It was a beautiful day, as Elijah entered the study to find Klaus searching furiously for something on the bookshelf. Elijah was curious as to what he was looking for, so he asked, “Can I help you find something?”
“Yes, in fact, I believe you can. I'm looking for a book, about yea big, filled with our mother's most powerful spells. It appears to have been misplaced,” Klaus replied to him.
Elijah sat at the desk. “How very mysterious,” he said, curious as to why Klaus would be looking for their mother’s spell book in the first place.
“Indeed. At first, I feared the witches had succeeded in their efforts to obtain it, but considering their last attempt ended with me relieving a rather large, tattooed gentleman of his hands, I began to wonder if the thief wasn't a bit closer to home.” When he saw Elijah scribbling in a notebook, he added, “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, brother.”
“Well, admittedly, I did have a theory that your sudden interest in mother's grimoire was in some way related to whatever foolishness you've been conducting with the Crescent wolves. Therefore, I took it upon myself to carefully place it where naughty little fingers could not pry.”
“And here I thought you, of all people, would understand. I am simply trying to help those wolves! Play Samaritan to the abused. Champion to the underdog, so to speak.”
“How splendidly noble of you,” Elijah commented.
“Have you ever considered that, like you, I am trying to keep Katerina safe? Using our mother’s magic to empower the wolves so that they are more capable of protecting her?” Klaus replied.
Elijah stood and walked toward him. “Yes, unless, of course, they decide to seek retribution for decades held in exile, and Katerina will find herself in the middle of an uprising. One that will only provoke further violence. You see, you risk turning New Orleans into a war zone, brother. I won’t let that happen.”
“The drums of war were beating long before we returned. I suggest you use a little less of this---“ He made a talking gesture with his hand. ---and a little more of this.” He pointed to his ears and smiled before sitting on the couch.
After Cami called Marcel to inform him that Kieran was getting worse, Marcel walked around his loft, considering whether to call Klaus or not. After a moment of hesitation, he called Klaus whom was at the compound still.
“Think very carefully before you speak. The sound of your voice is likely to make me regret what mercy I've shown thus far,” Klaus warned.
“Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm on your "Who's Been Naughty" list. Thing is, Cami needs you. Whatever anger you have towards me, don't make her suffer for it. She's with Kieran,” Marcel informed him.
Without a word, Klaus hung up.
Elijah was in the Bayou with the wolves and Katerina, when there was a sound of a motorcycle.
“What the hell?” Jackson inquired.
They saw a guy on a motorcycle ride into the encampment and stop as everyone approached him.
“Which one of you is in charge?” the guy asked.
“Who’s asking?” Jackson questioned back.
Elijah noticed something off about the situation, a moment before the motorcycle exploded and everyone was thrown backwards in the blast.
Elijah picked himself off the ground with clothes and skin singed and covered in ash. It took a moment for his ears to heal enough to hear anything. He saw injured people all around him, some stumbling around. Looking around, Elijah realized that the explosion had had wolfsbane. There had most likely been wolfsbane in the gas tank. Fearing for Katerina since she was human, instead of a vampire or werewolf, he looked, scanning for her through the crowd of wolves to make sure she was okay.
He spotted Jackson first and told him to get everyone out of the Bayou, in which Jackson obeyed.
When Elijah saw her on the ground on her side, he was instantly knelt beside her.
“Katerina.” He smelled blood and could see that her lower stomach was bleeding, but other than that, she’d be okay; especially, when he saw with his own eyes that it was healing. That’s when he realized that the child was either half vampire or possibly a hybrid like Klaus, and it was healing her.
He gently picked her up in his arms and left the Bayou with her.
When she woke up, she was in Elijah’s bed with him seated on her bedside. She realized that she must’ve been injured, but when she looked, she realized she wasn’t at all.
“Your child healed you,” he informed her, when he saw her looking for an injury.
“The wolves?” she questioned.
“They’re safe,” he assured her.
“I think you and I both know who might’ve done this,” she said. “I’m going to get Marcel to talk. Don’t follow me. I’ll be fine. Just take care of the wolves while I’m gone.”
She got up and left, before he could convince her not to do that.
While Katherine was driving to where Marcel was living at, Elijah was back in the Bayou where the wolves had come back to tend to their wounded.
“It’s a good thing that bomb went off where it did. Couldn’t been a lot worse. We all could’ve got killed,” Jackson commented to Elijah.
“Unless…” Elijah began, thinking that there was something else in store for the wolves by whoever had done that. He suddenly noticed a bomb planted under a nearby RV. “Get everyone out of here! Now!” he ordered.
Suddenly, eight different explosions went off from various points in the encampments, damaging numerous people. Just as Elijah began tending to the newly injured, another explosion, this one much larger, went off right behind him, so he dove over a guy to protect him.
Those that could walk but obviously were wounded themselves, were tending to the more seriously wounded, as well as helping dig them out of collapsed shelters and shacks. Elijah saw Jackson examining the body of a werewolf.
“Jackson, she’s gone,” Elijah said gently to him, knowing what it was like to lose someone close to you, as Elijah stood by him.
Suddenly, Oliver, kneeling next to Eve whom was pinned under an overturned RV, shouted, “Help! Somebody help!” Then to Eve, he said, “Okay. Hold on. Hold on, Eve.” Elijah saw Oliver struggling to lift the RV, and ran over to help him.
Katherine stormed inside the hideout where Diego and the other vampires had been hanging out at.
“You done got some nerve coming up in here, mama,” Diego told her.
Katherine knocked him flat on his back and he got back up and growled at her. Katherine pushed him up against a wall and shoved a stake close to his heart.
“Someone attacked the wolves in the Bayou this morning, and since I don’t see any genius mastermind-types around here…Why don’t you just tell me where Marcel is, and we can both get on with our day, huh?” She moved the stake closer to his heart. “You think I’m playing? There were families out there.”
“He used to keep a place. 1917 Patterson. If he’s still around, he’ll be there,” Diego informed her guiltily, not wanting to die.
She took the stake out of his chest and left.
Katherine was walking over to where Marcel was staying at, as she called Klaus.
“Klaus, where are you?” she asked him.
“I’m in a bit of a situation here, luv,” he informed her.
“Somebody sent a suicide bomber out to the Bayou this morning.”
“What? Where are you?” he asked, needing to know that she was okay and safe.
“I'm in the city now. I'm fine. I figured an attack like that must have been Marcel. He's hated the wolves for years, and after that stunt he pulled with the witches... So, I tracked him down. Thought you might like to help kick his ass for trying to blow everyone up to kingdom come.”
After telling Josh to get Kieran out of the room they were in at the church, Klaus said to her, “Hey, listen. I assure you, once I am finished here, you will have my undivided attention. In the meantime, please stay out of trouble.”
“You don’t have to worry. You know I can take care of myself,” she assured him.
At the Bayou, Eve was in her shack and in her bed after Jackson, Oliver, and Elijah had brought her there. Elijah examined her injuries, saying, “That wound should be healing by now.”
“She never killed anyone, never activated the werewolf gene. So she can't heal, not like us,” Oliver informed him.
“My blood, it could heal her,” Elijah offered.
“Vampire blood? Trust me, she'd rather die. Look, we can't just let them get away with this,” he replied.
“We don’t even know who’s to blame,” Jackson reminded him.
“The hell we don’t! And if we don’t fight back, they’ll just do it again,” Oliver said.
Jackson stood defiantly against him, and Oliver, frustrated, ran out of the shack.
Katherine barged into Marcel’s new apartment, whom seemed to be expecting her.
“Come on in. Have a seat. I’d offer you a drink, but you know,” he greeted her.
“Sweet pad,” she greeted back.
“Oh, it's just temporary. Friend hooked me up. Believe it or not, I still got a few of those kicking around. I need friends to keep me informed, to warn me when someone is coming looking to blame me for things that I didn't do.” He smiled. “For the record, you didn’t have to work Diego like that. You and I are long overdue for a chat.”
“You want to talk? Talk,” she replied.
“Tough girl,” he complimented her. “Runs in the family I assume.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she said.
“Back in the nineties, it was the Crescent wolves who took over the city. Or, tried to. They lived to throw down, and they were good at it, too. They didn’t care who they killed as long as they got more power,” he informed her.
“So the Crescent curse was your way of stopping them? How heroic,” she replied.
“It was either that or kill them all, and I'm not big on indiscriminate slaughter. See, I have this thing about kids.”
“So I’ve heard,” she commented.
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Klaus and Cami were at the church at Kieran’s bedside in the attic. His heart monitor began to beep.
“He's in cardiac arrest. You might want to look away,” Klaus said, and rolled up his sleeves.
“What the hell are you doing?” Cami questioned.
Klaus plunged his hand into Kieran’s chest.
“Massaging his heart. His body is shutting down. Even with my help, he doesn't have much time.”
“Your blood. If you fed him your blood, he'd wake back up, right?” Cami suggested.
“As a vampire in transition, yes. As for the hex, perhaps his death will be a mercy.”
“Do it. Just do it. Please, Klaus, I can't let him die, not like this.”
Klaus bit into his wrist and fed Kieran his blood. Then he removed his hand and Kieran soon died.
Back at Marcel’s loft, Katherine was still there. She was seated on one couch, while Marcel was on the other couch across from her. Marcel set a duffel bag on the glass coffee table that was between the couches.
“What’s this?” she inquired.
“Money, mostly. Stuff you need to start over someplace safe. Whatever happened in the Bayou, I'm not your guy. But, the way things are going? Eventually, I might have to be,” he offered her.
“So this is your grand plan? Get me out of town, and Klaus and Elijah follow closely behind?” she guessed.
“I can’t say that wouldn’t be a positive side effect,” he admitted.
“So why don’t you leave? Follow your own advice?”
“I was born here, Katherine.”
“Well, this is my home now too.”
She got up and went to leave. Before she walked out, Marcel stopped her by saying, “Guy on the bike? The bomber? Word is, he had a gambling problem. Owed money to the casinos--more importantly, to the humans who run them. And Katherine? When things get back, remember, I tried to get you out of it.”
Klaus and Cami were waiting for Kieran to wake up.
“I’m afraid I have to go,” Klaus stated.
“What happens next after he wakes?” she asked.
“He'll be in transition, craving blood, but I'll be back before then.”
“He's gonna be furious with me. He's a priest. I turned him into a vampire. What kind of desperate move is that?” she replied.
“Well, you know as well as I do, luv. He’ll never go through with it. Turning him wasn’t the goal. It was to give you a chance to say good-bye.”
“Klaus, will you stay just a little longer?”
He considered it for a moment before giving in. “Of course.”
Soon, Kieran woke up.
“Cami, what happened? The hex... I could feel it, like a living thing inside of me.” He looked at his hand, where his hex mark had disappeared. “It’s gone.”
Cami was happy and hugged him.
“You’ve had a trying day, Father. How best to break it to you? It appears the hex was broken by your death,” Klaus said.
“Back up. I died? For how long?”
“A few hours, give or take.”
“I'm sorry. I just couldn't lose you, not like that. I made Klaus give you his blood,” Cami confessed.
“I see. So the devil has a deal for me, after all,” he replied.
“Uncle Kieran…that hunger you feel, it’ll only grow stronger.”
“I know how it works.”
“Then you will soon know if you do not feed, you will die,” Klaus interjected.
“I know if that’s the choice that I have to make, I’m dead already. Please leave me with my niece. I’d like a private moment to talk with her.”
“It’s okay, Klaus, thank you for today, for being kind,” she told him.
Klaus left and Cami and Kieran hugged.
After Cami made preparations that Kieran wanted her to, she left, though she informed him that she couldn’t find the key which he reminded her that it was their legacy and she had to find it.
Klaus visited Genevieve after leaving the church.
“I’m surprised to see you here,” she greeted.
“The Bayou explosion, the attack on my child. Tell me what you know.”
“I know the wolves have no shortage of enemies. Marcel, for one.”
“Marcel wouldn't stoop so low. The witches, however... I have witnessed firsthand the depths of your cruelty,” he accused.
“You don't think I did this? What kind of monster do you take me for? How ugly I must seem next to the pure, innocent glow of your precious Camille. So sad about her uncle, by the way.”
“Kieran is in transition. He has been released from the hex,” he informed her.
“A hex of that magnitude? Kieran’s hex will return…If it hasn’t already. That boundary spell, on the other hand…How that he’s dead, I imagine it won’t be quite so confining anymore.”
Klaus glared at Genevieve, before smiling.
Cami was waiting in the main room of the church when Kieran came down to find her.
“Have you changed your mind?” she asked.
“Yes. It appears I have,” he said evilly, before pulling out his knife and sliced at Cami’s arms as she tried to run away.
He chased Cami up into the balcony and licked the blood off his blade, and fully vamped out. Since she didn’t have anywhere else to go, she threw herself off the balcony and fell onto the ground below. She crawled in between the pews as he stalked after her.
“Don’t fight it, Cami. In death, we are whole again.”
Soon, Klaus returned to the church and appeared out of nowhere and killed Kieran, in order to save Cami.
“You deserved far better than this.”
Marcel was still at his loft, when Klaus called him.
“Klaus, you need to know I had nothing to do with that business out in the bayou today.”
“I never thought you did. I'm calling to let you know the priest is dead. Your exile is suspended for the next 24 hours. You may return to the Quarter to bury your friend.”
“Why are you doing this?” he questioned.
“She woke in the dark not knowing where she was, or who was watching over her. It was your name she called, and if you can grant her comfort, so be it,” Klaus said, referring to Cami.
Marcel soon left to do just that and they hung up.
Later, Marcel returned to his loft where he found Diego and Josh in his living room.
“Kieran is dead.” He then asked Josh, “Did you get it?”
Josh sighed and reluctantly handed the key to Marcel that was on a necklace. “It was around his neck, just like you said.” He frowned. “P.S. I do not feel awesome about this.”
“I know. But people are gonna be coming after this. Cami is not ready for that, not yet,” Marcel replied.
“So, what now?”
“Storm clouds are gathering,” he informed them. He poured them each a drink. “Someone bombed those wolves, and we know it wasn’t us. Witches, humans, vampires, wolves. City is at a breaking point. We need to be ready.”
They all drank in silence.
At the compound, Klaus joined Elijah in the study.
“First Marcel's massacre, now bombs in the Bayou. I'll assume you're ready to give up this doomed treaty.”
“This alliance with the wolves, well... If it is to succeed, I believe you'll want this,” Elijah replied, and gave Klaus Esther’s grimoire.
“Seems I have Katerina to thank for your change of heart.”
Elijah poured them drinks.
“The rifts in this city run far deeper than I even imagined, Niklaus. These tribes, these factions-- they're families, families who choose to fight. Mayhem has descended upon our home, and if I'm to choose a side...” He gave Klaus a drink, and held his out to toast them. “To our victory, brother.”
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