Dragon's Keeper

Chapter 13

~Previously on Dragon's Keeper~

Rebekah vamp-runs at Katie, and holds her up by the neck. "Please do not play dumb with me." Rebekah slams her down on a table. "Rebekah!" Sophie shouts. "I just sold a witch some herbs. That's all." Katie said. "Are you lying to me, Katie? I suggest you answer my question honestly." Rebekah asks. "Sophie—" Katie says choking. "Just answer the question, Katie, please." Sophie pleads. "Yes. I told someone, but you don't understand. I—I love him." Katie cries out. Rebekah throws Katie down onto the floor violently. She places the heel of her stiletto directly over Katie's throat threateningly. "And tell me, who is this vampire Romeo of yours? Shall I count to 3?"

MIKAELSON MANSION — CELLAR

Klaus pulls the pitchfork out of the vampire and hands it to Joshua. "Be quick about it. I have an army to build, and one compelled minion does not an army make." Klaus answers his phone, which has been buzzing. "Well?" Klaus said. "You were right about the traitor. Luckily, she's just a kid and she doesn't know anything about us and what we're up to. Do you want to hear the part that's gonna please you the most?" Rebekah says to Klaus. "Oh, do tell." Klaus asks happily. "She's in love with someone in Marcel's inner circle. Guess who it is?" Rebekah says, proud of herself. "Right-hand-man type, favors silly caps?" Klaus asks. "Two points for you. Thierry is fraternizing with the enemy." Rebekah says. "Well, that means he just unwittingly became the key to our entire plan." Klaus said. "I told you you'd be pleased." Rebekah said. "Oh, to be young and in love in a city where witches and vampires are at war. How very tragic." Klaus says.

MIKAELSON MANSION

MayBeth eavesdrops from the hallway; Sophie, Rebekah, and Klaus are arguing behind a closed door. "Are you out of your mind? No way." Sophie argues. "It's very simple. We need you to perform a teeny, tiny locator spell to help us find our brother." Rebekah says. "Witches who practice magic in this town get caught, and they get killed." Sophie says. "Yes, about that. It seems you left out a crucial detail when we made our deal—Marcel's secret weapon, the way he knows when a witch is using magic." Klaus smirks. "Girl about yay high, cute as a button, anger issues." Rebekah said. Sophie seems to be in shock. "Davina? Where have you seen her?" Sophie asks. "I don't know. The little brat erased my memory right after she threw me out a window with her bloody mind." Rebekah says angrily. "Let me cut to the chase. Davina has Elijah. You witches, I assume, want to get Davina away from Marcel. We don't know where she is. Ergo, we need magic." Klaus says. "Davina would sense it." Sophie said. "Unless, of course, another witch—say, a traitor to the cause, Katie for example—was to perform much more powerful magic at the same time. That would create a smokescreen, concealing your very small spell from Davina." Klaus said. "Katie doesn't deserve to die." Sophie argues. Klaus angrily slams his hands on the table and stands up. "Sophie Deveraux. You're in no position to be so principled. You can't win a war without a few strategic losses, no matter how regrettable they may be. How many times have the vampires been one step ahead, known something they shouldn't? Your sister, executed in the public square for practicing magic, who knew she'd be caught? Did she even attempt to flee?" Klaus asks. "She was caught hiding in a cargo hold of a freighter before it set sail down the Mississippi." Sophie said. "And who, pray tell, of Marcel's valued inner circle manages his business at the docks?" Klaus says. "Katie's boyfriend, Thierry." Sophie said.

THE ABATTOIR

Thierry plays his trumpet in the courtyard; Klaus and Marcel watch. "You're right. He's good." Klaus said. "Right? Music man, I call him. Ladies love him, but he's spoken for. He knocks around with this pretty little witch, says he loves her, but I don't know." Marcel said. "Your brightest soldier is fraternizing with your enemy, and you don't care." Klaus asks. "Well, of course I care, but Thierry is a grown man. He makes his own choices, and I get some good intel. Besides, he's not gonna do anything to jeopardize what we're doing here. I mean, check this out—a vampire hosting a ritzy charity event. We have a community here. No one's gonna mess that up." Marcel said. "Still... You don't want the witches to get too bold, given that a witch's tip about a werewolf in town led to the disappearance of your nightwalkers. I'm sure you've considered the possibility that it could've been a trap." Klaus says. "Well, maybe I'll send a little message. Thierry!" Thierry looked at Marcel at the sound of his name. "Take a team of nightwalkers to the Cauldron tonight, do a little rousting... Oh, and Thierry? Make it nasty." Thierry nodded.