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; text-align: center;" data-p-id="56a228c62ca44f31a4553a3b3359066c"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"~Chapter 14~/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; text-align: center;" data-p-id="9f5a67c1e90b7ac346330d7b31e22c90"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"~Previously on Dragon's Keeper~/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; text-align: center;" data-p-id="2ba415461ca2b4da5a027d78ac8ffff4"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;""The child you're carrying is part vampire, part werewolf and part witch. You and Klaus made something special." Sabine said. "You sound like Elijah. He thinks this baby is going to make us one big, happy family, but now he's gone and I don't even know what... 'it' is." MayBeth points to her growing baby bump. "You know, I can do something about that, if you want. I mean, found out if it's a boy or girl." Sabine said. "I thought Marcel said you couldn't do witchy stuff around here." MayBeth points out. "It's not magic, just an old trick my grandmother taught me. Come on. You have to be a little curious." Sabine said, walking back into the house./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="af42cd0fb19bc92d6a49bad5ed7f4f47"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"THE ABATTOIR – MASQUERADE GALA/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="763656c09b09bba5865fe9ee866935e8"Cami and Marcel dance. Rebekah and Klaus watch them. "I thought you said you were in community work." Cami says. "Community fundraising. Throw a party, folks open their wallets. It's kinda my thing. Guess I'm what you call a necessary evil." Marcel said. "And Rebekah, she's one of your donors?" Cami asks. "She's an old friend." Marcel says. "Can't be that old. She looks younger than me." Cami said. "You'd be surprised. I was a kid when I met her. Enough about her. I just want to be right here with you." Marcel said. Across the courtyard, Klaus and Rebekah have their own conversation. "You really are a hideously evil little thing, aren't you?" Klaus asks. "Nonsense. They're perfect for each other. You wanted Marcel distracted—voilà." Rebekah says smiling. Diego enters the courtyard, and sees Marcel dancing with Cami, their faces nearing each other. Diego interrupts them and whispers in Marcel's ear. Rebekah turns to Klaus. "My cue to leave." She says. Marcel sees Thierry; he looks like he's barely containing his anger. Marcel turns to Cami. "Excuse me." Marcel walks over to Thierry and grabs him by the throat, pushing him away from the main party. Cami watches, her eyebrows knitting together. "What the hell did you do?" Marcel says. Diego intercedes. "Whoa, not here. No, not here." He says. Marcel backs off; Klaus smiles; Cami watches, disquiet paralyzing her features. /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="490e9a0e7d091ad52f1f5f777fc42452"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"THE CEMETERY/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="6d4eac613f90cc5080dd3a0435c993b1"Katie and Sophie talk inside a candlelit burial chamber. Katie is crying. "I know you think he's a monster." Katie says. "It doesn't matter what I think. Thierry killed another vampire. He broke Marcel's biggest rule. You'll never see him again... unless we do something." Sophie says. ""We"?" Katie asks. "I want to save our people. You want to save Thierry? There's only one way we can do both."Sophie says. A little while later, Katie and Sophie sit out in the cemetery, arranging items for a ritual. "You ready?" Sophie asks. Katie begins by sprinkling sand over their tableau. Meanwhile in Davina's attic room, whispering voices growing louder. Davina thrashes, asleep in her bed but disturbed by the magic she can sense. "Marcel. Something's coming." Davina rises from her bed and goes to her easel. She draws on the paper madly for several seconds, then stops. "Magic." She says./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="1a19d1e5fc897d8650722ede0970ef70"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"THE ABATTOIR — MASQUERADE GALA/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="50253c7565b70ba93c4d02ce129b57b8"Marcel talks to Thierry on a balcony above the party. "I want to hear your side of it." Marcel says. "Hey, Marcel, come on—" Thierry starts. "Your version. Go." Marcel says, angrily. "We were tossing the Cauldron. This guy, some nightwalker, he attacked Katie for no reason." Thierry says. "His name was Max. I turned him, and as far as reasons go, he doesn't need one. She was a witch. He was a vampire. Now he's dead." Marcel said shaking his head. From below, Cami watches them. "I didn't mean for it to happen." Thierry said. "You broke my most important rule. Damn it, T. How long we been friends, 70 years? I turned you into something that would never die. I gave you a gift." Marcel said getting angrier. "And I have been loyal to you all this time, and I still am. I'm still your friend, Marcel. I swear, that hasn't changed." Thierry says. Cami's look of apprehension remains. Klaus joins her. "Are you alright?" Klaus says. "He's got a temper, doesn't he? I guess this is the moment I remember I know better." Cami walks away. Joshua walks up to Klaus, standing slightly behind him. Klaus reaches into his coat inner pocket, withdraws a folded piece of paper and hands it to Joshua, who pockets it and walks away. Klaus watches the balcony as Joshua appears next to Marcel and hands him the paper. "We found this at his girl's place." Josh says. Marcel looks at it; it appears to be a spell written out. Marcel turns back to Thierry. "Still my friend, huh? That's funny because it looks to me like that little witch of yours got her hands on a spell that I keep locked away." Marcel says angrily. "Marcel, I have never seen that." Thierry says. "Shut up. I see on your hand, you still have the daylight ring I gave you. So what would you need with the recipe for making new ones? Unless maybe you and Katie were gonna go off and start a little kingdom of your own?" Marcel starts. "Marcel, no." Thierry tries to reason. "Here's a lesson in friendship. Friends don't lie to me, they don't break my rules, and they do not steal what is mine." Marcel turns to take a moment and breathe, then returns to Thierry. "Ohh... For the crime of murdering one of his own, I sentence Thierry Vanchure to 100 years in the Garden." Marcel says. Below, Klaus smiles. "And it begins…" He states. /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="bc93dabeed7171949ae719a4c4923fbb"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"The Cemetery/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="561e053d0eb8c142791c7d3ad250befd"Sophie is preparing her locator spell, when Rebekah appears. Sophie looks up when she hears her. "You're doing the right thing. It's the only way to find Elijah." Rebekah says. "I'm doing what I have to do." Sophie begins chanting. Klaus watches as more of Marcel's men lead Thierry out of the party and out onto the street, where a small crowd of more vampires watch Katie approach from down the street, chanting. Klaus watches the events unfold from a window above. Meanwhile Davina's madly scribbling at her easel. Outside the party Thierry see's Katie. "Katie, no!" Thierry says. "Like clockwork." Klaus says. Katie waves her arm and a lamp's light explodes; all the vampires grab at their heads, falling down in pain. Davina's drawing appears to be Katie's face. Marcel alone rises back up to face Katie, but she smashes another light with magic and Marcel goes down again. Sophie continues to chant for her spell. "Hurry." Rebekah says. Marcel rises again, but Katie uses magic to break his bones, and he falls again shouting in pain. "NO!" Davina says. In her attic room, Davina lifts her hands slowly; Marcel again rises, and Katie looks astonished. "You're here to save your man. Well, come on, little girl!" Marcel says. He growls as he runs to attack Katie, but she holds him with magic, and he falls down groaning. Davina in her room falls at the same time. Katie lifts a wooden stake above Marcel. "Die, you son of a bitch." Katie says. "No! Katie! Don't!" Thierry says. Klaus swoops in and snaps Katie's neck. She falls to the ground, dead. In the cemetery, Sophie stops her spell. "Something's wrong. Katie's magic stopped. I can keep going." Sophie says. "You can't. She'll sense it." Rebekah says. "No. I can find Davina. I just need another moment." Sophie tries to keep going. Rebekah grabs the paper with black sand on top of it that Sophie was using and throws it aside. "You may be willing to die to get your witch back, but MayBeth and the baby will die with you. Klaus will kill you and Elijah will never forgive us, and rescuing him will be for nothing. It's over. We failed." Rebekah says. Back on the street, Thierry crawls over to Katie's body. "No. Katie. No, no, no, no." Thierry sobs over her body, cradling it. Marcel catches Klaus' eye, and nods. Thierry stands chained to a wall in some underground room. Marcel stands across from him. "Just tell me this. Was she worth it?" Marcel asks. "I loved her." Thierry says. Marcel drives an iron stake into Thierry's gut, and he groans in pain. Another man appears, and Marcel hands him a wooden mallet. "Seal him up... and let him rot." Marcel says. The man begins to lay bricks over wet cement, clearly intending to build a wall to encase Thierry. He won't be the first; a long view down the tunnel suggests that many others have met the same fate. /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; text-align: center;" data-p-id="16cee8927b930b57904dbeead491089c"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"~o0o~/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="ed4dd8ee1a4fb90901f9f9a47fe074b7"The party's over and the courtyard is deserted. Klaus and Marcel stand alone on a balcony and clink their drinks against each other. Marcel downs his. "How much did Cami see?" Marcel says. "She just saw an argument, mate. It's nothing you can't fix. You really like her, don't you?" Klaus says. "I like that she's not a part of any of this. Sometimes it's good to see the world the way the humans do." Marcel says. "I am sorry about Thierry, you know? I can tell he was a good friend." Klaus says. "I made him what he was. Obviously, my trust was misplaced." Marcel said. "Doesn't make it easier." Klaus says. "You saved me tonight. I guess I owe you one. You asked for your brother back. Seems like the least I can do." Marcel says. Cami drinks a pint at a bar, still wearing her gala finery. Klaus enters the place and sits next to her. "Cami—" Klaus starts. "Don't even try it. I get the bro code. You're here to smooth things over for your friend. It's very nice of you, but—" Cami says. "But you've been hurt before, and you aren't taking any more chances." Klaus says. "Something like that. The guy I saw tonight—not the guy I thought he was. And if he can turn on a dime like that—" Cami says. "Sounds like more than just a broken heart. Someone broke your trust. Camille, the brave bartender." Klaus says. Cami and Klaus stare at each other. Cami swallows, looking like she might lean in, but Klaus blinks and breaks the moment. "I'm sorry... But I need you to give Marcel another chance." Klaus says. Cami clears her throat. "Wow. I totally misread that." Cami says. "Yes. You did, but we all have our roles to play." He starts to compel her. "You went to Marcel's. You danced. You feel badly that he had a row with his friend, but otherwise, all you remember is that it was perfect." Klaus leaves. Rebekah sits at the piano, playing a scattering of notes lazily. Klaus enters and she sits up. "Well, tonight was an epic failure." Rebekah says. "On the contrary, sister. Tonight was a masterpiece." Klaus says happily. "Are you mad? Katie died before Sophie could complete the spell." Rebekah said. "Oh, I'm well aware. I killed Katie." Klaus says. "You what?" Rebekah says. "There's no way our little suicide witch wasn't gonna try and take out Marcel with her. I saved his life, and in doing so, I now have him exactly where I want him." Klaus says. "Sophie trusted you. I trusted you against all my better instincts." Rebekah states. "Wake up, Rebekah. The witches are on nobody's side but their own. This girl, Davina? That's all they want, and when they have her, what do you think happens then, a truce? Of course not. They will use Davina's power against all of us." Klaus says. "Even if you're right, the plan was to find Elijah, and you've failed us." Rebekah says. "You always did lack faith. By protecting Marcel, I've cemented his trust, so much so that he's agreed to return Elijah to us. And when the time is right, when he has told me everything I need to know about Davina, I will have her for myself." Klaus says. "I have all the faith in the world that you'll get what you want, Nik. You always do, no matter what is costs the rest of us. You disgust me." Rebekah takes a sip of bourbon, then sets it on the piano and leaves. /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="27af5eecb14a94a461a8cf61eb6c62e2"Davina kneels at Elijah's open casket. She hears a door open and looks up to see Marcel enter. She runs to hug him. "You're okay! I was so worried." Davina says. "Thank you. Whatever you did, I felt it. You helped me." Marcel said. "It was the old ones, wasn't it?" Davina asked. "Actually, Klaus is the one that saved me tonight. I'm gonna make things right, starting off by giving him his brother back." Marcel says and goes to Elijah's coffin. "No." Davina says. "What? Davina—" Marcel asked. "No. You said the old ones were dangerous. I won't give him back until I know how to kill them." Davina says./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="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="2a552065af8379b7939b1edee9554068"MayBeth sits typing on a laptop at a desk, on whose top lay open a few old texts. Klaus pauses at the doorway and walks in. "Love? I thought you might like to know, Elijah is returning to us." Klaus says. "What! I guess being diabolical has its perks." MayBeth says jokingly. Klaus laughs. "You hardly spend time with him, and yet you miss him. What is it about my brother that always inspires such instant admiration?" Klaus asks. "He was kind to me. But you know that I will always love you Niklaus." MayBeth says. Klaus takes this in and goes to give her a kiss. Klaus turns to leave. "Hey, I learned something today. I think we're going to be having a baby girl." MayBeth smiles. Klaus pauses in the doorway, but doesn't turn round. He smiles slowly./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="bb8be4eaa45ae005c44844dc213a2c05"Rebekah is walking in the Quarter, still wearing her gown but her hair slightly disheveled. She sees Marcel, and turns the other way but runs into him there. "You're following me." Rebekah says. He walks toward her, backing her up against a store front. "Maybe you're just in my way." Marcel says. He walks away. Rebekah shuts her eyes. /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="f8b6adf8158a9e5fa193c5dfc4b5b222"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"THE CEMETERY/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="239b1f5d6c016d269b5f4bf237f9d656"Katie's body lies prepared for her final rites. Sophie waves a smoking bundle of herbs over her body. Other witches, including Agnes and Sabine, stand around her. "I told you no good would come from this unholy alliance of yours." Agnes said. "At least I'm doing something. What about you?" Sophie says and then leaves. "Sabine, tell them what you saw." Agnes says. "It's the girl, the Heretic." Sabine said./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="30454f29bbc0324a2f6e1b6d92c72ff3"Sabine swings a crystal, hanging by a string, over MayBeth, who lies on the kitchen island face up. "I think it's a girl. No... wait." Sabine says. "Wait what? Please tell me I'm not having a mini-Klaus." MayBeth says. The crystal glints in the light and Sabine drops it, gasping, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Hoc est infantima malom. Nos omnia perditu el eam." Sabine says./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="5f3ef0aa96a86be73c29a5118ebbbd79"strongFLASHBACK ENDS/strong/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="531f06b02ab6c853a4055e9041b0fe71"MayBeth is sitting at the desk with her laptop. She's entering the strange words Sabine uttered into an online translator, but is getting no results./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; text-align: center;" data-p-id="9f5a67c1e90b7ac346330d7b31e22c90"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"~Previously on Dragon's Keeper~/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; text-align: center;" data-p-id="2ba415461ca2b4da5a027d78ac8ffff4"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;""The child you're carrying is part vampire, part werewolf and part witch. You and Klaus made something special." Sabine said. "You sound like Elijah. He thinks this baby is going to make us one big, happy family, but now he's gone and I don't even know what... 'it' is." MayBeth points to her growing baby bump. "You know, I can do something about that, if you want. I mean, found out if it's a boy or girl." Sabine said. "I thought Marcel said you couldn't do witchy stuff around here." MayBeth points out. "It's not magic, just an old trick my grandmother taught me. Come on. You have to be a little curious." Sabine said, walking back into the house./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="af42cd0fb19bc92d6a49bad5ed7f4f47"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"THE ABATTOIR – MASQUERADE GALA/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="763656c09b09bba5865fe9ee866935e8"Cami and Marcel dance. Rebekah and Klaus watch them. "I thought you said you were in community work." Cami says. "Community fundraising. Throw a party, folks open their wallets. It's kinda my thing. Guess I'm what you call a necessary evil." Marcel said. "And Rebekah, she's one of your donors?" Cami asks. "She's an old friend." Marcel says. "Can't be that old. She looks younger than me." Cami said. "You'd be surprised. I was a kid when I met her. Enough about her. I just want to be right here with you." Marcel said. Across the courtyard, Klaus and Rebekah have their own conversation. "You really are a hideously evil little thing, aren't you?" Klaus asks. "Nonsense. They're perfect for each other. You wanted Marcel distracted—voilà." Rebekah says smiling. Diego enters the courtyard, and sees Marcel dancing with Cami, their faces nearing each other. Diego interrupts them and whispers in Marcel's ear. Rebekah turns to Klaus. "My cue to leave." She says. Marcel sees Thierry; he looks like he's barely containing his anger. Marcel turns to Cami. "Excuse me." Marcel walks over to Thierry and grabs him by the throat, pushing him away from the main party. Cami watches, her eyebrows knitting together. "What the hell did you do?" Marcel says. Diego intercedes. "Whoa, not here. No, not here." He says. Marcel backs off; Klaus smiles; Cami watches, disquiet paralyzing her features. /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="490e9a0e7d091ad52f1f5f777fc42452"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"THE CEMETERY/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="6d4eac613f90cc5080dd3a0435c993b1"Katie and Sophie talk inside a candlelit burial chamber. Katie is crying. "I know you think he's a monster." Katie says. "It doesn't matter what I think. Thierry killed another vampire. He broke Marcel's biggest rule. You'll never see him again... unless we do something." Sophie says. ""We"?" Katie asks. "I want to save our people. You want to save Thierry? There's only one way we can do both."Sophie says. A little while later, Katie and Sophie sit out in the cemetery, arranging items for a ritual. "You ready?" Sophie asks. Katie begins by sprinkling sand over their tableau. Meanwhile in Davina's attic room, whispering voices growing louder. Davina thrashes, asleep in her bed but disturbed by the magic she can sense. "Marcel. Something's coming." Davina rises from her bed and goes to her easel. She draws on the paper madly for several seconds, then stops. "Magic." She says./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="1a19d1e5fc897d8650722ede0970ef70"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"THE ABATTOIR — MASQUERADE GALA/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="50253c7565b70ba93c4d02ce129b57b8"Marcel talks to Thierry on a balcony above the party. "I want to hear your side of it." Marcel says. "Hey, Marcel, come on—" Thierry starts. "Your version. Go." Marcel says, angrily. "We were tossing the Cauldron. This guy, some nightwalker, he attacked Katie for no reason." Thierry says. "His name was Max. I turned him, and as far as reasons go, he doesn't need one. She was a witch. He was a vampire. Now he's dead." Marcel said shaking his head. From below, Cami watches them. "I didn't mean for it to happen." Thierry said. "You broke my most important rule. Damn it, T. How long we been friends, 70 years? I turned you into something that would never die. I gave you a gift." Marcel said getting angrier. "And I have been loyal to you all this time, and I still am. I'm still your friend, Marcel. I swear, that hasn't changed." Thierry says. Cami's look of apprehension remains. Klaus joins her. "Are you alright?" Klaus says. "He's got a temper, doesn't he? I guess this is the moment I remember I know better." Cami walks away. Joshua walks up to Klaus, standing slightly behind him. Klaus reaches into his coat inner pocket, withdraws a folded piece of paper and hands it to Joshua, who pockets it and walks away. Klaus watches the balcony as Joshua appears next to Marcel and hands him the paper. "We found this at his girl's place." Josh says. Marcel looks at it; it appears to be a spell written out. Marcel turns back to Thierry. "Still my friend, huh? That's funny because it looks to me like that little witch of yours got her hands on a spell that I keep locked away." Marcel says angrily. "Marcel, I have never seen that." Thierry says. "Shut up. I see on your hand, you still have the daylight ring I gave you. So what would you need with the recipe for making new ones? Unless maybe you and Katie were gonna go off and start a little kingdom of your own?" Marcel starts. "Marcel, no." Thierry tries to reason. "Here's a lesson in friendship. Friends don't lie to me, they don't break my rules, and they do not steal what is mine." Marcel turns to take a moment and breathe, then returns to Thierry. "Ohh... For the crime of murdering one of his own, I sentence Thierry Vanchure to 100 years in the Garden." Marcel says. Below, Klaus smiles. "And it begins…" He states. /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="bc93dabeed7171949ae719a4c4923fbb"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"The Cemetery/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="561e053d0eb8c142791c7d3ad250befd"Sophie is preparing her locator spell, when Rebekah appears. Sophie looks up when she hears her. "You're doing the right thing. It's the only way to find Elijah." Rebekah says. "I'm doing what I have to do." Sophie begins chanting. Klaus watches as more of Marcel's men lead Thierry out of the party and out onto the street, where a small crowd of more vampires watch Katie approach from down the street, chanting. Klaus watches the events unfold from a window above. Meanwhile Davina's madly scribbling at her easel. Outside the party Thierry see's Katie. "Katie, no!" Thierry says. "Like clockwork." Klaus says. Katie waves her arm and a lamp's light explodes; all the vampires grab at their heads, falling down in pain. Davina's drawing appears to be Katie's face. Marcel alone rises back up to face Katie, but she smashes another light with magic and Marcel goes down again. Sophie continues to chant for her spell. "Hurry." Rebekah says. Marcel rises again, but Katie uses magic to break his bones, and he falls again shouting in pain. "NO!" Davina says. In her attic room, Davina lifts her hands slowly; Marcel again rises, and Katie looks astonished. "You're here to save your man. Well, come on, little girl!" Marcel says. He growls as he runs to attack Katie, but she holds him with magic, and he falls down groaning. Davina in her room falls at the same time. Katie lifts a wooden stake above Marcel. "Die, you son of a bitch." Katie says. "No! Katie! Don't!" Thierry says. Klaus swoops in and snaps Katie's neck. She falls to the ground, dead. In the cemetery, Sophie stops her spell. "Something's wrong. Katie's magic stopped. I can keep going." Sophie says. "You can't. She'll sense it." Rebekah says. "No. I can find Davina. I just need another moment." Sophie tries to keep going. Rebekah grabs the paper with black sand on top of it that Sophie was using and throws it aside. "You may be willing to die to get your witch back, but MayBeth and the baby will die with you. Klaus will kill you and Elijah will never forgive us, and rescuing him will be for nothing. It's over. We failed." Rebekah says. Back on the street, Thierry crawls over to Katie's body. "No. Katie. No, no, no, no." Thierry sobs over her body, cradling it. Marcel catches Klaus' eye, and nods. Thierry stands chained to a wall in some underground room. Marcel stands across from him. "Just tell me this. Was she worth it?" Marcel asks. "I loved her." Thierry says. Marcel drives an iron stake into Thierry's gut, and he groans in pain. Another man appears, and Marcel hands him a wooden mallet. "Seal him up... and let him rot." Marcel says. The man begins to lay bricks over wet cement, clearly intending to build a wall to encase Thierry. He won't be the first; a long view down the tunnel suggests that many others have met the same fate. /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="ed4dd8ee1a4fb90901f9f9a47fe074b7"The party's over and the courtyard is deserted. Klaus and Marcel stand alone on a balcony and clink their drinks against each other. Marcel downs his. "How much did Cami see?" Marcel says. "She just saw an argument, mate. It's nothing you can't fix. You really like her, don't you?" Klaus says. "I like that she's not a part of any of this. Sometimes it's good to see the world the way the humans do." Marcel says. "I am sorry about Thierry, you know? I can tell he was a good friend." Klaus says. "I made him what he was. Obviously, my trust was misplaced." Marcel said. "Doesn't make it easier." Klaus says. "You saved me tonight. I guess I owe you one. You asked for your brother back. Seems like the least I can do." Marcel says. Cami drinks a pint at a bar, still wearing her gala finery. Klaus enters the place and sits next to her. "Cami—" Klaus starts. "Don't even try it. I get the bro code. You're here to smooth things over for your friend. It's very nice of you, but—" Cami says. "But you've been hurt before, and you aren't taking any more chances." Klaus says. "Something like that. The guy I saw tonight—not the guy I thought he was. And if he can turn on a dime like that—" Cami says. "Sounds like more than just a broken heart. Someone broke your trust. Camille, the brave bartender." Klaus says. Cami and Klaus stare at each other. Cami swallows, looking like she might lean in, but Klaus blinks and breaks the moment. "I'm sorry... But I need you to give Marcel another chance." Klaus says. Cami clears her throat. "Wow. I totally misread that." Cami says. "Yes. You did, but we all have our roles to play." He starts to compel her. "You went to Marcel's. You danced. You feel badly that he had a row with his friend, but otherwise, all you remember is that it was perfect." Klaus leaves. Rebekah sits at the piano, playing a scattering of notes lazily. Klaus enters and she sits up. "Well, tonight was an epic failure." Rebekah says. "On the contrary, sister. Tonight was a masterpiece." Klaus says happily. "Are you mad? Katie died before Sophie could complete the spell." Rebekah said. "Oh, I'm well aware. I killed Katie." Klaus says. "You what?" Rebekah says. "There's no way our little suicide witch wasn't gonna try and take out Marcel with her. I saved his life, and in doing so, I now have him exactly where I want him." Klaus says. "Sophie trusted you. I trusted you against all my better instincts." Rebekah states. "Wake up, Rebekah. The witches are on nobody's side but their own. This girl, Davina? That's all they want, and when they have her, what do you think happens then, a truce? Of course not. They will use Davina's power against all of us." Klaus says. "Even if you're right, the plan was to find Elijah, and you've failed us." Rebekah says. "You always did lack faith. By protecting Marcel, I've cemented his trust, so much so that he's agreed to return Elijah to us. And when the time is right, when he has told me everything I need to know about Davina, I will have her for myself." Klaus says. "I have all the faith in the world that you'll get what you want, Nik. You always do, no matter what is costs the rest of us. You disgust me." Rebekah takes a sip of bourbon, then sets it on the piano and leaves. /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="27af5eecb14a94a461a8cf61eb6c62e2"Davina kneels at Elijah's open casket. She hears a door open and looks up to see Marcel enter. She runs to hug him. "You're okay! I was so worried." Davina says. "Thank you. Whatever you did, I felt it. You helped me." Marcel said. "It was the old ones, wasn't it?" Davina asked. "Actually, Klaus is the one that saved me tonight. I'm gonna make things right, starting off by giving him his brother back." Marcel says and goes to Elijah's coffin. "No." Davina says. "What? Davina—" Marcel asked. "No. You said the old ones were dangerous. I won't give him back until I know how to kill them." Davina says./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="2a552065af8379b7939b1edee9554068"MayBeth sits typing on a laptop at a desk, on whose top lay open a few old texts. Klaus pauses at the doorway and walks in. "Love? I thought you might like to know, Elijah is returning to us." Klaus says. "What! I guess being diabolical has its perks." MayBeth says jokingly. Klaus laughs. "You hardly spend time with him, and yet you miss him. What is it about my brother that always inspires such instant admiration?" Klaus asks. "He was kind to me. But you know that I will always love you Niklaus." MayBeth says. Klaus takes this in and goes to give her a kiss. Klaus turns to leave. "Hey, I learned something today. I think we're going to be having a baby girl." MayBeth smiles. Klaus pauses in the doorway, but doesn't turn round. He smiles slowly./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="bb8be4eaa45ae005c44844dc213a2c05"Rebekah is walking in the Quarter, still wearing her gown but her hair slightly disheveled. She sees Marcel, and turns the other way but runs into him there. "You're following me." Rebekah says. He walks toward her, backing her up against a store front. "Maybe you're just in my way." Marcel says. He walks away. Rebekah shuts her eyes. /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="239b1f5d6c016d269b5f4bf237f9d656"Katie's body lies prepared for her final rites. Sophie waves a smoking bundle of herbs over her body. Other witches, including Agnes and Sabine, stand around her. "I told you no good would come from this unholy alliance of yours." Agnes said. "At least I'm doing something. What about you?" Sophie says and then leaves. "Sabine, tell them what you saw." Agnes says. "It's the girl, the Heretic." Sabine said./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="30454f29bbc0324a2f6e1b6d92c72ff3"Sabine swings a crystal, hanging by a string, over MayBeth, who lies on the kitchen island face up. "I think it's a girl. No... wait." Sabine says. "Wait what? Please tell me I'm not having a mini-Klaus." MayBeth says. The crystal glints in the light and Sabine drops it, gasping, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Hoc est infantima malom. Nos omnia perditu el eam." Sabine says./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="531f06b02ab6c853a4055e9041b0fe71"MayBeth is sitting at the desk with her laptop. She's entering the strange words Sabine uttered into an online translator, but is getting no results./p