After blurring Sophie from Rousseau’s bar when Sophie was the only one there, and all the way to the plantation home, Klaus brought her to the living room and deposited Sophie onto the couch. Rebekah was already there, ready for the meeting to begin.
“We had a deal!” Klaus angrily yelled at Sophie. “You protect my unborn child. I dismantle Marcel’s army. And whilst I’ve been busy fulfilling my part of the bargain, you allowed Katerina to be attacked and almost killed by a gaggle of lunatic witches.”
“I had nothing to do with it, I swear. Katherine and I are linked, remember? She dies, I die,” Sophie defended.
“Then who were they?” Rebekah quizzed her.
“They’re a faction of extremists. Sabine stupidly told them about some vision she had about the baby,” Sophie informed them.
“What kind of vision?” the hybrid suspiciously questioned.
“She has them all the time. They are totally open to interpretation. I’m guessing she’s wrong on this one,” she answered.
“Well, how may I ask, was this particular vision interpreted?” he wanted to know.
“Pretty much that your baby will bring death to all witches.”
“Ah, well, I grow fonder of this child by the second.”
“Sophie, look---I promised Elijah that I would protect the Mikaelson miracle-baby whilst he comes home. Why don’t you tell me just how extreme this faction is,” Rebekah told her.
“I…wasn’t always an advocate for the witches. My sister was devoted, like our parents, and our upbringing was very strict, which drove me nuts. The minute I turned twenty-one, I left the Quarter to travel…and play. But, I wanted to be a chef, so I came back to Rousseau’s,” she explained, and then spoke about the Harvest.
“What the bloody hell is a Harvest?”
“It’s a ritual our coven does every three centuries so that the bond to our ancestral magic is restored. We appease out ancestors, they keep our ancestral power flowing.”
“And why haven’t I heard of this?” Klaus intervened.
“Because a Harvest always seemed like a myth. A story, passed on through generations like Noah’s Ark, or the Buddha walking on water. The kind some people take literally, and some people don’t. They had the girls of our community preparing for months. Four would be chosen for the Harvest. They said it was an honor, that they were special. I thought it was a myth.”
“Was it?” Rebekah asked.
Sophie was about to answer, but was saved from the uncomfortable situation, when Klaus’ phone went off.
After being called by Marcel to help with the dead witches found in the Bayou, Klaus left, ordering Sophie to stay with Katherine. After he’d left though, Sophie left anyway.
Sophie was in the Lafayette cemetery, packing some things into her backpack, when Katherine entered the mausoleum.
“Hey. What the hell?” Sophie said.
“You’re going out there anyway, aren’t you? I wanna go with you.”
“No, thanks. Already got assaulted by Klaus this morning. Don’t need a repeat,” she replied.
“What if whatever is responsible for all those dead witches is still out there? We’ve already established that it likes me and hates witches, so you’ll be safer with me. Last night, I’m pretty sure that some guardian-angel-wolf saved my life, so I’m coming with you,” Katherine replied stubbornly.
Rebekah walked in, having followed and heard the conversation. She rolled her eyes and said, “Could you two be more idiotic?”
They looked at her and sighed in frustration.
“Two can play the follow-game, you know! You heard Klaus, he and Marcel are headed where you’re going.”
“So distract them. Because unless you wanna lock me in a tomb, I’m coming with you. And wouldn’t Elijah be mad if he heard that the baby and I died of asphyxiation?” Katherine countered at Rebekah.
Rebekah was annoyed at her stubbornness, as she looked at her, but knew Katherine was right.
Sophie sighed and finally let them tag along.
While Klaus distracted Marcel at the Bayou bar with chatter and Moonshine drinks, the three walked around the woods to look for the dead witches.
“So, the Harvest thing---tell me more,” Rebekah urged.
“Klaus said to wait,” Sophie reminded her.
“Yes. He also said to stay out of the Bayou and yet here we are, amongst the crawly, buggy creatures.”
Katherine stopped as well did the witch and Original, once they arrived at the sight of the dead witches.
While Sophie dug around in her bag for the ingredients to consecrate the witches, Katherine noticed a huge paw print in the mud, and in a near-by tree, there were three bloody scratches in the bark.
“Is that a wolf track?” Sophie questioned, also noticing it.
When they heard the sound of someone approaching, Rebekah called out, “Who’s there?”
Marcel’s informant, Tomas, came into view and recognized Rebekah. He was immediately scared.
“What the hell? An Original?” he questioned, before blurring off in fear.
After Rebekah called Klaus and told him what had happened, he dealt with it by snapping his neck while Rebekah distracted Marcel with small talk.
That night, Katherine and Sophie spoke, as they walked over to Sophie’s truck.
“Those people, all this, because of a vision about my baby you don’t think is true?” Katherine inquired. She’d known witches for 500 years, but never had she met witches this violent because of a vision.
“Look, I love Sabine, but she’s the witch equivalent of a drama queen. I’ve learned to take a little stock in whatever she says or sees. Just kinda wish she’d kept her mouth shut,” she informed the human.
“The Harvest ritual---you said you didn’t believe it. Were you right?”
“No. I saw it with my own eyes. It was working. It was real.”
“So how can you be so sure Sabine’s vision isn’t?”
Sophie was silent, not having an answer.
After arriving at the compound, Marcel and Klaus had a fight over Davina. Marcel had found out that Klaus wanted Davina, but Marcel wasn’t going to let Klaus take her.
Just as Marcel lunged for Klaus for a fight, Elijah appeared and knocked Marcel down to the floor.
“Do forgive me, Marcel. If anyone is to teach my brother a lesson…it’s me,” Elijah told him.
Rebekah and Katherine were in the parlor at the plantation home, Rebekah pouring a bunch of drinks, as they spoke.
“I don’t care if we get you a leash, that’s your last trip to the Bayou. And as for being in it alone, how dare you? I don’t ruin a perfectly fabulous pair of boots traipsing through the Bayou for just anyone,” Rebekah lectured her, complaining about the trip to the Bayou.
Katherine gave a smile. Rebekah was starting to sound like the old Katherine. Who knew that she and Rebekah were alike in certain ways. She then decided to head outside.
A moment later, Klaus and Elijah walked in.
“Elijah! You’re safe! Now that you’re home, is your first plan to kill Niklaus?” Rebekah greeted.
Elijah gave her a smile. “Excuse me a moment.” He walked through the parlor toward the backyard.
“Where’s he going?” Rebekah said, though she assumed where.
Katherine was standing on the back patio when Elijah came outside. She was silent, but gave him a smile. She then, finally said, “You’re here.”
“I’m here,” he agreed.
They looked at each other, before she gave him a well overdue slap on the face.
“You know, we may be over, but you could’ve at least called. We’ve all been worried; especially, me.” She turned around to leave. “Welcome home.”
Elijah silently watched, as she headed back inside. As he watched her go, he knew that he had to mend whatever he could between them, though now that she was pregnant with his brother’s child, it would be wrong to try and make a fresh start with her. All he could do was to hope for Katerina to forgive him for leaving without a look back. Knowing Katerina though, if he wanted her to forgive him, he had his work cut out for himself. After all, she could be quite stubborn.
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