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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="a03799b03e8ee940026a93d2a7009717"Marcel is sitting in a bar, drinking. Klaus enters. "Well, this is a far cry from last night's party."Klaus sees Cami sitting in the bar, writing. "Ah, in pursuit of the bartender from "Rousseau's", I see." Klaus grins. "She's a work in progress." Marcel says. "And yet here you are, pining over her when you should be eating her for lunch. Oh, she must be special." Klaus' grin grew. "Business first. The coroner called. He's got my number in case any dead tourists show up." Marcel says getting back on track. "Let me guess – dead tourists with a stamp on the hand and vampire blood in their veins?" Klaus questioned. "It happens. Someone takes a drunken tumble off a balcony, or into the Mississippi... And today I got two of them to deal with." He says. Klaus rises when he hears that Cami is gathering her things and leaving. "Excuse me, love. What's that you're studying?" Klaus asks. Marcel, across from him, gives him a look to which Klaus blew off. "Abnormal psychology." Cami answered. "Abnormal psychology, well. Perhaps you could help me diagnose my friend over here. He's been a little bit depressed, can't keep his mind off a girl. He tells me she's a queen, fit for a king. I think he should cut his losses and move on. What's your professional opinion?" Klaus says, enjoying this all too much. Cami turns to Marcel "Be a nice guy, and maybe the opportunity will present itself some day." Marcel looks at her for a moment before answering. "How about tonight, nine o'clock? I'll meet you right here?" He asks. "I'll take it under consideration." She then leaves. "Mm, harsh." Marcel says. "I daresay I've lost my touch. Or you've lost yours."They smile at each other, sipping their drinks./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="86f382f3bf680ab314615ad5c9f04c42"MayBeth walks up to a shop front right when the shopkeeper appears to be leaving. "Hey, hey!" She calls to the shopkeeper. "We're closed, sorry." katie states. "I just need one teeny, tiny little herb. Please?" MayBeth pleads. "Which herb?" Katie says, giving in. "Crushed aconite flower." MayBeth stated. "Wolfsbane? That's a poison. You're gonna kill a wolf?" Katie asks in confusion. "Just a little one." MayBeth places a hand on her belly. Katie's eyes widen. "Give me a minute."Katie goes back into the shop. After a few seconds she comes back, holding a phial in her hand. "Cut it with jimson weed. A few drops in some hot tea – that should do it."MayBeth hands her some money. "Here." Katie refuses it. "It's an ugly town for werewolves. You're doing the right thing." She says. MayBeth looks at her in confusion. "I'm not a wolf, i'm a Heretic." She shakes her head and walks away. Katie picks up her phone and calls someone. "Hey, wanna gain points? Tell Marcel there's a witch in the Quarter."/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="9648687c64a69cd56e9087ad9e1fd813"Marcel and Klaus are in a garage. "You take me to the nicest places." Klaus and Diego open the doors of a car. Two people, Tina and Josh, are lying in the car. "Welcome to the land of the newly dead. I won't waste your time." He turns to Thierry. "I trust you filled them in?" "To be honest, not much in the way of potential here." He says. "Yeah, well, I just lost six night-walkers. I got holes to fill. I'll keep this quick. That itch you feel? That's the need to feed coming on strong, a hunger for human blood. Drink it – you're a vampire. Don't – you die. Again. This time for good. Right here in a body bag." Marcel then turn to Klaus. "Hey, what do you think, cute dorky girl or gay best friend?" Marcel asks. "Dealer's choice." Klaus responds. "Dealer's choice, okay." Marcel shows them a coin. "Whoever picks up this coin gets to live forever. The other one dies." He lays down the coin between them. "Go!" Josh looks to the Tina. She grabs the coin. Marcel laughs. "Damn girl! I said, damn!" Marcel continues to laughs. "How could you!?" Josh says. "Get over it, Josh. It's not like I had a choice. You would've done the same thing, but you're such a little –" Marcel then kills Tina by breaking her neck. "Let her die in cold storage. Got a thing about people who betray their own friends. C'mon. Let's go for a ride." Rebekah watches from a balcony above as Klaus loads Josh into the car, and Marcel talks on his cell phone. She recalls a memory of Marcel and Klaus./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="a0e61ba0e10584e15c7fea645aa32f67"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"A BAR IN THE QUARTER/span/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="8aa2512b4930756cec0229a48d1a6d03"Marcel walks into a bar, his eyes searching the place until he spots Klaus sitting at the bar. "I know that face – woman trouble." Klaus grins. "You're a dick, you know that? Why didn't you tell me your sister's back in town?" Marcel asks. "Well, I thought it would be more amusing for you to find out for yourself." Klaus continues to grin. "Is there anything else that I need to know?" Marcel asked him. "Only that she's grown considerably more insane in the last century." Klaus says. "Or maybe that it was her who killed my guys?" Marcel said. "Doubtful. Unless that biker bar is frequented by small-town, high school quarterbacks, I can't imagine she'd be interested." Marcel's phone rings and he answers it. Klaus listens with his vampire hearing. "Yeah?" Marcel asked. "Just got a tip – someone saw a witch in Bienville Park." Caller said. "Get a couple nightwalkers to run it down. Bring me back its head."He hangs up. "Well, I guess that solves the mystery of the murdered riffraff. At least my sister's in the clear." Klaus says. "About that. I don't have time for Mikaelson family drama. You're my guest – keep your sister in line." Marcel says. Klaus responds, his voice rising as Marcel leaves. "I'd have a greater chance of draining the Mississippi with a straw!"/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="89a58a3b2b19511ab8e342168c862680"MayBeth sits on a bench, dripping the poison into a cup. "Come on, Beth. One upset stomach and all this stupid drama is ancient history." She lifts the cup toward her face, closes her eyes, then opens them and lowers the cup again without drinking it. She sighs, then hears a branch snap nearby. She stands up, looking around, then turns to find a vampire right in front of her. "Dumb move, coming into the Quarter. You're coming with me, witch." Vamp 1 said. "I have had it up to here with vampires telling me what to do." She throws the cup's contents into his face, and he roars in pain. She spins around, only to be faced with two more vampires. Suddenly Rebekah shows up, snaps the neck of one vampire and rips the heart out of the back of the other. "Now, that is no way to treat a pregnant lady. I do hate bad manners."She throws the heart on the ground. MayBeth gapes at her, still in shock./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="089799068cda7d45c79cc0bd0dc0f239"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"MIKAELSON MANSION/span/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="cf3c9ad455d7de9f60c431d0b13650df"Klaus throws a final body onto a small pile in the front courtyard while he berates Rebekah and Maybeth for their behavior. "This is why I told you never to leave the house. Witches are banned in the Quarter. I had a plan, and your little nighttime stroll put it all in peril! Leave him!" Klaus tells us. Rebekah had started walking toward the pile of bodies – one of them was still alive – but at Klaus' last command, she stops."You've done enough, don't you think? Leaving a trail of bodies like a road map to my door?" Klaus tells her. "If I hadn't overheard this lot bragging about witch heads, everyone here would be screwed. And don't give me that crap about having a plan. You've had all the time in the world to execute a plan, and no one's seen you do a damn thing! Elijah made a deal to protect your child, so that it could save you from your selfish, rotten self. But you obviously don't give a damn about the child or Elijah, because what have you done to honor it?" Rebekah says to Klaus. "I have done everything. Let me spell it out for you, shall I? From the day I arrived, Marcel hasn't trusted me. From Day One, he's had his vampires ingest toxic vervain which, as you know, little sister, protects them from my mind control. I needed a spy, someone on the inside with me who Marcel would never suspect. So, I created a Day Zero and got there first. Marcel had just lost six vampires, thanks to your little murder spree, and he needed new recruits. So, I made the new one mine, before he'd had even a drop of vervain. But we all know the real way to a man is through his heart, so..." Klaus begins./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="86b3edcf7fef6fe33531a183eab6cc6f""So, my mate, Marcel. Nice bloke, don't you think?" Klaus asks Cami. "No. He's charming, sexy, confident, incredibly hot. But let's be honest – he's a bad boy, right? Like you. And right now, I only need good in my life, not someone who's –" She started. "Tragically wounded and damaged by demons he can't escape." Klaus finished. "The – damaged ones. They're not good. At least, not for me."She moves to leave, but Klaus rises and takes her hand. "I understand, I do. However –" Klaus starts to compel her "– give him one chance, then I need you to tell me where he goes, and who he sees."/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="91e829c59eec44534f67e22079c021bd"Klaus grabs the vampire that's still alive from the pile. "And this one – I'm gonna drain him of vervain, compel him to believe his mates found religion and moved to Utah, so that he can explain to Marcel why he lost three more vampires tonight." He drags the vampire into the house; Rebekah and Maybeth follow him inside. "Does anyone have any more questions? No? Good, because I have a question. Maybeth, my love, what were you doing in the bloody French Quarter in the first place? Answer me!" "Leave her be." Rebekah says trying to stop a fight from happening. "You wanna know what I was doing? I was buying poison, so I could put your little baby out of its misery." Her eyes widen at the fact that she said that. Come to think of it, she can't believe she bought and was about to use the wolfbane to murder her own child. Before she can even apologize for what she said Klaus runs at her with vampire speed and pins her to the door by the neck. She gasps for air. "Nik! NIK!" Rebekah runs at Klaus with vampire speed, pushes him off of MayBeth and grabs him by the shoulders. MayBeth coughs and splutters, massaging her throat. "Keep your hands off her! She is pregnant, for God's sake! All of this bluster about not wanting the child, and then the second she tells you she's ready to get rid of it? It's okay to care. It's okay to want something. That's all Elijah was trying to do, all he's ever wanted for you. All we've ever wanted." Rebekah , calmed down but reeling from being confronted with his feelings, sits down on the stairs. Rebekah sits beside him. "I gave Elijah to Marcel." Klaus whispered. "What?" She says, getting mad. "Marcel was nervous. It's bad enough one Original returned to town, but two? His crew was getting antsy. He wanted Elijah gone, so... I gave him a peace offering." Klaus says, trying to get Bekah to see his way. "You bartered our brother?" Rebekah asked. "I have a plan. Gain Marcel's trust, dismantle his empire, honor Elijah's wish that that baby be born. I am executing that plan the only way I know how. If you don't like it, there's the door. See if I care." Klaus rises and goes to leave the room but looks back at MayBeth, who's sitting on the floor with tears in her eyes. Klaus looks at her with a pained look, then leaves. Rebekah leans back, her work cut out for her./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="9ae43097b982afd7b57d367e24b2362b"Later, Rebekah is sitting on the back porch of the house when MayBeth comes out and joins her. "I know you don't agree with what I did... but thanks. I appreciate what you did in there." "You're right, I may not agree with what you did, but us girls have got to look out for each other." Rebekah states. "What is it with you two? You say you hate him, but the way you deal with him, it's so clear. Even when you hate him, you still love him." MayBeth asks. "I guess when you spend a thousand years with someone, deciding to quit them is like losing a part of yourself. But sometimes the hate is just... so powerful. Emil wasn't the only boyfriend of mine that Klaus killed. He did it again, and again, and every time I found someone to care about. He just kept doing it until, finally, I stopped falling in love. He said he was protecting me from my mistakes, that no one was ever good enough for his little sister. Until one day, someone was." Rebekah said, looking off into space./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="22bcfda39e01d240bad35d663b3f0e2d"Marcel approaches Rebekah in the courtyard where they practice fencing. "How was the river?" Rebekah asked. "It was cool... sweet." Rebekah, slightly nervous, rises. "I should go inside –" Marcel blocks her way and moves her so her back is against the wall. Marcel kisses her passionately, and Rebekah seems to enjoy it, but after a moment she pushes him away. "My brother will kill you." Rebekah said reminding him of his possible death. "Then I'll die smiling." He kisses her again, but suddenly Klaus pulls Marcel off her, shoves him against a wall and shouts at him, fencing sword in hand. "Did I not warn you?" Klaus says to Marcel. "Klaus, I beg of you! He is not like any other. You saw it in him from the very first day. You saved him, protected him... you raised him. You cannot kill him." Rebekah lays a hand on Klaus' sword arm, which drops slowly. Marcel sighs in relief as the sword clatters on the ground. "You are right. I cannot."Suddenly, Klaus daggers Rebekah in the heart. "But you, dear sister, need a lesson in what you can and cannot take from me." He says and Marcel watches, horrified, as Rebekah weakens in Klaus' arms./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="fbfcaf100a66864c22b06a8268424c69""If you know Marcel has Elijah, why don't you just get him back yourself?" MayBeth asked. "Because, if I cross my brother, there's still a coffin downstairs with my name on it." Bekah said. MayBeth eyes Rebekah for a moment, then reaches down and retrieves something wrapped in cloth. She unfolds it and reveals the two silver daggers. "Oh, my god." Rebekah says, astonished. "I found them under your coffin. So, if a couple of antique steak knives were the only things stopping you from getting Elijah back, then here you go." MayBeth offers the daggers to Rebekah, who takes them in slight awe. Finally, she smiles, and MayBeth smiles back./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="a03799b03e8ee940026a93d2a7009717"Marcel is sitting in a bar, drinking. Klaus enters. "Well, this is a far cry from last night's party."Klaus sees Cami sitting in the bar, writing. "Ah, in pursuit of the bartender from "Rousseau's", I see." Klaus grins. "She's a work in progress." Marcel says. "And yet here you are, pining over her when you should be eating her for lunch. Oh, she must be special." Klaus' grin grew. "Business first. The coroner called. He's got my number in case any dead tourists show up." Marcel says getting back on track. "Let me guess – dead tourists with a stamp on the hand and vampire blood in their veins?" Klaus questioned. "It happens. Someone takes a drunken tumble off a balcony, or into the Mississippi... And today I got two of them to deal with." He says. Klaus rises when he hears that Cami is gathering her things and leaving. "Excuse me, love. What's that you're studying?" Klaus asks. Marcel, across from him, gives him a look to which Klaus blew off. "Abnormal psychology." Cami answered. "Abnormal psychology, well. Perhaps you could help me diagnose my friend over here. He's been a little bit depressed, can't keep his mind off a girl. He tells me she's a queen, fit for a king. I think he should cut his losses and move on. What's your professional opinion?" Klaus says, enjoying this all too much. Cami turns to Marcel "Be a nice guy, and maybe the opportunity will present itself some day." Marcel looks at her for a moment before answering. "How about tonight, nine o'clock? I'll meet you right here?" He asks. "I'll take it under consideration." She then leaves. "Mm, harsh." Marcel says. "I daresay I've lost my touch. Or you've lost yours."They smile at each other, sipping their drinks./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="86f382f3bf680ab314615ad5c9f04c42"MayBeth walks up to a shop front right when the shopkeeper appears to be leaving. "Hey, hey!" She calls to the shopkeeper. "We're closed, sorry." katie states. "I just need one teeny, tiny little herb. Please?" MayBeth pleads. "Which herb?" Katie says, giving in. "Crushed aconite flower." MayBeth stated. "Wolfsbane? That's a poison. You're gonna kill a wolf?" Katie asks in confusion. "Just a little one." MayBeth places a hand on her belly. Katie's eyes widen. "Give me a minute."Katie goes back into the shop. After a few seconds she comes back, holding a phial in her hand. "Cut it with jimson weed. A few drops in some hot tea – that should do it."MayBeth hands her some money. "Here." Katie refuses it. "It's an ugly town for werewolves. You're doing the right thing." She says. MayBeth looks at her in confusion. "I'm not a wolf, i'm a Heretic." She shakes her head and walks away. Katie picks up her phone and calls someone. "Hey, wanna gain points? Tell Marcel there's a witch in the Quarter."/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="9648687c64a69cd56e9087ad9e1fd813"Marcel and Klaus are in a garage. "You take me to the nicest places." Klaus and Diego open the doors of a car. Two people, Tina and Josh, are lying in the car. "Welcome to the land of the newly dead. I won't waste your time." He turns to Thierry. "I trust you filled them in?" "To be honest, not much in the way of potential here." He says. "Yeah, well, I just lost six night-walkers. I got holes to fill. I'll keep this quick. That itch you feel? That's the need to feed coming on strong, a hunger for human blood. Drink it – you're a vampire. Don't – you die. Again. This time for good. Right here in a body bag." Marcel then turn to Klaus. "Hey, what do you think, cute dorky girl or gay best friend?" Marcel asks. "Dealer's choice." Klaus responds. "Dealer's choice, okay." Marcel shows them a coin. "Whoever picks up this coin gets to live forever. The other one dies." He lays down the coin between them. "Go!" Josh looks to the Tina. She grabs the coin. Marcel laughs. "Damn girl! I said, damn!" Marcel continues to laughs. "How could you!?" Josh says. "Get over it, Josh. It's not like I had a choice. You would've done the same thing, but you're such a little –" Marcel then kills Tina by breaking her neck. "Let her die in cold storage. Got a thing about people who betray their own friends. C'mon. Let's go for a ride." Rebekah watches from a balcony above as Klaus loads Josh into the car, and Marcel talks on his cell phone. She recalls a memory of Marcel and Klaus./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="a0e61ba0e10584e15c7fea645aa32f67"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"A BAR IN THE QUARTER/span/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="8aa2512b4930756cec0229a48d1a6d03"Marcel walks into a bar, his eyes searching the place until he spots Klaus sitting at the bar. "I know that face – woman trouble." Klaus grins. "You're a dick, you know that? Why didn't you tell me your sister's back in town?" Marcel asks. "Well, I thought it would be more amusing for you to find out for yourself." Klaus continues to grin. "Is there anything else that I need to know?" Marcel asked him. "Only that she's grown considerably more insane in the last century." Klaus says. "Or maybe that it was her who killed my guys?" Marcel said. "Doubtful. Unless that biker bar is frequented by small-town, high school quarterbacks, I can't imagine she'd be interested." Marcel's phone rings and he answers it. Klaus listens with his vampire hearing. "Yeah?" Marcel asked. "Just got a tip – someone saw a witch in Bienville Park." Caller said. "Get a couple nightwalkers to run it down. Bring me back its head."He hangs up. "Well, I guess that solves the mystery of the murdered riffraff. At least my sister's in the clear." Klaus says. "About that. I don't have time for Mikaelson family drama. You're my guest – keep your sister in line." Marcel says. Klaus responds, his voice rising as Marcel leaves. "I'd have a greater chance of draining the Mississippi with a straw!"/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="89a58a3b2b19511ab8e342168c862680"MayBeth sits on a bench, dripping the poison into a cup. "Come on, Beth. One upset stomach and all this stupid drama is ancient history." She lifts the cup toward her face, closes her eyes, then opens them and lowers the cup again without drinking it. She sighs, then hears a branch snap nearby. She stands up, looking around, then turns to find a vampire right in front of her. "Dumb move, coming into the Quarter. You're coming with me, witch." Vamp 1 said. "I have had it up to here with vampires telling me what to do." She throws the cup's contents into his face, and he roars in pain. She spins around, only to be faced with two more vampires. Suddenly Rebekah shows up, snaps the neck of one vampire and rips the heart out of the back of the other. "Now, that is no way to treat a pregnant lady. I do hate bad manners."She throws the heart on the ground. MayBeth gapes at her, still in shock./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="089799068cda7d45c79cc0bd0dc0f239"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"MIKAELSON MANSION/span/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="cf3c9ad455d7de9f60c431d0b13650df"Klaus throws a final body onto a small pile in the front courtyard while he berates Rebekah and Maybeth for their behavior. "This is why I told you never to leave the house. Witches are banned in the Quarter. I had a plan, and your little nighttime stroll put it all in peril! Leave him!" Klaus tells us. Rebekah had started walking toward the pile of bodies – one of them was still alive – but at Klaus' last command, she stops."You've done enough, don't you think? Leaving a trail of bodies like a road map to my door?" Klaus tells her. "If I hadn't overheard this lot bragging about witch heads, everyone here would be screwed. And don't give me that crap about having a plan. You've had all the time in the world to execute a plan, and no one's seen you do a damn thing! Elijah made a deal to protect your child, so that it could save you from your selfish, rotten self. But you obviously don't give a damn about the child or Elijah, because what have you done to honor it?" Rebekah says to Klaus. "I have done everything. Let me spell it out for you, shall I? From the day I arrived, Marcel hasn't trusted me. From Day One, he's had his vampires ingest toxic vervain which, as you know, little sister, protects them from my mind control. I needed a spy, someone on the inside with me who Marcel would never suspect. So, I created a Day Zero and got there first. Marcel had just lost six vampires, thanks to your little murder spree, and he needed new recruits. So, I made the new one mine, before he'd had even a drop of vervain. But we all know the real way to a man is through his heart, so..." Klaus begins./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="86b3edcf7fef6fe33531a183eab6cc6f""So, my mate, Marcel. Nice bloke, don't you think?" Klaus asks Cami. "No. He's charming, sexy, confident, incredibly hot. But let's be honest – he's a bad boy, right? Like you. And right now, I only need good in my life, not someone who's –" She started. "Tragically wounded and damaged by demons he can't escape." Klaus finished. "The – damaged ones. They're not good. At least, not for me."She moves to leave, but Klaus rises and takes her hand. "I understand, I do. However –" Klaus starts to compel her "– give him one chance, then I need you to tell me where he goes, and who he sees."/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="91e829c59eec44534f67e22079c021bd"Klaus grabs the vampire that's still alive from the pile. "And this one – I'm gonna drain him of vervain, compel him to believe his mates found religion and moved to Utah, so that he can explain to Marcel why he lost three more vampires tonight." He drags the vampire into the house; Rebekah and Maybeth follow him inside. "Does anyone have any more questions? No? Good, because I have a question. Maybeth, my love, what were you doing in the bloody French Quarter in the first place? Answer me!" "Leave her be." Rebekah says trying to stop a fight from happening. "You wanna know what I was doing? I was buying poison, so I could put your little baby out of its misery." Her eyes widen at the fact that she said that. Come to think of it, she can't believe she bought and was about to use the wolfbane to murder her own child. Before she can even apologize for what she said Klaus runs at her with vampire speed and pins her to the door by the neck. She gasps for air. "Nik! NIK!" Rebekah runs at Klaus with vampire speed, pushes him off of MayBeth and grabs him by the shoulders. MayBeth coughs and splutters, massaging her throat. "Keep your hands off her! She is pregnant, for God's sake! All of this bluster about not wanting the child, and then the second she tells you she's ready to get rid of it? It's okay to care. It's okay to want something. That's all Elijah was trying to do, all he's ever wanted for you. All we've ever wanted." Rebekah , calmed down but reeling from being confronted with his feelings, sits down on the stairs. Rebekah sits beside him. "I gave Elijah to Marcel." Klaus whispered. "What?" She says, getting mad. "Marcel was nervous. It's bad enough one Original returned to town, but two? His crew was getting antsy. He wanted Elijah gone, so... I gave him a peace offering." Klaus says, trying to get Bekah to see his way. "You bartered our brother?" Rebekah asked. "I have a plan. Gain Marcel's trust, dismantle his empire, honor Elijah's wish that that baby be born. I am executing that plan the only way I know how. If you don't like it, there's the door. See if I care." Klaus rises and goes to leave the room but looks back at MayBeth, who's sitting on the floor with tears in her eyes. Klaus looks at her with a pained look, then leaves. Rebekah leans back, her work cut out for her./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="9ae43097b982afd7b57d367e24b2362b"Later, Rebekah is sitting on the back porch of the house when MayBeth comes out and joins her. "I know you don't agree with what I did... but thanks. I appreciate what you did in there." "You're right, I may not agree with what you did, but us girls have got to look out for each other." Rebekah states. "What is it with you two? You say you hate him, but the way you deal with him, it's so clear. Even when you hate him, you still love him." MayBeth asks. "I guess when you spend a thousand years with someone, deciding to quit them is like losing a part of yourself. But sometimes the hate is just... so powerful. Emil wasn't the only boyfriend of mine that Klaus killed. He did it again, and again, and every time I found someone to care about. He just kept doing it until, finally, I stopped falling in love. He said he was protecting me from my mistakes, that no one was ever good enough for his little sister. Until one day, someone was." Rebekah said, looking off into space./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="22bcfda39e01d240bad35d663b3f0e2d"Marcel approaches Rebekah in the courtyard where they practice fencing. "How was the river?" Rebekah asked. "It was cool... sweet." Rebekah, slightly nervous, rises. "I should go inside –" Marcel blocks her way and moves her so her back is against the wall. Marcel kisses her passionately, and Rebekah seems to enjoy it, but after a moment she pushes him away. "My brother will kill you." Rebekah said reminding him of his possible death. "Then I'll die smiling." He kisses her again, but suddenly Klaus pulls Marcel off her, shoves him against a wall and shouts at him, fencing sword in hand. "Did I not warn you?" Klaus says to Marcel. "Klaus, I beg of you! He is not like any other. You saw it in him from the very first day. You saved him, protected him... you raised him. You cannot kill him." Rebekah lays a hand on Klaus' sword arm, which drops slowly. Marcel sighs in relief as the sword clatters on the ground. "You are right. I cannot."Suddenly, Klaus daggers Rebekah in the heart. "But you, dear sister, need a lesson in what you can and cannot take from me." He says and Marcel watches, horrified, as Rebekah weakens in Klaus' arms./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="fbfcaf100a66864c22b06a8268424c69""If you know Marcel has Elijah, why don't you just get him back yourself?" MayBeth asked. "Because, if I cross my brother, there's still a coffin downstairs with my name on it." Bekah said. MayBeth eyes Rebekah for a moment, then reaches down and retrieves something wrapped in cloth. She unfolds it and reveals the two silver daggers. "Oh, my god." Rebekah says, astonished. "I found them under your coffin. So, if a couple of antique steak knives were the only things stopping you from getting Elijah back, then here you go." MayBeth offers the daggers to Rebekah, who takes them in slight awe. Finally, she smiles, and MayBeth smiles back./p