Klaus' Daughter is a Lockwood?

Fraternizing with the Enemy

THE ABATTOIR
Rebekah, who is wearing Marcel's button-up shirt over her underwear, leans on the balcony's railing and looks at the people on the street below. Marcel comes up behind her and nuzzles at her neck."Mmm. I've been away from this home almost a hundred years, and you haven't changed a thing in my bedroom." Marcel smiles. "I guess I was holding out; hope that you'd come back to it. Though, I imagine it's not quite as comfortable as those beds at the Palace Royale Hotel." Rebekah smiles awkwardly. "It's plenty comfortable!" She pauses and turns toward her bag. "I'm famished!" She pulls out one of the apples from the plantation and offers it to him. "Nah, apples aren't my thing." Rebekah's smile falters. "They were your favorite, one upon a time." Marcel chuckles. "Ah, they were! I'd get my ass beat if I ever ate them working on that plantation. Even the spoiled ones. Now, they just remind me of a time when I couldn't have things." She leans against Marcel and grabs his arms. "Well, now you can have whatever you want." She pauses a moment. "Come with me." Marcel frowned. "And go where, Rebekah?" Rebekah was losing her patience Wherever we want to! We can build a home together, we can leave behind Klaus, this city, and those Orphan-Annie vampires... "Marcel cut her off. "Whoa, whoa, those "Orphan-Annie vampires" are my family, and this city is my home." Rebekah shrugs. "It was my home, too, once. I left." Marcel stepped back. "You ran. I stayed! This empire thrives because of me, and you want me to run? A man does not run from his home!" Rebekah grows cold to Marcel. Hurt by his words. "I've lived a lot longer than you have, Marcellus. I have seen kings rise, and fall, but there is one thing I know to be true. It is that no matter how matter how big your empire becomes, it is nothing if you have no one to share it with." She glares at him. "You want New Orleans? Have it. I won't be here to stop you." She shoves the apple into his chest and leaves. Marcel angrily stares out at the street and thinks about what just happened. When he looks at the apple, he realizes something and picks it up so he can smell it.

MIKAELSON MANSION
Josh has stopped by to find Klaus. Hayley answers the door. "Where is he? I've been trying to find him all day. Marcel knows that Klaus lied to him about where he lives." Hayley sighs. "I'm not his damn keeper, Josh." Josh is obviously scared and frustrated. "Fine! Just... tell him to call me, please." Hayley smiles. "Okay." Hayley shuts the door, and Josh walks away from the house, not knowing that Marcel is standing behind the tree and has heard their entire conversation. Marcel sees a bunch of apples that have fallen from the apple tree and onto the ground. When he picks one up, he remembers when he was just a young boy he was being whipped by the plantation's slave-master. Young Marcel picks up an apple and lobs it at the man in anger. In the present, Marcel looks at the apple in his hand, and then looks over at the front door to the plantation house. A short while later, someone knocks on the door again. Hayley goes to answer, thinking it's Josh again, but it's Marcel. "Ugh, what the hell, Josh?" She opens the door to find that Marcel is on the porch, and he startles her. Marcel smiles. "Hi there, I'm Marcel. I don't think we've met! I'm a friend of Klaus' and Nicole's." Hayley looks scared and angry.