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Previously on "The Originals"...

I'm Rebekah Mikaelson!

Ruben: A witch named
Eva Sinclair

was stealing children
to channel their power.

It doesn't matter
what she's done.

I've still appropriated
her body without her consent.

The wolves need a new leader.

I can help you become the leader
your pack deserves.

Josephine: The treme coven wants
Vincent Griffith returned.

Agh!

Who are you?

Elijah: Vincent Griffith
is alive and free

from the influence
of my brother Finn.

If I have woken from my slumber,
then Dahlia has, as well.

Once she's sensed
your child's magic,

she will come for her.

Eat, Freya,
or you'll waste away.

Stubborn child!

You need your strength

so that I may teach you
to use the power

that runs strong
in our bloodline,

that will keep us warm
in the cold,

give us good health
when others fall ill.

With that power,
we will defeat our enemies.

We can stay young
and beautiful.

You need not be afraid.

Together... We will be
the strongest witches

this world has ever seen.

I want my mama!

Your mother didn't want you.

She gave you away.

This is your home now.

I am your only family...

And there is no greater
strength than family.

Aah!

No, no!

Stay away from the window
what's all that bloody racket?

Just stay put.
I'll handle it.

Handle it?
Handle what?

Marcel: Whatever the problem is,

you don't back up, I guarantee
you, it's gonna get worse.

Marcel Gerard, do you realize

you're harboring
a renegade witch?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Is that a fact?

I thought I told you
to stay put.

Well, I hate being told
what to do, so I ignored you.

Beg pardon, luv,
but I think this is all

a simple misunderstanding.

No. This is retaliation

for the evil you
unleashed last night.

Two of our children attacked
unmercifully, one dead,

the other missing.

All signs lead to you, Eva.

Wait. Hold on.
The witch that you knew

as Eva Sinclair
is gone, all right?

Her body was taken over
by Rebekah Mikaelson.

Is that your version
of an alibi?

Take her.

Elijah: That won't be necessary.

Miss Larue...

It would be a great shame
to soil the goodwill

of our recent agreement.

Now I am sorry for your loss,

but Marcel is telling the truth.

Rebekah now occupies
the body of Eva Sinclair,

and my sister is
innocent of this crime.

Now you have my word I will find
whoever is responsible

and make certain
that justice is served.

And now I would encourage
you all to leave.

You have till tomorrow.

After that, it won't
matter what I say.

Witches will stop at nothing
to protect their children.

It's an impulse I
know you can respect.

Klaus: There you are finally.

I was delayed.

Our guest of honor
will be here momentarily.

Strange. The house is
conspicuously absent

of our lupine guests.

I do hope it wasn't
on my account.

I sent Hayley and her
poorly groomed husband off

to spend the day
with their werewolf brethren

to test the limits of
their new abilities,

leaving me to deal with
family business as I see fit.

Niklaus, Rebekah's
situation has taken a turn.

We may need Freya's assistance,

so whatever you are
planning here, don't.

All I'm planning is
a simple chat

with a long lost relative.

You yourself said
to hear her out.

And you yourself said
that would be idiocy.

Did I?

Well, that does sound like me.

Regardless on the off chance,

Freya has some information
that could protect my daughter,

I prefer she share
it on my terms.

Ah. I think I hear her now!

Sister!

Well, come in, come in.

Make yourself comfortable.

Morning.

How you feeling?

Nauseous.

I can't concentrate.

I can't really do any magic,

but I suppose that was the point,
seeing as how I can smell

the lobelia flower you've
been putting in my food, man.

Can't be too careful
with witches, hmm?

Hmm. That something you learned

from experience, Marcel Gerard,

back when you controlled
the quarter witches

with all your rules and, uh...

Clk clk...
Public executions?

You know who I am.

That's good because I got some
questions that need answers,

and you seem to know
what happens to people

who don't give me what I want.

Mmm. I know you ain't
the king around here no more,

and I know you
can't keep me here.

I'm the treme, Marcel.

Witches from there, they're
a little bit of a harder breed

than what it is you're used to.

Yeah. They're gonna
want me back.

Actually, they already
do want you back.

Yeah. Matter of fact, they wanted
you back for 9 months.

Yeah. Check the date.

You might notice
a little time gap.

Man, what you do to me?

Oh, me? Hey. I can't
make 9 months vanish, no.

Your beef is
with a guy named Finn.

See, he took possession
of your body,

got into all kinds
of trouble, too.

Made some pretty nasty
enemies, I might add.

Whoa!

Look. I'll tell you
all about it, but first,

you got to tell me about a treme
witch that you might know...

Eva Sinclair.

Heh.

Sore subject?

Mmm. Heh.

I'm done talking.

Davina: Are you serious?

I'm supposed to drop all
of my work to help you

figure out your nightmares?

They're more than dreams.

Look. I came here hoping
you'd have some witchy way

to figure out what's wrong
and help me fix it,

though you don't look
so good yourself.

Have you gotten
any sleep lately?

No! I've been here
studying all this stuff

since Kol died, and I thought
you were gonna help me

bring him back
like you promised.

Look. I can't help Kol
if the witch he stuck me in

ends up taking me over.

There's something wrong.

I think the rightful
owner of this body

is waking up inside me,
and she's angry.

These are Kol's spell books.

I'm sure there's something
in here that can help.

This witch hoop, it's Danish.

Is that from when you all lived
in Copenhagen in the 1500s?

Quite the eye.

Forgive me. Are we here to
discuss family heirlooms,

or do we have
more pressing concerns?

Please excuse my brother's
lack of decorum.

He's been in a foul mood
of late, but he is right.

I did ask you here in the hopes

that you would share
some of Dahlia's secrets.

So without further
ado, let's get to it.

Ahem.

The first thing you should know

is that Dahlia's the most powerful
witch I have ever seen.

She craves more power still.

Right now, she is like me,

limited to one year
of life in a century,

but she wants to be free
of that restriction,

to gain true immortality,

and that is why she will come
here, drawn by your daughter

to take the child's
power for herself.

She will kill anyone
who would defy her.

And yet you would defy her.

I don't have a choice.

She will never let me be free.

My one chance is to align
with you and kill her.

Well, now that we're
all suitably motivated,

let's talk specifics.

For you to understand, I need
to start from the beginning.

After taking me from my family,

Dahlia used me to forge a new
brand of connective magic,

one that augmented my power,

even as it allowed her
to draw from me.

Take my hand
and begin your trance.

Both: Med dette seglet,
cum soluta nobis saman.

Med dette seglet,

cum soluta

nobis saman.

Med dette seglet,

cum soluta

nobis saman.

Med dette seglet,

cum soluta

nobis saman.

Freya, voice-over:
Once we were bonded,

Dahlia became unstoppable.

She wasted no time
proving her might.

The chief of a nearby village
threatened to run us off,

accusing Dahlia of witchcraft.

She decided to make an example
out of the entire encampment...

Men, women, children.

She killed them all
with a wave of her hand.

That was my first inkling
of the power that Dahlia had.

Over the course
of a thousand years,

she's only grown stronger,

and she will bring all her
power to bear against you

when she comes for your child.

Excuse me.

Rebekah, how are you feeling?

As if I walked straight
into a brick wall.

Any luck with Freya?

Luck is not the word
that I would use.

You should be here.

Fine. I'm on my way now.

Ok.

Aah!

Oh, ho ho ho!
You're getting faster.

Or maybe you're just
getting slower, huh?

Unh!

Keep your head up.

Low center, guard your face.

Aah!

Ow, ow, ow!
What the hell?

You left yourself wide open.

It was your idea to
come out here and spar.

I'm doing this for you.

Oh. For me?

You're the one leading
a pack of superwolves.

How long before they decide that
they don't want to take orders

from you anymore, huh?

Because the only way
you can stay Alpha

is by always
staying the strongest.

You guys done?

This macho stuff
is cute and all,

but don't make me come out
there and kick both your asses.

Look. If you got a problem
with the way I lead,

now's the time to speak up.

Klaus is acting like
we're on his leash.

You think the guys
don't see that?

Things are changing, Jackson.

Our people aren't
cursed anymore.

We're strong.

If any of them see
you as vulnerable,

then they're gonna
challenge you for Alpha

because that is what wolves do.

Are you putting yourself
in that category?

I'm looking out for you.

That's all.

Your stories are fascinating,

and Dahlia does indeed
sound dreadful,

but Elijah and I have killed
our fair share of evil witches.

Not like her.

What are her weaknesses?

She's paranoid,
obsessed with power.

She hungers constantly
for what's been denied her,

be it love or revenge.

Yes. I think I'm familiar
with the type.

When I was a child,
she would tell me

tales of her own youth,

of being victimized by
those stronger than her.

Dahlia vowed never
to be weak again.

She bargained for the firstborn
of Esther's bloodline,

intending to raise
us in her own image,

forming a coven of
her own from which

she could draw endless power.

That plan was foiled
the day she learned

that Esther had
ended her bloodline

by turning her
children into vampires.

And so the burden fell to me.

Dahlia demanded
I bear the firstborn

that would add to her power,

but I would not allow a child
of mine to live as I did,

as a slave.

So I vowed never to love, never
to have a child of my own.

Of course, the more I resisted,

the harder Dahlia
fought to control me...

Until the day
when she took the last

of what little freedom
I had left.

Take my hand.

No.

This is not right.

You've already taken
everything from me.

I will not follow you
into this madness.

don't be stupid.
I'm offering you eternal life.

We will sleep
for a century and wake

with a power unlike
any that's ever been seen.

It's what we wanted.

What you wanted.

Please do not bind
me with this curse.

Ungrateful child,
you will thank me for this

in one century or the next.

Magi somn et
immortalis, binde oss.

And so we slept, our magic
accruing over time

until we woke, filled
with immense power

and allowed to live
a single year of life.

That has been the existence

I have suffered for
the last 10 centuries.

Ha ha ha! Well...

It's quite the ordeal, isn't it?

But it does beg the question
why not end it yourself?

A high enough bridge,
a tight enough noose.

You must have considered it.

Long ago, I did consider it,

but Dahlia would never
give me even that freedom.

I would later learn
the spell made me like her...

Immortal

and impervious to harm.

So you see, I am like you,
a creature of great power

cursed for all time.

Cami, if you don't
want to do this...

Of course I don't
want to do this.

That guy practically
tried to kill me.

Well, not this guy.

Vincent Griffith is
just another victim.

Yes, but as of yesterday,
he was Finn,

Finn who lied to me,
who used me,

who tried to erase
me from my own body,

and now we're just
gonna hang out.

I mean, it's fine.
I'll do it.

I just need a drink first.

Bring him in.

Vincent: What is this, Marcel?

You're dragging me from
one dump to another

without telling me
what's going on, man.

Dump. Ouch.

And here I thought
a change in venue

might brighten your mood.

Maybe it's me, so
how about I give you a chance

to talk to my friend here?

You be nice,
all right, or I won't.

I'll be right outside.

Would you like to sit down?

Ok.

I'm Cami.

Look. Whoever you are,
you should know

this isn't gonna work.

I do not break, not for vampires

and not for pretty-faced
whatever you are.

Well, that's a relief.

The last time we spoke,
I got the feeling

you were kind of
obsessed with me.

You knew the guy
who did this to me?

I'll tell you about it
if you want.

And what's in it for you?

A little exchange of
information never hurt anyone.

Look. If you want to be
the guy in the room

who doesn't know where
he was last week, that's fine,

but if you want to
know the truth

from someone who had a front
row seat, sit down.

Elijah?

I expected you hours ago.

Yes. Well, I seem to have
lost track of time.

What's wrong?
Where are you?

That's just it.
I don't know.

You still thinking
about what Aiden said?

He's just trying to help.

Being Alpha's
an honor, you know.

It's one you have to
earn every day.

The pack is changing.

You know, we're gonna
face some challenges.

I just want them to know
that I'm here to lead for them,

put them first.

Look. The pack loves you, Jack.

You just have to
remind them of that.

Buy them a round of beers,

turn on that backwoods
bayou charm.

Worked on me.

What about our other problem?

Ahem. You mean,
our evil landlord?

Klaus acts like we're
his personal army.

I don't trust him.

I can handle Klaus.

We're a team, right?

You and I united
the pack together.

Are things changing?
Yes,

but one of those changes
is that we no longer

have to go through this alone.

It was this witch Eva.

The nasty, little cow
is inside me,

trying to bust her way out.

Freya is waiting downstairs.
Perhaps...

Have you lost your mind?

Tell me we're not
considering opening

our sister's head to someone
we barely know.

Nik, for God's sake,
she is our sister.

I've know it since she saved
me from the fauline cottage.

An act no doubt meant
to secure your trust,

perhaps for this very moment,

to strike when
we are vulnerable.

No. We've no way to prove that
anything she said today is true.

Niklaus, I understand
your concern.

Both of us are powerless
to help our sister.

Now either we leave
Rebekah to suffer,

or we place our faith
in the hands of someone

I believe to be our blood.

Right now, I'm inclined to give

the benefit of the doubt
to family.

I woke up last night.

I didn't know where I was

or how long I'd been there,

let alone that I'd lost
9 months of my life.

Marcel said the guy
who possessed me, this Finn,

he made a lot of enemies.

What'd he do?

He...

Terrorized the city.

He threatened
and manipulated his enemies,

tried to steal an innocent
child, and executed his brother.

Mr. Griffith, Vincent, what you
experienced was a violation

of a profoundly personal nature,

and whatever you're feeling,
I am here to listen.

That's just it.

What do I say?

Am... am... am I...
Am I supposed to feel bad

for these people that I hurt,

am I... am I supposed
to feel guilty for this...

For this man I killed?

I...

I'm sorry.

Hey. It's ok.
You're gonna be ok.

Did he...

Did I hurt you?

Listen to me.

You didn't do anything,

and whatever else
may have happened,

the only thing you
can do now is move on.

Rebekah.

It's good to see you again.

And you, though I'd
prefer better circumstances.

You needn't worry.
Elijah explained the problem,

and I can help.

Rather confident, aren't we?

The spirit of
the host body is powerful,

but I can cast a spell,
put you in a deep sleep,

and then suppress
this other essence.

You'll be just fine.

Lovely.
When do we start?

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

She spouts off
some magical diagnosis,

and we are all
supposed to applaud.

Nik, she's trying to help.

Yes, but for the sake of keeping

our options open,
why not write down

your spells and incantations?

That way,
we can have them double-checked

by an impartial third party,
say Davina.

She'd love to prove me wrong.

I doubt she would
understand my magic,

let alone have
the power to execute it.

Oh. So you're
our only hope then?

Seems rather convenient,
doesn't it?

I knew it would be difficult
to win your trust, Niklaus.

Your reputation precedes you...

But if we are to face
Dahlia together,

you will have to trust me.

Given the peril
that Rebekah now faces,

are you truly incapable
of giving me

even a chance to prove myself?

I know I appear as an outsider,
but I have dreamt of you all

for a thousand years.

Elijah, when you were
in Esther's womb,

she would ask me to sing to you.

I would feel her belly as I did.

Heh. How you would kick.

She would say, "it was
as if Thor himself

had raised his hammer"...

"And summoned
thunder and lightning."

Mother rarely mentioned you.

When she did, she would say

how enchanted you were by
the prospect of my birth.

How I wanted more brothers
and a sister more than anything,

but between Esther and Dahlia,
that wish was taken from me.

I was ruined by those
who raised me.

If nothing else,
at least we have that in common.

There is nothing that can
replace what was taken from us,

but I hope we can make
something better in its place.

All you have to do is trust me.

Nik!

Well, that's enough
of that, don't you think?

Right. Now we can have
a proper family meeting.

Who was that absolutely
necessary?

Oh, please.
She was insufferable.

That was ridiculous
even for you.

You've only just met her.

Let's not get sentimental.

Besides, if she was telling
the truth about being immortal,

she'll awaken shortly.

If she was lying, good riddance.

Yes. Of course, of she wakes,

she'll be willing to help us
with unbridled enthusiasm.

She played you both for fools.

Can you not see that?

She spins a sad yarn
about a small child

taken by an evil witch, and you
both fall over yourselves

to mend what's broken!

How can you be so certain?

Simple.

It's exactly what I'd do.

My only question now
is what's in it for her.

Well, whatever the truth may be,

she's in no position
to help us now.

Well, then we should try Marcel.

Perhaps he's had
luck on his end.

Surely he's put in
a better effort.

You know I'm right, Elijah.

We can't have an alliance
with someone we can't trust.

You don't trust her,
and that is your choice.

I only hope that choice comes

from a place
of reason, not fear.

Leave it to Marcel to have
the best view in the city.

Sometimes, I forget what
a beautiful city it is,

especially with all
the ugliness that comes with it.

Have you always lived here?

Mm-hmm.
Born and raised in the treme.

Lived through its ups and downs.

Then came the trouble
with the vampires

and some troubles
that was even worse.

I gave up on being a witch,
walked away from my coven.

I guess that's why I was easy
prey for your friend Finn.

Trust me, not my friend.

Marcel was asking
about Eva Sinclair.

You need to tell him
to get back in here.

There's something
he needs to know.

Ah! You're awake.

Well, clearly,
your restorative powers

are not renowned
for their speed.

You dare lay your hands on me.

Well, immortality
is a bold claim.

I had to make sure you
were telling the truth.

Why did you bring me here?

I couldn't very well
have you stay in my home.

That honor is something
I reserve for those

I consider family.

So you refuse me as your sister.

Well, you had a lovely audition.

It just didn't seem
to be the right fit.

I think Elijah felt otherwise.

Rebekah, too.

Yes, you did a fine job
of convincing them

with all
your melodramatic tales.

However, I suspect you
were not entirely forthcoming.

The truth is Elijah and Rebekah

can be a bit naive when it
comes to family relations.

Case in point,
their unending faith in me.

I repay that loyalty
by guarding them

against treachery
they cannot see,

and I sense that you
are treacherous indeed.

You wish to worm
your way into my family.

I want to know why, so,
sister, I'm going to give you

one last chance
to tell the full truth.

I suggest you don't muck it up.

You want to know why
I hate Dahlia?

It goes back to a man.

His name was Mathias.

We knew each other for one
perfect year in the early 1400s.

I loved him more
than my own life,

and Dahlia allowed
me to love him.

Of course. She wanted you
to bear her another firstborn.

I broke my vow
and gave in to love,

and that led to the darkest
moment of my life,

the day when I tried
to steal from Dahlia

that which she wanted most.

And what precisely was that?

My son.

Freya, voice-over: Mathias only
wanted our child to be born free.

For that, Dahlia
cursed him to death.

I knew I'd never be free of her,

that my child
would be born a slave.

To spare us both from the horrors
of the life I'd known,

I took a bottle
of Dahlia's strongest poison.

I gave you everything.

You dare to take what is mine?

Freya, voice-over:
I wanted to die,

for only death could
finally give me

the release I longed for,

but Dahlia knew that my death
was never an option.

That was the day I learned
that I could never die.

How can this be?

How am I alive?

The spell that sealed
our magic sleep

guards us from all
forms of harm...

But the spell did
not protect everyone.

No.

No!

My baby.

Mmm, mmm.
There, there.

There, there, my dear.

I will forgive you
for this eventually,

but you can never forget
there is no escape from me,

not even death.

It was Dahlia who made
me do what I did.

She turned me into a monster,
and I will destroy her for it.

Tell me, brother, is that the truth
you wanted to hear?

Whether I believe
you or not is no matter.

You told that tale in order
to garner my sympathy,

thinking the shared plight of
a child in danger would bond us,

but I will not be manipulated.

Whatever you choose,
one final truth remains.

Dahlia's coming for us.

With me, you have
a chance to defeat her.

Without me, she will
take your daughter

and make her a slave.

She will suffer as I had,

never knowing
her mother and father

because Dahlia will have
rendered you into ash.

Are you quite finished?

If there is to be
an alliance between us,

it will be one of my design...

And if you ever try to
control me again, sister,

you will spend the rest
of your immortal life

regretting it.

Then leave.

I already have Rebekah
and Elijah's trust,

and I'm not going anywhere,
but if I were you, brother,

I'd rethink your alliances
as you go forward.

Marcel: I filled the guy in,

but he's still a little
freaked out about all this.

Good. That makes us
a perfect pair.

Right.

Well, I can tell from your face

that you knew the previous
occupant of this body.

Rest assured, you're now
speaking to Rebekah Mikaelson.

So who are you?

I mean, now that you're
not my brother Finn.

Vincent Griffith.

I would say, "at your service,"

but, uh, that implies I
had a choice in the matter.

Ooh! He's witty.
Wonderful.

Now I hear you have
some information for me.

Just give me a second.

When they put Eva
in the fauline cottage,

I never thought
I'd see her again.

How exactly is it
that you knew miss Sinclair?

She was my wife.

Well, that is bloody fantastic,
isn't it?

We need to talk.

Do we indeed?

Have you come to
express your gratitude

at the courtesy I've
shown your husband,

or perhaps you want to thank me

for my efforts to protect
you and your pack.

All this tension with you,
Jack, and the wolves,

we need to put it behind us.

Give Jack the space he needs
to run the pack as he sees fit.

No more orders, no more favors.

He's Alpha period.

Heh heh heh.
I'm sorry.

Did you really think
I would ever agree

to let Jackson
control the wolves?

You will show him
respect, Klaus.

He is on our side, and he's
fighting for our daughter.

You know, I've spent
all day with people

who claim to be fighting
for our daughter.

Some I trust, some I do not,
but one thing is for sure,

that there is only one person

that I trust when it comes
to my child's safety,

and that would be me!

You know, you all seem to
think this is a democracy.

I assure you it is not!

If Dahlia is coming, then
she is a threat to my child,

which means I decide how to
protect her, no one else!

And if Jackson or anyone strays
from the course that I set,

then they will answer to me.

Now your husband would
do well to remember that.

In fact, I think I'll leave
it to you to remind him.

That way, when he does
inevitably incur my wrath again,

you'll only have
yourself to blame.

After today, I could
use a drink.

I see Marcel let you out.

Yeah. He's got a sense
of reciprocity for a vampire.

I told him what I knew,
but if Eva's coming back here,

I don't want anything
to do with her.

Too much history.

Ooh. As for you, stay
away from that crowd.

Do like me.
Make it a clean break.

Not the first time
I've heard that advice,

but if there's one thing
I've learned in this town,

we do better
when we're not alone.

I appreciate you
escorting me home.

Given that there's a witch
inside me trying to break out,

I probably shouldn't
be alone right now.

You're gonna be ok, I promise.

Funny, isn't it?

I've lived a thousand years,

and now I'm stuck in a body
that might swallow me whole.

Of course,
if Josephine Larue gets her way,

I'll be heading back
to that witchy asylum.

That's not gonna happen.

The point is,
for the first time in ages,

I'm quite vulnerable,
weak even.

It's an uncomfortable
moment realizing

that you're genuinely afraid.

It's ok to be scared...

And we are all vulnerable,
but weak, no.

Let me tell you something.

Klaus is the smartest
person I've ever met.

Elijah is... The stuffiest.

You're the strongest...

No matter what body you're in.

You need anything?

Perhaps I could use a drink.

Sure.

Be but a moment, milady.

Ohh!

You all right?

I honestly don't know.

I keep having flashes of memory,

but they fade almost
as soon as I've had them.

I don't suppose you'd
mind staying

just to keep an eye on me.

Yeah. I'm not gonna go anywhere,
all right?

Rebekah?

So this is where you live.

It's nicer on the inside.

Can I help you, Niklaus, or did
you cross the river purely

to critique my decor?

I thought you might like to know
I was moved by what you said

about my decision not to
trust our long lost sister,

so I waited until she revived,
and when she did,

we had quite a chat.

And your position
remains unchanged?

I looked in her eyes,
and I saw only anger and fear,

the will to do whatever
it takes to survive

no matter who she hurts.

I can use her to my own ends,

but I could never allow
so damaged a creature

to have a say in my plans.

You may not trust her,
but trust me, brother.

We may have had
our differences of late,

but we shall exercise
the same caution

we have always demonstrated
towards our allies.

Fine. I'll let you pursue it,
but should Freya betray us...

If Freya should even
attempt to betray us,

I shall bury her beneath
a thousand wretched torments.

I don't doubt it,
but what if you're too late?

What if Freya is duplicitous?

What if hope should be
harmed through her actions?

You won't have to worry
that I will never forgive you

because you will never
forgive yourself.

You will suffer a guilt
that will be impossible to endure.

A terrible fate
for one who cannot die.

Nothing will happen
to that child,

but we have to
consider every weapon

at our disposal, brother.

Dahlia is coming.

The only question is when.

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