Okay, here's part 2!
Madelina and Dahlia disappeared from the bayou and in what looked like an abandoned building. Madelina pulled away and struggled but Dahlia kept a firm grip, paying her no mind. The young girl was still in her torn up black dress and her hair was in every which way. She was also very scared. She had seen so many visions of the woman named Dahlia and she knew what the old witch was capable of.
And it was pretty bad.
Dhalia pulled Madelina along and into the building, knowing that the girl could escape out of the handcuffs at any given moment. Dahlia knew this, but she wasn't sure that Madelina did.
When the old witch got tired of listening to Madelina's struggles, she rolled her eyes and pulled Madelina close, bending down slightly so that she was at her eye level. Madelina looked up at her, frightened.
"Madelina," Dahlia said in that calm and raspy voice of hers. "I would suggest to stop fighting me. We're going to be together for a long time and I would rather not start off our eternity with fighting."
Madelina's eyes widened even more, her bottom lip trembling in fear. The old witch smiled wickedly once more and dragged the child into the center of the building, beginning the spell by throwing down something that created a circle around the two. Dahlia then threw Madelina to the ground, shackles still around her wrist. The girl tried to escape the circle but found that she couldn't.
"You cannot leave, my child," Dahlia said and Madelina whirled to face her. "Soon, we will be one, and you will no longer have to put up with those people you call family."
Madelina probably looked confused because the old witch clarified, coming closer to the little girl with every few words. "Your father and his siblings are poison for you, dear," she said, picking at Madelina's doubts of her father's loyalty to her. "They will turn you into something terrible. A monster placed on this earth. But if you come with me, you will not be afraid of yourself. You will not have to feed on human blood. You could simply be a witch."
This caught Madelina's attention. She looked up at Dahlia and spoke, her voice raspy from staying in her wolf form for so long, "What?"
Dahlia smiled slightly, seeing that she had caught the girl's undivided attention. "What I mean is," she said. "Once we are connected and your magic becomes mine as well, I will have enough power to take your pain away." She bent down in front of Madelina, closer then the little girl thought she should be, but she was captivated by what Dahlia was saying. "You wouldn't have to hurt anyone. You wouldn't be angry. You wouldn't have to feel anymore bloodlust if you come with me. We will be our own little family, you and I, and I will teach you control."
Madelina was silenced. She had no idea what to say to that. Dahlia's proposition was enticing, something that Madelina wanted badly. She didn't want to be a vampire, or a werewolf. She just wanted to be a witch like before, bringing flowers back to life as she sang to the animals around her. She wanted that back.
But could she give up what she had gained? Sure, she was still a little anxious around her family members, especially when she thought her father considered giving her to Dahlia, but when they showed up in the bayou earlier, stating that they had been looking for her, she couldn't help but long to go to them. She had missed them in her time as a werewolf, and with her mother being alive once again, she wasn't sure that she could leave the Mikaelsons for Dahlia.
The old witch saw that Madelina was contemplating her decision and smiled kindly, so different from the wicked grin earlier. "Come with me, child," Dahlia said softly, meeting Madelina's blue eyes. "We can go anywhere you desire. You can be happy again."
Madelina was just opening her mouth to respond when another voice interrupted her, "I rather object to that promise."
The little girl whirled her head to see her father, Elijah, and Freya standing there. Madelina was confused of where Rebekah or Mommy was, but she didn't say anything. Her father had just spoken and was glaring at Dahlia. Madelina looked at her family in shock, blinking away the words that Dahlia had said to her just a few moments ago. She was also surprised that they had managed to find her so quickly.
Dahlia stood up, turning to face the siblings and walking away from Madelina's dirty form.
"I'm surprised you came," Dahlia said, directing the statement to Freya. "Seeing as you're so much more easier to kill then the others."
Madelina eyes widened as Dahlia's hand began extending. "Wait!" She yelled, a shackled hand raising toward Dahlia as she succefully diverted everyone's attention to the girl, especially her great-aunt's.
Once she knew that Dahlia wouldn't attack Freya, she dropped her hand and stepped a little toward the dark eyed woman, twiddling with her fingers nervously. "You want me to go with you?" She asked to the older woman as her family looked on with concern and interest. Dahlia nodded silently, also wondering as well as everyone what Madelina was thinking.
Madelina nodded as well after Dahlia did so and took a deep breath. "Okay," she said. "I will go with you, but only if you don't hurt them," she finished with a pounding heart as she gestured to her recently found family.
"Madelina stop!" Freya cried out as Dahlia turned to the little girl with a smile.
"I will not hurt them," she said.
Madelina's face hardened. "Give me your word," she replied, knowing that statements like that meant nothing.
Dahlia's lip quirked up at the child's intelligence and nodded again. "I give you my word," she replied.
"Madelina, you do not have to do such a thing," Elijah stepped forward, catching her blue eyes in his dark ones. She smiled sadly in response and nearly shrugged.
"Well I highly disagree to this deal," Klaus growled out, looking at Dahlia with hatred.
"It is not your choice to make," Dahlia replied with a stony voice.
"Bloody hell it is!" Klaus yelled, losing his temper. "I'm her father! I'm her family! That makes it my choice!"
Madelina looked on as her father defended her, something that for the last few days, she thought very unlikely of him, considering her doubts. But those doubts were long gone, showing her the very drastic mistake she had made by leaving the compound.
Dahlia laughed at his shouting. "Please!" She replied, exasperated. "You have not been in this child's life for a month and you have already ruined it. Ruined her," she said as Madelina looked away from her family's gaze. "If you remain in her life, you will do nothing but destroy it."
Madelina peeked a look at her father's face and saw that he was having a hard time arguing to her statement. She knew he was guilty, and she felt so sorry for creating that feeling inside of him in the beginning.
"I can give her what she wants," Dahlia said, almost as if she were trying to persuade them to see her way. "I can take away the curse you passed down to her. She could be a witch and only a witch with my help."
"Impossible," Elijah stated, stepping another foot forward. "The curse you so quickly mentioned runs in her blood, through her veins. She was born with it, and you cannot take that away no matter how much magic you have. It will still be there, underneath everything."
Dahlia shrugged. "At least I can take away what she fears," she repeated, turning away from them and back to Madelina, who was watching the exchanged silently.
"So," Dahlia said, extending a hand to Madelina's in a slightly serious, slightly mocking manner. "Do we have a deal, little one?"
"Madelina, don't," Freya begged, catching Madelina's attention. "Don't listen to her-"
Dahlia raised a hand and Freya was lifted to her toes, chocking on air. Madelina looked between them, her eyes wide once again.
"Okay! Okay!" Madelina yelled until Dahlia dropped her hand, holding it out once again
The others kept silent, knowing that if they interrupted, Dahlia would turn on them. They just needed enough time. If the time ran out, Dahlia would be vulnerable. But in order for that to happen, they desperately needed to stall.
Madelina reached out a small hand to Dahlia's, hesitating a few times before coming into close contact to the older woman's skin. Just when everyone thought that Madelina would grab onto her hand, she did something very unexpected.
She showed everyone just how much she was related to Klaus.
Before anybody could blink, Madelina grabbed onto the chains connecting her still shackled wrists together and wrapped them around Dahlia's wrist before pulling with supernatural strength. Many things happened at once. Everyone heard Dahlia's wrist snap just as Madelina broke the shackles off, her magic being released back to her before the little girl pulled Dahlia's other wrist close, sinking her teeth in.
Dahlia yelled in the surprise that everyone there experienced, aside from Klaus who was looking on with pride laced worry. The thousand year old witch there Madelina back, but the little girl reached for the ground, a screeching sound filling the air. The looked to see claw marks covering the ground where she had slowed down her body before she landed in a crouched position, looking up at Dahlia with yellow eyes and fangs dripping with her blood.
Madelina was smiling widely at Dahlia, who was cradling her slightly bleeding wrist to her chest. The blonde tilted her head, eyes still glowing. "What's the matter Dahlia?" she asked in a sweet voice. "Cat got your tongue?"
Dahlia sneered at the little girl and threw her arm out, succeeding in Madelina hitting the magic barrier surrounding the circle they were both still standing in. Madelina cried out as she fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs, staying down this time as she had gotten the wind knocked out of her.
Klaus growled and faced Dahlia staring as she suddenly brought out a very familiar looking stake. His heart jumped in slight fear, not only for him, but for his family, including Madelina.
Before anyone could say anything, Dahlia raised the stake and they watched as it exploded into a tornado of flurries, drifting around them. Freya went to help but, with a raised hand by Dahlia, she was on her knees, feeling like her body was on fire and her magic just past the flames.
Dahlia lifted both hands, hearing as Elijah and Klaus breathed in a good amount of the white oak stake's shreds, injecting the poison into their system. They immediately started coughing, their veins showing up like dark omens on their skin.
When Madelina finally caught her breath, she looked up to see a terrifying sight before her. "No!" She cried out. She got to her feet and ran to her father, or at least as close to him as she could get. Her hands hit the magical barrier, and in frustration, she pounded against it, wishing that it would just shatter away so that she could help her family.
Dahlia watched in fascination. The moment that Madelina's skin hit the magical barrier, visible ripples went through it, making it visible to anyone except for her, seeing as she was preoccupied with trying to get to her father.
But a sudden light showed on the circle and Dahlia looked up, seeing the moon, full and bright, overhead. She smiled and looked back at Madelina, who sensed her gaze and turned to see her staring at the blonde.
Madelina caught Dahlia's gaze and she began to back away, fear crawling through her veins after the amount of courage she had put into her earlier efforts. She tripped over her own feet and fell, shuffling backwards on the ground as Dahlia stalked toward her.
"My dear child," Dahlia said, slight bitterness coating her words after Madelina's stunt earlier. "It is time."
Suddenly, Madelina felt a force bringing her to her knees, her hands reaching to her throat as if there was an invisible rope wrapped around it and she was trying to pull it off. While she was distracted, she felt Dahlia's hand grab her own and felt the slick cut of a knife against her skin. That was it. The missing piece of Dahlia's ritual. Her blood.
And now she has it.
Nobody could do anything, with the Mikaelson siblings all slowly coming closer to their death and Dahlia coming closer to succeeding in her quest ever since she got to New Orleans. All hope was lost and Madelina's vision was starting to darken with the lack of air entering her lungs.
But then suddenly, Madelina saw a figure just behind Dahlia at the exact moment that she heard the older witch gasp in pain. Madelina's magic-inflicted pain disappeared immediately and she collapsed to the side, her eyes closed as her breathing evened out. Freya was released as well and helped her brothers with getting the white oak out of their system and they looked up before widening their eyes, but none as much as Klaus.
Mave was there, gripping a strange knife in her hand as she twisted it, the blade still in Dahlia's back. Her hair was a mess and she had no shoes on, similar to Madelina very much at that moment. She was still in that white dress and her face was contorted with fury.
"That was for killing me," she growled before twisting the knife again, inflicting a yell to fall from Dahlia's throat. "And that was for going after my daughter."
Mave stepped back, knife still in Dahlia's body as something strange happened. It looked as if all of the years that Dahlia had so easily passed were catching up to her. She wasn't supposed to live as long as she did, and now, for some reason, it was affecting her just now.
Mave looked on with satisfaction. She was furious at Klaus and the others for locking her in a room like Rapunzel when she could help, and she did. She knew that they probably needed a better plan then simple luck, so she selected a knife from the kitchen and spelled it so that all of the time Dahlia had skipped would affect her. Even if she didn't live those years, they were still falling upon her.
In a single moment, Dahlia fell to her knees and disappeared into ash. Mave stepped back to avoid it getting on her feet.
The moment that Dahlia quite literally dropped dead, Mave rushed to Madelina's side, glad that the little girl was still awake even if exhausted and very dirty.
"Madelina, baby?" Mave asked in a sweet voice that she reserved only for her daughter. Madelina fluttered her eyes open just a tad bit, and when she saw her mother, she blinked, confused at not seeing her earlier.
"Mommy?" She asked in a scratchy voice, her limbs weak from the lack of oxygen to her entire body.
"It's me honey," she replied with, bringing her daughter into her arms as she stood up. Madelina wrapped her arms and legs around Mave's form.
"I wanna go home Mommy," she said, leaning her head against the crook of her mother's neck as her eyes slipped closed once again.
"I know baby," Mave said. "And we will," she caught eyes with Klaus before glaring at him. "We're gonna go home."
While they were assessing the situation, Dahlia finally being dead and all, a couple just at the edge of the French Quarter looked around. It was a boy with brown hair and dark eyes accompanied by a girl with pale skin and red hair, green eyes flickering this was and that in cautiousness. They were, after all, wandering into enemy's territory.
The red haired girl turned to the boy, staring at him lovingly. "Are you ready, my love?"
"Ready to face our biggest enemies?" He asked and they chuckled. "With my dear Aurora by my side, how could I not be?"
The girl, Aurora, smiled with white teeth. "My darling Lucien. Do not worry. We will get our revenge, not just for my brother but for Mary as well," she told him, determination settling across her features.
A dark expression crossed Lucien's face as he pulled Aurora closer. "That we will, love," he said. "That we will."
They looked to each other and smirked, beginning their plan just as they stepped into the dark French Quarter.
Well, there you go, part 2 of chapter 11!
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