Bellatrix Mikaelson (The Originals S1)

Chapter 35

MIKAELSON COMPOUND
[Klaus and Bella are having a drink in the study and recapping the day's events.]
Klaus: This whole thing was doomed from the start, you know? Yes, we saved the city, and I'm not complaining about the witches losing their power, but this did not go down the way I thought it would. You surprised me, though. You were quite resourceful today. How did you find them down at the docks?
Bella: Thierry. I promised him freedom in exchange of infromation. [sighs sadly] I knew Elijah's plan was mad, but I really thought it would work.
Klaus: So did I. I was sure Davina would survive. There was so much life in her.
Bella: What about the power? Four were supposed to rise, and none did. Where did all that power go?
LAFAYETTE CEMETERY
[Sabine is still in the tomb, where she is completing the spell she started earlier in the day. She takes a small poppet and slices the throat open, and pours the blood within the poppet into a small goblet holding the potion from earlier. She drinks it and is imbued with power. Suddenly, three people in various locations in the cemetery rise from their graves-- the witch Bastianna, who did the first attempt at the Harvest, a black-haired male (Leo) dressed in a black suit, and a young black man (Papa Tunde) in a white suit.]
"My... My father was brought back?" Said Layla.
"Yes. Sorry, i didn't tell you. I didn't want to worry you." Said Bella.
"How? He wasn't New Orleans witch." Said Layla.
"They took his body here to ressurect him. He probably volunteered." Said Bella.
[They all three meet at the front gates of the cemetery.]
Leo: [confused] Why are we here?
Papa Tunde: Someone brought us forth. Who? [Sabine appears before them and smiles.]
Sabine: I did.
Bastianna: Sabine! What's the meaning of this?
Sabine: [chuckles] Bastianna, I've had to endure people calling me "Sabine" for almost a year now. I'd appreciate it if you'd call me by my real name-- Celeste.
Everyone glared at her.
FLASHBACK-- A MEETING IN THE FRENCH QUARTER, 1919
[Two men enter the room and join Elijah, Bella and a police officer, who are seated at a table.]
Elijah: Gentlemen, make yourselves at home.
Bella: Mayor O'Connell appears to be running late, but there's much to discuss, so I shall begin.
Klaus: [walks down the stairs to join them] One moment, please, Sister. You know how much I enjoy these illicit, little gatherings.
Elijah: [to the men] Do not be troubled. Despite my brother's reputation, I can assure you, we've invited you here to broker in peace. You have my word.
Klaus: And, lucky for you, my brother always keeps his word. You two are from the Guerrera crime family, a brutish pack of thieves and killers. And that's nothing compared to what you become on a full moon, is it?
"Why do you always have to be like this?" Said Bella.
"Like what?" Asked Klaus.
"Annoying. You make enemies everywhere you go and than me and Elijah have to take care of it." Said Bella.
Elijah: Yes, yes, yes. Of course, a bite from your kind is not lethal to an Original. Conflict between us would not end well for you at all. Let's state our proposal here. My brother and I control the ports of the city, but with Prohibition soon to be the law of the land, there'll be a certain uptick in the kind of federal presence we prefer to avoid. Therefore, I'd like to suggest a system whereby-- under our supervision, of course-- the Guerrera family can traffic alcohol into the city of New Orleans for a profit. We would still be in charge, but our rule would remain a secret. [Papa Tunde walks into the room with his sons following behind him.]
Papa Tunde: This all sounds very good, but tell me, how will it benefit the witches?
Bella: I am sorry. This is a private meeting.
Papa Tunde: Yes, for kings and queens of the city. But I, too, am a king, and I have rules.
"It was either really brave or really stupid." Said Layla.
"It was both." Said Bella.
Klaus: I'm impressed. You're either quite ambitious or quite mad. What's your name, mate?
Papa Tunde: I am Alphonse Bellatunde Delgado-- Papa Tunde to my followers-- and I come to ask that the witches be granted fair tribute for allowing your existence in our city.
Bella: Are you suggesting that you speak for the French Quarter witches?
Papa Tunde: I do now, and I expect our future negotiations to go very smoothly. As a guarantee, I brought a gift. I await our next gathering. [His twins place a medium-sized leather case onto their table before they leave with Papa Tunde. Everyone else gathers around and watches as Klaus lifts the lid on the case. Inside is a the severed head of Mayor O'Connell, whose forehead has a magical symbol carved into it.]
Klaus: Well, I suppose we'll need a new mayor.
PRESENT DAY-- THE MIKAELSON COMPOUND
[Klaus enters the room with Thierry and makes an announcement.]
Klaus: Dearest brethren, your attention, please. No doubt, you're all surprised to see Thierry Vanchure, who's supposed to be rotting in the Garden for the crime of killing one of our own, and I personally decided to issue him with a pardon. I hope you'll all welcome home Thierry. [Thierry smiles and gives Diego a hug.]
Diego: Welcome home, man.
Marcel: [to Klaus] You're in a good mood.
Klaus: [He turns to address the crowd of vampires] Now, as you all know, the witch Davina is no longer with us. Without Davina, we can no longer monitor the activity of our witch neighbors. However, since their Harvest failed, their magic will soon be gone forever. Until then, I say we keep them on their toes. Diego, I wonder if you might lead a rousting in the cauldron. [Diego smiles and starts to plan with the other vampires. Marcel grabs his bottle and goes to storm away, but Klaus stops him in the doorway.]
Everyone look at Marcel sadly. Davina grabs his hand and smiles. Marcel smiles back.
Klaus: Marcel, I'd hoped you would join Diego.
Marcel: Nah. I'm gonna take a personal day. [He pushes past Klaus and leaves. Klaus scowls, visibly annoyed at his attitude.]
"He's grieving, Nik. Let him be." Said Bella.
THE DOCKS-- THIERRY'S WAREHOUSE
[Bella walks into a warehouse to investigate another incident. She stops in front of another salt circle on the ground with animal bones inside and unlit candles placed around it.]
Bella: Why someone would leave it here for us to find. [Her eyes widen in realization. Bella muttered spell quickly and makes motion with her fingers like she is writing.]
"What are you doing?" Asked Davina.
"You will see." Said Bella.
[While Papa Tunde appears from the shadows behind them.]
Papa Tsunde: Mademoiselle Mikaelson.
[Bella looks surprised, but continues spell.]
Papa Tsunde: What are you doing? [she stops spell and speed vamps toward him to try to kill him, but Papa Tunde simply reaches out and grabs her by the throat.]
Papa Tunde: Symbole du masque et de l'ombre, embrace-toi. Embrace-toi. Symbole du masque et de l'ombre, embrace-toi. Embrace-toi. Symbole du masque et de l'ombre, embrace-toi. Embrace-toi. Symbole du masque et de l'ombre, embrace-toi. [Bella starts to desiccate, and thick gray veins pop up all over her face and neck.]
FLASHBACK-- MIKAELSON COMPOUND, 1919
[Marcel returns home in his military uniform to find a party being held at the compound. Marcel sees Bella sitting at a table with an unknown gentleman, and walks toward her.]
Marcel: [voiceover] This was right after I returned from World War I. I'd been trying to get away from New Orleans for a while. Something kept drawing me back.
Klaus: [to a waiter] Why don't you get me some martinis? Thank you. [Marcel walks straight to where Bella and Layla are talking and approaches them.]
Marcel: Aren't you gonna welcome me home?
Layla: (exited) Marcel! [She hugs him. Bella waves her hand.]
Bella: Hello, Marcellus. I would hug you, but you seem occupyed. [Klaus is standing with Elijah near the bar, and he calls out to Marcel and gestures to him to join them for a drink.]
Klaus: There he is. Our war hero, triumphantly returned. Oh, good to have you back, Marcellus. Welcome home. [He, Elijah, and Marcel toast and drink] Mmm.
Elijah: Haha! The prodigal son has finally learned to hold his liquor.
Marcel: The Army'll do that to you.
Elijah: Well, it's good to have you back. Niklaus was beside himself in your absence.
"Not as bad as Layla." Said Bella.
Klaus: Now that you are here, perhaps you could help settle an argument. You see, you've traded a war abroad for one here in the Quarter. Some rogue witch wants a piece of the city we built, and Bella and Elijah, for reasons beyond my comprehension, insists that negotiation is our best recourse.
Elijah: Yes. On the topic of your failed comprehension, you neglect, as a soldier, Marcel has seen not only how small the world has become and how fast news can travel, but also the very horrors of war itself. Surely, Marcel would agree with me. The best way for us to defend our home is by exercising discretion.
Marcel: So who's the witch you want to kill?
Klaus: His name is Papa Tunde. I think he's a charlatan.
Elijah: Well, Marcel shall be able to decide that for himself.
Marcel: You invited him here.
Klaus: Of course. We're not savages, are we? [Papa Tunde arrives at the party, and Klaus immediately approaches him.]
Klaus: Thank you for accepting our invitation, and welcome. I hope you'll allow me to play the role of host. If there's anything you need--- anything at all...
Papa Tunde: Pleasure before business, then. Hahaha!