Still feeling bitter and angry about Jonathan, Savannah found her way to Lenora and James' to have a little chat with her niece's husband.
"Say," she told James when he came into the kitchen to get a snack. "You know who Jonathan Putnam is, right?"
"Yeah," James nodded. "I know who he is. Wish I could say the same about you."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Savannah apologized and stuck out her hand. "Lenora's my niece."
"Oh!" James nodded. "You're one of those far flung relatives of hers, aren't you!" He shook her hand. "I came from a large Irish family meself. You'd think I'd be used to family members just popping in and out by now. Anyway, why are you asking me about Putnam?"
"He did something awful to me, and if I remember correctly, you're a lawman who arrests bad people, right?"
"Yes," James nodded. "What did Putnam do?"
"He made me miscarry," Savannah replied. "Can't you arrest him for murder or something?"
"How did he do it?" James asked. "Did he use magic?"
"No," Savannah shook her head. "He used vervain."
"Damn, he's clever!" James swore. "Since he didn't use magic, I have no say in this!"
"None at all?" Savannah asked, her lip jutting out. "You can't do a thing?"
"I'll think of something," James promised. "Believe you me, I'll think of something."
"Sorry I forgot to introduce you to Savannah," Lenora apologized after coming in from walking Rusty who was still very much alive. "You find something interesting to talk about?"
"Oh, yes," James nodded. "We did."
"Well, what is it?" Lenora asked, sitting down between Savannah and James. "Tell me. I wanna know."
"My husband screwed me over and now I want revenge," Savannah replied. "And I figure that your husband is just the person to help me with that."
"Well, what did he do to you?" Lenora asked. "Surely it can't be anything that bad."
"He poisoned me and made me miscarry our baby cause he was too afraid to have hybrid children!" Savannah replied. "So it is that bad!"
"Well, that's terrible!" Lenora cried. "Who's your husband?"
"Putnam," James replied flatly. "But unfortunately, since he didn't use magic to bring on the miscarriage, I can't just arrest him."
"Not even since he technically committed murder?" Savannah asked hopefully.
"How pregnant were you when he made you miscarry?" James asked.
"Ten weeks, I think," Savannah replied.
"Sadly, you weren't far enough along for the embryo to be considered a person," James replied. "We have very specific rules about these things."
"Damn," Savannah replied. "So...so you can't do a thing?"
"Well, not legally, anyway," James sighed. "If only he'd used magic..."
"What about illegally?" Savannah asked.
"I know you're mad, but doing something like murdering Jonathan Putnam is not the best answer," Lenora replied.
"Why not?" Savannah asked. "My dad agrees with me!"
"Of course he does," Lenora sighed. "Look, there has to be some other way to deal with Jonathan than murdering him. Why don't you just talk to him and tell him how you feel?"
"Cause I don't want to," Savannah replied. "That's why. I can't even look at his stupid face."
"Well, all right," Lenora replied. "I thought talking to him would help, but obviously not."
"Thanks for your help," Savannah said to Lenora and James. "But I really don't think we're getting anywhere."
"Sorry we couldn't be more help," Lenora apologized.
"And remember, if Putnam actually does do something I can arrest hm for, don't hesitate to let me know," James told her.
After leaving Lenora and James', Savannah came to a decision: if the law wasn't gonna get her vengeance, she'd have to get it herself. She zapped herself to Jonathan's and knocked on the door. When Jonathan opened it, his eyes lit up. "Oh, darling, come in!" He cried. "I've been trying to call you forever to tell you how sorry I am, but you won't answer the phone."
"Shouldn't that be a message to you?" Savannah asked coldly.
"Look," Jonathan told her. "I know you're mad at me, but you have no idea how much I've been hurting since you moved in with your father."
"Oh, shut up!" Savannah shouted. "Do not take my pain over a miscarriage you caused and make it all about you! Cause it's not! It's about me, and the fact that I want to start a family but can't cause you're too chicken!"
"If you'll just give me a few years..." Jonathan began.
"'A few years'?" Savannah asked incredulously. "Say that I do that. What are you gonna tell me a few years from now? That you want a few more years? I've had it. And now I'm gonna be as selfish and greedy as you. You took a life, and now I'm taking yours!" Then, she pounced on him, sinking her fangs into his neck. But she didn't kill him. Far from it. She just left him bleeding in the doorway after calling his mother to tell her that he had an accident, was hurt, and needed to go to the hospital.
"Hey Dad, you know French, right?" King asked his father.
"Of course," Mikael nodded. "Why?"
"Well, Vivi always mutters to herself in French when she's mad at me, cause she thinks I can't understand a word she says. I want to show her that I do."
"Well, you should with all those French lessons your mother made you take," Mikael scoffed. "That private tutor cost me an arm and a leg!"
"She's in the bathroom now, the one that's right next to us," King replied. "Let's have a conversation that she'll understand, all right?"
"Just how fluent is she?" Mikael asked.
"Very," King replied. "So just talk."
As Vivi headed out of the bathroom, she heard King say "Nous parlons en français et Vivian ne suspecte rien du tout." Then he burst out laughing.
Mikael followed up with "Je suis fier de toi mon fils. Tu es avec elle juste pour son "look" et non pas pour son intelligence."
This made Vivi frown. She wanted to smack him. King's response was a little better, but not entirely: "Elle peut être intelligente quand elle le veut, mais elle peut aussi être une vrai pierre dans ton soulier."
"Oh, my god!" Vivi stormed up to them and smacked King. "Why didn't you tell me you could speak French? And if anyone être une vrai pierre dans ton soulier, it's VOUS!"
"Well I would never get to hear you call me handsome if I did that, right?" King winked. "And I DID say you were smart."
"That doesn't compensate for the fact that you made me feel like a moron," Vivi replied. "I think you owe me an apology!"
King gave his father a long look, then shook his head at Vivi. "I never apologize," he said and strode away while Mikael gave her a smug look. She ran after King and trapped him in his room. "That's a lie!" She said. "You apologize to me all the time when your dad isn't here. It's only when he's around that you act like a big jerk."
"Well, you just don't understand cause you're a girl," King replied. "But my father has certain expectations of me, and if I get soft, I have to hear a lecture."
"Lectures are just words," Vivi replied. "They don't mean anything. Grow up!"
"If words don't mean anything, then why did you get so upset when I didn't apologize?" King asked. "'I'm sorry' are words too, you know."
Vivi sighed. "If you had to chose between being mean for your father and being nice for me, which one would you pick? Me or him?"
"Oh, don't make me do that!" King replied. "Let's just go to bed and whatever you're feeling will go away."
"No, it won't!" Vivi shook her head. "You can't just use sex to make what I'm feeling disappear! King, I love you and I wanna be with you, but I won't play second fiddle to your father. And since you seem to have picked him, then I'll just let you have your way. When you finally find it in yourself to make the right decision, you know my number."
"What?" King asked. "You mean, you're really serious?"
"Yeah, I am," Vivi replied. "I need to be with someone who will put me first, and that someone is, at the moment, not you. Goodbye." She left, slammed the door, and King collapsed on his bed, trying to feel nonchalant about Vivi leaving, or see it in a good light. But he couldn't. Not at all.
"Do you feel better now that you've met Declan?" Regina asked her father.
"Yes, I do," Kol replied. "It was really a nice surprise."
"So the boy Regina is interested in knows your grandfather?" Regina asked. "I didn't even know you had any grandparents still living."
"Well, he's my mother's father, so he's a warlock, you know," Kol replied.
"I wanna meet him," Margot said. "Can we have him over sometime? And that Declan boy too?"
To her surprise, there was a knock at the door a second later, and soon Kol was ushering Doctor Vladimir and Declan into the house.
"You have a lovely home," Declan said as he looked around.
"Thank you," Regina replied. "Can I get either of you something?"
"No thanks," both their guests said at the same time.
"So, you must be Margot," Doctor Vladimir looked her over. "You're as beautiful as Kol said you were, and as charming as your daughter."
This compliment made Margot laugh. "Oh, go on!" She said.
"No, I mean it," Doctor Vladimir insisted.
"You know, it's the funniest thing," Margot smiled. "We were just talking about the two of you right before you showed up. How weird is that?"
"Very," Declan smiled. "What a strange coincidence."
"Am I correct in thinking you have some reservations about your daughter being interested in my son?" Doctor Vladimir asked Margot. "Cause I can address any concerns you might have."
"Before I knew that he was associated with you," Margot began, "I was just concerned about Regina dating a stranger, but now that I know that he's with you and that he's nice, you won't have to worry about me interfering."
"Well, that's very good to hear," Doctor Vladimir smiled. "A very good thing." Then he looked at Declan. "Isn't it son?"
"Yes," Declan nodded, thinking of all the doctor's plans for Regina that could now continue without fear of interruption from her parents. "It's a good thing indeed."