No One's POV
"You're not my Little Wolf…" Is the first thing Niklaus says as he sees Aaron walk over to the salt line that prevents him, the Salvatores, and even Bonnie from leaving Mystic Falls High School.
"What an excellent deduction, Sherlock. My sister has better things to do than constantly cleaning up your messes, Original Prius… And, I'm only here because my Alpha asked me to be…" Aaron snarks, looking severely unimpressed by the Original Hybrid. "You know, I was getting ready for a date before I had to rescue your dumb ass…" Aaron offers looking even more unimpressed if that was possible.
"I can't believe you can't figure this out, Bennett Witch…" Aaron looks a Bonnie as if she's little more than dirt beneath his boots. "At this rate you'll never get that off." He gestures at the thin gold band that is lit up around her wrist, evident that she had tried to use magic and had failed.
"Whatever… Not my problem." Aaron dismisses with a slight wave of his hand and another scoff. "Here. Done." Aaron simply pricks his finger, allowing blood to drip onto the salt, the magic that was in his blood based on his ancestral line breaking the binding in the spell.
"That easy… An infant could have figured that one out…" Aaron deadpans, looking at the Bennett Witch. "Go back to your books, Bennett Witch." He comments before turning to walk away.
"Now… If you'll excuse me." Aaron says as sarcastically as he can. "I have better places to be. As in, not here." He offers before he disappears into the night.
"You'll forgive me for taking you from the dance this evening. That's the burden of being the doppelgänger, I'm afraid. Your blood is a potent binding agent for a witch's spell."
"Just please don't hurt Alaric." Elena pleads.
"She's not hurting me." Alaric appears out of the darkness and shadows of the Salvatore crypt.
"Ric!" Elena looks happy to see him, stepping forward but stopping as she realizes it doesn't seem quite like him.
"What's going on? What are you doing with him?" She questions fearfully.
"I'm going to remake him." Esther answers evenly.
"Remake him?"
"Make him strong, fast, like my children. Indestructible. For one final time I'm going to tap into the dark magic I used a thousand years ago. Like my husband, Mikael, before him I will make Alaric into a true hunter, a vampire to end all vampires." Esther seems almost fanatical.
"You can't create another Original. What if he turns out to be an even bigger monster than your children?"
"He won't now that he has embraced his darkest aspect his hatred for them will become more pure and uncompromising. In death, that hatred will be magnified." Esther explains.
"You don't know that, you don't know anything about him." Elena protests.
"That is where you're wrong. Each time he died with that ring during his brief journey into death I was there on the Other Side. I spoke to him, I nurtured him, knowing that every death brought him closer to his true self. Vampires took everything from him. Now, he's getting his vengeance." Esther gleams with a sort of dark, satisfied look.
"Ric, this isn't what you want. It's not who you are."
"You don't know who I am, Elena. You only know the weakest parts of me, the man who lost his way befriending vampires instead of killing them." Alaric replies, his voice very much even toned.
"You don't mean that." Elena cries.
"They're all monsters. The blood of their victims is on my hands. Jenna's blood is on my hands."
"When you are ready," Esther nods.
"No Ric, please don't. Don't do this. I won't help you, I'm not gonna give you my blood, you're gonna have to kill me!" Elena cries dramatically, shaking her head.
"That won't be necessary." Esther replies evenly, simply gesturing to Elena, a cut opening up and bleeding.
"Drink. And let it be done," Esther orders to Alaric after the blood has been spilled into a bowl.
"No, Ric please, don't… No!" Elena cries.
"Is it finished?" Alaric questions after he's drank the blood.
"Not just yet." Esther replies, taking the now indestructible White Oak and staking Alaric.
"No!" Elena shouts, watching Alaric get staked right before her eyes, but unable to do anything against the Original Witch.
"He'll wake soon. When he does, he may for a time, be his old self. If so, you can say your goodbyes before his transition is complete." Esther tells Elena calmly merely a few moments later, as if she was doing Elena some great favor or gesture of good will.
"You said you wanted to undo the evil that you created, but this... This is just as evil!" Elena accuses, like what Esther was doing, if it was only to kill the Originals, would be a good thing, or she would been innocent of the matter because she did not know what Esther was planning beforehand.
"Alaric will never be what my children became. I have granted him enough power to complete his task. Then when the time is right, he will die."
"How, if he's immortal?" Elena questions, now confused.
"All you need to know is that when this is over we will have rid the earth of vampires once and for all."
"Yeah, but you'll be killing the good along with the bad, you're no better than Klaus!" Elena condemns.
"Am I not? I desire a world where you and your loved ones will not suffer at the hands of vampires, like your Aunt Jenna did."
"Don't you dare use Jenna as an excuse for what you've done," Elena glares at the Original Witch.
"You may draw comfort knowing that your aunt is not in the place that I was. She doesn't know the torment of the Other Side. Though made a vampire, she remained pure. She knows peace. Which is all any of us can hope for."
"You know…" Aaron tells his sister and Alpha as they walk through the cemetery in the dark; it had taken some time for Brooklyn to find Esther, even as an Emrys Witch, the Spirits Esther was using and the dark magic hiding her even from someone as powerful as Brooklyn. "It would be a whole lot easier if rouge witches would stop doing things in places like crypts…" He complains. "Gives us a bad image. Honestly. Why not a decent, well-lit, church or something? Or just a house? Ugh… I bet Aunt Morgana started it…"
"I mean… You're not wrong…" Brooklyn comments mildly back with a slight laugh, the twins walking side by side with each other, a few other members of her pack filling in beside them and behind, Elijah also following her, unwilling to let her face his mother alone, although it wasn't as if she was truly alone; Finn had remained at the mansion, as Brooklyn promised, he remained protected and away from his mother's influence and powers.
"Alright, everyone…" Brooklyn focuses her pack. "Everyone ready?" She questions, although there is little to really question, her immediate pack had been with her for years and they were a well-oiled machine.
"Looks like we missed a party." Brooklyn comments snarkily as she strolls into the crypt, a confident stride to her as Aaron and Elijah follow her in, Brooklyn taking a quick glance around the crypt to see Alaric slumped down and Esther and Elena both facing one another in a tense face-off.
"Elijah…" Esther nearly purrs, turning quickly to welcome her second oldest as if he were long lost or a wayward son. "And, company…" She barely glances at Brooklyn and Aaron, not recognizing them in their human form nor identifying them as an actual threat; well, that would be her mistake.
"Mother." Elijah greets formally, his posture overly stiff, muscles bunched under the layers of his dark suit, and rippling slightly as he moved; his inner vampire was not at all comfortable about his mate in the near vicinity of his mother, even if he knew Brooklyn could handle herself and would protest venomously if he said anything to the contrary.
"You're too late…" She offers simply.
"Perhaps to stop the spell…" Brooklyn admits, interjecting. "But, not to stop you." Brooklyn's eyes harden as she stares down the Original Witch.
"Nature and the Old Religion has judged you, Esther Mikaelson…" Brooklyn tells the Original Witch, her eyes beginning to flick with her powers. "And, it has found you guilty…" Brooklyn offers the verdict that Nature and the Old Religion had given; these were the same laws the Emrys Witches and Warlocks followed, were bound to, only by their own willingness to follow, for Merlin himself had been able to master it and conquer it in the times of Camelot and Avalon.
"You have no right!" Esther puffs up, self-righteousness and arrogance in every line of her body as she draws up to her full height, clearly offended that someone like the likes of Brooklyn, who she saw as inferior would dare to challenge or judge her.
"I have every right, Esther Mikaelson." Brooklyn tells the Original Witch. "I am an Emrys Witch, leader of the Emrys Coven. And, I am Alpha of the Alpha Wolves. And you, Esther Mikaelson, Original Witch, have dishonored the Mikaelson House and disgraced Nature and the Spirits with the dark magic you practice." Brooklyn nearly snarls, her eyes glowing with gold as magic begins to swirl around her, the authority and power she held evident in her tone.
"Nature and the Old Religion rejects you." Brooklyn states firmly. "And, for your crimes, Original Witch," Brooklyn continues, her gaze beginning to glow. "A curse for a curse."
"Ah," Elijah catches Elena before she can intervene or do anything stupid, carefully pinning her to the opposite wall with his forearm. "I would think first before doing anything stupid, if I were you, Elena Gilbert." He growls warningly.
Esther Mikaelson almost seems to glow with the golden hue of both Brooklyn and Aaron's magic as the twins join their magic together to harness Nature to create a curse similar to the one Esther had put on Niklaus; this one, however, was not to suppress a wolf side, rather bring it out, and much like the wolf pack in New Orleans, Esther would be bound by the moon, forced to live as a wolf except during the phase of a full moon.
"As you cursed your children over a thousand years ago, so too you are cursed, Esther Mikaelson…" Brooklyn tells Esther. "Forced to spend the rest of your days alone, marked… Do not think you can go unchecked. The strength of a wolf you may possess, however, you will not be able to harm anyone, human or supernatural beings alike."
Dark eyes of a sandy colored wolf stare back at Brooklyn, haughty disdain clear in their dark depths, but the Mikaelson matriarch held no magic any more, no domain over Nature, or the dark magic she had tapped into, for like when she had turned her children her transformation had stripped her of her connection to magic, leaving her permanently cut off.
A snarl rips from Esther's throat, teeth curling back in a haggard, unattractive curl, but before Aaron or Elijah could move, Brooklyn had already phased, a white wolf snarling back with even deeper ferociousness and dominance, gaze flicking with golden powers, forcing the Original Witch to bow her head in submission.
"Go," Brooklyn commands, and in another moment, Esther flees, the haunting howls and barks of Brooklyn's pack nipping at Esther's heels echoing in the night.
"Esther's spell cannot be undone…" Aaron finally looks to the doppelganger. "However, Alaric will have a choice whether or not to complete it… It is a choice some do not get." He continues before he turns and together with his sister and Elijah, exit, leaving Alaric and Elena alone.
"What are you doing here?" Damon questions Bonnie as she walks into the Salvatore crypt hours after most have come to say their goodbyes.
"Elena told me what Esther said. And, Esther was right… Someone has to finish what she started…" Bonnie explains.
"What? What are you-" Damon questions in confusion. "What, hey, Bonnie!?" Damon questions again, only to fall on the ground screaming as Bonnie gives him a headache.
"No! Bonnie! No!"
As my story comes to a close (don't worry, I still have several chapters left), I have decided to do a sequel to Alpha Wolves!
I am very excited about the prospect of continuing the journey and story of Brooklyn!
Tell me your thoughts!
Polkadottedgiraffe11
P.S Fanficqueen306, You got Brooklyn being dramatic and badass! Hope this suffices. Lol.
