Bellatrix Mikaelson (The Originals S1)

Chapter 11

THE ABATTOIR – MASQUERADE GALA
[Cami and Marcel dance while Bella and Klaus watch from afar.]
Cami: I thought you said you were in community work.
Marcel: Community fundraising. Throw a party, folks open their wallets. It's kind of my thing. Guess I'm what you call a necessary evil.
Cami: And Bella, she's one of your donors?
"Aww, She is jaelous." Said Bella.
Marcel:  [smiles tightly] She's an old friend.
Cami: Can't be that old. She looks my age.
Marcel: You'd be surprised. [He sighs.]  Enough about her. I just want to be right here with you. [Across the courtyard, Klaus and Bella have their own conversation]
Klaus: You really are a hideously evil little thing, aren't you?
Bella: Nonsense. They're perfect for each other! You wanted Marcel distracted? Voilà.
Marcel glares at Bella.
[Diego enters the courtyard and sees Marcel dancing with Cami, their faces nearly touching each other. Diego looks anxious as he interrupts them and whispers in Marcel's ear.]
Bella: [to Klaus] My cue to leave. [Diego seems to have explained to Marcel what Thierry did, because Marcel spots Thierry standing anxiously nearby and can barely contain his anger at the sight of him.]
Marcel: [to Cami] Excuse me. [Marcel walks over to Thierry and grabs him by the throat, pushing him away from the main party. Cami watches in concern from the dance floor.]
Marcel: [to Thierry] What the hell did you do? [Diego sees Cami watching from below and intervenes in their confrontation.]
Diego: Whoa, not here. No, not here.
[Marcel sighs deeply and backs off. Klaus, who is watching the drama unfold, looks pleased, but Cami looks unsettled by this display of aggression.]
LAFAYETTE CEMETERY
[Katie and Sophie talk inside a candlelit mausoleum in preparation for their plan. Katie is sobbing, and though Sophie doesn't seem happy, she does comfort her in her own way.]
Katie: I know you think he's a monster.
Sophie: It doesn't matter what I think. Thierry killed another vampire. He broke Marcel's biggest rule. You'll never see him again... unless we do something.
Katie: [confused] "We"?
Sophie: I want to save our people. You want to save Thierry? There's only one way we can do both.
"Why is she doing that?" Asked Hayley.
"Because i asked nicely." Said Bella smirking.
"Oh, i'm sure." Said Kol.
[A little while later, Katie and Sophie sit out in the cemetery, arranging items for a ritual.]
Sophie: You ready? [Katie begins by sprinkling sand over their tableau. Cut to Davina's attic room in St. Anne's Church, where the whispering voices growing louder. Davina is in her bed and thrashes restlessly as she's disturbed by the sensation of their magic. After a moment, she jerks awake and sits up.]
Davina: [whispers] Marcel. Something's coming.
"It seams so long ago." Said Davina.
"Yeah." Said Bella.
[Davina rises from her bed and goes to her easel. She draws on the paper madly for several seconds as she gets flashes of visions of Katie performing spell. After a moment, she stops.]
Davina: Magic.
THE ABATTOIR — MASQUERADE GALA
[Marcel has pulled Thierry into a corner so they can discuss what just happened]
Marcel: [furious] I want to hear your side of it.
Thierry: [pleads] Hey, Marcel, come on-
Marcel: Your version. Go.
Thierry: We were tossing the Cauldron. This guy, some nightwalker, he attacked Katie for no reason.
Marcel: His name was Max. I turned him, and as far as reasons go, he doesn't need one. She was a witch. He was a vampire. Now? He's dead.
Bella glared at Marcel.
[Cami is still watching their confrontation happen from the courtyard.]
Thierry: [desperately] I didn't mean for it to happen.
Marcel: You broke my most important rule. [He sighs angrily and glares at Thierry] Damn it, T. How long we been friends? Seventy years? I turned you into something that would never die. I gave you a gift.
Thierry: And I have been loyal to you all this time, and I still am. I'm still your friend, Marcel. I swear, that hasn't changed. [Cami is still watching Thierry and Marcel apprehensively when Klaus joins her in the courtyard.]
Klaus: Are you all right, love?
Cami: He's got a temper, doesn't he? I guess this is the moment I remember I know better. [Cami looks sad and disappointed as she walks away.]
Girls glare at Klaus.
[Josh walks up to Klaus, standing slightly behind him as Klaus reaches into his coat's inner pocket, withdraws a folded piece of paper and hands it to him. Josh quickly pockets the paper and walks away. Klaus watches the balcony as Josh then appears next to Marcel and hands him the document.]
Josh: We found this at his girl's place.
[Marcel opens the folded paper, revealing that it is actually fancy parchment with the components of a complicated spell written out. Marcel looks even more angry when he recognizes the spell.]
Marcel: Still my friend, huh? That's funny, because it looks to me like that little witch of yours got her hands on a spell that I keep locked away.
Thierry: [frantic] Marcel, I have never seen that.
Marcel: Shut up. I see on your hand, you still have the daylight ring I gave you. So, what would you need with the recipe for making new ones? Unless maybe you and Katie were gonna go off and start a little kingdom of your own?
"Damn! You are really Nik's son." Said Bella.
"What do you mean?" Said Marcel.
"Come on! Look at that and tell me, it doesn't remind you of Nik." Said Bella.
"It doesn't." Said Marcel.
"Liar." Said Bella and Layla.
Thierry: [confused] Marcel, no!
Marcel: Here's a lesson in friendship-- friends don't lie to me, they don't break my rules, and they do not steal what is mine. [Marcel, realizing he's losing his temper, turns his back to Thierry to take a deep calming breath before turning back to him, his eyes filled with rage.]
Marcel: [shakes his head in disbelief] Ohh... For the crime of murdering one of his own, I sentence Thierry Vanchure to one hundred years in the Garden. [Below, on the dance floor, Klaus smirks proudly.]
Klaus: And it begins...
THE ABATTOIR — MASQUERADE GALA / ST. ANNE'S CHURCH
[Klaus watches as more of Marcel's men lead Thierry out of the party and out onto the street, where a small crowd of more vampires watch Katie approach as she chants loudly. Klaus watches the events unfold from a window above. The sequence is intercut with shots of Davina madly scribbling away at her easel as she continues to get flashes of Katie performing her spell.]
Katie: [chantnig] Donn moi se la vroh kondu feh aila ra donn toi moi. Donn moi. Salacku tusdeh do. Vala.
Thierry: [desperately] Katie, no!
Klaus: Like clockwork. [Katie waves her arm and a lamp's light explodes; all the vampires grab at their heads, falling down in pain. Davina's drawing appears to be Katie's face. Marcel alone rises back up to face Katie, but she smashes another light with magic and Marcel goes down again. Marcel rises again, but Katie uses magic to break his bones, and he falls again shouting in pain.]
Davina: NO! [In her room, Davina lifts her hands slowly, which seems to cause Marcel to rise yet again. Katie looks astonished.]
Marcel: You're here to save your man. Well, come on, little girl! [He growls as he runs to attack Katie, but she halts him with magic, and he groans as he falls to his knees. In her room, Davina falls to her knees at the same time. In the street, Katie lifts a wooden stake above Marcel's head.]
Katie: Die, you son of a bitch.
Thierry: [horrified] No! Katie! Don't! [Before Katie can kill Marcel, Klaus swoops in and snaps Katie's neck. She dies as Klaus drops her body carelessly to the ground. Thierry crawls over to Katie's body]
Thierry: [horrified] No. Katie. No, no, no, no. [He cradles her body and sobs over her. Marcel catches Klaus' eye and nods in appreciation.]
Marcel glares at Klaus.
THE GARDEN
[Thierry stands chained to a wall in an underground room. Marcel stands across from him, still looking at him furiously.]
Marcel: Just tell me this-- was she worth it?
Thierry: I loved her. [Marcel drives an iron stake into Thierry's gut, and he groans in pain. Another man appears, and Marcel hands him a wooden mallet.]
Marcel: Seal him up... and let him rot.
[The man begins to lay bricks over wet cement, clearly intending to build a wall to encase Thierry. He won't be the first-- a long view down the tunnel suggests that many others have met the same fate.]
THE ABATTOIR
[The party is over and the courtyard is deserted. Klaus and Marcel stand alone on a balcony and clink their drinks against each other. Marcel downs his in one gulp.]
Marcel: How much did Cami see?
Klaus: She just saw an argument, mate. It's nothing you can't fix. You really like her, don't you?
Marcel: I like that she's not a part of any of this. Sometimes it's good to see the world the way the humans do.
Klaus: I am sorry about Thierry, you know? I can tell he was a good friend.
Marcel: I made him what he was. Obviously, my trust was misplaced.
"Ironic." Snorted Bella.
"Will you ever let me that down?" Said Marcel.
"No." Said Bella.
Klaus: Doesn't make it easier.
Marcel: You saved me tonight. I guess I owe you one. You asked for your brother back. Seems like the least I can do.