Vampire Diva Diaries- New Orleans Diva

10 "- Hayley the Queen of Light"

FORMER MIKAELSON MANSION

[Klaus is in the middle of digging up Esther's grave where she was buried at the old, burnt-out . He pulls her coffin out of the ground and turns and glares at the starlings he hears chirping in the trees nearby. He begins to douse the coffin in gasoline]

Klaus: Are you watching this, Mother? Nothing says "I loathe you" quite like desecrating a corpse!
[He pulls out a lighter and lights it, but before he can drop it on the coffin, he hears a familiar voice call out to him]

Kasia - Niklaus!
[Klaus turns to see Her on the other end of the yard, walking toward the plantation house. Klaus, confused and a bit suspicious, follows her. Inside, Kasia starts to tap the keys of the burnt-up piano as Klaus slowly approaches her]

Kasia : [smiles] You seem troubled. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were worried.
Klaus: [scowls] What has she done to you?
Kasia : A thousand years of murder and mayhem, and Mother believes she can still save our souls. She runs her finger across the piano keys] She wants to talk. Perhaps we should listen?
[Klaus smiles for a moment before angrily picking up a piece of overturned furniture]

Klaus: ENOUGH!
[The furniture passes right through Kasja and she disappears, revealing that she was only an illusion]

Klaus: The petty illusions, Esther! Where is Kasia ?
[Suddenly, Lenore/Esther appears behind him]

ESTHER: Shew preoccupied at the moment. I'm helping her find her way. But, not to worry, I'll return him to you. All I ask is that you hear me out.
Klaus: You expect me to sit through a sermon of your lies?
ESTHER: I have lied in the past, to my shame. But, I'm going to tell you the truth. I'm in the process of making Kasia into the women she was meant to be. And, I intend to do the same for you.
[After the break, Esther and Klaus continue their talk]

ESTHER: This plantation, ruined by fire. How sad, not to mention symbolic. After all, you never intended to build a true home here. Even as Hayley carried your child, as Rebekah and Kasia who was again the mother of twins sought to defend you, your thoughts were focused on only your conquest of the Quarter. Tell me, how did that go?
Klaus: I'm sorry. Is this some sort of motherly critique? Please feel free to choke on it.
ESTHER: I mention your failures only to make a point, my dear. You've endured several lifetimes of misery, never mind the suffering you've caused others, even to your own blood. You yourself remain trapped in a perpetual state of despair. I have come to offer you a means to escape that cycle.
Klaus: And that's about all the hypocrisy I can take. I suggest you give me my brother before I get angry.
ESTHER: Such hatred. It breaks my heart to see you like this. The boy I loved.
Klaus: Your love was a curse, an affect you feigned. The truth is, you're not better than Mikael, and like him you seem to have crawled back from the grave simply to ruin your children.
[Esther's eyes widen in shock, and he realizes this is news to her]

Klaus: [amused] Oh! You didn't know! Yes, the Destroyer has risen, brought back to kill me by the witch Davina. Surely Kol has revealed everything to you? [Esther's face remains blank] Or, is Mother's loyal little boot-licker not quite so loyal, after all?

KIERAN'S SECRET APARTMENT

[Cami is in the hidden room in her uncle's apartment, surrounded by shelves of mystical objects and files that Kieran had amassed over the years. She peers through a large book on a desk, and skims the pages until she comes across the name Vincent Griffith. Her eyes widen in shock, just as Marcel appears behind her]

MARCEL: I bet you want a new adviser right about now.
CAMI: [startled] Who is he, Marcel? I mean, really?
MARCEL: Long story short is... impossible.
CAMI: I checked the school website. Vincent Griffith has no other academic credentials. And, according to my Uncle Kieran's big book of New Orlean's bloodlines, Griffith is a family of witches.
MARCEL: Oh, it's worse than that. Your therapist has a thousand-year-old dead vampire inside of him named...Finn Mikaelson.
CAMI: [gasps in shock] My adviser is Klaus' brother? Oh God, Marcel! He came into Rousseau's today, asking questions about Klaus, and ordered my favorite drink like he's been watching me. Why?
MARCEL: [shrugs] Probably to get the scoop on Klaus. Or, maybe to use you as bait for a trap. I don't know. It doesn't matter. Either way, you're done with that guy.
CAMI: [determined] No. I'm just getting started.