"Darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream."

MONIQUE, Abigail, and Davina are in a tomb at the cemetery, each in different yoga positions, while trying to do a spell.

They chanted in unison. "Vie dans des ancêtres, renforcer noblesse. Comme des ancêtres, de coeur noblesse. Décider on de ancêtres, garder noblesse."

Monique sat up, screaming, and then began to chant. "Aah! Sine la quatrieme puella leve, comme Genevieve ceciderit. Sine la quatrieme puella leve, comme Genevieve ceciderit."

"Monique, are you ok?" Davina asked her and Monique gasped. "Monique, you sounded like you were possessed."

"I wasn't possessed." Monique shook her head. "I was channeling the ancestors. They say it's time to complete the reaping. To do that, the fourth Harvest girl must be resurrected, which means... it's time for Genevieve to die."

"YOU'VE gotta be kidding me," Hayley commented, arms crossed as her and Spencer stood outside on the porch and looked at all of the new werewolves that stood outside in a line.

"Seriously, what is going on? Who are all these people? Why are they standing out here all weird and lurky?" Spencer questioned, raising her eyebrows as she looked at every single one of them with an intimidating expression.

"They've come from all over. All the packs," Eve told them, looking out at the wolves.

"Why? To see a baby that isn't even born yet?" Spencervquestioned, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

Oliver came out from inside the house. "Forget the baby." He pointed at her stomach in disgust. She rolled her eyes and huffed. "These freaks, they come here to see you." He then looked at Hayley. "You know, given the place your parents held in pack hierarchy, maybe they think you're gonna be the long-lost werewolf messiah or something."

"Great. No pressure or anything."

Hayley sipped her tea as Spencer took a drink out of her cup of coca-cola.

KLAUS entered the restaurant to talk to Cami.

"What do you want?"

"I formed an alliance with someone who may be able to help your uncle," Klaus explained, a small smile on his face as he looked at the girl he thinks would be an amazing best friend.

"Let me guess. Tall, redhead, axe to grind?" She asked but didn't give him time to answer. "Those resurrected witches are the ones who hexed Kieran in the first place. Why would she want to help?"

"Because it's my decree that she does. I believe the words you're looking for are "thank you." By all means, say no if you have an alternative."

"No." Klaus then turned to leave, but Cami changes her mind.

"Wait." He turned to face the blonde waitress. "Do whatever you have to do. Just help him."

THE French Quarter coven has convened in the home's greenhouse for a meeting with Genevieve.

"And who put you in charge?"

Monique stood up straight, a smug look on her face as she looked at Genevieve. "I communed with the ancestors. They said it's time for you to sacrifice yourself."

"Of course." She looked around at everyone, nodding her head. "It will be an honor to fulfill my duty to our coven. But it's not quite my time yet."

"The ancestors were very clear. We need for you to die, so our community can have the full power of the Harvest."

"Careful, Monique." Genevieve almost shouted, a scared look in her blue eyes. "Not so long ago, I was one of those ancestors. A spirit forced to watch as little by little, witches surrendered everything to vampires." She walked forward to where she stood directly in front of Monique. "We may no longer live under Marcel's thumb, but I for one don't particularly enjoy answering to Elijah, either. Before I take my leave, I'd like to ensure that you have the power to control your own fate." She paused. "The Mikaelsons' mother Esther was a powerful witch. Her spellbook contains enchantments that we can use to our own ends. I can steal it for our coven and we'll never be held in subjugation again." She looked directly in Monique's eyes. "You'll have your sacrifice. But, I have things to do before I die."

ELIJAH met with Diego and the rest of the the Vampire Faction about the Feast of Blessings.

"You want us to go to a witch event on bended knee and give them a gift? I'm sorry, but I just remembered. We're busy doing just about anything else that night," Diego sassed Elijah.

"Diego, this isn't a request. Your name is on that treaty. Now, if you have any difficulty whatsoever with your newfound position, I'd be more than willing to remove you."

Diego chuckled with no humor. "I never thought I'd see the day. Vampires bowing down to witches."

Elijah met with Francesca, the Human Faction leader. "I see it as a demonstration of strength, acknowledging a lesser faction," He explained to Francesca.

"But you're not asking, are you?" She laughed. "Oh, I see it's true what they say about you, Elijah." She looked him up and down. "You make even strong-arming seem noble." She paused. "Well, the tourists do eat this stuff up. Can you imagine what they'd think if they suddenly found out it was all real? I take it you want me at the public show and the private party afterward?"

"That is correct," Elijah mused, nodding his head.

"I'd be happy to attend. And in return, you will owe the humans a favor."

Elijah next met with Jackson, Oliver, Hayley, and Spencer on behalf of the Crescent wolves. "Your people are uniquely poised to set an example for the rest of the French Quarter. Which is why it's important for the wolves to attend," Elijah explained to them.

Hayley looked at him in disbelief as Spencer just stood there with her arms crossed over her ever growing stomach.

"Thanks, but no thanks," Hayley spoke up, an amused smile on her face.

Spencer sighed, just wanting to see Nik again. "Let's hear him out, Hals."

"The witches are the ones that cursed your pack. And they've been nothing but crap to me and Spencer since we first came to town," Hayley told Oliver before turning to Elijah. "No. We're not going."

"It's a new day in the Quarter, Hayley. I agree with Oliver. If we're gonna coexist, we have to play ball. We'll send a representative with a gift," Jackson spoke up which made Spencer narrow her eyes in suspicion. He just gave in way too early for it to be natural.

Elijah frowned as Hayley, who was annoyed, walked away. Spencer quickly caught up to her, looping their arms together.

Elijah then appeared by their side. "That was too easy. Don't trust him. Don't trust any of them," He whispered to then before walking away.

Spencer turned around and narrowed her eyes at Oliver and Jackson.

HAYLEY and Spencer walked outside onto the porch to join Jackson and Oliver. They stopped talking when they appeared which made Spencer even more suspicious.

"What is this? High School?" Hayley questioned, eyes narrowed.

"Why don't you take the hint and mind your own business?" Oliver asked, giving thema dirty look.

"Okay, that's it." Spencer growled and grabbed him by the arm, spun him around, twisted his arm behind his back, and pinned him up against the wall, face-first. "This is Hayley's pack which means this is also my pack That makes it our business," she spat out, crushing his hand. He started yelping but shecjust tightened her hold on him.

"No need to get all riled up. It's not good for you, Spencer," Jackson spoke up, going to touch her shoulder but Hayley grabbed his hand and pushed it away from her bestfriend.

"Don't tell me what's good for me or not!" Spencer shouted, beyond angry and annoyed. "The last month of pregnancy is all hormones and mood swings, so unless you want me to snap your arm like a twig, I suggest that you tell me what is going on," she demanded.

"You can go to hell," Oliver spat at her.

She snarled before yanking his head away from the cabin and then slamming his head harder into it.

"Knock it off. There's no reason to keep it from them," Jackson told Oliver with worried eyes.

"I can think of two reasons. Tall and immortal and wears a pocket scarf. And Tall, British and a hybrid," Oliver fought against Spencer, but she forcefully pinned him back down again.

"Stop trying to get away, it's not going to work." She flashed my eyes, getting angrier and angrier by the second.

"Spencer, Hayley, you're both one of us. You deserve to know. Now, go on."

Spencer slammed Oliver's head onto the cabin before letting go and crossing her arms. "Okay, now tell us what the hell you are hiding!"

"We made an alliance that's gonna change everything for the wolves," Jackson told them, his eyes glancing back and forth between both brunettes.

"An alliance with who?"

"Klaus."

Spencer raised an eyebrow at her boyfriends name.

"Tell us everything," Hayley demanded.

WHEN Genevieve left, Hayley and Spencer walked towards Elijah.

Elijah smiled at them in disbelief. "Strange. I thought you'd both be in the company of your colorful friends."

"Oh. You asked for a representative for the werewolves, so take us or leave us," Hayley told him with a deadpan look. Elijah smiled and held out his arm to them.

Both girls took an arm.

GENEVIEVE clicked a spoon on a wine glass. "Welcome. As is our time-honored tradition, you are all welcome to deliver your offerings. It is our custom that no one should be turned away, no blessing be denied."

Hayley walked up there before Spencer and was about to give Davina a present but the woman at the front of the line pointed towards Monique. The pregnant wolf growled in anger.

She watched as everyone walked up and gave the other girls' gifts but not Davina. Genevieve was smirking and so was the girls.

When Spencer came up last, she went to give Davina the gift when the woman grabbed her arm and pointed at Monique. Spencer shook her head, growled and personally handed the gift to Davina. She turned herhead and smirked at the other girls who glared at her. "Y'all are pathetic as fuck. I hope you all die." She waved at them before approaching Hayley.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Everyone looked up to see Klaus at the top of the stairs. "May I have your attention, please. We are gathered here today to pay homage to our beloved witches, but one very special witch has been utterly ignored. That seems a little unfair to me," He spoke, pointing a finger and sent Spencer a smile which she quickly returned. He walked towards Davina and handed her a box.

"No. I don't want your gift," She denied, shaking her head.

"I understand why you would reject me, given our past," He spoke to her before he turned his attention to everyone. "In truth, many of us here today have been wronged in the conflict which my brother's treaty ended. Your friend Josh was involved in a plot to kill me. It would be well within my right to execute him here and now. But, in the spirit of solidarity, and for your favor, Davina, I hereby pardon him. Josh from this day forward, you have nothing to fear from me," He told Josh, putting his hand on his shoulder to reassure him. "Please." He held out the box to Davina again and she reluctantly took it. Klaus smirked at Genevieve.

Spencer walked off towards Klaus, a huge smile on her face. "That was really kind of you." He smiled at her and then offered his hand which she took without hesitance.

"I hear you made quite an impression with the wolves. My arrangement with them was supposed to be a secret, and yet you forced it out of them. It's very bold. As was your decision to represent them here today, on your own. I trust you'll do nothing to harm our cause."

She smiled up at him. "Please, Nik, love, you know I wouldn't jeopardize anything you have planned. You always have a reason for everything you do. I'm not about to stop believing in you now."

Klaus smirk down at his beloved. "You really are something."

Everyone went silent as a band of guys in white came down the stairs with drums and was singing. Well, if you want to call that singing.

"Happy Fête des Bénédictions. We have a message for all of you from Marcel Gerard." The lead drummer spoke up.

Spencer rowned as she looked at them.

Everyone started whispering to each other. All of the drummers take out straight razors and sliced their wrists open, bleeding all over the floor. The vampires in the room started to get antsy and vamp-out at the smell of blood.

"Control yourselves. This is a vulgar trick," Elijah spoke and then started to shout. "We do not violate our agreement."

The lights suddenly go out, and the vampires start feeding on the drummers, as well as other humans at the party.

Spencer screamed as she felt something bite her neck and then she was pushed away, twisting her ankle as she fell.

When the lights came on, the first thing she saw was Nik. He was standing above her, a heart in his hand. She guessed that whoever's heart that was, it was the one who had bit her.

Nik rushed forward and helped her up, an angry and concerned expression on his face. "Love, are you alright?"

She nodded her head, completely healed now.

Looking up at the wall, written in big letters was "There will be no peace".

THE coven has gathered to discuss Genevieve's fate.

"You failed us."

"I told you. It will take time."

"Do you think the ancestors care about your excuses? The vampires attacked us. We can't retaliate until we possess our full strength. Your sacrifice is the final step." She held out a Harvest knife.

Monique started to channel the ancestors. "Nous concedumus sa vie a Genevieve. Si elle hecatage a filia de Mikaelson." Genevieve started coughing and gasping.

"What are they saying?" Genevieve asked, scared of the answer.

"They told me to let you live. But in exchange, they want another offering. One of their choosing."

"Tell me. Whatever it is they want, I will make sure they get it. I swear it." Genevieve begged with wide eyes.

"It's the child." Monique paused for a dramatic affect. "They want us to kill Klaus' child."