Amelia "Lia" Artem came from a family of hunters and was raised to fight against the evils of the supernatural world. Growing up in New Orleans was a struggle for her, coming from a family who's known for being the best hunters in the world was di...
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[Loud music plays. A courtyard party takes place. Vampires including Marcel are dancing and drinking. Amelia appears. Elijah stands above on a balcony, observing the scene.]
Marcel: Look who it is my favorite little hunter?
Amelia: Marcel we need to talk?
[Marcel just nods and waits for the huntress to continue]
Amelia: Why did you have to go and kill Jane-Anne? I know she did magic, but you know that the witches are going to make me go and kill the person who was responsible for this.
Marcel: Ah yeah... I forgot about that pact you have with the witches. Well I hate to break to you Lia, but I was the one killed Jane-Anne... [teasing] and I know that you won't kill me.
Amelia: [annoyed] Well your right I can't kill you.
[Marcel just nods and smirks, knowing he had won the conversation.]
Amelia: [teasing] But that doesn't mean I can't kill anyone else.
[Amelia runs towards one of Marcel's crew and throws a knife into the woman's hand.]
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Amelia: Your friend will be dead by the weekend, I just stabbed her with vervain and it will start traveling to her heart.
[Amelia turns to the vampire]
Amelia: [teasing] I hope that you didn't have plans for the weekend.
[Amelia faces off with Marcel, who says nothing. After a moment Amelia smiles around at the crowd then turns and leaves.]
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[Marcel talks on his cell phone.]
Marcel: You find him, and then you call me. Don't worry. I know how to deal with Klaus.
[Elijah appears]
Elijah: Is that so? Please elaborate.
Marcel: Elijah Mikaelson.
[Marcel's entourage of vampire bodyguards, seated around the restaurant, rise as one in readiness to protect.]
