Always and Forever

Après Moi, Le Déluge

"The Italians call them strega. The Yoruba of West Africa call them aje, meaning mother. Where my mother was from, they call them hexa, and here we call them witch. Over the centuries, vampires have fought them and fought beside them, bedded them and burned them. Whether adversary or ally, they have been a force to be reckoned with. Their ancestral magic anchors this city. There's never been one all-powerful witch until Davina." Elijah looks between Klaus and Hayley.

Klaus sits opposite of Hayley in a leather chair, holding a glass of scotch. "Who is now tucked in safe and sound down the hall under my protection. Your Celeste was quite beautiful and a portent of evil according to our volatile artist in residence."

"Yes. Perhaps Davina's mistaken what she calls evil for power. Celeste was certainly very powerful in her day, but she's been dead for over two hundred years. I don't understand. Why all these sketches now?"

"Why does any witch do anything?"

Marcel enters Davina's room with a tray of food.

Davina sits up in her bed and throws her hands up, using her magic to fly back against the wall. "Go away!" She screams.

Marcel groans and slowly sits up. "Come on. You got to be starving. You haven't eaten since--"

"Since your best friend killed my best friend?" She glares at him.

"Davina, I'm sorry about what happened to this kid Tim."

"I'm sorry you don't hate Klaus for what he did or want to make him pay."

"He'll pay for what he did one way or the other, but right now, I just want to make peace with you."

"Why? So we can be one big happy frankenstein family?" She uses her magic and flings a vase at him.

Klaus closes his eyes and looks over his shoulder at the sudden crash. "Well, that's going well."

Elijah sighs and looks at Hayley, then Klaus as he leans against a filing cabinet. "If you're trying to win the girls trust, perhaps poisoning her one true love was not the most splendid idea."

"Oh. Are there any more inopportune deaths you'd like to wave in my face?"

Elijah looks at his brother again, making a face and smiling tightly. "Give me a month. I'll get you a list."

Klaus grins a little, looking at Hayley then at his hands. He then sighs out in annoyance at another crash coming from Davina's room. "Young, old, dead, or alive, witches are a pain in the ass." He gets up from his chair, making his way towards Davina's room.

Davina goes to throw another vase, but stops when she leans over on her bed and starts to throw up dirt.

Marcel walks over and holds her hair back with one hand, and rubs her back with the other. "Davina, Davina!"

Klaus enters her room. "What's with all the racket?" His eyes look to her throwing up dirt, his eyes holding concern. "Bloody hell."

Davina looks up at Marcel with tears in her eyes as she sobs, throwing up more dirt.

Hayley stands up from the couch and fidgets with her fingers. "Elijah?" She watches him stop, and she breathes out. "There's something you need to know." She opens her mouth to say something, but is cut off when the house starts shaking violently, almost as if an earthquake is happening. She lays her hands protectively on her stomach as Elijah grabs her arms, holding her steady.

Elijah walks out of the parlor and onto the balcony with Hayley behind him. They look down at the ground and see Rebekah.

Rebekah looks up at them, her brows furrowed in confusion. "What the hell is going on?"