AN1.:/ First off I want to say thank you to those of you who have read so far. Special shoutouts to xXxAngelStormxXx and ScarletRose, Scooter121, chhavi, Savily, ilaria! My faithful reviewers. You guys mean so much :) Truly! Any ideas send them my way and they might make their way in if it fits into the direction I want the story to go! Anyway I'm putting this first note here because this is where I strongly urge that readers look at the rating. Though I feel that some of the content is in its confinds some of it is borderlining the next step up. Ladies and gentlemen the rating will be going up with time. Steadily of course but it will be going up. It's just how the story is going to go. With that said, onward!
Freya holds disdain for her younger half-brother. He is as powerful as he is weak, and yet here she is years after he had murdered their father. Freya's not blind, she knows that Niklaus is just as lost as in father's love as he is in hers and yet... she's here. She holds the biggest resentment for him. Taking away the one thing in her life she kept fighting to see again. Stupidly selfish in his own gain for power, he put his needs before his family. Then again, it was in the protection of his family and Freya would be mendacious if she were to say that she didn't care for Hope's well-being. The girl has, and always will be, her start over into caring for another. A chance missed for her and her would be offspring. And like Rebekah (the girl Freya has also grown fond of) has said time and time again, the family's expression is: Always and Forever. Like true Originals, no matter what the breed. Vampire. Werewolf. Witch. Hybrid. Tribrid. It does not matter, what does is family. Family Above All as Elijah so eloquently puts it. For that Freya will choose to agree with. Even if she doesn't believe in her monstrous kingly brother.
Finishing with stacking the dishes in their rightful cabinet, Freya heard a cell phone buzz on the table. Turning towards the laughs that were admitting from the family room as everyone sat around playing board games, the thing they have been doing for the past week, Freya glanced at the buzzing phone again. Not wanting to disturb them, the eldest Mikaelson dried off her hands and walked over to pick up the cell. Noting the purple casing, Freya unlocked Hayley's phone screen only to have it filled with texts.
Unknown: The plan has been set in motion.
When the time is right, strike! We will not wait for your phase to finish.
If failure is to happen, do not contact in hopes of survival.
You are expendable to us.
Suspicious and confused by such a conversation, Freya cautiously glanced at the doorway that lead from the kitchen to the family room. The wolf girl had been on edge these past couple of days and for what reason no one could pin point. From what she kept up with through Elijah, the wolf faction of New Orleans had been placid this past year. One may even say that it was showing signs of progression and peace towards the vampiric community and while Niklaus may choose to place that triumph on himself, in being that his hybrids have brought each faction closer in working with one another, the witch faction felt an unease. Freya, Davina, Kol, and even Rebekah, who had tapped into her witch heritage at one point, had cautiously spoken to one another this feeling in the night but could not for the best of them pinpoint where this uncertainty was originating from. Now Freya was positive it was from the wolves.
For all intensive purposes Hayley was a good mother. She listened to her daughter, didn't back down from a disagreement with Hope's father about their take on Hope's actions and how they should discipline the young girl (though such instances were far few to none), and often was very good at managing time with being both an Alpha of the werewolf faction and a mother to one of the most powerful supernatural creatures in the world. Still that didn't explain Hayley's demeanor as of late. Freya was not the only one who could sense the change in her attitude, the others could see it as well. Hayley was snappy and irritated over the simplest things as of late. Almost as if she was...
Staring down at the cell in her hand Freya did the one thing that every Mikaelson was prone to doing. She played the game. Typing a response on the phone Freya was eager to the answer.
You: Everything should go as according to plan.
Nothing is to come undone. I won't disappoint.
Waiting for a response Freya might have felt a bit guilt had she not instilled upon herself the meaning of protection, whether for yourself or for those you may (it is a loose term for this family but she has grown quiet close to learning how to love again with her siblings) care about. Then it happened.
Unknown: Good. You will be rewarded for your deeds as promised if everything falls into place.
You: I trust you WILL hold up your end of the bargain?
Unknown: Right down to the last Petrova.
At this sentence, Freya couldn't help but scrunch her eyebrows in confusion. The word it was so foreign and yet familiar. It felt like as a witch she should have an inkling of what the word means to her but as a Mikaelson the word Petrova she felt almost as if that she had staked claim into whatever it meant. Like it was bound to this family for reasons far beyond her life in captivity. Deleting these last few messages Freya set the phone down in the position on the table it had been in before right when Hayley walked in.
"Is this yours?" Freya asked the girl with a convincing innocent smile.
Hayley rolled her eyes and tsked at herself. "There it is." She grabbed it from the blond witch's hand. "I had just went to my pocket to check what time it was. Almost had a heart attack when I found it wasn't there." Freya could see her lying through her teeth and to anyone who hadn't been familiar to this family or it's yearly situations might have been fooled.
Freya eyed the girl as she unlocked her phone and scanned through it. "Expecting something important?" The Mikaelson threw out the lure with a curiousness that she had perfected in scamming.
"Hmm?" Hayley hummed, finally locking her phone again and sliding it in her pocket. "No," She shrugged with a wave of her hand. "Just hoping the wolves that are on patrol tonight don't whine about missing all the action." The brunette playfully laughed. "They've grown to really enjoy seeing Hope again." And with that the werewolf girl walked back to the living room. Freya with narrow eyes soon followed.
"Something's wrong." Bastian stated to no one in particular as he looked up and stared blankly ahead. Tatia had been listening intently on the conversation behind her involving Kat and Mr. McJawline, until she felt somethings sounded personal and now she was watching the guy, who could easily pass for the next rendition of Norman Bates, with a raised eyebrow. "We're rearranging seats." he told her with a straight face. "Now!" Bastian commanded, glaring at the two tense vampires that were in a stand off of there own.
"While I am not inclined to taking orders from a mere child," Elijah told them, not bothering to take his eyes off Kat (whether he was going to kill her, kiss her, eat her, or all three, because it really depended on who was watching and how they were perceiving it) "I do think it would do Katherine some good if we departed for some air." He said standing up, ready to switch seats with Kol to sit with Davina.
"It's Katerina." Kat whispered with mirth, feeling as though the first time he said her full name was on instinctual habit and now using this past alias was out of spite.
Elijah swiveled his head in alarm back at her, right as Kol was standing to move. "Pardon me?"
"My name." Kat dared with fire in her eyes, giving Elijah a face that said loathing. "It's Ekaterina."
"Здравейте*," Klaus came strutting towards the now empty seat next to Kat with his own face that said he was going to gobble her up and spit out the bones only to crunch them into dust. "Ekaterina." He said so smugly. And suddenly Tatia had never seen Kat so fearful and helpless.
"Oh no!" Tatia protested, grabbing Kat's arm for some reassurance. "You're sitting with me!"
"Actually," Bastian smoothly grabbed Kat's other arm in an even firmer hold. "You're sitting with me." He told the both of them but gave Klaus a challenge through his eyes. "I rather like having one of my consolation prizes within my vicinity. Keeps me at ease, don't you think?"
Kat now wondering how she could find Mister Unstable the lesser of two evils gave in. "Right..."
Tatia nearly growled in frustration as she moved herself over to now occupy the seat that Kat had previously been sitting in. Not bothering to hide the little shove she sent to Klaus' shoulder as she sat down, dramatically huffing. The seating arrangement on the plane was now as followed: Kol at the window seat on the left with Rebekah at the isle seat. Bastian across from them on the right with Kat trapped inward. Tatia behind Kol sitting directly next to Klaus. Davina in the isle seat on the right with Elijah behind Kat. It was going to be a long ride.
Tatia was inconveniently struck with an itch. Sneaking a peek at her new seating partner, the girl groaned internally at having to ask him for something. "You draw?" Tatia uncertainly forced herself to feign kindness into her voice as she saw the notepad on his lap, while he sketched with his charcoal pencil.
"I create." He grunted, seeming to have no tolerance for "the charade" as he had come to think of her as. Why, Tatia had know idea but she was getting sick and tired of being the naïve child in this power play.
Tatia didn't even try and hide her obvious distaste for him this time. "May I borrow a piece of paper?"
He finally set down his pencil and held an amused expression with a raised eyebrow. "Come again?" Klaus asked innocently though how a beast like him could be innocent, Tatia didn't know.
"May I have a piece of paper, please?" Tatia ground out with her mouth clenched tight in a faux smile.
The blond dimpled man just chuckled before tearing a piece out of his sketch book. "Might as well, it's not like you'll be of anymore use for much longer. I hope you use it wisely. Last words and all can come out a bit rushed. Wouldn't want you to say something unworthy of your small and insignificant history." He smirked at her with triumph.
Dick. Scoffing, Tatia snatched the paper from his hand and began to write on the paper. "Speaking of insignificant," Tatia bluffed, she actually found his art uncharacteristically life like and the most breathtakingly beautiful landscape she could have imagined. Not that he needed to know that. "What makes that place so special?"
Klaus felt he might as well humor the little rouse. It's not like he had any intention of letting Elena live for creating a more than similar replica of the woman who captured his intrigue. "What makes your scripture so special?" He taunted back.
Tatia narrowed her eyes. "Curiosity killed the cat."
Klaus paused for a second seeing the opening. "Doesn't it though?" He said, grinningly indicating with his eyes to the tense Kat.
Looking away with a calm demeanor, Tatia went back to writing on her paper. "Threaten my family again...and I'll kill you."
Klaus leaned in to whisper venomously in Tatia's ear. "Remember Love, you may like to win but I always win." Suddenly he was stopped by what she had been writing on her paper. "What's this?" Now completely thrown off by what was before his eyes.
Grabbing the paper out of her grasp, Tatia was none too happy. "Hey!"
Digesting it intently, Klaus read what was on the paper. Moving his deadly eyes back to her, he glared back. "Do you know what this means?"
Tatia rolled her eyes. "It's just some silly little poem my parents used to sing to me when I was stressed as a kid. I don't even know what it means." She crossed her arms in a huff. "It helps me when I write it down."
Klaus studied the parchment some more. He'd be amazed to say that this figment of one of his ghost's had any knowledge of a language only spoken by some of the villagers around his area but the fact that she was lying about it made him unsteady. That's something that Klaus hates to be. Though she was lying about how her parents would tell her the poem she wasn't lying about how it calms her down or how she couldn't even fathom what the meaning was. It was a dead and old language, one that hadn't been spoken for years. He'd have to consolidate with his family on this issue but... "The translation is simple." He told her calmly. "They run with the pool of the water eyes questing for their right. Under the stars the heat will consume the one who chants the other who talks to blood pool. The sun will be born and all will have died down. And onward to love they go." Klaus' eyebrows furrowed with peculiarity.
"What?" Tatia asked never once really knowing what the song means saw his hesitation at some of what he was reading.
"The words pool and sun, in this language pool can also be mistaken or switched out for pull. Identical to the diction of sun and son. That itself can change the whole of this song completely." Klaus told her not exactly grateful for this bit of information bestowed upon him.
"What's the language?" Tatia wondered aloud.
Breaking his trance, Klaus folded the paper and stuffed it on the inner pocket of his jacket. "Before your time, I'm afraid." Klaus smirked. "I think I shall hold this for safe keeping."
Tatia pouted and went to staring out the window. Not noticing the distressed signal that Kol, Rebekah, and Elijah were throwing at Klaus as the airplane descended.
While Hemming was supposed to be waiting for Kem and Orion to finish the location spell, the young (or old soul he presumed in his case) man sat on the floor of the basement and just watched their latest finds. He was both deeply intrigued and disgusted by the two teens before him. While Kem had insisted that the Petrova lined girl find her own way back, Orion argued that they would need to pull out all the stops if they were to have their plan run smoothly. And even if Hemming wasn't against the idea of allowing such bumps in the road to be kept under their supervision it's not as if Hemming was jumping for joy.
The girl was an astonishment. He's surprised that Kem had wanted her to fend for herself in the first place but perhaps that was the way of his kind or maybe his unconditional responsibilities hadn't caught up with the witch yet. Hemming could tell that the sorcerer was just as amazed as the rest of them at the likeliness of their targets being similar to these children. For all it's worth, the girl probably was every bit as Kem as she seems to display with Hemming's ex-lover's shadow child... and then their was the boy.
With every bit the the female offspring held the features of her mother, the male displayed only mirror characteristics of himself. There were some differences. Those big brown doe eyes were a dead giveaway but nothing else seemed to standout. Granted Hemming had yet to get a feel for the younger man's personality and yet he knew that he'd be met with one that he wasn't all that prepared for. Hemming wasn't going to like this child. He's going to look the part of the mighty beast but hold the conduct of an empathetic soul. With the girl, from what the stories have told, Nadia was a glimmer of what Kem's desire had become: Katherine Pierce, ruthless, heartless, selfish, and greedy.
No, Nadia was a mere replica of a split personality of the doppelganger. Kem would even argue with him that she's her own person, because in his eyes Katherine Pierce doesn't exist, so the woman that Nadia imitates is a farce to begin with. Hemming laughs at that analogy. If Katherine Pierce is a guise then are the deceased she used and sacrifices also playing dead and are the (exaggerated surely but Hemming always wondered from his experience with the Original Doppelganger) hundreds upon thousands of lovers she took just pretending that they had been with her? Hemming is none too sure.
Watching the children breathe in and out while unconscious, Hemming decided that when this was all over he would do better. Maybe this time not just for himself.
"AAHH!" Amara woke with a blood curling scream only to find Elena rushing to her aid.
"Amara, Amara," Elena tried to calm her younger sister down soothingly. "It's me, it's Elena."
Hyperventilating heavily, Amara did the best she could to bring her heart rate back to normal. "Elena?" Her sister nodded furiously. It was then that Amara noticed the two other members to their little party. "Elena we need to get out of here." She whispered as urgently as she could.
"Forget that." Elias spoke. "You're much more of an asset here with us."
"No you don't understand," Amara tried to explain. "I..." Suddenly, what had plagued her mind beforehand had slipped away like rain water upon leaves.
Louis threw some more appropriate clothes at her other than her costume. How he obtained such things she was too afraid to ask. "Get dressed. We need to move." He commanded before both him and Elias took their leave.
Doing as she was told, Amara drew within herself trying to remember what it was that she had been struck with grief earlier. Deciding to shrug it off, Amara couldn't help but feel little whispers in the back of her mind telling her that she was going the wrong way.
Getting back on ground, Bastian watched as the two girls he was to keep in his hold until he met up with the rest of his pack, whispered to one another. Bastian was not startled when both Klaus and Elijah came to trot beside him.
"Elijah, don't you think it rude of our host to take us on a wild goose chase and not divulge the details of where he conceives we are going?" Klaus mused ever so condescendingly.
"You are quite right, Niklaus," Elijah agreed with only the slightest amount of hesitation. "It would seem our young guide may be in a bit of a conundrum as to where our ending point is as well."
Bastian grunted. "I know where I'm going." He glared to the left at the two who should be beneath him. "I also know when I'm being taken as a fool."
"Well pardon me for being forthright," Klaus spoke with venom. "It just seems that with all your talk of keeping these mirages safe," He referred to the girls. "You appear to have the audacity to tell them where we are headed and not us, the ones you should really be on the lookout for."
Bastian smirked, catching the Hybrid in a fault. "I didn't tell them where we headed. They just know the way."
Elijah raised an eyebrow at this. "Perhaps I missed a conversation during the plane ride but exactly how is that possible?"
Bastian wasn't sure what he could and couldn't tell to the Mikaelson family. Not that he wanted to anyway, he shouldn't even be wasting his time with them. However, Kol mentioned something that may lead to Bastian's benefit in the near future and if there was anything Bastian was, it was a bastard through and through. "The pull of the Petrova's," Bastian rolled his eyes at Klaus's less than secretive scoff and Elijah's obvious distaste written on his face. "Is something that inadvertently happens and usually is at it's strongest in times of great dissemblance. Why do you think Katherine Pierce chose to wait so long to reveal herself to her Doppelganger?" Bastian didn't miss the quick glance over her shoulder that one of the Petrova girls threw, no doubt it was Kat but the fact that she sent the look to Elijah really had Bastian chuckling on the inside. This could be put to great use. "It wasn't that the Salvatores were back in town or that you were so close to catching her in your little game of cat and mouse. She had her Doppelganger's whereabouts the moment Isobel spawned her, you can be sure of that. Pierce had her pegged the second she could." Bastian the both of them. "It was time. And in battle timing is everything."
Klaus was intrigued by this statement. "Are you a man of war, Bastian?"
Bastian waited a beat to answer. Truly no one had ever asked him such a question because it was something that others just always expected. He was unlike his brethren, in that he didn't have a goal in mind such as Louis and he didn't do it just to find purpose like Elias. He just liked it. The thrill of the kill. The obscenity of it all and how everything could fall out of place just because he could make it so. Blood was something he reveled in. Finally Bastian answered back. "I am a man of destruction, death, disturbance in tranquility, disillusion, and chaos. War is just an added bonus."
And for once since this journey began, Klaus and Bastian shared a small devilish smile.
Enzo and Caroline walked through the market square as the town was getting ready for the Founder's Ball.
"What do you think?" Caroline held out a tussle of flowers to the one guy who seemed to hide his best intentions with a mask of self worth. "Peonies or lilacs?" the blond vampire said cheerfully.
Enzo resisted the urge to roll his eyes, deciding to continue strolling down the street instead as Caroline paid for both hurriedly. Once she caught up, Enzo tried not to stare as she breathed in the scent of the flower bouquet. "I don't see why you bring me with you to these things." He told her, choosing to look away from the girl's strange fascination. "I couldn't tell a lily bud from a crumpet."
Caroline hummed rearranging the flowers to how she wanted to see them on the guest tables. "What is a crumpet anyway?"
Enzo sighed, checking his phone for the millionth time today, it did not go unnoticed by Caroline. "So...who you going to bring?" Caroline singsonged as they stopped along the square. Enzo lazily leaned on one of the displays that the founder's committee set up in leading up to the ball.
"Gorgeous, what made you think that balls were my scene?" Enzo panderized, knowing full well that she knew he knew that once she gave him that pouting face he'd (begrudgingly) be forced into going. It was inevitable.
Caroline smiled innocently, though with the time of knowing her Enzo was certain that she was anything but with that Barbie girl way of hers. "I just figured after years worth of solitude, you might want to, oh I don't know, get to know people."
Enzo chuckled with no heart. "Yes, well correct me if I'm wrong Gorgeous, but the last time I got to know someone your dearly beloved Stefan got in the way and I had to trick her to stay away from this life and leave town."
Caroline's face faltered a little at the mention of Sarah. "That's not what I meant."
Enzo's dry laugh was full of sarcasm as was his nature. "Sure it is!" Looking deeply at the girl who seemed to give him hope again, Enzo became serious. "When are you going to learn, Caroline? The children born out of blood and destined for damnation don't get there happy endings. We were whelped out of a torturous existence only to have ourselves become our own masochists, fighting the hunger to lay waste to others, making us the torturers once more. It's a deadly wheel and on and on it spins." He sighed deeply. "We never get what we want."
This left a bad taste in Caroline's mouth. Her face scrunched in disagreement but she could understand where he's coming from. "That's not the way I see it."
Enzo smiled kindly this time. "Well you are the exception, aren't you?" Getting serious again, he felt the small smile slip from his face as he watched the permanently 17 year old hum to herself. "You're going to have to leave this place soon." He stated. Avoiding his gaze, she held a frown as she kept rearranging. "I think we can both agree that you're not getting any older. You can't have it all Caroline, the boyfriend, the friends, the place where you grew up. Remember, we don't get happy endings."
"Yeah, well," Caroline huffed with frustration written all over her body. "some of us try and fight to deserve it!" Looking down at the phone in his hand, she saw as a message lit it up. Upon seeing the screen, Caroline noted his background picture was one of Sarah taking a picture, unaware of her own being taken. "You should really delete that." She motioned to his phone. "We don't get happy endings." she told him before stomping off.
"And where are you going?!" Enzo yelled after her, not bothering to want to deal with an already pissed off blond angel of death.
"To get ready! Don't wait up!" Caroline yelled back, choosing not to turn around. She was too angry with him to even stand to be next to the Brit, right now.
Letting out an angry grunt, Enzo rubbed the back of his neck with one hand as he noticed a message on his phone. Opening up the chat app, Enzo smirked into it.
TheOGTribrid: I'm on my way :)
Carefully thinking about what Caroline had said, Enzo moved to his pictures and settings and deleted Sarah's presence. Moving back to the conversation, he typed back.
AdrinkonBourbonStrt: Actually, I've got a better idea...
As Nina and Jeremy made it into Covington's town center, Nina couldn't help but notice that Jeremy was on a high of adrenaline. "He couldn't have gotten far." Nina stated to the frantic father as they walked through the blissfully unaware citizens.
"Obviously you don't know my son." Jeremy huffed, trying to manage his way through these people. "One time we lost him on Halloween. Want to know where he ended up? A warehouse in California! He was 7 and when we asked him how he got there he said he just walked." Jeremy explained. "I'm not saying that he's not gifted for a seer but..." Jeremy was at a loss of words for a second. "He's not ready to take on the world."
Nina nodded in agreement. "Are any of us are?"
Jeremy watched her out of the corner of his eye. "I would think growing up with Travelers would prepare you for anything."
Nina hesitate a bit but eventually she realized that for trust to be earned, trust had to be given. "I only was taken in by the Travelers when I turned twelve. They'd been watching over me since I was born but until then I had lived with my mother and older sister."
Taking a bus route map from a little kiosk set out on the corner, Jeremy felt the pull of kindred-ship from someone dealing with being a younger sibling in this messed up world. "What happened to them?"
Nina herself was taking in some pages of a magazine, trying not to let the disappointment and agony show on her face. "We lived in the city. Single Mom addicted to coke and men and a teenage sister hopping at the first chance to leave our dump, never looking back, not even for her baby sister." Putting down the magazine and pulling the map from Jeremy's hands, she studied it noting the dumbfound face that Jeremy was giving her. "My mom worked at a sleazy motel and I never really understood her job until years later but..." Nina shook her head, trying to blur out the images she once walked in on. "It's a good thing the girls grew up when and where they did. There's more monsters about than just the supernatural, especially when you have a pretty face like ours." Jeremy could see the insinuation that she was making but didn't want to think about the life she must have endured – what Elena could have endured had things not worked out between his parents, Uncle John, and Isobel. "I never really could grasp what it was that they wanted from me when waiting around from my mother. My sister, Collette, always got there just in time. Except once..." Nina took a deep breath, trying to remember what the initial conversation was about. "When Collee wasn't there to protect me anymore, my mother took notice of her boy toys taking notice of me. The back of her hand was her favorite weapon but I think it was her words that hurt me the most." Getting on the bus with the other Petrova, Jeremy listened intently. Finding some seats to sit down in, Nina went on. "My mother overdosed the night she found one of her clients fondling me. Hard liquor and too much coke isn't a good combo. I sat with her all until the morning and then the Travelers came and took me in. They educated me in both supernatural and schooling experiences. The Travelers have there own little community you see, but once you leave it for good...you can't ever remember where it is. Travelers find you first not the other way around. I grew up with a Victorian vampire to ingrain lady like skills, played sports with wolf packs to build defense and strength, played pranks and took strolls for a night on the town with a vampire who could switch from all business to mad hatter in the blink of an eye, and held court with the witches to understand the politics of where everything fits in this world. My life was already set to be what they wanted me to be before I even had a say in it." Nina told him with a shrug.
Jeremy thought of how she wasn't with the Travelers now. "So what changed?"
"I fell in love with the wrong man but right person." The Doppelganger said with certainty.
Jeremy chuckled at that statement. "Seems to be a habit for your kind." He pointed out. Nina smiled in seeing the more relaxed side to the hero. "So who was the right man wrong person for the Travelers? A hidden away Silas Doppelganger?"
Nina shook her head. "The Silas supporters were following Markos' lead. He...he wasn't well. Once part of the high counsel, the other Travelers saw Markos as a threat when he brought up the insinuation of Silas being the answer for ultimate power. He'd been hearing of all the havoc my daughters had been causing and wished to use it to his extent. Thinking that he could get away with it had he been drunk enough on his delusion, my betrothal's father trapped Silas in another dimension mirroring The Other Side. What we didn't know is that Markos had been gaining more erratic followers during his banishment and he had convinced them of his ideas. Persuading them from his mirror world that he was 1500 year old warlock bent on restoring order, making up some lie that other Travelers couldn't stay together for very long with fear of a natural disaster."
"I get the feeling that you guys step in when there are issues in the supernatural world." Jeremy speculated. "Mystic Falls had been in trouble plenty. Why didn't you step in? Even when the whole anti-Traveler thing went down."
Nina shrugged again. "Why did they perfect the Reincarnate Spell? The Travelers I used to run with love to test the limits of nature."
"Which brings us back to the question at hand." Jeremy pointed out. "Your husband...?"
Nina steeled her gaze at what she was about to say next. "My husband is an ex-Traveler, one of the most powerful in existence."
Jeremy saw the defense in her eyes. "What'd he do Nina?"
"He stole his best friend's wife."
Drix slid out into the middle of the road, feigning the deep wound in his side being the cause of his pain. It was enough to get the young couple he sensed were on their way to pull over. Most people thought they were still safe when the sun's rays were still beaming. How dare they think him less than dangerous. It was the beginning stages of dusk and the star of hope was still giving people something to believe in. Unfortunately dusk is a fox's best time to hunt; it's filled with shadows bigger than the prey.
"Oh my god!" The young girl exclaimed as she and her traveling partner got out of the truck.
"Are you okay man?!" The slightly older guy said as Drix spit up blood and had more pooling down his side and arm. The grand illusiounist that he was, was barely even trying. This was cake.
"What happened?!" The girl asked again as they tried to make him sit down on a nearby rock.
"I don't know." Drix gurgled out, making his performance worth it. "I was just taking shots of the landscape-" He cut himself off with coughing up some more ingested blood. "Sorry." He mumbled as the damned couple tried to comfort him. "Then all of the sudden, I was attacked by something."
"Oh man!" The guy seemed nervous about him and his girl being out here alone with a monster. Suckers. "We better call 911!"
Reaching his cell phone and dialing,, Drix chuckled in his head at the fact that they were definitely not from this area, otherwise they'd know that this was a dead zone ten miles back and five miles forward. "Anything?" Drix heaved with his acting abilities.
"Nothing." The poor guy looked sad.
"Mack," the girl said to the guy. Drix usually wasn't too fond of hearing his soon to be victims names. It reminded him of how when you name a pet you tended to want to keep it and become attached. Drix already had all the minions he needed in Lucifer's Army, not to mention his own personaly ability for stealing souls, why'd he need more. Still, maybe it would give him some fun for when he taunts them before ending their taboo lives. "Do you have the first aid kit in the back?"
"Yeah!" Mack exclaimed trying to find it in the trunk.
"Poor thing." The girl cooed. Drix hated coddling. "Where were you headed?"
"Nowhere, probably Pennsylvania." Drix thought on the spot on what type of state would be a good place to hide them.
The girl felt pity. Drix would kill her first. "Nowhere to go?" Drix just nodded his head. "Yeah, we got ran out of our home too."
"That place was never home Delainey." Mack huffed, bringing the kit to sit by them on the rocks.
"If you don't mind me asking," Drix made a bet with himself already. With the amount of angst and self conflict and joy (the annoying kind too) these two's souls were admitting Drix would say that they were either idiots running away from home or they're cousin's escaping their families judging eyes from their obvious incestuous relationship. Judging by the unyielding similarities between the two, Drix was going to go with the second option. "What made you leave?"
The two shared a look before Delainey smiled softly. "Some people just don't understand."
Drix's face turned into a cold smirk. Gotcha! "You know, in the times before this land, inbreeding wasn't too uncommon."
Whether they were shocked by how Drix found out or how he sounded less in pain and more 100% fine, he couldn't tell. Plunging his hand suddenly into Delainey's chest and squeezing her heart ever so slowly, Drix felt it fighting not to burst under pressure. Mack stood there paralyzed with fear. "You know at one point I even think Bex and Kol might have indulged in a little sin and a whole lot of temptation with one another." Drix smiled feeling her heart collapse with immense weight, but not before he started sucking in her soul. First she had been screaming using her lungs, now she was screaming using her spirituality. Severing the ties from her body and psyche was easy. It was not devouring her essence in whole that was the hard part. He felt the cool familiar breeze drop into the cavity of his own chest, burning it like the after buzz of whiskey, reawakening those who were still caged within the beast. Just as he was about to take it all in, he remembered to have the decency of self control, and stopped at last minute. Unclenching his hand, he let his hold on her now lifeless body drop to the paved road. With her bloodlood staining her porcelain skin from dripping below her crop top, arms out as if asking to be displayed on some higher power's alter, legs askew at an uncomfortable angle, and eyes open but no light shining through, Drix couldn't help but admire the sun's rays hitting this scene just right, so that her red droplets and pooling liquids glistened against the colors of fall leaves.
Turning his head slowly, Mack was still frozen with terror. Drix snapped his fingers and suddenly an echo of Delainey's dying blood curling scream was heard. Mack finally moved covering his ears, grinding his teeth with his set jaw, and shutting his eyes so tight they became red with hot tears. The corpse of Delainey slowly started moving to her feet with a devious lust proclaiming itself in her body language. "I'm full Delainey." Drix told her but she did not utter a word. "Give me something to laugh about."
Delainey lunged; Mack's blood curling scream echoed farther than thought.
AN2.:/ Alright! So far we've been doing a lot of building up but now it's time for the story to take the next step in its direction. Be ready for some action and some dark imagery. We've already seen a hint of it with this chapter but be ready for some supernatural voodoo! Whoohoo! I brought Freya into the mix *crowds applaud at such a high risk of bringing in a character where they are hardly known in the canon series* haha I know, I know, I've got guts ;) No but seriously Freya is a challenge to write but the way I see it she's a mixture of Rebekah and Finn (the Original Finn and some of Finn in The Originals). She's getting suspicious of Hayley and I am too...Whatcha up to wolf girl? And who with? We were handed a bit of Klautia hints but mostly so far bitter resentment and mocking on Klaus' end and challenging sparks on Tatia's. Klaus was a different person wooing Tatia the first time around and even then she chose his brother. What makes you think that they're going to be instant nostalgic with one another. I mean the girl still doesn't even know who she is! Mwuhaha! Sorry :) Hemming is explored more with his dynamic on how he sees the result of his actions as well as Kem's (Orion will not have anything to ponder over...yet!) and how things might be when everything is through just by looking at what is. It's interesting to me that Hemming is more of a wonderer than a wanderer but maybe that's what these kids need! Amara has finally woken up with a warning. Too bad she can't remember it (Next time she won't be so lucky). She's stuck in the middle of nowhere in Virgina following the lead of two trained killers with her sister. Sounds like a regular day to me. Although did you catch what I did there at the end of her scene transition? Maybe Amara's not the sane one after all. Could something be trying to break through to you, Amara? We see some brotherly bonding elsewhere but it's very faint and subtle. Too bad Klaus and Elijah are unaware of who Bastian truly is. I wonder what it is that Kol had offered Bastian in order to make the little killer put his quest for revenge aside and work with the Original gang? Also did anyone notice where Marcel went? He disappeared at some point surely before they all got on the plane. But where did he go? Hmmm... Oh well. ENZO my baby! Welcome aboard this train wreck of a hot mess story I hope you're ready for a wild ride because it's going to be hell. Oh and Caroline welcome back great to have with us. Getting ready I see. Caroline for a ball and Enzo for a- haha right well Enzo I hope you're equipped with both health and life insurance. You're going to need it! Nina shares a little of her past with Jeremy and the hunter gets a feel for where her loyalties lay. Umm, does she even know the answer to that, Jer? Yeah didn't think so. Finally we see it. One of the several abilities that Drix has. Soul snatching! I hope you guys have your popcorn ready because things are about to get messy. Drix has an army and Lucifer's Army. Also what do you think Drix's followers become once their souls are sucked out of them? It's about to go down! Reviews are awesome and so are you so tell me what you think!
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*Hello. - Basically the first thing that Klaus said to Katherine in TVD and boy was she scared!