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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THE ABBATOIR COMPOUND
[Elijah enters the study to find Klaus searching furiously for something on the bookshelf.]
ELIJAH: Can I help you find something?
KLAUS: Yes, in fact, I believe you can. I'm looking for a book, about yay big, filled with our mother's most powerful spells. It appears to have been misplaced.
ELIJAH: [sits at his desk] How very mysterious.
KLAUS: Indeed. At first, I feared the witches had succeeded in their efforts to obtain it, but, considering their last attempt ended with me relieving a rather large, tattooed gentleman of his hands, I began to wonder if the thief wasn't a bit closer to home. [notices Elijah nonchalantly scribbling in a notebook] Don't make this harder than it needs to be, brother.
ELIJAH: Well, admittedly, I did have a theory that your sudden interest in mother's grimoire was in some way related to whatever foolishness you've been conducting with the Crescent wolves. Therefore, I took it upon myself to carefully place it where naughty, little fingers could not pry.
KLAUS: And here I thought you, of all people, would understand. I am simply trying to help those wolves! Play Samaritan to the abused, champion to the underdog, so to speak.
ELIJAH: How splendidly noble of you.
KLAUS: Have you ever considered that, like you, I am trying to keep Hayley safe? Using our mother's magic to empower her people so they are capable of protecting her?
ELIJAH: [stands up and walks toward him] Yes, unless, of course, they decide to seek retribution for decades held in exile, and Hayley will find herself in the middle of an uprising. One that will only provoke further violence. You see, you risk turning New Orleans into a war zone, brother. I won't let that happen.
KLAUS: The drums of war were beating long before we returned. I suggest you use a little less of this [makes a talking gesture with his hand] and a little more of these. [points to his ears, and smiles fake before sitting on the couch.]
THE BAYOU
[Hayley and Eve are in their shack, where Eve is helping Hayley prepare for giving birth.]
EVE: That's it. Inhale and release.
HAYLEY: I guess this means no epidural, huh? You sure I can't do this thing in, say, a hospital, the place with the doctors and the drugs?
EVE: Honey, the werewolves have been having babies out here since before you were born. Stop worrying.
HAYLEY: Okay. Then what, Eve? I don't even know what it's like to have a mother, let alone be one.
EVE: Trust me, when the time comes, you'll know exactly what to do.
HAYLEY: I hope so. As fun as it is to image Klaus changing dirty diapers, I'm pretty sure that I'll be doing this alone.
