He closed the distance between him and Alejandra in three long strides. Alejandra began to shriek and Tomás moved in to shield her, but Klaus was an unstoppable force. Klaus ripped the woman’s head from her body before Rebekah could even cry out a last warning. Blood spurted from of her neck like a hot, red fountain, covering Klaus in the grisly aftermath as her body slumped to the floor.

Elijah screamed in pain, a wordless, mindless howl that seemed to go on and on for days. Rebekah tried to embrace him, pushing back strands of brown hair and making what she hoped were soothing noises. She searched for any hint of recognition in his eyes, but he just stared at the ceiling rafters and moaned.

“Klaus,” she snapped, “get over here!”

Klaus glanced at Elijah, then at Tomás, who was staring at his twin sister’s head in horror. Klaus let the head drop from his hand, and it rolled to tap Tomás’s foot. The man whispered something inaudible and touched the two-headed silver pin at his throat. Rebekah thought she saw wetness in his pale green eyes, although he kept rigid control of the rest of his face. The moment seemed to stretch out forever, and then Tomás broke and ran, fleeing for his life through the cabin’s shattered door. Rebekah didn’t want to let him go, but all she could think about was Elijah.

Klaus appeared at her side, and Rebekah fought the urge to ask him where his concern had been when he’d decided to murder their only key to unlocking their brother.

“It will pass,” Klaus said, his voice taut with anxiety. “Just give him a minute while the spell wears off.”

Rebekah remembered the sight of Luc, lying helplessly beneath the White Oak tree. The powder had affected him far longer than it had her, and Elijah had consumed much more of the stuff than either of them had inhaled. Klaus’s recklessness might still cost them everything they were trying to save.

- The Originals: The Resurrection, Chapter 17