Heathens ➶ The Originals

eighteen ; lay low

"Lovely sermon this morning, Father. Quite inspirational," Klaus complimented the pastor.

They had exited the church at the same time that Emery made her way up the steps.

"Of course, I'm sorry I didn't attend. The idea of God may soothe you...humans but it doesn't sit well in my undead heart," Emery said.

"I wasn't expecting you to join us, any of you," Kieran commented.

"Oh, we were hoping for some word from your human sources on the recent Haitian invasion," Klaus revealed the real reason that Marcel and him had attended.

"My guys have their ears to the ground," Kieran relayed the information, "and no one has seen or heard any sign of whatever his name is."

Marcel stepped in, "He's called Papa Tunde. And right now, he's wandering the corridor with the power he absorbed from every soul I had buried in the garden. So you might want to put your ear a little closer to the ground."

"Or," Kieran suggested, "I could steer clear of whatever war is brewing between your kind and his before I find myself in—"

Camille stepped in before Kieran could finish or Emery could strangle him with his own intestines, witnesses disregarded, "I wanted to congratulate you on getting the church up and running. I can see this is a bad time. Nice to see you, Marcel."

"Cami," Kieran shouted after the blonde.

"Guess she's situated me in the same boat as Klaus," she turned to mockingly glare at him. "You better not tip it."

"Well, don't look at me. I tried to send her away," Klaus defended his own actions, sending a pretty smirk on the side to Emery.

His cell phone rang before the conversation could continue, "Yes, Diego, what do you have for me?"

"Uh," Emery heard from the other side of the phone, "we got a special delivery."

"Would you care to elaborate?" Klaus snapped.

"Either our witch problems are over or they're just getting started."

He hung up the phone, turning to Marcel and Emery, "Marcel. Emery."

Nodding for them to follow, they did, leaving the pastor to be surrounded by other churchgoers.

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It seemed like only yesterday that they were standing over a dead body in the quarter. Oh wait, it was yesterday.

Shockingly, another dead body had appeared. What shocked everyone even more was that the body belonged to Papa Tunde.

"Can I get you anything, brother?" Klaus mocked Elijah, who was kneeling down to examine Papa Tunde. "A magnifying glass, a pipe perhaps?"

"You have a theory that you'd like to share with us, Niklaus?" Elijah confronted.

"Back in the day, the witches wanted to send a threat, they'd just kill a chicken and leave it on your doorstep," Marcel muttered.

"It's rather a large and ominous chicken, wouldn't you say?" Elijah commented.

"Papa Tunde defeated Rebekah with ease, almost got the two of us as well. We don't know how Emery would have fared against him but if he was supposed to be their prize fighter, why leave him for dead in our front yard?" Klaus questioned.

Rebekah walked in, heels clacking against the stone pavement, "Well, don't you all look cheery."

"What's not to be cheery about? A dead body was found on our doorstep, particularly an enemy's. I say we throw a party," Emery stated.