The Originals

Previously on "The Originals"...

If this prophecy is fulfilled,

you will all fall: One by friend,

one by foe, and one by family.

And as you rot in the ocean,

remember my face, Tristan,

'cause it's gonna be the last one that you ever see.

Tristan de Martel

guided this organization for centuries.

I will not allow that defeat to hamper our cause.

Those dark objects are my family's legacy.

Give them back

or I will take them back

and I swear you will regret this moment.

The only thing I regret is failing to realize

how far you've spun out of control!

Somewhere out there is an elusive weapon

capable of killing an Original.

I'm calling to suggest we pool our efforts to find it.

Ariane. Come forward, please.

And what do you want from me?

Water will act as a conductor,

allowing me to enter your mind.

Did you see it? The weapon?

An unending darkness lies before you.

A pale horse.

I am released.

There is only one other person

capable of deciphering the witch's riddle.

The very person with whom I shared

my memories of that night: My trusted therapist.

The horse was made of the white oak.

That weapon is here.

How's it going in here?

We're cloaked.

For now.

But I can sense somebody's searching for you,

and my guess is it's Freya Mikaelson.

I guess that's what happens when you steal the one thing

that can kill her entire family.

I wouldn't have taken it if Klaus hadn't confiscated

my dark objects, so technically this is his fault.

You try explaining that to him.

I have it all worked out...

You put up a boundary spell Klaus can't enter.

If he wants what's his, he'll give me back what's mine.

Those dark objects were made by New Orleans witches.

I want 'em back just as much as you do.

Good. Then I chose the right partner.

Cami, you got to see the mess you're in.

You jacked the one weapon

that can kill the most powerful vampires in the world.

You got a target on your back.

- Klaus wouldn't hurt me. - Klaus ain't the only one that's gonna

- come looking for the white oak. - Then let's get this over with.

Vincent!

I'm sick of playing at a disadvantage.

It's what got me killed.

I'm going to take your silence as a resounding agreement

with my very reasonable plan.

- Now all I have to do is invite Klaus. - Cami,

are you sure you want to do this?

What happened to her?

This is what befalls anyone

who bargains with Elijah Mikaelson.

Ariane discovered the weapon that could kill an Original.

And since Elijah would never allow anyone

to posses so deadly a secret...

He killed her.

She was nice to me.

Then perhaps you won't mind spending

a little more time together.

You and the others will channel her,

search her mind and find the weapon.

It's a little disrespectful to the dead, don't you think?

Not to mention dangerous.

If Elijah finds out...

I know better than you how dangerous Elijah can be.

And yet, as he is my sire, my life

and the lives of the Strix are tied to his.

So...

I will not rest

until that weapon is found.

So that's how it is.

You recruit a witch from my city

and you don't even tell me.

I'm not in the habit of explaining my decisions

to subordinates.

She's just a kid.

Davina Claire is a former regent.

A shame she aligned with us only after her shunning.

But then, some things are beyond even my control.

Hey...

I'm not gonna let her be your puppet.

You are in no position to make demands.

If the prophecy is true, the Mikaelsons will fall

within the year and us along with them.

I have a plan that will keep us alive.

Perhaps you should focus on proving yourself essential to my plan.

Ah. Vincent.

I should have known Camille would seek powerful fools

to aid in this rather futile gambit.

As I send you off to join your ancestors,

just know this is her fault.

I was hoping for a simple trade,

but seeing as how everything you took

can't possibly fit in that briefcase,

I'm gonna go ahead and assume

that "simple" ain't exactly your style, huh?

Why don't you take down this barrier?

I'll show you precisely what my style entails.

Seriously?

I have an ancient,

mystical weapon of doom, and instead of agreeing

to my very fair trade, you're making threats.

There she is.

Traitor to my family,

- thief of that which is mine. - Don't be dramatic.

Like I said, I just wanted your attention.

And seeing as you're here, I'd say I got it.

Yes, a rather effective tactic.

One I usually reserve for enemies,

and here I thought we were intimates.

We are.

But relationships are built on trust and equality,

and we don't have either if you're confiscating my stuff.

And so your response is to steal what's mine

in an attempt to bend my will to your own.

I just want back what you took.

What, that's, like, a third of them?

So would you like a third

- of the white oak? - Are you really gonna do this?

Okay, listen, I'm gonna leave you two lovebirds alone, but,

uh, y'all want my advice,

y'all best to finish this up

before someone finds out what she took.

Okay, so what's the plan?

Cami's out there with the white oak and I'm not gonna lose

one more person that I care about.

Niklaus can handle Camille. Till then,

I'll keep Aya distracted.

Why don't you just kill her?

She and I have history.

You two had a thing?

Aya was a towering intellect

with an insatiable curiosity.

Passionate, fearless

and something of an outcast.

Long ago, I invited her...

to join a rather elite company.

I determined she was perfectly tailored

to bear the responsibility of an immortal life.

I made her like me.

She was one of the first Strix.

We cared for one another deeply.

Together we created

a fellowship unburdened

by the limitations of man.

It was the pursuit

of a glorious new world.

And then father...

Led by that unquenchable desire

to slay his children, Mikael descended,

accompanied by a small army. He laid to waste

everything that I built.

So... we had no choice but to run.

Come with me.

Aya did not.

So when Tristan found her, he rescued her.

She, of course, came to see him as something of a savior.

And in time, beneath his corrupted guidance,

they made the Strix what they are today...

a hive of depraved and ignorant savages.

And she's never forgiven me.

I'm not entirely certain I've ever forgiven myself.

Well...

Given all that,

how exactly do you plan on keeping her distracted?

With a little salt...

In an old wound.

We're getting nowhere.

Take some time, gather your focus.

We'll reconvene in an hour. And we won't stop

until we get what we need.

I know you're not a New Orleans witch.

But you did die here.

When I was a little girl I remember being told

that a witch who wasn't consecrated

would never know peace.

The ancestors may hate me,

but at the end of the day, witches take care of their own.

... Trinket I made

when we were children. A toy.

You found it, which means

you've come to kill me.

I think you need to calm down,

count to ten, focus on your breathing.

Is this amusing to you?

Endangering my family?

Am I laughing? I want to put this all behind us.