Disclaimer: I own nothing. I was actually watching season 2 of Sailor moon while writing this, wow is it cheesy. Thankfully nostalgia stops that being a problem. Lol. Enjoy.


Chapter 9 – Elijah's P.O.V

I doubt that the three having a frankly disturbing conversation in on the front porch noticed that Rebekah had ceased her screeching. My sister herself looked a little annoyed, and had muttered something under her breath.

"Greedy bastards," she sighed, flopped into a chair looking more drained than I had ever seen her without a dagger in her chest. I was merely glad that her ire was no longer directed at me.

"How does a vampire get someone pregnant?" Davina asked with wide eyes from where she stood in the door way. We both paused, Rebekah wincing as I threw her a filthy glare. "If that was a secret your sister should keep her voice down while tearing chunks off of you," she continued matter of factly as we both stood there silent, "You still didn't answer the question." The young witch crossed her arms over her chest and stared at me in displeasure. It seemed that my Mina had gained another protector, though I was still unsure if she really had any need of them.

"Tab A, went into slot B," my sister shot at her in amusement, "You do realise how sex works right?"

"So basically you have no idea," Davina retorted equally amused. Rebekah shook her head, and then turned her gaze to me. That was when I realized that the particulars of Mina's… death, almost death and her subsequent saving had stayed a secret. Completely unintentional, but I decided that I would not change that for the sheer tsunami of emotions over her almost death would rain down upon this city if her near death was made known to my siblings. I could feel myself lightly shiver, and turned my gaze to the ceiling, wishing that I was upstairs and in Serena's place. Curled around her unconscious body in some ridiculous and sentimental notion to keep her safe.

"You put her in that bed. I doubt that even if you were to pull your head from your ass in some attempt at comfort to fix it, you would not be allowed in that room let alone any closer," Rebekah said with steel coating every single syllable of her words. Davina had collapsed into an armchair and looked up at me as if I were some mystifying puzzle.

"So let me get this straight," she said observing me, "You love her, figured out how old she was and left her, even though she's never once made you think she's a child when you were unaware. Then you both somehow wind up here and you find out she'd pregnant but instead of growing up and dealing with your issues you reject her again and again, and again. Did I miss anything? Why would you do that?" She seemed genuinely confused. Brown eyes clouded with incomprehension.

"Because he's a bloody wanker, that's why," Rebekah snarled just loud enough for the little witch to hear. I tried to take a calming breath for patience.

"You know green isn't really your colour Rebekah," I remarked, surprising myself with exactly how catty I was being. She just quirked a blonde brow in response.

"I'd rather not have to continue with it, but considering how cruelly you are denying everything I ever wanted and Niklaus's apparent greediness I'll simply have to endure," she sniffed standing and preparing to flounce melodramatically from the room, "And you forget the ball. If your aged memory can recall, I looked fabulous in green." She turned to walk away, and I looked away from her. Focusing on Davina.

"Yes, there was something that you missed," I said to her, "The binding spell that links Mina and our child to Sophie Devoux, and her willingness kill all three of them should we not deliver her what she wants. With your tale of the harvest ceremony it had quickly become apparent that would be you." Her face paled dramatically, and I could see her flight or fight response about to kick in. "I think if you are to stay here, I believe that we will need your assistance with a little unlinking spell," I continued. A pillow went flying at my head that I cause with ease.

"You ass, I thought that you were going to screw me over," she hissed with a hand over her heart. I smirked grimly at her when Finn's voice broke through our charmingly byplay.

"If you're going to be cruel, then go lick your wounds alone," he said sternly. I was going to retort but I heard something upstairs.

"Serena?" Mina rasped out, "I'm really getting sick of asking, but what the hell happened?"

"Your boyfriend is a miserable old bastard," the other blonde said sounding almost serene and so very unlike her, "That's what happened." Rebekah snickered at that, and the amused look on Finn's face made me want to hit him right in the face.

"Mina's up," Kol said joining us with a smirk.

"I'm not sure how long I can keep this up," Mina said wearily. A sharp intake of breath burst through my chest, as if the words cause some sort of physical injury. Unfortunately a dagger to the heart was less painful. The amusement faded from the faces of those around me, but I was far too lost straining my ears to hear the conversation upstairs.

"Want me to kick him?" Serena asked flatly, "Because I'll kick him. I'll kick him right in the balls for you." That sent a range of strained chuckles around the room, and a witch demanding to know what she said. The slightly savage grin she wore made me think of her as more of a feral cat than a stray teenaged witch. "Mina, Mina?" Serena was yelling, "Are you okay?" I rushed upstairs faster than any of my siblings, and burst open to see the Mina sitting up on the bed, wide eyed and slightly glazed over and looking far to pale.

"Something isn't right," she murmured, a hand on her shoulder. Then it was as if she was forcefully snapped out of her daze, eyes meeting mine in a blue bolt of barely masked terror. "Where's Sophie?" she said slowly, with her eyes flittering closed. I spun around to the worried looking witch standing a little way away.

"We're going to need an unbinding spell," I said to her harshly, "Now." She nodded shakily and stepped forwards, Kol took her hand and drew her out of the room.

"Stay?" Mina asked and it was quiet, and small sounding. The closest that I had heard her sound to a child in all the time I had known her. It, quiet honestly, frightened me. I opened my mouth to respond, but Serena had grabbed me by the jacket and jerked me out the room. Slamming the door shut behind us.

"I have never seen her like. That," she said hissing the last two words like they were a personal affront to her universe, "Stay with her. Stay with her or so help me, I swear." The way that the slivers of silver burned like stars in pools of inky blue, and the way that those eyes burned with rage and fury all directed solely at me made me feel… somehow… afraid.

"I plan on finding the people responsible for this, and ending them," I say softly, turning my eyes to the wood of the door, "I am sure you could keep her company while I insure their safety." All the energy and fight seemed to drain out from her as she looked at me, as if she could not comprehend what to do with me.

"I could, but she doesn't need me. She needs you, and one day – one day soon, the rest of us aren't going to be enough," she said slumping against the wall, "Get one of your siblings to do it, at least until whatever's going on isn't hurting her anymore." I wanted to, I wanted to stay with every fibre of my being, and when I realized that really, I did not have any other choice.

"I give you my word, I'll stay by her side until the enchantment has been lifted," I said, but still unable to focus on her face without the everyday sense of guilt tripling tremendously. When I re-entered the room Finn looked surprised, and a more than a little relieved that I had done so.

"I will call Nik, and we will take care of it," he said quietly and solemnly. I would not have to make sure either, because I could tell the second that he meant it, and if these people got to see even a single sunrise more after my brothers caught up with them, it would not be because of Finn. He sped off. I was left standing, looking down at the pale, fevered form of the person that I loved most, and I felt utterly miserable and useless. Before I could take another step Sophie crashed into the room, a bag full of stuff.

"I'm sorry, I didn't let them. They made me," she said in a rush. I turned, and glared at her as if she were the spawn of hell itself.

"What happened?" I bit out. True fear slathered itself over every inch of her, the kind that people usually only possessed when I was about to rip there heart from the chest…. If only she wasn't still linked to Mina.

"Agnes, she's an elder witch," she said hurriedly, "Sabine saw something about the baby, she's a drama queen and her predictions are very open to interpretation. She went and told the extremists."

"And what exactly is the view on this prediction?" Serena snapped irritated.

"That the baby will be the death of all witches," Sophie replied shivering, "Which obviously I don't believe. Anyway, Agnes used some sort of special dark object on me. They used it way back when, it heightens the blood temperature of expecting mothers until they miscarry. She stabbed me with it, and because I'm linked to Mina…" She looked frantic, guilt ridden, and sick as she spoke.

"She's going to lose the baby if something isn't done soon," Finn said bitting his bottom lip, "We need the spell to be broken."

"I can't do that, I need the leverage and… I couldn't, even if I wanted to because then Marcel would find me and execute me," she said looking down unable to meet anyone's eyes, "Just like Jane-Ann."

"We have a witch to unlink her from you, whether you like her or not and this one will not get caught," I said steadily, taking a seat on the bed. Mina managed to pull her fevered self so her head rested on my lap. I was unable to stop myself from scooping her up, and pulling her into my lap. I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in the blonde hair of her shivery form. "Davina spent the last few weeks getting quiet attached to Mina," I said watching her eyes dart up frantically.

"You know where Davina is?" she demanded with wide eyes.

"I'll not help you to complete the harvest ritual," I said to her, without taking my eyes off the woman… no, not woman, child, in my arms. I could not help want to punch a wall, as my will started to crumble just that little more.

"I didn't believe in it either, but I saw it. It was working, and if that works then they can all be resurrected," she said fervently, "My niece, Monique, can be resurrected."

"Mina," Serena spoke seriously enough for me to still, "Say the word, just ask and I'll…" However Mina cut her off, eyes opening in a cloudy blue sliver as she hummed in denial.

"Ace," she slurred in response.

"We have to get her temperature down, if Davina is going to have enough time to do the spell we are going to have to keep as stable as possible," Sophie said while I was left wondering about what I was missing. Ace? Perhaps they had a card up there sleeve, with no knowledge of exactly how much either of them are capable of I wouldn't know what to expect if they were backed into a corner. Some small part of me that I wasn't particularly listening to warned me of a sneaking suspicion that they would both come up swinging elbows. Shame that I was to terrified to pay the proper amount of attention that a thought with that magnitude of forewarning deserved. Later, I would regret that.


Not sure about this chapter, but I'll add it anyway. How long do you think that Sophie and Davina can walk about the same house without them bumping into each other?