Love & marriage

Farewell to storyville

Marcel enters Davina's attic room with a bag. Davina is very pale, and looks extremely sad as she sits quietly on her bed. "Hey, D, how you feelin'? Got you some stuff-- organic soap, and scented candles, some incense... Just trying to help you get back to feeling, you know, yourself...Word on the street is the witches are celebrating. Three out of the four girls sacrificed in the Harvest have come back. First, it was your friend, Monique, and then another girl, now you. What I hear, the others are saying that the ancestors were with them while they were, uh, dead. You know, talking to them, teaching them. They say they're stronger than ever. Was it like that for you?"

"There was nothing. It was cold, empty, and dark. And it went on forever."

"I'm sorry, D."

"I don't want to talk about it. Please, Marcel, don't make me." There's a doorbell ringing. It's Sofia. "Hey, Marcel, can I talk to Davina?"

"She's not really all for speaking right now."

"It's just something quick." Marcel lets her in and she goes to the attic. "Hey, Davina."

"Hi." Sofia narrows her eyes as she seems very sad. "So...you're back."

"Yeah...I'm back."

"I need to ask you a question. I'm having spirit problems...big time. My sister possessed my sister."

"Um...what?"

"My older sister that died almost 1000 years ago possessed Sasha because she doesn't want to keep being replaced by the triplets and now she doesn't wanna get out. So we need your help."

"I...I'm not really into that right now."

"We're not asking you to do anything grand. We just need you to do a simple locator spell."

"Why can't you do it?"

"The ancestors aren't really feeling my vibe." Davina looks down. "It's because of you, isn't it?"

"Maybe...They're not really happy with how I escaped the harvest and then tried to ride it out."

"It can't be that bad..."

"I  can't do it...Sorry." Sofia sighs. "Okay, well...I hope you start feeling better soon."

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Elijah and Klaus are still pacing around outside one of the tombs in the cemetery while Elijah tries to hold Klaus off from killing Rebekah. "You've been at this for hours. To what end? Niklaus, I know you, and I grew up fighting you. I can't be beaten, nor can I be persuaded. You cannot get past me." 

"I could get past you. Although, it might have to be over your dead body. You did stab me with that blade, forcing me to endure hours of unspeakable pain. Perhaps I should direct my rage toward you."

"You should see yourself-- the murderous expression, the self-righteous posturing. You look like Father."

"I'm not him. Rebekah's betrayal justifies my anger. His was that of a madman. You were never the recipient of his cruelty. None of you were-- not Kol, not Finn, None of you! I think you've forgotten what he was truly like."

"No. I have not forgotten."

Flashback...

Young Elijah and Klaus are in the forest, where Elijah is helping Klaus learn how to shoot a bow and arrow. Klaus takes his aim at a deer. "Be still. Deep breath. Hold...NOW!" Klaus shoots the arrow, but misses the deer. "Your aim is improving. Next time!"

Suddenly, Mikael finds them in the woods and approaches them. "You encourage him, Elijah, but he grows more pathetic every day."

"I'm not pathetic."