Chapter 6
Seven Witches
Klaus POV

Freya was able to find her all too easily. I am also not pleased at all to know that Dalilah is here too. They and many other witches have gathered here in a manor that belongs to the Pentreath witch. It is she who has cloaked this township.

"I wouldn't get too close if I were you. They're a bit busy at the moment."

"That cat!" Hayley begins.

"It speaks!" Kol is as baffled as the rest of us. "Say Kol. Kol."

"Loser. Loser." The cat taunts. "I do believe they still require you, Niklaus. Oxsanna saw you coming. They are this way." He prances ahead of us. "And it's about time too. Dalilah's been getting restless." He leads us beyond the backyard and in to a living maze.

"It's no ploy. Logan just likes her privacy. This is one way of insuring it."

I count the turns and it isn't long at all when we come to a small clearing with what looks like some type of stone hedge.

"There must be spirits here from the entire town." Kol comments on all the ghosts she's got around the place.

"A few of them are, yes."

Dalilah is stuck inside a bubble and surrounding her are seven others. There's an older woman, busty and full figured, with wavy blond hair. Next to her is a stick thin woman with auburn hair and is wearing a kilt.

Then there is another blond. She looks to be the youngest. So young I wonder if she's even legal yet to drink. Her hair is flaxen blond and she's dressed in a lavender gown that makes me think of a fairy princess costume.

The last two are twins. They are a mirror of one another with the same black hair styled in the same page boy do, creme colored skin and the only difference in their dresses is the color.
Then there is Logan. I've seen a sketch of her in Roxy's art journals. The only thing different is her hair isn't waist length anymore, but cut above her shoulders.

Lastly, my Rox. She's got a little girl in her arms that looks like me. She has Roxy's dark hair, but she has my features. She has my blue eyes, my ears, my chin, and those are my dimples in her cheeks.

Rox and she are wearing matching dresses. The bodice is black and the skirt is a mix of black and purple tulle. She's got a smudge of the chocolate ice cream on her cheek and has the smallest ice cream cone I've ever seen.

"Oh my god! Is that another one?" Hayley whispers loudly.

"Are we ready?"

"Logan, why you gotta ask it like that? Now I'm waiting for my favorite band to be introduced."
"Because it gets their attention."

"You really think you can do this to me?! I'm older than all of you combined!"

"Perhaps chronologically, but since we've all had a few hundred lifetimes of our own," Thing One begins.

"It is us who is older than you." Thing Two finishes.

How have I been so blessed? Not one but four children? Granted, one is not with the woman of my dreams, but she is still mine none the less and I adore them all equally.

There had been a few times I had envisioned a different life for Roxy and I. One where we could have children and be normal. The children I imagined us having were just as beautiful as she.
"You can't do this to me! No matter what you do, it won't be enough! And I will end you all!"

"Yeah, yeah. Evil rant- blah blah blah. I'll kill you all, blah-blah-blah." Logan speaks. "Hey Klaus, I need a bit of blood. Hold still."

She's a tribrid. I can smell the wolf on her, sense the magic within her and see her fangs are out. She scratches my cheek, deeply, and touches a tiny round cotton swab to my cheek to collect it. Is that a make-up remover? It looks like one of the things Rebekah keeps in the bathroom.

Roxy spots me and waves the child's hand at me. I'm not sure what that smile means but I think I'm still in hot water with her.

"What do we say to people that tell us we can't do something?" Roxy curls her hair behind my childs ear.

"Watch me, bitch."

"Charming." Dalilah sneers.

She sticks her tongue out at Dalilah and it only makes Roxy's smirk turn into a grin. She kisses her cheek before giving her to Val. Sean has Kian and Bree has Killian, and all of them head back the way we came.

"You do know this might kill her, right?" The young blond reminds her.

"And I'm counting on it. I've already got the urn picked out and the crematorium booked." Roxy replies with pride.

"You think you're so clever, don't you?"

"I wouldn't say clever, but it does appear I've bested you."

Each of them has a special little set of cuffs that go around their wrists. The only one with anything different is Roxy and Logan. They each have a pendant with three different stones in it.

"Does he know?"

"We've yet to have that conversation."

"I would suggest taking a step backwards." The cat advises us before he climbs up Kols leg to his shoulder. "This is going to be incredible." His yellow-green eyes widening as he says incredible.

"How can you talk?"

"I'm a domovoi."

"What?"

"A house spirit." Freya clarifies. "I thought they were myth."

"We're not common as we used to be."

"What is Dalilah referring to? What am I missing?" I ask.

"It is not my place to say. That is between you and she."

I've never seen her practice. I've seen her snap someones neck with the flick of her wrist. I've seen her give people an aneurysm and create protective shields, but never practice. This is something else that isn't just incredible to me, but terrifying.

When all is said and done, Dalilah is dead. Her power has been divided and the shield comes down. Logan and she seem to have gotten the shorter end of the stick and faint.

"They'll be fine. They just need to process all that power." Freya tells me. "Domovoi?"

"Yes?"

"What's with all the spirits?"

"Logan is a necromancer. They like her and none miss an opportunity to witness her work her magic." He climbs down Kols leg and instructs the hybrids to pick a witch and bring her inside to the solarium where they will recuperate.

"I have her."

He's not touching her. I won't allow it. I cross her arms over her chest, pick her up and follow the others to the house.

"We have to be invited." Elijah tells him.

"You're invited." The domovoi speaks as he passes us.

The solarium is in full bloom and there have been daybeds moved in here so they can all rest here.
"Why here?"

"It's called the health room for a reason." The domovoi hops up and drapes himself across Logans torso. "You, hybrid, pick him up."

It's a small tiger striped kitten that has no tail, and he's crying under her chaise. Chaise. That brings back memories. I pick him up and set him on the foot. He climbs over her legs and bumbles up her body until he reaches her belly, kneads and curls up into a ball.

"Where did that thing come from?"

"Off the street. Along with three others. Each of the children have one."

"Where are they?"

"I suggest you leave them be for the time being. She's ordered her hybrids to use force if you fail to listen to leave them be. She has plans to speak to you." Speaks the house spirit. Funny how after all my time alive, I've only now gotten confirmation one exists.

I sigh and sit on the stone floor next to her lounge. Is she warm enough? It is a little hot in here.
"Don't stay up all night."

"Aileen, please show them to the guest rooms." The cat speaks.

"You're a ghost." Freya is staring at her.

"That I am." She's a young redhead that looks like she was a few years out of high school when she died. "This way."

"Why stay here? There's nothing for you here. How are you even on this side of the veil?" Freya asks.

"You don't know my existence." She replies smoothly.

Once they are gone, the domovoi questions me.

"You are not angry with her for cursing you?"

"I am."

Just as I'm hurt that she would do such a thing, but I get it. I hurt everyone that hurts me. Finally, there's someone unafraid of hurting me for hurting them.

"If it makes her feel better, then so be it." I sigh. "I deserved it."

"That you did."