Flynn, Jacob and Ezekiel had all gathered at the Reverend's home after the chaos that had gone on the night before. Flynn and the witch finder stood in the basement gathered around a large brown leather-bound book while Ezekiel had leaned against the tiny high up window that looked out along the street so as he could keep an eye on Jenkins without anyone else seeing them. Everything lay silent until Cassandra and very naked Eve suddenly pulled open the storm cellar door and charged down them, Jacob and Ezekiel gave Eve the courtesy of looking away while Reverend Carson pulled off his coat and wrapped it around his wife.

"Are you alright?" He asked quickly while rubbing at his wife's arms to try and get some warmth into her tired muscles. Eve nodded.

"Where is Galahad?" Cassandra almost demanded, dry tears still stained her cheeks.

"I can show you." Said Ezekiel as he left the wall to guide the redhead to the window he'd been looking out; the others followed.

He pointed past the feet that travelled by and to the tiny cell under the gallows. Cassandra gasped. Tears threatened to come forth anew, her heart almost broke seeing so much dried blood coat him almost as though Jenkins had bathed in it.

"Galahad." The word left her lips as a quiet whisper, Ezekiel hardly heard it and he stood right next to her.

They were all surprised to suddenly see the wolf sit bolt upright as though some unseen force had pushed him. Slowly Jenkins' head turned until he was staring straight through the tiny basement window and into Cassandra's eyes. He smiled and she instantly felt better just having him know she was there.

"I felt them stab him." She told her friends as the tears finally started to fall again, Ezekiel threw an arm around her shoulder comfortingly. "I only felt half the pain he did and I could hardly move."

"He'll be alright, Cassandra." Flynn affirmed gently from the back of their little huddle. "I gave him some of my power so he'd heal faster... the immortality helps."

That actually got a laugh out of her, small and sobbed but it was there; Flynn counted it as a win.

Cassandra didn't take her eyes from those of her love but her eyebrows did raise when she saw him start to dig something into his forearm with his thumbnail.

"Ouch!" She exclaimed drawing everyone attention, she grabbed her arm but the pain subsided quickly enough.

"What is it?" Asked Jacob.

"Nothing. He was just telling me something."

The group didn't push and Cassandra was thankful for that, they didn't need to know about the shape the pain had formed, just a simple heart that had faded from existence almost as fast as it had appeared. The redhead knew what it meant, I love you.

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Morgan strutted into the hidden hallway full of cells containing the six Originals she'd abducted, it was time for them to be useful. She chuckled to herself as she picked up the tiny glass box containing a large tarantula Original, Morgan had taken her first almost six years ago and couldn't help but wonder in the female Original could remember how to walk on two legs instead of eight. In all honesty the Soulless didn't much care.

"You're finally going to have a purpose again." She told the tarantula and then glanced around to the other Originals. "I bet none of you ever expected this day to come, the day an immortal dies."

She set the glass box down and with a swish of her hand all six Originals transformed back into their human form. Fox, monkey, pigeon, snow leopard, cat and tarantula, three men and three women, a perfect balance. Each of them symbolised something for her spell, her plan. She'd spent almost a two decades plotting, trying to take the spell from theory and into reality. Morgan hadn't been the first to think about it, a Soulless by the name of Adalfarus Fuchs in Germany almost a century ago had first thought it up but he'd not been strong enough to try. Morgan was strong enough! She was Morgan Le Fay the rightful queen of Camelot and the most powerful Soulless Witch the world had ever known, after tonight she be more powerful than any True Witch as well. She'd be unstoppable.

"I think it's only appropriate you dress for the occasion my little farm animals." She chuckled maniacally as her magic coated the Originals with suits and dresses made of fine white silk and embroidered with small red roses. "There, perfect to march to your deaths in."

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"Oh God!" Exclaimed Flynn in abject horror from the basement corner where he'd been sat with his oldest book; he'd gathered it from Germany almost five years previous.

"What?" Demanded Jacob as he launched over to look at the book himself.

"I know what she's doing."

"Tell us, Flynn. Whatever she's doing we need to stop it and get my Galahad back."

Cassandra spun around to face the Reverend, it was the first time she'd looked away from the window since Eve had brought her back to Salem. Just then Eve marched down the stairs having re-dressed in a long dress of dark green.

"... She's making herself immortal."

Silence. None of them said a single word, only faint footfalls outside broke the tension. Eve opened her mouth to speak but Ezekiel got there first, his eyes fixed on the gallows outside and the other familiar.

"Em, guys, Something is happening."

Everyone rushed back to the window just in time to see a man unlocking Jenkins' cell and yanking the injured man out, it was only then they saw the freshly tied noose and the crowd that had started to form. They were going to hang him.