Davina entered the compound's courtyard, horrified to see all the dead and dying vampires lying around.

Marcel and I were tending to Diego and the other vampires who were still alive.

"Cami?" Davina asked. She saw Marcel was bitten, all of beaten and bloody. "Oh, God, what happened?"

Marcel was weak, out of breath. "Klaus..."

"They fought, and he got bit," I told her, putting a damp cloth on Diego's forehead.

Cami went to tend to the others.

"Marcel...." Davina trailed off. 

"It's okay," Marcel told her. "I gave as good as I got. But, we need Klaus' blood to heal."

Marcel held Davina's shoulder before walking to where Cami was helping the others near the fountain.

Davina thought for a moment. "You fought Klaus. Did he bleed?"

"I got him pretty good, yeah," Marcel answered.

Davina was determined. "Where?"

Davina went to try to collect enough blood to save the vampires. 

Or at least Marcel and Josh.

*

Davina returned to the compound, presenting Marcel with the blood that she had salvaged from the fight.

Cami was at Josh's side.

Josh was fading fast. 

"There's only enough here for one," Marcel told her gently.

"No!" Davina told him, distraught. "This has to be enough." Marcel patted Josh on the shoulder, but he didn't notice. Davina started to cry. "I can't choose. Please don't make me choose."

Marcel looked at her with sadness, taking the cup from her. "Save your friend." He walked toward Josh. "I can take care of the rest of us."

"Marcel?" Cami asked.

"I can't--" Josh started.

"Judging by the look of that bite, you don't have time to argue," Marcel told him.

"Marcel?" Davina asked.

"Josh is one of my guys, and enough of my guys have died today," Marcel told them. "So, come on."

Marcel helped Josh sit up.

Cami helped feed Josh the small cup of blood. 

I shook my head. "Screw this." 

I walked toward the door.

Marcel stood in front of me. "Hey. Where do you think you're going?"

"To find Klaus, get his blood, and save as many of our guys as I can," I answered. "Out of all of us here, I'm the only one who wasn't bitten. You're weak Marcel, you can't fight him like this. I'm going."

I walked toward the door.

"Noah, wait," Cami told me. I turned to look at her. "For that, you'll need a weapon. And it just so happens, I have an arsenal."

*

Cami led Marcel, Davina and I to Kieran's secret apartment's hidden room.

It was full of files and various historical artifacts.

"So, this is what Kieran was hiding," I said.

"More like stockpiling," Cami told us. "From what I can gather, it's mostly weapons."

Davina shook her head in disagreement. "Dark objects. Created by witches."

"And co-opted by the humans," Marcel finished. Davina started looking through the various dark objects, which included the Needle of Sorrows that Kieran took from Agnes, as well as a small clock, a bangle bracelet, and a pocket watch. "Kieran's been keeping this a secret for years. You really sure you wanna show us all this?"

"You said knowing my uncle's secrets could get me killed?" Cami asked. "But what if those same secrets could save the lives of my friends?"

"Look at this," Davina told us, picking up what looked like a gold throwing star from the shelf of dark objects. "I learned about it in the lycee, it's called the Devil's Star. They say one throw can make a thousand cuts."

"A thousand cuts sounds about right," I told them. "I need to make Klaus bleed."

Davina handed me the star.

I walked toward the door.

"Noah..." Marcel trailed off.

I looked back at them. 

Marcel didn't say anything.

I nodded. "I'm gonna save all of you."

I walked out of the apartment.

*

The witches had turned Lafayette Cemetery into a freaking labryinth.

The only reason I found them was because I followed the sounds of their voices, the chanting. "La mere, le pere, le frere, la sceur. La mere, le pere, le frere, la sceur."

"No!" Hayley screamed. 

I rushed toward them.

Elijah and Klaus stood together.

Abigail was pinned to a mausoleum with a wrought iron fench pick through her stomach. 

Genevieve was inflicting pain on Hayley to stop her from interfering.

Monique held a dagger over the baby, trying to kill her.

A wall of fire separated us from them.

I threw the Devil's Star into her stomach, making her body to become covered in cuts. 

Monique coughed up blood, falling to the ground, dead.

Klaus, Elijah and Hayley turned to see me. 

The wall of fire disappeared.

I rushed toward the baby, picking her up, rushing away. 

Klaus rushed after me. 

If I had the baby, that was even better than dying trying to get Klaus' baby. 

He would save them willingly. 

*

When I got to the abattoir compound courtyard, everyone was dead, desiccated, before I had even gotten there.

Klaus walked in. 

I sat at the fountain, holding the baby. "I was too late. There should have been more time."

Marcel stumbled into the courtyard, looking around the dead bodies. "Looks like the wolves came back and finished what they started."

The baby stirred, cooing.

Klaus looked at me. "You took my daughter so I would heal your friends." I looked at him, nodding. Klaus smiled, shrugging, biting his wrist, offering it to Marcel. "Here."

Marcel refused. "This bite, all this..." He looked at Diego's dead body. "I know it didn't come from nowhere. This is the last note in a song that I started a century ago when I brought your dad to town. And for that, I am sorry."

Klaus stood in front of him. "No." He looked at me. "You saved my daughter's life, Noah, to save your friends, and now all that remains is Marcel. For that, there is only one thing I can do to repay you." He held his wrist toward Marcel. Marcel bit into it, drinking. "We will take down whoever brought this upon us, I swear it." Marcel looked at Klaus in shock, healing. Klaus looked at his daughter in awe and relief. "May I?" I handed him the baby. "Shh. Oh. Hey. Hey, there."

The baby looked at Marcel and me. 

Smiling, we laughed.

*

On the main street of the French Quarter, Francesca was holding a press conference to cover up the events of the last few days. 

The street was packed with reporters and townspeople. 

Oliver was there, too.

Francesca noticed Marcel, sending a signal to Oliver to follow him as she spoke. "Today begins a new day in the Quarter. My family, long time residents of the great community, pledges to help every citizen recover from the terrible outbreak of gang violence that erupted on the streets of our city last night." Oliver followed Marcel into the Jardin Gris voodoo shop. "We will rebuild. We will remember those who perished." She gestured to a memorial wall. "As we seek to disinfect our town of its worst elements. We will work together to ensure that the heart of the Crescent City thrives again."

*

Marcel and I were waiting for Oliver in the Jardin Gris.

Oliver opened the door, walking inside, closing the door behind him. "Last men standing, huh?"

I shrugged. "We're interested in making a deal."

"Don't look like you got much to offer," Oliver told us.

"We're hearing word the Guerrera's want the Quarter to be a No-Vampire Zone," Marcel told him. "We can make that happen, in exchange for ou leaving us alone across the river. Or, we can unleash hell on your new wolf pack."

Oliver laughed. "And how can you do that?"

"Easy," I told him. "We made peace with Klaus. I helped him out, he cured Marcel. So now, it's you versus us."

"Klaus is a warmonger," Oliver told us. "You think he's gonna choose to side with a pack of scrawny vamps, or an army of the new wolf breed that he created?" 

"I'm thinking he's gonna side with us," Marcel answered. Oliver scoffed. "Especially when he finds out that your pack killed his kid."

Oliver grew serious. "What?" 

Marcel turned, gesturing to a box on the counter. "Open the box, and let me know what you think Klaus will believe about who's responsible for what you find inside of it."

Before I left, I stopped at the doorway. "Cremation may be the best way to go, before Klaus smells it on you."

We left Oliver alone in the stop for him to nervously approach the box, look inside and wince and grow pale.

There was a stillborn baby inside.

The Originals were faking the baby's death so that no one would target her anymore, and they were going to erase our memories of her life, making us think that she was in fact dead so no one would know, in exchange for some of Klaus' werewolf-bite-curing blood.

It was beyond fair. 

And I had to admit that even this made me feel bad.