Elijah was dreaming that he was a teenager, chasing a young Klaus through the woods.

"You cannot catch me, Elijah!" Klaus said.

"You're getting faster, Klaus, but you are not yet fast enough!" Elijah replied.

Klaus giggled as he continued to run through the forest.

Suddenly, Klaus disappeared, and Elijah stopped in the middle of a small clearing.

"Klaus? Niklaus?" Elijah called.

Younger Elijah looked around him until he saw present-day Elijah, face and suit splattered in blood, as thunder and lightning cracked around in the sky.

"There you are," present-day Elijah said, approaching him. "Do you understand? One day, only a monster shall remain."

Elijah still lay on his bed in the compound, still asleep like he had been when he'd been rescued, sweating now, Klaus standing at his bedside.

"I know you are locked in battle, however deep in your mind our mother has set the stage. Hear my voice. Our mother thinks she will win because she has left you alone, but you are not alone. Let me in." He rested a hand on his forehead and another hand on his chest, hoping Elijah would let him inside of his head. "Let me help end whatever torment she has forced upon you," he added, before getting a glimpse of the dreams Elijah had been having.

Kat watched Klaus try to enter his mind, as she stood at the threshold to Elijah's room in silence, worried about whatever Elijah was going through.

When Klaus stopped trying to enter his mind, she finally approached to stand by the hybrid.

"I'm trying to enter Elijah's thoughts to wake him, but Esther's locked me out," he told her.

She looked at Elijah, which was when she saw a flower petal-shaped rash on his neck.

"Is this a side effect of the spell?" she inquired of Klaus, having never seen anything like it before.

Klaus frowned and examined it more carefully, recognizing it.

"I haven't seen this since I was a child. Mikael would return home from battle more blindly temperamental than usual, and our mother would use the petals of a rare merlock orchid to put him to sleep. She would mend his mind with a spell, and then wake him with the roots of the same plant." He looked at his former doppelganger. "If she has access to it now, then maybe it also grows in the Bayou. You stay here and mind the fort." He then added, knowing how much she most likely wanted to punish his mother just like he wanted to and would, "Stay clear of her. She already got to you once. What would happen if Elijah were to wake and find you a victim of her madness?"

"Don't worry. I have no intention of going after her right now. My only concern is Elijah," she assured him, despite being angry at Esther.

Klaus looked at her for a moment, before turning and leaving. Kat then turned back toward Elijah and looked at him, concerned, not liking seeing him like this. She then sat on his bedside. She wouldn't go after their mother, since she'd let that be up to Klaus, but she would go after the one person she loved the most, just as their mother had done to her. She wouldn't leave Elijah alone though, so instead of showing up, she called him.

"What would you say if I asked you to help take down Finn Mikaelson today? He did treat your vampires pretty harshly, so I assume you'd want in on the bloodbath."

"I'd say it's a deal. I'm listening," Marcel replied.

"Great. It's not going to be easy, considering he's surrounded by wolves, but he should have a weakness. Everyone does."

"He does have a weakness. And I have her on speed dial," he replied. "He's got a thing for Cami."

"Get her on the phone then and we'll put this plan into motion," she replied, before hanging up.

Davina was looking into a broken mirror, as she performed a spell at a motel.

Kol walked out of the bathroom, having just showered, and watched Davina's spell beginning to repair the broken mirror. He approached her and leaned in close.

"Still at it?" he questioned.

Davina was startled so much that the mirror cracked in the corner again.

"I'm trying to repair the damage that you did to my de-linking spell!" she told him, annoyed.

"Oh." He looked down at the indestructible white oak stake on the table in front of her, and she snatched it away from him.

"The only reason I'm still shacked up in this dump motel with you is for your freaky witch-encyclopedia brain," she told him.

"Okay. Well, here's a magical secret from the ancient legends of the Romani psychics. Sleep, Davina! You've been awake for days."

Davina started anxiously packing up her things.

"Kind of hard to rest with a thousand-year-old psycho in the next bed."

"You say that, I sound like a bit of a creeper!" he said, and scoffed.

"Can you just stop?" she said, frustrated.

"Stop what, darling?"

"Calling me "darling," and trying to be funny, and—" She got momentarily distracted when she saw that Kol's shirt was open. "That."

Kol smirked and buttoned up his shirt, before walking toward her again.

"Oh! Well, most girls like this. But, then, you're not like most girls, are you?"

"What I'd like is for you to just stop messing around," she informed him.

She continued packing up, and after a moment, Kol stopped her.

"Okay, Davina. Alright. I have been trying to charm you. And your resistance is as impressive as it is baffling. But, there are things that we can do. Big things. I can't share my secrets with you unless we trust each other," he told her.

"I don't care about your secrets, Kaleb. Kol. I don't even know what to call you!"

"Kol Mikaelson. And, if you want to take down Klaus without your friends dying, well, then, you'd be a fool not to listen."

Suddenly, Kol groaned and fell to his knees in pain.

Davina rushed over to him to find that there were symbols burned or carved into his forearm. Norse runes spelled his name, and a triskelion.

"What's happening?" Davina asked him.

"That's Mother Dearest, calling me home."

Esther was in the greenhouse doing the spell that had shown up on Kol, Finn watching her work from across the room.

"Well, you always did know how to leave a message, Mother," Finn commented.

"If only all my sons were as respectful as you are. Kol will return home soon. Elijah will wake from his slumber believing the only way to salvage his humanity is to rejoin our family. Which is why it is time you bring Camille in." She handed him a small bundle of herbs. "Here. I've spelled this to subdue her without causing bodily harm."

"I thought we had more time," he replied.

"We don't. Once Klaus has been duly influenced by his father, we will need to act quickly."

"No, there's no need for this," Finn told her. "I can bring her in without it."

Klaus was wandering around the Bayou, looking for the merlock orchids to awaken Elijah. As he walked through the forest, an unidentified guy stood nearby with a knife in hand. Eventually, Klaus noticed him and vamp-sped to where Ansel had been watching him and pinned him against a tree.

"Stop following me. I have no intention of taking Esther's bargain, and no desire to be remade a mortal being. Now, kindly peeve off. I'm in a hurry to help my real family," he told him, before stomping away, but stopped when Ansel called out to him.

"You seek the merlock orchid."

Klaus turned toward Ansel and looked at him suspiciously.

"How did you know that?"

"I saw you carry Elijah home last night. Who do you think used to find the orchid for your mother to put Mikael to sleep? Without my help, you could search forever."

They stared at each other for a long moment, and Ansel gave a small smile.

"My mother brought you back from the dead. My sense of strategy tells me that it wasn't to play a father-son game of hide and seek."

Klaus once again turned away to search for the flower.

"You can storm off in a fit of stubbornness if you like, but I suggest you do so toward the west."

Ansel gestured to his right, and Klaus stopped for a moment, considering his options with a sigh.

Davina was driving Kol's car while he sat in the passenger seat, wincing as he cradled his injured arm, classical music playing. It was Davina's favorite, but Kol used magic to turn the station to blues music, which made Davina amused. She then leaned over and turned the radio off.

Kol laughed.

"You have any fun with magic, or is it all just angst and child sacrifice with you lot?"

"You were a witch before you were a vampire, right?" Davina asked.

"Yeah. None of my siblings had tapped into their power. I was a bit of a child prodigy! I loved it. I loved the power, I loved the rush…and then, when we turned, I lost it all. Went through a bit of a dark period."

"A thousand years?" she inquired.

"Yeah, well, I'm a thrill-seeker. I couldn't get that from magic anymore, so I looked elsewhere."

"Yeah. Murder, mayhem…"

"Yeah, youthful misadventures! I actually spent quite a lot of time with witches. You know, learning from them, teaching them. Trying to get back what my mother stole from me."

"Is that why she brought you back as a witch?" she wanted to know.

"Well, she felt like this body would be best for the task at hand—spying on the prettiest witch in town!"

Davina laughed.

"I can't believe your mom sent you here to flirt with me."

"Oh, no, she sent me to follow you. The flirting bit was me!"

After a moment of silence, Kol flicked his fingers, turning the radio back on to classical music. Davina smiled at him.

Marcel was at his loft outlining the plan to take down Finn, Aiden and Josh accompanying him, Katherine still at the compound but on the phone listening to them.

"Cami said Vincent wants to meet at Preservation Hall. But, he won't be unprotected," Aiden informed, pointing to different spots on the map. "There will be wolves positioned here and here."

Marcel pointed to a different location on the map.

"Can we keep this alley open?"

Aiden nodded in confirmation.

"Someone can wait in the alley then and rip Vincent's head off," Kat said. Though she knew he'd know how to body jump, she figured it wouldn't be hard to do the same spell on him they'd done on Esther to know who he'd body jump into next.

"Nah, he'll body jump," Marcel replied to her.

Cami entered with a file box in her hands.

"Vincent's head stays on. He'll have a hard time answering questions without it." She opened the box, and the rest of them started to look through it.

"Sweet, it's a big box of dusty old junk. We're saved!" Josh said sarcastically.

Aiden smiled at that, while Marcel started to go through the contents of the box.

Cami laughed.

"They're dark objects my uncle left for me. I've been cataloging them according to Kieran's notes. As far as I can tell, these can be used against witches specifically."

Marcel pulled a pair of shackles attacked to a chain out of the box.

"Ah, I remember these! A hundred years ago, the Human Faction waged a war against the Voodoo Queens. They had a traitor spell these manacles. Slap 'em on a witch, they can't do magic as long as they're on."

He set the shackles back into the box.

"Alright, we're not gonna get the "Handcuffs of Doom" on him while he's surrounded by a werewolf entourage," Josh said.

"We can just lure him away. I can do that," Aiden told them.

"Cami, if we do this, you're the bait. Are you sure you're okay with that?" Kat asked her.

"Make it look convincing. The guy's really smart," Cami said.

Klaus was still wandering around the forest, while Ansel followed behind him.

"A thousand years estranged, and you choose to walk in silence? Surely you have questions for me," Ansel commented.

Klaus sighed.

"Just one—is there a way to cure Elijah without having to listen to the pointless ramblings of an old man?"

"I'm afraid the price of my expertise is conversation."

Ansel patted Klaus affectionately on the back and slipped past him so he could lead him through the woods.

"You know, I used to tell myself that my real father must have had no idea I existed. Otherwise, he'd never leave me to suffer under Mikael."

"Esther forbade me from seeing you. So, I waited, knowing that one day, you would trigger your curse and need your real father. When that happened, Mikael found me first. I fought him for you."

"Yes, well, your grand declaration is just a few years too late."

"Now, you joke, but I know you've always felt a void in your life. I've watched you from beyond for centuries. You've traveled all corners of the world, seen monuments erected, feasted on the blood of the history's most extraordinary men, but you've never found true peace. The only moments of joy in your life, however fleeting, have been simple pleasures. As you climbed the Himalayas, as you tended to your horses. Quiet days, teaching that boy Shakespeare."

"Stop," Klaus told him, overwhelmed.

"I watched you paint. I watched you feel your unborn daughter's kick."

Klaus grabbed him in a choke hold.

Klaus angrily told him, "I said, stop! A millennium of observing me—were your eyes closed as I slaughtered whole villages? Fed my way through thousands of innocents? Because, let's face it—I have a tendency to play with my food." Klaus stepped closer so they were nearly nose-to-nose. "Have I made you proud, Father?" Upset, Klaus angrily shoved past Ansel, who looked heartbroken.

Kol had just returned back to the greenhouse, which was where Esther still was, waiting for him. He went to the shelf to grab a jar full of an herbal poultice for his arm.

"Remind me to teach you how to send a text message," Kol said, frustrated.

"You were told to get the white oak stake days ago. We need it now…seeing as your father has risen."

Kol pretended not to know that Mikael had risen, when she told him that.

"Mikael? Back from the dead?"

"Enough! You kept it from me. Why? Because of Davina Claire?" Esther furiously said.

"To protect your plan! She's never gonna trust me if she thinks I'm just a flying monkey to the wicked witch! I've got it handled, Mother."

Esther considered that for a moment, and then snuffed out a candle, which caused Kol's runic wounds to heal.

"I want that stake! And I don't care what you have to do to get it!"

Esther turned and walked out of the greenhouse. Kol picked up an athame on the table and looked at it with interest.

Ansel and Klaus had just come upon a large tree, where the merlock orchids were growing upon the branches. Surrounding the tree were dozens and dozens of purple-flowered herbs.

"Vervain. It's everywhere. My relentless mother has set a trap," Klaus said, frustrated.

Ansel looked at the tree and then back at Klaus, before smiling pleasantly.

"I'll retrieve the merlock for you."

"At what cost?" Klaus suspiciously asked him.

Ansel angrily threw his knife into the ground and approached Klaus.

"Why don't you use your vampire abilities to end your doubts? Search my mind. You'll see I'm not aligned with your mother."

"I have absolutely no interest in the inner-workings of your brain."

"I'm surprised at your cowardice," Ansel commented.

"Oh?"

"While you stand here in fear of me, your brother suffers further."

"Gather the orchids," Klaus told him, hurt from his words.

Davina arrived at the cemetery where Kol was waiting for her outside of a mausoleum, holding the athame that he took from the Lycée.

"What did your mother want from you?" she asked him.

"She wants me to take that stake out of your bag—give it to her, so that you can't kill Klaus before she gets her big, happy family."

"Is that why you called me here?"

"I'm not my mother's puppet!" Kol assured her, frustrated.

He stood up and walked toward Davina, holding the dagger toward her.

"I want something different entirely. I want your blood."

Davina backed away from the athame, looking scared, but Kol raised his hands non-threateningly.

"Relax, luv. I'm not gonna take it. I'm asking ya. Nicely."

"Sure, I'll just bleed for you with no explanation at all," she sarcastically replied.

Kol chuckled.

"About a hundred years ago, this tomb used to be my playhouse. The witches I used to run with, we used to make all kinds of magic in here. That is, until I peeved off the prettiest one, as I tend to do, and she locked me out."

"So, why do you need my blood?"

"Her name was Mary Alice Claire. Only a Claire witch can open this tomb."

He walked toward her and handed her the athame, handle-end first. She looked at it for a moment, before taking it. Then, after she bled so that they could open the tomb, they walked into the tomb. It was full of artifacts and materials with which to practice witchcraft. Davina looked around at all the shelves in wonder.

"Where did you get all this stuff?" she wanted to know.

"Well, I was a vampire. I could get anything I wanted. I couldn't practice witchcraft, so I charmed some witches, and I taught them a new kind of magic that I learned in Arabia called Kemiya. We made items that allowed me to use magic without doing magic."

"You taught them how to make dark objects," she realized.

"Yeah. And, for a time, they were scattered all around this city." He opened a small wooden box. "I can't for the life of me find where they are now, but…I've got the one that matters."

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's not about what it is. It's about what it could be. You want to take down Klaus, right? I've wanted one thing for years." He held up one of the white oak ash daggers that he had found in a box. "to drive a dagger into his heart, like he's done to me so many times."

"Those daggers don't work on Klaus," Davina reminded him.

"Smart girl." He put the dagger into the wooden box and closed it. "With a little practice, and some trust, we'll fix it so this one will. We'll put him in a box, but, seeing as he won't be entirely dead, your friends will be safe. So, what d'you say?"

Davina was interested and looked at Kol with a small smile.

A jazz band was playing inside of Preservation Hall, where Cami was dancing as she watched. After a moment, Finn returned with two beers in his hands. He gave her one.

"Thank you!" She looked around at the huge crowd. "This is amazing!"

"I developed an appreciation for the music after I moved here. I never had a taste for it before," Finn informed her. He took a sip of his beer and made a face, which made Cami smile.

"I see you're still developing your taste for beer! My mom said beer wasn't lady-like, so I learned to love it as an act of rebellion. What about you? Snobby mom? Distant dad? Spill!"

"Well, my mother and I are quite close. She made so many sacrifices for us. Now, anything she asks seems negligible in comparison," he replied.

Cami smiled. Their conversation was interrupted by her phone ringing.

"I'm so sorry, can you hold this?" She handed Finn her beer and dug her phone out of her purse. "Oh, I have to take this! My friend is covering my shift. I'll be right back. I'm so sorry!"

Cami set her purse down on a nearby table and headed away from the crowd to answer her phone. Finn watched her protectively from where he stood, but after a moment, his view was blocked by someone heading for the crowd. When he moved out of his eye-line, Cami had vanished. Concerned, Finn headed outside to look for her, but when he left the hall, he heard Cami screaming and turned down the alley. He found Cami flat on her back, being attacked by someone who was bending over her.

"Hey!" Finn yelled.

Cami's attacker turned toward Finn. Their hood was up, but their werewolf eyes shown. Finn ran toward them, but the werewolf leapt onto the roof of the next building, so he instead knelt next to Cami to make sure she was okay. Her neck was bleeding, and she was hyperventilating. The hooded attacker whistled at Finn, and he stood to get a better look at them before they took off again. When Finn went to return to Cami, she'd vanished again, leaving him frantic.

Klaus and Ansel were sitting across from each other, as a campfire burned between them. Ansel was using his long knife to cut the merlock orchids.

"I've always seen a blade to have a very different use," Klaus told him.

"Mikael taught you to kill, Klaus—but, you were born to create. Power lies in embracing your true nature," Ansel told him.

"You think I should accept my mother's offer? Sacrifice my vampirism? And then what? Become a florist?"

Ansel smiled.

"You wouldn't be sacrificing anything. As a wolf, you'll be king to an entire species," Ansel told him, which tempted Klaus. "You would feel a true peace. And you'll be a better father."

"I am no longer a father," Klaus told him. He stood and walked away from the campfire, but Ansel continued on.

"In our animal form, we feel everything more acutely." Klaus stopped and listened, though he didn't face him. "When you were a boy, after each full moon, I would wake closer to your village, having been drawn to you in the night. Since I've been back, each month when I turn, I wake further from New Orleans. I know the call of my own blood, Klaus." Shocked, Klaus turned toward him, afraid of what he was about to say. "I know your child is still alive."

Klaus glared at his father suspiciously, still in shock at the revelation.

Finn was on the phone with Aiden, as he sat on his couch, surrounded by lit candles on the coffee table.

"It was a wolf bite!" he furiously yelled. He angrily threw a handful of sand onto the table. "Who broke rank?"

"I'll knock some heads together and find out," Aiden told him.

Finn started drawing magical sigils into the sand with his finger as part of his spell.

"I'll know where Camille is shortly. You'll meet me there. Come alone, because your wolves can't be trusted."

Finn hung up on him.

"Well, he bought it. His locator spell will bring him here without the bodyguards," Aiden told Josh and Cami. Aiden walked across the room to snuff out the candles, and Josh followed him so they could talk privately.

"We're so going to hell for this," Aiden commented.

Josh laughed. "Yeah, well, you get used to it."

Aiden laughed, and Josh looked at him for a long moment before speaking.

"Hey, I know this isn't your ideal Friday night. I'm sure you'd rather be, like, doing push-ups, or drinking beers with your bros, or whatever."

"Eh, it's not so bad."

The two smiled at each other.

"Okay, tell me the plan one more time," Cami said, checking with Katherine over the phone.

"Aiden's gonna get Vincent to the altar, and then Josh is gonna jump him. He's powerful, though, so you only have a few seconds to get the shackles on him."

"Where's Marcel?" Cami wanted to know.

"He's looking for Davina. He heard she was back in town."

"Overprotective-dad stuff?"

"If you want to call ripping Kol Mikaelson into a thousand little pieces "protective dad stuff," then, yeah. That's it."

Cami laughed at that.

Kol and Davina were still going through all of the materials in Kol's playhouse. He snapped his fingers, and classical music started to play on the record player, which made Davina smile.

"The hunters who forged the Originals' daggers to take out my family didn't know that Klaus was part werewolf—not vulnerable to silver."

Davina picked up the dagger and looked at it, so Kol came over and took it from her.

"Now, it's impossible to replicate the spell cast on the dagger. Trust me, I've tried." He put the dagger back into the box. "But, it's not impossible to change the dagger itself. Kemiya allows witches to destroy one element to create another. Say, changing silver to gold, for example."

"So, you've been hanging out with me this whole time because you don't have enough power on your own?"

"No! Kemiya's about…it's about chemistry. It's about connection. And, after what happened with the white oak stake, I don't think you can deny what we have." He held out his hand, which had a large diamond laying in his palm. "So, here. Hold my hand."

Davina stepped toward him, and Kol held up the diamond so she could see it better.

"That's a huge diamond."

"It's a paragon diamond. You use them to conduct power," he informed her.

He layed the diamond back in his palm and held his hand out toward her.

"Is the hand-holding really necessary?" she asked.

"I mean, we could make out, but then that'd be entirely distracting," he told her.

Davina sighed and reluctantly held Kol's hand. He held out his other hand, which held a length of rope, so she took the other end of the rope in her free hand.

"Alright, follow my lead. Close your eyes," he instructed her.

She closed her eyes and did as she was told. Then they began to chant together.

After a few minutes of them chanting, the rope caught on fire, and they stopped chanting and stared at each other in surprise. Kol moved his hand to her shoulder, and let go of the rope before it could burn his hand. Davina was so distracted by him leaning closer to her that the burning rope singed her hand, and she dropped it onto the floor. They both then knelt and looked at the ground, where they found the rope made of gold laying in place of the regular rope they'd just spelled. He fastened the length of gold around her wrist, and Davina smiled.

"To replace the one I broke," he told her.

"We changed it," she whispered to him.

"Well, Davina Claire, we're going to change everything."

Davina stared at him, obviously charmed by him, despite her best efforts to resist it.

Klaus and Ansel were still by the campfire they'd made, where Ansel had just finished preparing the merlock orchid roots for Elijah. He put the poultice in a handkerchief and gave it to Klaus.

"This will help Elijah."

He turned away, but Klaus called out to him, and he turned back with interest.

"Ansel. I'd be lying if I said your offer wasn't appealing. I've never known a parent to be a benevolent force. I think I would have liked to have been your son. But, a different path was chosen for me, and I have, for the past one thousand years, been the son of Mikael. Paranoid. Vengeful. And, powerful enough to protect my daughter."

"I want to help you defend her," Ansel informed him.

"I believe you. But, love is what Esther twists. She will take the best of your intentions, and she will use them to get to my little girl," Klaus replied. He took Ansel's hand in his own and clasped it tightly, before sadly saying, "You waited too long before you came to rescue me." He brushed past Ansel and stopped. "I won't make the same mistake with Hope." Klaus picked up Ansel's blade, and Ansel turned toward him, confused and hurt.

"No," Ansel said.

Klaus walked toward him with the blade in hand, and Ansel realized what he planned to do.

"No, Klaus. I know you. You are not capable of this," Ansel said.

"That's the first lie you've told me," Klaus replied, before killing him.

Davina layed down on a nearby futon, while Kol put away his paragon diamond in a small velvet pouch.

"Well, it's late. I should get going," Davina told him.

"I suppose you'll be wanting to get back to Marcel's."

"I lied to him about you. I'll probably go back to the attic."

"Voluntarily returning to the jail cell where they locked you up," he stated. He walked toward her and sat down next to her on the futon. "You must have been lonely all that time. A witch needs a coven, even if it is just two."

"When can we work on the dagger?" she wanted to know.

"Soon. We have some more work to do with each other first." He grabbed her jean jacket and spread it over Davina like a blanket. "You're gonna like me, Davina Claire. I'm happy to let you pretend a while that you don't already."

Meanwhile, Kat's plan of how to capture Finn succeeded.

Klaus arrived back home and headed for Elijah's room, where he was still sleeping. He took out the handkerchief Ansel gave him, and started smearing the poultice onto Elijah's neck.

"We were innocent once, Elijah. This bloodlust was forced upon us by our parents, turning us from prey to predator. We're the demons lurking in shadow. We are the savage villains in fairytales taught to children. But, not for my child. Not for Hope. In her stories, we are knights in shining armor. Without you by my side, I don't think I can survive my own love for my daughter. I need you. I need you, brother. The monster in me can only be challenged by the monster in you," Klaus told him. "Only together can we fight our demons and save our family."

Kat watched Klaus by a wall, not far from the door, silent.

After a few minutes, Elijah finally woke up, which relieved both her and Klaus.

Later, Klaus entered Elijah's room, where Elijah was getting dressed.

After a moment, Elijah turned toward him.

"What is it?"

Klaus informed him, "I spend the day with my father. My real father."

Elijah was stunned, and sat down on his bed.

"Esther brought him back from the dead, believing he could convince me to renounce vampirism. The thought of what I could be, had I been raised by him. Had I been nurtured. This was his," he told him, a leather-bound notebook in his hands. He handed it to Elijah, and he opened it to find a sketch of a much younger Klaus inside. "He knew about Hope."

Elijah shut the notebook and rose to his feet, shocked.

"I wanted to trust him more than anything in the world. I—I wanted to, but…," he trailed off, unable to put into words what he did and what he felt. "I couldn't be sure. And, I would never forgive myself if something happened to her because of my selfish desire for a father. So, I killed him. Without hesitation. I killed him."

Elijah paused for a moment.

"You killed him for Hope."

Elijah walked until he was face-to-face with Klaus, and handed him the notebook. "And whatever innocence remains, we must protect at any cost." Elijah put a hand on the back of Klaus' head comfortingly.

Esther returned to the crypt where she had kept Elijah to find Ansel, dead and hung up on a hook in the middle of the candle-filled room. Esther gasped in horror and fell to the floor, sobbing at the top of her lungs.

Kol carried Davina into the attic and layed her down on the bed. The stake was clearly poking out of her purse, and he stared at it. Before he could take it, Marcel appeared in the doorway, scowling at him.

When Davina woke up, she was confused as to how she got there. She spotted the bracelet on her wrist and smiled, remembering making it with Kol. When she looked around, she was the only one in the attic, the stake no longer in her bag.

Cami was at the bar, drinking a tumbler of scotch, when someone walked into the restaurant. Cami didn't even bother to look up to see who it was before she called out to the person.

"Sorry, we're closed," Cami said.

"That's too bad. I hear you serve the best Sazerac in town," Esther said.

Cami looked up and was instantly frightened at the sight of Esther approaching her. She quickly backed away from her.

"Camille, right? My sons have taken quite the liking to you." She raised a hand toward Cami, holding the bundle of herbs from earlier, and Cami gasped. Esther then chanted.

Klaus was leaning against a chair in Elijah's room, talking to Elijah, who was standing on the balcony.

"How do you feel?" Klaus asked him.

"The worst has past. Though, I suspect the nightmares are far from over," Elijah answered.

"Well, gather your strength. After the message I sent Mother tonight, I expect hell-fire to rain upon us imminently."

"We need to make a move before she strikes," Elijah told him.

Suddenly, Marcel and Katherine appeared in the doorway.

"Well, actually, moves were made while you were sleeping," Marcel informed them.

"It's good to see you vertical. Marcel and I each left a gift for you in the ballroom. You're welcome," she informed them.

Klaus looked at Elijah, who gestured toward the door. As they passed Marcel on their way out, he whispered to them under his breath.

"You're welcome."

When they arrived in the ballroom, Klaus and Elijah found Finn and Kol, each wearing the enchanted manacles, which were suspending them from the balcony by their wrists. Klaus and Elijah looked very pleased.

"Kidnapping? That's a rather unpleasant way to begin a family reunion!" Kol said, incredulous.

Klaus grinned.

"Well, wait until you see how we end it!"