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She could hear her heart thumping against her chest as loud as her heels against the concrete sidewalk. The sound was like one harmonious rhythm, a song and her thoughts were the lyrics as she debated her options over and over in her head. Still trying to convince herself that this was the best and possibly the only option she had. But deep down she knew where she was going there was a great possibility she would never leave alive. The very thought caused her to clutch the pendant tighter in her hand but the thoughts of death wouldn't stop her. It was the last thought she had right before walking over the line of that territorial entryway of the Mikaelson's estate.
There seemed to be no one is sight but before she could take another step guards of the Strix surrounded her. Her heart jumped and filled with fright but with a quick raise of her hands and the twist of her wrist they fell to the ground as their necks snapped and Freya alone stood before her.
Harper dressed in all black with a hooded cloak and heeled boots. Slowly she took down her hood showing her natural red hair as her brown eyes met with Freya's. With confidence Freya took a step towards her crossing her arms against her chest as she raised her chin, looking at the woman who was trying to invade her home.
"Hello Freya," she said. "My name is Harper and I've came looking for your help," she said, clearly genuine. "I'm looking for a spell."
Freya chuckled, amused but not convinced. "It seems as though you can help yourself," she said looking to the bodies that laid at her feet. She shook her head as she took another step towards the stranger. "Listen, I don't know who you are or what you want but just because you're a witch doesn't mean I'm obligated to help you. Now I advise you to get out."
"Please," she begged but then she remember what was in her hand. "What if I could offer you a trade for the spell I seek?"
"What kind of trade?" Freya questioned slightly intrigued.
"I have something, that your brother Elijah would burn down the Earth to have," she admitted, suddenly feeling a slight more powerful.
"Yet the Earth still stands," Freya spat.
"Here," she said before placing the pendent in her hands. "Show him this and I'm sure he'll agree to meet with me. I'll be back tomorrow morning."
Freya watched as the young woman left, before she could debate. She then looked at the beautiful pendant of gold vines with several embedded diamonds that framed a glittering opal stone. She stroked her finger over the large stone. It was beyond beautiful and shinned bright in the early morning light. It was clearly expensive and maybe even one of a kind.
She took it upstairs and the first thing she did was check the necklace for hidden magic but there was nothing. She then placed it on a map and began a locator spell but again she got nothing and as she finished Elijah walked in.
He headed for his room but she stood to her feet. "Elijah, wait," she said capturing his attention.
He stopped in his tracks, facing her with a smile. "Yes sister?"
"Can I show you something?" She questioned hoping he could shine a light on the mystery item.
"Of course," he said waiting, wondering. "What is it?"
She placed the necklace in his hand, watching the way the joy faded from his face. "Does this mean anything to you?" She asked, but by the look on his face she already knew the answer.
Klaus walked in with a smirk behind them. "Well, well that looks like the necklace he gave his wife after they got married. The very one he accused me of stealing when she died."
"Of course Niklaus, because when it comes to art you have no soul, let alone compassion," he replied and Klaus simple smirked and raised his brows in some type of agreeance. "Freya," Elijah began as he looked to her. "Freya, where did you get this?"
"A witch came here earlier looking to trade. She said she needed help, a spell, I'm guessing one of mom's spells," she clarified.
"Please tell me you didn't give it to her in exchange for that ancient artifact of a necklace!" Klaus spat raising his voice.
"Of course not," she defended. "She gave it to me. She said if I showed it to Elijah he would want to meet with her for the real trade."
Klaus looked at his brother knowing he was considering it in his mind. "I'll call Rebekah," Klaus said as he walked off. "It seems as though we're going to need some help ourselves, now that witches are interested in mother's book of brews."
As Klaus left she turned to Elijah as he made his way to the middle of the room. "I didn't know you had a wife, you never talked about her," she said, clearly hurt.
"The subject itself was always quite off limits," he admitted as he placed the necklace on the table. He then took off his jacket, hanging it on the back of a chair. "Although we all cared for her deeply."
"What was she like?" Freya asked sitting in the couch.
He looked up and took a deep breath as he began to loosen his cuffs. "She was an extremely intelligent woman. Beautiful in every sense, sweet but had a temper like you couldn't believe," he smirked and Freya smiled. "You would have liked her, hell Niklaus liked her."
"How did she die?" She asked even though she was almost afraid to.
"By the hands of Mikael," he sighed as he looked to the ground.
"Elijah, I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Don't apologize," he replied. "Our father was determined to see Niklaus dead and everywhere we went Mikael followed, destroying everything we built as he chased. Trying to erase every memory of our existence."
"So what happened?" She questioned.
He took a deep breath and released. "She was the type of person who enjoyed the arts of music, dances and plays. Every week we would go and enjoy ourselves, it brought such joy to her eyes. But one night I didn't accompany her to this play she wanted to watch again so she went with her friends, some humans and planned to meet with Rebekah. She begged me to go, she always wanted me by her side but I chose to stay, thinking she would be safe. But that very night he came to town," he swallowed. "But by the time I heard and raced to go get her it was too late. I watched as her body fell to the ground as he held her heart in his hand as she protected my sister," he said as he rolled up his sleeves. There was pain written all over his face, like salt being dumped into a wound. "I was the last thing that she saw and I couldn't save her."
"It's not your fault," she whispered.
"But it is. I should have never let her out of my sight," he said. "Losing her was one of the most painfullest moments of my life," he admitted. "And in that moment I was ready to give myself to Mikael, I could hear Rebekah is the distance pleating with me but I was broken. I dropped to my knees and was ready for death but he just looked down at me and told me to get up before walking right past me," he said and she looked to the ground. "It was losing her that made me realized that this so called gift of immortality that our mother has given us, is no gift at all. It's a curse."
"Elijah," she whispered trying to console him.
"Freya, tell me, what use is immortality if you are forever cursed to be alone, always and forever?"
"You can't possibly believe that."
"It's hard not to believe when everything that we touch we destroy. The very things we hold dear turns to dust in our hands and slips through our fingers and that is exactly what happened to my wife. She is nothing more than dust, a memory."
He couldn't sleep as he stared off into the never resting town as travelers below drank and partied, waiting for the night to end and the day to start. Klaus soon joined him with two glasses of bourbon as they listened to the music of the culture.
"Tell me brother, what is it, that you think this wretched witch could possibly have besides lies?" Klaus questioned before he drank.
"I do not know Niklaus, but she is right about one thing. This necklace leaves me wondering."
"Then we meet her in the morning," Klaus spat taking another sip of his drink.
"And if all she has is lies then she too will become nothing more than dust," Elijah replied and Klaus smirked.
Elijah sat in a chair by the entryway with his leg crossed as Klaus stood beside him and Freya sat with him. As the sun finally began it's rise Harper walked in wearing her hood but as she stopped she took it down, showing her face.
"I was hoping you would meet with me, Elijah."
He stood to his feet, buttoning his jacket as he held his stance. "You must be Harper. Tell me, what do you intend to do with my mother's spell? Matter of fact what spell are you looking to obtain?"
"I am looking for a spell to create a prison world," she admitted.
"Why? So you can throw us in it? Absolutely not!" Klaus accused and shouted.
"I have no intentions of harming your family but there are witches, heretics, who have been released. They threaten the very balance of what we know. They are half vampire and witch who can absorb magic and use it as their own. They are stronger than you can ever imagine and they threaten my home."
"That sounds like quite the problem you have there," Klaus spat. "But that has nothing to do with us."
"It will be a problem for us all if we can not contain them," Harper clarified.
"So tell me, Harper," Elijah interjected trying to draw back her attention. "How is that you came across the necklace of my dead wife? One that I have been searching for, for decades, centuries."
"It's because your wife is in my possession," she admitted. "And I'm willing to trade her for that spell."
Klaus grew angry. "This is preposterous, what do you mean she's in your possession? What do you have, her bloody ashes? Have you sick people been passing them down from generation to generation?!" Klaus spat as he threw up his hands.
"Niklaus," Elijah said trying to calm him, eager to gather more information.
"No Elijah, what is she going to do? Bring her back from the bloody dead for a trade?! This is nonsense!"
"I agree Niklaus," he admitted before turning his attention back to the witch. "Harper I know you are desperate for this spell but you can not trade something that does not exists, for even her ashes have already returned to the earth," Elijah added with a sting to his voice as he took one step towards her.
"She's not dead," she defended holding her ground.
"What do you mean she's not dead? She's been dead for damn near five hundred years!" Klaus spat in anger.
Elijah pinched the bridge of his nose and took in a sharp breath. "How can you make such a claim? My wife is dead. I watched her demise with my own eyes," he added.
"What you saw, her death, Mikael, it was all an illusion created by my ancestors," she admitted and it explain why Mikael didn't kill him.
"And why would they do that?" Elijah questioned now intrigued at the depth of their deception. His fingers stretched and clenched as he stood before her.
"Leverage," she simply replied. "They knew that one day we would need your help and if we had something or someone worth the world you would be more willing to cooperate."
"And look at that, five hundred years later here you are, trying to force our hand!" Klaus spat clearly disgusted.
"She lays dormant, hidden, under our protection. I promise you she has been well taken care of," Harper admitted.
"Then I will give you half of the spell when she is delivered," Rebekah said as she made her grand entry, carrying a duffle bag in her hand.
"Rebekah!" Klaus shouted in protest. "You can not fall into their deception!"
"And you will get the other half when she's awake," she finished, ignoring him. "That is my only offer."
Harper smiled. "I will bring her in the morning," she assured them before leaving, placing her hood back on her head.
"Why would you do such a thing?!" Klaus shouted as he approached his sister. "God knows what she's really going to do with that spell!"
"I did it because this family is about always and forever Nik and that includes the people who we fall in love with and plan to spend it with. Elijah deserves happiness, all of us do," she said before looking Elijah in the eyes.
Freya unwrapped the leather spell book and began to flip through the pages as Rebekah stood beside her. She smiled as she found the spell and tore it from the book.
"Are you sure you can make the adjustments? Nik will dagger me if we end up in a prison world."
"I'm sure," Freya smiled as she continued to read. "You're did the right thing," she assured her, giving her sister some peace in her heart.
"I couldn't let him give her up because of Nik's paranoia. Elijah has sacrificed so much for us, we can give up one bloody spell for our brother. Nik will get over it."
"I hope so," she sighed. "He's quite good at holding grudges."
Another night came and Elijah found himself sitting on the edge of his bed. He wore nothing but a pair of grey long johns and a slim gold bracelet on his wrist, a gift from her when they first me. He ran a hand through his hair as he watched the moonlight stretch across his floor from his balcony. His heart fought with his head and guilt consumed his every thought. How is it possible that what he saw was nothing more than an illusion? How could he not see through it? How could he not feel in his heart that she was still alive all these years?
It was as if the weight of the world was standing on his shoulders. He had broken his vows, his immortal promise to love her and only her. Always and forever, till the end of forever. How would he explain himself to the woman he claimed meant everything to him. The very woman he would create and destroy for. The very thoughts of her consumed him until a light knock came from his door.
He looked up to see Hayley leaning against his door frame. "May I come in?"
"Yes, yes of course," he said standing to his feet reaching for a shirt.
"I just came by to see if you were alright. I kind of heard about everything that's happening," she said with pure concern.
"You mean how I'm being tormented by a delusional witch and her ancestors? Claiming that they have possession of my suppose to be dead wife?" He said as he pulled the shirt over his head. "It's become quite an ordeal."
She smiled with a slight laugh that didn't meet her eyes. "Look I just wanted you to know that no matter what happens, I want you to be happy and I don't want you to hold back because of me."
He looked to the ground. In his heart he knew she would do this. "And I want the same for you."
"I meant what I said after Jackson died," she whispered before looking him in his eyes.
The morning came and they all waited, together. From a distance you could hear the wheels as they pushed towards the estate. Harper stood in front of the coffin and Freya approached her making the trade.
"I'll be back tomorrow for the other half when she wakes," she assured her before leaving once again.
Her coffin was a glittering onyx that was polished and shined and line with a thin strip of gold. It was brought upstairs and placed near the balcony. Elijah stood a distance from it, feeling his heart in the pit of his stomach, consumed still with guilt as he held the bag of blood in his hand, waiting for his sister. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Rebekah. She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder as she looked at the coffin, glad to see her friend returned.
"Sorry I'm late," she whispered.
"You're right on time," he assured her but she could sense something wasn't right.
"What's wrong?" She questioned. "I thought you'd be happy to see her, to have her back."
"Truly I am but I am also filled with so much guilt," he admitted looking down briefly. "When she wakes what will I tell her? How will I explain how I abandoned her for five hundred years?"
"Elijah, you didn't know that she was still alive all this time. We all thought she was dead."
"It doesn't change the fact, that while I pranced about this earth in a state of self loathing, she was somewhere alone, desiccating in a coffin. Waiting for the day to be used like cheap merchandise."
"And now you have her again," she said before standing in front of him. "Elijah, you shouldn't feel guilt, you should feel rage," she said through her teeth. He could see the anger that burned behind her eyes. He never thought how this whole thing affect her until now. "These sick sadistic people took the love of your life for leverage. Not because you harmed them but because they wanted to use us. All this time, I blamed myself for her death, for you being unhappy, when it was nothing more than an illusion. That illusion broke our hearts, tore them from our chests. Laying in that coffin is another shot at happiness and she doesn't deserve to lay in there a minute longer. Wake her and seek revenge. "
Rebekah passed him and lifted the top wide open. Elijah then approached feeling his stomach tied in knots as the woman who stole his heart was finally before him once again. She was like sleeping beauty lying in the coffin still as stone. Her skin was pale from the lack of blood, grey with purple veins. Her hair long, down to her waist in tamed soft black waves. She was wearing the same clothes she died in, a flowing dress of white with long sleeves of lace. Nothing about her had changed not even the shoes on her feet. On her withering fingers was her wedding band and on another, an opal ring, and a simple bracelet from that time on her wrist. Everything about her was just as he remembered. He moved a stray hair from her face and the guilt began to fade as rage took it's place.
"Feed her," Rebekah whispered as she stood beside him. "And let us burn what they love to the ground."
Carefully he placed the bag to her lips and began to feed her and as he did his family joined him. Klaus stood with his arms crossed and Freya stood beside him. They watched as her skin began to come to life and slowly she began to move her fingers and as her eyes began to open he said her name in a whisper. "Adela."
Hello. Hi guys. This is my first Fanfiction on this site, first chapter, first this year. Just a lot of firsts and I really hope you guys like this story. I'm not really sure if I should continue. I'm honestly thinking about leaving this as a one shot but please let me know what you think. I am very open for criticism and I also take one shot story requests! SO let me know. Thanks for reading!
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