Klaus' Daughter is a Lockwood?

Secrets Revealed, Rescue Teams, & Honesty

  MIKAELSON COMPOUND

Klaus is with Cami, who continues to transcribe his memoirs on the typewriter in Klaus' study while he paces anxiously. "And, so then I bit Elijah, and left him in the Bayou with my hybrid venom in his veins. Serves him right, for making such vile accusations against me. And then..." He turns to see that Cami has stopped typing. "Are you taking this down?" Cami sighs. "To be clear... If the Quarter is yours now, you still need me why?" Klaus smiles. "My memoirs. A thousand years of history isn't going to write itself." Marcel joins them in the study, and when he sees Cami, he looks surprised and concerned. "Cami? What are you doing here?" Cami turns to Klaus. "My question exactly." Klaus looks to Marcel. "Oh, it's quite alright. She knows." Marcel raises his eyebrows. "She does?" Cami turns back to Marcel. "That you're vampires? Don't worry, he's compelled me to forget everything as soon as I leave. That way, I'm too busy agonizing over whether or not I'm losing my damn mind to realize I'm playing spy for an immortal egomaniac."

Marcel turns to Klaus, mildly hurt. "You compelled her to go out with me, didn't you?" Marcel looks to Cami. "And I thought you really liked me." Cami frowned. "So did I." Klaus looks at them guiltily. "I mean, to be clear, I only compelled you to give him a chance. Anything you felt for him was quite real." Cami and Marcel exchange confused glances. Klaus becomes uncomfortable. "...and, for the record, the level of awkwardness we're all currently experiencing is entirely genuine." Cami loses her temper. "You think you're so clever, don't you? Compelling the poor naïve bartender. Look what I found: real me, not your compelled therapist." She shows Klaus the old newspaper photo she found of him and Marcel from 1919. "Actually, I prefer 'devoted stenographer'." Cami gets in Klaus' face. "You think this is funny, messing with my mind? My sanity is not a joke!"

Klaus feels terrible. "No, love. I don't believe it is." He looks into her eyes and compels her. "You never found this. You will remember nothing of our life as vampires when you leave here, do you understand?" Cami nods. "I think that just about does it for the day. You may go." Cami picks up her things and leaves.

Downstairs, Hayley walks alone down the stairs toward the side door of the compound as she tries to sneak out into the French Quarter. She looks around to see if she's being watched, but before she can go anywhere, Diego cuts in front of her. "Going somewhere?" Diego asks. Suddenly, Elijah appears and breaks Diego's neck by throwing him into the wall. "Elijah, you shouldn't be here. Klaus has his guys watching me." Elijah shrugs. "I wouldn't worry about them." After a moment, Rebekah comes along, kicking down two other vampires who were hiding around the corner. Nicole watches from the shadows. "Come, we mustn't linger. We'll get you some place safe." Elijah says to Hayley. "No, you don't have to worry about me. I'm fine. I've been deemed under protection by the almighty Klaus. It's the werewolves who need help. He ordered a wolf hunt as some jacked-up peace offering to Marcel's crew. You have to help them." Rebekah is incredulous. "Out in the Bayou? Do we look like a bloody vampire-rescue-squad? I think you should be grateful we came to save you!" Nicole descends from the shadows. "Well it seems family still doesn't matter to you Rebekah. Still you're selfish self." Nicole crossed her arms across her chest and glared at Rebekah. Hayley interrupts. "Listen Rebekah. All my life, I've wanted to know who my real family was, and just as I find out that they're out there in the Bayou, Klaus orders them killed. You wanna help me? Help my people. Please." Hayley looks at Elijah and Rebekah as Nicole just glares at Rebekah.

Back inside, Klaus and Marcel are sitting down opposite to each other in the courtyard to have a talk. "The humans have called a meeting. They're not exactly thrilled with the new status quo." Marcel says. Klaus frowns. "How unfortunate for them." Marcel put his hands up in defense. "Look, it's your show now. But, you wanna know how I built what I built? Politics. A little diplomacy goes a long way, especially with the human faction." Klaus nods. "Duly noted." He looks at the newspaper photo that Cami found. "I haven't thought about this night in ages. 1919, the opera house, just before it burned. This was the end of an era. Now, in the interest of new beginnings, I feel that there are some things I should probably confess to you. But..." He grabs a glass of alcohol. "Where to begin?" He takes a large drink of bourbon before he begins his confession. "Thierry was never disloyal to you. I set him up in an attempt to locate my brother. He's your friend, and consequently, he can return to the compound at your discretion. Cami's part, you just learned. And then, there's young Joshua. I've been compelling him from the beginning, although I suspect you already knew that, as he was the one who led me into your trap." Marcel shrugs guiltily. "I may have fed the kid some misinformation."

Klaus nods. "And then there's Davina. She's a powerful weapon. At this point, I'd like to keep her close at hand. I think we should have her move in to the compound here with us." Marcel shook his head. "She can't leave the attic. I already tried to move her once." Klaus smirks. "Yes, about that... Turns out, your little witch is quite the actress. She made a deal with Elijah while he was in captivity, tricked you into letting her stay put in exchange for some spells from our mother's grimoire." Marcel nods bitterly, clearly not happy about this information. "Good to know. Is that all?" Klaus nods. "I do believe it is." Marcel sighs. "I appreciate the honesty." Klaus drinks from his glass. Marcel looks uncomfortable and rises to his feet. "Meeting's in an hour." Marcel leaves.