s1e13: crescent city
Brynley let out a bored sigh the next day as Elijah examined a witch named Papa Tunde's corpse, Marcel and Klaus standing beside him.
"Can I get you anything, brother? A magnifying glass? A pipe, perhaps?" Klaus joked.
"That was funny." Brynley smirked.
"You know, I think I like you better this way." Klaus admitted and Brynley shrugged.
"You have a theory you'd like to share with us, Niklaus?" Elijah asked.
"Back in the day, the witches wanted to send a threat, they'd just kill a chicken and leave it on your doorstep." Marcel reminded.
"It's rather a large and ominous chicken, wouldn't you say?" Elijah debated.
"Papa Tunde defeated Rebekah with ease, almost got the two of us as well. If he was supposed to be the prize fighter, why leave him for dead in our front yard?" Klaus questioned.
"Well, don't you look cheery." Rebekah walked in. "Listen to this-- A girl literally exploded from a grave today as Sabine was giving a tour of the city of the dead. It was Monique Deveraux."
"What?" Klaus spoke up.
"The tourists thought it was part of the show, but the witches are celebrating like it's some kind of bloody miracle." Rebekah rolled her eyes.
"Maybe it is. They think that all hope is lost, but now suddenly a Harvest girl is resurrected. This is how we're gonna get Davina back-– kill the witch who took her place." Marcel declared.
"I have a theory about who one of them could be. Celeste." Hayley suggested.
"Oh, Elijah's old lover that Brynley was secretly jealous of and you gave Sophie the bone location of?" Brynley spoke up and Hayley rolled her eyes slightly. Elijah looked at his soulmate in shock slightly, not knowing his Brynley was jealous of his old lover.
"Yeah, her," Hayley nodded. "I mean, it's got to be. Davina was trying to tell us, she was drawing pictures of Celeste. She was warning us that a great evil is coming."
"First, Papa Tunde returns to settle old scores, now your murdered lover is back. This isn't witches attacking vampires. They're declaring war on us." Klaus rambled.
"It's not too early for scotch, is it, with all the witchy shenanigans and subterfuge afoot?" Rebekah asked as Brynley took a sip of bourbon, Elijah next to her in the study.
"It is entirely too early if one intends to drive, yes." Elijah nodded.
"Wow, you can be funny." Brynley mumbled and Elijah rolled his eyes, missing his soulmate.
"Funny, I don't have any plans to go anywhere." Rebekah replied.
"You're not safe here, Brynley, neither is Hayley." Elijah began and Rebekah and Brynley both rolled her eyes. "You three should go to the plantation house."
"I can take care of myself, I'm not your helpless Brynley who follows you around like a blind chihuahua." Brynley walked out of the room and Elijah rolled his eyes once more.
"Are you worried about Bryn, or whether or not you can trust me?" Rebekah looked at her brother.
"It's precisely because I trust you that I'm asking you to do this." Elijah replied.
"Here's a novel idea-- why don't you let Brynley decide for herself? She said she could take care of herself. Why are you dictating her fate?" Rebekah asked.
"You know why." Elijah sighed. "She's not herself."
"Then perhaps you should take her yourself." Rebekah shrugged.
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