The Originals

Previously on "The Originals"...

Right now, people like me are out there

getting killed, conveniently timed

with the arrival of your old acquaintance.

He's the first person you ever turned.

He's the first of your sire line.

So you say that you're in conflict

with those of my sire line.

Am I to assume that the lord Tristan de Martel

is up to his usual tricks?

This is no quarrel, Elijah.

We are on the brink of war.

Tristan knows that if he kills Klaus,

he will eliminate all his enemies.

If this prophecy is fulfilled.

You will all fall... one by friend,

one by foe, and one by family.

The lady Aurora, she is exquisite.

I'll be in New Orleans shortly.

Don't start the party without me.

I never meant for you to know me.

I never meant to let you in...

But then I should not have kissed you...

Not the first time...

Certainly not the second...

But there is a light in you so bright,

it makes me feel like the man I wish I was...

And forget the thing I am.

I am chained to certain hungers

and have damned another to my fate.

You have seen what we do...

we hunt, we feed, we kill...

Aah!

But what I am I cannot answer...

my family are the first;

there is no name for it...

But I also desire deeply...

And I can love, as I love you.

It was the most beautiful letter

I'd ever received,

and I did love him

with all of my heart...

But then eventually, our love,

like the letter, crumbled to dust.

Deliver this, will you,

with my special instruction?

So my first sire wants to kill you.

Yours wants to kill me.

Makes you regret turning any vampires

in the first place.

Well, the division of labor seems crystal clear...

two of them, two of u...

us.

"Roses are red. Lavender is blue.

Come find me before I find you."

I remember her a better poet.

Oh, I wouldn't say that this is lacking in poetry.

She wants us to find her, so let's.

You're so eager, Niklaus.

Last time you even said her name was

a thousand years ago when you told me

never to speak it again in your presence.

So I'm to wait till she leaves

her little calling cards all over my home.

There's something you should know.

When mother seized control of my mind,

unleashing those monstrosities

that lurk behind the red door,

I saw something.

Aurora was there.

If you mean to confess a thousand-year-old secret

that will divide us after our hard-won

reconciliation, then te absolvo, brother.

There is nothing you could have done

involving her that would be worse

than what she did to me.

Please do not dismiss this, Nikla...

whatever it is, it can wait.

We have a plate of here-and-now problems,

and I mean to clear it.

If it makes you feel any better,

we can kill Aurora together.

Then neither of us need play

her little mind games ever again, hmm?

So there is an active serial killer at large,

and the city's response is the throw

a serial-killer-themed festival.

Axeman's Jazz Fest is a big deal, Cami.

Ain't nobody gonna sit that out

because some active, second-tier serial killer

is on the loose, and as far as killers go,

Axeman is the best this city's ever had.

What? The year was 1919, and after terrorizing

the city or months with an actual ax,

he writes a letter to the "Times-Picayune,"

claims he's a demon.

He says he's gonna kill thousands

the next night.

Only way he wouldn't was if every house

in the city threw a party and played jazz

as loud as it could.

Every single house in the city did.

No one died. Ha-ha!

Now, some people think it was a vampire.

He was actually a witch.

How do you know he's a witch?

Oh, he's a witch.

The day he chose was Fete de Kado.

That's the day that every witch gives

a gift to the city in the hopes

that the city gives one back.

Now, Axeman's idea of a gift

was not murdering people for a day,

and in return, look, this city threw him

the greatest party it has ever seen.

Wait, so what you're saying is, while frat boys

celebrate an ax murderer, the witches are having

their version of Christmas, which makes them all

easy pickings for whoever our killer is.

You still think our playboy vampire

is the best lead we got?

My gut's telling me he's involved somehow,

which means if he kills again, it's my fault

for convincing Klaus not to kill him,

so I want to keep tabs on him.

Well, well, well. Speak of the devil.

Brother, she could be anywhere.

How, exactly, do you intend to find her?

She'll leave a mark.

That is, after all, her favorite game.

Oh... Oh...

Well, that was fun... delightful,

- delirious... - Ha-ha!

Delicious fun.

Mm...

Ah, and yet

you would appear to want more.

I fear I've not satisfied you.

Your fears are absurd.

- Ha-ha! - Ha-ha!

I'm not fragile, you know.

You do not have to treat me so gently.

I do not wish to hurt you.

Well, then make me like you.

Do to me what you did to Lucien.

You know not what you ask.

Well, I know we'd no longer

have to hide our love...

not from my father, my brother,

not from anyone.

If I were like you, I would be beholden

to no one, and we could be together

truly with no boundaries.

You are perfect just the way you are.

Take, for example, these lovely, long locks.

Hmm, now, how did you manage to capture

the scent of a summer's day

in the tresses of your hair?

This mark that you speak of,

see nothing, brother.

I knew you would find me.

Hello, my sweet love.

I have to pick one. Orange or purple?

Did you seriously call us here to play "Fashion Police"?

Ok. I know this is sacred oil,

but can we please not do that right now?

Thank you.

Sorry. Thanks for coming.

Like we had a choice, Davina.

Either we do your bidding

or you blow out that candle of yours

and you turn us back into wolves,

so we're pretty much your slaves.

Now, Hayley, come on. This is the deal we made.

Let's let her say her piece, hmm?

What do you want?

This is my first kado as regent.

Since I represent the city, the covens

have to pay tribute to me,

and I throw them a party.

I need them to respect me, but this is

the first public event since...

since you had me kill those witches

in the ninth ward?

I have a feeling it might not go so well,

especially since Van Nguyen blames me

for what happened to his mom.

He vowed to get back at me.

Actually, he said he would erase me.

I mean, who even talks like that?

So you want us to be your bodyguards.

Look. I know that you're not exactly

thrilled with me right now,

but if I die, that candle's magic dies, too,

and then there's nothing stopping you

from changing back into wolves.

Well, why don't you stay with Davina,

and I will check out the crowd?

I'll keep you alive,

but if you wear that awful, orange scarf,