CHAPTER 11 [Après Moi, Le Déluge]
Klaus was at Rousseau's, it was empty, except for him and a compelled red headed woman he was feeding on and next to her sat her boyfriend, who was compelled to just sit there and talk to Klaus.
"You know what I'm talking about, right? A girl, so gorgeous, with shiny blonde hair right from a shampoo commercial, with soul bigger than the sun, so that you just melt when you get too close. Matthew, have you met anyone like that before?"
Matthew said nothing so Klaus compelled him, "Tell me about a woman who destroyed you."
"There was Kelly, she was very attractive, I had loved her almost all my life and I was over the moon when she finally said 'yes' to dating me." Matthew talked in monotone voice.
"Oh, what happened then?" Klaus asked, taking another gulp from a bottle.
"I was happy with her for almost a year, until I found her in bed with my brother."
"Uh, I know that kind of pain… But Caroline was even worse. I mean just when I finally got her, only for 5 minutes and then she slipped through my fingers. It's worse than not ever having her at all."
"Well, they say, it's better to have loved and lost, then not loved at all." Matther offered.
Klaus got angry and snapped his neck, "What do you know, anyway!" Then he turned to the girl still in her arms who was bleeding from her neck. "Come here, love."
He had just sank his fangs in her when suddenly everything started shaking, Klaus looked on as the bottles on the shelves fell down and people ran screaming in the streets. It was a quite strong earthquake, and Klaus had a feeling it wasn't a natural occurrence this time. So snapped the girl's neck and left the bar.
Caroline and Camille were at Cami's, Caroline helped Cami clean the living room after things had fallen on the floor due to the earthquake.
"So, what are your plans for Klaus? What do you want to do about him?" Cami asked, wanting to make conversation with Caroline while they were cleaning.
"I don't know yet. Part of me wants to help him with Hayley and the baby, but another part wants to make him suffer and the third part just wants to go home."
"Well, I'm not divided like that. All I want is revenge for what he did to me."
"It's understandable, given the pain you had to endure through the decompulsion."
"The pain wasn't the worst part, Caroline. The worst part was the feeling that I was going insane like my brother. The feeling that If I can't control myself, I'll end up like him, killing innocent people and then myself."
Caroline nodded. "But right now, I don't have a clear plan on what it is that we could do about him. Usually people going up against him don't end up well. Like Davina, she refused to back down and she almost lost her life."
"Klaus won't do anything to me and you, he's got a soft spot for me and from everything you have told me, he's also too in love with you to hurt you. That's why we can fight back."
"I'll think about it. But can I stay here and sleep on your couch until I figure that out?"
Cami stopped cleaning and looked at her, "Yeah, of course. Stay as long as you need."
Elijah, Marcel and Rebekah were in on the studies in the Abattoir and Elijah had dragged the witch Anya there to interrogate her about Davina and Elijah's former lover Celeste DuBois.
"So you have stolen the remains of the very person that Davina's been drawing for months. Would you care to explain this startling coincidence?" Elijah asked from Anya.
"I can't. I didn't even know who Celeste Dubois was until I—"
She was cut off when the house started to shake violently, like the earthquake from looked alarmed, but Marcel, Elijah, and Rebekah were merely irritated.
"Was that Davina?" Anya asked.
"Charming little habit she's developed." Elijah said.
"And the earthquake I felt today?"
"Also Davina. And, she's taken to vomiting dirt." Rebekah informed her.
"Oh. We have a huge problem. I thought that we had more time, but we need to complete the Harvest now." Ana said in panicking mode.
"Said the desperate witch, conveniently."
Everyone in the room turned to see Klaus entering the room.
"What the bloody hell is going on here? Want to explain that…" He looked at Anya and searched his brain if he remembered her name. "…Whoever you are."
"It's Anya and I'm serious! That earthquake you just felt is a preview of the disaster movie that is about to hit us."
"Why should we believe you?"
"You've met Davina, you know her story. For months now, she's been holding all the power of the three girls sacrificed in the Harvest ritual. A force that was meant to flow through her and back into the earth. One person was never meant to hold that much power. It's tearing her apart, and it will take us down with it." Anya continued to explain. "As Davina self-destructs, she'll cycle through four stages that represent the four elements that bound together the Harvest. Earth, wind, water and fire. The last Is the worst."
"But you can fix it, right. Fix her?" Marcel asked.
"She can't be fixed. She can't be saved. This will not stop at the earth sign, and if you wait it out, you immortals will be the only ones left to argue about it." Anya said, "The Harvest ritual needs to be completed, then all four girls resurrect. But we have another problem with that."
"What now?" Klaus asked.
"Look, only an elder can do the Harvest ritual. But as all elders are dead, I tried to become one by consecrating Celeste's bones, but they turned out to be empty."
"I don't understand. A witch's magic is infused in her bones until consecrated." Elijah was confused.
"Well, then someone's already taken it, because there's nothing there." Anya said.
"There has to be another way."
"There is no other way. Unless you know of some super-powerful dead witch whose bones were never consecrated, it's over."
"There is someone else actually... our mother." Elijah smiled.
Rebekah rolled her eyes, "It's taken one thousand years, but you've finally gone mad. Our own mother?"
"Yes. It's perfect, actually." Klaus smirked. "I'll go fetch her from the basement."
The Mikaelsons and Hayley had joined Anya at the Lafayette cemetery, where they were waiting for Marcel and Davina to arrive to complete the Harvest. Suddenly, flames started to erupt near the entrance, startling everyone.
"Fire." Anya quipped.
After a moment Marcel appeared carrying Davina in his arms. As he walked toward them, flames followed them in a trail that licked at Marcel's heals. Once they got to the altar, Marcel set her down, and Anya held the ceremonial athame over the flames before she headed toward Davina.
"Do you believe in the harvest?" Anya asked a nervous Davina.
"I believe."
Once she said the words, Anya raised the blade and slit Davina's throat with it. Davina gasped in shock and grabbed at her throat before she fell back. Marcel caught her and laid her down on the ground. Just then, the rain stopped and Davina's skin glowed gold as the magic left her body and flew into the earth.
"After the Harvest comes the Reaping. Their sacrifices made and accepted. We call upon our Elders to resurrect the chosen ones."
Nothing happened and the rest of them looked around at each other uneasily. Anya repeated the call, "We call upon our Elders to resurrect the chosen ones..." Still, nothing happened. Anya became flustered as she kept repeating, "We call upon our Elders to resurrect the chosen ones."
When it became clear that something had gone wrong, both Hayley and Rebekah had tears in their eyes. Elijah and Klaus both looked depressed, but not as much as Marcel, who shot Klaus a look of hatred before flashing away.
The Witch Sabine was in a mausoleum where she was completing a spell. She took a small poppet and sliced the throat open, and poured the blood within the poppet into a small goblet holding the potion from earlier. She drank it and was imbued with power. Suddenly three people in various locations in the cemetery rose from their graves- the witch Bastianna, who did the first attempt at the Harvest, a red-haired female, Genevieve, dressed in a flapper dress, and a young black man, Papa Tunde, in a white suit. They all three met at the front gates of the cemetery.
"Why are we here?" Genevieve asked in confusion
"Someone brought us forth. Who?" Papa Tunde wondered.
Sabine appeared before them and smiled.
"I did." Sabine smiled.
"Sabine! What's the meaning of this?" Bastianna asked.
"Bastianna, I've had to endure people calling me "Sabine" for almost a year now." Sabine chuckled. "I'd appreciate it if you'd call me by my real name- Celeste."