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House of the Rising Son part 1

My siblings and I are the first vampires in all of history, the original family. centuries ago, we helped build a town called New Orleans. Now a plot by witches has lured me back, hoping that I will defeat a tyrant, a vampire I created. My brother hopes I will find redemption through the power of family, a miracle child, part werewolf, part vampire, a hybrid. My sister is doubtful. She thinks I am beyond redemption. Despite my brother's best efforts, I have a plan of my own. I will take back my home and reclaim what was mine. I will be King.

"The city of New Orleans... People of all stripes and flavors from all over the country come here to party on our streets. Some are just looking for fun... Some are looking for something a little darker, more dangerous. So, we invite them into my home and we give it to them."

Diego, shows a flier to two tourists the flier that says ABATTOIR WHERE THE PARTY NEVER ENDS

"Then, at the stroke of midnight, everything changes, and it's time to feed."

Marcel leads Klaus around a balcony overlooking the party. They watch as Marcel's vampires feed ravenously on the humans, who scream in terror.

"This is how I keep my guys happy: the occasional, all-you-can-eat buffet. My night-walkers love it. I've got 'em working hard, trying to earn one of these daylight rings. They deserve to blow off a little steam. My day-walkers, the trusted few – they just like the party."

Klaus notices a crest of some sort engraved on the stone wall below

"It's quite an operation. Tell me – what about the victim? Seems like a lot of graves to dig." "Can't kill 'em all. Too many folks go missing, tourism drops. So, we heal them with a little vamp bl*od, erase their memory, send them on their way – no muss, no fuss." "I'm impressed." "Nothing I didn't learn from you back in the day." Thierry, one of Marcel's vampires, approaches the two. "Marcel. "'Sup, Thierry?" "Six of our guys were killed in a bar outside of the Quarter. Night-walkers. No one saw who."

While Marcel receives this news, Klaus looks away. You then see Rebekah driving her red convertible. She checks herself in the rearview mirror, wipes a drop of blood off her cheek, smiles and keeps driving. Then she called Carter and they talked for a little while. Rebekah parks in front of the Mikaelson mansion, leaving a message on her phone as she gets out. Hayley, inside, hears something and walks warily down the stairs.

"Elijah, if not answering your phone is part of your clever plan to get me back to this godforsaken city, then well done. I'm here, and I'm worried. Now pick up before I kick in your bloody door." Rebekah walks up the front steps and opens the door. She walks in as Hayley comes down the stairs, wielding a fire iron. "Who the hell are you?" "Oh, you must be the maid. My bags are in the car – get them, will you?" Hayley, smiling wryly, puts down the iron poker. "Hello. Not the maid." "Right. You're that werewolf girl my brother, Klaus, knocked up. I was expecting to see some kind of supernatural, miracle baby bump. Guess you're not showing yet. It's Hayley, isn't it?" "You have your brother's manners." "And his temper, too, so watch it. Where's Elijah?" "Beats me. He's long gone." "What do you mean, "long gone"?" "Well, one minute he was here making epic promises about protecting me in this predicament that a bottle of scotch and some bad decisions got me into – he was all poetic about how we're family – and then Klaus told me he bailed. Guess that's what I get for trusting a vampire." "Elijah is not just any vampire, and he doesn't break promises. Which means Niklaus has done something dastardly and Klaus-like. Klaus! Get out here and tell me what you've done with our brother, you narcissistic, back-stabbing wanker!" Klaus opens a pair of doors and enters the room. "Enough with all the shouting. Little sister, I should have known. I assume the six dead vampires were your doing?" "They were very rude. Trying to victimize a poor, innocent girl just trying to find her way to the Quarter. So sorry, were they friends of yours? Oh, that's right, you don't have any friends." "I do have friends. I have Marcel. You remember him, don't you? Yes, of course you do. He fancies himself the 'King of the Quarter' now, and he has these rules about killing vampires. It'll be fun to see what sort of punishment he comes up with for you. Oh and now there is a 'Princess of the Quarter' as well now so there is that." "I don't care about Marcel or his rules. Elijah doesn't welch on deals. What did you do to him?" "Perhaps he's on holiday... or taking a long autumn nap upstairs. Well, go on. Take a look around. You remember this house as well as I." Rebekah, who had gotten up to leave the room, turns back to Klaus. "I remember everything."