Dragon's Keeper

Chapter 15

~Previously on Dragon's Keeper~

FLASHBACK

Sabine swings a crystal, hanging by a string, over MayBeth, who lies on the kitchen island face up. "I think it's a girl. No... wait." Sabine says. "Wait what? Please tell me I'm not having a mini-Klaus." MayBeth says. The crystal glints in the light and Sabine drops it, gasping, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Hoc est infantima malom. Nos omnia perditu el eam." Sabine says.

FLASHBACK ENDS

MayBeth is sitting at the desk with her laptop. She's entering the strange words Sabine uttered into an online translator, but is getting no results.

ST. ANN'S CHURCH; DAVINA'S ROOM; MIKAELSON MANSION

Marcel walks through the pews of the church; Davina kneels over Elijah's body, removes the dagger, and stares at it. At the Mikaelson mansion, Klaus stares at a large painting in his mansion as he talks to Cami. "Over the course of my life, I've encountered no shortage of those who would presume to speak of good and evil. Such terms mean nothing. People do what is in their best interest, regardless of who gets hurt. Is it evil to take what one wants? To satisfy hunger, even if doing so will cause another suffering? What some would call evil, I believe to be an appropriate response to a harsh and unfair world." Klaus says. "No offense, but I'm not sure I follow why you've invited me here." Cami says. "Because I sense that you have the capacity for understanding someone of my... complexity. You see, I returned to New Orleans to investigate a threat posed against me. What I found was a my girlfriend, pregnant, in need of protection. My brother, always the do-gooder, tried to manipulate me into making a deal with some group of people. Trouble is, I've since learned of another young woman—a girl, really, one with vast potential—held in captivity by a tyrant. I want to help both of these women—protect one and free the other. So, tell me, Cami—does that sound evil to you?" Klaus asks. "I don't believe in evil as a diagnosis. I think you have unstable personal relationships, stress-related paranoia, chronic anger issues, fear of abandonment. I think you could benefit from talking to someone. Professionally." Cami says. Klaus smiles. "I think I prefer to talk to you. So, I'm going to offer you a job, as my stenographer." Klaus says. "Okay, what are we writing?" Cami asked. "My memoirs, of course. Someone should know my story. And it will give us time to discuss other riveting subjects, like your handsome suitor, Marcel." Klaus says. "Excuse me? My private life is–" Cami starts. "Your private life is, as it turns out, essential to my plans. You see, Marcel wants you. And, because of that, he will trust you, which serves me. The thing is, the French Quarter is on the verge of war. On the one side there's me, and on the other, Marcel. Along with a very powerful witch and an army of vampires." Klaus reveals to her. "WHAT?" Cami shouts. Klaus zooms over, pushes her against a wall, and compels her. "You're frightened. Don't be." Klaus says. "I'm not scared anymore. That's... amazing. How did you...?" Cami asked puzzled. "It's called compulsion. It's a neat bit of vampire trickery. I'll tell you all about it. But first, let's talk a little more about Marcel." Cami stares at him

DAVINA'S ATTIC ROOM

Marcel leans over Elijah's body in his coffin, while Davina looks out the window. "This sucker's resilient. He's like a cockroach in a suit. Doesn't matter. Time to give ol' Elijah back to Klaus, anyway." Marcel says. "You asked me to figure out a way to kill the Originals. I'm not done! The silver dagger hurts them, but that's it." Davina says back. "Davina, we've been through this. Klaus saved my life, I owe him one. Since he wants his brother back–" Marcel starts. "Tonight's the annual Dauphine Street Music Festival. I wanna go. Please?" Davina cuts him off. "The whole point of you being up here is so you're never spotted out there. You know who works smack in the middle of Dauphine Street? Sophie Deveraux. Pain-in-the-ass witch, and you know what the witches will do to you if they find you." Marcel says. "But you control the witches. Make her go away!" Davina says. Marcel shakes his head. "Marcel, it's one night!" Davina pleads. "I said 'No'."Marcel turns and walks toward the door to leave. "I do anything you say, but sometimes I think you forget what I'm capable of. Did you know I can make someone's blood boil? All I have to do is focus." She stares at Marcel, and he can hear the hiss of boiling blood as he starts to sweat. "Fine. We compromise, all right? You going out alone—too dangerous. But, I'll introduce you to a friend of mine that's going to be there. Alright? Nice lady. You two are really gonna hit it off." Marcel says. Davina smiles widely and bounces on her heels.