family,” she informed him.
“Your anger is with me. Now, if you have come here seeking revenge,” he began, but she cut him off.
“Oh, I'll have my revenge. Starting with Klaus. He is gonna know pain and torment like he's never felt before. Unless you choose to save him, of course. But then that leaves Rebekah, your tragic sister. She's about to find herself in quite the predicament. You could save her. But then that leaves Katherine in jeopardy...,” she said, giving him the option to save only one of them.
“No. No, no...,” Elijah said, panicked.
“Poor girl. She has no idea how dangerous it is to be loved by you. Oh well. With your body weakened by my spell, you won't be able to save them all. You'll recover with just enough time to choose one. Who will it be? I can't wait to find out.”
Klaus was walking through the French Quarter with a hand on Monique’s arm.
“Witches of the French Quarter! I have with me Monique Deveraux. What a shame it would be were I forced to sent her back to the death she's just escaped! Should you wish to prevent this, bring me the witch Bastianna!” Klaus announced.
Marcel showed up. “The hell you think you’re doing?”
“I’m opening negotiations,” Klaus replied to Marcel.
“You know my rules. We do not hurt kids,” Marcel tried to reason with him.
“Spare me the hypocrisy of your moral code. It didn't stop you from killing Monique's mother,” Klaus replied, before going back to what he was doing. “Bastianna! I know you're close. The stench of witches hangs in the air. Mark my words! I will end this girl with the very blade you meant for me,” he threatened.
“I'm not saying it again. We do not kill kids,” Marcel said.
Klaus held the blade near Monique’s throat. Marcel vamp-sped up to him. They started to fight. While they fought, Klaus lost hold of the blade and it fell to the ground. Klaus gained the upper hand and snapped Marcel’s neck, dropping his body to the ground.
“I decide who lives and dies here, Marcellus.”
Suddenly, Sophie appeared, having picked up Papa Tunde’s blade off the ground. While Klaus was distracted, she stabbed Klaus in the heart with the blade, and he roared in pain. As he groaned, the blade embedded itself deep into his chest, and after a moment of screaming in agony, he fell to the ground.
Bastianna came out of the shadows and joined them.
“I’ll take it from here.”
Rebekah was in the woods with Oliver, making out against a tree, when Oliver suddenly pulled away, looking guilty.
“I’m sorry. I really like you, but this is the deal we made.”
“What deal? With whom?” Rebekah questioned.
Oliver backed away and Rebekah looked at him in confusion as werewolves, fully phased, surrounded her, growling ferociously. After a moment, they lunged at her and began to attack her.
Elijah was on the ground and trying to recover from the spell, when his phone buzzed. He answered it when he saw that it was Katerina.
“Katerina,” he said.
“Elijah, something’s going on with the witches,” she informed him.
“Listen to me. You were right. Celeste is back. Niklaus, Rebekah-- you're all in danger,” he informed her. A moment later, the door was shut by a gust of wind.
“Katerina, you have to find Rebekah. You stay with her until I get there,” he said.
A fire started around the perimeter of the house. She went to leave, but realized that there was a boundary spell on the house.
“Elijah, it’s a spell. They’re trapping me inside,” she informed him.
Elijah and Kat soon hung up.
The fire continued to grow very rapidly and she coughed, on the floor, having trouble breathing from the very thick smoke from the fire. Soon, everything went black for her.
When Elijah finally arrived, he shattered the big glass window in the living room. He scanned the living room for Katerina, the fire almost everywhere now, parts of the house from the ceiling having collapsed to the floor and even more still collapsing.
He blurred over to her, when he finally spotted her on the floor, and tossed a piece of wood off of her. He then knelt by her and gently picked her up in his arms. He then got to his feet and blurred outside, getting her to safety, hoping she was okay.
Once he was a distance away from the house, he knelt down and gently layed her gently down on the ground, before looking down at her, scanning her to make sure she was okay.
He rested a gentle hand on the side of her face.
“Katerina,” he called. “Can you hear me, Katerina?”
She came to after a few minutes and he took his hand away. She then sat up, coughing, now okay. Since they were still on the outs, all she could say was, “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Where’s Rebekah?”
“I don’t know. She went off with one of them,” she replied. “My guess though? Probably the woods.”
Rebekah was lying on the ground in the woods with numerous wolf bites all over her, dead wolves lying around she’d killed. After a moment, she saw Genevieve approach.
“Help me,” she said weakly.
“It's been such a long time, Rebekah. I'm going to enjoy this,” Genevieve replied.
After a while, Elijah found the place where Rebekah was attacked in the woods, but Rebekah was gone—the only evidence of their fight were dead wolves lying around, and Rebekah’s black leather jacket on the ground next to them. Suddenly, Celeste appeared behind him, followed by Bastianna and Genevieve.
“Missing something?” Celeste asked. Elijah glared at her threateningly and she laughed. “You won't hurt me. I'm the only one alive who can break the curse on Hayley's family. And Genevieve knows where your sister is. Bastianna has Klaus, tucked away someplace safe. He's suffering horribly, I might add. And all because you chose to save the little wolf instead of your own blood.” When Elijah lunged toward her, she used magic to bring him to his knees and he screamed in pain. “What a horrific ending to your pathetic, diseased family. I guess “always” isn’t forever, after all.”
Outside of the church, Cami trying to call Klaus with no avail.
“Come on, come on. Klaus, where are you?” she said, frustrated.
Bastianna came out of the shadows.
“Mr. Mikaelson is currently indisposed.”
Cami was angry at that. “What happened? What did you do?”
“I did nothing. Someone completed your task for you.”
“If you got what you wanted, then my uncle---“ she began, but Bastianna cut her off.
“--Will die soon and in great anguish. You see, dear, you failed to hold up your end of our bargain. You chose instead to side with evil as your uncle has done many times before you. But take heart. His punishment will atone for his attempts to prevent the Harvest. His suffering will purify him. You'd do well to heed his lesson, girl. To oppose us is to oppose the natural order. By choice or by force, the witches of the French Quarter will rise again.”
Marcel had gathered his vampire friends and allies in the courtyard to organize a search party for Klaus and Rebekah at the compound.
“We've looked everywhere for him. Tore apart the Cauldron, the City of the Dead. Wherever they got him, he ain't in the French Quarter,” Diego informed Marcel.
Elijah returned to the compound with Katerina and stormed toward Marcel angrily.
“Marcel! Where is my brother?”
“I got guys looking for him right now,” Marcel informed him.
Elijah was enraged and started throwing vampires against the walls.
“Elijah!” Katherine yelled at him.
Marcel was frustrated.
“Klaus threw one of his classic temper tantrums, snapped my neck, tried to take on a coven of witches by himself. He got dropped. I don't know where he is or how to find him.”
“They also have Rebekah. Every one of you will help me to find them. I'm gonna kill them all.” The first part he told Marcel and that last part he ordered the vampires.
Katherine knew how close he was to his family and she knew that she’d do anything to get her family back safely if she had any family left other than the Petrova bloodline and now the Mikaelson family. She knew she’d feel as he was feeling if she were in his shoes. She’d never seen him like this before. In fact, she’d never seen him angry before at anything, apart from when he’d found out that she’d lied to him not that long ago back in Pennsylvania.
She approached Elijah and Marcel.
“Look, we all want them both back, but arguing and lashing out isn’t going to solve anything,” she reasoned. She spoke to the vampires. “I may not be Klaus or Marcel or Elijah, but I am carrying Klaus’ child which makes me just in charge as the rest of the Mikaelsons. All of you need to go back out there and keep looking. They might be somewhere where you’d least expect them to be. Having experience of being Klaus’ enemy because Klaus ruined your life, I know that you have to think like the enemy. So get to thinking and find them.” After that, she went upstairs to head to her room after tonight’s events.
Sophie was in the French Quarter, trying to convince Monique to leave town with her, as they headed for Sophie’s Jeep.
“Come on. We have to go,” Sophie said.
“I don’t wanna go.”
“Monique, this isn't a debate. I just stabbed an Original. He's gonna kill me as soon as he's recovered. Look, I'm sorry for everything. I should have come and got you before that stupid Harvest. But you can still have a normal life, one without all this crazy witch nonsense.”
“But I am a witch. And I don't want to go,” Monique said.
Monique used her magic on her to give her multiple aneurysms. Sophie clutched her head in agony and was shocked and felt betrayed.
“Monique?”
“The ancestors said you didn't have enough faith. I was hoping they were wrong. I should've known better.”
Sophie’s nose began to bleed.
“Monique,” Sophie pleaded.
“You tried to stop the Harvest,” Monique said.
“Please don’t do this.”
“Now you wanna run when we need to stay and fight,” Monique said.
“Please, I’m begging you. Don’t, don’t---,” Sophie pleaded.
“The four of us, when we return…We’ll have enough power to rid this city of vampires, and we’ll kill anyone who doesn’t keep the faith,” Monique informed her.
Sophie’s eyes started bleeding and she began to cough up blood.
“Monique…please…,” Sophie said weakly.
Monique was unsympathetic. “You should have believed.”
“Stop…please…” Sophie pleaded one last time, before she fell to the ground, dead.
Monique turned around where Celeste, Genevieve, and Bastianna were waiting for her. The four of them walked away, leaving Sophie’s body in the street near her car.
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