Klaus' Daughter is a Lockwood?

Six Dead Night Walkers

"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, one of Marcel's vampires, shows a flyer to two tourists, a man and a woman. The flyer is headed by a large, monogrammed 'M', beneath which reads:

ABATTOIR WHERE THE PARTY NEVER ENDS

Marcel boasts to Klaus his methods for providing fresh blood for his vampires. They enter the party and get their hands stamped with the same 'M' monogram as the flyer. "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 includes the 'M' monogram, as well as a coiled serpent. He does not comment on it. " It's quite an operation. Tell me – what about the victims? Seems like a lot of graves to dig." Marcel smirked. " Can't kill 'em all. Too many folks go missing, tourism drops. So, we heal them with a little vamp blood, erase their memory, send them on their way – no muss, no fuss." Klaus just nodded taking in Marcel's grotesque methods. "I'm impressed." Marcel put his hand on Klaus' shoulder. "Nothing I didn't learn from you back in the day." Thierry, one of Marcel's vampires, approaches the two."Marcel." Marcel turns to Thierry. "Whats up Thierry?" Thierry averted his eyes to Klaus. "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.

Cut to Rebekah driving her red convertible; she checks herself in the rear view mirror, wipes a drop of blood off her cheek, smiles and keeps driving. Rebekah parks in front of the Mikaelson mansion, leaving a message on her phone as she gets out. "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. "Who the hell are you?" She walks in as Hayley comes down the stairs, wielding a fire iron. "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." Rebekah realizes who she is. "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?" Hayley nods. "You have your brother's manners." Rebekah smirked. "And his temper, too, so watch it. Where's Elijah and my niece?" Hayley walks towards Rebekah. "Nicole's upstairs. Elijah's long gone." Rebekah walked toward Hayley. "What do you mean, 'long gone'?" Hayley shrugged. "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."

Rebekah cut her off. "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. You'll wake Nicole. Little sister, I should have known. I assume the six dead vampires were your doing?" He smirked at her. "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." She smirked at him. "I do have friends. I have Marcel. You remember him, don't you?" Rebekah narrowed her eyes at him. "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." She glared at him. "I don't care about Marcel or his rules. Elijah doesn't welch on deals. What did you do to him?"Klaus shrugged and smiled innocently. "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."