WARNING... A bit of a reminder, this is my story and it's obviously fanfiction. That means that I do not have to follow the rules of Twilight nor do I have to follow the rules of TVD. I can and will make anything happen in my story that I wish to, even if it upsets those who read this.
SO with that said, please enjoy the chapter. I apologize for taking so long with the update, but this one took a while to plan.
Also, please, for the love of all that is holy I know what I've written in previous chapters, and maybe whatever that is going to happen may contradict something, just go with the flow, okay people? Just because something doesn't cause a reaction in one method, doesn't mean that it can't cause a reaction in a different one.
P.S. PLEASE REMEMBER THAT EVEN ORGINALS HAVE WEAKNESS, THAT EVEN ORIGINALS HAVE BEEN TAKEN DOWN A PEG OR TWO REGARDLESS OF THE AGE OR POWER… just because an Original cannot 'die' doesn't mean that one can't be creative to get the results one wishes… remember that.
The poker table set up was in a serious standoff of sorts. Elijah and Damon were battling against each other to see which one was the bluffer, and which one was truly the winner. Matt, Jeremy, and Alaric were already out and looking between the two emotionless looking men.
Two hours before, Alaric finally heard from Jenna after his obsessive phone calls, text messages, and voicemails. He was nearly ready to go hunt her down when his phone chirped with a text message, stating that she was with the girls, and everything was alright, not to bother them. According to Jenna, the girls were making a true effort in bonding together, he was happy to relay the message to gang, and they too were glad.
Damon was nearly at the point of ripping his hair out because his calls were going unanswered as well, he wanted to go after them, but Alaric's news calmed him down.
So imagine their surprisingly calm evening came crashing down when they heard a car come screeching to a halt right into the front tree of the Boarding House.
"What the fuck." Matt hissed out
Elijah and Damon beat them all outside, they were the fastest after all; being vampires and what not.
Elena was trying to scramble her way out of the driver's seat of Bella's car, she was alone.
"Elena! What happened, where is Bella?" Damon demanded as he yanked her out of the car.
"Easy, don't touch her!" Elijah spat as he gave distance even though he was worried as well, pulling Damon away. "Let the human's help her inside, NOW!" Elijah commanded.
She reeked of heavy doses of vervain, wolves' bane, and a few other things he couldn't quite describe as to what it was. But the smell coming off of her was enough to cause him to close his airways up and not breathe.
"BELLA, WE HAVE TO GET TO BELLA!" Elena screamed out hysterically.
Alaric and Jeremy helped her into the house and tried to calm her but there was no calming.
"ENOUGH!" Elijah roared, he seemed to take control of the situation since Damon seemed to be freaking out as much as Elena, though he didn't blame the guy. "Calm yourself Elena Gilbert. Your hysterics will not help us understand you." He softly commanded her. "Somebody get the girl into a shower or bath, I don't are which one. After she is bathed, thoroughly, then we will know what is going on." Elijah said as he turned to look at Damon whose expression was one of despair, as he took his phone out, with shaking hands.
"Whom are you calling?" Elijah blurred to him, placing his hands on both shoulders to keep him standing up right.
He'd never seen a reaction to such a situation in all his years, not regarding a love. At least not regarding a love that was so fresh, so newly developed, in his standards.
"Who do you think I'm calling? If - if Bella was taken and you wouldn't even go so much as near Elena, then I'm calling the only person we can help us, who can help me, get her back." Damon growled out and pulled himself away from Elijah as he placed the phone to his ear.
[TWO WEEKS PRIOR]
"She will never forgive us for this." Esme murmured quietly as her family helped prepare for their leave.
"She may not, but this is what has to be done in order to not only fix the balance, but to rid this world of Niklaus once and for all." Alice muttered in the same quiet tone as she packed the two large chests full of herbs. "We promised Mikeal to get this task done, and we shall honor that promise." her voice rose ever so slightly.
"Are you sure that's not over doing it? Will there be a need for all of that?" Rosalie asked as she nodded to the large chests. "It isn't as if she is a large girl, quite small actually." She felt guilty
It obviously showed, because the whole room sighed and felt slight guilt, but they couldn't afford to stop the plans. Edward and Gloria were in charge of this operation, not to mention they promised.
"Have you not seen or felt the mere power coming from her? It was there even before she transitioned into a hybrid. And if rumors are correct, then she is a direct link to the Original Witch, of course it's necessary." Jasper growled out
Thee knew they could die doing what they're about to do. They deceived Isabella Gilbert all along, knowing that they were going to end up hurting her, betraying her. They all felt an attachment to her, but not even that attachment could stop them.
They were going to attack full force on the night of the ritual, they were going to take Isabella then, and insist that Klaus stop his foolish sacrifice or she would die. But they weren't even really sure of the rumors then, and they weren't even sure of the rumors when she came to visit them, that is when they should have taken her, but they were not ready.
But from what Gloria says, is that somehow, for some reason, his attempt at making hybrids isn't working. Gloria was hoping that, and everything they are riding on right now, this plan, this betrayal, all was riding on Gloria's hope that the rumors were correct. That Klaus did have a Hybrid child, and that the child they speak of, truly is Isabella Gilbert, Older sister of the present doppelganger, and successor of The Original Witch.
For if they could sway Isabella, which they knew wasn't going to happen by asking her nicely, that they could get her to kill Klaus once, and for all.
Esme, she thought it was all wrong. She wanted nothing more than to leave before the others and run to Bella and warn her. But she couldn't, because she couldn't betray her mate, she couldn't betray her sire. Mikeal taught them all how to survive without human blood, and he was like a father to her, as much as any man could be a father who was emotionally distant.
Mikeal had changed them all. He made them promise, vow, to never feed off of human blood. Jasper didn't keep that promise; neither did Edward, or Emmett. Once they found Mikeal, Esme feared for the lives of her sons. He would make them pay back their sin against humans with their lives. She was sure of it.
That is if this move against Isabella and Klaus didn't kill them.
[PRESENT]
Esme, Alice, Rosalie, and Leah all winced at the scream Bella let out full of pain. So far everything had gone smoothly, minus the five lives lost in Bella's anger before she was successfully sedated enough for Gloria and the few witches she brought with her to lock the Gilbert Lake House down.
Jasper wasn't lying when he said she was powerful.
They were grateful to have the knowledge of Alice's visions, to lead them to the perfect spot and location where everything was to take place. The wolf pack Edward had enlisted as extra muscle had been helpful as well, they masked the scent of the Cullen family, no doubt Bella would smell them if she were paying attention.
They were within luck.
When Bella and Elena arrived at the lake house they were already chatty and laughing. They barely had anything with them, a cooler for blood, and a few bags for groceries, that didn't include the liquor they had with them, or the large amount of marijuana.
Nothing was suspected, everybody let out quiet sighs of relief at that. They weren't ready to attack yet, and that wasn't part of the plan with Elena being so close. The doppelganger had to be asleep before they lured Bella outside. But they never came back out, not alone, and Elena seemed to not go to sleep.
The Lake House was filled with giggles, loud laughter, and music. Nothing new, according to the younger people around them, it was all teenage music. Boy bands, girl groups, all pop and full of upbeat music.
Elena and Bella danced and drank to the music, singing loudly, both extremely off key which neither seemed to mind. They were happy, having a good time, nothing of the broken distant relationship they heard about when Bella came to visit them.
Two hours into the girls drinking, Elena slowed down. She was high as a kite and her human body couldn't take much more, so she just danced and lost herself in the fun. Bella had no less fun; she was drinking more, smoking more too, and she drank so much if she had been human she should have been knocked out or dead.
Gloria was growing impatient and her impatience had started to make everybody jittery, nervous; scared. It was as if the whole lot of them had started expecting a bomb to go off, or for Klaus himself to come out of the very wood they were all hiding in.
The plan changed. Instead of drawing her out, they would start a silent attack while she and the doppelganger were inside, near sleep. And it worked too.
They had been on their third movie, both girls eyes droopy, when the vapor combination of vervain and wolves bane had been administered into the Lake House ventilation system. It took nearly 20 minutes for Bella to start feeling the effect; it had started to grow thicker in the air.
She cleared her throat first, then started coughing like a seasoned Tabaco smoker would, then came the wheezing. There was no way out, once the plans changed, Gloria had the house spelled, nobody could get out unless granted. At least that's what they thought.
While they were so busy stuffing large amounts of vervain and other herbs that subdues the use of magic ; it was ground herbs it left a powder dust that mixed and carried with the vapors, Bella quietly woke her sister up and stuffed her into two secret passage-ways.
Old Hunters used those secret ways to go in and out of the Lake House as a quick hide out. One that made them safe because they had to be invited in, the secret entrance and exit had been a favorite play place of Bella's growing up. She knew where to tell her sister where to go, told her to calm down.
"Elena, you gotta calm down. I know it's hard," Bella started but paused to cough and wheeze out so hard her eyes watered, skin growing paler. "You need to calm for me. I need you to make it out of here; my magic isn't working here, not fully. I can give you time to get to the car undetected, once you're in the car you need to go to Damon. Breathe steady, stay calm. The tunnels will hide you but once you get to the second exit, you need to stay calm. There are non-humans out there. They will hear you." Bella whispered harshly as she tried to keep her own breathing steady. "Can you do this? Please, I need you to do this." Bella cried this time.
Once Elena squeezed her eyes shut and opened them with fiery determination, Bella didn't need to see her nod to know Elena was going to do all she could to follow Bella's instructions.
Bella knew whatever was going on, didn't give her much more time. She sent Elena off, and focused and concentrated, fighting against collapsing, fighting against whatever was trying to make her unconscious, trying to block her powers.
She could smell the two things she thought she was immune against, vervain and wolves bane apparently drank was differently. She didn't understand, she couldn't make sense of it, and she didn't try to. She focused on the feel of her sister's mind going to where she needed to. Once she felt Elena out of the tunnels.
"FACE ME, COWARD!" She wheezed out with anger.
She was starting to lose her fight against conciseness, but if she was going out, she was going to go out fighting.
She was surprised by the amount of people who burst through the front door, and the few who burst through the windows. But tears flew out of her face when she saw the family of people she had trusted, that she grew close to. She growled and allowed herself to go on autopilot.
Poor Edward's heart was ripped out first thing, and older African American woman yelped in anguish, Bella ignored her. She went after those who betrayed her. Alice was next, followed by Jasper and Carlisle. She was almost to Esme when she felt somebodies hands at her head, then nothing.
She woke up from her broken neck three hours later, with a gasp and then she freaked out against the restrains that she was held down with. A short burst of magic that shouldn't have come through, allowed her to give everybody an aneurism for a few minutes while she fought, until powder was blown on her face and she lost consciousness once again.
The process happened a dozen times, until out of fright that she managed to get one hand free, and grasp Gloria's throat, Gloria staked the girl. Bella's eyes went wide and she took a breath before she looked to be desiccated. They thought they had killed her.
She woke up again, this time Esme took the stake out and staked her once more, but not before the threat game. It was quiet, but every being that was in attendance heard it.
"He will kill you all." It was gravely and raw, but it had an amount of conviction that ran clear, chilling them all before Bella once again became grey and motionless.
Damon didn't know Klaus' number, but he did know of a certain sired hybrid that had been following him and Stefan.
The phone rang six times before he finally got an answer.
"Hello, Damon." Mason sighed out
"How close to Klaus have you gotten? You know what, it doesn't matter, go up to him and hand him the phone." Damon demanded
Mason was immediately on alert, the tone of voice Damon used; he couldn't remember it being that bad when Jules had tried attacking them. Something bad had happened, something very bad.
"What's going on, Damon? Where is Bella?" Mason fired off questions
Damon growled and choked back the panic.
"Give the phone to Klaus, Mason. Now!" Damon spat out
Mason wasn't even a foot away from Klaus, so Klaus heard everything. He reached out and took the phone without Mason handing it over.
"What is it? Damon, where is my daughter?" Klaus growled out, his body nearly vibrating at the thought of something being wrong with her.
He never felt such protectiveness in his life, and it frankly scared him. Not even the lives of his siblings brought out such a feeling, and they were family he's known his entire existence. Then it felt as if his heart dropped, like it fell to the pit of his stomach and his breath caught in his lungs. He nearly stumbled over when the words hit his ears.
"Bella's been taken. I need your help." Damon's plea didn't go unnoticed either.
He didn't need to command Stefan or Mason; they were already gathering their things with haste.
"We'll be in Mystic Falls in a few hours, gather any information –. " But Klaus was cut off.
"If you had anything to do with this, if she's…" Damon couldn't finish that, no he couldn't even allow the words to pass through his lips. "I will kill you." Damon growled loudly, viciously.
"Gather any information you can, whatever witnesses." Klaus finished and closed the phone.
Klaus monitored Mason; he didn't seem to be falling apart too badly. He knew that his daughter sired him and gained a sire bond in the process, but did that bond mean that he would feel the effects of his, master's death? He wasn't even sure. It was all new territory for him, and he had yet to gain knowledge of his own, for his hybrids didn't make it through transition.
"How are you feeling mate? Can you feel her?" Klaus asked as they reached the SUV and allowed Stefan to drive, as Klaus looked at Mason in the backseat.
"What?" He gasped out. "Feel her? It's not like that. I don't know what you're even talking about." Mason grit through his teeth.
Mason's emotions were so wired he was fighting within himself to not wolf out. It wouldn't be pretty, but he was so angry, so... he didn't know but whatever the emotions were, made him want to turn, but he fought it.
"This makes sense." Stefan muttered out looking at Klaus from the side of his eye.
Klaus turned his attention to Stefan.
"What?" Klaus spat out.
"You asked Gloria why you couldn't make the hybrids, right." Stefan asked or more like stated. "She said that she had been expecting you before she said anything else, then she said she would need the Original Witch, or somebody who knows the Original Witch. So what if this entire time somehow knew this was coming?" Stefan asked
"And just how would she just somehow know?" Klaus grumbled his anger was rising.
"Who is the Original Witch, to you?" Stefan snapped
"She was my mother." Klaus squeezed his hands together to keep from attacking, or choking Stefan while he was driving.
Getting into a car accident wouldn't be smart right now, not when his daughter needed him.
"Isabella's grandmother passed her powers onto her. Damon told me that Bella told him that this grandmother of hers had waited a very long time for a successor, somebody who could handle the power and do what was right with it. Your mother, the Original Witch, is the one who passed Bella the power. There has to be some way for other witches such as Gloria to know that such power was passed down. I mean what happens when a witch dies? The echo of effect leaves what, the power behind for a spirit? Somehow your mother, the Original Witch, was able to die and keep her powers and give them away at will. How? Do you see where I'm going with this? Gloria had been expecting you to come to her for answers, right? So if she had been expecting you, then she and anybody else must have been expecting Bella, right?" Stefan babbled
"Are you telling me that my daughter is now the original witch? My mother put my werewolf side dormant, punishing me for actions that happened. But how could Gloria know, and if she knew, then where is she, and how did she manage to take my daughter?" His growling his nearly shook the car
"She's obviously not working alone. Bella once told me of a witch turned vampire that didn't lose all of her witching ability. She has visions, name's Alice?" Mason interjected before Stefan could answer Klaus "Question is why they would take Bella, if they knew what she is?" Mason asked to himself
"What is the fastest way to spread fear? What is the fastest way to spread any news? Rumors. I heard rumors of Isabella, way before I even thought they could be real. From what I know, are witches having visions that involve the witch they're getting said visions about, or somebody around them. All it took was a rumor to make a connection." Klaus muttered
It seemed to him that no matter what, all roads lead to this moment. And he knew it was a defining one. He had two choices, three really.
One, go save his daughter and kill every last one of those disgusting pieces of shits that stole her, who he knew were harming her no doubt. Witches like Gloria didn't play nice, didn't play by the rules either. He could save his daughter and secure a tie with her, build trust.
Two, he could go in guns blazing and kill every last one of them, his own daughter included, just the thought of killing her, of harming her caused that feeling to wash over him, again with the heart in the pit of his stomach then the nausea the chest tightening and he felt as if he couldn't breathe. If he went with this option, option two, killing his own child, the one thing he thought never possible, he may never overcome that.
Or, lastly, he could run. He could turn head and carry on elsewhere, get answers elsewhere. There was always another way, at least from his experience; he always had the fortune of finding loopholes.
You're a cold and murderous bastard, mate. Klaus thought to himself. But options two and three can go to hell.
The next time Bella woke from her death, or non-death, she realized this time she was sitting up. She opened her eyes and couldn't make out anything, so she blinked a few times to clear her cloudy vision. She wished she didn't, for the sight in front of her caused her to cry out in anguish and struggle against the hold she wasn't breaking.
It seemed they had been draining her of her blood slowly, it was all over her clothes, puddles of it on the floor and from the corner of her eye, the large metal block they strapped her to, it was full of blood. Her bindings were smart, even if her weakened state they were taking extra precaution. Titanium chains, thick ropes saturated in vervain and wolves bane, and of course there was magic. She could kick her feet out more than two inches or she was shocked almost as if it were electric.
Bound like a dog, chained so tight there was no way in hell she could get to her aunt. Jenna was awake, had tears and sweat running down her body. Her wrists were bleeding from the tearing the rope did as she struggled. She was so scared, frightened, and looked at Bella in despair.
Closing her eyes Bella tried concentrating, but it was no use. She too weak and there seemed to be a spell blocking her magic. How would they know? Then again it is witches, and she could smell vampires and a lot of werewolves, at least ten of them.
The Cullens. That caused Bella's eyes to water. She loved them, and they betrayed her. She should have noticed something was up when she was visiting them. All the extra questions and the more careful watching she received. Yet she never tried to pry it out of their minds, or ask.
She let out a growl that caused Jenna to jump at. The sound startled her, she was so use to the quiet. Bella had been dead for a long time, well at least she thought she was dead when they finally brought her in the room Bella was being held. Jenna had lost it, thinking she lost her niece and had no idea how she was going to go home, if she were to ever make it home, and give the news of Bella's death.
Elena would have been devastated.
Jeremy would have been beside himself.
Damon, well Damon she was sure would wreak havoc like nobody had ever witnessed before. Or die, like kill himself at least that was the vibe she got from him as Bella and his connection grew. They were soul mates, at least Jenna thought so, she believed him them.
But she jumped at the sound, because she had gotten used to seeing them stab her over and over. It killed her soul a little more every time she saw that blond short pixie cut haired woman do that to her niece.
Bella's eyes turned a yellowish, almost orange color and the sound of her growl gained the attention of the others.
"I see you're awake, and see you're company. We took her this morning; she's been out like a light all day nearly." Gloria quietly said. "I'll let her go if you agree to help me." She bargained.
Bella's eyes turned even angrier and she tried to speak but she was gagged.
"Esme, ungag her mouth so she can speak freely." Gloria demanded.
Esme carefully, but not carefully enough ungagged Bella, just as she were moving her shaking hand away to fall to her side, Bella leaned and latched on to her hand, biting her viciously.
Esme screamed and punched Bella to let go. Bella did so with a maniacal cackle, well has much as a cackle can be with a hoarse voice
"I told you I was going to kill you. A vampire can't survive the bite of a were wolf." Bella taunted.
She had sense enough to realize that they believed her, that they had no idea of a cure. She wondered how they could be so stupid but so smart to pull this off.
"Do you agree to help us, in exchange for your aunt's life?" Gloria asked, ignoring what just happened
Automatically Jenna's eyes went wide with anger and determination. Bella's eyes weld up because she knew; she knew Jenna was making the choice for herself, not for Bella to make it. Jenna was all about self-choices, and hell Bella preached enough about self-choice more than anybody.
So when Jenna shook her head no, no that she wouldn't exchange her life in order for her niece to do whatever these… monstrous people wanted or needed her help with. There was no way she was going to allow her niece to make that choice. She would make it for herself, make it for her niece.
"Aunt Jenna, please –"but Bella didn't get to finish that her plea for Gloria ordered a large tanned man with a nod.
Her neck was snapped, and there was no ring on her finger, to bring her back, there was not pause in vampire life at a broken neck. It was death, and it caused her to let out a near howl like sob.
And when she started to get angry and move her body around, and try to fight back, she watched with nothing but hate as Emmett held her down and Rosalie stake her chest, at Gloria's insistence.
It seemed she was in a dream. All around her were woods, and not the ones near the lake house. No these ones were different, younger, taller looking trees.
"There you are little one." That voice, so soft and gentle, it belonged to her grandmother, Esther.
Bella whipped around, noticing her clothing was entirely different. Old Age, very old age, it was a beautiful soft peachy color with green bordering. She was smaller, younger than her normal age.
"Am I dead?" Bella asked her voice was even different; she had an accent such as her father, and Uncle, like Esther.
"Would it scare you if I said yes?" Ether asked gently again
Bella felt her self-crying, looking around she wondered if this is what heaven truly looked like.
"Is this really heaven?" Bella asked without answering, that yes, it scared her only a little
"This is where you've come to rest while you wait to wake. So, yes, I assume this is your heaven, or a dream of it. Such an odd place to come to for a modern girl to choose is it not?" Esther asked
"Why am I a little girl?" Bella nodded
"Isabella I cannot answer that. You come how you wish to come, and for this instance you come to me as a child, such a cute one though." Esther winked at her with such love in her eyes.
"What is happening to me? I thought I was the strong one, I'm supposed to be undefeatable. Is this the consequence for turning Katherine human and allowing her to be sacrificed? Is this the price I pay for using black magic? My aunt, she paid for my mistake, and now there is no bringing her back." Bella sobbed out
Esther let her cry, the poor girl needed it. She also knew that this was only the beginning of pain, heartache, of trials and tribulations that she had yet to come. There will be many other things that will lie in the road, hurdles, she will either decide to jump over or stumble over.
But she had faith in her grandchild. Make no mistake, she first wanted Isabella to bring an end to what she created, fixing the balance. That is why after all, she had been stuck watching, but nature, or at least she thinks, nature is showing her a way of redemption. Not only redemption for herself, but for her children as well. Her faith in Isabella grew, even if she made a mistake with the ritual, she still held faith that grew each day that Isabella could give Niklaus and her other child redemption.
There is no light without dark. That could be meant in many ways. For Isabella is a naturally dark person, she tends to let the light shine through. Forever monstrous act she had shown, she has provided a dozen lifesaving acts to repent for the bad.
"They have no way of killing you, sweet girl; you are very, very much an Original in every way. They needed a way to make you weaker, which are the powders and the magic used against you in your weakened state. As for the consequences, I cannot tell you the answer to that, but I can give you my guess." Bella nodded
She would take all she could get right at this moment.
"Katerina Petrova was not meant to die in that ritual; it was your sister's place. Also, the magic in which you used, yes it was black magic, but it caused an effect in error. For the blood consumed wasn't truly human, yet it worked, but its tainted blood of a vampire doppelganger. My son cannot make his hybrids without the true untainted blood of a doppelganger. Either way you upset the balance of nature when you switched Katerina and Elena's lives in the ritual. There must be always be a balance in place, or the world shall become ciaos." Esther murmured as she ran her fingers through Isabella's hair.
"Aunt Jenna died, as a consequence?" Bella asked
"You're still new to this life, Isabella. What you don't know about magic and witch craft could fill libraries. But do not limit your life with burden. Not everybody is your responsibility. You need to worry about Isabella, not everyone else but Isabella. That is not how to live, that is merely existing. Let others live and end their lives their choices, mistakes, pain, happiness, and so on." Ether answered her.
Isabella didn't really know what to do with that answer. So she decided to move on.
"This magic business, I'm not sure I've got what it takes. I mean look at how my life has turned out because of it. I'm dead!" Bella hissed out angrily.
Esther chuckled softly and placed her hands on either side of Isabella's face.
"Magic is what you make of it, my dear little one. It can be dangerous and deadly, or it can be mystical and beautiful. It is up to you." She whispered passionately.
"I see him in you." Bella whispers back, slightly slurred.
Esther smiles at this, she's going back to life. Her eyes watered and she caressed Isabella's little childlike face and laughed lightly, watching from the other side as a small girl was nothing in compared at the love she felt having her in her arms.
"You must go now; your father is coming for you my dear, stay strong. And that handsome man you've found yourself, allow him to treasure you. You are his redemption. Stay strong my little one, I love you." Esther whispered, her voice getting more and more distance.
Little Bella blinked, her vision more blurry, but she managed a slight, "love you." In return, before she felt herself gasping for breath again.
The pain of having a stake removed and shoved back into her chest multiple times, hurt like a major bitch. It jolted her awake slightly and before she could focus, she could smell him. It caused her cry hysterically and her choppy breathing to feel even more painful, alone with the dryness of her mouth and throat.
Damon held her tighter as he used vampire speed to dodge his way, away from people to get her out of there. His only task was getting Isabella out, that was the only task that mattered, he would allow others to do the rest. But as good as it felt to have her in his arms, he saw the body of Jenna, and he saw how many different ways they had Bella tied up and he could smell how badly they 'sedated' her. Nothing made him want to actually shed tears more than seeing her lifeless, grey and veiny, and when she was crying trying to fight out of his arms to get to Jenna.
She cried out and screamed repeatedly 'I couldn't save her, I couldn't save her' over and over, until she passed out.
Once the last heart was ripped out, and the last head was left to roll on the grass, Klaus made his way to his daughter.
He heard her screams and it tore at his chest, seeing her cause herself to pass out, hurt even more.
He touched her face, her very pale sunken in face and caressed it much like his mother did.
Isabella's eyes fluttered open lazily; it was as if she were floating between reality and sleep. She slowly, from being so weak, touched his cheek and gave a small smile.
"I see her in you." And then her arm dropped, and her head lulled to the side and her breath got even shallower.
"We need to get her fed and away from this place." Elijah spoke.
Getting her away from this place sounded like the most perfect plan, to both Damon and Klaus.
A/N :: I left out Klaus and Damon coming with their little gang out, for outtake purposes..
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