Elijah woke up from a nightmare he'd had of killing Tatia, the original doppelganger that he and Klaus had both loved 1,000 years ago, only to find that he was still chained by his wrists in a crypt, and was confused as to what had just happened to him. He mustered up all of his strength and yanked on the chains that held him as hard as he could to free himself, but it was useless.
A moment later, Esther walked in, drinking a cup of tea calmly.
"Have you forgotten where you are, son? Save your strength. My chains don't break so easily," Esther told him. She then pointed above his head, where a large poppet hung from the rafters, magically fortified so that they couldn't be broken. "Having sweet dreams?"
Elijah lunged for her, but the restraints wouldn't allow him to get any closer.
"Get out of my head," he demanded of her.
Esther smirked.
"I'm not in your head, dear. You were screaming."
Elijah glared at her, but Esther remained unbothered by his aggression towards her.
"Go ahead, get your bearings. We have much to discuss," she added, before leaving, and Elijah tried once more to break the chains.
A while later, Esther returned to the crypt, where she continued to talk to Elijah.
"Who were you dreaming about ripping apart when you woke earlier? Was it Katherine? Or, was it someone else?"
Elijah aggressively lunged for her again, but still couldn't get any closer.
"Oh, stop fighting, Elijah! I brought you here to listen, and you're not going anywhere until I've said my peace."
"So speak," Elijah furiously replied.
"I want you to rejoin our family, but as a witch. I want you to leave behind the grotesque savage vampirism has made of you. Take the body of a mortal, and we can all be happy again. Start over."
"You do know you're entirely demented, don't you?" Elijah replied.
Esther chuckled at that.
"Am I? I'm not the one who pulls the wings off of every beautiful butterfly that he finds."
Elijah continued to try to break the chains.
"Like the woman who flits across the edge of your nightmare."
"Let me go. Now," Elijah angrily demanded. Then he vamped out.
Esther, unfazed, said, "Hmm. How quickly you slip back into your more savage self."
Elijah was stunned into silence by her response, and he looked almost ashamed as his vampire face disappeared.
"The moral son I raised is now but a mask worn to hide ancient demons," Esther added to him.
"You know nothing."
"See, that's where you're wrong. I know more about the secrets you carry than you do. Shall I list them? I can begin with the first little butterfly you destroyed. The sweet, young window from our village who caught your eye when you were still human. You remember her. How could you forget the first girl to ever steal your heart? She of mystical blood, the doppelganger, Tatia."
"I did nothing but love that woman until the day you took her life," he replied.
Esther gave a smile.
"I know that's what you believe...which is precisely why you are here." She picked up a candle from the table and held it in front of Elijah's face. "I need to show you the monster you really are. When I do, you will beg for salvation, and happily I shall provide it." Esther then cast a spell on the candle.
*Flashback- 11th Century*
A celebration was underway in the Mikaelsons' village, where meat was being cooked over bonfires and villagers were dancing around together, wearing festive masks. Nearby, Elijah and Esther, in her original body, watched as Tatia, wearing a forest green dress and matching mask, danced around the fire.
"It was Samhain, when we danced and killed the best of our livestock to appease the gods for a new season," present Esther said, as Tatia, in the flashback, lifted up her mask so she could smile at Elijah before Klaus grabbed her by the arm and spun her around toward him. "All women envied her. All men wanted her. But, she only had eyes for one." In the flashback, Klaus kissed Tatia passionately, while Elijah watched sadly from the sidelines. Klaus and Tatia began to dance, but Tatia stopped when she saw that Elijah was no longer watching her. Instead, Elijah walked over to a nearby pig pen, where he affectionately petted and fed one of the pigs. After a moment, Tatia joined him.
"Do not tell me you came to save Loki the pig from his fate?" Tatia asked, amused.
Elijah in the flashback, rose to his feet and turned to face her, his expression somber.
"No. I'm afraid Loki the pig's fate is to be food."
Tatia looked at him sympathetically, and Elijah sadly smiled.
"Just as you are fated to love another," Elijah added after a moment.
"And you?" Tatia inquired after a moment of pause. "Fated to watch from the shadows? The noble martyr?"
Elijah just disappointingly stared at her.
"Fate does not dictate my heart, Elijah," Tatia told him. She paced in front of him. "I was fated to throw myself on a pyre after my husband died in battle, but I did not. I chose to live. And, I chose to give my heart once more. To someone strong, protective, fierce, and yet noble, and gentle." She caressed his face with her hand, and Elijah took it in his own. "I choose you, Elijah." She then pulled away, giggling, before Elijah could kiss her. "And you choose to have our first kiss where your mother slaughters the pigs? Not very romantic."
Elijah gently took her head and pulled her close to him for a kiss, and they made out passionately for a few moments, before he pulled away.
"Perhaps we should set Loki the pig free? It seems one's fate can change, after all," Elijah said, before they continued to kiss.
*End of Flashback*
*Present Day*
Esther blew out her candle, bringing Elijah out of the flashback. He stumbled, as he tried to regain his bearings.
"But, that was just the beginning. A brief moment of happiness. That is how it always begins. A butterfly lands upon your finger, unaware that it will lead to her tragic end."
"Her tragic end came when you drained her body of blood," Elijah replied, which made Esther close her eyes and sigh in frustration. "All for a spell to smother the wolf within Niklaus, if my memory serves."
"Actually, Elijah, your memory doesn't serve you at all. You just don't realize it yet." She caressed Elijah's face. "But, by the time we are done here, you will."
Elijah jerked away from her hand and glared at her angrily.
Kol inside of a witch named Kaleb and Cami were checking on Davina, who was still out cold from falling and hitting her head, while Klaus watched from the doorway with the white oak stake in his hand.
"We should get her to a hospital," Cami worriedly said.
Kol noticed Klaus standing in the doorway. When he spoke to him though, he didn't fully conceal his identity, despite trying to act like they were strangers, saying as he looked at him, "Oh. Hello, darling. Back to huff and puff and blow the house down?"
"You know, it's funny how often a person's sharp tongue can end up cutting their own throat," Klaus unamusingly replied.
Cami sighed in frustration.
"Klaus, he's just a kid. Give him a break."
"Yeah, she's right. You know, you may want to try a bit of lavender under your pillow. Does wonders for stuck-up pillocks with anger issues."
Cami groaned in annoyance.
"Hey! Shut it."
"I promised not to kill Davina. I said nothing of this insolent sod," Klaus replied.
Kol smirked at him, while Cami got up and led Klaus outside.
"Klaus, come on."
Klaus continued to stare suspiciously at him, as Cami pulled him onto the porch.
"A minute ago, you had the opportunity to kill your father with this thing, and you didn't. You're not going to kill this kid with it, either!"
Klaus looked into the cabin and watched him still tending to Davina.
Klaus sighed.
"Fine."
Cami was relieved.
"Thank you."
Klaus reluctantly handed her the white oak stake, along with the keys to the SUV.
"Go get the car. Let's take her to the hospital."
Cami smiled at him, before she left.
Klaus walked back into the cabin, having realized who Kaleb really was, as Kol continued to check on Davina.
"You've got a way with words," Klaus commented.
"Well, I've traveled."
Kol stood and walked over to Klaus so they could speak face-to-face.
"You seem to have crossed continents to order to weasel your way into Davina's good graces, thereby meddling in my family business." Klaus smiled. "Strange, isn't it?"
Kol smirked, but said nothing, which confirmed Klaus' suspicions.
"Unless it's your family business. You know, ever since my mother and Finn, I was wondering when you might make an appearance, Kol."
Kol was amused with Klaus figuring it out, and laughed as he bowed dramatically to him, saying, "Then the jig is up!"
Klaus smiled as though he was pleased to see him.
"Hello, brother!" Kol greeted.
"It's not that I begrudge you hitching a ride back to the land of the living. It's just that you're making all the wrong friends, brother. And, I have half a mind to show you how wrong you are."
Kol continued to smirk, as he leaned in to whisper to Klaus, saying, "But you're not going to do that, are you? Because your little blonde friend told you to leave me alone." Then, when Klaus chuckled at that, Kol added, "I'm curious, does she take one of those little baggies out when she takes you for a walk?"
Klaus became annoyed, and raised his voice so Cami could hear him.
"Cami? I changed my mind. I am going to kill him after all."
Kol smirked at him, but when Cami didn't reply, Klaus got worried and walked toward the car.
"Cami?" Klaus asked, concerned.
Klaus walked to the driveway, where he found the driver's side door of his SUV open, its window smeared with blood. Furious, Klaus rushed around to the trunk, which was open and empty. Klaus realized then that Mikael took Cami. He then paced around in the yard while he called Elijah, leaving him a voicemail.
"Elijah, where are you? Mikael is loose with the stake, and Cami is a hostage, and I am weaponless and in need of reinforcement. Urgently." He then hung up and returned to the cabin, where Kol was rocking in a rocking chair. "Wake her up," Klaus said impatiently. "Tell her to get Mikael back here, now."
"Well, let me—let me think about that." He tapped his chin thoughtfully for a moment, before telling him, "No!" Klaus looked at him furiously, but Kol played it cool like he always did. "In fact, you should probably get going, Nik. Mikaelson, he's probably jonesing for a restorative snack about now. It's be a shame to find—uh, Cami, is it?—nothing more than a bloodless husk."
Klaus angrily told him, "We're not don here, you and I," before vamp-speeding away to go find Cami.
Kol got up and put a pillow under Davina's head and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear as he whispered, "It'd be really useful if you woke up about now. I kicked a few familial hornets' nests, and we really need to scarper." Then, a moment later, his phone went off, which was Finn, so he silenced it before putting it back in his pocket. Then his nose began to bleed, but he wiped the blood away as his phone rang. He then reluctantly walked out onto the porch and answered it.
"Did you have to do that?" Kol inquired of him.
"I despise voicemail. Do you have the white oak stake?"
Kol anxiously looked around to make sure he wasn't being overheard, before he told him, "Hit a bit of a snag, truthfully."
Finn chuckled.
"Is that what you would like me to pass along?"
"Tell her that I've got everything under control. I'm keeping an eye on Davina. She's working on a spell to unlink her mates from Klaus' sire line so that she can kill him without them dying, too. I'm sure the stake will come back into play when she's ready."
"How close is she to completing the spell?"
"Well, she's joined Mother's linking and sire-bond spells in reverse. It's quite clever, really."
Finn was clearly intrigued, as he replied, saying, "What's she using as a binder?"
"I'm not sure. I'm still trying to work that one out."
"Work harder. Mother needs Klaus alive and connected. So, may I suggest that if you can't find that stake, you either kill that girl's spell or you kill the girl."
Kol was frustrated at that, making a face, and hung up on Finn. He didn't want to kill Davina, considering he'd begun to care about her.
Mikael drug a terrified Cami away from the cabin through the woods near the Bayou.
"Klaus will find you!"
"Oh, he will. But, I will be ready," Mikael replied to her.
"How? I've seen the kind of pain that blade causes."
"I have fought more pain than anyone, living or dead," Mikael informed her, as he clutched Papa Tunde's blade in one hand. "But, once I feed, I shall be restored."
Cami tried to run away, but he kept her arm in his grip and sighed impatiently.
"Not you." He held the blade against her neck. "You, my dear, are leverage. Once I threaten to dismember you in front of him, Klaus will hesitate. And, in that moment of weakness, I shall end him."
"This is crazy! The two of you, going round and round trying to kill each other? You're obsessing over the death of someone whose fatal flaw is that he was fathered by another guy!"
"Hush!" Mikael yelled at her, enraged. "You are the enabler of the weak! No wonder he seeks your company." He paused, but didn't let go of Cami. He then said happily, "I heard music. And, where there's music, there's food." He drug her farther through the woods, where they came upon a group of several dozen people, all of whom were wearing various Halloween masks and partying around a large bonfire. Mikael grabbed Cami by the head and forced her to look at them. "Well, well, well, well...What have we here?" He paused. "Hillbilly Halloween. Oh, perfect." He drug Cami toward the crowd.
Back at the cabin, while Davina was still out cold, Kol looked around at Davina's notes on the spell she was creating, which was when he found a root pinned to a page and took it down to look at it.
"You used Kandahar root as a binder," he muttered. "Now, where'd you find that?" He gripped the root and closed his eyes to cast a spell on it. As he quietly whispered the spell, the root began to turn black as if it was dying. Then, when he heard that she was awake, he came out and sat down across from her to check on her.
"What happened?" Davina weakly asked.
"Davina, you're awake! I was starting to freak out, are you okay?"
As Davina sat up, she groaned as she rubbed the back of her head. "My head..." Then she remembered what happened before she was knocked out and started to panic. Then she turned to him frantically.
"Klaus?"
"Angry bloke with the deadly aim? Yeah, he smashed the place up, and then he left," he replied.
"Where'd he go?" Davina asked him.
"To hunt down your pet-serial-killer-friend. Listen, not to be Mr. Judgmental here, but I'm starting to question the company that you keep."
Davina began to pace around the room and then asked, "The white oak stake?"
"It's gone, I'm afraid. The serial-killer took it."
Davina became overwhelmed by the news and grabbed her bracelet to summon Mikael.
"Mikael? Mikael? Mikael?" Then, when nothing happened, she became frantic. "Why isn't this working?"
"Sit down, alright?" he replied, leading her back to the chair, since he didn't yet want to let her know who he really was. "You were out for quite a long time. Maybe that's got something to do with it." He poured her a glass of water from a pitcher. "Here, have some water."
"No, you don't understand! If Mikael's free, he can kill Klaus, and then my friends die, too!"
"Well, if I understand all this, Mikael's been trying to kill Klaus for eons. How are you going to stop him?"
Davina thought about his question for a few moments, before shaking her head.
"I'm not. I need to finish my spell, now.
The former vampiress entered Marcel's loft, who she saw was pouring himself a drink at his bar.
"So, those werewolf kids you helped get out of the Quarter made it to the safe house up north." She smiled at him because of the news.
"Great! My good deed for the decade," Marcel replied, happy at the news. He then handed her a drink.
Kat held up her hand, declining the drink.
"No. I'm good. Maybe the vampires and wolves can work together, after all," she told him.
Marcel smiled.
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend!" he said, before casually sipping his drink.
"Anyways, thanks...for helping."
Marcel shook his head.
"Don't thank me. Thank Elijah."
"I would have, but I can't get a hold of him. I went to the compound, thinking he'd be there," she told him, worried for Elijah now.
"Really? I thought you always have tabs on him?" Marcel replied, surprised.
"I mean, we haven't really been on the best terms lately. He wouldn't just disappear, though," Kat added, now starting to wonder if Elijah had gotten ambushed or something.
"Uh, last I knew, he was gonna keep the wolves distracted. Your boy Oliver was gonna help," Marcel informed her.
"I couldn't track down Oliver, either," she informed him.
Marcel frowned in sudden concern.
"If they're both missing...," she began, realizing that Elijah was in danger. She then turned around to leave.
"Where you goin'?" Marcel asked, exasperated.
"To find them."
"Not on your own, you're not," Marcel said, before setting down his drink and going after her, as she walked out of the loft.
Elijah was still under Esther's sleeping spell, as Esther entered the crypt she still had Elijah restrained in.
"You're hungry, aren't you? It's been hours since you fed. What an awful thing, to feed upon the blood of others. For this, I blame myself. And your father. We tried to make you children strong. But, instead, we cursed you all," she said.
*Flashback- 11th Century*
It was a beautiful day, the morning after Klaus had triggered his werewolf gene. Klaus sat in the forest, naked, covered in blood, and surrounded by the dismembered corpses of several men that he'd killed while in his wolf form the night before. It didn't take long for Elijah to find him, though. Elijah wasn't like Mikael, though. Instead of being angry, he looked at him with sympathy.
"Brother?" Elijah said.
Elijah handed Klaus fresh clothes, which Klaus took, but didn't move to get dressed. Instead, Klaus became more overwhelmed by everything that had happened to him.
"What am I...? How many...?"
"Six," Elijah replied.
Klaus covered his face with his hands in horror and disgust at himself.
"You slaughtered six villagers, brother. You tore them apart as though they were nothing at all," Elijah informed him, as he helped Klaus to his feet.
"Brother, what have I become?"
"You seem like the wolves in the village, cursed to turn when the moon is full," Elijah informed him. He then pulled Klaus into a comforting hug and told him quietly, "Listen to me. Father is beside himself with rage. It seems this...affliction...can only be passed by a certain kind of conception—"
"And do our siblings share this affliction? Do you share this affliction?" Klaus wanted to know.
Elijah shook his head.
"No. I don't."
"He is not my father, is he?" Klaus inquired.
Elijah placed a hand on the back of Klaus' head to force him to look at him.
"You listen to me. This changes nothing. For any of us. We are here for you, as we shall be always."
Suddenly, they heard the sound of someone approaching, only to see Tatia. When Tatia saw that Klaus was covered in blood and bodies were everywhere, she was frightened so much that she ran off, but Elijah followed after her to explain.
"Tatia! Tatia? Tatia!"
*End of flashback*
*Present*
Elijah glared at Esther after waking up from the sleeping spell.
"I fail to see your point, here. I compelled Tatia to forget what she saw, and she did."
"You'd only been a vampire for a few days. You hadn't yet learned compulsion," Esther informed him.
Elijah shook his head, not believing her.
"No. I remember that. Clearly."
"Do you? You thought there were still lines you wouldn't cross."
Elijah looked at her, distraught by the thought of what she was suggesting.
"People you wouldn't hurt. Things you wouldn't do. But, you're wrong. That is what I'm here to show you," she continued.
*Flashback- 11th Century*
Elijah continued to chase after Tatia through the woods after she found Klaus and Elijah surrounded by bodies and fled the scene. She eventually tripped on an exposed tree root and fell on the ground, allowing Elijah to finally catch up to her.
"Tatia! Tatia! Tatia! Wait! Wait," Elijah called.
Tatia scrambled to her feet and started to back away from him in fear, and Elijah put up his hands to show her that he didn't mean her harm.
"Stay away from me," she commanded him.
"I won't hurt you!" he assured her.
"What have you become?" she asked, still afraid.
"I'm what I've always been! I'm the one who loves you."
She shook her head, still scared by him and his new supernatural identity.
*End of flashback*
*Present*
"You knew how special she was! I always thought you would protect her. That she would be your wife, that one day I might call her daughter! Instead—," she continued, but Elijah cut her off.
"I didn't hurt her!" Elijah yelled at her.
"You've taught yourself to hide from who and what you are for a thousand years!" she replied.
Elijah angrily yanked on his chains in an effort to lunge at her.
"I did not hurt Tatia! I could not," he replied.
"But you did!" she told him.
*Flashback- 11th Century*
Tatia continued to look at Elijah in fear and horror, as Elijah continued to try to ease her fear, but was hurt by her being afraid of him.
"Your mother asked for my blood. She said nothing of the dark magic that would turn you into a monster!"
"Look at me, I'm not a monst—," he began, but then smelled the blood from when she'd gotten cut on her hand by tripping over the root. He tried to resist as hard as he could , but his vampire face came out. He breathed deeply to try to control himself, and it eventually faded away. "Tatia..."
*Present*
Esther put hands on either side of his head, forcing him to look at her.
"Oh, my beautiful boy. No more hiding. It is time, now, for you to remember it all."
*Flashback- 11th Century*
Tatia became more frightened again and slapped Elijah across the face in hope of protecting herself.
"I said I will not hurt you. I don't want to—," he began, but despite his best efforts, the scent of her blood caused his vampire face to come out again, and Tatia backed away at the sight of his vampire face again.
"Elijah...?"
Elijah mustered up all of his willpower to try to hold himself back from feeding on her.
"Run!" he told her.
Tatia backed away and turned to run as fast as she could, but Elijah's efforts failed him, and he was unable to stop himself from chasing after her.
*End of flashback*
*Present*
"You didn't want to hurt her. You loved her," Esther said.
*Flashback- 11th Century*
Elijah grabbed hold of Tatia and pulled her head back by the hair in order to expose her neck, as Tatia struggled against his grip.
*End of flashback*
*Present*
"But, you couldn't fight what you had become. What I had turned you into!" Esther continued.
*Flashback- 11th Century*
Elijah bit into the side of Tatia's neck, viciously feeding on her as she screamed in pain.
*Present*
"A predator. And she became your prey!" Esther continued some more.
Elijah yanked himself out of her grasp and glared at her.
"This was you. You murdered her for her blood. And then, you used it to cripple Klaus for centuries," he replied.
Esther just looked at him, as Elijah stepped backward and continued to pull on his chains.
"I won't listen to another word," Elijah added.
"You don't have to listen, son. All you have to do is remember."
Klaus made it to where Cami and Mikael had stopped earlier, only to find a smear of blood on a nearby tree and followed it, which led him to the "Hillbilly Halloween" bonfire as Mikael had called it earlier. When he got there, he found all of the party-goers standing completely still and silent in their masks, compelled by Mikael to speak for him.
"Did you honestly think to hold me with a blade forged from pain?" the first one questioned.
"Unlike the weak, unlike you, I gain strength from pain!" the second one said.
"Soon, you will know the taste of white oak, as it pierces your heart," the first one said.
Klaus was amused.
"It's very clever, Mikael! Compelling the locals to say to my face what you dare not? Enjoy the theatrics! They only delate the inevitable."
The second one attacked Klaus, but he easily disarmed and killed him. Then the other compelled guests quickly followed, and Klaus quickly killed them, as well.
Davina was pouring over the notes she had pinned to the wall, while Kol looked through other notes nearby.
"Um, perhaps we should hold off on this...," he said.
Davina turned back to him and gave him a hard look.
"No, I have everything I need! Combine a knotting spell with a sire-bond spell." She looked through her things again. "I just have to combine them the right way..."
"And do them in reverse. That's pretty advanced for a wee girl like you," he praised.
Davina snatched the page he was holding out of his hand and gave him a look.
"You know, I can give you a list of people who have underestimated me," she said, which rewarded her with a smirk of amusement from him. "Not one of them has done it a second time."
"Well, perhaps I should help you. I'm pretty good at stuff like this," he offered.
"I don't think so. It's not just saying the spells backwards, it's changing the verb tense into—," she began, but he cut her off.
"Nemo unus animabus carnem et sanguinem de ista duo," he chanted, before saying, "Like I said, I'm good at what I do. It's never paid to underestimate me, either."
"Okay. Let's do this," she agreed.
Davina led him into the next room, where he watched her with a smile.
Mikael drug a struggling Cami into a run-down warehouse.
"I used to try to convince Klaus there was there good in everyone, that you really did care about him, deep inside, once," she informed him. He threw her onto the floor, but she continued. "He told me I was naïve, that I could never fathom how deep your hatred ran."
"I didn't always hate him. When Klaus was born, I was overjoyed. I thought, This one—this one has the eyes of a warrior. He will be worthy. But, my hope was short-lived. And, when I found out that he wasn't really my son, my relief was GLORIOUS. But, that passed with the knowledge that he was begat of a beast."
"His mother's infidelity was not his fault!" she yelled at him.
"Everything that followed was because of Niklaus' obsession with the wolves! He ventured out to watch them turn under the full moon, and he took my youngest son, Henrik. He was but a child, and he was torn apart."
"It was an accident!"
"An accident?" he inquired, enraged. "AN ACCIDENT? HE MURDERED MY WIFE! HIS OWN MOTHER! Who sought to cleanse him of his beast-like nature! He betrayed me. He turned my entire family against me! And yet, you defend him?"
Cami got angry enough that she stood so she could look at him, on her feet.
"I have desperately tried to convince him not to kill you! That the bloodshed in your family does not have to be an endless cycle! And, after centuries on this earth, do you really not see that all of your violence is POINTLESS?"
"Let me hazard a guess—you are one of these alienists, right?" he said, laughing.
"We're called therapists these days, and, to be honest, you could do with some couch time," she replied.
"Actually, my dear, since—" He winced in pain as he moved toward her. "—my wound does not appear to be healing, what I could do with right now is some food."
Cami backed away from him in fear.
"You—you said you wouldn't!"
Mikael smiled.
"Yes, I did, didn't I? And although the blood of a full belly makes for good fodder—" He vamped out. "—in times of need, even the devil eats flies." He hissed and bit down on her neck, as Cami screamed in terror and pain.
Klaus had just finished feeding on the recently dead party-goers, when his phone rang.
"Um, I'm a tad busy. What is it, Katerina?"
"Something has happened to Elijah. He was supposed to be our decoy last night, and now he's vanished. There's blood everywhere. There's a trail. I need you to help us track it."
"Well, as much as I might like to help you find my brother, I have more pressing matters at the moment."
"What's more important than your own brother?" she dared to ask.
"My life? Davina had Mikael on a magical leash, and it broke. Now Mikael had Tunde's blade, the white oak stake, and Cami. I'm gonna get her back. And then, I'm gonna end this. Either Mikael or I will be ash by day's end. And, if you do find my brother, please, tell him I could do with a hand?" he said, before hanging up.
Davina and Kol were still at the cabin.
When she touched his arm and got a vision of who he really was, she let go of him angry, and they threw magic at each other until he gave up. Then they reached a connection and she decided to still work with him, once he told her that he had just as much right to hate them as she did.
Elijah was still chained up in a crypt, while Esther continued to talk to him.
"You're distorting my memories! It was you who killed Tatia!" he yelled at her.
"Oh, I used her blood to bind the spell that suppressed Niklaus' werewolf aspect. But, by the time you brought her to me, she was already dead."
"You can't rewrite history!" he replied.
"No. I cannot. And I did not. Not until I had your consent," she informed him. "When you became yourself again, you brought her to me. But, too late. I told you you were a good son, to let me take care of it. That I could help make it all go away. And then, I said to you, You will not suffer from this memory, or be tormented from the guilt of your misdeed. What goes behind that door shall stay there and be forgotten. I told you to clean yourself up. That if you were clean, no one would know what you are or what you'd done. And you did exactly that...and more. You created a place in your mind to put your victims. You began to believe that as long as your suit was immaculate and your hands clean, you could look in the mirror and tell yourself it's all okay. No one need know what's behind that red door. But, a thousand years is a long time, Elijah. And a place meant to hold one unforgivable sin is now full to bursting with your most monstrous deeds."
"STOP!" Elijah shouted at her.
"How long before it's your beloved Katherine's corpse behind that door?" she inquired.
"Stop," he whispered to her.
"You must be afraid of that—that loving you will destroy her! As it destroyed Celeste. Tatia. Take my offer. Both of you. In new bodies, you will be alive again! You could give her a child, to replace the one she lost."
"You will not break me," he told her, determined.
"Oh, you are already broken, my dear boy, but not beyond repair. I am here to fix you. I am here to fix you all."
When Klaus finally entered the warehouse, he found the aftermath. Mikael had clearly fed on her enough that she was quite weak from blood loss. If Mikael didn't have the blade against her neck, she would've been on the floor by now. This angered Klaus.
"You're gonna pay for hurting her," he told Mikael.
Mikael let her go and she fell to the floor, which made Klaus concerned.
"Aw, how sweet. The cur whines for its bitch," Mikael commented. He held Papa Tunde's blade in one hand, and the white oak stake in the other. "I'll be sure to drain the rest of her right in front of your eyes, just before you burn."
Klaus lunged at Mikael. Then the fight began.
Because of the phone call that Kat had had with Klaus, she'd decided to hold off on finding Elijah, so she asked Marcel to continue the search without her. Then, after a while, she finally found where they were, which was when she heard Davina and a witch chanting something. Then, when she entered the warehouse, she saw Cami on the floor, bitten, and Mikael and Klaus fighting over the white oak stake.
As she briskly walked towards them, she saw the tables turn, seeing Mikael get the upper hand and the stake start to go into Klaus, making his start to desiccate.
"No!" she yelled, making Mikael notice her. Then she magically tossed against a wall. Then she knelt by him and used all of the human strength she could, and pulled it out of him. Then, to save him, she used the pointy part of the stake to cut her wrist, before put it to his lips, making her blood go down his throat. As she did so, she used magic to keep Mikael against a wall, despite him fighting her. Then, when she knew that Klaus had had enough, she took her wrist away.
A moment later, Klaus woke up to see Katerina by him and Mikael magically against a wall because of her. He then got to his feet, as did she, and grabbed the abandoned white oak stake.
"Let's finish this," Klaus stated.
"Gladly," Kat said, letting Mikael go. Then, as they continued to fight, Kat went over to Cami to see if she was going to be okay. "Cami?" she called to try and wake her up.
Eventually, Mikael gave up trying since he was outnumbered since Marcel had decided to come to help, and Mikael left the warehouse.
Klaus and Marcel approached where Kat was, and Kat got to her feet.
"A little vampire blood and I think she'll be okay," she replied. Then she headed out of the warehouse, only to see who she figured was probably Kol in a witch's body due to the way with words against a fence, having been thrown, and Mikael feeding on Davina. So, not wanting anything to happen to her, she threw Mikael off of her magically, before rushing to Davina's side on the ground. "Davina, can you hear me?" she called. Then, even though she hadn't called for any assistance, Kat saw Marcel rush over, so Kat let him heal and take care of Davina. Then, when she looked for Mikael, she saw that he was gone and that Kaleb whom she assumed Kol was inside of was on his feet and okay. So, since he was okay, she went back inside the warehouse.
Klaus was a little weak, but had at least most of his strength back thanks to her. Kaleb had been told to get Cami home, so he had. Now, it was just Klaus and Kat.
Kat approached and stood in front of the hybrid she'd had to save.
"You pulled the stake out in the nick of time. A moment longer, and I would have been done for," Klaus said, grateful for her help.
"Well, you're not who you used to be anymore. Not fully, anyway. I wouldn't wish you dead anymore."
"You know, in a thousand years, I think it's the first time I've seen him run," he commented to her.
"He's still weak. You are somewhat too, considering your near death experience. Plus, he was outmatched. But Klaus? We have another problem," she replied.
Elijah was still weakly hanging by his wrists in the crypt, kneeling on the floor, getting ever weaker as Esther continued to taunt him.
"No more," Elijah said.
"I'm afraid we've just begun. You will hang here, remembering. Every atrocity you've hid behind that door will emerge to haunt you. And, as you grow weaker, you will be ripped of your strength, your will, your hope. And, as you rot here, alone, you will consider my offer. A new life. A way to be freed of your demons. A chance at peace," Esther told him.
A while later, Finn was knelt in front of a sleeping Elijah, waving a hand in front of his face.
"What'd you do to him?" Finn asked.
"I let him dream," she informed him.
"That's...considerate of you," Finn replied, before patting Elijah's shoulder and standing up to join Esther at the table.
"I cannot lead him out of darkness by simply exposing him to the horrors of his past. I have to let him bask in his version of a better world to come," she told him. "And by the time he wakes, he will know the only way to find peace is my way."
