KLAUS: My siblings and I are the first vampires in all of history. Ripped By mstoll
The original family.
Three centuries ago, we helped build a town,
called New Orleans.
Now, a plot by witches has lured me back,
hoping that I will defeat a tyrant.
A vampire I created.
My brother hopes I will find redemption
through the power of family, a miracle child.
Part werewolf, part vampire.
A hybrid.
My sister is doubtful.
She thinks I am beyond redemption.
Despite my brother's best efforts, I have a plan of my own.
I will take back my home and reclaim what was mine.
I will be king.
MAN 2: The city of New Orleans.
People of all stripes and flavors, from all over the country,
come hereto party on our streets.
Some are just looking for fun.
Some are looking for something a We darker... more dangerous.
So, we invite them into my home and we give it to them.
♪ (ROCK MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
Then, a! the stroke of midnight, everything changes.
And it's time ta feed.
(SCREAMING)
This is how I keep my guys happy.
The occasional all-you-can-eat buffet.
My Nightwalkers love it.
Got 'em working hard, trying to earn one of these daylight rings.
They deserve to blow off a little steam.
My Daywalkers, the trusted few? They just like to party.
It's quite an operation.
Tell me, what about the victims?
Seems like a lot of graves to dig.
Can't kill 'em all.
Too many folks go missing, tourism drops.
So, we heal 'em with a little vamp blood...
...erase their memory, send 'em on their way.
No muss, no fuss.
I'm impressed.
Nothin' I didn't learn from you, back in the day.
Marcel.
What's up, Thierry?
Six of our guys were killed in a bar outside of the Quarter.
Nightwalkers.
No one saw who.
Elijah?
If not answering your phone is part of your clever plan to get me back to
this godforsaken city, then, well done.
I'm here and I'm worried.
Now, pick up, before I kick in your bloody door.
Who the hell are you?
Ah, you must be the maid.
My bags are in the car. Get them, will you?
Hello. Not the maid.
Right. You're that werewolf girl my brother, Klaus, knocked up.
I was expecting to see some kind of supernatural, miracle baby-bump.
Guess you're not showing, yet. It's Hayley, isn't it?
You have your brother's manners.
And his temper, too. So, watch it.
Where's Elijah?
Beats me.
He's long gone.
What do you mean, "long gone?"
Well, one minute, he was here, making epic promises about protecting me,
in this predicament that a bottle of scotch
and some bad decisions got me into.
He was all poetic about how we're family.
And then, Klaus told me he bailed.
Guess that's what I get, for trusting a vampire.
Elijah is not just any vampire and he doesn't break promises.
Which means Niklaus has done something dastardly and Klaus-like.
Klaus! Get out here and tell me what you've done with our brother,
you narcissistic, backstabbing wanker!
Enough with all the shouting.
Little sister, I should have known.
I assume the six dead vampires were your doing.
They were very rude.
Trying to victimize a poor, innocent girl,
just trying to find her way to the Quarter.
So sorry, were they friends of yours?
That's right, you don't have any friends.
I do have friends. I have Marcel.
You remember him, don't you?
Yes, of course you do.
He fancies himself the king of the Quarter,
and he has these rules about killing vampires.
It'll be fun to see what sort of punishment he comes up with for you.
I don't care about Marcel or his rules.
Elijah doesn't welsh on deals. What did you do to him?
Perhaps he's on holiday.
Or taking along, autumn nap, upstairs.
Well, go on. Take a look around.
You remember this house as well as I.
I remember everything.
WOMAN: I remember how the drunken fool of a governor hid away
all of our vampire sins, in exchange for gold.
I remember the lavish parties (he governor threw,
as if to impress you.
I remember finding a moment of affection
with the governor's son, Emil.
And I remember that even Elijah was happy.
(SUCKING SOUNDS)
Your brother, he's gone too far.
Niklaus, there is no hope for you, is there?
- Are we interrupting? - Yes.
No.
Dearest Elijah, you've only ever wished happiness for me.
Emil and I are in love.
Please, let me turn him.
(LAUGHS)
Rebekah, the governor has graciously agreed
to hide a lot of our indiscretions.
It would not do to turn his only son into one of us.
Please. For me.
It's not gonna happen, sister.
If we turned every man you dropped your knickers for,
then, human beings would cease to exist and we'd have no bloody food.
How dare you, sir?
- You would do well to-- - Niklaus. Brother.
Niklaus!
- Wait! - No!
(SOBBING)
Well, he wasn't good enough for you.
No one was ever good enough for me, Nik, you made sure of that.
Now, where is Elijah?
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
Where are you going?
It appears the night is not quite over, yet.
I'm off for another drink with Marcel.
Elijah told me your plan to take apart Marcel's empire,
Piece by piece.
I don't remember it involving you two drinking New Orleans dry, together.
I know you don't have many friends, Rebekah.
But what some friends do, when they get together, is they drink.
And when they drink, they tell secrets.
Marcel has, somehow, found a way to control the entirety of witches
in the Quarter and I aim to uncover the how,
so I might take it for myself.
Finding Elijah didn't make my to-do list, today.
Oh, and welcome home, little sister.
You. Wolf-girl.
I'm gonna search this house, inch-by-inch,
until I find what my evil brother has done to my good one.
You're helping.
The governor had lots of secret rooms.
I'll show you his favorite.
You think Klaus killed him.
We can't be killed, silly girl.
That doesn't stop Klaus from finding ways to torture us.
He has a set of mystical, silver daggers.
One in the heart sends us into a deep slumber.
Klaus gets his jollies from keeping us in a box,
until he decides to pull the dagger out.
That must be what he's done to Elijah.
This one's mine.
He keeps your coffin on standby.
He likes to be prepared for when his family members,
inevitably, disappoint him.
Elijah's isn't here. He must have stashed him elsewhere.
I feel sick.
Welcome to the family, love.
You should have run, the second you realized Elijah was gone.
Yeah, well, the witches have put some sort of hex on me.
As long as I'm carrying this baby, I cant leave New Orleans.
If I do, they kill me.
Knowing Klaus, he's planning a box for you,
the second you give birth to whatever's cooking in your tum.
I'm leaving, as soon as I find Elijah.
Being daggered in a box for decades sucks.
Trust me.
You best find a way to break that hex and run.
(DOOR SLAMS)
Hello?
Seriously, Marcel?
Trying to scare me?
I had nothing to do with the attack on your guys last night!
(POTS CLATTERING)
Sophie Deveraux.
My brother, Elijah, told me about you.
Know who I am?
Yeah, I know.
Then, you know I need to talk.
So, if I had to guess, knowing Klaus' history,
Elijah has a dagger in his chest.
It's a magical object. You're a witch.
Do a locator spell, locate the dagger, locate Elijah.
I can't use magic. It's punishable by death.
- Marcel's rules. - Marcel?
What do you think I'm going to do to you,
if you don't give me what I want?
Not much.
I've been linked.
So, anything you do to me, you do to Hayley.
Who?
Oh, right, the mumsy.
Well, luckily for you, Elijah seems to care about her.
Otherwise, I'd break your neck, right here.
How did Marcel get so bloody powerful, anyway?
He wasn't like this when I left a hundred years ago.
Marcel has a way to tell whenever there's magic done in the Quarter.
The how isn't relevant.
I'll tell you what's not bloody relevant.
A coven of witches who can't do magic.
Here's an idea, move away.
We practice ancestral magic.
This cemetery is filled with the remains of our witch ancestors.
Without access to them, we're powerless.
If we run, we're leaving our legacy behind.
Our home, our family.
Well, family's overrated.
Look at me, I'm back in a city that's given me nothing but heartache,
looking for a brother who's hell-bent on protecting a baby
I don't care about.
I find that hard to believe.
- You're here, aren't you? - I'm here for Elijah.
The instant I find him, I'm gone.
He was the one who idiotically believed this baby
would be Niklaus' redemption.
And now, he's missing, probably at the hands of Klaus himself.
You were foolish enough to believe that Elijah could convince Klaus
to go against Marcel, when everyone knows that they have a history.
- Klaus sired Marcel, I'm aware. - You don't understand.
Marcel is not just some guy that Klaus turned into a vampire.
Klaus loved him like a son.
(HORSE WHINNIES)
REBEKAH: I was there the day that they met.
We were burying Emil, the governor's only sun.
(BOY SCREAMS)
Or so we thought.
It turns out, the governor had another son,
from a mother that he owned.
(WHIP CRACKING, SCREAMING)
(GRUNTS)
What is your name?
Don't got one.
Mama wouldn't name me, 'til I turned ten. Case the fever took me.
Then it took her.
You're a survivor.
And survivors need names.
How 'bout Marcellus?
Marcellus?
It comes from Mars, the god of war.
And it means, "little warrior".
Perhaps there is hope for our brother, after all.
Klaus saw himself in the boy.
He remembered how our father used to beat him.
He, too, was the bastard child of a man who saw him as nothing
but a beast.
And that is why your plan will fail.
All you've done is bring back together two long-lost souls.
Without Elijah between them, who knows what they'll do?
Well, this is a far cry from last night's party.
Ah.
Huh...
In pursuit of the bartender from Rousseau's, I see.
She's a work in progress.
And yet, here you are, pining over her,
when you should be eating her for lunch.
Well, she must be special.
Business, first. The coroner called.
He's got my number, in case any dead tourists show up.
Let me guess. Dead tourists with a stamp on their hand
and vampire blood in their veins.
It happens. Someone takes a drunken tumble off a balcony
or into the Mississippi.
And today, I got two of them to deal with.
Excuse me, love. What's that you're studying?
Abnormal psychology.
Well, perhaps you can help me diagnose my friend over here.
He's been a little bit depressed.
Can't keep his mind off a girl.
He tells me she's a queen, fit for a king.
I think he should cut his losses and move on.
What's your professional opinion?
Be a nice guy, and maybe the opportunity
will present itself someday.
How about tonight? Nine o'clock?
I'll meet you, right here?
I'll take it under consideration.
Hm. Harsh.
I dare say, I've lost my touch.
Or you've lost yours.
Oh, hey, hey.
We're closed, sorry.
I just need one teeny, tiny, little herb. Please?
Which herb?
Crushed aconite flower.
Wolfs-bane? That's a poison.
Looking to kill a wolf?
Just a little one.
Gimme a minute.
Cut it with Jimson weed... A few drops in some hot tea.
That should do it.
Here.
It's an ugly town for wolves.
You're doing the right thing.
(DIALING PHONE)
Hey, wanna gain points?
Tell Marcel there's a werewolf in the Quarter.
KLAUS: You take me to the nicest places.
(GASPING)
Welcome to the land of the newly-dead.
I won't waste your time.
I trust you filled them in.
To be honest, not much in the way of potential here.
Yeah, well, I just lost six Nightwalkers.
I got holes to fill.
I'll keep this quick. That itch you feel?
That's the need to feed coming on strong.
A hunger for human blood.
Drink it, you're a vampire, don't, you die. Again.
This time, for good. Right here, in a body-bag.
Hey, what do you think? Cute, dorky girl or gay best friend?
Dealer's choice.
Dealer's choice, okay.
Whoever picks up this coin gets to live forever.
The other one dies.
Go.
(LAUGHS) Damn, girl! I said, damn!
How could you?
Get over it, Josh. It's not like I had a choice.
You would've done the same thing, but you're such a little weak--
Let her die in cold storage.
Got a thing about people who betray their own friends.
Come on. Let's go for a ride.
Go.
♪ (MARCHING BAND PLAYING) ♪
All right. That's it.
Tell me what else you've got.
(SWORDS CLANKING)
Attaque au fer! Now, counter-parry.
A hit! Palpable hit.
I'm gonna marry you, someday.
I would never marry someone who couldn't best me in a duel.
Another lesson?
Rebekah Mikaelson.
Come to teach me another lesson?
Last time I saw you, Royal Street was burning and you all were fleeing
the city from your daddy.
I thought you were dead.
You never looked back to find out.
Why are you here?
Elijah. I think Klaus has done something to him.
Stop, stop, right there.
There's one thing I learned about you Mikaelsons.
It's don't get in the middle of family feuding.
It doesn't end well.
There's nothing going on between us, I swear it, on my life.
Your life means something to me.
Give me the privilege of honesty, or that will cease to be the case.
I like her, and I think it's mutual.
But I haven't done anything about it and I wouldn't.
- Not if-- - And you won't.
I love my sister, but she lacks fortune when it comes to men.
They come and go for her. But I am the constant.
She's my family.
Well, you said I was family.
I have begged you to tum me into a vampire.
And I told you, I will turn you when you're ready.
You go near Rebekah again, and you never will be.
Even after all you've achieved, you're still scared of him.
No, I'm not scared of anyone.
If I find out you know where Elijah is...
...you needn't fear Klaus. I'll kill you myself.
Nostalgia's a blast and all, but I can't help you.
It's nice seeing you though.
Good luck finding what you're looking for.
I know that face. Woman trouble.
You're a dick, you know that?
Why didn't you tell me your sister's back in town?
I thought it'd be more amusing for you to find out for yourself.
Anything else that I need to know?
Only that she's grown considerably more insane in the last century.
Or maybe that it was her who killed my guys.
Doubtful. Unless that biker bar is frequented by small-town,
high school quarterbacks, I can't imagine she'd be interested.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Yeah.
MAN: Just got a tip. Someone saw a werewolf in Vionville Park.
Get a couple Nightwalkers to run it down.
Bring me back its head.
Well, I guess that solves the mystery of the murdered riff-raft.
Least my sister's in the clear.
About that, I don't have time for Mikaelson family drama.
You're my guest, keep your sister in line.
I'd have greater chance of draining the Mississippi with a straw!
Come on, Hayley.
One upset stomach and all this stupid drama is ancient history.
(SIGHS)
(BREAKING TREE BRANCHES)
Dumb move comin' into the Quarter.
You're comin' with me, wolf.
I have had it up to here with vampires telling me what to do!
Ah!
(MAN GROANING)
Now, that is no way to treat a pregnant lady.
I do hate bad manners.
This is why I told you never to leave the house.
Werewolves are banned in the Quarter.
I had a plan and your little stroll put it all in peril.
Leave him!
You've done enough, don't you think?
Leaving a trail of bodies like a roadmap to my door.
If I hadn't overheard this lot bragging about werewolf heads,
everyone here would be screwed.
And don't give me that crap about having a plan.
You've had all the time in the world to execute a plan
and no one's seen you do a damn thing.
Elijah made a deal to protect your child
so that he could save you from your selfish, rotten self.
But you obviously don't give a damn about the child or Elijah,
because what have you done to honor it?
I have done everything.
Let me spell it out for you, shall I?
From the day I arrived, Marcel hasn't trusted me.
From day one, he's had his vampires ingest toxic vervain,
which, as you know, little sister, protects them from my mind control.
I needed a spy.
Someone on (he inside, with me, who Marcel would never suspect.
So, I created a day zero and go! there first.
(WOMAN YELPS)
Hey!
Marcel had just lost six vampires, thanks to your little murder spree
and he needed new recruits.
Okay-
KLAUS: So I made the new one mine before he'd had even a drop of vervain.
Let's have a little chat about what you can do for me.
But we all know the real way to a man is through his heart.
So.
My mate, Marcel. Nice bloke, don't you think?
No.
He's charming, sexy, confident, incredibly hot.
But let's be honest, he's a bad boy, right?
Like you.
And right now, I only need good in my life, not someone who's--
Tragically wounded and damaged by demons he can't escape?
The damaged ones, they're not good.
At least, not for me.
I understand, I do.
However, give him one chance.
Then, I need you to tell me where he goes and who he sees.
And this one. I'm gonna drain him of vervain.
Compel him to believe his mates found religion and moved to Utah,
so that he can explain to Marcel why he lost three more vampires tonight.
Does anyone have any more questions?
No? Good. Because I have a question.
Hayley, what were you doing, in the bloody French Quarter,
in the first place?
- Answer me! - Leave her be.
You wanna know what I was doing?
I was buying poison. So I could put your little baby out of its misery.
(CHOKING)
Nik!
Keep your hands off her, she is pregnant for God's sake!
(GASPING)
All of this bluster about not wanting the child,
and then the second she tells you she's ready to get rid of it...?
It's okay to care.
It's okay to want something.
That's all Elijah was trying to do, all he's ever wanted for you.
All we've ever wanted.
I gave Elijah to Marcel.
What?
Marcel was nervous.
Bad enough one Original return to town, but two?
His crew was getting antsy.
He wanted Elijah gone, so I gave him a peace offering.
You bartered our brother.
I have a plan.
Gain Marcel's trust, dismantle his empire,
honor Elijah's wish that that baby be born.
I am executing that plan the only way I know how.
If you don't like it, there's the door.
See if I care.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
I know you don't know me very well, but thanks.
I appreciate what you did in there.
Us girls have got to look out for each other.
What is it with you two?
You say you hate him, but the way you deal with him it's so clear.
Even when you hate him, you still love him.
I guess when you spend a thousand years with someone,
deciding to quit them is like losing a part of yourself.
But sometimes the hate is just so powerful.
Emil wasn't the only boyfriend of mine that Klaus killed.
He did it again and again, every time I found someone to care about.
He just kept doing it until, finally, I stopped falling in love.
He said he was protecting me from my mistakes,
that no one was ever good enough for his little sister.
Until one day, someone was.
How was the river?
It was cool, sweet.
I should go talk--
(GASPING)
- My brother will kill you. - Then I'll die smiling.
Did I not warn you?
Klaus, I beg of you! He's not like any other.
You saw it in him from the very first day.
You saved him. Protected him.
You raised him.
You cannot kill him.
(SWORD CLATTERS)
You are right, I cannot.
But you, dear sister,
need a lesson in what you can and cannot take from me.
If you know Marcel has Elijah, why don't you just get him back yourself?
Because if I cross my brother, there's still a coffin downstairs
with my name on it.
Oh, my God.
I found them under your coffin.
So, if a couple of antique steak knives were the only thing stopping
you from getting Elijah back, then, here you go.
(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)
I sent everyone home for the night.
I am your humble host.
Well, okay. Extra points for flare.
And the night's just started.
What made you decide to come?
Everyone deserves a chance.
You lied to me. Where's my brother?
Hello to you too. Cami, Rebekah. Rebekah, Cami.
I see you still have a thing for blondes.
Hey!
Tell me where Elijah is.
What the hell is going on?
Tell me where he is or I will kill you!
No, you won't.
Perhaps you're right.
(GASPING)
But I will kill her.
Let her go. You won.
I'll take you to see Elijah.
(CHOKING, GASPING)
What the hell are you people?
Sh... It's okay. Go home.
Forget all this and just know that I will make it up to you. I promise.
You want to see Elijah? Fine, follow me.
Invite me in.
Gotta ask the lady of the house, Davina.
Come on out, sweetheart.
Invite her in.
Come in.
I wouldn't do that.
Who the hell are you?
Davina.
She's an old one, isn't she?
Yeah. Rebekah is an Original.
Which means she can't be killed.
She doesn't seem very nice.
She can be.
But she hasn't been very nice to me tonight.
Then I'm afraid it's time for you to leave.
(SCREAMING)
Well, it's about time.
I was bored waiting.
But I did so want to see your face and it is, indeed, priceless.
You bastard. What day is it?
Sunday.
I have been daggered for a whole week?
Marcel, what have you done to him?
It's 1887, Rebekah.
You've been daggered for 52 years.
What?
And don't worry about Marcel, I presented him with a choice.
He could choose to undagger you and live out the rest of his human days
-with you or... - No.
...I could turn him, instead, as he's always wanted,
in exchange for giving you up.
No. He wouldn't do that to me.
Oh, but he did.
(DOOR OPENS)
MARCEL: Welcome back, Rebekah.
You were out for quite a while.
Where am I?
How'd I get here?
You upset Davina.
I'm glad you two finally got to meet.
Now, you know what you're dealin' with.
Is this my old room?
It's mine, now.
Just like this town is mine, Davina's mine and Elijah's mine,
until I feel like giving him back.
What was once yours, what was once your brother's, it's now mine.
And don't ever touch Cami again.
I didn't use it.
You're awake.
I could barely sleep all night.
This house is like a freaking swamp sauna.
What stopped you?
You could've been free of all of this.
Of me.
Yeah, well, when I was fighting off those vampires,
I realized I wasn't just protecting myself.
Maybe it has to do with the fact that my birth-parents gave me up
and my adopted parents kicked me out.
All I know is, push came to shove
and I realized I wouldn't let anyone hurt it.
I'm beginning to think we're a lot alike, you and I.
We're both cast-offs who've learned to fight
when we're backed into a corner.
Well, we're backed into a corner now.
That we are.
It's time to fight...
...little wolf.
This whole thing with Marcel, the deal you have with the witches,
trying to take him down, take what's his...
Rebekah told me that you two once loved each other like family.
What happened?
I made Marcel everything that he is.
I treated him like a son.
And when my father chased me and my family from New Orleans,
a hundred years ago, we believed Marcel was killed.
We each mourned him in our own way.
Yet, when I returned, I found not only had he survived,
he had thrived.
Instead of seeking us out, instead of sticking together as one,
he made a choice to take everything my family had built
and make it his own.
Now, he is living in our home, he is sleeping in our beds.
That "M" he stamps everywhere...
It's not for 'Marcel'.
It's for 'Mikaelson.'
I want it all back.
And if I have to push him out to get it,
then that's exactly what I'll do.
I'll have someone see to the air conditioning.
You were right.
The girl, Cami, she's the key.
Marcel likes her and because of that,
I got to see this secret weapon of his that you've been going on about.
Well, don't stand on ceremony. What is it?
It's not a "what", it's a "who." A girl, Davina.
She can't be more than sixteen and I've never felt power like that.
A witch.
She's not just any witch. She's something I've never seen before.
Something beyond powerful.
And now, because of you, she has Elijah.
Who knows what she could do to him?
Where is she?
That clever bitch.
I don't know.
What's wrong?
She wiped my memory of the location.
Marcel possesses a weapon bigger and more powerful than an Original
and you handed our brother to him!
How many times will Elijah forgive you?
How long until his hope for your redemption finally dies?
I did what I had to do!
Marcel took our home!
And our home is worthless without family.
I am finding Elijah.
Whatever it takes.
Are you going to help me?
Whatever it takes.
I'm sorry about that unpleasantness.
She doesn't scare me.
None of them do.
I didn't think they would, honey.
But the thing is, it seems like they're here to stay.
They don't belong here.
It might be kinda tough to convince them of that.
Which is why I need to ask you for a favor.
I'm gonna need you to figure out how we kill an Original. Ripped By mstoll
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