The Originals

Previously on "The Originals"...

Who are they?

The lord Tristan and his sister the lady Aurora.

Lucien, what are you really doing in my city?

The life of every vampire is linked back

to the Original who begat the line.

Kill an Original, wipe out an entire line.

If you want to know what I do

about the dangers you now face,

there is something that you must see.

You have a warning to deliver, luv.

Best get on with it.

His prophesy is fulfilled.

You will all fall... One by friend,

one by foe, and one by family.

I'm Aya.

I was instructed not to leave

without making you an offer.

I don't have time for this. Get her out of here.

Let us help you return New Orleans

to what it should be with you as its king.

Who's us?

We are called The Strix.

Let her go, Elijah.

Tristan.

Marcellus, you would do well to be selective

about the company you keep in future.

By all means, help yourself to the good... stuff.

You want to dress me up in nice clothes,

all you had to do was ask.

I'll keep that in mind in the future, Mr. Gerard.

Thought you were someone else.

Perhaps my associate Aya.

Clearly, she made quite an impression.

She is an exquisite beauty,

and, in fairness, the violence was my idea.

Had you simply come willingly,

none of that would have been necessary.

So this is your version of asking me something nicely.

It's an invitation.

I believe Aya told you a bit about The Strix...

Who we are, what we're capable of.

Every few years, we gather to celebrate

our status as the most elite creatures

in the world, and in the rare instance

we feel we've identified someone worthy

of our attention, we open our doors.

What makes you so sure I'm interested in you?

You haven't hung up the phone yet.

I understand you fostered quite

a community here in New Orleans.

We can offer you a global network...

Resources, access, power.

You're a born leader, Marcel.

Why stop at just one city?

Maybe I'm happy with what I've got.

Somehow I doubt that,

but if I've failed to pique your interest,

by all means, disregard this call.

If, on the other hand, you feel you'd

be a worthy addition to our ranks,

join us tonight and don't be late.

something the matter, Elijah?

There something that you want to talk about,

like The Strix?

"I do hope that you can come, old chum,"

signed, Tristan.

I was picking up hope

when some random vampire dropped it off.

You care to fill me in?

This isn't your concern.

Oh, but it is,

so why don't you cut the protective macho crap

and tell me what's really going on?

I'm part of this family, too, Elijah.

I thought you, of all people, would act like it.

So what do you want to know?

What are you doing here?

I live here.

Yes, obviously.

I just hadn't realized you were back

from wherever it is you go to when you leave.

Perhaps I was thrown off by the lack of strange

gentleman callers perusing the contents

of my refrigerator this morning.

Your concern for my whereabouts

is touching.

I simply want to know who is here at any give moment.

I hardly think that's too much to ask.

Well, as long as we're taking attendance...

Oh, good. It's my not-so-loving elder brother

and my former one-night stand.

What a nice, normal family gathering.

Charming.

Elijah was just catching me up

on how you have no clue which one of you long-lost buddies

you can trust and which one is trying to kill you.

Well, clearly what the situation needs

is more opinions.

I assume you told her about the blood prophesy.

I was just getting to that.

Now would be good.

Well, it appears my old mate Lucien

has acquired a genuine seer,

and in an effort to prove his good intentions,

he got her to show us some rather dire visions

of future doom.

It's grim stuff, really,

not for the faint of heart.

Whose doom are we talking about?

Because if it's yours, then I think

we're all ok with that.

Ha ha ha!

Well, sadly, we're all on the chopping block,

but chin up.

This witch claims her visions

are constantly evolving,

so you may just get your wish.

Well, I want to meet this psychic witch...

Tonight.

Na zdorovie!

Ha ha!

There's my old friend...

Nik.

Hard at work ensuring my safety, I see.

By all means, come join us.

Business before pleasure.

Ah. Well, excuse me, ladies.

Ah, so you've noticed Gregory,

former navy seal.

Turned him personally to head my security team.

Yes. I've noticed a lot of new faces

at my favorite haunt.

It's strictly for your protection.

Your resources are extensive.

Ha ha ha!

And you don't even know the half of it.

Mm.

You see, mate, I have spent

several lifetimes building a company

devoted to shattering the very limits

of what is possible.

I have some of the most brilliant minds

in the world developing technologies

that you couldn't imagine.

With Alexis as your crowning achievement,

no doubt, the single cure

to the most terrifying threat

of all... The unknown...

Ha ha!... Speaking of which,

perhaps we should go pay your seer

another visit, see if anything

has snapped into focus in regards

to that mysterious threat against us

if, that is, you're prepared

to share your resources.

Of course.

Her visions are our greatest chance for survival.

Only regret... I didn't suggest it myself.

Alexis?

Alexis.

Perhaps you should place

your special lady friend on a shorter leash.

You don't understand.

Alexis doesn't go outside

unless she has to.

She's too sensitive.

If she's gone,

then someone took her.

I don't want your excuses.

I simply want her found.

Do you understand?

All the kings horses and all the kings men

couldn't find one prognosticating witch.

Ah, well. Takes one to find one, I always say.

What is it now, Niklaus?

Really, Freya?

Is that the way you greet the brother

you've spent your entire life trying to find?

Oh, I'm sorry. Are you not calling for a favor?

You're absolutely right, luv.

We need your help.

A dear, dear friend of mine has gone missing,

and we must find her.

Our lives depend on it.

And, I take it, I was the only one willing to answer your call.

Well, you're certainly the loveliest.

Niklaus, please tell your creepy friend

that just because he's good-looking

doesn't mean I won't turn him inside out

and hang what remains from a pole.

Freya, please.

I am asking as your brother for your help.

Fine. Text me the address.

Come on, Rebekah. You got to have something.

May I?

Thanks.

I'd wear my own clothes, but...

I don't usually lean towards formal wear.

I take it your husband is fine