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.

- But now my sire link is undone. - You're going to run.

Don't stop driving until

you're absolutely certain that you are safe.

You don't have to remind me

how precious my cargo is.

The spell you used brought me back

as I was when I died in this body.

It's worse than I remember.

The rage, the hunger...

It's been growing worse since I came back.

There was never any hope for you, brother.

Finn.

And the spell decreed

that the white oak tree that gave us life

could also take it away.

The Ancestors...

They want me to help him.

Hello, luv.

A Mikaelson witch,

a white oak bullet,

and I'd say we have the recipe for some real fun.

After all that flirtation,

this is your idea of a first date?

Think of it as a date with destiny, luv.

Though I admit, three is a crowd.

Vincent is a necessary evil, I'm afraid,

here to keep you in check should you misbehave.

Yeah, you're leaving out the part

where I ain't exactly here of my own volition, man.

The Ancestors must have lost their damn minds.

Quite the opposite.

I've never dealt with a saner bunch.

See, when I arrived in New Orleans,

I made them a deal.

Upon my request, they would grant me access to the Regent,

and in exchange, I'd provide for them

a world without the Originals.

Ah... didn't take much convincing.

They do despise your family.

We're here.

Yeah, but where the hell is "here," man?

What...?

How disappointing!

Two powerful witches who cannot sense

when you're treading on hallowed ground?

Welcome... to Mystic Falls.

The place where it all began.

Where Esther Mikaelson created the vampire species.

Under the shade of the infamous white oak tree,

she crafted the spell that turned each of her children,

and I mean to replicate that spell.

I have everything I need

to become what I deserve to be.

You want to become an Original.

Do I look like the sort who'd settle

for some shoddy Original model?

I intend to be an upgrade.

You're insane

to think I'd ever help you craft any spell.

Oh, no, no, no, you misunderstand.

Vincent will handle the spell.

From you...

I need something a bit more intimate.

Seems your friend stood us up.

Vincent's not exactly my friend.

Well, since we bothered to be the only ones who turned up,

it would be a shame to leave empty-handed.

Why not head back, get up to no good?

Something's not right.

Vincent said we were up against a "common threat."

Now he's missing.

St. James is the one place in New Orleans

where magic doesn't work.

Why would a Regent want to meet somewhere

where he can't do magic?

Davina, I'm trying to warn you.

This is his.

Davina, listen... I know we are not

on the best of terms, but I need you to listen to me, okay?

Um, we're in serious trouble.

Now, I'm recording this here because it's...

it's free from magic,

and magic is our enemy.

The Ancestors got me on the hook

doing some pretty twisted magic and I want no part of it,

but they're forcing me to help Lucien Castle.

And if you don't help me,

Freya Mikaelson's gonna die.

Before they forced me to take her,

then they had me put up a cloaking spell,

so we can't be tracked.

Now, Lucien's taking us out of town someplace,

I don't know where...

but there's a loophole.

Just how am I the loophole?

Last year, when Esther first brought us back,

I got put in the body of a gormless twit,

but you got housed in one of the most powerful

witch bodies in the city: Vincent's.

And even after all this time, there's still an echo

of a body-soul connection between you two.

And Davina, that's where you come into play.

I need a powerful witch that's off the Ancestors' radar.

I want you to find

the thread

between me and Finn.

Have you ever done anything like this?

I don't even know if it's possible.

But I do have Vincent's blood.

If I can take Finn's blood

and do the spell right,

I should be able to track Vincent down.

I should have sensed

something was wrong when Freya didn't call.

Now Lucien has a head start.

Go, witch.

Tend to your spells.

I won't rest until she's found.

Behold, the selfless martyr.

First, he wants to rip Davina's head off

for trapping him in his body.

Now he can't wait to be spelled.

Finn...

you and I shall go together.

Kol, you stay here

- with Davina, please. - You're going with him?

So the two people responsible

for not destroying the white oak when they had the chance,

thus putting us in this bloody mess,

are now off to try and fix it.

That's just marvelous.

I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

Kol, look at me.

I don't know this magic.

I need your help.

Come on.

Let's go.

Let us begin.

Do not give me orders, brother.

And make no mistake.

I do not look to you as an ally,

or even family.

The only reason I tolerate your presence

is the hope of finding Freya.

If you find him, don't esitate.

Hope's down for the count.

She fell asleep as soon as Mary started the car.

I doubt she'll miss either of us over the next few days.

So...

which of these Kingmaker offices should we hit up first?

There's ten of them.

What?

Lucien has revealed his true nature.

He's taken Freya.

And now it seems her rescue depends

on Elijah working with my ever-reliable brother Finn.

Oh.

And you want to go back to New Orleans to head up the hunt?

Fine.

You should go.

I'm sticking with Kingmaker, though.

Lucien's working very hard to cover up these wolf kidnappings

and I want to know why.

No.

The wolves, Freya's abduction...

it can't all be coincidence.

We'll let my brothers pursue the obvious path.

You and I... will pursue this one.

No doubt all roads...

lead to the same treacherous bastard.

Okay.

Okay, man, that's enough!

Hmm, right you are.

That should just about do it.

Here, let me see it.

Enough!

There is a spell that needs doing.

Lest the Ancestors melt

that precocious little brain of yours.

What's that?

That's not exactly need-to-know.

This part's all you.

This is it.

This is the spell that created the Originals.

Took an entire coven ages to reverse-engineer it.

And then I had to get my hands on this.

No.

No way, man.

I'm not doing this for you.

Wh... Ah! Ah...

Seems the Ancestors beg to differ.

Now get to work

like a good chap.

They should keep heading northeast.

What, northeast?