Kol, Rebekah and Ra stood in the Lafayette Cemetery, outside the tomb Finn had been using as a base.

'Your family doesn't have a lot of original ideas do they? I mean we're basically planning dastardly schemes a few metres away from each other.' Ra watched as Kol lit candles around the outside of the tomb, 'We can't get in without Finn's blood.' She explained to Rebekah

'Well, how do we disrupt Finn from channeling our parents in there if we can't even get through the bloody binding circle? '

'We're not here to disrupt Finn's power, we're trying to overload it.' Kol replied to his sister.

'Are you daft? You want to make him stronger? Does a few thousand years addle your brain that much.' Rebekah looked between the two witches

'Look, a modern witch can only ever channel so much power. After that, things start to get ugly. I mean, they'll literally start to disintegrate from the inside. He'll either have to release the power, or, well... let it kill him.' Kol explained.

'But, he won't be dead; he'll just body-jump.'

'Yes, into a body three hundred miles away from the niece he's trying to take.' Ra smirked as Kol spoke.

'In case you're wondering, this is the side of you I like.' Rebekah said, looking at her brother proudly.

'Did you get me what I asked for?' Kol turned to look at his brother who was walking purposefully through the cemetery.

'Mystical artifacts and dark objects galore, from my own personal collection garnered over a thousand years.' Klaus replied, dropping a large duffel bag.

'I wondered where this had gone! Half this stuff is mine!' Kol said, rifling through the bag. An object caught Ra's eye and she crouched down to pick up the headband with falcon feathers attached.

'When did you get this Nik? I missed stretching my wings!' She looked at him, raising her eyebrows as his stealing of one of her symbols of power.

'There's more.' Klaus said, ignoring the question and reaching into his jacket pockets. He pulled out the sacrificial blade and dropped it only the pile before pulling out the unmistakable white oak stake, holding it out to Kol.

'You're going to trust me with this?' He asked in awe

'Whatever you need.' Klaus placed the stake in Kol's hand, 'Whatever it takes.'

'Alright. Let's get started.' Kol nodded at Ra's words and placed one hand on the door before looking at Ra unsurely. 'I will not have broken my vow by helping the child. It is only your generation that I promised against.' She took her hand in his, freely giving her power for him to channel and holding Rebekah's hand with her other. Their chanting began with Kol and Rebekah speaking in pigeon Latin, while Ra spoke in something much older. Pressure grew in the air as they continued until it was almost unbearable. Eventually they broke off the chanting, the only noise they were able to make being a groan until the three of them were thrown backwards.

Ra slowly sat as Bekah ran over to Kol 'You're a genius! You glorious bastard!' She cried, hugging him tightly.

'Well I'm a little surprised it worked myself.' He joked. Suddenly he was overcome by a severe coughing fit, backing away from the others as he doubled over. Ra hurried to him and rubbed his back, murmuring nothings as the fit subsided. As he stood straight, swaying slightly she held her hands on either side of his face and made a promise she didn't know if she could keep.

'I am not going to let you die. You hear me? I swear to you, whatever it takes.' He smiled weakly and she returned it.

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Ra had just only just got the semi-conscious Kol back to the tomb in one piece. She stood over the table, flicking through the grimoire in front of her as he lounged on the bed. She straightened and turned to him, 'Okay. I'm going to need you stood here. I need to see what kind of hex it is.' Kol complied sliding off the bed and walking towards the woman. She nodded and moved to place her hands on his chest, underneath his shirt.

'Now darling, if you wanted to cop a feel all you had to do was ask.' Ra rolled her eyes at his attempt at humour and shook her head.

'Very funny Kol. Now hold still.' He froze as she began to speak in her old tongue. The words grew louder as her face scrunched in frustration, the lights beginning to flicker. Suddenly a spark flew between the two and Ra pulled her hands back quickly, her face showing terror.

'What's wrong?' Kol asked, gripping her upper arms to hold her steady.

'I found the root of the spell.' She whispered, shock clear in her voice.

'And?' Kol asked.

She looked up at him slowly, tears visible in her eyes, 'It's one of mine.'