Klaus' Daughter is a Lockwood?

Dauphine Music Festival Part 2

DAUPHINE STREET FESTIVAL

Father Kieran walks down Dauphine Street when he sees Marcel walking around the festival. "Marcel!" Marcel turns to see him. "Father Kieran! Welcome back. I wasn't sure when you'd be coming home." Kieran stiffens. "I can tell, judging by what's been going on in my church attic." Marcel smiles coldly. "I didn't think you'd mind. Lord knows I've done you a favor or two." Kieran lowers his voice. "I take it you know the Originals have returned? The sister, Rebekah? I saw her earlier, snooping around the church, asking about the attic. Her and some girl; Nicole. She doesn't know I take vervain. You got a problem on your hands."

Marcel chuckles. "No disrespect for the grieving process, for you and your church, but just so I know-- are you here to help, or are you just going to drop in with criticism? Oh and Nicole works for me." Father Kieran laughs coldly, and leans in to whisper to Marcel. "Never forget, Marcel, that you live in this city by the grace of those who know your secret and tolerate you. And that girl may work for you but she is still a human." Marcel smiles. "Actually she's a witch. And this city thrives because of me and my people. Anytime that you need a reminder of that, just let me know." Marcel stares at Father Kieran menacingly, but their argument is interrupted by Josh, who looks anxious. "Marcel? Diego said he lost eyes on the girls." Marcel turns to Father Kieran. "To be continued!"

ST. ANN'S CATHOLIC CHURCH

Klaus walks in on Davina and Tim talking and interrupts them. "You two are absolutely adorable! Warms my heart, it really does. But, I do need a word with the young lady. So, Tim..." He grips Tim's shoulder and compels him. "Go sit down. Count to one-hundred-thousand." Tim walks to the back of the church. "Quietly, now, there's a good boy. [He turns to Davina] I assume you know who I am? [beat] Then, let's get right to it, shall we? Your current dilemma strikes me as a case of poor alliances. You're loyal to Marcel and yet he keeps you tucked away in an attic. Surely you prefer just a little bit more freedom. And yet Marcel keeps you prisoner." Davina narrows her eyes at Klaus. "Marcel doesn't keeps me prisoner, he keeps me safe. He's my friend." Klaus smirks. "Well, I've no doubt he is." 

He crouches to her level. "For a girl caught in a war between witches and vampires, I might be a better friend. I would keep you safe. And, I'd allow you your freedom." He stands and begins to pace up and down the aisle. "If Marcel could do that, why hasn't he done so already? And it does beg the question: If Marcel can't protect you, then what of those you care about?" Klaus gestures to Tim, who is sitting in the last pew. "If anyone tries to hurt anyone I care about, I'll kill them." Klaus' smirk becomes more prominent. "Well, then. Sounds like you don't need Marcel at all. Perhaps you've suspected it all along. Your dear friend Marcel tricks you into doing his bidding, and all the while, you rot in an attic, alone, while young Timothy moves on with his life."

Davina stares intently at Klaus, clearly angry, as she starts using her magic against him. "You feel that? That's your blood starting to boil."Klaus groans, and a hissing noise is heard as his blood increases in temperature. Sweat starts to drip from his forehead, and he composes himself from this unexpected turn of events before he vamp-runs over to Tim and puts him in a headlock. "Such a shame to lose him, just as you found him again." He turns to Tim. "And I really did admire your skill with that violin." Davina is scared but remains strong. "Don't you dare hurt him!" Klaus tightens his grip. "Oh, I hope I won't have to, sweetheart. But, then, that depends on you."

Davina is scared and furious. "Let him go now!" Klaus laughs. "You should know, I don't do well with demands." Davina thrusts her open hand out and twists it, using her magic to break the bones in his leg. Unfortunately, it takes only a moment for Klaus to reset his bones and heal. "Impressive. But you don't want to fight me, love. Innocent people have a way of ending up dead." Tim whispers to Klaus. "Please, let me go." Klaus glares at Davina. "Your choice little witch! Swear allegiance to me alone and the boy lives. Stand against me..."