Legacies

Previously on Legacies...

My name is Hope Mikaelson.

The school behind these gates

protects the secrets of people like me.

Vampires, werewolves, witches and everything in between.

- What happened? Landon took a knife.

Now monsters that shouldn't exist

have been coming after it ever since.

What's Malivore? It's a hell dimension

that consumes creatures and wipes their existence

from the collective conscience.

Dad? Do you think I'm broken?

There's something that happens to twins

like you and Josie.

When you turn 22,

the Gemini must merge.

So, one of us is gonna have to kill

- the other one? - I failed you.

The honor council will convene to decide

whether I should remain

as your headmaster.

I can't control it.

We've been wondering if he's supernatural.

You ever heard of the legend of the phoenix?

I can't control myself.

Use this. Only catch is,

you can't turn yourself back.

Our father is Malivore,

the most powerful monster ever to walk the Earth.

Our father?

And now Malivore's gonna rise unless I stop him.

Because once I toss myself into that pit,

no one at school will remember me,

including you.

Over there.

Hi, little brother.

Have a great summer, guys.

See you in September.

At the Salvatore School,

the end of the year means different things

to different people.

For some it's about reunions.

To others it means saying goodbye.

Summer is a time to set out on new adventures,

see the world, to grow in ways you never imagined.

Everyone moves on.

Milton.

Except for those who have nowhere to go,

the ones like me.

My name is Landon Kirby.

All I've ever wanted to know is where I come from,

to have a home, a family, to be special.

Recently, I got all of it.

So why do I feel like nothing's changed?

Somehow it feels like the most important piece

of my life is missing.

I know I need to keep searching for answers

because as far as I can tell,

being immortal means being alone.

And being alone is...

hopeless.

Mom didn't tell you anything else about this thing?

Only that it's called an Ascendant,

and you and I made it with Aunt Bonnie when we were five.

Does it have anything to do with the Merge?

I don't know.

She's being cagey about it. I...

Sorry. Mom almost busted me.

You know, we can Facechat like normal people.

We aren't normal.

And we need to keep our magic sharp over the summer.

- How is therapy going? - Fine.

There is this sexy Swedish guy

whose session is after me on Tuesdays.

I think he's Swedish. Maybe Polish.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

He is hot and crazy,

and the language barrier will make it impossible

for us to communicate.

Just how I like it.

- You should really work on that. - I'll add it

to the list of broken pieces to glue together.

What about you?

Any hot summer dates?

Dad's been, like, my life plus-one

ever since he got the headmaster boot.

I honestly think he's going through a midlife crisis.

- Gross. Hair growth? - Bushy.

- Lady prospects? - Lacking.

Are you not having any fun at all?

What about

Wee Willie Winkle?

Landon's been keeping to himself mostly.

He's always off with Raf.

So ditch it all and come to Europe.

I can't. I don't want to leave Dad alone.

I'm honestly kind of worried he's gonna go out

and buy a tiny red car.

I thought we were taking strides to be less codependent.

We are.

But there's codependent and then there's leaving Dad

with his alarming mustache growth.

- Oh, gross. - Yeah.

Can I help you?

It's me, Dorian.

So how is the headmaster search going?

Caroline's narrowing it down.

I really appreciate you loaning me this stuff.

I'm headed to Georgia tomorrow. I'm gonna do another round

of forensic testing on the Malivore pit.

If I learn anything new, I'll-I'll let you know.

I know I may have gotten heated over the vote.

You did.

Yeah, okay, I probably overreacted.

- You may have. - Well, I just wasn't expecting

that you'd keep your vote a secret.

- It was a secret ballot, Ric. - (CHUCKLES): Yeah.

Of course. But between you, Josie, Kaleb and Jed voting,

I'm still wondering how three to one happened.

Yeah, I just assumed I could count on your vote.

Good luck, Ric.

I really hope you find what you're looking for.

Dr. Saltzman. Long time no see.

I see Raf is eating better than I am.

Yeah, well, you get stuck in permanent wolf form,

and you, too, can hit the all-you-can-eat meat buffet.

Yeah. Any luck finding a spell to turn him back?

I'm working on it. Any luck figuring out

why I can't remember destroying the Malivore pit?

I'm working on it.

Everything else good?

Totally.

Here's to success.

Yeah.

Yes.

Sing to me, baby. That's what I like to hear.

Sing to me like a vamp without his Daylight Ring

on a hot Georgia summer day.

Mmm.

You're supposed to be taking notes.

Didn't seem necessary

with you narrating the whole deal.

Narration goes one way. What you heard was a conversation.

- With your meat? - Meat's got a name,

okay, same as you.

This is Gertrude.

My crazy Uncle Earl, he owns a farm outside the city.

I was there the day she was born.

That's dark, dude.

It's the circle of life, man.

All natural.

What ain't natural is you over there pouting.

- If you say so. - No, I know so.

Look, you're about to have

the best summer of your life. All right?

I appreciate everything that you're doing for me, Kaleb.

I really do. But it doesn't change the fact

that I miss my family,

even if they suck.

Or that I went full superhero

and then school ended just when Lizzie Saltzman

- thought I was cool. - Oh.

We don't say that name, okay?

Don't even fix your mouth to say Li... none of that.

Okay?

It's like I was saying before,

I'm your family now.

Which means that my family is your family, too.

Which also means that you must start practicing

for the cook-off that happens on this rooftop

every Fourth of July.

Because this year,

we're beating my crazy-ass uncle at his own game.

All right?

- (LAUGHS): Okay. - Okay.

Now you take some fresh animal blood.

Take in this gorgeous view.

Take a deep breath. (INHALES)

Yeah.

Best summer of our lives.

Yeah, bro.

Mmm. Mmm.

Oh, that's straight Gertrude right there.

Yeah, yeah, that-that's her.

I suck at this.

My best friend used to say

he'd rather starve than eat anything I tried to make, but...

...you already know that.

That's good.

I know you're in there, Raf.

I'm gonna find a way to get you back,

and then everything will be good again, okay?

I'll never give up hope.

Hello?

Post tenebras spero lucem.