I rubbed my eyes sleepy as I stepped out of my bedroom. I closed the door after me and walked down the hallway. I spotted Hayley sitting on the landing so I walked over to her, "Hey Hayley."
She looked up at me and send me a smile which I returned. "Slept okay?" She asked and I nodded. "What about you?" I asked. "I slept for like an hour or three," She replied.
"You okay?" I asked with concerned. "Yeah," She replied and smiled again. "Your Aunt's here." After she said that, I grinned and looked down the stairs. I glanced back at Hayley and she chuckled, nodding for me to go. I smiled and ran down the stairs.
I rushed to the hallway as I heard Aunt Rebekah sighing, "Now where is Elijah?" I grinned, "Aunt Becky!" She turned around and smiled at me as I ran over to her. "Hello, sweetie," She greeted as we hugged each other tightly.
"I've missed you so much. What are you doing here?" I asked, smiling as we pulled away from the hug. She wrapped her arm around my shoulder as she said, "I've missed you too, sweetie, and I was looking for your Uncle." She glanced at Dad, who was sitting on a small couch and he shrugged.
Dad's phone started buzzing and he pulled it out. He checked it and stood up, "Dad, where are you going?" I asked and he kissed my forehead. "Well, love, it appears the night is not quite over, yet," He explained. "I'm off for another drink with Marcel."
"Elijah told me about your plan to take apart Marcel's empire piece by piece. I don't remember it involving you two drinking New Orleans dry together," Aunt Rebekah said.
"I know you don't have many friends, Rebekah, but what some friends do when they get together is they drink. And when they drink, they tell secrets. Marcel has somehow found a way to control the entirety of witches in the Quarter, and I aim to uncover the 'how' so I might take it for myself," Dad said. "Finding Elijah didn't make my to-do list today."
Dad walked to the door and opened it. He looked at Aunt Rebekah, "Oh, and welcome home, little sister." With that he closed the door after him.
Aunt Rebekah turned on her spot and she wrapped her arm around me again and looked up. I looked up as well and saw that Hayley was still there, sitting on the landing above.
"Dawnie, wolf girl," Aunt Rebekah started. "I'm going to search this house inch by inch until I find what my evil brother has done to my good one. You two are helping." She walked off and Hayley and I followed her.
We walked down a spiral staircase. "The governor had lots of secret rooms. I'll show you his favorite," Aunt Rebekah said. We got in a dusty, cobwebbed cellar room. We saw coffins there. Hayley and I exchanged shocking looks before looking back, "You think Klaus killed him," Hayley said.
"We can't be killed, silly girl. That doesn't stop Klaus from finding ways to torture us. He has a set of mystical silver daggers. One in the heart sends us into a deep slumber. Klaus gets his jollies from keeping us in a box, until he decides to pull the dagger out. That must be what he's done to Elijah," Aunt Rebekah said. We looked at a brown coffin, "This one's mine."
"He keeps your coffin on standby," I said, disbelief. Hayley put her hand on my shoulder. "Your father likes to be prepared for when the family members inevitably disappoint him," Aunt Rebekah explained to me. "Elijah's isn't here - he must've stashed him elsewhere."
"I feel sick," Hayley muttered. "Welcome to the family, love. You should've run the second you realized Elijah was gone," Aunt Rebekah said. "Yeah, well, the witches have put some sort of hex on me. As long as I'm carrying this baby, I can't leave New Orleans. If I do, they kill me," Hayley said.
"Well, knowing Klaus, he's planning a box for you the second you give birth to whatever's cooking in your tum. I'm leaving as soon as I find Elijah. Being daggered in a box for decades sucks, trust me. You'd best find a way to break that hex and run," Aunt Rebekah said.
She walked pass us and left. I glanced at Hayley and put my hand on her shoulder, "Come on, let's get out of here."
She let out a small sigh as in relief and nodded. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her with me back up the stairs, leading her back up to the house. Aunt Rebekah walked back into the house with her luggage and smiled at us, "Now, where is my room?"
I shrugged, "Um . . . You choose?" I said. She grinned, "Great, let's go then," She said, walking pass us to the upstairs. I glanced at Hayley, "She's not like this so much," I informed her and she gave a small nod, "I've noticed she's much nicer towards her niece," She said, smirking slightly.
I nodded a little, "Thanks," I muttered and she let out a small laugh before I followed my Aunt up the stairs.