SEASON THREE - EPISODE TWENTY TWO
"THE BLOODY CROWN"
...Mikaelson Compound...
Klaus is at the nursery holding Theodore and Hope, talking to them.
"What better life might have awaited you both, were another man your father?" he asks in a dark tone "All those who have loved me, have lived to regret it. But I do know this, my littlest wolves, I will do right by you two"
He kisses both of their foreheads.
"Don't sound so depressive" a soft, loving voice sounds from behind them "that's not true"
Rosalind enters the room with a soft smile.
"Isn't it?" Klaus asks rhetorically, not convinced.
"No!" she shakes her head "I'm hardly someone to believe in fate, but I do believe it was meant to be"
She sees Hope holding out her little arms towards her.
"What was the chance of you becoming a father?!" she asks rhetorically as she takes a whining Hope in her arms "yet, you got the double package"
She gestures her head towards Theodore, who was too busy trying to chew one of Klaus' necklace.
"You are worthy of being their father" she says "and you will have a lot to teach them when they grow up a little"
Klaus raises an eyebrow at her.
"Do you think?" he asks.
She nods.
"There are some things that only a father can teach someone" Rosalind says and notices Klaus' insecurity eyes looking at the twins "I mean..." she sits on the floor and places Hope on top of a white fluffy blanket.
Rosalind taps the place besides her, asking for Klaus to join her.
He sits on her right side and place Theodore besides Hope, smiling at the interaction between both babies.
"My father taught me how to drive" she starts speaking. It was fascinating for him to listen. To know how was her past "to cook and play soccer"
She sees Klaus paying attention at her like a children listening to a bedtime story.
"That's impressive" he comments softly "you're telling me you've learned your cooking skills with your father?"
Rosalind nods with a smile.
"My mom was a disaster at the kitchen" she says "she never really cooked, it was always take outs with her"
Theodore makes a squeak noise as he and Hope play with some toys nearby.
"I'm sure you'll have plenty of things to teach them" Rosalind finishes with a gentle smile.
Before Klaus could open his mouth to answer, he felt an unpleasant presence behind them.
Elijah approaches, though Klaus doesn't look at him while Rosalind keeps entertaining the babies.
"What do you want, Elijah?" Klaus asks in a hard tone.
"I'm not foolish enough to ask your forgiveness, so I'll say it again..." the older Original says "...I had no choice. We protect this family at any cost"
"You think I'm not aware how heavy that burden is?" Klaus snaps.
"No!" Elijah shakes his head "I think that this time...that burden is simply too much to bear" he finishes his speech, staring straight at Rosalind, even though, she doesn't meet his eyes.
Klaus has no words. Elijah leaves the room.
His sour mood was quickly replaced when Theodore crawls over him with a baby grin and a few teeth showing.
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Downstairs, in one of the studies, Freya is working on spells. Kol approaches her.
"Well, you said you put the Prophecy to rest, so what's the worry?" Kol asks.
"I didn't sleep last night. I just had this feeling of dread. I don't know if it's my own guilt or maybe, it's my intuition telling me something's coming" Freya explains tiredly.
"And what's this? Your early warning system?" Kol asks.
"This map is spelled to trace Niklaus' enemies. Let's just hope I'm being paranoid" she answers, a little annoyed by his tone.
Freya sighs, reciting incantation. The blood on the map drips to NOLA from all directions over the world.
"Calaste piso tal tras es tros. Calaste piso tal tras es tros..."
"I guess you're not being paranoid, when there is, in fact, a hoard of killers there to get you" Kol says with a hint of fear, starting to show in his eyes.
...Lafayette Cemetery...
Marcel stares at Davina Claire's tombstone and touches the stone. Vincent approaches.
"All this was you?" Marcel asks quietly.
"No..." Vincent trailed off "...I had help. Davina Claire. She's the one that made sure The Ancestors were gone for good. It's the last thing she did"
"That means you've done your part. That just leaves me to do mine" Marcel says.
"Are you sure you can?" Vincent asks.
"Am I sure I can? The whole point of me taking Lucien's serum was so I'd have the power to deal with The Mikaelsons" Marcel explains.
"Marcel, there's a big difference between having the power and actually using the power to kill somebody. And these people were your family" Vincent says with a pointed look.
"They were my family. Do you know why I even bothered pretending like I hadn't already taken the serum? I needed to see how my family would react. Elijah killed me in cold blood" Marcel sneers.
Vincent is taking this in.
"Yeah, so what ever happens next, they've earned it" Marcel says with a shrug.
"Did the people of New Orleans earned it too?" Vincent asks "Cause I've been hearing the rumors about vampires, just flocking into town and it looks to me you're dead set on starting a war. And I need to know what happens to the innocent people, when they get caught in the crossfire of that. Now, you got to promise me you're gonna do what's right for the people of this city" Vincent pleads.
"That's exactly what I'm gonna do" Marcel nods with a firm tone.
He seems to notice Vincent wanting to say something more, but hesitating on doing it.
"What is it?" Marcel asks.
Vincent sighs.
"I know this is probably something you've thought about it, but..." he sighs "...what about Rosie? And the twins?"
Marcel looks down.
Of course he had thought about it.
Simply.
He doesn't care what happens to the Mikaelson family, as long as Rosalind and the twins are safe and away from them.
After all, in his mind, they've brought nothing but darkness into her life.
...Mikaelson Compound...
Freya reciting incantation over the map, seeping a vile of blood.
She sees lots of blood, she gasps, she hears noises of a crowd nearby, footsteps are approaching, a female vampire scratches her neck with a poisoned ring.
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Klaus, Kol and Elijah hear a struggle upstairs, they run to the gate. A vampire crowd shows up, closes in on the brothers, Marcel enters the compound.
Oh shit!
"Never thought it would come to this. But as always, The Mikaelsons made my choice for me" Marcel sarcastically smiles.
All of their face drained from any color.
"Marcel..." Klaus breathed out in pure shock "...how?"
"How are we in your home? I've friends who can nullify a deed, foreclose on a property like that" Marcel snaps his fingers "Or did you mean...how am I not a rotting corpse?"
"I thought my friend was dead, and yet here you are. So send these fools away, and let's talk. You and me" Klaus says.
"Is that relief I hear?" Marcel mocks "Really? If I hadn't been one step ahead of you, I would be at the bottom of the river"
"Marcel, your anger is with me. I'm the one that's responsible for this crime against you" Elijah steps forward.
"One thing I learned sticking around this family, Elijah, you take on one of you, you are taking on all of you. These guys, Klaus' sirelings, they're here to bear witness today" Marcel gestures around.
"Are you planning to put on a little show, Marcellus?" Kol asks in his classic 'why don't you kill me' tone.
"Damn straight I am. The Fall of The Mikaelsons. And guess what?" Marcel licks his lips "the show has already started"
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Freya's gasping and grunting, she is falling on the carpet, the female vampire is watching her. Suddenly she is killed from behind by Rosalind.
"What did they do to you?" Rosalind asks, walking over Freya.
"Poison" Freya groans.
"Let's get you out of here" they see another vampire entering, Rosalind kills him too "Come on. Let's go" Freya leans on Rosalind and they both leave.
...Rosalind's Apartment...
Rosalind and Freya go upstairs, Freya lays down on the sofa.
"Lie down, don't move" Rosalind says.
"The Prophecy is coming true. This is the time Lucien said would come" Freya mutters.
"No!" Rosalind shakes her head "There has to be another way out of this. Especially with your magic" Rosalind bites her wrist and offers it to Freya "Here, drink. It won't cure you, but it will help you. Lucien has an antidote to the poison in his penthouse"
Freya refuses, her eyes with pure fear.
"Even if I was cured, the power I used to fight Lucien, it's gone. There's nothing that can stop Marcel now" Freya groans again.
Rosalind sighs and bits her lip, in deep thought.
"I know what I have to do" Rosalind says determined "Stay here, watch the twins!"
...Mikaelson Compound...
Kol approaches Marcel.
"I know you're hurt. I loved Davina, too. And it would break her heart to see you like this" Kol says.
Marcel points at Kol angrily.
"Don't mention her name. If it weren't for you, she'd still be alive" Marcel sneers.
Kol knocks Marcel's hand down.
"But she's not. This is an insult to her memory" Kol shouts.
They start a fight, the crowd is yelling. Marcel bites Kol, while Elijah and Klaus are watching in horror. Marcel snaps Kol's neck and tosses him away.
"Kol!" Klaus shouts.
Elijah starts a vicious fight by trying to punch Marcel with vamp-speed, Marcel appears to side step the attack. Klaus jumps into the fight with a right hook, only for Macel to duck & grab his hand. Marcel then turns to face Elijah in time to kick him away before he can land a punch. The momentary distraction allows Klaus to land a couple of blows. Marcel answers back with a powerful punch, that sends The original hybrid flying into the wall behind him. Elijah takes over. Marcel bites Elijah's arm. The crowd cheers as Klaus watches helplessly. Marcel throws Elijah across the room. Klaus hybrid face appears, as he rises to his feet. Marcel invites klaus with a gesture for Klaus to bring it. Klaus charges at Marcel with Vamp-speed. Suddenly Rosalind shows up and interferes.
"STOP!" Rosalind yells, stepping between them, with her arms standing up both her sides.
Klaus clenched his fists.
The last person he wanted involved...
"Rosie..." Marcel whispers.
"Rebekah has the twins and Freya" she says directly at Klaus "Take Kol and Elijah and go, now" she demands, not leaving space for him to argue. Despite his wishes to snap her neck and take her away as fast as possible "Marcel will not hurt me" she looks at Marcel "Not if he knows what's good for him"
Klaus hesitates, but after an encouraging nod from her, he takes his brothers and they leave on vampire speed.
Rosalind turns towards Marcel.
"Now it's only you and I" she says "So your explanation better be quick and it better be good"
...Lucien's Penthouse...
Rebekah and Freya are searching for the antidote.
"It's not here. I can't find it" Freya shakes her head.
"Calm down, Freya" Rebekah says, leaning against the wall for support, seeing that she was struggling with her hex "Think. When you were poisoned before, Nik stole an antidote from Lucien. It has to be here"
"There's no other place to look. If I can't find the cure, I will die" Freya weakly sits down.
The Mikaelson brothers burst into the apartment, Kol badly wounded between them.
"Freya!" Klaus shouts.
Rebekah sees Elijah's wound.
"Elijah!" she gasps.
"Don't, please. We'll deal with it later" Elijah shakes his head.
Kol slumps on the sofa and gasps.
"I am going to die" he groaned.
Both Hope and Theodore start crying.
"You're not going to die" Klaus says.
Kol chuckles.
"That sounds familiar" he says "Isn't that what you said to Finn and Rosie?" he frowns with himself "I'm no hybrid to resurrect like her"
"Look, Lucien engineered his venom from the seven werewolf packs, so maybe, that's the key to a cure" Klaus explains.
"Oh great, that's the first piece in a puzzle none of us will be alive to solve. I'm poisoned, Rebeka's hexed, and our brothers are bitten. We need three different cures to three different ailments, each of which could take years to find, and none of us will make it through the day" Freya snaps, panting a little.
...Mikaelson Compound...
Marcel and Rosalind discuss the matter privately.
"What the hell just happened?!" she asks rhetorically.
"I've made my choice" Marcel says.
"And what brilliant choice is that?" she asks incredulously "this is..." she trailed off "...this is crazy, Marcel!"
"Oh, there's no going back. This is a fight to the death, and I won't lose" Marcel determinedly says.
"Why are you doing this?" she asks, in a more quietly tone.
"You really need to ask that? Can you honestly defend them? After what they did to me? To Davina?" Marcel snaps, before taking a deep breath "to you?"
Rosalind frowns.
"No!" she exclaims "I cannot defend them, but what you did..." her voice cracks at the end "...there is no cure! You knew it! You saw what happened to me!"
"Rosie..." he was cut off.
"How could you do this?" she raises her voice "they're our family and condemn them to the most painful fate! Why? Why would you do that?"
"BECAUSE IS WHAT THEY DESERVE!" Marcel yells "ALL OF THEM! IF IT WASN'T FOR THEM, WE WOULD BE FINE! DAVINA WOULD BE ALIVE AND YOUR LIFE WOULDN'T BE RUINED!"
Rosalind gasps and takes a step back.
They stood there, facing each other for a while.
"The blood that runs in my veins, determined my life, even before I've triggered my curse" Rosalind starts "They didn't ruin anything!"
Marcel scoffs.
"See? This is your heart speaking! This is what they love the most about you!" he snaps "no matter how screwed things with them goes, you will still be there!"
Now, Rosalind goes furious.
"DO YOU WANT ME TO BE BORN AGAIN?" she finally screams "THIS IS WHO I AM!"
She starts to cry and backs away a little, completely missing the heartbroken look at his face.
"Elijah is as good as dead. So is Kol. Before the night's over. Klaus will follow along with them" Marcel says.
"Who is your next victim, me?!" she pushes him.
Marcel looks hurt at her assumptions.
"No, no" he shakes his head "I would never hurt you. But I'm not backing down. I am taking back my home, my city, my freedom"
"I hate this thing you and Klaus have about 'my city'" she mutters with a cold stare "why couldn't we all just live our lives? We have all the time and resources to do whatever we want! Why?"
He doesn't say anything. Frankly, he wasn't able to answer.
"The Marcel that I knew..." she starts "...my best friend, the man who saved me the night I triggered my curse..." her voice faltered "...never fancied himself judge, jury, and executioner"
"You want justice?!" he rhetorically asks "Well, that's a hell of a lot more than they offered me" she looks away "but if you are asking me this, sure...sure. Let's have justice"
Rosalind only stares at him.
...Lucien's Penthouse...
Freya is taking care of a sweating Kol on the sofa.
"You know, maybe it's fair that you and I pay for what was done to Davina" Kol groans.
"No, Davina didn't want revenge, okay?" Freya says in a soft voice.
"Just put me out of my misery! At least put me to bloody sleep!" Kol shouts.
Freya suddenly forms a plan in her head.
In the other room Klaus talks to Elijah who sits in a chair, sweating.
"She's taking too much to return" Elijah mutters, panting.
Klaus rests his face in his hands.
"I know" he says in a pained whisper.
The only thing keeping him sane was the fact that Marcel wouldn't dare to kill her. Not because of them, because of her herself.
"Please take care of her" Elijah pleads, even weaker.
"I promise you" Klaus doesn't hesitate.
"And Rebekah" Elijah adds.
"I will protect our sister, and I will make Marcel pay" Klaus says.
"No brother, no, no. This was not..."Elijah inhales sharply "This was not Marcel. This was me. This was my fault. I did all...all of this" he rises from his chair, clasping his arm.
"I can't do this without you, Elijah" Klaus shakes his head in denial.
Elijah embraces Klaus, grasping his neck to talk into his ear.
"Listen to me. You have to be strong. We need you"
Klaus has tears in his eyes behind Elijah's back. They look at each other again and Klaus nods yes.
Suddenly, the front door bursted out opened, revealing a very distressed Rosalind.
"Rosie!" Rebekah stands from her position besides Kol and walks over her, embracing the blonde "thank goodness!"
Rebekah notices Rosalind's trembling form.
"What's wrong?" she asks.
At this point, Klaus and Elijah have also came back into the room.
Rosalind stares at Klaus, her heart shattered. She looks over Elijah and Kol as a single tear fell from her eye.
"Listen..." she looks straight into Rebekah's eyes "...the Marcel you knew is gone"
She looks over Klaus.
"There's an army of your sirelings eager for blood. Marcel has them set to tear apart the city to find you, but after a brief chat, he's considered an alternative" she swallowed hard "Though I think it might be worse. He wants you to come back here and stand trial for your sins"
"Before a jury of those who hate me the most? Like hell I will" Klaus furiously states.
"That's the thing" she approaches him "If you don't, this mob will hunt you down. And given their current frenzy, I can't imagine they'll show any mercy to you or anyone standing in their way"
They stare at each other, as it having a mental conversation.
Klaus goes back to the room where Theodore and Hope are as he ponders about Rosalind's words. He goes back to Lucien's living room.
"It's not a trial, this is suicide. Take Rosie and the twins, get the hell out of the city" Elijah says between his pants.
"No!" Rosalind shakes her head "We won't leave you all here"
"No! Davina please! No, don't leave me!" Kol deliriously shouts.
They all rush to Kol to hold him down.
"Shh..." Elijah shushes him.
"There may be a way to save them" Freya states.
"Then I will move the world to make it so" Klaus says.
"I need time" Freya stares at him.
"You think I should stand trial before that death-dealing mob?" Klaus half asks half snaps.
"Well, that's the easy part. In order to save your family, you need to come out of that trial alive" Freya explains what was in her mind.
Rosalind stares nervously at Klaus.
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Back in the room where Theodore and Hope are inside their crib, completely unaware of the current predicament. Klaus is saying goodbye to them, with his heart aching painfully. He puts two letters into their bag. Rosalind enters the room.
"Nik.." she whispers.
He stands on his feet.
He couldn't postpone the eventual fate.
It was for them.
Because of Elijah, Freya, Kol, Rebekah.
For Hope and Theodore.
And for her.
"Don't do this" she shakes her head "it's too dangerous. Let me come with you"
"Absolutely not" he walks over her "Besides, I am the only one they want"
He cups her face.
"Please..." she whispers with a small voice.
"Some time ago I had a hard time on trusting you with Hope and Theo" he softly says.
"Nik..." she whispers.
"I took you from the twins" he continues "I was wrong." he holds her neck and looks at Rosalind "Take care of them"
"No..." her tears start to fall "...I can't...I...I...I can't do this on my own"
"Of course you can" he says "if there's anyone in this world that's capable of everything, it's you"
"I..." she struggles to complete her phrase "...please, don't leave me!"
"I don't have a choice, my love" he whispers and rests his forehead on hers "but I am at complete peace knowing that I am loved not by anyone, but for you Rosie"
He takes out of his jacket pocket, an old vintage black velvet box. Inside of it was a fancy, big diamond ring.
"What..." her eyes widened.
He smiles sadly at her.
"I've kept this ring for a very, very long time" he says "at first, I didn't understand why I still had it with me, but after I met you..."
He takes the ring out of the little box and places it on the ringer finger before placing a kiss on her hand.
"How long have you been thinking about doing this?" she asks with a soft yet sad smile.
He smirks in fake innocence.
"A month?" the smirks still stays there "two months?"
He shakes his head.
"A year?" again, no "oh god! Since when?"
"How old Theo and Hope are?" he rhetorically asks her and she gasps.
"No way!" she starts to laugh "you decided to give it to me now, why?"
He takes a deep breath and intertwined their fingers together.
"This is my promise to you" he says "a promise that one day we will have the eternity for us"
Oh my little heart...
"One day!" she repeats.
"One day!" he nods.
She smiles through her tears and brings her hand to wipes his tears away.
"Then, I will be waiting for our happy ending, however long it takes" she says.
Not wasting anymore time, he rest one hand at the side of her neck and one arm around her waist, bringing her into a lovingly, painful one last kiss.
There's this moment we wish could last forever.
The most important things in our lives always come in a second.
Separating from the kiss, with their noses still touching, he traces every single detail of her face, memorizing it.
"I love you" he whispers "with all my heart"
"I love you too" she whispers back "always and forever"
"Always and forever" he repeats and leaves a single, warm kiss on her forehead, before stepping away from her, leaving the room and a part of him with her.
As soon as she felt the coldness of his absence, a sob left her lips.
Rosalind brings her hand towards her chest and caress the ring with her thumb. She kneels in front of the crib where the twins were.
"I promise..." she whispers and closes her eyes.
...Mikaelson Compound...
Klaus enters the gate silently, Rebekah is right behind him.
"Are you ready?" she quietly asks.
Klaus grasps her wrist and rubbing over the skull mark in her skin.
"Are you?" he asks back.
"For Freya's plan to work, I can't go mad and you can't die. What are the bloody odds of that?" Rebekah asks.
"Wasn't it you who once said I could talk my way out of hell?" Klaus jokes.
They both smile, hug each other, clasp hands and enter the hall of the compound, the crowd is cheering, a fire is burning, but the mob is silent when Marcel speaks.
"The great Klaus Mikaelson has decided to grace us with his presence" Marcel announced.
"I have nothing to hide, Marcel. You wish to put me on trial for my many grievous sins. Well, go on. Have at it" Klaus says.
The crowd cheers again. They put Klaus on a box. Marcel addresses him.
"Klaus Mikaelson. Sire to a thousand years' worth of angry faces. How does it feel to be this hated? Go on. Look at them. I said, look at them! They're all yours, after all" Marcel points at a vampire "Do you remember him? 1694. His wife accused Rebekah of witch craft. So you turned him and then compelled him to drain his wife dry" he points to another vampire "Or this man. He was a simple farmer. In 1745, he made the mistake of owning land that you wanted. You could've easily taken it. Instead, you turned him and then made him burn his entire village to the ground" he goes over to a female vampire "Or this woman. 1891. Her mother had pneumonia. Coughed all through the night. You got annoyed. So you turned them both, and made her watch as you burned her mother alive"
"Yes yes yes, my sins were terrible indeed. But they taught the world to fear me, and that fear protected my family" Klaus announces, seeming unbothered.
"Don't preach to me about family! I was your family once. Or so you said. And where did that get me?" Marcel rhetorically asks.
"I could've left you nameless and alone, but I didn't. I took you and I made you all that you are" Klaus retorts.
"I guess you made everyone here. Made us all in your image" Marcel spat "angry, paranoid...merciless. Why? Why even bother siring us? Were you afraid to be alone? Was that it? Did you want to make something so vile and disgusting, like you? In the end, the reason doesn't matter. You made us, you abandoned us, and anyone who dared stand up for themselves, you took away everything that we loved. Because that is what you do!" he steps closer "And for that you must pay"
The crowd cheers around them.
...Lucien's Penthouse...
Freya is writing a spell down, Kol suffers a delirium.
"No! Don't hurt her!" he shouts.
"Freya! It's getting worse" Rosalind calls out for the witch.
"Don't hurt her, Davina!"
"Calm down, calm down, okay?" Rosalind tries to calm him.
"Davina is gone. She's gone" Kol sobs in her arms.
"She's at peace now. It's okay" Rosalind coos him, with tears of her own.
Suddenly, Kol pushes Rosalind away from him, causing her to land on the floor hardly.
Elijah comes over to help.
"Brother! Calm yourself" he raises his voice at Kol, who seemed to be snapped out of a trance "Are you okay?" he looks concernedly at Rosalind.
"Yeah, I'm fine" she nods.
"I'm sorry, Rosie" Kol groaned.
...Mikaelson Compound...
The crowd continues to cheer.
"Enough!" Rebekah shouts and the crowd quiets "You will not condemn my brother before I have had a chance to speak on his behalf"
Marcel chuckled.
"You want to speak?" he asks "All right. Go ahead"
"You accuse my brother of unjust retaliation. Of killing your loved ones. But how is he any different from any of you?" Rebekah rhetorically asks "The strong fight to determine who is strongest, and my brother is strong! Yes, he fights for power, as do all of you. But his first instinct is to defend his blood, as you act to avenge yours. You say he is guilty, but I ask you, would anyone here do any less?"
"That's your argument? All's fair, in defence of the family? Hmm. Thing is, Rebekah, I seem to recall he punished you, his sister, for no other reason than fear that you might love someone more than him" Marcel retorts.
"We have been together for a millenium. We were bound to have a few tiffs" Rebekah says.
"Was it a 'tiff' when he daggered you for loving me? Was that justice? Or when he exiled you from the Quarter? From your family? From me?" Marcel raises his voice.
"Marcel, stop" Rebekah raises her voice too. She looks at her wrist and sees her hex is burning, she looks dizzy.
"You hate him. You hate him as much as anybody here, maybe even more, given how long he has made you suffer" Marcel says.
Rebekah seem to change into a ripper vampire, but her eyes are still normal.
"You know what, Marcel, you are right" she says.
Klaus sees his sister has changed.
"Rebekah..." he was cut off.
"You see, I haven't been entirely honest. Perhaps, it's time to tell the brutal truth about my dear brother Klaus Mikaelson" she gestures at him and giggles, the crowd cheers "Yes he is my brother, and I have loved him through the ages. But no one has felt the blunt end of his ire more than I. He claims that his actions are in defence of his family, but he lies!"
"Rebekah, you're not well! The curse has poisoned your mind" Klaus insists.
"Let her speak!" Marcel demands.
"Yes Nik, I would like to speak" she says lAlthough, when I speak out of turn, I often end up with a dagger in my chest. You see, my brother, he cannot handle the brutal truth that he destroys everything he touches" she turns to Klaus "You murdered our mother, and both of your fathers. You dagger your siblings and leave us in coffins for decades!" she pants "You break our hearts, you forbid us from finding love, all because you couldn't find any love of your own. I am envious of all of you. You have broken free from him. But I have had no such relief. Chained to him, not because of a sire link, but because of a foolish pact that we made to each other, when we were nothing more than children. What if he could suffer the way I have? The way that we all have!"
"Well...I think we've heard enough. Have you come to a decision?" The crowd of Klaus' sirelings chant starts to chant 'kill him, kill him!'
...Lucien's Penthouse...
Elijah is shivering on the bed, Rosalind enters the room.
"I saw you" he whispers "I had a dream, I was holding you. you seemed happy"
"It wasn't a dream. And I was happy" she smiles sadly at him.
"If Niklaus doesn't make it..." she cuts him off.
"He will make it" she nods at him.
"Listen to me. Now, you have grieved enough" he takes her hand in his "You promise me...if not for yourself, then for Hope and Theo, you will get as far away from this place as you can. I want you to be happy"
Rosalind nods pulls him into a hug.
"I promise" she says and caress the back of his neck.
He sighs in slight relief and breathes in her sweet scent.
...Mikaelson Compound...
"Enough! I'm disappointed in you, Marcellus. Using my poor, impaired sister to propagate your vitriol. It's hardly the mark of a true leader, wouldn't you say?" Klaus keeps his posture.
"Oh please, you want the last word? Take it. Then we can finish this" Marcel says.
"Look at you. Outraged over the loss of Davina. She who routinely betrayed my family" Klaus jumps off the box and walks calmly to Marcel "And in the end, defied even you. Perhaps...you should have warned her what befalls those who cross me. Maybe....what happened to her was your fault" he walks away from Marcel towards the crowd "No matter. Davina's death did help defeat Lucien, so I suppose you could say the little witch did finally prove herself to be of some minute worth" he turns towards the crowd "And as for you lot...yes...I murdered your loved ones! I killed your harlot. I rid the world of your slum. And I freed you from your decrepit mother. So, what of it? Each and every one stands here today, because I willed it to be so. This mockery of a trial is allowed only because of me. And your very immortality is a gift...from me. A debt that you can never repay. One that far offsets all my supposed crimes" he raises his voice "I...owe...you...nothing. So, go on! Kill me! I welcome the peace of death as a reprieve from this tedium. I will die suffering but a taste of the agony I have inflicted upon all of you. The scales remain in my favor. And in the end, you will all know that I won. You will remember me, Klaus Mikaelson...your maker"
"Death is too good for him! You have the means to make him suffer. Let that be his fate!" Rebekah shouts.
"Torture him! Torture him!"
"Justice for Klaus Mikaelson should be a fate worse than death" Marcel shows Papa Tunde's blade "This blade is imbued with dark magic. It will cause unending agony. All the pain that we have felt at the hands of this man will pale in comparison to what he will soon feel for as long as I decide to let him live"
The crowd cheers louder. Marcel walks to Klaus as his executioner.
"For Davina, Diego, Thierry, Gia, Cami, and the boy I used to be. The one you once called your son" he grips the blade tighter in his hand "and for Rosie. The most beautiful soul in this world you've managed to steal from me"
Marcel drives the blade into Klaus who screams in agony. Both Marcel and Rebekah look like they feel his pain too. Rebekah walks away.
...Lucien's Penthouse...
Freya looks after Kol, Rosalind's phone is ringing.
"Rebekah, is it over?" she asks nervously.
"Nik found a way to stay alive. Our plan worked. Now it's up to you, Rosie. Make his sacrifice count" Rebekah says through the phone.
"I will, hang tight. I'll come for you soon" Rosalind says.
"I love you, Rosie!" Rebekah says.
"I love you too, Bekah!" Rosalind says and hung up.
Elijah, Kol, Rosalind and Freya are gathered around the table. A paper with all names of the siblings is on it.
"Rebekah's dagger. It has her blood" Freya says and prepared herself for the spell.
She starts reciting the incantation, all are holding hands, Freya chanting louder and louder until the Mikaelson spirits are gone, and Rosalind stands alone watching them lifeless.
It's gone!
At least for now!
...Mikaelson Compound...
Klaus lays with open, not seeing eyes, on his back, silently shivering from pain. Marcel looks at him contemplatively and sighs. Vincent enters the hall.
"The King is dead" Marcel says.
"The King is dead. All hail the king" Vincent makes a mocking curtsy to Marcel.
"Can I help you with something, Vincent?" Marcel asks.
"I just bought back your fight gym. I'm turning it into a church" Vincent reveals.
"Is that so?" Marcel muses.
"That is so, Marcel. I just saw what you did back there, with all the bodies, and the bloodshed, man, left for anybody to find. Reminded me of somebody else's handywork. And I was hoping you were different, man, but I'm starting now to think that you are just as dangerous as Klaus Mikaelson" Vincent says.
"I did what was necessary" Marcel says.
"No, you didn't Marcel! That's what the problem is, man. You don't do what's necessary. You do what you want to do, consequences be damned" Vincent points out.
"The Mikaelsons are gone, so, yeah...consequences be damned" Marcel shrugs.
"Yeah, but look at those ones who were one those consequences that you just damned. He's hurt real bad, because you got sloppy. 'Cause you're sloppy, man. So, yeah, I'm...I'm gonna take the church back, and I'm making it into a sanctuary. Anybody can come. I don't care if they're human, I don't care if they're witch, I...I don't care if they're a vampire. As long as they are sick and tired of the same old, same old that you and your pathetic family are 'Always and Forever'...ing about. And if you got a problem with that, Marcel, I will take a page from your playbook. Consequences be damned. Huh? Your Highness" Vincent clicks heel as he leaves.
...At The Parking Lot...
Rosalind looks at the coffins of The Mikaelsons in the back of the truck. She gives a finger kiss to Elijah before she closes the lid. She steps in the cabin, she puts the twins' safety belt on and starts the engine.
[voiceover] "My dearest littlest wolves. I do not know how this will find you two. As children full of wonder, teenagers full of opinions, or a man and a woman with the world at their feet. I write to tell you both that I love you two and to explain that in our family's darkest hour, I was called upon to save my siblings, and so I did" Klaus says.
...Chambre De Chasse...
The Mikaelson siblings are standing in a magical garden, they have clean clothing, their wounds are healed.
"Not exactly what I was expecting, but I guess beggars can't be choosers" Kol says.
"So, you like it? It's what I always dreamed of. A home away from the city. Just family" Freya explains.
"So this creation, is it yours, or is it Niklaus'?" Elijah asks.
"We're linked to his life force by the same spell our Aunt Dahlia used to keep me alive for a thousand years. I realised it was the only way. Put us in a deep sleep. Buy Rosie enough time to find cures for us all"
"Hence the Chambre de Chasse" Elijah says.
"My little addition to the spell. In here, we can remain together until we wake" Freya says.
Elijah is walking away to Rebekah, who's standing with her back to her siblings, thinking of Klaus.
[voiceover] "Please, do not mourn me. Whatever pain I endure, I do in service of those I love. My sole regret is that I will be away from you both and your beautiful mother"
"He knew. He had to be the anchor to Freya's spell" Rebekah cries silently. She looks at Elijah "He saved us"
[voiceover] "Be good to your mother. I draw comfort knowing that she will protect you two. And I know she will not rest until our family is united..."
...Lafayette Cemetery...
Marcel is bricking Klaus in a tomb, he's sitting right up, his eyes wide open, staring without speaking or seeing anything.
[voiceover] "...until then, my sacrifice will allow you both to grow. To become the beautiful children I can now only imagine..."
...Road, Right Outside New Orleans...
Rosalind leaves the city limits of NOLA, driving the truck.
She glances to the side and sees Hope and Theodore curiously staring ahead, both holding the wolf plushies Klaus got them.
A smile makes way into her lips.
From the seat besides her, the screen of her phone lights up as a message appears. Looking more closely, it's possible to see a message from Caroline.
'Waiting for you guys xx'
[voiceover] "Please remember that you two are the legacies this family has always desired, the promises we fought to protect. You both are, and always will be...our treasures"
Spilling blood, the gods show the people their will.
From hands to hands, we discover the signals.
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And season three...is finally finished!!!
This was my favorite one and I'm really excited for what comes next!!!
I should warn you all that from now on, we won't be having a passage of time like on the show. I will insert Rosalind, Hope and Theodore in The Vampire Diaries.
I hope you all enjoy!!!
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