Mikealson

Saving the Little Wolf

Elijah: I gave my word.

[Father Kieran stands up to greet Elijah]

Klaus: You tend to give your word at the most inopportune times, brother. We've been doing things your way all day. Come on! Just one little snap and it's "Toodle-loo, Agnes." She deserves it!

Elijah: Niklaus, don't make another move. You have asked for my forgiveness. I will grant you that forgiveness, but do not make me break my word.

[Klaus glares at his brother as he considers it. After a moment, he lets Agnes go]

Klaus: [opens arms wide] My noble brother, how was that for personal growth, eh? Still, it is just like you to spoil all of my fun.

Elijah: [stares Agnes in the eyes] Oh, not necessarily.

[Elijah zooms over to one of the men who helped Agnes and rips his heart out, throws a second man up into the air, and does the same to a third as he rips out the man's heart. He turns to Klaus with a bloody heart in each hand, and drops them to the floor. He pulls out his pocket square to wipe his hands as Agnes stares in horror, and Klaus grins proudly behind her]

Elijah: Now, I swore you would not die by my brother's hand. I said nothing of my own. [He grabs Agnes in a choke-hold and pushes her backwards] Nobody hurts my family and lives. [He quickly snaps her neck, and turns to leave] No one.

[Rebekah, who is wearing Marcel's button-up shirt over her underwear, leans on the balcony's railing and looks at the people on the street below. Marcel comes up behind her and nuzzles at her neck]

REBEKAH: Mmm. I've been away from this home almost a hundred years, and you haven't changed a thing in my bedroom. MARCEL: [smiles] I guess I was holding out hope that you'd come back to it. Though, I imagine it's not quite as comfortable as those beds at the Palace Royale Hotel.REBEKAH: [smiles awkwardly] It's plenty comfortable! [She pauses and turns toward her bag] I'm famished!

[She pulls out one of the apples from the plantation and offers it to him]

MARCEL: Nah, apples aren't my thing.REBEKAH: They were your favorite, one upon a time.MARCEL: Ah, they were! I'd get my ass beat if I ever ate them working on that plantation. Even the spoiled ones. Now, they just remind me of a time when I couldn't have things. REBEKAH: [leans against Marcel and grabs his arms] Well, now you can have whatever you want. [She pauses a moment] Come with me. MARCEL: And go where, Rebekah?REBEKAH: Wherever we want to! We can build a home together, we can leave behind Klaus, this city, and those Orphan-Annie vampires...MARCEL: Whoa, whoa, those "Orphan-Annie vampires" are my family, and this city is my home.REBEKAH: It was my home, too, once. I left.MARCEL: You ran. I stayed! This empire thrives because of me, and you want me to run? A man does not run from his home!REBEKAH: [coldly] I've lived a lot longer than you have, Marcellus. I have seen kings rise, and fall, but there is one thing I know to be true. It is that no matter how matter how big your empire becomes, it is nothing if you have no one to share it with. [She glares at him] You want New Orleans? Have it. I won't be here to stop you.

[She shoves the apple into his chest and leaves. Marcel angrily stares out at the street and thinks about what just happened. When he looks at the apple, he realizes something and picks it up so he can smell it]

[Josh has stopped by to find Klaus. Hayley answers the door]

JOSH: Where is he? I've been trying to find him all day. Marcel knows that Klaus lied to him about where he lives. HAYLEY: [sighs] I'm not his damn keeper, Josh.JOSH: Fine! Just... tell him to call me, please.HAYLEY: Okay.

[Hayley shuts the door, and Josh walks away from the house, not knowing that Marcel is standing behind the tree and has heard their entire conversation. Marcel sees a bunch of apples that have fallen from the apple tree and onto the ground. When he picks one up, he flashes back to when he was just a young boy, right before Klaus adopted him, when he was being whipped by the plantation's slave-master. Young Marcel picks up an apple and lobs it at the man in anger. In the present, Marcel looks at the apple in his hand, and then looks over at the front door to the plantation house]