Rebekah's condition practically worsened overnight, and Beatrix was shaken awake very unceremoniously by Klaus.

"What the fuck is happening," she mumbled sleepily, still not even fully conscious.

"Get up, and hurry," he said, looking angry. "She's lost it. Tried to attack Hope just now, and she's kidnapped Davina and several other witch children. Up! Before I pull you up myself."

"Jeez, let me open my eyes," she said, stumbling up and quickly starting to get ready.

"Meet me downstairs," said the hybrid gruffly before speeding out of the room. The Heretic groaned and quickly got dressed and cleaned up before darting down to where Klaus and Freya were gazing at the painting of Rebekah on the wall.

"Finally," huffed Klaus, glad to not be alone with Freya anymore. "Now, you said that you could put Rebekah back in her original body. Do it. Beatrix will assist you."

The blonde laughed in amusement. "So, you've come to your senses?"

"My senses have not faltered— they still demand that you are not to be trusted," Klaus clarified. "However, circumstance dictates otherwise.... For now. Eva Sinclair has resumed control of her body, leaving Rebekah trapped and powerless. So make with your spells and enchantments and put my sister back in her true body!"

Freya sighed in frustration. "I'm afraid it's not that simple."

"More stalling," said Klaus darkly. "Very well. I know I can't kill you, but I shall have a fine time trying. Tell me, have you ever been skinned alive?"

"I think what she means is that it won't be as simple anymore," said Beatrix worriedly.

"Exactly," agreed Freya. "When I offered to help, Rebekah was in control of Eva's body. She's lost inside Eva. I don't have a spell that could breach Eva's mind and find her."

"Well, fortunately for you, I know someone well-versed in such spells," said Klaus. He walked over to a wooden box he had set on one of the outdoor chairs and opened it, speeding over to Freya and slapping some shackles onto her before she could react. He cast her a wicked smirk and beckoned for her and Beatrix to follow. "Let's go meet her, shall we?"

Of course, Beatrix knew exactly what to expect. But it sucked immensely for Klaus to not have given Freya any sort of heads up. They entered the Lyonne tomb, where Esther had previously had Elijah all tied up. Klaus beckoned the two women inside, looking very smug.

"I fail to see the need for these," said Freya when he didn't immediately remove the shackles. "I'm not your enemy."

"Oh, they're not to protect me, love!" he said cheerfully. "They're to protect her— the one who knows more about mind-invasion and body-jumping than all of us put together." He moved forward and tossed two blood bags into the darkest corner of the tomb. A hand reached out, and took the bags, gulping them down quickly and coming out into the very dim light. Freya immediately leapt back, but Klaus held her in place. "Mother? Freya. Freya? Mother. And you both have already met Beatrix."

Esther could care less that Beatrix was there. She stared up at her eldest in disbelief. "It... can't be," she whispered.

"You won't trust me, but you'll trust her?" Freya snarled, staring back at Klaus.

The hybrid shook his head. "I trust my mother about as much as I would a stuck snake. Fortunately, she is now a vampire, and as such, she's vulnerable to my compulsion." He moved forward and grabbed Esther by the face. "You will answer me truthfully." Pleased with himself, he yanked her toward Freya. "There! Now at least everything that comes out of her wretched mouth will be honest. Let's raid Mommy Dearest's mind for spells, shall we?"

Esther didn't seem fazed by this. She looked up at Freya in wonder, coming closer with her arms extended. "My beautiful girl. My firstborn!"

"Touch me, and I will use these chains to strangle you!" snapped Freya.

Well, at least now Beatrix could see exactly where Freya and Klaus bore resemblances to each other.

"Yes, now that we have the pleasantries out of the way, let's begin, shall we?" said Klaus, turning to Esther. It appears your delightful sister Dahlia is on her way to New Orleans, hell-bent on stealing my child. I need Rebekah back in her original body so she can help me destroy her."

Esther's face went pale. "Your child?" she breathed.

Klaus rolled his eyes in response. "Oh, I suppose it is difficult keeping up on current events whilst rotting inside a tomb." Rubbing his hands together, he moved closer to the woman. "Very well. The short version? My child is alive. Dahlia is on her way. Now, the previous tenant of Rebekah's body has seized control and isn't keen on giving it up. Young Freya here, although powerful, lacks the spell to put Rebekah back in her true body. And that's where you come in." He grabbed Esther by the shoulders, glaring into her eyes. " need you to be a dear and dig deep into that ex-witch mind of yours and give me the spell that puts Rebekah back." He shoved a piece of paper into her hands.

Esther, albeit looking very bitter, went to the side of the tomb where there was an elevated surface she could write on. She began to write the spell, but it was certainly taking a long time. Esther was clearly in no rush making her diagrams and triangles, which made Klaus and Freya look highly impatient, while Beatrix was having a grand time playing Candy Crush on her phone.

"What is taking so long?" said Klaus in annoyance. "You didn't tarry when you attempted to kill my child!"

His mother glared up, looking hurt. "I took no joy in that! I knew if your daughter lived, Dahlia would come, not only for her, but for all of you! And however you may despise me, I would not wish that upon you."

"How touching!" Klaus snapped.

"Isn't it?" agreed Freya bitterly. "I always wondered what maternal compassion sounded like. Of course, I wouldn't know, since you sold me into slavery at the age of five!"

The witch huffed. "When I made that bargain with my sister, I had no idea what it meant to be a mother! I thought if I had a dozen children, I would not miss the one. And then, you were born. You were beautiful. You had a light about you that put a smile on the face of the hardest man I had ever known. And when Dahlia took you, I thought that same light might warm her embittered heart. That you might lead a good life."

This only seemed to further enrage the eldest Mikaelson. "A good life? You were my mother! You should have come for me!"

Esther didn't disagree. "Yes, I should have. But, it would have been a mistake." She turned to her son. "The same mistake you will be making if you let this girl help you."

"For God's sake, speak plainly!" Klaus snarled.

Esther moved toward him. "The light I saw in Freya as a child, it's gone. While she was mine for five years, Dahlia was her mentor for a thousand. And, like her mentor, she will offer to solve your problem, but for a price."

"There is no price!" said Freya angrily. I love them—" She launched herself toward her mother, but Beatrix leapt forward and held her back.

"No violence until she's finished writing the spell, please!" chided Klaus, staring at Esther. "Honestly, it's all temper and no timing with this one." he chuckled lightly. "I, for one, am glad you gave her away so that I could be born. You should think of me as an upgrade!"

"What an insensitive thing you say, you abominable little wart," Beatrix snapped as she kept Freya at bay. Klaus seemed amused at her reaction. "Well, well, Beatrix, what input would you like to give?"

"I'm not looking to give input. You're not even trying to be understanding of what she went through!" she snapped. "She suffered and if you don't learn to cooperate, the same fate will befall your daughter! Doesn't the story even sound familiar to you? A child taken from her mother? The last time you heard that tale, you were at the very least sympathetic!"

"Don't be ridiculous, Beatrix, where have I ever heard that story before?"

"With me!" she hissed, making Klaus's smile drop. "The witches took me from my mother by force because of what I was! You were sympathetic when I told you how they tore me away, how they tormented me, training me incessantly and still thinking I wouldn't even survive! And yet, when Freya presents a worse story, where she was given willingly and was tortured even more, you don't even think to feel bad for her! Do you really want Hope to experience that? Because the way you're acting, you're paving the way to make Dahlia's path incredibly easy to snatch her up."

The hybrid was silent, and Beatrix let go of the blonde witch, stepping back and glaring at Klaus, challenging him to argue against her. He did not, and she huffed.

"It's done," said Esther not long after, handing the spell to Freya. She looked it over, and her face went quite pale.

"I-I can't do this," she said. "This spell requires an enormous amount of power."

"Which you have, especially between the two of you," said Esther.

"And that power needs to be anchored," continued Freya, "or I'll be lost inside Eva's mind along with Rebekah. Unlike your magic, mine isn't anchored to any one place— because of you," she looked up at her mother, "I have no home."

"Perhaps," she mused. "But, there is no other spell."

Freya thought for a moment, then looked up at Klaus. "You. I can use you as my anchor. I'll channel your power while I breach Eva's mind."

"And there it is," said Esther, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at her daughter. "The price. If she channels you, she will have access to your mind, past and present. She will know everything about you."

Klaus began to pace around the tomb, refraining from looking at Beatrix. "All All of my strategies and all of my secrets laid bare to give to Dahlia. You must think I'm a fool, Freya."

"Unless it's not a trick," said a new voice. They turned, and Elijah came into the tomb. "I'll be the anchor."

"Brother, I think not," said Klaus sharply.

"Brother," Elijah retorted, "whatever this is, nothing must prevent us from saving our sister. I will not lose Rebekah."

Klaus scoffed. "Oh yes, by all means, let's give Dahlia's whelp access to all the information she needs to destroy us!"

"And since when do we heed the words of this serpent?" challenged Elijah, pointing to Esther.

"ENOUGH!" screamed Freya suddenly, yanking her arms down and breaking through her shackles. She flicked her wrist and Klaus's neck snapped, making him crumple to the floor. The blonde glared down at her brother's unconscious body with cruel mirth. "For an upgraded model, you're not very sharp." She looked up at Elijah and Beatrix. "Let's go. Now."

"Where are we headed to, exactly?" inquired Beatrix.

"The warehouse where Eva has kept the captured children," said Elijah. "We have her, and everything is ready."

"Start reading up," said Freya, handing Beatrix the paper where Esther had written the spell.

When they arrived to said warehouse, Beatrix wasn't sure how she felt. Marcel was waiting there with Eva Sinclair's unconscious body in his arms. Beside him was the man whose body Finn had previously taken, now upright.

"Um, what the fuck?" said Beatrix. "Didn't you blow up in a fire?"

"The real Finn is in my pendant," said Freya, holding a necklace. "That is Vincent Griffith. He's all better now."

Beatrix awkwardly nodded her head to him. Freya began to prepare the materials according to Esther's spell— a figure of salt and herbs on the floor, turned into a triangle with a white candle at each peak. They laid Eva down in the center, and Vincent and Marcel laid on either side of her, taking her hand.

"Beatrix and I will act as a bridge into her mind," said Freya, taking Elijah's hand. "But I'm trusting you to help Beatrix anchor me, brother."

"Do what you need to do," he told her, nodding his head.

"Rebekah is buried deep," said Freya. "Eva will not give her up without a fight."

"Then she gets a fight," said Marcel confidently, looking over at Beatrix and offering her a smile.

"Be careful," she told him with a gentle voice. "Eva's mind will be a dangerous place. If she kills you in there, you will be lost. And, if you kill her before you free Rebekah, then Rebekah will be gone forever. Once you have Rebekah, then, and only then, can Eva be dealt with."

Vincent let out a deep breath. "We got it."

Freya moved to kneel beside Vincent. "You'll need a weapon." She extracted a knife out of her boot.

"How am I supposed to take that with me?" he inquired.

Freya clutched the knife to her chest. "Lamina ferri in mentem. Lamina ferri in mentem." She stopped and grimaced at Vincent. "This is going to hurt." She stabbed him in the arm with the knife. He let out a scream of pain, but suddenly went unconscious, followed by Marcel.

"You're sure what we're doing is going to work?" said Beatrix worriedly as she took Freya's hand, and the blonde held onto her brother's hand.

"Yes," she said. "But it's up to you and Elijah to keep me anchored down the best you can. You're a lot safer because you were born here, from what I was told."

Gulping slightly, Beatrix closed her eyes, and the two witches began to chant loudly. "Pontem praesidio. Anchora immortalibus. Pontem praesidio. Anchora immortalibus."

Beatrix let out a grunt of pain as she chanted. She'd never done a spell that required this much power— not with only one other witch. In her travels, she had performed massive spells with entire covens, all their hands linked. This hurt like a bitch. Involuntarily, her and Freya's backs arched to painful levels, their heads falling back. Elijah groaned as he struggled to hold Freya down, and Beatrix forced herself to straighten up, gripping her tightly so that there would be no way they'd lose their connection.

It felt like a horrible, painful eternity. Over and over again. "Pontem praesidio. Anchora immortalibus. Pontem praesidio. Anchora immortalibus." Beatrix felt her eyes watering in effort, her chest tightening. She and Freya were chanting louder each time to keep a hold, and it was becoming increasingly harder for Elijah to keep Freya down. He yelled in frustration, and Beatrix cracked an eye slightly open, seeing Vincent's body shaking wildly on the floor. Something was wrong.

"Pontem praesidio. Anchora immortalibus. Pontem praesidio. Anchora immortalibus."

Elijah let out another yell. "I'm losing them!" cried Freya, who could more clearly sense that the others were not faring so well.

Beatrix fought back a whimper, forcing herself to keep chanting. She had no choice. It was either continue and give them a chance to save Rebekah, or lose them. "Pontem praesidio. Anchora immortalibus. Pontem praesidio. Anchora immortalibus."

Suddenly, someone grasped her hand. She opened her eyes and saw Klaus, who had arrived and was now holding onto both her and Freya.

"We're not finished, you and I," he said in a hard voice, glaring at Freya, who was in shock. "But, for right now? Save my sister."

The witch nodded. "Pontem praesidio. Anchora immortalibus. Pontem praesidio. Anchora immortalibus."

Then, suddenly, Marcel and Vincent were gasping loudly, and sitting up. The four that were standing were thrown apart, and Beatrix nearly fell, but composed herself quickly and ran to Marcel's side. "Are you hurt? What happened?" she said, helping him stand up.

"I'm fine," he breathed. "I-I think it worked but—" he stopped, listening as a small noise in the background. Davina. He sped to another room, and Beatrix heard Davina call his name. It made her smile slightly, thinking how his first thought had been to check on the girl that was basically his daughter.

Beatrix turned back to where Vincent was tending to the wound on his arm. She knelt beside Eva's body, putting her hands on her chest, siphoning the rest of whatever magic held her down. With a loud gasp, she sat up, and smiled, breathing in relief. "Bloody hell!" she sighed. "That feels much better."

"Hi, Bex," said Beatrix happily, pulling her into a hug. "Let's get you home, alright?" She helped her to her feet, looking back where Freya was wiping sweat off of her forehead. Klaus was off to the side, looking as though he was wanting to say 'thank you' but didn't want to appear soft.

By the time they arrived back to the Mikaelson compound, Beatrix felt ready to collapse. She'd put Rebekah to bed, and had made sure to check that Davina was alright. She'd hugged Marcel before he left, but had not spoken anything to Elijah afterward. She went to her room, curling up under her blankets and laying on her side, her phone in her hand and playing Candy Crush again. Against her better instincts, she abandoned the game and went to dial Kai's number.

"It's late as hell," he answered with a yawn.

"I know. I just drained myself so much doing this really cool spell. Want to hear about it?"

"Sure."

"Basically, Rebekah was put in someone else's body, and that person was fighting for control, and the eldest sister— Freya— and I had to do this really complicated spell to get her back. It was insane. It felt... painful.... But it was such a rush."

"Okay, we get it, you're a masochist. We've known that since you established how you banged all the Mikaelson brothers."

"Holy fuck, not all of them."

"Oh, that's right, you haven't had Finn yet. That's the one that was in the coffin but is now dead. There goes your streak."

"You're a pain. I shouldn't have called you."

"But you did, didn't you? You sound.... Nice. Not like, it sounds nice to hear your voice— definitely not that. But you seem to be in a really good mood."

Beatrix laughed lightly. "Yeah, I guess I am in a kinda good mood."

"What's Elijah got to say?"

"Nothing. I was hearing the other day that he's talking a lot to this new vampire girl named Gia. Apparently an excellent violinist."

"Dick move. Doesn't even have the balls to be upfront about anything."

"Ugh, tell me about it. He gets all butthurt that I didn't want to sleep with him the other day if I was just going to be the rebound, and now, he's occupying his mind with another girl. He's... so different now. His mother really did a number on him when she had him trapped. It's like, he's not holding back any of his innermost desires anymore."

"So basically, he's humping everything in sight."

"Ew, that makes him sound like a fucking rabbit."

"Well, he would basically be one if he could procreate. It's been... how long? A few months and he's had three of you, it seems."

"I don't even want to think how many kids he and the others would have if they could procreate. Holy crap, they'd probably be significantly large numbers... especially from Klaus. Ugh, but then Dahlia would have a whole hoard of firstborns for her stupid itinerary..."

"Ooh, if you could be like, the mother of their kid, whose kid would it be?"

"Excuse me?"

"Like, if you could either have Elijah or Klaus's baby, whose would it be?"

"I understood that. It's just a really fucking weird question. I mean, Klaus and I already co-parented once before. He's not a bad dad. Could be better, though. As for Elijah... fuck, I don't know. He's not on my good side right now."

"You and I would make such cute kids. They'd be perfect little psychopaths."

"Jesus, absorbing Luke did more damage to you than I thought. After murdering your siblings, I wouldn't have ever pictured you to be talking about having kids."

"Oh, it's just a hypothetical statement. Fuck kids. I don't want any. I don't want there to be any other members of the Gemini Coven— ever."

"Make sure to remember that statement when you're debating not wrapping your willy."

"It's never a debate. I always wrap it."

"Hmm, I don't recall you ever doing that with me."

"Okay, well, it's different with you, you're a vampire. You can't get pregnant. That's reality."

"Ooh, does that imply you've been having fun with mortal girls then?"

"Um, yeah, what else would I be doing?"

"Ruining cartoons for kids all over the world. Let me guess, your days are an endless cycle of waking up, watching cartoons, pinpointing minor details in your plan to kill the Gemini Coven, going to a bar and finding a girl, taking her home, sending her home when you're done, and going to sleep just to repeat it everyday."

"Well, when you put it like that, you make me sound like such a manwhore."

Beatrix snorted. "And you're not one?"

"Ouch. Someone's deprived."

"I am not deprived."

"You've had sex once since you got out. You're deprived. Seriously though, you're in a good mood right now. Go get laid."

"I'm tired right now, though, I'm not in the mood for that."

"Get un-tired, then, damn. It can't be that hard for a witch of your caliber."

"I've never been one to just sleep with random people. It took us what, five years to get in bed together?"

"That doesn't count. You know why? Neither of us ever expressed an interest— we literally only did it to get our needs met. Sure, toward the end, it was tolerable to me—"

"Fuck, you're making me sound like a terrible partner, Kai."

"Aw, are your feelings hurt? You know that's not what I mean, either way. I have a very difficult time appreciating things in the moment, and it's only ever in hindsight that I can understand how good I had it. Comes with being a sociopath. Anyway—"

"Wait, wait, wait. It almost sounded like you implied that you really liked it, but just didn't say it in the moment."

Kai went silent for a bit. "I never said that," he said a bit more defensively. "I'm going to sleep now. Go bone someone so you're not so annoying."

When he hung up, she wasn't surprised. Groaning, she stretched her legs out and rolled over in bed. Kai was right about one thing, she had needs and she was most certainly now in the mood for it. Knowing she'd regret this later, but having no other alternatives, she marched right out of bed, still in her pajamas, and went out onto the balcony, peering at some of the werewolves gathered below.

She couldn't necessarily just yell— "who's in the mood for some boning?" So, of course, she went downstairs, initially ignoring their stares and pretending she was just going to get a glass of water. At this point, she didn't care that she didn't know them. When she began to walk back, she cast them a look, and a few glanced up, offering her a smile. She winked back, holding up her glass of water and drinking a bit of it, acting as though she was heading to the stairs. This was completely reckless of her. She'd never once even thought of doing something like this. And yet, she was too annoyed with Elijah to care.

Leaning against the railing, she locked eyes with one of the wolves who hadn't stopped staring. She nodded her head slightly, beckoning him to follow. There was no hesitation in his eyes when he stood, patting one of his fellow pack members on the back before making his way over to her.

"I almost forgot you lived here," he mused once she started going up the stairs. He followed behind in an eager trot. "We hardly ever see you out and about."

"I'm not big on being seen," she giggled lightly. "I'm actually really used to hiding from the public eye in here."

He chuckled. She peered back over her shoulder, observing his face. She'd definitely seen him somewhere before, but she didn't know his name at all. Messy hair, but a clean shaven face. Tall and with a strong built. Cute for sure.

"I don't know if you remember, but I was one of the wolves at the graveyard," he said. "That day that you all tried to save Oliver."

"Oh," she said. "Jeez, I'm sorry, I don't remember you."

"I wouldn't expect you to. I got one glimpse of you and you knocked me out with that spell."

"Fuck," she said, casting him a crooked smile. "Extra sorry about that."

"No worries. It was pretty impressive."

She opened the door to her room, pulling him inside, and closing it behind her, clicking the look, muttering the silencing spell under her breath.

He crashed his lips to her, and that night, she felt better than she had in awhile. Unceasing movements and dirty words whispered between heavy breaths, continuing until she became too tired to deny her sleep any longer. It was the kind of release she needed, relief of pleasure without attachments. When it was over, there was no tension. It was an unspoken agreement that it had been nice, but there was no need to make a big deal about it.

This seemed to be a good way to heal.