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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DAVINA'S ATTIC ROOM
[Marcel leans over Elijah's body in his coffin, while Davina looks out the window]
Marcel: This sucker's resilient. He's like a cockroach in a suit. [beat] Doesn't matter. Time to give ol' Elijah back to Klaus, anyway.
Davina: 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.
Marcel: Davina, we've been through this. Klaus saved my life, I owe him one. Since he wants his brother back–
Davina: Tonight's the annual Dauphine Street Music Festival. I wanna go. Please?
Marcel: 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.
Davina: But you control the witches. Make her go away! You could ask Lia to take me please, I will be safe with her... she's always carrying knifes and her sword, and don't forget she knows how to fight.
[Marcel shakes his head]
Davina: Marcel, it's one night!
Marcel: I said 'No'.
[Marcel turns and walks toward the door to leave]
Davina: 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 we can hear the hiss of boiling blood as he starts to sweat]
Marcel: [smiles] Fine. We compromise, all right? You going out alone—too dangerous. I'll ask Amelia if she can take you and 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.
[Davina smiles widely and bounces on her heels]
MIKAELSON MANSION
[Hayley sits on the couch, flipping through a book as she talks to Agnes; at the table, Rebekah sits and types on a laptop]
Hayley: I told you Agnes, I feel great!
Agnes: You are overdue for a checkup.
Hayley: What am I gonna do? Pop into the Quarter for a quick ultrasound? A pregnant werewolf escorted by a witch—nothing to see here!
Rebekah: A lot of women would kill to have a child. It strikes me as odd that you're not taking better care of yours.
Agnes: I know a doctor out in the bayou. Off the beaten path. Now, I took the liberty of making an appointment for you. Tonight, after-hours, just us. Vampires will never get word of it.
