The Originals Chapter 13 – Long way back from Hell

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*Fleur de lis Sanatorium*

Rebekah is lying on an old matress, the werewolf bites festering away. Drip. Drip. Rebekah's eyelids flutter, she suddenly gasps and begins frantically looking around at the hospital which, to her, is a busy place. Screaming patients. Bustling nurses. Attentive doctors. There's blood everywhere. She slowly rolls off the bed, falling to the floor weakly due to the werewolf venom in her system. She hears a woman's laugh echoing through the corridors.

"Who's there?" Rebekah calls. Nobody answers so she struggles up and starts to run for the door. She squints into the sunlight, "How the hell did I get here?" She stumbles towards the steps, before she goes any further she is stabbed in the heart with a wooden stake. She falls down with a gasp and looks up at Genevieve. "Rebekah, tell me you're not leaving already. I thought we might reminisce" Rebekah's eyelids flutter as she falls into unconciousness again.

Celeste hovers over Klaus' body, she double checks his restraints as he groans and begins to stir.

*Lafayette Cemetary*

The witches are gathered in front of Sophie Deveraux's grave. Elijah appears and kills three witches but Monique doesn't react. "My siblings have been taken. Where are they"

"Allow me to give you a message from Celeste" Monique puts her hand out and chants, Elijah tugs uncomfortably at his collar. He rips his shirt open and sees the name 'Theresa' has appeared on his chest in bold italics, two more names appear, one being 'Sabine'. "To find what you're looking for, follow the path she left behind"

*Fleur de Lis Sanatorium*

Rebekah gasps as she wakes up on another bed, the stake still embedded in her chest. Genevieve continues to hum and make a herbal potion mixed in with a little bit of her blood. "What the hell are you doing you ruthless bitch?" Genevieve turns round, "Poor Rebekah, you should rest. You're looking very unwell" She pulls the stake out of Rebekah's chest and lets the blood drip off the stake and into her potion. "Of course, it is to be expected. Given the impressive amount of werewolf venom in your system"

"If I weren't so bloody sick, I'd rip your head off!" Rebekah snarls but Genevieve just smiles and dampens a cloth. "But you are sick. And comforting the sick was always a talent of mine. I take care of my friends, we were friends. Weren't we?" She places the cloth on Rebekah's sweaty forehead as she passes out.

Rebekah cries out in pain, alone again she rolls over and falls off the bed, landing on her feet she groans and begins to stumble out.

*The Abattoir*

Elijah walks into the courtyard to see Marcel sending more people out in search of the siblings. "Anything?" Elijah asks.

Marcel shakes his head, "They're putting eyes and ears everywhere. Anyone trying to earn favour with me gets a lifetime of it if they find them"

"Good. I need a pen and paper" Elijah turns and begins walking towards the stairs. Marcel follows behind, "Hey, am I taking orders from you now or are we in this together?" They walk into one of the many seating areas and Elijah removes his jacket, "Pen and paper, Marcellus. Now!"

Marcel sighs, "I want them back just as much as you do" He turns to the desk and grabs a pen and paper. "Caroline!"

"Elijah! Tell me you found him" Caroline rushes in, a stretchy woollen cardigan pulled snug against her ever growing belly. "What's going on?" She asks when she takes in Elijah's strange tattoos. "I need you to make a list of these names. I believe they represent the names of women Celeste inhabited for the past two centuries" Marcel hands her the pen and paper, "It's called a Devinette. It's a riddle, you solve it and it disappears"

"Well then what's the point?" Caroline huffs.

"It is Celeste's way of taunting me. A childish game to mock the choice I had to make, you or one of my siblings. The longer it takes to solve, the more they will suffer. The solution is somewhere in these names"

"Annie La Fleur, she was a witch, last year her coven shunned her. I never knew why but I can find out" Marcel says as he pulls out his phone. Caroline makes a note of the name.

*Fleur de Lis Sanatorium*

Klaus is still restrained to the bed when Genevieve enters the small room. His eyes are closed but he's still conscious. Genevieve touches his stomach where a nasty red scar is protruding, from Papa Tunde's blade. He slowly opens his eyes, still weak and sweating. "You poor thing" She says gently as she reaches for a scalpel from the metal tray beside the bed. He watches her carefully, "Don't worry, I'm here to help" She uses the scalpel to cut a careful line across his stomach, she rolls her sleeve up and digs her hand into his stomach. He yells out in pain and begins to thrash as she rips the blade out.

*The French Quarter*

"Wait, she killed herself?" Caroline asks over the phone. Elijah continues walking down the street, phone to his ear. "Yes, she drowned herself in the Mississippi. Celeste was clearly tired of the body and ready to move onto Sabine"

"How do you know that?" Caroline replies as she shifts in her seat, getting more comfortable. "Because she leapt to her death in the very place Celeste and I had our first kiss"

"Talk about a flair for the dramatic. There's a name on the list, Brynne Deveraux. Sophie said that a Deveraux put the curse on the Crescent wolves but Celeste said she was the only one who could break it. What if Celeste was in Brynne's body when she cast it. Then maybe Celeste can still break it" Caroline explains quickly as she looks down at the notepad. "I will ask Marcel to look into it. I have to go, I'll call you back"

"Elijah, wait! I'm really sorry that you're going through this. If I'd have known that Celeste made you choose who to help-"

"There was no choice Caroline. You and my brother's unborn child would have died in that fire" He hangs up.

*Fleur de Lis Sanatorium*

Klaus is now sat up and back in his long sleeved black shirt, sweat covering his forehead. He glares at Genevieve. "My wound isn't healing"

"With the amount of dark magic in that blade, it's gonna take a little while"

"You're one of them aren't you? The witches back from the dead, seeking vengeance. So why show me kindness?" Genevieve leans forward and strokes his face, he growls lowly in his throat. "You never did anything to me. And the truth is, seeing you like this, I can't help but pity you"

"Then stand with me and I will reward you in ways you cannot possibly fathom" Klaus offers with a devilish smirk. "I guess I should be flattered that Klaus Mikaelson is offering little ol' me a deal. But first before any deals can be struck, we need to have a little talk about your sister" Klaus' face turns angry as Genevieve turns her back on him. "Rebekah is not your concern. If you mean to harm her-"

"Always the protective brother. Isn't it a shame that loyalty isn't reciprocated. I'm no stranger to her treachery, something we have in common" She holds out the bowl of potion she made earlier on. Pressing it against his lips, "It will help you heal and to see the truth that's been in front of you for a century" Klaus drinks and is about to spit it out when Genevieve puts her hand over his mouth. Forcing him to swallow.

"Your sister had an unfortunate encounter with some wolves last night. I imagine you tasted the venom in her blood. This was the only way for me to show you what you needed to see. In her weakened state I can guide her to the memories we seek. My revenge is showing you her betrayal" Genevieve puts her hand to his forehead linking their minds together temporarily.

Rebekah stops in the corridor and looks up, "Niklaus!" She runs towards Klaus, passing rooms along the way that contain blood and death. She reaches the doorway and Klaus is gone so she opens the door.

*Flashback – 1919*

Rebekah walks into the Crematorium, a wide smile on her face. "Marcellus!" She teasingly scolds when he presses her against the wall, hooking her leg around his hip. "Did you ask Genevieve about the spell?" Rebekah frowns at Marcel, he drops her leg, "I will when the time is right"

Marcel sighs frustrated, "What's the problem Rebekah? She wasn't supposed to become your sidekick, all we need is one little spell. What are you waiting for?" Rebekah looks down, "She's a sweet girl is all. If you must know, I feel badly for using her. But I want to wake with you in our home, in a bed that we share. I want to walk down the street with you by my side so everyone knows that you are mine and I am yours"

They kiss again as Genevieve walks into the room, bloody sheets in hand. "Oh! I didn't know anyone was in here. I'm so sorry" She quickly turns and hurries out, Rebekah following close behind her, "Genevieve wait!"

*End of Flashback – 1919*

Rebekah opens the door leading back into the previous corridor to follow Genevieve. "Genevieve wait!" Genevieve disappears with the hallucination, leaving Rebekah alone in the abandoned hall. "I'm sorry"

*The Pit*

Several of Marcel's Nightwalkers are relaxed by the bar as the doors are thrown open and a human is tossed through, followed by Elijah and Marcel. "What do you want from me?" He snivels as Marcel pushes him into a chair. Elijah undoes the button on his jacket, places his hands in his pockets and leans against the wall, "One can only assume you are familiar with this pigsty, quite appropriate that it's known as The Pit. Only a few weeks ago a group of human beings, much like yourself slaughtered many of the companions of the vampires assembled here before you"

"You run the records room at city hall. We're told the former mayor kept a detailed record of the supernatural community. A ledger of names of witches, werewolves and vampires. Specifically their death records. We need it"

The man hesitates "I-I don't know where it is"

"If only that were the case, gentlemen are any of you feeling a tad peckish?" Elijah closes the door slightly so that the sunlight isn't keeping the vampires against the wall. "Okay, okay! After the mayor died they were all moved to the sacristy of St. Anne's Church"

"There. That wasn't so difficult"

*Fleur-de-Lis Sanatorium*

Rebekah runs through another corridor, staggering as she goes round a corner. There are two small children facing her, they stare at her before letting out a deafening scream. Rebekah tumbles backwards with her hands over her head, "Ah!"

"Rough day? Oh, Becks those bites are looking nasty" Genevieve taunts Rebekah as she stops a meter or so down the corridor. "Why are you making me relive the past? It won't change anything, we both know how it ends" Rebekah swallows carefully, trying to regain control of her body. "Yes, you and I know how it ends but your brother didn't. I thought he might like to hear the story, so I linked your minds together. You'll show him everything, in time"

Rebekah's face becomes panic stricken as the realisation dawns, "No! Please don't do that to me. I will do anything. I swear" Genevieve smiles sadly, "It's too late for that, friend" Rebekah goes to attack Genevieve, but ends up screaming and holding her head in pain until she falls into unconsciousness. Genevieve walks away, leaving her all alone.

*The Abattoir*

"Brynne Deveraux. Says here she drowned herself almost twenty years ago. Do you recognise her name?" Elijah asks scanning through a list. Marcel grins broadly at the mention of her name, "Brynne? Yeah, she was my go to witch back then. The girl had power, she was the one who cursed the werewolves as retaliation after the death of the Forbes. Speaking of wolves, where is Caroline?"

"Let's avoid discussing matters that are not of your concern, shall we, Marcellus?" Elijah avoids the question smoothly, directing the conversation elsewhere. However, Marcel is not deterred, "Elijah, I have guys all over this city. I know they had their little family reunion at the plantation last night. Thanks for letting the house burn, by the way. Good Riddance! My real question is, what business could she possibly have with that bunch?"

"Marcel, I am aware of your history with the wolves but, mark my words, if you are to lay so much as a finger upon Caroline, it will be the last thing you do on this Earth" Elijah threatens Marcel in such a calm manner, "I see I hit a nerve, just as we were starting to get along. Besides why would I harm her when it was me who saved her as a child"

Elijah continues scanning through the list, "We were right! Every name upon my flesh signifies a witch who dies by her own hand. All but one, Clara Summerlin"

"Ring any bells?"

"None"

"Okay, well, if she didn't off herself then how did she die?" Marcel asks looking towards the pile of books and notes from the sacristy. "Influenza Epidemic of 1919" As Elijah answers, his tattoos disappear, "I suppose we have our answer, though I have no idea what it means"

*Fleur-de-Lis Sanatorium*

Rebekah slowly wakes to the sound of Jazz music playing from a record player, "No! Please, no!" Klaus hears the music too as it echo's through the Sanatorium.

"Your sisters truce with Marcel was only the beginning. The burden of your condemnation was too great and as a result, your deepest fear came to past. Their love for each other overshadowed their love for you and was turned into hate. They conspired to rid themselves of you for good"

*Flashback – 1919*

"There's loads of us Mikaelsons. If you like bad boys then you'd love my brother Kol" Rebekah smiles at Genevieve. Klaus , from the present, is standing beside her, watching carefully. "And where is this mysterious brother Kol?" Genevieve asks with a hint of a smile. "It's complicated. Like all my siblings, we've had our ups, and our downs. In fact, I was thinking of reaching out to someone we haven't seen in a very, very, long while. I was hoping you could help me? But it would have to be a surprise. No one must know"

"Of course. Do you want me to find your brother Kol?" Genevieve asks, naïve. Rebekah smiles, too sweetly, "Actually, I'd like you to find Mikael... our father"

*End of Flashback*

"ENOUGH OF YOUR LIES!" Klaus roars as he rips himself free of the vision. "Please! I am merely the messenger. Part of you must have always known, or at least suspected the truth. Your father came to New Orleans in 1919 did he not?" Klaus growls, his hybrid features coming to the surface, "My family and I have done some terrible things to each other over the years but Rebekah would not call our father! No matter how angry she was"

"I have more proof" Genevieve says as she re-establishes the connection.

*Flashback – 1919*

Genevieve is performing the spell in front of her ancestors tomb in the cemetery. Genevieve takes a newspaper article that has the Mikaelsons at the Jazz club. She begins chanting and crumbles it. Drawing a blade and placing its tip into the fire. The paper disappears.

*End of Flashback*

"Father's blade" Klaus whispers in the present, "I should have known"

"NO!" Rebekah's distant scream is heard by Klaus, whose face crumbles with betrayal. "My sister. Rebekah. REBEKAH!"

*The Abattoir*

Caroline is sat on the sofa in one of the siting rooms, her leg shaking anxiously. Elijah walks in, "Did you find anything?" She asks, standing up. Elijah nods slightly, "You were right about the Deveraux witch" Marcel walks in as Caroline motions Elijah towards her laptop. "That witch, Clara, she was a nurse at the Fleur De Lis Sanatorium. She died of influenza"

Marcel freezes as Caroline clicks on the picture of the nurses, "Do you recognise her?" She points to the face and Elijah shakes his head, turning to look over at Marcel, noticing his odd behaviour. "Marcel?" Caroline whispers, almost desperate. "Need I remind you that Niklaus and Rebekah are suffering horribly, now talk"

"The Sanatorium. That's where they are"

"How could you possibly know that?" Caroline asks searching on google maps for the place. "I just do okay" Marcel replies sharply.

"How?" Elijah asks, his tone changing ever so slightly.

"Rebekah and I, we did something and I think the witches are trying to use that against her. You need to know exactly what you're walking into. You're not gonna like it"

"Explain. Now" Elijah demands, his hands clenching as Marcel tells him everything. "For the better part of a century, I have wondered how father found us. I even blamed myself for a time. But really, it was you, Marcellus!" Elijah slams Marcel against the wall by his throat. "Elijah!" Caroline gasps, jumping in shock.

"Niklaus treated you like a son. And when he learns the truth there will be no end to his rage. I will not let my sister suffer that wrath" Elijah growls, tightening his hold. "Then we need to get to them before he does"

*Fleur- De-Lis-Sanatorium*

"You needed to know. To see what she did. And now that you have, you can take your revenge" Genevieve allows Klaus to feed from her wrist as she slowly undoes his bindings. He suddenly disappears, taking Papa Tunde's blade with him.

"Rebekah!" He screams out, as he prowls down the corridor, sniffing her out.

Elijah, Marcel and Caroline pull up outside the sanatorium, "Marcel you start at one end of the building, and I will start at the other. Caroline, you must remain here and wait for us" Caroline pouts as they get out of the car leaving her on her own.

"Nik I swear it isn't true" Rebekah begs, her eyes wide and bloodshot. She notices the blade in his hand and scurries backwards. "I want to believe you sister. But your face tells a different story. You can't hide from me Rebekah, nor can you run! This ends now" Rebekah quickly runs away, and Klaus follows.

Celeste walks out of the Sanatorium using the front exit, she doesn't notice Caroline straight away, just the car parked out the front. "Well hey there, witch bitch" Celeste turns at Caroline's greeting, only for her to be hit across the head with a shovel. Caroline grins, "Surprise" She drags Celeste over to the boot of Elijah's car and puts the shovel in before binding her hands and legs. Then, Caroline strolls up to the front door and kicks it open before walking on in.

"Tired of running yet sister?" Klaus calls out, hearing Rebekah stumble ahead. "I know how much you enjoy the chase. I'd sooner deny you the pleasure" She almost falls to the floor on a particularly unstable tile. "I'll just take my pleasures in other ways. No more daggered in a box for you. Mark my words sister, you'll long for what the dagger offered. This will be far less merciful"

"You don't have to do this Nik" Rebekah begs as she goes down some stairs that leads to a dead end. Klaus walks down them slowly, taunting, "After I plunge this into your treacherous heart, you will be immobilised in a state of raw, inescapable pain. Time loses all meaning" They face each other, both in a state but with Rebekah looking worse for wear. "Then do it. If that's what you really want"

"Are we skipping the part where you beg for mercy and forgiveness? I was really looking forward to that" Klaus says, malice clear in his voice. Rebekah wipes at her brow, "I think I'll pass. I know better than to think it would do me any good" Klaus growls disappointed, "That's it then is it? You're going to concede just like that? What would your father think of you now?"

Rebekah hisses at the insult and launches at Klaus who throws her off easily. She crashes through a wooden wall and grunts in pain, the werewolf venom still weakening her. She grabs for one of the broken pieces of wood and goes at Klaus again, managing to hit him repeatedly before her throws her off again. Marcel appears, heading for Klaus, "Just the man I wanted to see. Rebekah's punishment won't be complete till she watches you die"

"Nik, it was my idea to summon Mikael. If you're gonna hurt anyone it should be me" Klaus's face goes awash with new betrayal, "Such loyalty to him, if you'd have offered me even a fraction of the same I wouldn't have to do this" He lifts the blade, ready to stab Rebekah but Elijah appears and stabs it into Klaus instead. "Go. Both of you. Run as far and as fast as you can. Run!" Marcel pulls Rebekah up and they disappear together, leaving Klaus in Elijah's arms.

Caroline runs down the stairs, "Elijah! Nik!" She see's Klaus first and gasps her hands going to their unborn child, "Nik?" She crouches down and takes Klaus' hand, looking up at Elijah, "What the hell happened?"