"If Mother did take control of Rebekah's body, would would she go?" Elijah thundered. He was tired of this. Couldn't they have peace at last?
"Well, think about what Mother wants. To kill us and put us in mortal bodies. To do that, what does she need?" Klaus asked archly.
"Mystic blood," Elijah answered.
"Tell Jeremy to tell his sister that she is in danger," Klaus said as they raced out the door.
"Rebekah, how nice to see you. Come in," Elena said opening the door to her house.
"Thank you, dear. I just wanted to thank you for your help the other week," the Ester/Rebekah lilted.
"Of course. Your family has been so kind in helping my brother, it was the least I could do," Elena said graciously.
"We love to take in orphans these days," Ester laughed.
"Can I get you a drink?" Elena said opening the frig.
"Sure, I've been awfully parched. I hate to impose, but I'm afraid I'm feeling a little weak in this body," Ester said as she bared Rebekah's fangs and vamped to Elena.
She snapped off Elena's vervain necklace, which looked like a talisman she had long ago, no matter. She tore her fangs into the doppelgänger's throat and drank deeply.
A moment later Ester was choking and heaving on the floor. She knocked over a kitchen chair and clawed at her burning throat.
Elena yelled, "You are invited in!" but Ester didn't look back.
"You bitch! All I want to do is save this from this abomination. You will curse the day you were born. I will keep you alive and drain..." Ester slumped to the ground as Klaus snapped his sister's neck.
"Sorry, love. I'll make that up to you," he quipped.
"Are you alright, Miss Gilbert?" Elijah asked concerned. He offered her his wrist to heal her. She hoped Stefan wouldn't be angry, but she drank.
"Yes, now I am. Thanks for the head's up. I keep extra vervain everywhere I can just in case. It comes in handy in this town," Elena explained.
"Indeed. If you don't mind, we'll take our mother/sister home and try to get this sorted out. Thank you again," Elijah said taking Rebekah's body and vamping away.
"Mr. Mikaelson, can I have a word?" Elena said to Klaus.
"Of course, my dear," Klaus said picking up a chair Ester had knocked over when attacking Elena.
"I wanted to say thank you for taking care of Jeremy. He really needed a family like yours right now. Jeremy always got a lot of attention from our mom, but she tended to baby him and let him get away with a lot. He told me about the drugs and I think if you all weren't there, he'd slip right back into it," Elena admitted honestly.
"Well, I hope the next time he looked at marijuana, he is remind of the sore backside he received for his efforts. I know that is old-fashioned now, but you know we are a bit older than most parents," Klaus smiled.
"I know. He is lucky to have you. I know you have to go," Elena said kissing his cheek in thanks.
"You are welcome anything for however long you like, Miss Gilbert," Klaus said and then vamped out of the house.
Freya only paused a second when she saw Ether's body. She simply said, "She sold me to the worst person in the world, her sister Dahlia. This woman ceased to become my mother that day."
"I'm so sorry, Freya. I'm not sure if anyone told you, but Finn is downstairs. I think he has lost his sanity. Mother used him to try to help her kill us. We can arrange for you to see him tomorrow, okay," Elijah said gently.
They put Rebekah's body next to that of Ester's as Freya started the spell.
"I'm going to reverse the effects of this golem that Ester used to control Rebekah's spirit first. This should also reinstate your vampire healing as I think Ester may have done, or had someone done, a type of linking spell in order to be able to kill you all more easily.
Ówô ba a se èdìdì.
Then, I will switch the bodies. This may take a few days. I will need candles, salt, sacred oils, a knife," Freya started.
"You shall have whatever you need. But first, I think you need to get some rest. Since Delphine is in the guest room, we're clearing the room next to the boys for your bedroom. In truth, I suspect that Klaus will just let Marcel and Rebekah share a room. The boys are loud and rambunctious and though all the rooms are sound proofed, the vibrations of their music can be heard through the walls. Now, let's get you to bed," Elijah said leading her upstairs.
"Thank you, that spell did take a lot out of me. I should check on Delphine first," Freya said looking fragile and weakened.
"No, please, allow me to," Elijah asked.
"She's a very volatile child. I'm sure Marcel can fill you in more later," Freya said carefully. Marcel went up to take a shower and unpack. He was planning to guard Rebekah's body overnight.
"Really, she looks so sweet and peaceful. An angel, really?" Elijah said puzzled
"I've only known her a few hours, but I put her into that sleep. It should be wearing off about now," Freya said as Elijah heard a crash.
Delphine took her doll and smashed it into the mirror shattering it. Her grandmother had stuck it in her suitcase taking up valuable space. She had told Nana that she didn't play with dolls anymore. Damn her.
Elijah vamped down to the guest room and found the doll decapitated and the little girl trying to rip off the arm.
"So you do not like dolls?" Elijah said sitting down on the bed.
"No, I hate them. I told my grandmother that and she hid that in my suitcase anyway," Delphine huffed.
"And your grandmother is the Regent?" Elijah asked carefully.
"Yes, so you better be nice to me or else I'll tell her and she'll turn you into a mouse!" Delphine growled.
"A mouse! Oh my, well, I shall certainly try not to offend thee, Miss-?"
Elijah asked expectantly.
"You may call me Mademoiselle Cloutier, but my grandmother called me Delphine. She said we would never see each other again," she said with a touch of sorrow.
"Mademoiselle, my name is Elijah Mikaelson. Maybe I escort you to the kitchen for a snack. I apologize for the delay, we had a bit of a situation. You seem to have missed dinner," Elijah said holding out her hand.
The red head sneered at his hand and walked out first into the nearby kitchen.
Elijah chuckled, he had met queens with less entitlement than this young witch. Yet something about her tugged at his long dead heard.
Marcel came out of the shower to find Klaus sitting on the bed. His head was in his hand.
"This Freya you brought home said that Rebekah is going to be fine in a few days," Klaus said lightly.
"That's what the Regent said, that she was the only one who could save Rebekah. I wrote down a list of the stuff she told me to tell you. Some of it I didn't understand. She said she met you when she was a little girl and got a vision or something. It's all on the paper," Marcel said handling Klaus a single sheet of paper.
"A seer. That is rare, even in a witch. Tell me about the girl," Klaus pressed.
"I don't know much, but the witches were going to execute her. And people say vampires are vicious. We don't kill kids. The grandmother said we need to change her name and keep her here in Mystic Falls. In return, the Regent will cloak us as long as we stay here. She said it is the most powerful spell she can do. Freya put her to sleep on the plane because the kid started a fire with her mind and attacked two of my guys at the compound," Marcel laughed a little, showing his white teeth.
"What, Son?" Klaus said, happy to see Marcel smile.
"You got your wish. I had to step down as the King of New Orleans. My guys will run things. I'll be here if they need me, but I'm not going back," Marcel said not sure how Klaus was going to react.
Klaus got up and vamped to pull Marcel in a tight hug.
"Thank you, Marcellus. Elijah spoke to me. We decided that you and Rebekah may take her rooms as your quarters. Freya can move into this room. No more sneaking around in cheap motel rooms," Klaus offered.
Marcel was humbled.
"Thank you, Klaus. I'm sorry about disobeying you, but I had to get help for Rebekah," Marcel admitted softly.
"What if you had gotten trapped in that blasted Fauline cottage? Hmm, la Rue is a powerful regent with the ancestors of all nine covens on her side. She could have sealed you in there for eternity. Doesn't that scare you?" Klaus said shaking him a little.
"Yes, Papa. I'm sorry. It won't happen again. It was terrible," Marcel admitted cringing at the memory of being chained down on that bed without his vampire strength.
Before he realized what was happening, Marcel was turned over Klaus' knee.
"Did you talk to Kol about his punishment for hiding your nefarious escape?" Klaus said situating Marcel's body to rest on the bed. The towel wrapped around his waist fell off in the struggle and Marcel realized he was naked. Klaus arranged the towel over his lap and Marcel on top of it.
"I'm going to get your suit all wet, Klaus. Let me up. I didn't even dry off," Marcel protested weakly.
"Oh, I'll let you up after you promise to never run away almost getting yourself killed again and with a red, hot behind. Kol got paddled right out of the tub for his part in your disobedience. I"m afraid I didn't realize we weren't healing and wore him out with my bath brush on his wet rear. I did come prepared to give you a similar punishment," Klaus explained.
"What? We're still not healing?" Marcel exclaimed in panic.
"Freya said we should restart tomorrow. So that gives this lesson a while longer to sink in," Klaus said now patting his bottom with his hand.
"Just do it and get it over already. I have better things to do than get my butt rubbed by you," Marcel sassed, but accepting the pillow Klaus gave him to bury his head in.
"Oh, soon you'll be begging for a lighter touch," Klaus said bringing his palm down hard against both of Marcel's cheeks. Crack!
Marcel was angry and vowed not to react, healing or no healing.
"Fine, spank me like a little kid. I faced worse. This is ridic-," Marcel started as Klaus lifted his hand higher and swatting the center of his left, then right cheeks. Smack. Smack.
"Ah," Marcel blurted out softly. Klaus started spanking faster, but lighter. He wanted to be careful not to bruise him like he did Kol yesterday. Klaus was holding Marcel with his left arm and pulled him in closer to continue the brisk spanking.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Marcel's legs jerked a little. The slight dampness of his behind had increased the sting greatly.
Spank! Spank! Spank!
"Starting to feel it, eh?" Klaus said smacking now in a random pattern.
Marcel was feeling a hot, stinging that was increasing with each whack. With two particularly strong smacks to his sit spots, Marcel felt propelled forward and had to clasp his hands together to avoid his hand reaching back. Klaus paused and Marcel breathed a sigh of relief that it was over.
"I'm sorry. I learned my lesson, Klaus. You can stop now," Marcel said sharply. He was fighting now to wiggle his sore behind.
"Oh, Son. That was just the warm up. I thought that it would be poetic to paddle you with Rebekah's hairbrush. I found it right on top of your dresser," Klaus quipped referring to the brush that Marcel gave to Bonnie to help track Rebekah the night they went to look for her at the wolf cave.
"No, Klaus, it already hurts more. Remember, I'm not healing," Marcel whined, frustrated with himself that he had left that damn hairbrush out in plain site.
"I'm going to smooth this salve on which should allow your sore bottom to take a much longer licking. Now, it may make your behind more sensitive, but maybe you will think of that the next time I tell you no," Klaus said unscrewing the cap to the salve.
Marcel felt a moment of relief as the cool gel like substance was smoothed over his sore trembling cheeks. Klaus also applied a fair amount to his thighs. Then, to his chagrin, Marcel felt the cool smooth back of the heavy hair brush patting his cheeks.
"No!" he yelled as he felt Klaus raised the brush up and pop it down on the center of his behind three times in a row.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
Klaus did the same three swat technique for the right check and then left. Then, he lower the brush and lined it up with where Marcel's backside met his thighs. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Marcel howled and threw his hand back as his feet kicked up and down on the bed. Klaus pinned his hand and continued to swat her red behind firmly.
"Marcel, why am I spanking you right now?" Klaus said pausing a moment to pat his son's behind with the brush.
"I disobeyed you. You told me not to go and I snuck out after you told me no," Marcel answered trembling and fearing the next smack on his burning hind end.
"Yes, you do. It hurts me when you lie and don't trust me. I'm going to show you how much," Klaus said.
He swatted the brush down five times in the center of each cheek. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Klaus still had Marcel's hand pinned but he couldn't stop Marcel from trying to twist and thrash to escape the painful pops. Marcel's behind looked red and swollen, but Klaus thought they still had a little further to go.
Klaus again smoothed the brush in small circles and said, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"
Spank!
Klaus gave him one more hard smack with the brush and put it down.
"It hurts. But-P-papa, I would do it again...I can't live without her," Marcel sobbed.
"I thought you might say that," Klaus admitted. "Is there anything the seer told you that you didn't share?"
Klaus spanked Marcel's sit spots firmly, afraid to hear the answer.
"Tell me, or you will sit at your desk writing lines until dinner tonight on your sore bottom. You never liked doing that as a boy, did you? I recall you especially didn't like sitting on your bare behind writing lines," Klaus chuckled.
"No, I don't want to tell you. Marcellus, if I have to paddle you again, I will, but your bottom is looking quite sore right now. I am loathe to have you bruise like Kol did," Klaus admitted picking up the heavy hairbrush and again patting Marcel's rear with it.
Marcel felt a little gush of air as Klaus lifted the brush and shouted, "Okay! I'll tell you." Klaus brought down the hairbrush in a light tap.
"Young man, you are sorely testing my patience," Klaus said raising the brush and swatting Marcel's thighs twice.
"Ouchhhhh. She said I should kill the doppelgänger myself to spare us all a lot of heartache and death. It's Jeremy's sister!" Marcel sobbed pitifully.
Klaus pulled him up into his lap. Marcel hissed as his bare seat came into contact with the bath towel on Klaus's lap. Klaus shifted him so no pressure was on his bottom. Marcel put his head on Klaus' shoulder and wept as Klaus patted him on the back.
"Shhh, no one is going to kill the doppelgänger. I promise you. I would never do that to Jeremy. Were you afraid I was going to kill her? She's part of this family now. She just thanks me for taking care of her brother. I will do whatever I can to protect her," Klaus asked gently, rocking him and patting his back.
When Marcel didn't answer, Klaus raised his hand and popped Marcel on the thigh.
"Yes! I'm sorry. I didn't know what you would do," Marcel's face was a mess. Klaus pulled some tissues out of the box on the bedside table and cleaned off his face as Marcel's hands frantically rubbed his sore backside.
"Papa, it hurts so bad. I can't take it," Marcel wailed.
Klaus set him on his feet. Marcel jumped from foot to foot trying to rub out the sting. Klaus flipped the duvet down and the sheets, and he tossed the tear covered pillow cover in the laundry. He gave Marcel a minute to try to stop rubbing.
"Get in, Son," Klaus said in a low voice. Marcel got in on his stomach and Klaus put the light sheet over him. Marcel hissed a little when he felt the sheet and Klaus rubbed his back for a while.
"Thank you for telling me the truth," Klaus whispered.
Marcel sniffed and said, "I never wanted to hurt you. I love you, Papa."
"I love you, too. And Marcellus, thank you for the beignets, they were excellent. Now go to sleep and I'll come get you up before dinner. Elijah is making Italian tonight."
Klaus kissed the top of his head and softly closed the door.