We brought her to the city of the dead and she woke up almost as if on cue. I tried to stand apart from them, wanting to be left alone to mope, but Elijah put his arms around me and would not let me go.

"You didn't have to bite me to get me here; I wanted front row seats to this show," Sabine laughed.

"What are you going on about?" I sighed. Her games were exhausting.

"The one where Elijah sees your always and forever pact come crashing down. It's a myth," she explains. "A myth I died for."

"And yet here you stand alive," Elijah responded. "For now."

"You know Liz, not that he's sleeping with you, he'll grow bored," Sabine winked at us. "See you around." She backed out of the cemetery. Elijah ran after her, but was stopped at the gates. "I'm afraid you're trapped. Boundary spell: the Originals can enter, but they can't leave."

"You wouldn't," Elijah growled.

"I would and I did. Don't worry, Liz can leave whenever she wishes. I'm actually hoping she sees sense and understands that your family isn't worth the heartache or her life. But it's only a lunar spell so regardless you'll be free by the next moonrise." the witch explained, breaking a candle. She picked up the shattered glass and then stabbed herself in the throat.

Elijah turned to me as she bled out on the ground. "You should go."

I laughed in his face. "Like I won't be able to take care of myself? Nik is going after Bex, not me."

"And if he kills her, you'll die as well."

"Then you'll need my help in protecting her," I took his hand as Monique Deveraux appeared.

"You were right," she admitted and we sped over to the tomb Celeste had originally been buried in.

With a sickening gasp, Celeste's body sat up.

"Hello, Celeste," Elijah spoke calmly.

"How is this possible?" she cried.

"Monique Deveraux and I had a little wager regarding your ability to keep a promise," he explained. "It appears I won. You were so consumed with my downfall that you lost the trust of one of your own."

I smiled, genuinely, for the first time in a while as I produced Papa Tunde's blade and handed it to Elijah.

"Non, mon cheri," she begged. "Non tout est possible. Ce n'est pas fini!"

"Desloée," he whispered to her and the blade pierced her heart.

"Elijah?" Rebekah's voice called, echoing around us.

I rushed forward and hugged her, glad to see she was alright.

"What are you doing here?" her brother demanded. "You should be on the other side of the world by now."

"You and I both know that wouldn't have been far enough," she sighed with her hands still on my hips.

"Get away from her!"

I whipped around to see what animal was yelling. There was such venom in the voice that I could hardly believe it was our Nik talking about his baby sister. Yet there he was, golden eyes and fangs.

"She's mine!" He growled, clutching the white oak stake.

Elijah placed himself between us and Klaus. "Walk away," he ordered evenly. "Leave us, now."

"I can't!" Klaus laughed manically. "I'm stuck here!"

"Take her," Elijah said under his breath.

I grabbed Rebekah's hand and dragged her through the cemetery, between the tombs where we hid amongst the stones sculptures.

"You should see yourself; the murderous expression, the self-righteous posturing," I heard Elijah speaking to Klaus.

I told Rebekah to stay put and revealed myself thinking that he might listen to me. But she doesn't listen to me and follows me out into the open.

"If you want your revenge than have it," she sneered. "But it was your cruelty and your spite that led us to this."

Klaus sprinted up to one of the taller tombs and perched himself on the roof. "Go on then, speak your piece," he looked down on us. "The trial of Rebekah Mikaelson."

"What a relief. His ego is in check," Rebekah commented and I snorted trying to hold in my laughter.

The proceedings are ridiculous. Klaus does nothing but twist every word to justify his own malice while Rebekah shouts up at him. It all ended with Klaus lunging at her. Elijah intercepted him gaining control of both Papa Tunde's blade and the white oak stake. "Leave us," the eldest brother commanded.

I took Rebekah's hand and dragged her away once more, but as we fled, the brother's fought. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Papa Tunde's blade be absorbed into Elijah's abdomen. I ran to him. "Fuck you, Nik!" I growled as I held Elijah's head in my lap.

"He'll live," Klaus shrugged.

I looked up and he noticed my eyes were not meeting his. He turned around to see Rebekah who had picked up the stake.

"I have this now. I can decide who lives and who dies," she said, but it didn't sound like a threat.

"Well now that you have the means to kill me. Why don't you finish what you started a century ago?" Klaus sneered.

"I did not want you dead. I wanted you to run!" she cried.

"Liar!" he yelled. "You wanted revenge!"

"You drove me to betray you!" she shouted back.

They provoked each other into an attack. I watched in horror as it sunk into her chest.

I dropped Elijah and pounced on Klaus. He did not put up a fight as I pinned his wrists above his head. "What did you do?" I cried.

"I didn't kill her," he said, quietly. "I wouldn't kill her. I wouldn't kill you. I wouldn't kill my brother."

I looked over at Rebekah and saw that the stake was indeed an inch too far to the right to have pierced her heart. I let him up and sat on the stone floor, bringing my knees to my chin.

"Did you really think I was that cruel?" he asked, the hurt prominent in his voice.

"No," I shook my head, but then I changed my mind. "I don't know," I sighed. "I was told recently that I am you with tits and so Elijah will tire of me and my antics. I don't know how much violence I'm capable of. So what can you do?" The words tumbled out of my mouth, spilling like vomit.

Klaus sat down next to me and put and arm over my shoulders. I rested my head on his as we waited for the moon to rise again. "Elijah would never leave you. Whatever shit we pull, we'll never turn our backs on family."

I woke to Rebekah's voice. "You missed my heart," she said.

I jumped away from Klaus and embraced her.

"Perhaps I did or perhaps I never meant to kill you," Klaus responded. "Perhaps I just wanted you to feel a fraction of what I felt when Father came for me."

"Do you yourself know the truth?" Rebekah asked.

"I know this," Klaus responded. "You accuse me of being evil and yet you are the one who conspired to kill your own blood."

"You made our lives a living hell!" she shouted. "You tormented us."

I sat back down on the ground, rubbing my temples. This was all getting to be too much.

"I love my family!" he cried. "You, Elijah, Liz; I loved all of you. I Know I can be difficult but I did not make myself this way. It was Mikael who ruined me!"

Rebekah followed with a rebuttal of her own. Crying out that Mikael broke them all and their promise to each other was nothing more than another curse. Klaus only seemed to be half listening because he had knelt down next to Elijah and plunged his hand into his brother's torso. Klaus clutched the bone blade in his bloodied hand as Elijah regained consciousness.

"Now we're even," he hissed towards Elijah and I ran forward.

I helped him up, wrapping my arms around his waist. He leaned down and kissed me deeply, refusing to let me go until the moon reached its apex.

"What are we gonna do?" I asked as I watched Klaus let Rebekah go.

"Take back this city," Elijah told me, rubbing his hand up and down my back.