"Fathers shall not be put to death because of their children, nor shall children be put to death because of their fathers. Each one shall be put to death for his own sin." -Deuteronomy 24:16
No spanking in this chapter.
Mystic Falls, Virginia, 2010
Mikaelson House
"If Henrik is dreaming of this dead witch, he could be a seer. I mean, it's very rare, but it's possible. When did you say you killed this Papa Tunde character?" Freya asked.
"It must have been...before the Great War, yes, in 1913, before Marcellus left. Yes, I compelled a dock worker to dump the bodies, but I was distracted. Dammit, I should have seen to it myself...Marcel came upon a rather unpleasant scene," Klaus recalled uncomfortably.
"Niklaus, how unpleasant? Brother, you can tell me, I will not judge you," Freya assured him.
"Papa Tunde's sacrificial magic was filtered through his twin sons, in order to negate his power, we, no, I-," Klaus paused.
"We killed them," Elijah finished coming into the study, "It was unpleasant, but we couldn't let them start a war with those awful werewolf thugs who we were running the docks with. Marcellus, did not take it well."
"So Papa Tunde's power lay in his sons, you killed the sons and then were able to kill him?" Freya clarified.
"Yes, he was powerful and the French Quarter witches put him in as their leader to remove us from our role in the city. But how could he come back?" Elijah wondered pouring bourbon into his glass.
"Brothers, after the Reaping, four witches were to rise. We know that Davina should have been one of those witches, but what if other witches rose instead? Like this Papa Tunde? The ancestors have done worse, I would not put it past them to let something like this happen," Freya speculated.
"And maybe if we kill Papa Tunde- again, then Davina would have her rightful turn? We need to head down to New Orleans. Marcel and Rebekah may need our help," Klaus responded.
Compound
Thierry was playing his trumpet in the courtyard, but Marcel couldn't relax. He had just talked to Klaus on the phone. There was now no doubt Papa Tunde was back for his vengeance for his dead sons. Marcel always had wondered if he could have stoped those boys from dying at his own Papa's hand. He hadn't known, he told himself, but was that true? He knew Klaus, how he thought, how he would stop at nothing to protect them...Maybe Marcel would have come to the same conclusion? Somehow he doubted it, a part of him would rather die himself than harm an innocent child, even witch children.
"Hey boss, I don't want to be a snitch but Thierry is still knocking around with that Katie, that little French quarter witch. The man is in love like I've never seen, but maybe she could give us an in to what the coven is up to," Diego offered.
"Oh yeah, doesn't she work at that Jardin Gris voodoo shop in the cauldron? Let me see talk to him and see if she will play ball. It's a gamble, but with this Papa Tunde back, who knows what they are up to," Marcel said quietly.
"Hey Diego, Marcel, I think my brothers may be coming down to help us get to the bottom of this," Rebekah mentioned.
"Really? Are they coming to help or because they don't think I can get the job done? You know how they can make some of the folks around here a little jumpy, that many Originals in town again. I don't know, Rebekah," Marcel said nervously.
"Marcel, the main thing is for us to get Davina back. If my brothers have to crack some skulls and put the scare in some witches to make that happen, then I'm all for it. Plus, you know we can't stop them," Rebekah smiled, leaning over to kiss him.
"Yes, dear. You are right. I'm going to go see if Thierry's witch girl can help us," Marcel said excusing himself.
"Diego, are the vampires nervous about all of this?" Rebekah asked, watching Marcel take Thierry aside and talk to him.
"Well, they found some fresh bodies this morning, so yeah. I'd say the night walkers are panicking. Don't worry though, us night walkers will keep them in line," Diego promised with confidence.
"Good. The last thing we need is a full-blown panic," Rebekah said as Marcel patted Thierry on the shoulder.
"Boys, I'd like to talk to you," Klaus said at dinner that night.
"Yeah, Dad, what's up?" Matt said taking a hesitant bite of his salmon. It was okay. He didn't really dislike it, but it just wasn't something he was used to.
"I'm going to be going to New Orleans tomorrow with Freya and Kol. I don't think we shall be gone long. I hope not anyway. With any luck, we shall return with Marcel, Rebekah and Davina," Klaus announced, smiling at Kol.
"Thank you, Brother," Kol said raising his glass.
"Of course. Your Uncle Elijah and Vanessa will be here with you," Klaus said, leaning to help Finn butter his roll.
"Can I go?" Henrik asked shyly.
"And me?" Finn interrupted
"No, sweetheart, it may be a bit too dangerous right now. That witch you dreamt about is on the loose and not a very nice man. I want you to stay here where it is safe," Klaus replied.
"But I can help. Maybe with my magic? Right, Freya?" Henrik said eagerly.
"Oh brother, one day you shall help a great deal, but you are needed here to do your school work and magic studies. Plus, we're all planning to go for Thanksgiving maybe," Freya started. However, if Davina came back, then Klaus was hoping that everyone would return to Mystic Falls as before. There would be little reason for them all to go to New Orleans for Thanksgiving, but she didn't want to needlessly disappoint him.
"Henrik, we shall have our own fun here. We can do something fun on the weekend, as long as you all behave yourselves," Elijah assured him.
"That's never gonna happen," Jeremy laughed.
"It better, young man!" Klaus warned in a mock stern voice.
"We'll be good, Dad. Well, we'll try," Tyler promised.
"On that note, Elijah and I have decided to lift all of your groundings. I feel like it wouldn't be fair to Elijah to have to keep track of all of your restrictions. Jeremy, Matt, you can drive again and all that. Don't expect this to happen again, but all of you have been trying your best these last few weeks despite some stressful circumstances," Klaus opined.
"Thanks, Dad. We won't let you down again," Matt said.
"Matthew, you have never let me down," Klaus smiled at him and the other boys, "But that being said I expect you all to help around here a little more and not argue when you are asked to do something. Elijah, what did I leave out?"
"I would ask that we all watch our language a bit closer. I heard Finn say a few phrases that I don't believe he heard from television. Like Niklaus said none of you are grounded, but I need to know where you are and when you will be home. We trust you to make good decisions and if you do not...," Elijah drifted off.
"Then, even God himself cannot help you, lads," Kol finished.
"Indeed," Elijah confirmed.
French Quarter, New Orleans, LA 2010
Katie did agree to try to find out more about Papa Tunde and the Reaping, being a young witch of low status, she was not privy to all of the secrets. However, many witches came through her store and she heard things.
Marcel was happy to host Klaus and show him all the improvements he had made in his tenure as King. Rebekah was happy to reunite with Kol and Freya, although Kol was eager to look for Davina. Patience was not one of his virtues, but they didn't want to tip off the coven that they were on to their tricks.
After three days or so of waiting, everyone was getting restless.
Rebekah was following at lead down at the docks. Marcel had asked Thierry to follow her, just in case. Marcel, Freya, and Kol were arguing about their next move. Klaus was on the phone with the family back at Mystic Falls.
"Marcel, just let me go to Lafayette Cemetery and look around. I used to have a little tomb there where Mary Alice Claire and I used to make dark objects. With some of Davina's blood, I can get in," Kol shared.
"You have Davina's blood? Kol, are you serious?" Marcel said wondering what the hell was going on.
"And she had mine in these necklaces we got at the mall. It's a witch thing. Freya, explain it to him," Kol pled to his eldest sister.
"Boy, you lost me. But I think it may be worth it to take a look around. I can't imagine they would have her body anywhere other than Lafayette. They have it well-guarded. I would have to cloak us before we even attempt it," Freya cautioned.
"Okay, fine. I just thought we should find and kill this Papa Tunde asshole, so 'when' Davina rises, we can find her and get her out of there quickly," Marcel said.
"You don't have to find me, Original son. I am here," Papa Tunde called from the entrance to the Compound.
Kol and Freya looked at each other. Marcel made a motion for them to leave and find Rebekah. Klaus was upstairs and making his way down.
"Did I not kill you about a century ago? I see your taste in hats hasn't improved, nor have you gotten any smarter," Klaus said referring to Papa's fedora hat, this time all white.
"I'm not here to talk about my wardrobe or my intelligence. I'm here to avenge my sons. The sons you beheaded. Now I will do the same to your son and then your other sons will be next," Papa Tunde threatened.
"Well, I doubt that, but you can try!" Klaus smirked.
"I have the Original sister and I channel her now! Unlike my sons, her power will never run dry. Say goodbye to your son, because once I kill him, I will channel you and then kill the rest of your murderous family," Papa Tunde promised.
Mystic Falls
"How was your brother?" Vanessa asked, mixing the oil and vinegar in the glass bottle for the salad dressing.
"He sounded tense and had to get off suddenly. It sounds like they aren't making much progress," Elijah confessed.
"Oh no, that's a shame. I know the boys miss them. Henrik keeps asking when they will be home. He's opened up so much since I got here. That's good to see," Vanessa smiled, shaking the bottle.
"Yes, with his new openness has come a bit more naughtiness, though. I swear the child just does not listen. I'm getting a little tired of repeating myself and having him blatantly disobey me. Do you think there is something going on with him?" Elijah asked putting the raw chicken in a roasting pan with carrots and potatoes around it.
"Like ADHD? Honestly, no. I think he's just stubborn. Henrik has an amazing capacity for concentration during our afternoon lessons. Really, Finn, too. They are very gifted students," Vanessa emphasized.
"Here, dear, I'll finish the salad. I'm sorry you got caught up with playing house with me. I know you didn't sign up for all this, but I'm not sure I could do it without you," Elijah said kissing her on the lips.
"Elijah, stop. I love it. You, me, five boys, a giant house...and no privacy," Vanessa laughed as she heard Matt and Tyler arguing on their way into the kitchen.
"No, man, that's bulls-, oh, hi Uncle Elijah, Miss Monroe," Matt said.
"What are you guys up to? It's almost time for dinner," Elijah said putting the chicken in the oven and turning the dial.
"Ah, we were going to head over to pick up Jeremy from the Gilbert house. Is that okay?" Tyler asked.
"Sure, if you are home in say, 45 minutes? I though Elena was going to drop Jeremy off and come by for dinner," Elijah said wiping his hands off in his apron.
"She's having a girls' night now and Caroline wanted to see me," Tyler explained.
"Fine. 45 minutes. Don't be late like last time, but do not speed either. Gentlemen, I mean it," Elijah reminded them.
Claire Tomb
Kol opened the Claire tomb with a drop of Davina's blood and an incantation, he knew immediately that someone had been here. There was no dust to disturb and they saw Davina's lifeless body wrapped in a shroud. There were three other shrouds, too. If Kol had to guess he would think that the witches Abigail, Cassie, and Monique were also there awaiting their turns to return to the world of the living.
Freya gasped, "There's Rebekah!" The sigil was carved into her head.
"He must be siphoning her power," Kol announced.
Freya started to try to break the spell before Papa Tunde used Rebekah's power to overwhelm Klaus and kill Marcel.
Compound
"I will hurt you, Klaus Mikaelson, as you have hurt me. When I'm done, you will wish you could die," Papa Tunda growled leaping towards Klaus using Rebekah's Original vampire strength.
Klaus' eyes glowed yellow and he tapped into his hybrid strength. Marcel became infuriated and also lunged at Papa Tunda.
"How dare you try to use Rebekah? She never hurt you! She was innocent in all of this," Marcel screamed, as he tried to toss Papa Tunde to the ground. Papa Tunda flew across the compound and then got up easily. He took a metal spike from the railing and pinned Klaus to the wall.
"I want you to watch as I slowly kill your son and siphon his power with my blade. This blade is filled with all the power of the thousands I have killed, their suffering will make you suffer for what you have done. I wish I could stay to enjoy it," Papa Tunde laughed, as he crushed Marcel to the wall.
"Leave him alone, it's me you want," Klaus yelled.
Papa Tunda went to stake Marcel as Klaus pulled out the metal spike. As Papa Tunda went to attack him again, he crumpled.
"Now, Klaus!," Marcel yelled.
Klaus went to decapitate Papa Tunde again, but Papa Tunde, realizing that Rebekah's power was gone, cut his own throat with the blade.
Claire Tomb
Freya finished the spell and Rebekah was waking up.
Cassie awoke.
"Where am I?" she coughed. Freya helped her sit up.
"It's okay. You are awake now," Freya reassured her.
Kol was heartbroken. This meant that there were still three other powerful witches out there that they would have to kill before Davina could take her place.
And they had no idea who they were.
Compound
Marcel grabbed Papa Tunde's evil blade.
"Son, are you okay? Take my blood. Here," Klaus said feeding Marcel his blood after the ordeal.
"Thanks, but I'm fine, Papa. Please, I need to see if Rebekah is alright," Marcel gasped.
"No, take a moment. Get your strength back and then I'll go. Keep that blade safe, it is truly evil. I'm going to burn this body and scatter the ashes before any witches come for Papa Tunde. We can't let him come back again. That was close, too close," Klaus said vamping out with the body.
Marcel took a deep breath. He needed to make sure that Rebekah was okay.
Why Tunde had taken Rebekah to the Claire tomb disturbed him. Were the witches playing with them? Taunting them for revenge. Saying here she is, but there is nothing you can do?
There was one thing they could do that none of them wanted to do, go to the Strix. It would be like dealing with the devil and there was always a price to pay, he hoped the price wouldn't be becoming the devil himself.
A few hours later, Elijah was disappointed to hear that Davina was not brought back and the witch situation was more complicated than they thought. However, he was happy that the Papa Tunde threat was eliminated. Klaus brought up the Strix idea. It was a gamble. Mikael was still out there somewhere and Elijah would never trust Tristan and his minions. Yet, Marcel and his guys could not be expected to destroy the whole French Quarter coven.
The boys never returned from the Gilbert residence for dinner, nor answered his calls. He was starting to get worried and about to go look for them when they staggered in the house as Elijah was cleaning up dinner. Vanessa was putting Finn and Henrik to bed.
"Where in the world were you?" Elijah asked exasperated.
Tyler looked guilty, "Uncle Elijah, I'm so sorry. It was my fault. I got into a fight with Caroline. Jer and Matt were waiting on me."
"Is this true?" Elijah asked Matt and Jeremy.
"Oh yeah, and it was a heck of a fight. We kept thinking it would be over, but then big mouth here would say something stupid and...," Matt groused as Tyler glared at him.
Elijah could tell that all three boys were agitated.
"Did you eat?" Elijah said evenly.
"I'm not hungry. I'm going to bed," Tyler growled.
"Tyler, get back here, please. That is not what I asked you. I asked if you had eaten," Elijah repeated.
Tyler colored and shook his head, "No, sir. We didn't."
"Come sit down at the island. I'll make you a plate," Elijah said. He wouldn't let them go hungry.
Jeremy sat down first, "Thanks, Uncle Elijah, for not being mad."
"Well, I got some news that your father and everyone might be in New Orleans a bit longer. We don't know how long. What I am a little angry about though, boys, is that none of you were answering your mobile phones. Care to explain," Elijah said taking the chicken out of the microwave.
"Mine is dead. I got bored there and was playing on it," Matt admitted.
"I'm sorry. Caroline was screaming at me and I...I smashed mine on the ground and broke it," Tyler confessed.
"Tyler! Really? This is the second one this month," Elijah scolded.
"I know," Tyler said, knowing he had no defense.
"I was uh, with Bonnie. Do you really want to know the details? I mean, we weren't, you know, but," Jeremy stuttered.
"No, son. I don't need to know the details. But I'm warning you, next time...," Elijah said handing them plates of reheated food.
"We know, we know, you don't have to say it," Tyler smiled, he was glad they weren't getting grounded, but he didn't want to get threatened with a spanking like a toddler either.
"Okay, I don't think I need to say it, but load those plates in the dishwasher when you are finished. I'm going to go up and help Vanessa put the younger boys to bed. I'll be in to say goodnight," Elijah said.
"Thank you, Uncle Elijah," Matt said digging into the food. Now chicken was something he liked a lot better than salmon.