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Jazz Club, New Orleans, 1919
The local club is alive with music and dancing. Klaus is at the bar with Elijah and Lana; a dark skinned werewolf.
"Well, this is a first. Werewolves, vampires, witches and dirty cops." Klaus surveys the scene before him, his eyes falling on a group of cops as they toast their drinks. "All happy as clams and drunk as stoats." Klaus smiles. Elijah orders up shots from the bar.
"You gotta love this city." Lana smiles.
"To a new era! Collaboration in the face of Prohibition." Elijah says, grabbing one of the drinks he's ordered and raising it.
"To your docks, their booze, and our theatres to hide it under. You're welcome, boys." Lana raises her glass too, and the three of them toast to the United future of the supernatural creatures of New Orleans.
"Now, I shall have to think of a way to thank you personally, in a manner befitting a werewolf queen." Klaus smirks.
Lana reaches up to stroke Klaus' face affectionately, fluttering her eyelashes. "Catch you on the dance floor." She leaves, heading into the crowd.
"Who would have thought it possible, the unification of New Orleans?" Elijah says.
Klaus grips his brother's shoulder. "We did it, brother." He smiles.
Elijah, too, puts an arm around his brother and whirls him around so their now facing the dance floor. "Oh, certainly, we worked together, Niklaus. But this vision?" He moves his arm, gesturing to the scene in front of them. "This was all you."
Present day
"This was all you." Elijah says to Klaus' body. They've returned to the Abattoir and Klaus is now lying, topless, on his bed.
Lunar shoves past Elijah as she arrives in the room, like a tiny brunette hurricane. "Get it out of him." Lunar orders, pointing at Klaus as she looks at Elijah.
Blind fury consumes her and her eyes burn amber. "Now!" Lunar yells, her voice bouncing off the walls. Elijah remains where he is as a blonde human appears in the doorway besides him.
"Why did you call me?" Cami asks, looking at Elijah. "Have you found a way to help my uncle?"
"What the fuck?" Lunar snaps. "You called her."
"Lunar, please, calm down." Elijah tells her with unwavering calm. He turns to Cami now. "I can try, but first, I need your help. My brother has a mystical torture device buried in his chest, so, I can assure you, I have no time to play any games, either."
Lunar watches on in horror, trying to think of a way to regain control of the situation.
"The dagger the witch gave me is inside of him?" Cami asks, looking at Klaus now as Elijah moves forwards rolling up the sleeves of his suit jacket.
"And every second it remains causes Niklaus untold suffering." Elijah replies grimly.
"Who stabbed him?" Cami asks.
"He did!" Lunar snaps, pointing accusingly at Elijah.
Elijah shoots her an icy glare, before looking at Cami again. "Lunar is right, I did, and now I intend to remove it. You might want to step back."
"Why am I here?" Cami asks, she's shocked and confused and Lunar finds herself rolling her eyes at the pathetic human.
"You see, Niklaus will be weak as he recovers. I want you to watch over him and feed him, if you would. But slowly, please, and from your wrist." Elijah says, Cami looks mildly horrified.
Lunar lunges forwards and stands in front of Elijah, stopping him from getting anywhere near Klaus' bed. She lifts an arm, waving it in the vampire's face. "Hello, Lunar. Why don't you feed the man you love from your perfectly good, I assume tasty, blood, whilst I go save my traitor of a sister and her boyfriend? Oh, Elijah, it would be my pleasure!" Lunar rambles, spitting out the words.
Elijah grabs her arm, holding it steady, levelling her with a glare. "If you would let me finish." He says, unamused. "Cami, your blood is laced with vervain. So, it will burn him. He'll ingest it slower. Perhaps, you could use this time to constructively persuade him not to murder his baby sister."
Elijah lets go of Lunar now and looks at the werewolf. "And, Lunar, I don't trust you with him right now. You'll stir up all of Niklaus' hatred with your own."
Lunar stares at Elijah and Cami. She feels ambushed. Anger growing inside of her she walks the short distance to a chair, throwing it against the wall.
"What are you doing, your pregnant!" Cami gasps, rushing forwards to stop Lunar, but the brunette only laughs.
"Get out!" She whirls around, aiming the broken chair leg at Elijah. He grabs it with a hand, before it can hit him in the heart.
"Your making a mistake, Lunar." He warns.
"The only mistake I ever made was trusting you!" She grasps two more wooden stakes in her hands, throwing one as she moves the short distance towards Elijah.
He grabs the first in mid-air, expecting the second to get plunged at him, too. But it's not not. Lunar jabs the piece of wood into Cami's side.
Elijah bends down, ready to heal the helpless human as she crumples to the ground. He's shocked that Lunar could do such a thing, but he barely has any time to think because the next thing he feels is a stake being plunged through his back, straight through his heart.
Lunar looks down at them both, Cami looks at her in fear. "Sorry." She shrugs, grabbing Elijah and pulling him out of the room, onto the corridor.
Diego see's her, racing over to see what's happening. He looks at her in surprise. "Don't ask questions, just heal her and get her out of here." Lunar points at Cami.
Diego stands there, motionless. "Do you want me to tell Klaus he needs to kill you first when he wakes up?" She warns. Diego obliges, stepping into the room and lifting Cami with ease.
"Thanks, hun." Lunar waves, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she shuts the door. Barricading it with furniture, Lunar returns to Klaus' bedside. There's a sharp scalpel that Elijah was, clearly, planning on using to remove the dagger.
Lunar looks at Klaus' bare torso and takes a deep breath. "Here goes." She slices along the red scar, daring her hand not to shake. Plunging her hand into his chest, she searches, eyes closed, for the blade.
"Well, Klaus, this is a first. One to tick off the bucket list, I guess." Lunar mutters, as she eventually finds Papa Tunde's blade and pulls it from the hybrids chest. Klaus groans, as Lunar puts the blade aside and moves to sit on the edge of his bed.
"Lunar." His voice is croaky and strained. She smiles at him.
"We'll make them pay, Nik." Lunar promises, before offering him her wrist. "But first, you need your strength back."
Klaus searches her eyes for a moment, almost as if checking she's sure, before he takes ahold of her wrist and bites into it.
"Elijah wanted to feed you that human." Lunar can't hide the bitterness from her voice.
Klaus stops briefly, looking at Lunar. "Cami?" He asks, confused.
She nods. "Aye, that's her. She's got vervain in her system, apparently your brother didn't think you'd suffered enough."
"And your great powers of persuasion convinced him otherwise?" Klaus raises an eyebrow.
Lunar smirks, shrugging. "If you wanna call it that."
Klaus laughs, before returning for more blood. They sit in silence until he's done. Lunar looks at the wound on her wrist, as Klaus wipes the blood from his lips with the back of his hand.
"Thank you, love." He smiles. Lunar moves up the bed so she's lying besides him, she rests her head against his chest.
"What are you going to do, about your sister?" She asks.
Klaus wraps an arm around Lunar, thinking for a moment. "Make her suffer." He admits. "She has done to me what no one else has managed in a thousand years."
Lunar tilts her neck upwards to look at him. His eyes are tinged with sadness. "And, what is that?" She asks, trying to keep her voice as kind as she knows how.
"Rip my heart out." Klaus says, his own voice low. Lunar sighs. She wants to make it ok, she wants to find anyone who ever hurt him and make them suffer in unimaginable ways.
She isn't sure why she feels this way, or why she is so hurt by Rebekah and Marcel's actions, even Elijah's. In reality, this is not her problem, but she feels their betrayal as deeply as though it's her own.
"I'd let my guard down and given in to happiness, more fool, I." Klaus says, breaking into her thoughts. He unwraps her arms from around him and sits up, grabbing his shirt and beginning to put it on. Lunar sits on the bed besides him, watching on.
"Turns out, they'd already betrayed me, and brought to town the one thing I'd been running from for centuries. My father." He says, as though he's thinking out loud.
Lunar listens, sitting cross legged on the bed as Klaus stands, pacing the room. He's restless, she can feel it. "Do you know where Marcel and Rebekah might be?" She asks.
Klaus thinks, looking at her. "They'll need a cloaking spell, and for that, they'll need a witch." Lunar frowns, letting the words sink in as she searches his eyes. "There's only one place they can go." He tells her.
"Where?" Lunar breathes out the question, a part of her already knows the answer.
"Home." Klaus tells her. Lunar's breath catches in her chest. She stands, stretching just as there's a hammering sound on the door. "Your brother's awake." Lunar groans, the wood splintering.
Klaus only smirks at her,. "Don't worry, little wolf." He moves towards her in one fluid motion, a blur in front of her eyes. Smashing a statue off the table behind her, Lunar looks on confused, as he pulls a stake from inside the smashed ornament.
"Is that what I think it is?" She asks, looking at the weapon in Klaus' hands.
He admires it for a second. "Yes, love. A white oak stake, my own special version, one that cannot be destroyed." Wrapping his arms around Lunar's waist, he speeds her from the bedroom out onto the balcony.
"I hope your not afraid of heights." He tells her, looking down at the street below. It's busy, flowing with drunks despite the early hour.
Lunar looks at him. "For gods sake, just don't drop me." They jump to the street below. A drunk man looks at them with wide eyes, unsure of what he's just seen.
Lunar spies the bottle of Bourbon in his hands and laughs. "That stuff does crazy things to me, too." She says to him with a laugh, before turning to Klaus. "Let's go get us some revenge."