The Originals

Previously on "The Originals"...

If this prophecy is fulfilled,

you will all fall,

one by friend,

one by foe, and one

by a family.

Till death do us part.

My husband died...

Because he loved me.

Davina is in over her head, and Aya knows this.

She will let Davina desire both brothers,

then test the spell's success by firing a white oak bullet

into Klaus's heart.

My sire line is broken.

Please, Nik, just kill me!

Behinds walls is where you belong.

Just know,

it was I

who took everything from you.

What's wrong with me?

You hemorrhaged an enormous amount of mystical energy...

Enough to create a nexus vorti.

Where did the energy go?

The blood of two brothers,

the ash of their dead.

I never doubted you for a second, Davina Claire.

You collect trophies

from all your victims?

Letters to their loved ones, to be specific.

It was a phase.

A phase in which we were forced

to learn a different kind of stealth.

You see, over time, Niklaus's enemies grew

so numerous, we had no choice

but to artfully withdraw from the world.

And then...

Well, I wouldn't exactly describe

our presence in this city as discreet,

wouldn't you agree, Niklaus?

We all saw

the white oak destroyed.

Plus, this city

was crawling with vampires, all of whom had no choice

but to shield me from potential foes.

Were I to die, they would die, too.

I couldn't have been more safe.

And now my sire link is undone,

and those very foes

will come for me like never before.

It's only been a few days since the link was broken.

Must you jump into crippling paranoia already?

It's a default setting.

And with good reason.

Well, Niklaus, if it offers you any solace whatsoever,

we've ransacked Aya's belongings,

torched Aurora's hunting ground,

and obliterated every last splinter of the white oak.

I would be mad to believe that.

Perhaps you should see a therapist.

Every last splinter?

You're sure?

Whew.

Come on, now, defense.

- Keep your hands up. - Up?

I'm at least a foot taller than Aurora.

Not that that'll stop her from kicking my ass!

Aurora?

I thought Klaus took care of her.

According to Hayley, he said he condemned her

to a fate worse than death.

Translation: not dead.

Which means, sooner or later,

I'm screwed.

She turned me, thinking it would make Klaus run back to her arms.

It didn't, so once she gets out,

wherever she is, ripping my heart out

will be number one on her to-do list!

Whoa there.

I figured he'd rip her head off.

He didn't.

So are you scared that she's gonna come for you

or that there's a reason that Klaus didn't kill her?

Or we can not talk and

keep hitting things.

I'd prefer we use our words.

I have a few matters I wish to discuss with Camille.

Matters of a personal nature.

To be discussed

within appropriate professional boundaries, of course.

Shall we?

You've been asleep for three days.

Regenerating from ash takes a lot out of a man.

You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now.

So what's stopping you?

Well, I can take the heat...

If it means I get to kiss you,

but letting the church burn down

to ashes may be considered sacrilegious.

But y-you were a witch.

The spell you used brought me back as I was

when I died in this body.

Kol, I've heard the stories.

When you were a vampire, you were...

A psychotic maniac.

But I didn't have you.

You're worth being good for.

I promise you can trust me.

At the risk of sounding too forward,

I need you to put a ring on this finger.

A family reunion is in order.

Kol, about your family...

I'm pretty sure Klaus wants me dead.

Morning.

O-negative and tequila.

For when you wake up all kinds of wrong.

Looks like I missed one hell of a party.

At my loft.

It's not every night you get to celebrate

having your supernatural link to a murderous psycho

broken by a blood spell.

- He said without irony. - Yeah, well, it wasn't

a party at Strix HQ.

We might be free of Klaus,

- but they are still linked to Elijah. - Hmm.

How long do we have to care about the Strix?

You've played undercover leader.

Why can't you just Pied Piper them the hell out of town?

The Strix are thinning out.

It is back to Nola business as usual.

I'm afraid our plans to vacate have been put on hold.

Three of our upper-level circle are missing,

including Fukuda, Bailey and Flynn.

In the wake of Aya's death, you can understand our concern,

though you don't seem to share it.

Tell me.

How do the Strix punish

insubordination, hmm?

Or should we check the charter?

All right, then, let's go see if we can find our missing friends.

Thought you were in the bayou.

Shh.

I just came home to feed Hope, put her down for a nap.

I'm heading back out soon.

Stop.

What is this?

Nothing.

I just got caught on a thorn.

You've been spending a lot of time with the Crescents lately.

Oh, they need me, ever since Jackson...

Do you need something, Elijah?

I came to check on Hope.

Niklaus is a little overwhelmed with everything.

Well, maybe he's right in being paranoid.

Seems like every time we pause to catch our breath,

someone ends up dead.

She'll be asleep for another hour.

- Do you mind? - Of course not.

Thank you.

You can't prove all of the white oak was destroyed,

and you can't live in fear of something

that might not even be there.

I despise feeling so helpless.

A few decades ago,

in the midst of his incessant pursuit of me,

Mikael disappeared without a trace.

No witch could locate him.

Of course, I lived as though he lurked around every corner,

until one day, I, too, disappeared.

Just cut all ties and vanished.

And Elijah?

I told him I disposed of our siblings' bodies.

To call it an estrangement would be a bit of an understatement.

But you don't want to be that man again.

I have more to lose now.

I can't be your therapist anymore.

Are you afraid vampirism makes you less astute?

Because, honestly...

I can't counsel you to let go of your paranoia

when I have issues of my own.

You left Aurora alive.

She compelled me to slit my throat, and you let her live.

In unending torment.

Camille, you are the reason

I will not grant her the mercy of a quick death!

She has to suffer

for what she stole from you.

I'm okay with who I am now, Klaus.

I think you're more concerned about what she stole from you.

It was him. It was Gaspar Cortez.

I assume this is someone from your box of letters.

The youngest son of a particularly vile family

of warlords I dealt with in the 17th century.

Didn't they burn that philistine pigsty into the ground?

Pigsty?

Belaga was my favorite artist retreat.

Someone had to pay for that, so I murdered

Gaspar's brute of a father.

- And? - And one or two...

- Five. - Five of his bloodthirsty brothers.

- Don't forget the mistress. - That was an accident!