Dragon's Keeper

Chapter 11

~Previously on Dragon's Keeper~

MayBeth eyes Rebekah for a moment, then reaches down and retrieves something wrapped in cloth. She unfolds it and reveals the two silver daggers. "Oh, my god." Rebekah says, astonished. "I found them under your coffin. So, if a couple of antique steak knives were the only things stopping you from getting Elijah back, then here you go." MayBeth offers the daggers to Rebekah, who takes them in slight awe. Finally, she smiles, and MayBeth smiles back.

Marcel brings a bottle of wine to a table and sits with Cami. "I sent everyone home for the night. I am your humble host." He says to charm her. "Oh... okay. Extra points for flair." She states, impressed. "And the night's just started. What made you decide to come?" Marcel asks. "Everyone deserves a chance." Cami starts. Suddenly the doors of the restaurant swing wide open and Rebekah bursts inside. "You lied to me. Where's my brother?" Rebekah states, angrily. "Hello to you, too. Cami, Rebekah – Rebekah, Cami." Marcel says, sarcastically. "I see you still have a thing for blondes." Rebekah says back. "Hey–" Cami starts to say. Rebekah grabs Marcel by the neck and vampire speeds him across the room, slamming him against the wall. "Tell me where Elijah is." Rebekah demands. "What the hell is going on?" Cami says, scared. "Tell me where he is or I will kill you!" Marcel merely looks at Rebekah; there is a brief flash of the time they had passionately kissed, as though Marcel has sent the memory to her deliberately. "No, you won't." Marcel says. Slowly, Rebekah backs off, releasing him. "Perhaps you're right." After a moment's silence, Rebekah vamp-speeds over to Cami and pins her by the throat against the wall. "But I will kill her." Rebekah says. "Let her go. You won. I'll take you to see Elijah." Rebekah waits another moment, then releases Cami, who gasps for air. "What the hell are you people?" Cami asks. Marcel gently takes her by the shoulders. "Shh, it's okay." Marcel starts to compel her. "Go home, forget all this, and just know that I will make it up to you. I promise." Marcel says. "You wanna see Elijah? Fine. Follow me." Marcel says. Rebekah follows him out of the restaurant, leaving Cami alone.

DAVINA'S ATTIC ROOM

Marcel opens the door to an attic and enters, Rebekah following behind him. She sees Elijah's coffin, and moves to enter the room but cannot – she is magically barred entry. "Invite me in." Rebekah demands. "Gotta ask the lady of the house. Davina, come on out, sweetheart." Davina enters the room and stands at Marcel's side. "Invite her in." Marcel says. "Come in." Davina says. Rebekah enters, strides over to Elijah's coffin and opens it to find her brother inside. She grabs the dagger and starts to pull it out. "I wouldn't do that." Davina says to her. Rebekah, magically compelled, shoves the dagger back in. "Who the hell are you?" Rebekah asks. "Davina." She turns to Marcel. "She's an old one, isn't she?" She asks. "Yeah. Rebekah is an Original, which means she can't be killed." Marcel says, looking at Rebekah the whole time. "She doesn't seem very nice." Davina says to Marcel. "She can be... but she hasn't been very nice to me tonight." Marcel states smugly. Davina turns to Rebekah. "Then I'm afraid it's time for you to leave." Without moving a muscle, Davina magically propels Rebekah across the room, slamming her against walls several times before sending her through a door, which shuts behind her.

FLASHBACK – NEW ORLEANS, 1887

Rebekah awakens, her hair styled in the 1830s fashion, and sits up in bed. Klaus sits nearby, twirling the silver dagger with its point balanced on a table. "Well, it's about time. I was bored waiting... but I did so want to see your face, and it is, indeed, priceless." Klaus said. "You bastard. What day is it?" Rebekah asked. "Sunday." Klaus replied. "I have been daggered for a whole week? Marcel – what have you done to him?" Rebekah asked frantic. "It's 1887, Rebekah. You've been daggered for 52 years." Klaus clarified. "What?" Rebekah said confused. "And don't worry about Marcel. I presented him with a choice: he could choose to undagger you and live out the rest of his human days with you, or–" Klaus says slyly. "No." Rebekah says, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. "–I could turn him instead, as he's always wanted, in exchange for giving you up." Klaus says. "No. He wouldn't do that to me." Rebekah says, not believing his words. "Oh, but he did." Marcel then enters the room bearing a candle. He looks at Rebekah, expressionless, and Rebekah squints her eyes shut, devastated.

NEW ORLEANS, PRESENT DAY

In present day, Rebekah awakens on the same bed as she did in 1887, Marcel standing at the end of it. "Welcome back, Rebekah. You were out for quite a while." Marcel says. "Where am I? How'd I get here?" Rebekah asks, sitting up. Marcel looks at her, and smiles. "You upset Davina. I'm glad you two finally got to meet. Now you know what you're dealing with." He says. Rebekah looks around. "Is this my old room?" She asks. "Oh, it's mine now. Just like this town is mine, Davina's mine, and Elijah is mine until I feel like giving him back. What was once yours, what was once your brother's – it's now mine." He turns and walks toward the door, turning back to Rebekah to say one last thing. "And don't ever touch Cami again." He turns and walks away.

MIKAELSON MANSION

It's morning; Klaus enters MayBeth's room while she's still sleeping. He watches her for a moment, then reaches into her bag, withdrawing from it the vial of wolfsbane. He opens it and lifts it to his nose to smell, when MayBeth speaks. "I didn't use it Nik." She says. "You're awake." He said looking at her. "I could barely sleep all night. This house is like a freaking swamp sauna." She sits up in bed while Klaus stares out the window. "What stopped you? You could have been free of all of this... of me." Nik says. MayBeth sighs, feeling guilty. "Yeah, well... when I was fighting off those vampires, I – I realized I wasn't just protecting myself. Then I thought about you, and how great of a father you're going to be. All I know is push came to shove, and... I realized I wouldn't let anyone hurt it." She says. Nik look at her with love burning in her eyes. "I'm beginning to think we're a lot alike, you and I. We're both castoffs who have learned to fight when we're backed into a corner." Nik says. "Well, we're backed into a corner now." MayBeth says. "Ah, that we are. It's time to fight my love." After gently placing a kiss on MayBeth's forehead, Klaus backs away and moves to leave. "This whole thing with Marcellus – the deal you have with the witches, trying to take him down, take what's his – Us two once loved him like family. What happened?" MayBeth asked. "We made Marcellus everything that he is. We treated him like a son. And when my father chased our family from New Orleans a hundred years ago, we believed Marcellus was killed – we each mourned him, in our own way. Yet, when we returned, I found not only had he survived, he had thrived. Instead of seeking us out, instead of sticking together as one, he made a choice to take everything our family had built and make it his own. Now, he is living in our home, he is sleeping in our beds. That 'M' he stamps everywhere... it's not for 'Marcel'. It's for 'Mikaelson'. I want it all back, and if I have to push him out to get it, then that's exactly what I'll do. I'll have someone see to the air conditioning." Klaus leaves MayBeth's room and hurries down the stairs, only to meet Rebekah as she enters the front door. "You were right. The girl, Cami – she's the key. Marcel likes her, and because of that I got to see the secret weapon of his that you've been going on about." Rebekah states. "Well, don't stand on ceremony. What is it?" Klaus demands. "It's not a 'what', it's a 'who'. A girl, Davina. She can't be more than sixteen, and I have never felt power like that." Rebekah says, still in awe. "A witch?" Klaus asked. "She's not just any witch, she's something I've never seen before, something beyond powerful, and now because of you she has Elijah. Who knows what she could do to him." Rebekah says to klaus, pissed off. "Where is she?" Klaus asked. Rebekah stops to think, then looks confounded. "That clever bitch. I don't know." Rebekah says. "What's wrong? Klaus asked her, confused. "She wiped my memory of the location. Marcel possesses a weapon bigger and more powerful than an Original, and you handed our brother to him! How many times will Elijah forgive you? How long until his hope for your redemption finally dies? Rebekah says angrily. "I did what I had to do! Marcel took our home!" Klaus stated back. "And our home is worthless without family. I am finding Elijah – whatever it takes. Are you going to help me?" Rebekah asked her brother. "Whatever it takes."

DAVINA'S ATTIC ROOM

Marcel enters the attic; Davina is drawing at an easel. She turns when Marcel draws near. "I'm sorry about that unpleasantness." He says. "She doesn't scare me. None of them do." She says back. "I didn't think they would, honey. But, the thing is, it seems like they're here to stay." He says. "They don't belong here." She says, a little pissed off. "Might be kinda tough to convince them of that... which is why I need to ask you for a favor. I'm gonna need you to figure out how we kill an Original." Marcel says to her. Davina looks at him and smiles.