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SEASON FIVE - EPISODE EIGHT
"THE KINDNESS OF STRANGERS"


...Chambre De Chasse, Mikaelson Compound...

"Every last exit is sealed" Elijah says, seeing Klaus literally trying to blow the place up "If you're thinking about jumping, don't! I already tried it! I landed in the world's most pretentious wine cellar"

"You sorted it by vintage. You don't remember, do you? I thought Marcel was intent on retrieving your memories" Klaus says.

"He was! He failed! I still remember absolutely nothing, and Antoinette is dying" Elijah says.

Klaus turns towards Elijah with an amused expression.

"Is she? Right! Yes! I'd forgotten!" he simply shrugs.

"What the hell are we doing here? What is this place? This is dangerous, you and I here, together" Elijah says.

"We're not actually here together, are we? Not physically, at least...It's called a Chambre de Chasse. It's a magical mental prison designed to resemble our home, but don't worry...there's always a way out...a game or a riddle" Klaus says.

"How do we solve this riddle?" Elijah asks.

"We don't do anything! We're square, you and I!" Klaus sneers "You got Rosie killed, and Antoinette will die because of me. I would hate to upset that delicate balance" he gives Elijah his best maniac smirk "So I'm gonna find my way out, and you're on your own"

Klaus walks away, leaving Elijah standing there, considering his words.

Still walking around the Compound, Klaus hears some noises coming from his side

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Still walking around the Compound, Klaus hears some noises coming from his side.

"Who's there? Show yourself!" he shouts.

Rebekah walks out of one of the doors.

"Oh, Nik! Always so dramatic!" she grins at him.

"Rebekah!" he smiles.

The two of them embrace each other.

Another presence joins them. In a peculiar way, to say the least.

Kol Mikaelson stood there in all his naked glory.

"Bloody hell! My least favorite recurring nightmare!" he scowls, almost slapping himself.

"Bloody hell! My least favorite recurring nightmare!" he scowls, almost slapping himself

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