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Chapter Eleven

I wake groggy, thirsty, and starving in the cemetery. My brain shudders as it kicks back into high gear and I remember what was happening before I blacked out. There is no sign of Hope, Aaron, or the attacking witches.

I touch my head to confirm my wound is gone. There are two rips in my shirt on my lower back – they're no doubt stained with blood, but the wounds are gone.

I have no idea how long I've been out. An hour at least, possibly two with the injuries I had. I need to find Hope and Aaron, to put a stop to whatever those witches have planned – I have promises to keep.

I'm not entirely sure how I'll keep my promises, but I'm decent at improvising. First though, I pick up Aaron's wolf and tuck the necklace in my pocket. Then I turn to go find Blane. I don't know enough about witchcraft to use that power, but surely he can teach me a few daimon tricks that I can use to rescue my siblings. I'll just have to heal him first, if he hasn't already healed himself.

Only Blane is nowhere in sight. Marcel, however, is standing next to the crypt where I was born and he is not alone.

There are two blonde-haired siblings with him – one vampire; the other a vampire and wolf, a hybrid. I'm getting better at telling the supernatural a part, one tiny hurray. The siblings aren't not shocked by my appearance, so I guess Marcel had warned them ahead of time.

The first sibling has Hope's eyes and I recognize him as her father, but not mine. He's a darker blonde with short, curly hair and is dressed comfortably in a dark shirt, jacket, and jeans. Except for his relationship with Hope, all of his bonds appear as strained, knotted messes in my sight.

The other sibling is a paler blonde and clearly Hope's aunt based on her looks and relationships with Hope's dad and Hope. She's dressed in black and blue and heels. She's also in love with Marcel and he with her, though dark gray mars their bond, telling me they've had rough patches.

These people are my family, though they don't know it. I long to tell them the truth and ask for their help, but there isn't time. It's not as if they're likely to believe me either without Hope here to back me. Besides its plain to me they've come in search of Hope and only Hope.

"Where is Faith?" Hope's dad demands, stalking closer to me; he has a British accent.

There's something old and dangerous about Hope's father and aunt. Her dad exudes a dark, vicious nature intent on frightening me into submission. I stand tall and look him in the eye, my rule about bullies still stands even in the face of the supernatural.

"Witches attacked us, they took Hope and Aaron."

The next thing I know I've been slammed against a crypt. Hope's dad is chocking me, hissing at me:

"Who did you betray my daughter to?"

"No one," I cough out.

I'm seeing black spots as I claw at his grip, but gain no relief. Marcel and the aunt are there, trying to pull him off me, but he is unmovable. He glares at me, not believing me – he will kill me.

I call fire to my hands, real fire, and press against his wrists. I burn him and he drops me – more in surprise than fear or pain. I collapse on the ground, coughing as I gobble up air in my bruised trachea. I begin to heal, but slower than normal as I'm already fairly drained.

"She's just a kid, Klaus," Marcel tries to protect me.

"Kol was right, you are one of those fire demons," Klaus pins me against the tomb, but doesn't choke me; "Played your little game of lost girl to get close to my daughter, then turned her over to the witches. Which coven are you working for? Because I promise you, they're not going to come back for you; they're not going to protect you. And when I am done with you, you will be begging for a fate as kind as death. Who has my daughter?"

"I don't know!" I rasp-shout at him; "I didn't lie about anything. Hope was helping me find my family. I was getting my answers when nine witches showed up. They attacked us. They tried to kill me and took Hope and Aaron. I had nothing to do with it; but if you don't believe me, then get out of my way. I am going to go after them and rescue my family!"

I shove Klaus back and he doesn't fight me. I am so glad he isn't my father. But then Hope's aunt blocks my path.

"I'm Rebekah," she introduces herself; "I'm willing to believe you, but you need to tell me exactly what happened and describe the witches you saw."

"Hope and I were preforming a spell," I start.

"See, she lies!" Klaus pushes Rebekah aside to glare his most threateningly at me.

"I am not! Now shut up and let me finish!" I shout at him and turn to Rebekah who looks as if she'd be amused if Hope weren't in danger.

"Hope and I were preforming a spell," I reiterate with a glare at Klaus; "Then a copper-haired witch attacked Blane, the man who was here who knew what I am. He went down and then the other witches appeared. They started chanting and their spell hurt Hope. She was screaming, covering her ears. It hurt Aaron too, but not me, so some else attacked me from behind and I went down."

I try to describe the other witches I saw, five women and four men in total. Klaus scoffs at my descriptions.

"Can you picture the witches in your mind?" Rebekah asks me and I nod; "Then do that and open your mind to me so that I can see them as well."

I close my eyes and picture the witches just as they came clear of the shadows. Rebekah stands before me, staring intently into my eyes. I feel a pressure in my head and know what I have to do. I imagine a door next to my picture and I turn the knob. On the other side of the door, Rebekah stands, and I let her in to see the witches.

My nose tickles as I feel a slight pressure behind my eyes. Then Rebekah curses and the feeling is gone. I lose the picture as I blink my eyes.

"It was Finn and his witches," Rebekah informs Klaus who also curses.

"How long ago did he take them?" Marcel asks me.

"I had a head wound and lost consciousness, so I'm not really sure, but a healing like that would take at least an hour."

More cursing from Klaus; he stalks about the crypts and sniffs.

"Even if he's cloaked, Davina and her coven should be able to break through it, you know his coven isn't that powerful," Marcel points out.

"Davina would never help me," Klaus argues.

"But she'll do this to protect Hope," Rebekah reminds him.

"Go," Klaus tells Marcel; "Ask her. Rebekah and I will track down Elijah and Hayley. We'll gather the troops and march on his front door. If Finn wants a bloody war, then I'll give him one."

"What can I do?" I ask.

"You've done enough," Klaus snaps.

I'm really getting sick of his attitude. The idea of slapping him is becoming more and more appealing each second that passes. I totally understand why majority of his relationships are so strained if he acts like this all the time.

"This isn't a fight for a child," Rebekah patronizes me, so I glare at her.

"Go back to Leo," Marcel tries to order me; "He'll keep you safe. Once this is settled and Hope is safe, we'll deal with your situation."

Then the three of them super speed away and I glare at where they were.

Between Marcel's order and Kol and Klaus's reactions, I don't think I want to find out how they'll deal with "my situation." Obviously they've encountered daimons in the past and their dealings haven't gone well, or something equally ominous.

I'm not going to let them stop me. I made a promise to Hope that I'd keep her safe; I've failed her so far. Helping to save her is the only way I can make that up. As for Aaron, I have to get his necklace back to him. Mostly though, they are my family, my brother and sister, and that is all the reason I need.

I don't care who Klaus, Rebekah, and Marcel think they are; they aren't in charge of me, family or not. I'm going to find Hope and Aaron on my own and I'll save them alone if I have to. I'll save Blane too, if the witches have him.

My mind made up, I start to leave the cemetery. Then I hear Blane cough.