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In the beginning,

we were so naive.

Our mother made us
into beasts

that fed on blood,

but immortality was
beyond our grasp,

compulsion a trick
we had yet to learn.

All we knew was a fear
of being hunted.

That and a terrible hunger.

So we ran...

As a family...

And when we needed to...

As a family...

We fed.

Unh!

Kol, are you quite done?

Ahh.

Oh, bother, Elijah.
Is all this truly necessary?

Brother, the road is
a major thoroughfare.

If the bodies are found,
word of our presence

will spread to Mikael.

We have run through
autumn and winter,

through sleet and snow.

Are we cursed to forever
live in fear of our father?

I should say yes sadly.

Finn, please.
Niklaus.

Do we have any idea where
we're running to next?

Why not just do what we've
all thought of doing?

Split up.

We swore a vow.

Your vows haunt me
more than father himself.

At least he can't chase us all.

I say we take our chances.

Perhaps Kol is right.

Thank you, Finn.
Yeah, I've always said

eldest is the most intelligent.

Stop talking!

I take no joy in our assent,

but I do wish to sleep in a bed,

to bathe in a bath,
to feed of proper food.

If we divide...

No, brother.

Niklaus is right.
We made a vow.

Family above all.

Always...

Forever.

Always and forever indeed.

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Freya, voice-over:
"My dear Rebekah...

"I hope this finds you well.

"I write to offer an update

"and to ask your advice.

"Our brothers remain at odds.

"Klaus will never apologize,

"not for the blood he shed,

nor the suffering
Hayley continues to endure"...

"And Elijah cannot forgive him."

"Despite my efforts,

we are a house divided"...

"Which is not to say
I have no good news.

"Niklaus kept his word.

"Marcel controls the quarter.

"There he has founded
a fight gym

"in the old St. Anne's church,

"where he tests the mettle
of those who wish to join

"his vampire community.

"Elijah has begun joining
him for sparring.

I believe it helps him
work through his anger"...

"And he has much anger."

"While Hope
continues to flourish,

"it is clear
that she misses her mother.

"Though Niklaus remains
the doting father,

"he has been of no help
in finding a cure

for Hayley's curse."

"Despite my best efforts,

"I have yet to find a means
to undo the spell

"placed on her
and the crescent wolves,

"and Hayley herself
continues to struggle,

"unable to see her child
except once a month

on a full moon"...

"And we're in no position
to ask for outside help."

Can you just hear me out?

No. Witches don't do
favors for vampires,

including daylight rings.

Those are the rules.

An act of good faith will
help keep the peace.

The ninth ward coven thinks
I'm a vampire sympathizer.

I won't prove them right.

You're on your own.

"Davina's rage
at our family

"has only grown,

"and as regent of all covens,

"she's far too formidable
to be swayed.

"Meanwhile, Niklaus
has begun to see Camille

"for what he calls
their little chats.

"He claims a desire
to ammend his ways.

In truth, he seems
utterly free of remorse"...

...around in his blood,

and that was the end of that.

"Which only drives
Elijah further away.

"I wonder if you would
write me with any advice

"you have on how to heal
their fractured bond.

Until then, I remain
your loving sister Freya."

Camille.

Thanks for coming.

Why did you ask me
to meet you here?

Well, I had hoped we might
have one of our little chats,

and I thought you might
appreciate the change of venue,

so I'm allowing you
a private tour

of my exhibition.

These are yours?

Heh.

I spent the better part
of a millennia

trying not to draw
my father's attention,

and now he's dead,

and all those
who stood against me

have been vanquished.

I see no reason
the fruits of my labor

should go unappreciated.

I didn't come here
to appreciate art.

If you want to talk
about your progress

as a person striving
for empathy, fine.

If not, I'll go.

Have I offended you?

I agreed to see you
professionally,

but I was very clear
when I set our boundaries,

and they don't include
private art shows.

Oh. Well, then
perhaps you'd prefer

to escort me
to tomorrow's opening.

Call me if you want to talk.

Wait.

You're worried
no one else will come.

Rebekah's gone, Marcel's angry,

Elijah won't even look at you.

You'll be alone.

You're scared because the people
you love are angry with you.

Maybe you need to think
about that.

I have to go.

Ok. The thing
you got to understand

is me and Nola pd got
a relationship

that goes back to
that nastiness with my ex-wife.

I'm their expert in
anything that seems occult,

and every so often,
they come across the aftermath

of some black magic,
and they call me in.

This your friend the shrink?

Fantastic. Will Kinney,
detective, homicide.

Cami O'Connell, bartender,

part-time shrink.

Why am I here?

Vince, show her the body.

We'll see if she can do
what you said she can do.

So the cops want
a psychological profile,

and given what we've found,

I'd say this is
your area of expertise.

She's getting bigger
by the second.

Thank you for all of your care.

Tomorrow's the full moon.

I can help you bring Hope
to Hayley if you'd like.

Won't be necessary.

You deserve a night off.

I'd offer to accompany
you myself,

but I fear my fragile ego
could not endure

the litany of insults
Hayley has no doubt prepared.

Yes, I doubt that your presence

is particularly welcome
anywhere.

My own brother greeting
me with such disdain.

What do you think, Freya?

Is he still angry for
my part in Hayley's curse?

Need I remind him it was
my ploy that kept her alive.

But of course.
Forgive me.

So you would call this
an act of heroism,

even as you bask in her torment?

Perhaps I'd be more sympathetic

if Hayley apologized.

After all, it was
her that tried to run off

with my daughter.

Oh, if you two
must poke at one another,

may I suggest doing it
elsewhere?

Nicely done.

At this rate, you'll drive
the entire family away.

Who's ready for the next course?

You're all
filthy gluttons.

And you remain ever the dullard.

Oh, such pretty clothes.

What a shame
they'll go to waste.

Rebekah, we have discussed
this endlessly.

No. You've discussed this.

None of us had
any say in the matter.

This lot were traveling
somewhere.

Their car is full
of silks and finery.

5 of them, 5 of us.

Wherever they were off to,

why can we not simply
go in their stead.

Masquerade as nobles
from a land we do not know,

whose customs we cannot
begin to understand.

Ridiculous.

You saw the castle
down the road.

It was practically a gala.

If this bunch were
headed there, then...

Look at them. They're not
any better than we are.

We could live as they do,
at least for a time.

Think of it. Elijah,
we could hide in plain sight.

We could live ordinary lives.

Silence.

Well, aren't you a handsome one?

He looks like
dessert to me.

No! Wait, wait, wait!

I can help you.

Now I am... I am
the personal servant

to the Count de Martel

of the very estate
you just mentioned.

I wa... I was sent
to escort these guests

to his home for a lengthy stay.

I know their customs, as...
as well as the count's habits.

If you mean to pose as the family
you have slaughtered here,

then you'll need my help

to carry out your ruse.

Please can we keep him?

Rebekah, no.

What is our most important rule?

Never leave alive someone who...

Has seen what we are.

Thank you very much.

A practice that has served
us very well indeed.

She has a point.

- He may be of use.
- Ah, a proper family squabble.

Perhaps we should
put it to a vote.

All those in favor
of letting him live.

Those inclined to gut him.

Well, Nik...

What shall it be?

It's a no-brainer really.

This penthouse is equipped
with all the luxuries

money can buy,

and while the asking price
may seem daunting,

rest assured
that your view of New Orleans

will be second to none.

- I do like it.
- Mm-hmm.

And as for the price,

well, nothing of worth comes

without sacrifice,
wouldn't you agree?

Mr. Castle.

Please.
Call me Lucien.

I'm no forensic psychologist,

but whoever did this
took their time.

He bled a lot,

which means he was alive,

but it's like
he just stood here.

These ropes are
just for display.

He wasn't bound, there are
no marks on his wrists,

no signs of struggling
or clawing.

He was compelled, Camille.

Maybe rich boy pissed off
the wrong vampire.

How are you guys
doing over here?

Tell me you got something.

It seems methodical, precise.

The wounds may have a special
meaning for the killer.

Not a formal ritual
but intentional...

And the things we do on purpose

we tend to repeat.

Thank you for coming.

I spent the night consulting
our ancestors.

They say we must remain strong
and to defend our homes,

but for now, no covens are
to expand into gentilly.

This decision is to keep us
from a violent turf war

with the vampires,

and it's final.

Excuse me, Kara.
I did not dismiss you.

Do not walk away from me.

Gnarly stuff.

Yeah.
The guy was torn apart.

I mean, there are no
obvious puncture wounds,

but whoever did
that had to be a vampire.

And no one heard any screams,

so he must have been compelled
to just stand there

and suffer.

You think this was us.

My guys know better
than to leave

a body in the streets.

Yeah? Well, how well
do you know your guys?

Dead bodies lead to headlines,

which means tourism drops.

We don't like to mess
with the food supply.

Marcel, maybe someone new
lost control.

Maybe you should consider
that my guys aren't

the only vampires in town.

You don't think this was Klaus?

Elijah says that Klaus has
been on his best behavior.

I've known the guy
over 200 years.

Best behavior ain't
exactly his thing.

Sooner or later,
he'll cut loose,

or maybe, he already did.

♪ ooh, ooh

♪ ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ she was born in New Orleans ♪

♪ New Orleans

it's a derivative fiasco.

Little atmosphere,
less technique.

The work is nothing more
than a celebratory ego trip.

♪ Lisa Sawyer, circa 1963 ♪

I wouldn't expect you
to host an art show

without compelling the critic
to speak to your praise.

And I wouldn't expect
an uncultured savage

to crash such a formal affair.

Ah, not my usual scene,

but that mouthy blood bag
does have a point.

Your work is derivative

of degas, I'd say.

Of course, I happen
to know that you compelled

degas to mentor you.

I always thought
his work improved

after your influence.

Finally, someone
with an eye for art.

Well, live long enough, you
develop a taste for it,

among other things.

Speaking of which,
can we please have a drink?

I am quite parched.

Ha ha ha!

♪ New Orleans

Hell of a spot for a picnic.

Yes. If you can tolerate
the mosquitoes,

it's actually rather serene.

Finger sandwich?

Trouble is you're trespassing.

This whole area is now property

of kingmaker land development.

In two years, it's gonna be
golf courses and condos.

I take it you're not
on the board of directors.

No. My team
and I are animal control.

There's been an influx
of wild predators.

My boss pays top dollar
to, uh, wipe them out.

Wild predators.

Wolves if you can believe it.

Killed a half-dozen last night.

This baby can take
a head clean off.

Hey. Anyway, um,

I'm gonna have to ask
you to clear out asap.

Ohh! Agh!

Call off your men.

You leave this place

and you seek
another line of work.

No more dead wolves.

I'm an independent contractor.

There are other teams out there.

I don't have authority to...

There.

You see the count de Martel?

You address him as "your grace,"

all other nobles as "milord,"

and when you speak to the count,

you should speak of hunting.

He loves his hawks
and his hounds,

and, um, bow deep,
milady Rebekah.

He also relishes
a healthy cleavage.

For God's sake, all of you,

stop looking up.

Touch me again, and I'll tear
your arms straight off.

Behave, Kol,

or I will bury you in
the ground to rot.

This isn't going to work, is it?

Just speak
as we practiced

and know that you
look lovely, milady.

Are you worried, brother?

We're placing our lives in the
hands of a stranger, Niklaus.

Lucien, you were sent
to fetch the Comte Du Guise.

Indisposed, your grace.

Gout.

May I present his children?

The lords Finn, Niklaus,
Elijah, and Kol.

Also the lovely lady Rebekah.

Your father never mentioned you
to me in all our dealings.

Yes. Your grace, do forgive us.

Uh, father was forever distant

with his travels,
and, uh, we were

largely raised by servants.

However, I do know
that father would consider it

a glorious honor
that we should be

introduced to society
by your noble hand,

your grace.

Your grace,
I look forward to hearing

tales of your hunting escapades.

May I present our sister?

Rebekah Du Guise
de Rochefort en Seine.

Charmed.

You have proven to be
an immense help.

Heh. Of course, milord.

Though I must say you don't
seem at all disturbed

about leading us
into your master's home.

My master is a cruel drunkard

who torments his
minions for sport,

beggars who seek succor,

vassals who cannot pay a debt,

like my own father.

Ah.

A these gentlefolk behind
their silks and their jewels,

they are slavers, killers.

Whatever evil you are,

you walk amongst
greater evil still.

What do I care if you
kill the lot of them?

Who are they?

Oh. They're
the count's children,

the lord Tristan and his sister

the lady Aurora.

She is exquisite.

Yes. Um, as her
brother is wicked.

Might I suggest that you
avoid them completely?

Would she really be
such a threat,

even to one like me?

The lady Aurora doesn't need
teeth to tear a man's soul out.

One need only stare in
her eyes and be lost.

Ah.

Oh, Kol... Kol was
a bloody loon.

Loved it.

And Finn... oh, Finn.
Finn... Finn was fine

as long as you didn't actually
have to speak to him.

Have you spoken to her?

Who?

Oh, you mean her.

As you well know, Aurora and I

parted ways centuries ago.

Please excuse me. There's
someone I need to speak to.

Hmm. Anyone tasty?

Stay here and behave yourself.

Always.

Well, I suppose later
is better than never,

but you are late indeed.

I'm not here for the show.
I have a problem,

and you weren't
answering your phone.

Who's the dirt bag eyeing
me like I'm a rack of lamb?

Old friend?

Old acquaintance, nothing more.

Old acquaintance?
You wound me?

He can hear us?
Is he...

Hard of hearing? Quite
the opposite actually.

A side effect
I inherited from Nik.

We can discuss
my discourteous friend Lucien

at our next little chat.

For now, let's preserve your
precious boundaries, shall we?

Someone tortured
and killed a local,

left the body
right out in the open.

I think it was a vampire.

Yes. Well, vampire business
is now Marcel's purview

or Elijah's when he's
not busy loathing me.

By all means, check with them.

♪ We get a second chance
tonight ♪

♪ We get a clean slate

♪ forget about
the past tonight ♪

♪ It's never too late

Hello?

Did I misinterpret
the kind of exhibition

you were attending?

I switched venues.

Aren't you the one who said
I deserved the night off?

Forgive me. Someone
needs to watch Hope.

I have an errand to run.

How ominous.
What errand?

A necessary evil.

I would rather our niece
not bear witness.

Fair enough.
Give me a minute.

I have an idea.

Your pretty friend seems
to have fouled your mood.

Why don't we go out,

paint the town red,
et cetera, et cetera?

Lucien...

What are you really
doing in my city?

News has spread, old friend.

Every vampire in the world
knows you've been attacked,

a number of times nearly killed.

Oh. Well, I can assure you

that all those
who stood against me

ended up either
desiccated, dust,

or dinner.

Yes, but what if it
had gone the other way, hmm?

When Finn was killed,
we all learned the truth...

The life of every vampire is
linked back to the original

who begat the line.

Kol's death confirmed it.

Two entire lines
of vampires wiped out.

As you can imagine, the treat
of it doesn't sit well

with those of us that remain.

Anyone fearing death
as a result of my demise

should come see me.

I'll be happy to reassure them.

Of course. Heh.

You and your siblings
are mighty indeed,

yet the attacks on you
do show that you

are not completely invulnerable.

While you've wallowed
in your family affairs,

your progeny have grown
somewhat restless.

The world is a finite
place, territory limited,

and even ancient
vampires are not

above vicious turf wars.

What if I told you there's
a growing conflict

between the remaining
3 sire lines?

Suppose one of them wanted
to annihilate the other

by killing Elijah, Rebekah, you?

So you came all this way
to deliver a warning?

Think about it.
Kill an original,

wipe out an entire line
of competition.

A tempting goal, made more so

by the fact
that your family is divided

and thus weaker
than you have ever been.

My family is hardly weak.

In fact, we are unkillable.

The last of the white oak
is gone.

Are you so certain
it's all gone,

every last splinter of it

banished for good?

Lucien, if you had
even the slightest inkling

any fragment
of white oak still existed,

of course you would tell me.

Easy, Nik.
You are my sire.

My fate is linked to yours.

If you want to know what I do

about the dangers you now face,

trust me enough to come with me.

There is something
that you must see.

I'd ask if everything was ok,

but you wouldn't be here
if it were.

You know, I was bored out of
my mind when I lived up here.

I don't miss it,
but things were a lot simpler.

And at least I felt safe.

What happened?

I was attacked.

One of my own people tried to
use a spell to ruin my hands.

What's next, my eyes, my heart?

They hate me.
I knew that,

but I didn't think
they would just revolt.

Witches in New Orleans
have a habit

of getting homicidal, all right?

Why do you think I was
so hard on them?

But I'm regent.
They should respect me.

I didn't sign up for this.

Sure you did.
You chose to be their leader.

The target on your back,
it comes with the job.

So what do I do?

Say the word, all right?
Me and my guys will...

You'll what?

They see me siding with
you against my own kind,

I'll just be proving them right.

"D," someone came at you.

It might be one today,
but if you sit back

and do nothing, but tomorrow,
there'll be more.

You got to respond
with a show of force.

If not me, find another way,

but it's got to be done.

Hello, sweetie.

We'll have to excuse
your auntie Freya.

I've had a few
big girl drinks tonight.

What the hell are you doing?

Oh, my goodness.

Where are my manners?

Permit me to explain.

Ohh! Unh!

Unh!

Lesson one of the hunt...

Lay the bait.

How precious.

And just in time for lesson two.

Please excuse the mess.
I've been entertaining.

Well, you never were
one for subtlety.

Heh.

You brought me here
to have a seance?

Something like that.

I present
my personal forecaster...

The lovely Alexis.

Don't tell me you're
here to scry

some future portents of my doom.

Alexis is no back alley
palm reader.

She's an expert cipher
of patterns, trends, cycles.

She's extraordinary
on the stock market

and never fails to guess the
winner of "the bachelorette."

A touch forward, isn't she?

I've heard so much about you,

the famous hybrid.

Your ancient heart beats
strong indeed

for someone in such danger.

If you have a warning
to deliver, luv,

best get on with it.

By all means,

but if you want the most
from the experience,

I suggest you feed on me.

As you do, I'll allow
you into my mind.

You can see for yourself.

Come on.
How long has it been

since we shared a real drink?

Drink deep, but beware.

What you broke is past repair.

All your oaths you betray.

Your sacred vows you sever,

and now you see
that nothing lasts

for always and forever.

3 yet remain, 2 already crossed,

yet in one year's time,
you'll all be lost.

As your family is undone,

you will see the beast
that is to come.

Ohh! Do you think
you can fool me

with bad poetry
and parlor tricks?

My visions conjure from you.

The threat you face
will be more clear

the longer I'm in your presence.

Kill me, you'll never
see what's coming.

You will provide me with
the precise location

of every last one
of those vulgar traps,

as well as the routes used
by any of your other men.

I... I don't know.

Unh!

Hayley.

Forgive me.
I... I thought...

I know who you thought I was.

Do you know where she is?

Judging by what
these hunters did,

the traps they set
and the blood I saw,

if she's not with her daughter,

she's probably dead.

You seem pretty convinced
Klaus had nothing to do with it.

Now that only leaves...
Thank you...

A couple hundred
vampires in the quarter.

That's the thing.

Even if we figure out
who killed this guy,

then what?

It's a vampire.

What are the police gonna do?

We'd be sending the arresting
officers to get slaughtered,

and if we warned them, we'd get
locked up for being insane.

Yeah.
That's New Orleans.

Our city, our streets,
not our fault,

but it is our problem.

Hello?

Hey. It's Kinney.

Wanted to let you know
you were right.

It happened again.

So if you're not busy,

I could use your brain.

Yeah. Of course.

I told you.

Something is coming.

You'll need me.

Aah!

I am Klaus Mikaelson!

I don't need anyone,

nor will I be warned
by lesser men!

I am the thing
that lesser men fear.

Then act like it...
Ha ha...

Instead of doting

on your pretty human girls

and pouting about
your family's disapproval.

Yes, you are Klaus Mikaelson!

You are the most ruthless,
wicked beast to ever live.

I came here to remind
you of that

because, quite frankly,

I've been worried
that you've lost a step.

I need no reminding of who I am.

That truth has been clear
to me for a thousand years.

And in those years, you've
acquired countless enemies,

and with the sire lines at war,

you now have mine, as well.

Anyone who would kill me
could now come after you,

and since I have

so many rivals

and because I do not
want to die,

I beg you let me help you.

From now on,
I am the only one you can trust.

I don't trust anyone.

Unh!

I thought you said
no vamp speed, Marcel.

Come on, Vincent.

If I move any slower,
I'll be going in reverse.

Ooh. Fighting angry.

Because they found
that second dead body?

You still think
it's my guys. Huh?

Don't matter what
I think, Marcel.

News breaks there's a killer
loose in the quarter,

tourism is gonna drop,

and who are your vampires
gonna feed on then?

Locals? No.

Not unless they want
a war with the covens!

Speaking of covens,
you remember Davina,

girl you were
supposed to mentor?

I offered her my advice
months ago.

I told her to make peace at
all cost, and she refused me.

All right. That girl's got
a bigger chip on her shoulder

than you do.

You got her into this. You
should be helping her out.

These witches keep messing with
her, she's gonna get angry.

You think that's gonna
end well for anyone?

Huh?

What the hell am I doing here?

Why am I trapped?

I used magic to draw you here

and to keep you
a captive audience.

Davina, I need to see
my daughter.

I'm sorry,

but there's something I need
you to do for me first.

Who's there?

You're on edge.

And you're trespassing.

You can't just come... I
mean, Klaus, seriously.

I didn't come here to quarrel.

I came to offer you a gift,

maybe in exchange
for one of our little chats

of which I'm in particular need,

given as my brother doesn't
bother to answer my calls,

and now my old mate Lucien
has swanned into town

with all manner
of troubling news.

Fine. If you want to talk it
through, come back tomorrow.

I'm afraid I need to
talk about it now.

No. No!

You don't get to just come
into my house uninvited.

Well, you already invited me
in once, luv, so technically...

Don't do that.

Don't be so flippant
and self-absorbed.

Right now, people like me are
out there getting killed

by people like you,

conveniently timed
with the arrival

of your old acquaintance,

and you just barge in here
and start mouthing off orders?

I get it.
You're a vampire.

It's a tortured existence.

I'm sorry, but do you
really have to be

such an insensitive
disappointment?

Wait.

That wasn't fair.

Keep the gift.

I painted it for you.

Klaus.

Good evening.

I wonder if we might discuss

your analysis of my work.

Aah!

Raah!

Noooo!

It won't be long now.

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