Freya Pov
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My confidence level was at full peak. In fact I think it's the fullest it's ever been in all my thousand years of life. I had not only managed to put Finn back into his original vampire body but I also gave Vincent back his.
I'm not sure if this has ever been done before but I was extremely impressed not only at what I had done, but how far I had come.
Not only as a witch but as woman, and as a Mikealson.
Being a witch was not only hard but it was also a challenge, not to mention degrading, and finally just plain exhausting. It wasn't as simple as saying an incantation in Latin or waving your hand. Those were things you had to learn. Learning takes time, patience, energy and concentration. It takes strength, determination, concentration, and energy to be your best witch self. As a young girl I remember setting whole villages on fire because I was throwing temper-tantrums because I was mad at Dahlia for her and her rules, my mother for giving me up, and the world for how cruel it had been to me in my years of life. But other than that as a child that was all I could do much to Dahlia's disappointment. Just these sudden burst of energy that would come and go. As I grew older Dahlia taught me the craft and tricks. I still burned villages down to the ground but I had finally learned to control the energy, the power inside of me. Though I wasn't allowed to really use it. To see just how far I could go, what I was capable of. How much damage I could cause in a day, maybe in an hour or two. See if I could make birds drop dead from the sky just as Dahlia did. But my Aunt had other plans. Such as draining me of my power, the power that I was born with. My magic. She had been taking it from me the moment I was thrust into her grasp by my wicked mother. If I thought really hard I could still remember the horror I felt being ripped away from her, now I couldn't imagine wanting to go back into her arms. How could I forgive her? Giving me to her sister. Only for me to grow up in hell. Not to lead any life of my own but Dahlia's. Every 100 years she would force me to fall into a deep sleep with her. Every century I would wake in hopes that she would let me go. So that I could go out. Into the world. Feel the fresh crisp Autumn air. Swim in the bluest oceans, the deepest lakes, and churning rivers. Run in the fields of flowers, the forest, and the trails. Travel to the snow covered mountains. Go by ship to new islands that haven't been explored or inhabited yet. Meet people, witches, and my family. Have someone to know me other than Dahlia. Love someone and have them love me in return. Try new things, hell try everything. Sadly she wouldn't hear of it, that mean old witch. She didn't know what it was like to love. To want something so badly. A part of me pitied her. The other part of me hated her for it. That was years and years ago. Now I had learned so much more as a witch. Of course I didn't learn it on my own. I had friends, family now that helped me. Mainly Luna and Davina for the witch business. I hadmasteredmy magic.Calmed the swelling anger and most of the boiling hatred inside of me. My witch was quite content where she was.Strong, capable, and ready for anything.
Being a woman was almost harder then being a witch, at least that's what I thought. Me, myself, and I don't see eye to eye. Wearing the best of what money could buy didn't matter to me. I wanted to feel good in my own skin and not put out some fake image of me. In today's world that seemed impossible. Clothing seemed impossible. Wanting to look good but not to attract any unwanted attention. Wanting to get that 'wow, I look good' factor when I looked in the mirror. I felt cast out and apart from the others, (Rebekah, Luna, Hayley, Davina, and Cami). I didn't feel as beautiful as them. I was tall, lanky almost. What shape I did have resided in my waist and legs. My hair was long and dirty blond, I think that is what Rebekah called it. Never dyed, or cut. I was to nervous to try any of that out, fearing it would make my appearance worse. I had a small chest which I hated. My skin wasn't pale but it wasn't exactly tan either. It was clear so I suppose I should be grateful of that fact. The only thing I liked about me were my eyes. My sister Rebekah could look good without even trying with her long wavy blond hair. Her blue eyes, her effortless style. The dash of freckles across her nose and cheeks, her mind blowing confidence. Hayley had a slim, lanky build like me but she somehow managed to pull it off better. Maybe it had something to do with her long dark hair. Her green and gray eyes, her high cheek bones, and her perfectly shaped lips. The way she could pull off anything from country bumpkin to a queen. Cami like me had long blonde hair. Unlike mine hers was a lot lighter and full of life. She could style it: curls, waves, even both. Her emerald green eyes, the friendly smile, and how she could rock combat boots with every outfit. Davina had dark shiny hair that was most of the time straightened and past her shoulders. She had the the most interesting eyes blue, green, and gray. It just depended on the lighting. She had a small figure but her legs made up for it. Luna was the kind that it hurt just to look at her. I wasn't jealous of her, she was my friend, after all I considered her as my sister, a part of my family. I envied her. Not just because of her stunning beauty but because of the power she had, her magic, how strong of a person she was. Luna's hair was darker than her sisters, yet it was still brown. Lighter shades of brown could be seen in it, all natural of course. She wasn't taller than me but her hair made up for it. When she didn't straighten it like she usually did it was wild. Curls in all sorts of shapes and sizes were out. Wanting to be touched and pulled on, again, and again. It was so free, so her. It flowed like a water fall down her back, and over her shoulders. Even when it was straightened or in it's usual braid it would frame her face perfectly. As beautiful as it was I'd heard stories of her hair destroying thousands of dollars on hair equipment simply because it was being quote on quote "stubborn", Rebekah's words not mine. Her eyes like her sisters were both green and grey. Yet on some days they would be just gray, and others they would be just green. It really depended on what mood she was in. They were framed with dark long eyelashes. The kind that didn't need any mascara because of their natural long length and thickness. Her lips were full, pink, and plump while I had bone thin ones on my own face. Her skin was not pale or tan, but this beautiful rich caramel color. She could look good in every color, Rebekah once expressed this fact to me, confessing that she was envious of her too. Her teeth were straight, white, even, perfect. Mine however were not, specifically the bottom. I was very insecure about this it was why I usually smiled without showing my teeth. Her body was not lanky like her sisters or mine but curvy I guess was the right word. The hour glass figure was something she had been born with naturally, yet she tried to hide it from the world, and from wandering eyes. The large chest she had been gifted with she also tried or at least attempted to hide. I had always wanted a bigger chest unlike the flat one that I had now. Everything about me was either flat or pointy. The shapey long legs, and the flat stomach. I didn't know how she did it. Have such a good looking body and ate whatever she wanted. She had both men and women wanting her. Yet she was still insecure, almost as insecure as me. It's not that I wanted both men and women to be after me, I just wanted to feel comfortable in my own skin. Comfortable beingme. Confidence that could kill. As a woman I supported the idea that women can do what men can do. Why should what we do and don't do confided to our sexes/genders? Why should women be the ones to stay home while the husband works? Why can't it be the husband that stays at home and the woman works? Why should the man be the one to boss the woman around? I was just figuring out how everything in this century works. So far I keep getting confused, but being a woman is a lot like that to. So I just have to bereadyfor whatever comes my way.
Being a Mikealson is a lot of work. You are immediately put at a certain status and level. That's a good thing but you are also judged because of what your family did and didn't do, what you as a person did and didn't do. My family didn't exactly have the best reputation but it was my family. No one really had to know the truth. That we weren't all evil as they made us out to be. Few people did. Having the name with any association of you automatically their enemies become yours to. And I don't even care that I've got more enemies than I can count, not counting Dahlia. I have my family. I have everything I could ever need, surrounded by my siblings, and my father. I was loved, I was appreciated, I was protected, I was happy, I was not alone anymore. When ever I fell down, I was going to get back up, and dust myself off because I was a Mikealson. And Mikealsons never gave in or gave up. They fought with each other and for one another, the ones that they loved, always and forever.
A thousand things could have gone wrong, but I wouldn't allow it. Not today, not now. Things were just starting to turn around. One mistake would set me back, and I refused to let that happen. It was because I had went this far without a single flaw that my confidence had grown.
If I had went this far then surely I could go all the way. Not for me, but for Rebekah. I had to do this for her, to get her back. So she could take me to the most extravagant clothing shops, just like she promised.
Mainly I just wanted my little sister back.
All of this waiting was slowly killing me. Usually I was good at being patient despite my siblings, mainly my younger brothers. But today I couldn't seem to be able to conjure the will to stay still and sit down. I was up and moving. Pacing around the room. I had seen my brother Klaus do this and I guess I had somehow picked it up without realizing it.
It was all of this silence, thisstillnessthat was really bothering me. Vincent's quiet breathing could be heard still even so he wasn't awake yet.
Come on Freya, snap out of it!
I've gone this far can't let the nerves get to me now.
I tensed up as I heard Vincent's breathing increase. His hands twitched and his body shook as if he was having a nightmare.
Walking over I put a hand on his shoulder gently shaking him. Trying to wake him up.
It worked. After a few moments his eyes flew open and he sat up at an alarming speed. I tried to push him back down, gently. "Whoa easy there."
He flinched away from my hand as if I was burning him so I removed it. Taking a couple steps back, not wanting to make him any uncomfortable and uneasy than he already was.
"Who are you? Where I am?" Asked Vincent standing up slowly his hands up in a defensive position. His attractive dark eyes darting around the room.
"I am Freya. Where you are at the moment isn't of your concern. You Vincent Griffith are going to help me."
"Help you, I just met you! I don't even know where the hell I am!"
I winced at the loudness of his voice. The last thing I wanted was my brothers to find out what I was doing. If my plan was to work this had to be carried out in secret. Meaning no one could know, not until I was ready to tell them. If they managed to find out then the whole plan before it was time to tell them, everything would fall apart. And I couldn't afford for that to happen. This wastheonlyway.
The only option.
I of course re-thought every other possible plan and outcome before thinking of this one. This was the only way, the only plan I could see realistically working. A plan where no one died, a plan where everybody came home, a plan where we defeated Eva and brought my sister home in her original body.
Scratches and bruises wereacceptable, even foreseeable. Ripped out hearts and snapped necks wasun-acceptable, and not part of the plan.
It was possible that I was being over confident. Maybe even a little cocky. I knew I was a strong witch and I could fend off well by myself. But I didn't have to because I had Luna. Well hopefully would have her. I've known her long enough to know that she was extremely loyal and would do anything to protect those she loved. I also knew that she was a strong witch even stronger than myself. The two of us combined plus Vincent, my father, and Finn we would be unstoppable. Eva would be stupid to try and fight us off, more Luna than myself and the others.
Eva and Luna had a history. It wasn't the happy kind. More of the abuser and the victim kind. She didn't have to tell me that she wanted revenge, because I know I would want revenge too. Her and I were a lot alike. She has every right to Eva, as soon as I get Rebekah safely and successfully out of Eva's body and into her own, Luna can say and do whatever she wants to Eva. I might even sit back and watch. Eva had brought hell to Luna's life when she was at the witches place. Even invented a spell just to cause her pain. It would only be fair that Luna gives her hell right back. Who would I be to deny that to her?
"Shh! Lower your voice!"
He sighed. "Look Freya or whoever you are, the last thing I remember is drinking myself to sleep at Rousseau's in New Orleans, and now I'm here talking to you. In a room I've never seen before. So please just tell me where I am. And what happened to me."
I tilted my head to the side thinking. Telling him where he was and what happened did seem fair and we did need to establish some form of trust before going to confront Eva.
"At the compound in New Orleans. Your body was being used by my brother Finn. An hour ago I put the both of you in your respected bodies, you just woke up. Now I need your help. Does the name Eva Sinclair sound familiar to you?"
He frowned and shifted his feet.
"Eva? Eva Sinclair? Evil-"
"Witch bitch who thinks she owns everything." I finished and he cringed. I believe Hayley came up with the term. I had heard Rebekah and even Luna say it. I guess it was finally catching on to me.
"Well what about her? And in case you were wondering she's an ex of mine and I want nothing to do with her and her evil ways. I've been down that road before. Trying to save her, bring her back. There is no bringing her back, she is gone. I won't do it again."
"I'm not asking you to re-open any old wounds. I just need your help. Let's just say your ex has been causing problems for my family."
He said nothing so I continued.
"Eva had taken back her body. The problem is my sister was residing in it. Her soul is trapped inside of Eva's body and if I don't put her back into her original body she'll die."
He again shifted his feet. I couldn't tell if he was uncomfortable or feeling sorry. He seemed to be a very hard man to read. It must have been why I was so drawn to him.
"Okay and once you do put your sister back into her original body what do you plan on doing with Eva letting her go?"
I laughed causing him to look at me as if I horns had sprouted from my head.
"That's not up to me." I said being honest. It really wasn't. When the time came it would be up to Luna, but she didn't know that, at least not yet.
"Luna, a close friend of mine."
His eyes widened. I could read his facial expression as surprised, maybe even a little taken back. "Wait you aren't talking about Jason and Madeline's daughter?"
I nodded. Surprised at his reaction.
"How did she escape the witches?" He asked using a curious tone.
"How do you know about her?" I asked and he scoffed. I wasn't trying to be an ass but there was no way I was going to give out my best friends life story. I didn't really consider her a best friend if I was being 100% honest I considered her to be my sister. I knew that my siblings did to.
"Well she's only predicted to be one of the most powerful witches of all time and I was close friends with her parents. Even though we were supposed to be enemies. You know the whole witches hate the vampires and the wolves thing. Put it this way. That hatred didn't exist between the three of us. Madeline was there for me when no one else was. She helped heal me after Eva left. After I had lost my child, I had no will to live, but she came and put me back on my feet." He said his voice breaking at the words,"lostmychild."
I internally flinched at that. I knew what it was like toloseachild. I had personal experience. I had been in that deep dark hole with no will,nowantto crawl myself out of it. I had felt that crippling pain, felt that heartbreak. Cried my eyes out until they bled. Screamed until my voice didn't work anymore. Starved myself. I remember wanting to give up, to just die right then and there. Like my child had, like Matthew. I had loved that man. Dahlia being as evil as she was took the both of them from me. Took the only two people in the world that made me happy. It was a boy. I would have had a son, me and Matthew together. But it was not to be. Dahlia was the one that made it so. I hated her for it. For taking them away. One day I swore to myself that I would get my revenge. Today was not the day, it was Luna's. Something was telling me that my day was coming up real soon. I just had to be ready for it.
He cleared his throat looking down for a moment before looking back at me, it wasn't long before he started speaking again.
I wanted to reach out to him, to comfort him. To let him know how sorry I was even if he didn't want to hear it. I didn't because;
1.He would probably think I was weird.
2.We only just met minutes ago, it hasn't even been an hour even thought it feels like it's been four.
3.He was already uncomfortable and on edge. I didn't want to do something or say something that would send him past his limit.
Right now he didn't really look like he could take a lot. But I needed him. I could only hope that he would help me.
"Then she died and Jason along with her. Eva had aided in their death but by the time I found out, it was already to late. If I would have known then I would have killed her myself. It seemed like I was losing everything so I shut myself down, and stopped doing magic and spells all together. Back to Luna, everyone knows about her, well at least in my time they did. The covens feared her because of how powerful she was, that's why they didn't try to rescue her. I tried of course, I just wasn't strong enough. So she's here?"
I nodded. "Yes and she is going to go with us if of course you agree to help?"
He folded his arms over his chest sighing as he did. "I'll help but after that I'm done."
"Sure. But you can't back out on me. Bringing you in to help was not an easy choice. No one can know what were doing. Giving you back your body back to you was no easy process. I'm putting my sister's life in your hands. Are you sure you can handle that?"
He nodded once and I knew I had gotten the answer I had wanted.
Now I just had to carry out the rest of my plan.
Hopefully all would go well.
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Leo Pov
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Sighing I sat down on my bed in the manor. Trying to think if I was leaving anything behind.
I had packed books most of what consisted of pictures, requested by Chris of course. Empty vials, and pots and beakers for future potion making.
My own personal stuff of course. I didn't really think that I would be at the compound much. Up there, the elders are dealing with problems of their own. Automatically they all become every whitelighters problem.
Not that I minded it was just tiring some times. Always tearing me away from my son, and Luna. The little family I had left.
I was going to be moving into the compound, in New Orleans, to stay with Chris and Luna. I much would have preferred to stay here at the manor but Cole insisted. I wasn't one to listen to evil but he was probably right anyway. It was for my own good. Staying here by myself with no contact except the elders would make anyone depressed. I was already close to the edge.
It wasn't like I was going to be sitting around and doing nothing. I still had my charges, innocents, and other whitelighter business.
Truth be told I was scared.
Scared that I would mess up with Luna the way I messed up with Wyatt. If something had happened to Luna, Chris would find a way to blame me and hate me. This time forever. I would probably hate myself to.
I tilted my head to the side, an odd feeling passing through me. Like someone was calling my name. Usually I recognized who was calling me but this time for some reason it wasn't the case.
It would be very un-whitelighter of me to not answer the call. To ignore the pleas for help. So I went regardless of the bad feeling I wasn't just going to let someone suffer. Besides I was in enough trouble with my bosses.
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Mikeal Pov
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Impressive what my eldest daughter could do. Not that I have ever doubted her.
She had done as she planned.
Putting Finn back into his original vampire body. Giving Vincent access to his body again. Making plans. She really was a Mikealson after all. My daughter.
It made me swell with pride.
As much as I would have liked to stay in my thoughts I had a task to complete.
Convince Finn to go with us to stop Eva.
Freya had asked me to do this and I was going to do my damnest to get her what she wanted.
Even if I had to threaten, harm, or maim to do it.
Finn finally sat up after an hour and a half. His eyes wide a fearful expression on his face.
Then he looked over to see me. I smiled joyous, that his fearful expression increased.
"Father what is it you want with me?"
"It's not what I want but what Freya requires." I replied sitting him down in a chair roughly. He had stood up and moved to the corner, but we couldn't have that, now could we?
"Freya I thought she-"
"No in fact she is very much alive and quite powerful so I would do my best not to piss her off." I replied cutting him off.
"I bet she yearns to see me after all of these years..."
I couldn't help but laugh at his statement. It was of course false.
Freya was not yearning to see him. Not after she learned of what her brother was capable of. He had hurt Luna many times, Freya knows this and hasn't forgotten it. Neither have I.
After this Eva business is through, I might just have a talk with my eldest son. The world might just be without one more original.
"I seriously doubt that. Freya is not the forgiving type, especially not when you hurt the people she is close to. Such as Luna and her brothers."
Finn snarled. "That bitch got what she deserved! I can't wait to see her again show her what a man can do. And as for my brothers Niklaus and Elijah they can watch."
I snapped. Pushing him against the wall, the white oak stake in my hand, already pressing into the flesh of his chest. Right where his heart was. I had all but forgotten the fact that Freya had told me to"stayquiet."
Of course that all went out the window when Finn started talking about Luna in that way. In that manner.
I had grown quite fond of the little witch. So fond that I was giving her lessons on fighting, teaching her to better herself. She was good but I could mold her to be better. With her determination and strong heart she would have made the ideal warrior. Occasionally after training we would get lunch together and talk. I considered her the daughter I'd never got the chance to have. So when Finn said those things, I almost lost my control and my mind.
"Hold your tongue, speak about her like that or your brothers again in that way and it will result in your un-timely demise."
"Do you understand me Finn?" I said after he said nothing.
He nodded eyes widening looking at something behind me.
The door had opened to reveal Freya and Vincent.
"I thought I said to be quiet. My plan, the hope of saving Rebekah will vanish if Klaus and Elijah find out about this."
Feelings of guilt arose in my chest.
"Sorry dear Freya but your brother and his wretched mouth weren't being cooperative."
She nodded pulling out a vial with a bluish liquid inside.
"I'm going to ask you this once, and trust me you are going to do it either way."
"I want you to help us, help me get our sister Rebekah back into her original body." Freya said after he didn't reply.
Taking a few steps back I released him. But still kept a secure hand on his shoulder just in case he tried anything stupid. His gaze wasn't focused on Freya like it should have been but at the white oak stake in my hand.
Gripping his shoulder tightly as I said, "Look at your sister when she is speaking to you."
He did wincing slightly.
"So what's it going to be brother? Are you going to help me save our sister willingly, that's the easy way. Or are you going to go the hard way?"
Finn's attitude changed as he sneered up at her.
"As if I'd help Rebekah after she chose our brothers over me. She can die for all I care."
Freya nodded. "That's good to know. Father would you mind shoving this down Finns throat." She said holding out the vile. I nodded. Still holding Finn's shoulder as he struggled.
In exchange I gave her the white oak stake, and in return I got the vial.
I grabbed his jaw and forced it open. Pouring the liquid down his throat, forcing him to swallow it.
He fell to his knees grabbing his throat.
"What did you do?" He asked and Freya knelt down to his level.
"A spell, a potion really. It makes the drinker open to any suggestion. So basically it's like compelling someone just in a different way."
I could see that Vincent was surprised as well. Freya was quite a talented witch like her mother used to be.
"What?" Finn asked clearly not getting the point.
"Put it this way little brother, you'll be listening to me all day. Even when you don't want to. I tried to be nice but nice doesn't seem to work for you. I mean look at how you treated Luna, Davina, and Hayley. Look at how you treated our siblings. Did you really think I would be happy to see you? After all the pain you've caused the people I care about."
She stood after her little speech, her head lifted up a little higher.
"I will get Luna it might be a little while. Do you think you boys can be in the same room together and not destroy anything or each other?"
The three of us nodded and she disappeared.
I noticed that she hadn't given the white oak stake back. I probably wouldn't be getting that back anytime soon.
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Leo Pov
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The place I had orbed to was not a building but a what looked like a tomb of some kind. I could hear the pleas of help. I wasted no time before orbing inside. It didn't look to be a trap of sorts.
Though I could feel that something was off.
Inside it was candle lit, so it wasn't completely dark.
Laying on the ground was a folded piece of paper, and beside the paper was a woman.
By Chris' description she had been the one who stole the Book of Shadows in the first place. The one who had been working with Abbraxas.
"You-"
"Yes I am Ester Mikealson mother of the originals. If you are going to out me out of my misery then do it, but if you are here to help me then get me out of this concrete tomb."
So I was right I paused for a moment maybe I should help her, she did look to be in an awful lot of pain. She was bleeding, multiple wounds all over her body. She looked like she had been beaten.
"Who did this to you?" I asked trying to heal her, though for some reason it wasn't working.
"Abbraxas. I found out a part of his awful plan. I had tried to leave to tell my family of this but he stopped me, beat me, trapped me, and left me here to die."
I groaned from the strain of using my powers. I was sweating, but still the result was the same. Her wounds still there bleeding. I couldn't heal her.
"Ester can I take you to the compound, the people there can help you?"
I asked trying to get her to talk back to me but she had fallen unconscious she was losing to much blood.
"Hey, hey!" It was no use in shaking her.
She was still breathing but barely.
I orbed the both of us to the compound (the paper in my hand), in the living room. Where Klaus and Elijah were. I couldn't have been more thankful.
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Luna Pov
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I sighed turning over but then stopped realizing that I was trapped.
Remembering last night. After having a much needed conversation with Klaus and saying goodnight, I left his room and went in to my own and continued talking to my brother and Jake on the couch. It wasn't that I didn't want to stay because I did. But like always I never asked and didn't say anything. He would probably think I was weird. Maybe I was being weird but being around him was comforting. I felt better around him in general. Of course no one knows this not even Rebekah or Hayley. Some things I kept to myself.
I must have fallen asleep between the two of them. Some how they managed to wrap their arms around me, thus making it impossible to escape.
Hearing some noises down stairs I grew curious. Exceedingly so especially when I heard Klaus raise his voice.
I tried again this time succeeding and getting away. The only problem was there was nothing in front of me to stop me from falling on to the ground. My landing hadn't been exactly silent. I turned thinking that I woke one of them up, maybe even both of them. It seems that the both of them were heavy sleepers or they were exhausted from our late night talking. My knees would be bruised but over all not much damage. I hurriedly grabbed some clothes from my closet.
Going into the bathroom before getting dressed I quickly brushed my teeth. I put on a pair of light gray colored jeans, one of those light blue long sleeves off the shoulder shirts, and a pair of black combat boots with a heel on them. I didn't normally where them but today I just felt like it.
My hair was still as soft and tame as yesterday so I left it down.
I put on my usual cherry chap-stick.
As I walked out I slipped on my necklace that had originally been my mothers.
Looking back I still saw Chris and Jake asleep, turned away from each other, their arms at their sides.
I quietly closed the door to my room before going through the hallway to get to the downstairs.
"What is going on?" I asked Davina as she was at the bottom of the stairs. She wore a worried expression on her face. Seeing that alone scared me. It wasn't often that she wore that particular facial expression. So something serious must have been going on.
"It's Ester she's here and she's hurt." She said holding out her hand.
"Hurt?" I questioned. Although I was really interested in why she was here in the first place. But it seemed like right now was not the best time to ask that question.
She nodded putting a piece of her hair that had escaped the bun, behind her ear.
"Yeah she's been beaten pretty badly. Bruises, stab wounds, cuts. Leo is the one that found her. He can't heal her, vampire blood isn't working, and no mater how many healing spells I try they fail."
Poor Ester.
I probably should have not felt sympathy for her. I probably should have been happy with the fact that she was in pain.
Given the fact that she's tried to not only kill me two times, but was willing to let Finn torture me. But she was also Klaus' mother. So I couldn't help it.
Couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I wanted to help, despite all of the warning signs going off in my head.
"Has Freya-? I began asking but she shook her head.
"No she hasn't been helping, I don't know if she's just in shock or if she generally just doesn't want to help her mother. And I know that she's not the nicest person in the world. She's tried to kill me and you, break Kol and I up, and destroy her own family that she created. But she is Kol's mother, and a person. She can feel pain and right now she's hurting."
I nodded understanding what she was saying.
"I agree with you. We should help her. But if it were Eva you would understand why-"
"You would want to kill the bitch."
"Ester is not Eva I'm just letting you know-"
"That if she was you wouldn't help, and I completely understand it. I wouldn't help her either, in fact I just might kill her myself." She said surprising me.
"When do we get started?" I asked and Davina pulled me down, hugging me.
"So you'll help me heal Ester?"
I nodded pulling away.
"Of course, now where do I start?"
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Davina Pov
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The room was big but it was also crowded. Or maybe it felt that way because I could feel everybody's eyes on me, well on me and Luna as we tried to heal Ester.
It was a mystery to me why vampire blood wasn't working. Apparently not even an angel could heal Ester and her wounds. Usually I got queasy working around blood. Especially since she wouldn't stop bleeding. No matter how many gauze pads we used, no mater how much force we applied pressure it continues. If Luna hadn't figured out a way to stop it, I'm pretty sure she would have bled out by now.
Luckily Luna had come up with a brilliant idea to stop it.
She crushed up some garlic cloves into a fine powder and gently applied it to some of Esters, deeper cuts and gouges. It was a miracle, she finally stopped bleeding.
"Where did you learn that?" Elijah asked appalled like everyone else in the room, myself included.
"College." She replied still bent over Ester now applying it to the less life endangering wounds that weren't as deep.
"I went to a few lectures about the natural healing powers of plants and herbs." She continued not looking up as she spoke. Still completely focused in her work. I admired her for that. I was so easily distracted especially with Kol in the room. Yet Klaus was here and she remained focused.
"Is there anything else it does?" Kol asked his tone curious. I looked away from Ester and smiled. He always had the cutest expression on his face when he was confused.
"It lessons the chance of infection."
Ester stirred, lazily opening her eyes and mumbling something about "an evil plan, bad man, awful horrible man."
I didn't know what those things meant but hearing her repeat them a dozen times was enough to make me nervous.
Luna noticed this because she hummed lightly.
"Hey D can you check and see if there is any more rosemarry left?" She asked and I nodded walking away from both her and Ester, to the table where vials of herbs laid waiting.
"Rosemarry for what?" Asked Freya it had been the first thing she had said since she came into this room. I might add that she didn't exactly look like the happiest person in the world. No one did but she seemed to be in the worst of moods which was weird. Freya was a very laid back person. Seeing her like this worried me.
"To calm her nerves, and it improves memory. So maybe later when she is questioned she will be able to tell us what happened."
Freya sighed, frustration leaking into her voice. "I highly doubt that she would be able to drink anything right now. If anything needs to be injected into her, I will gladly do it. Why do you care about her pain and comfort?"
Luna's eye brows raised slightly at Freya's tone. "First of all rosemarry works best inhaled. Second of all she was working with Abbraxas. Maybe after fixing her up I can try and get her to tall me what she knows about him."
"No offense Luna but that really isn't the smartest plan." Freya said, I winced at the tension in the room.
"Then what do you suggest I do Freya?" Luna asked speaking in the same tone Freya spoke to her in.
"Let her die, she is of no use to anyone here, besides it's not like she would talk."
"It's worth a try."
"Yeah until she tries to hurt and kill you."
"Trying is better than not doing anything at all. Giving up is not an option."
"Look no offense but could you stop being so selfless. I mean we get it. You are a powerful witch, stop trying to rub it in.
Luna stepped away from Ester putting down the bowel that held the finely crushed garlic clove powder, on a table. She then folded her arms on her chest.
"Could you try to stop being pissed at me for helping your mother. No one is asking you to be here right now, so you can leave whenever you want. I am not trying to fight with you. I know that you hate her but there is no reason to take it out on me. And by the way I am not trying to rub anything in anyone's faces. I am not being selfless. Your mother was working with the man who killed my parents, I am going to do my best to learn more about him. And if helping her is what I have to do then I will, whether you like it or not."
A pen could have dropped and it would have been heard, even by me.
It was very clear to me that I wasn't the only one with high emotions. Luna and Freya appeared to be experiencing this.
Freya sighed. Instead of sounding frustrated and angry she sounded tired and defeated.
"I'll be in my room if any one needs me." Then she left.
Seconds later Ester started coughing, and Luna moved back into her work. Though I could tell her mind was somewhere else.
She had a frown on her face, and her brow was furrowed.
No one was talking now, not since Freya left. They must have sensed the tension in the air.
I didn't agree with what Freya said. Yes everyone knew that Luna was an extremely powerful witch. But she didn't push or rub it in on anyone. Even when she had every right to. Luna was not selfless, at least not all the time. But being selfless was a good thing, that at least everyone I knew did at least once. I mean she is doing this to find out more about the man who killed her parents. I'm pretty sure the Mikealsons and myself included don't necessarily need this information. She did. I mean it's not like she asked to be a witch werewolf hybrid 5th generation or something like that. It's not like she wanted it, but just because she is powerful doesn't mean she doesn't have feelings. I was angry at her. Yes, Freya was my friend to but that was uncalled for.
I would have asked Luna what the blue stuff in that vial in her hand was, or what that black powder was in the bowl.
It's not that I questioned her methods, I was just curious about them. She had gotten a lot farther then Leo and I. This wasoldmagic or at least that's what Monique used to call it. They kind of magic that didn't require latin or saying anything at all. It required knowledge which is something that she didn't have. She used to say how useless it was, and how boring it was to learn, etc...
Yet it didn't appear useless at all. Luna and the help of herb and plant knowledge had managed to single handily brought Ester's heart rate down, stopped her wounds from bleeding, and had calmed her down thinks to the rosemarry candle I had managed to find.
As the minutes went on she hadn't said anything and it was starting to worry me.
"Is that yarrow powder?" I asked before I could stop myself. From what I heard it was rare around here in the city, even some witch and voodoo shops didn't have it. When they did it was already gone, orders already delivered. I've heard good things from it.
"Yes." She replied evenly. She didn't sound mad but she wasn't exactly happy.
"Where-?
"The bayou. I found some growing there."
I nodded marveling at the vial she had handed me. It was grinded up into a fine powder. The highest quality or so I had heard.
I was glad that she was here. Maybe my friend could take some of the weight off of my shoulders, and together we could carry it.
Unfortunately I was having one of my 'clumsy' days. I cut my finger, broke vials, and managed to spill yarrow powder all over myself. It was the only yarrow powder we had available, I felt like bursting into tears right there.
Luna must have noticed that something was wrong because she said, "Hey why don't you go get something to eat, take a break."
Then she looked away from me and at something behind me. It didn't take me long to figure out who it was.
"Darling there is this cafe and it's amazing. I'm sure Luna can handle my mother." Kol said looking over at Luna who nodded once.
As my loving, handsome, supportive boyfriend led me away, I couldn't be more thankful for Luna. She was always looking out for me. She was like the big sister I've never had but always wanted.
The thing with Luna was whenever she did something for you, she never expected anything back. No matter how great the favor was. And I loved her for that, I knew I wasn't the only one who loved her for that reason.
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Mikeal Pov
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After Davina and Kol left Luna bent down to clean up the mess. I was about to step forward but Klaus did before I could.
Reaching down and taking her wrist, stopping her. "I've got it love why don't you go check on Ester."
She sighed as he pulled her up.
Their interaction as brief as it was interested me. Clearly something was going on, but what exactly was it? If anything was going on at all. And what could it possibly be?
He watched her walk away to his mother before cleaning up the mess and going over to Ester's bedside noticing Luna's disturbed expression. Clearly something was wrong, I was about to go check on her myself but he beat me to it.
He always seemed to be doing that. Almost like he wasblockingme from her. Though I was clueless to why he would want to do that. I would never want to hurt the little witch. I would put myself in harms way before letting her get hurt.
"What is it?" he asked, his tone soft. Whenever he spoke to her it was always in this way. Put another in his path and his demeanor would completely change. Almost like he was a different person.
He acted odd around women to, know that I started thinking about it. Not really paying attention to them despite the ridiculous outfits they wore to try and catch his attention. He hasn't went out on any dates. If he did go out with a female it was either Luna, Freya, and Hayley. It seemed like he was ignoring them, like he wasn't interested anymore something else, someone else capturing his attention. And I wanted to know who or what it was.
"It's nothing." Luna replied to his question her voice shaking slightly, her eyes downcast.
He placed a hand on her shoulder, turning her so that she was facing him.
She swallowed thickly before meeting his gaze with watery eyes.
"Not very long ago I was her. Bloody, beaten, cut up, stabbed. I had nobody, no one. Despite all the things she's done to me, to you, and your family I can't help but feel sorry for her. All my life I've been hated because of who and what I am-"
He grabbed her hand and started leading her away from his mother, cutting her off.
"Klaus what are you-"
"Davina is not the only one who needs a break. Do not try to fight me on this love, we both know who will win."
Then they were gone. I frowned and turned to Elijah who seemed to have a peculiar expression on his face, almost like he was trying to hold back a smile.
Marcel and Cami seemed to be experiencing this as well. Damon like I, remained clueless.
I hated not knowing.
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Kol Pov
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The journey to the small cafe at the edge of some other establishments was easy, simple even.
However getting my lovely girlfriend to eat was no easy task.
Luckily I used my superpowers on her.
Mainly the puppy face and the husky voice.
With those two combined I was unstoppable. Meaning I could basically get my little witch to do whatever I wanted.
Though I only used my powers for good.
In this particular case, I had wanted her to eat her cinnamon roll, and to finish drinking her cup of milk. Two things which she had refused to do. After some talking she had downed half of it, but I wanted her to finish all of it. I needed her to. I couldn't have her starving herself simply because she was angry.
Luckily my charm had successfully over powered her stubbornness.
She ate thankfully and didn't even complain when I paid for it. Usually she wouldn't approve, thus leading us into a small disagreement, that was quickly solved with begging and some affection. I was mostly the one begging. Because of it I was theclingyone in our relationship, not that I minded. I was perfectly find with having an arm around her all day, and all night for forever.
The truth was I would let herthinkthat she was paying, when in reality she wasn't.
I would give her the same amount of money back the next day, and she never noticed. Other times I paid ahead of time.
I couldn't help it. I wasthemanandshe wasthewoman.
I was supposed to betheprovider.
The one to grant all of her dreams and wishes. Paying the bill was the only wish of hers I refused to grant. I'd happily clean if she'd let me. I would do anything to please her, anything to make her happy.
I just didn't want her to worry. She worried enough.
We were walking around the Quarter after she had finally finished.
It was quite a nice day for a long walk. The soft sounds of jazz playing, the clear blue sky, the warm weather, the bright shining sun, the cool breeze, simply perfection like the one walking beside me.
It wasn't nearly lunch time yet. Though the streets remained packed and crowded. Sometimes I wish I was Klaus. One look and any passerbyer would have shriveled up right then and there. I however had more pressing matters to think about, then wishing on something that could and would never happen.
I pulled Davina over to a dark blue painted bench. It was under a tree that would provide some shade from the sun's rays, and from the heat.
She immediately turned away from me, and laid against me. Both her legs and feet were crossed, almost reaching the end of the bench. Her head lay on my lap, her long brown hair in a side ways braid.
"It's a lovely day isn't it darling? Perfect for taking photographs hmm..."
She closed her eyes and nodded. "I wish I would have brought my camera, or at least my phone."
It was odd for her to say something like this. Usually she would ask if we could go back to the compound and get her stuff. Today it didn't seem like it was going to be one of those days.
I twirled a piece of her hair between my fingers, that had escaped her braid as I thought for a moment.
"And if you did have your camera, what would you photograph in this specific area."
Her lips twitched briefly before she broke out into a full smile. There it was. I was happy to see that beautiful smile. Having not seen it all day.
"You."
I laughed and of course as always she followed. Making me laugh even harder, happy that I had made her not only laugh and smile but improve her mood.
"Okay doll face and where exactly would you want me?"
She sighed and looked around, sitting up a little as she did. Her head now on my shoulder.
After a while she pointed at a tree planted next to an abandoned brick building. The small structure wasn't crumbling yet but it didn't exactly look sturdy.
It seemed to be a strange place for her to pick. In one way there was to much darkness, yet in another way there would to much light. There was no balance.
"Tell me love, why you picked that particular place when there were others that had perfect lighting and prettier colors."
She laughed lightly, turning around and kissing me on the cheek before going back to the way she was saying.
"Oh Kol baby it's not always about the good lighting or the prettier colors. There's other things that go into a good picture. It doesn't have to look bright and colorful to be a good picture. It's surprisingly not all about the lighting. The three most important things that you want to capture as a photographer is the drama of it, the emotion being displayed, and the story behind it. For example I would have you stand up, with your hands grasping the tree. You wouldn't be smiling, not frowning, but a lost looking expression on your face. You would be dressed in softer blue colors, so you would brighten it up but not to much, just enough. This photograph would represent the struggle to finding balance. You are grasping the tree to keep balance. The light and dark could represent a number of things: light and dark, good and evil, sadness and happiness. The overflow of the shadow and the natural light would sell the story and that's all that really matters in a picture, well to me anyway. Capturing special unique moments, putting that captured moment in a book. Laminated so you could look over it again and again, remembering about that one time..."
The first time I had heard her talk about photography I remember sitting there mouth wide open, gaping at her. I was so shocked. She spoke about it with such passion. She was really truly into it. I believed that she could really have a career out of it, because of her ideas and crazy level of creativity.
I leaned forward brushing my lips against the top of her head.
"Davina Claire, that was the most beautiful descriptive thing I've ever heard in my life. When are you going to go to college and get a degree?"
The smile slowly slipped of her face and she laid her head back on my leg with a huff.
"There's no point I won't make it. No one will ever like my ideas anyway."
"Yes you will make it. And I think your ideas are bloody marvelous and who ever doesn't can go fuck off. If you don't want to be alone I'll go with you."
She opened her eyes and gazed up at me. The smile now back and in full affect.
"Wait, wait hold on! Your telling me that you, Kol Mikealson, will go to college with me if I go?"
I smiled and reached down for her hand, I placed small kisses on the surface of her skin causing her to giggle.
She rarely did but when it happened I treasured it.
I waited patiently for her to catch her breath and to calm down. When she did I finally answered.
"Kol Mikealson will go anywhere with you. Given the fact that you have him wrapped around your little finger. Be it college or a one direction concert. Where else would I go I'm around you all the time and if your gone people will start to come up missing. Ergo I need you to keep me in check."
She loved that band, One Direction. I didn't know why. To me their music mainly consisted off crushes, unrequited loves, very PG, very calm. Personally I preferred my music to be loud, PG-13 rated R, anything but calm. But I'd do it, I would go there for her. Just to see the look on her face. It would be all worth it then. Unfortunately now was not the time for talking about college and one direction, or Harry Styles for that matter ugh ever since I'd heard that she'd had a small crush on him I wanted to rip his bloody heart out. It didn't matter how many times she had assured me that she loved me more and would always choose me in the end. He was"justnicetolookat", her words not mine.
Whether she was trying to hide it or not, she was still upset. I had brought us here to this area, to this bench for some privacy so we could talk. Vent out her anger. I wanted to get rid of it before she couldn't handle it. The last thing I wanted was for her to bottle it up and then break down in the end and lose it.
"Alright as much as I hate to admit it darling, it's time to get real. As much as I would love to talk to you about college and photography art we have more urging present matters to attend to before discussing future plans."
Her mouth formed an "o" shape, causing her to look taken back.
"What do you mean Kol, babe I'm fine-"
I cut her off with a look. Not a harsh one but more of a"Ohreally,"one.
She exhaled sounding tired, but I knew she was anything but. She was an early riser so she couldn't be tired already when it wasn't even the middle of the day yet. I was the one who slept in late, not her.
"What's wrong little dove and don't tell me it's nothing because I am your boyfriend so I know when something is wrong. We've been over this hundreds of times. I see right through you, and you see right through me. So let's not lie to each other, okay?"
She sat up and placed her feet on the ground, and put them next to mine, still crossed over one another. I still don't know how she did it. She could be cute yet serious at the same time.
"Okay fine I'll tell you even though you'll think I'm stupid. It's just what Freya said really bothered me okay. I'm actually kind of mad."
I nodded understanding the reason for her being mad. I was to, I was just able to control it better. I could only imagine how Klaus felt. If he could I wondered if he would've put Freya in her own coffin by now. "Dove you are not stupid and it bothered me to. Just try not to think to hard on it. I'm sure she didn't mean it-
But before I could say anything else my lovely little dove exploded, and turned into a fiery dragon.
"I mean how could she say something like that?! She acted like Luna is some raving bitch! And she's not! And do you know why I know she's not a raving bitch? Because I am not friends with raving bitches! I've personally known one, been related to one, and got bullied by one. I know exactly what a raving bitch is and Luna is nowhere even near that. She's not even that bitchy. In fact she's not bitchy at all. If anyone is being bitchy it's Freya. How is Luna being selfless?! Trying to figure out more about the man who killed her parents! Yeah she's powerful but that doesn't mean that she rubs it in anyone and everyone's faces! I mean come on! Even if she did she has every right to. Especially what she went through as a kid! She has every right to act anyway she wants to! What she's just supposed to sit and look pretty, be quiet!"
The people across the street could hear her, which is why they gave her odd looks and glances. I didn't care. I wasn't sure that she cared at the moment either, I didn't know if she had even noticed them, with all the anger currently inside of her little body. Normally she would have to pull me away from a fight, the roles had now been switched, at least for today. I might have to pull her away this time, I wasn't sure how I felt about that.
Was it wrong of me to feel excited?
"It's not fair Kol! Having people say things to her like that all the time. It's not just your sister. It's Marcel's vampires, wolves from her pack, witches from covens. People in general. People who don't really know her, just spreading lies and making assumptions that are far from the truth. Do you know how many times she gets called easy, or a ho a week. Just because of the way she looks. She didn't even tell me any of this, I just overheard it. That's sad, Kol do you know how sad that is. She does nothing just sits there and takes it. Well I'm sick of it! She's not a pushover, okay. She can take care of herself, she's done it before. She just for some reason chooses not to. Proving to be a better person while everybody else is being the asshole that they are!"
I rubbed her back gently, trying to soothe her. "Shh love, I know that it's not fair, trust me. I know what Freya said was wrong-"
"Damn right wrong! I mean she's my best friend, like the sister I've always wanted but never had-"
"Darling I know trust me, I'm not happy either. She's my best friend too." I said trying to get her to see that I agreed with her.
I loved Freya, she was my older sister. I loved Luna to. Just because Freya was my sister didn't change the fact that what she said was wrong and uncalled for. I was 100% sure that my brothers Nik, and Elijah would agree with me. Rebekah would to, if she would have been there.
"Breathe." I said trying to get her to calm down.
Apparently she didn't seem to have any plans of calming down because she angrily leapt up from our shared bench.
"Listen I need a minute to myself..." She said trailing off waiting for me to say something.
I nodded and she walked off into the crowd. I waited a few minutes before following her.
No way was I going to let her go out alone. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't protect her? Even when she didn't want me to, I still had to do my job.
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Luna Pov
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I couldn't help but be surprised as he led me to the kitchen. I was oh so thankful, that he had taken me out of there. Away from everyone.
Seeing Ester laying there took me back to where I was her, and nobody was there for me. Those who were didn't help, they only caused me more pain and suffering.
They lived to cause me pain, to make my life a living hell just for their personal enjoyment.
I wasn't entirely sure that I wasn't going to cry.
If I did I would be okay with it. I was with Klaus now.
He had seen me cry many times, and I was sure that if I did cry then it wouldn't be last. I wasn't exactly comfortable crying around him, but I would rather do it in front of him then everyone else.
I sat on one of the few stools that surrounded the island. The smooth marble was cold, and I was already a little chilly so I decided against putting my hands on it's cool surface.
Klaus made his way to the tall stain-less steel fridge.
With curious eyes I watched as he got eggs, a block of cheese, and other food items that I couldn't quite catch. As I was still trying not to cry.
I decided that I just had to go change. I never understood how Davina and Rebekah could wear these types of shirts.
As quietly as I could manage I got off the stool and tried to walk past the kitchen to being my journey upstairs.
Before I neared my end Klaus appeared in front of me. His arms at his sides.
Today he was wearing his usual black leather jacket, dark jeans, and a dark gray long sleeved shirt. I wanted to melt right then and there. I loved it when he wore darker colors. It brought out the blue of his eyes. His hair was more tousled then it usually was. It made me wonder how soft it felt. He had the most interesting hair, I wanted to see it longer. See the distinction in his dirty blonde curls. Not past his shoulders or anything but longer then it was now. Not that I minded because it looked really great I just wondered how different he would look. I know that my feelings wouldn't change. I didn't like Klaus just because of his looks. There was so much more to him. Even though he was devastatingly beautiful. I had feelings for him because he was kind to me. He was one of the first people I had met outside of the witches cemetery. One of the first ones I had bonded with. Our first real conversation had been a little on the intense side. Right from the start we exchanged memories of being abused. Things you didn't share with just anyone. From the very first day and nigh I just knew we were going to have something special. Whether it's the bond of friendship or something else I don't know. Days like this I am thankful to have him. I thought that this was just a silly teenage girl crush thing but as I got older, and as the weeks passed this was starting to become more serious and not as silly as before.
"Hold on love, where are you going? I'm making you breakfast."
I couldn't stop my mouth from opening a little at that. He was making me breakfast. Unbelievable. Not unbelievable in the bad way but unbelievable in the really really good way.
Niklaus.Mikealson.
The original hybrid.
Was.Making.Me.Breakfast.
Internal scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I didn't even know he could cook. But then again what couldn't he do?
Eventually I realized I would have to explain myself but first I had to finish dying on the inside.
Ugh he was so great, no he was freaking amazing all the time. Like my personal hero. He was there to save me, protect me, support me, and to cheer me up whenever I got down.GodIlovedhimsomuch.
"I'm not leaving I promise I'm just going to change, this shirt isn't working as well as I hoped it would."
"What do you mean love you look fine. You should wear that shade of blue more often it brings out the green in your eyes."
I smiled and looked down at my feet, knowing full well that I was blushing.
"Thanks, I'm just a little cold."
He smirked and shrugged off his leather jacket, before slipping it over my own shoulders.
I shivered. Feeling the warmness of his jacket.
Mmmm he was so warm, and he smelled sooo good. "Thank you Klaus I-" I started out saying but he gently shushed me. I had to resist the urge to shiver again. It was getting to the point where I couldn't control my body around him.
What was the next thing I was going to do, kiss him?
I almost choked on air when he reached down and took my hand, turning it over. Examining it.
"How is your hand?"
He asked and it took me a moment to realize he was talking about when I had my little accident with the glass bowel.
"There's not even a scar thanks to you."
He chuckled lightly. "You forget that your blood has it's own healing properties. Mine simply just sped up the process."
"Oh that's right sometimes I forget that all of my scars are on the inside." I said without thinking. I looked up to find that the smirk was gone. His light expression all but vanished, he looked mad.
"You won't be getting any new ones any time soon. I'll never let anyone hurt you again. If they attempt to hurt you they won't be able to attempt to do it ever again. I promise that you'll never have to go through that hell, I won't allow it."
One, two, three.
Tears were streaked down my cheeks as I struggled to retain my composure.
"Don't promise me that." I said as he pulled me into his chest.
"Why I want you to know that I mean it."
I lightly shook my head.
"No I know you mean it. You will never know how thankful I am for you. Don't promise me that you'll protect me or keep me safe because I know you will. You always have. There isn't a doubt in my mind about you."
He sighed brushing a few strands of my hair out of my face as he stepped back.
"I'm glad to hear that love but it would make me feel better if I promise to never let anyone lay there hands on you again."
I wasn't trying to be mopey, but what Freya had said really affected me, and it brought up some bad memories. I admit I did feel better hearing him promise that no would would hurt me again.
But how long would he be able to keep that promise.
I know he would never let me down but I'm not the only person he has to protect. I didn't say anything else, just grateful for him being here with me. I'm not going to lie him making me breakfast had also made me cry. He was so sweet.
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"Where is your brother and Jake?" He asked his back turned to me. He wouldn't let me see what he was making.
I didn't think it was fair, and as the minutes went on I couldn't help but grow more curious.
"The last time I saw them they were on the couch in my room, passed out."
"I guess the three of you had a late night talking."
I frowned there seemed to be some emotion in his voice, I just couldn't tell what it was.
"It was mainly them, I don't remember falling asleep but I woke up trapped between them."
I sat up straighter as he walked towards me with a plate. Looking down I was not disappointed to see an omelet.
I had never seen anything like it. That was a good thing because it looked amazing.
It was like he had set a rainbow in front of me.
The egg itself was a soft yellow. The cheese inside was a vibrant orange. Green, red, and purple peppers were embed on the outside, with some ham as well. It smelled heavenly.
He then set a cup of warm coffee in front of me. With sugar and milk instead of creamer, just the way I liked it. I couldn't believe that he remembered. The mug was a blue and green, I smiled and now the rainbow was complete.
"So what do you think?" He asked grabbing a stool and sitting next to me. I tensed unintentionally. It's not that I was uncomfortable it's just I wasn't used to him being this close him. Not that I minded. He could get as close to me as he wanted. Not that anyone had to know that.
"It's beautiful, a work of art really." I said and he laughed lightly. "Come on, it can't look that good."
"But it does. This is incredible and I am so thankful. I almost don't want to eat it because it's so beautiful."
He stood up and leaned forward kissing me on the cheek. "As much as I would love to stay here with you, I need to go converse with Marcel's vampires apparently they are misbehaving."
I smiled widely, feeling like crying I was so happy.
"Thank you for everything again. I wish I could return the favor."
His expression turned confused.
"Make you something to eat." I elaborated and he shrugged.
"I'm sure that it would be fine." He said and I laughed shaking my head. Imagining the horror on his face.
"No I like you better alive."
He laughed and nodded and smiled at me once before leaving.
I slumped down on the stool. Not caring about my posture now that he had left.
After taking two sips of my coffee, I unwillingly cut into the omelet. I hated having to destroy this beautiful piece of art that he had made me.
It tasted as good as it looked. Maybe even better.
After finishing the omelet and my cup of coffee I started doing my dishes.
I was thinking about Freya and why she was acting this way.
It wasn't like her to act this way.
I dried of my hands and decided that I was just going to go talk to her.
Maybe she didn't want to talk to me. I for one didn't really want to talk to her right now because of what she had said, I could only imagine the things that she wanted to say but didn't. I wasn't looking for trouble, and I definitely wasn't looking to be hurt again.
Over the years I had learned many things. Forgotten most, and remembered some.
There was always the one that stuck though.
It was better to try and fail, then to not try at all.
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Cami Pov
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After getting off the phone with Caroline I decided to just sit down and take a breather for a minute.
I think I deserved that, a break no matter how small or big it might be. After all I was only human. I needed some time to myself to have a fewhumanmomentsto myself. I needed time to wrap my mind around everything that had happened recently. I still haven't completely wrapped my head around my boyfriend being this immortal being, yet I'm with him, the mortal.
Not that I didn't love the supernatural world because I did. I happened to love almost all of the people in it. Saying someone was dead didn't really mean anything. The simple fact was the could be brought back, just like that. I couldn't help but think about my brother and my uncle. I wonder how different things would be. Would they approve of Damon? Would they be over protective? These are questions I will never have the answers to, things I will never know.
Damon and I were doing great.
Better than we had been doing these past few weeks. Despite the crazy upside-down roller coaster it's been these past few weeks.
Especially since our conversation this morning.
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flash back
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Waking up before Damon was something I did very rarely. When I did manage to wake up before him I would watch him sleep.
Call me crazy, a psycho, or a lunatic if you'd like but I don't care. Watching him sleepis one of my favorite things to do.
An outsider, a person on the outside looking in wouldn't understand. They didn't know him, I did.
When Damon was sleeping he was peaceful, almost childlike in a way. Thebadguypersona that he had developed over the years would disappear.
It allowed me to see who he really was.
The man I had fallen in love with, and not the one that he put on for show.
Yes, Damon could be thebadguy, the villainof the story.
But what many people didn't know was that Damon could be other things.
Yes, he could be thegoodguy, the heroine of the story if he wanted to.
On our first date, or rather outing he had shown me his gentler side.
Which according to his brother he had never done that beforeexcept a few times.
After we got to know each othera little better he show cased his other side. Thebadguyone. I liked it thethrillof being with someone who could rip me in half if he got tired of me. It wasdangerous. Every time I thought of him my heart would beat a little faster. It wasfun. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard with anyone else.
Despite the danger I kept going back. Even with everyone's warnings. I was glad that I did because if I hadn't then we wouldn't be together.
These thoughts ran through my head as I continued to play around with his raven black hair. I couldn't help it.
It's not my fault that it was so silky. And what was I supposed to do ignore it?
He sighed and I knew it wouldn't be long before he woke up.
Seconds later his bright blue eyes flew open.
I stopped, expecting him to be annoyed but he wasn't. Instead he grabbed my hands and started kissing them softly before moving to my face, and neck.
I giggled as he started to kiss my arms.
Usually I didn't but Damon was often able to get me to do things that I usually wouldn't do. Like get my nails done, wear heels ( wear any shoe besides combat boots), wear frilly dresses, curl my hair. Normally I wouldn't care but for him I did. I cared a lot, maybe enough to the point where it was considered unhealthy but I wasn't complaining.
"Give me 5 years." He said suddenly stopping what he was doing. He was now hovering over me, supporting his weight on his hands that were on either side of me.
5 years. Give him 5 years what was he talking about? It couldn't be-
The look in his eyes told me that it was.
I shook my head, horrified. I was already a little older than him.
"2." He said laughing as he said this.
He already knew my answer.
I put my hands on his chest and pushed hard enough to roll him over, so now that I was on topof him. Unlike him I didn't hover, I put all my weighton him. Knowing full well that he could move me if he wanted to. And it wasn't like I was hurting him.
He smiled lazily, placing his hands on my sides. "You are so stubborn."
I leaned down now on my elbows, tugging on his ear with my teeth causing him to shiver. Even though he was a vampire and I was mortal I had some power over him.
"Yeah but isn't that one of the things you like about me."
"Like? Don't you mean love?"
I nodded now sitting up.
"Camille O'Connell, I swear to you that if you give me one more year, I'll turn you myself."
I tilted my head to the side, letting my inner psychiatrist take over.
"Are you serious or are you playing a game?"
He sat up, pulling me with him.
"I like to play games Camille, but I'd never play them with you."
"And why is that?" I asked trying to stay focusedand trying to ignore the warm feeling that was building in my chest. When anyone else called me by my full name I would grow annoyed. I wasCami, notCamille. But when he said my name I wasn't annoyed, I liked it, no I loved it.
"With you I prefer to me more serious, more adult and less childlike."
I nodded satisfied with his answer.
"And you'll do it yourself. Give me your blood and then kill me. In a year?"
Damon flinched at the world kill but he always did that around me. "Yes I'll do it myself if that is what you want, and I promise to make it as painless as possible."
I nodded, not caring that I had already started crying.
"Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong? I thought this is what you wanted?" He asked wipingmy tears away.
I sucked in a deep breath. "It's just that I'm so happy."
The look on his face told me that he wanted a better explanation then me being happy.
"It is what I want. Nothing is wrong, I swear. It's just that in a year I'm going to be like you, and I am going to be with you hopefully forever."
He smirked and I looked down saying, "Well as long as you'll want me,I mean sure maybe some day a hundred years from now you'll get-"
He quietly shushed me before putting a finger on my mouth.
"I'll always want you. I just have to hope that you'll be able to tolerate me."
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end of flash back
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Now my days as a human, as a mortal were numbered.
When he had confirmed that he was going to be the one to do it I thought of doing a countdown on my calendar. I decided against it in the end.
He was downstairs speaking with Marcel's vampires apparently they were screwing up.
Despite us being apart I was happy that we were back to normal again.
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Damon Pov
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Marcel's vampires weren't very appealing. They were continuously breaking things around the compound and for the most part were very rude.
When I had first walked in and started talking about how they needed to have respect, they simply ignored me and continued to do what ever they had been doing before I had first come in.
I was thankful that Klaus had walked in because they had all shut up.
He like me, seemed to be amused by this.
"So I hear that most of you have an attitude problem. Right now I could be somewhere else doing other important things. Yet here I am with you lot because you haven't been behaving. Who would like to shed some light on the situation?" Klaus said holding his arms out.
It wasn't hard to tell that he was irritated.
As the large group murmured Klaus walked over to me, his hands behind his back.
"How is Luna?" I asked and he briefly looked at me before looking at the vampires in front of him.
"Eating for the first time of the day, after that she will most likely go talk to Freya who is currently residing in her room."
I frowned. "Why do you think she's going to go talk to your sister?"
"Because if Freya had said something like that to me I would want to talk to her too."
I muttered "true,"agreeing with him. "But she's okay right?" I asked trying to show him how worried I was without expressing it in front of all of these ears. I didn't want them to know how soft I was when it came to her.
He nodded wordlessly, his gaze focused on the group of vampires.
The whispers had stopped.
A burly vampire with tattoo's stepped forward. "Why she would we answer to you?" He asked his voice deep and gravely.
Before Klaus could reply, Marcel walked in.
"Marcus, Marcus come on we've been over this! Klaus and I share New Orleans-"
"There should only be one King, and if you should have anybody by your side you should get that Labonair girl."
"Ooh that one thick girl that's always got that little heart necklace."
"I hear she's legal now..."
"Whoa whoa, whoa Hey!" I shouted gathering everyone's attention.
"Nobody is getting her!" I shouted despite the fact that it was quiet in the room I was filled with anger. If any of them man, woman, beast, vampire tried together I was going to torture them, and kill them. I wanted them to know that, I wanted everyone too.
Luna was my girl, and no one else's. I didn't care if she was legal or not. They needed to back off.
No I wasn't her biological father but I was the closest thing to a father she would ever have. So I intended to put fear in the hearts of anyone who so much as looked at her. Klaus and Marcel stood stony faced as the large group laughed, Marcus included. I was not amused, in fact there laughter angered me.
"No no he's serious and so are we. Luna is not up for grabs for anyone." Marcel said and a couple of vampires snickered.
"Why so you can keep her between yourselves? Not that we would blame you because we would want that under lock and key to."
I didn't bother to hide how I felt, it seemed that Klaus didn't either. Marcel seemed to be hiding his anger very well, but I could see it simmering on the surface.
"Listen well all of you. Keep talking like that about her and I will rip out your tongues one by one. While the other's run those standing by will be forced to watch it. Trust me when I say that you cannot out run me."
"What are you to her any way? Must be more than a friend they way you actin'?" Asked some idiot in the back.
Klaus went to them of course.
Wasting no time he slammed the speaker against the walls.
I smiled for the first time while being in this room. Seeing the tatted up tall guy squirming under Klaus' strength was a sight I would like to see any day.
"Here's a little back story for those of you who don't know Luna is technically my god child. Her father was my best friend, her mother to. I don't care that she is 18. Her being legal in the states doesn't mean anything to me. This is my city, Klaus' city. If we say not to talk to someone we mean it. If we tell you to back off, we mean it. This is Klaus' city as much as it is mine. I didn't pick you. Every one in this room chose me and Klaus. This side of the war. You weren't threatened, or compelled to join us. The least you could do is show some respect. And in return you get our protection. But if it's you causing the problems then you get what you deserve. Now Klaus is there anything you would like to add?"
Klaus though was busy cutting off the air supply of that tatted up guy that had said something about him and Luna being more than friends.
"Luna is not just a Labonair, a member of the crescent pack, or a hybrid. She is also a Mikealson. Not necessarily a by blood but family is more than just blood. Deeper. However whatsheisto me is none of your concern? It isn't any of your business because perusing her would be the last thing you ever did. Think of messing with her as the last straw, or the death penalty. This isn't a joke or a game. Talk to her and your dead. Touch her and your dead. Think of her in a perverted way and your dead. Talk about with yourselves about how you want to do things to her. Look at her a certain way and I will tear you limb from limb. I don't care if you are male or female."
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Freya Pov
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"How could you the oldest of of us Mikealson's, fall?"
"I didn't fall Finn, I was taken away. There's a difference." I said defending myself. Here I was trying to convince my brother to be good to help me just this once for our sister, Rebekah. It was quickly proving to be difficult, impossible.
"You are on the wrong side dear sister. If you ask nicely I might just take you in."
I shook my head, he was unbelievable. I thought he could redeem himself. I thought he could be good. But I was wrong.
Being wrong so many had knocked down my confidence level to the point where I didn't want to do anything else but hide in my room, curled up in a ball under blankets. I couldn't do that though, it was to late for that. Lives were at stake.
"Take me in? And then what Finn, run away with you? Leave my brothers, leave my friends, leave Rebekah for dead?"
He nodded and I could see a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Did he really think that I was just going to leave?
If he did, he was about to find out that he was wrong.
"Luna is quite interesting, yeah? Our family has grown attached to her. They chose her over me. I was killed simply because she didn't like me. What's going to happen when she doesn't like you? I'm sure Nik already has a coffin waiting for you."
"Your wrong. What you did was wrong and you got exactly what you deserved. Nik would never put me in a coffin because I am not stupid enough to give him the means to do so." Finn said nothing so I continued. A new different plan, formulating in my head. One that didn't involve my younger brother.
I could see it now. Involving him could be possibly catastrophic. Taking him away would be better for everyone, even me.
"Everyone was right about you, I can see that now. I should have never brought you in on this in the first place. That's my fault, I'll take the blame for that. I'm not going to let you hurt anyone else. After I deal with Eva, I'll figure out what to do with you but until that time comes you are going to remain here."
He stood his head held up high. "You think I'm just going to stay quiet-"
My brother was cut off, by being thrown into my closet. When the door shut I was surprised to see Vincent behind me.
Yes I had known that he was in the room with Finn and I, but never would I have expected for him to do something like that. I thought he was still weak from not using his magic for so long. But he was stronger than I had given him credit for.
I guess today was"Freya underestimates and get's everybody and everything wrong."
"Sorry about that it's just I was getting real tired of hearing him run his mouth." He said sitting back down as if nothing had just happened. Even though he had said it, he didn't sound all that sorry. Not that I was angry at him for doing that. I was actually a little grateful, because now I didn't have to.
"Me too. The being tired of hearing him run his mouth part. Everyone was right about him yet I refused to believe that he could really be like that. I guess I was wrong." I said speaking so low I could barely hear myself. But he had somehow heard me.
"Not everybody can be right all the time. We all make mistakes, so try to not let it eat you up on the inside like it did me."
Before I could get the chance to reply there were a few knocks on my door.
Vincent sat up straighter, more tense then before.
I looked back at him one last time before opening the door.
Inside of it's thresh-hold stood Luna. Usually when I saw her I felt happy but now all I could feel was guilt for what I had said to her.
She probably thought that I hated her even though it was the exact opposite. I loved her. Like family, like a sister.
Ester being back had pushed me off the edge. It was wrong of me to do it but I released some of the pent up anger and frustration on Luna. I didn't intend to do it, it just came out.
"Look I know I'm probably the last person you want to see right now but something's wrong. I can feel it. I am not going to leave until I find out what it is. Your acting weird and I get that your upset over your mother but I'm not just going to let her die. I mean you have to understand that what if it were you or me on that bed down there? Would you feel differently?"
"Of course I would feel differently.I know I get that now. I just got so angry at my mother being there and I'm worrying about Rebekah. I know that isn't an excuse because I never should have said those things to you in the first place. You make great plans even in the worst of situations and you are wicked smart. You are a strong person. Going through what you did would make anyone else weak. Being a strong person makes you a stronger witch, don't play down on it. Don't hide who you are. I know that you don't rub anything in anyone's faces. I didn't mean anything I said, I promise. Can you forgive me?"
She folded her arms over her chest. Her facial expression still the same.
"I will considerate but first you have to tell me who that guy is in your room."
Damn, I forgot how observant she was. Kol had been right she doesn't miss a thing.
Vincent must have either sensed or heard trouble because he was suddenly behind me with his hand held out.
"Hi, I am Vincent Griffith, you don't know me but I knew your parents. Madeline Halliwell and Jason Labonair. I even watched over you a couple of times for them. It's an honor to meet you miss."
Luna stepped into the room and shook Vincent's hand. Her expression softening.
"It's nice to meet you Vincent and you can call me Luna. Now be honest with me who do I look like more?" She asked stepping further to the room, I closed the door, looking down the hallway before doing so.
"I would say that you are a combination of both of them. Though from a distance you look like your mother."
There was a silence in the room before I broke it. Now it was time to tell her why Vincent was really here.
"Luna I switched-"
"Vincent and Finn around, yeah I know. Had a premonition on my way up here. It's funny how when I don't need to have one they happen all the time. But when I need one it's almost impossible to get one. Now who is going to let me in on this so called plan?"
We've been talking for an hour at the most, and all of us were basically spit balling ideas. Trying to see who had the best one.
"Going to her location could be risky. She could have people there, enemies of ours. And we would be walking in on a trap. She would have the advantage."
"But we would have the element of surprise." I said trying to rationalize with Luna and Vincent but even I could see that they were right, I just didn't want to admit it. My pride getting in the way.
"Yes we would have the element of surprise, that is an advantage a good one. The problem is will it be enough? She could have more advantages then disadvantages at this point we don't know." Vincent said and I nodded agreeing with him. So far neither of them had been wrong, I was the one who was making all the mistakes, causing all the problems and mess ups.
"I know but what else can we do. Today may be the only chance to get Rebekah back. I don't want to lose her."
Luna sighed. "Listen I don't want to lose her either but we're just going to have to do it another way. Make up another plan, together. Have you told Elijah and Klaus about this-"
"No."
She furrowed her brows. Confusion showing through her features.
"Why they could help us?"
"I was actually hoping we could lie." I said and Luna's reaction was not like I had wanted it to be.
"Lie?" She asked appalled looking between me and Vincent.
Vincent nodded. Agreeing with me.
"Don't think of it as lying. Think of it as protecting them. The less people we have with us the better. Smaller groups can hide better than larger groups."
She shook her head. Still not convinced.
"No I can't, I can't lie to them."
"Luna come one just one little lie."
She scoffed.
"One little lie. How are the three of us supposed to carry Rebekah's body to wherever Eva is. I'm strong but not that strong. Neither of you understand. Klaus and Elijah are the ones that saved me from the witches. They took me out of the cemetery. Allowed me to stay with them. Fed me, clothed me, gave me anything and everything I wanted, they were kind to me. Protected me even though they didn't have to. They were there for me when I literally had no one. How could I lie to them after all they've done for me? That would be betraying them."
"What about my sister?" I asked even though I knew it was a low blow.
"What about how I feel and what I believe in? I love Rebekah and I will do what ever it takes to save her. I will not lie to Elijah and especially not Klaus.
"Lie for Rebekah." I said thinking of every possible card I could pull.
But I had forgotten how relentless Luna was.
Normally being relentless was a good thing. Especially when fighting for your life but not when you were trying to convince someone of something.
"I can't do that either. Rebekah wouldn't want me to hurt her brothers. And if I lie that is exactly what's going to happen. Relationships are built on trust among other things, and if I break that trust then I'll have to start all over, again. That's even if they would ever be willing to trust me again. Which is doubtful I mean because if I lied to them before, why wouldn't I do it again? I'm not going to risk that on the off chance that we might succeed in getting her back."
There was a loud cracking sound and then this whooshing sound that was almost like wind. I saw Luna's eyes widen before feeling a sharp pain at my side. Almost like I was being stabbed with something.
I heard a laugh, and I recognized it to be Finn's voice.
I could feel warm liquid spilling from my side to my legs. Hands were on my shoulders, roughly pushing me down onto the floor of my bed room. I winced, weakly dragging my hand where I was feeling the sharp pain, and when I pulled my hand and put it to the light away I saw blood, and lots of it. It was dripping of my fingers, I could feel my own blood spilling out of me and pouring around me. Before I could even begin to fear for my life black spots danced in my vision and then there was nothing.
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Luna Pov
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I snapped myself out of the daze I was in. I had to do something. Freya was on the ground, having been pushed by Finn. She was bleeding. The bright red color seeping into the wood floor, staining it.
I knelt my hands at her side trying to stop some of the bleeding, by applying pressure.
Looking over at Vincent I mentioned for him to come help he did. Shouting something at me before I was pushed.
My back hit the wall first. It hurt, but not enough to put me down, so I got back up. Finn was obviously the one who did it. Vincent was looking between me and Freya, his hands at her side like mine had been, trying to stop the bleeding.
"Oh Luna Luna Luna. You never learn! I am faster and much stronger then you. It doesn't matter what body I am in, that's the way it's always going to be." He said as he approached me. Pretty soon he was pressing me up against the wall to the point where it hurt. My hands were being held by his, I was trapped between the wall and his body.
Other wise I would have hit him by now. Of course I could have used my powers but I wasn't sure they were working right now. Given the fact that they weren't working yesterday.
I didn't want Finn to know that, if he found out I'd be in a lot more trouble then Iwasnow.
"Being stronger and faster doesn't always make you better." I said and he smirked before pressing me harder into the wall. I clenched my jaw. Wanting to keep quiet so he didn't know that he was hurting me.
"And what darling is better then being strong and fast?"
I closed my eyes and remembered what Mikeal said about corners and if I was ever in one.
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flashback
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"Don't push back. No offense my little witch but whoever's got you in a corner is most likely stronger than you."
"Okay so if I don't push back then what do I do?" I asked wondering why he has said not to push back.
Pushing back had saved me back at the house, the one that I had set on fire.
"Look at your surroundings. If you see a knife or an object that could cause someone harm pick it up and use it. How ever if you're hands are trapped use your knees and legs..."
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end of flashback
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"Being smarter." I replied and before he could push me further into the wall I brought my knee up between his legs.
I wouldn't have gotten a better shot from far away but since he was pressed so tightly against me, I used that against him. Mikeal would have been proud.
The grip on my hands was gone as he sunk to his knees holding himself, moaning and groaning in pain. I ran past him and to Vincent who had somehow stopped her bleeding, using magic. If he hadn't I was fairly sure that she would be dead. She wasn't a vampire or a hybrid like her siblings she was just a powerful witch, not immortal.
"Get yourself and Freya out of here. And go get help." I said watching as Finn rolled around on the ground in obvious pain. I didn't feel a half an ounce of sympathy for him.
1. He had stabbed his own sister, who happens to be a good friend of mine. I had a problem with that.
2. He had hurt me before and he had hurt me again.
3.He was a real dick, and he got what he deserved.
"Look Luna I know we just met not the long ago but I am not leaving you with this animal. I knew your parents. They wouldn't want me to leave their little girl."
I sighed watching as he slowly rose to his feet, holding onto the wall for support.
"Vincent I really appreciate that right now but at least get Freya out of here, get help and then come back. Please for me?"
He only grunted in response and scooped Freya up as if she was a child.
I turned just in time to see Finn behind me. He moved to his arm to hit me but I ducked, punching him. I took a deep breath and stepped back while Finn remained dazed. Klaus' name was on the tip of my tongue when a hand wrapped around my neck.
"You can think Freya for this, if she's still alive which is unlikely. I thought it would be just splendid if I could have you all to myself. I plan to work with her, the girl Eva to kill my family while making you watch. I'll kill her afterwords and then I'll have you all to myself, just imagine all the things I could do to you. We would have forever together. No Elijah, no Damon, and no Niklaus..."
My hands went to his trying to pry them off of my throat. He was too strong. My feet were left to dangle freely as he held me up in the air. It was like he was taunting me. Bragging about his strength without actually saying anything. I was strong. Not strong enough to do this to someone but that didn't mean I was weak. As Cole had said inside strength is more important than outside strength. I could feel myself slipping away from lack of air. There was a burning fire in my chest. Not like the warmth I felt when Klaus was around me this burned, this hurt. My eye's were watering from the pain but Finn must have assumed that I was crying because he smiled widely. I forced myself to look away from him, luckily there was a small dagger on the table.
Without hesitation I picked it up and before he could realize what was happening I cut his face and then proceeded to stab it in his chest. No where near his heart but he was at least wounded.
He yelled angrily as I crawled away on one hand, clutching my throat with the other, trying to remember how to breathe. Being strangled and having an anxiety attack at the same time was not a good combination. I wasn't scared for my life but for Freya's and the rest of the Mikealsons'. He had the white oak stake, Finn did. Inside of his jeans pocket. I was terrified. Not because if they were gone no one would protect me but because I loved them and I didn't want to lose them. I had already lost so much, I couldn't lose them to.
I screamed when Finn pulled me back by my shirt. I was so close to the hallway, the door was already thankfully open.
I held onto the wood of the doorway as he pulled.
He pulled so hard that my shirt had begun to rip, and eventually it was gone all together. Leaving me in my bra and jeans.
"Come on love, don't put up such a fight. I promise that you'll grow to love me over time." He said trying to stop his face from bleeding. My aim hadn't been so bad after all. The cut on his face was deep, just barely missing his eyes.
Finn made no noise of pain when he pulled the dagger out of his chest.
Maybe I hadn't hurt him at all, maybe I hadn't even stunned him in the first place.
"Screw you." I said now resting on my elbows. It's not like I could get up and run. He'd just catch me again. The last thing I wanted was for him to drag me around on the floor like a rag doll, again. In order to run I had to think of a way to outsmart him and really hurt hum so that Icouldrun away. I wanted to get that white oak stake away from him. I could have already been there and done that but I didn't have my powers. I was starting to think that I was useless without them. I could fight, I knew I could. Not anyone could just beat Mikeal in sparring. He wasn't going hard on me yet he wasn't going easy. I didn't know why I couldn't fight now.
He laughed after cleaning up some of the blood off his hands from his face.
"Oh my dear you have no idea how much I want to screw you." Finn said taking small steps towards me while I scrambled back only to hit a wall. He had me trapped,again.
"Come on now love get up. I want to see how much you've grown."
"You disgust me." I replied and he pulled me up and put me up against the wall. He ran his hand along my arm then back up to my chest. I recoiled and attempted to push him away but again he was to strong.
Finn hummed hungrily looking over my body. I would have covered myself but he had me restrained, his one hand holding the both of mine above my head. His legs were pressing on mine, preventing me from kicking him.
"I wonder how much it would piss Niklaus off if I marked you up?" I glared at him as I struggled to get out of his hold.
To my surprise he backed off.
"Yeah I think that's what I'm going to do, we could always play later. Sorry about this sweetheart, it's nothing personal." He ripped the necklace off my neck, breaking the chain, I cried out not from pain but from sadness. That was the only thing left I had from my mother, now he was just going to take it away.
Before I could take my next breath he hit me.
In the ribs, the stomach. My arms, my legs, my face. Basically my whole body just became a punching bag for Finn.
He didn't stop.
I didn't ask him to.
No way was I going to plead or beg for him to do anything...ever...
He just kept going.
Again, again, and again.
I couldn't breathe and he wouldn't let up. Just over and over again.
If his plan was to mark me up he succeed. I could feel the bruises starting to form. I wasn't bleeding until he hit me in my mouth. Choking on my blood was something I hand't done in a while. It was worse than I had remembered. The burning pain re-appeared this time in my lungs. Then there was shouting the voice was not who I had hoped it would be. But nonetheless it was a person maybe they could get Finn off and away from me.
Finn was somehow thrown into the wall, so hard that he had went threw it.
I allowed myself to sink to the floor while going into a coughing fit. Having him hit me so many times had made me numb. I could feel the soreness accompanied with the sharp pains. Everything hurt. My throat hurt most of all. That was most likely because he had wrapped his hand around my neck, quite a few times, tightening his grip to see how much I would squirm each time. A few times I had almost passed out from lack of oxygen. He never let me rest, he just kept going and going.
A hand came down on my back. Not hard enough to hurt me but enough to get my own blood out of my lungs. Though I still winced from the contact, my back was bruising too. Just like the rest of my body.
I looked up to see Vincent. He had a worried expression on his face. A pang shot through my chest, what if something had happened to Freya? What if she had died? What if I was dying?
"Oh my god, what did he do? Are you okay? Luna?"
I coughed again trying to get my throat to open up, however it only made things worse. I had again made myself go into another one of those coughing fits. Even with Vincent's steady hand on my back I couldn't stop. When I finally did I grabbed on to him, taking deep breaths, well as deep as my closed throat would allow.
"I can't breathe. Finn. White-oak stake. Mikealsons in danger..." I wanted to say more but I had used most of my air supply and all of the energy that was left in my body. The last thing I remember is falling against him and him catching me. Saying something over and over again that sounded like "no."
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Marcel Pov
...
Being interrupted during a meeting is something that I always hated.
This time instead of being angry I was surprised to see Vincent Griffith. Even a little shocked that he was covered in blood that was clearly not his.
"Help! Luna and Freya are hurt-"
Immediately Klaus and Elijah were by his side Damon as well.
I nodded at Josh and he led the vampires away, to somewhere else where we could have privacy to discuss what had happened.
More words were exchanged and the five of us were rushing up the stairs.
He led us into Freya's room which was filled with the smell of blood. A blue shirt like the one Luna had been wearing lay in shreds near the door. Finger dents could be seen in the doorway, almost like someone had been holding on for dear life.
Luna was still, to still.
Her chest moved but it was to short to be normal for her.
Maybe that had been why Damon was on his knees, holding her head in his lap. Elijah had his hand on Klaus' shoulder, he had this lost look on his face.
Her curly hair was fanned out on the floor, the blood on the floor making it darker then it really was. Her skin was it's usual shade of brown but parts of it were red, and purple. Bruises.
Bruises covered her. Some on her face, chest, arms, legs but mostly her neck. Her lip had been busted wide open so much so that it had began to trail from the edge of her lips past her face and onto the floor. She had been beaten.
"Who did this?" Elijah asked Vincent since the rest of us had lost the ability to speak.
"Finn he escaped out of the closet and attacked Freya she was bleeding out but I managed to keep her from bleeding any more. Luna said that Finn had the white-oak stake and that the Mikealsons were in danger."
He said and my eye brows went up. I had so many questions and judging by the look on everyone else's faces they did to.
"And why exactly should we believe him?" Klaus asked starring Vincent down.
"Niklaus..." Elijah began using his warning tone.
But he shrugged his shoulders causing Elijah's hand to fall.
"How are we to know that he isn't the one who hurt them in the first place? And where is Freya and where did Finn run off to?"
"Freya is in the other room and you see that whole in the wall I put him through it."
"Why?" Damon asked still not taking his eyes of Luna.
She looked really bad. Like her mother the night I found her dead. Except the difference was Luna was breathing and her mother hadn't been.
"He was hitting her. Now before you start questioning who I am and what my intentions there is a few things you need to know. Freya gave me my body back, and put her brother into his own. She told me about her plan, to stop Eva and get her sister back. I agreed to help her. I personally knew Luna's parents, Madeline and Jason. I even watched her a couple times as a favor to them. I know you don't know me, and you are right not to trust me but I would never hurt Luna."
It was silent and if I could guess they were processing what he had just said. Possibly trying to pick it apart.
I couldn't have that. Before Eva came and everything went to shit, Vincent and I were good friends.
"I believe him." I stated and everyone in the room including Vincent turned to me.
"Well then, I suppose if Marcellus believes in him then maybe he is telling the truth." Klaus said as he walked to the hole in the wall, inspecting it. Judging by the sullen expression on his face he hand't found his brother.
"He couldn't have gone far." Vincent said sounding tired. It's probably been a while since he used magic, I was told that would tire any witch no matter how powerful.
"What do you mean by that?" Elijah asked after looking at Klaus, who was now beside Damon, on his knees to.
Vincent sighed exasperated. "I mean she is her mother's daughter. She put up a fight. From what I saw she had sliced his face open and stabbed him in the chest."
Damon smirked a little at that. He was either planning on what to do to Finn or he was like me happy that Luna didn't go down easy.
"What now?"
"We find Finn drag him back here, torture him. After that Freya should be awake so we can question her about her plan that clearly went bad." Klaus said replying to Vincent's question.
"And by we you mean-"
"I mean Elijah and myself. In the mean time the rest of you can fix the girls up." I nodded looking to see that Damon and Vincent were also okay with this.
Elijah waited patiently by the door as Klaus picked up a leather jacket,hisleather jacket from the bed.
Walking over the blood in the the room, he bent down and laid it over Luna. I wondered why no one else had thought of doing this. Then again maybe it hurt him to look at her like that more so than the rest of us. Bloody and bruised.
The jacket hid her bruising skin from view. It would probably keep her warm, usually she was always cold.
After that he left, Elijah right behind him.
I texted Kol asking him to take Davina out of New Orleans for today. He agreed after I told him some of the situation. After all he knew that them being here would only make things worse and put Davina as well as himself in danger. Finn wasn't fond of either of them, he knew that too that's why he agreed to stay away. Jake and Chris had finally come down, drowsy. Of course when they saw Luna and Freya they were wide awake with fear and worry, for both of them.After seeing his sister Chris left, mumbling something about going to get Leo. Who had left earlier, his bosses calling him. Jake hadn't left her side that was until I told him to go tell Jackson and Hayley what had happened. They deserved to know, and telling them via text or a phone call wouldn't be right. I was sure that he would be back, even though I had told him to stay away. Jake being a hybrid had only seemed to elevate his stubbornness.
The three Freya, Ester, and Luna had not woken up. None of their lives were in danger. Their heartbeats were normal, as was their breathing.
Damon and I decided to put all three of them in the same room. That way we could watch all of them at the same time. He had left to go talk to Cami, after I promised to not leave her (Luna) and since then I hadn't. Freya's side had been wrapped up, she was stabbed and it should have been fatal but thanks to Vincent it wasn't. Luna's body was covered in bruises, they were already healing lightening up but the angry red and purple bruises along her neck stood out the most. Damon had put a long sleeved t-shirt on her but Klaus' leather jacket was still thrown over her upper half.
"Has it always been like this?" Vincent asked suddenly breaking the silence that had settled into the room.
"Like what?" I asked confused. What could he be talking about? Has it always been like this?
"Everyone worried about her-" I nodded cutting him off.
"People just tend to move to her, and like her. Jason used to be that way, I guess she inherited it from him."
Vincent laughed lightly but it sounded off, mainly because he was tired. I didn't need to hear his voice to know that, I could tell by reading his body language.
"She definitely didn't inherit that from her mother. Madeline was-"
"Madeline." I finished and he nodded. There really wasn't anyway of explaining it.
"Your friends seemed to protective..." He trailed off leaning back against the wall.
Once I heard protective I knew he was talking about Klaus. It wasn't his fault for being so paranoid. He had reasons to back it up. Most people like Vincent didn't understand that.
"Klaus has always been protective of her. His sister Rebekah had gone missing twice this year." He sighed shaking his head.
"So he's her father figure?"
"No her father figure would be Damon." I said and his brows furrowed.
"The dark haired one with blue eyes. What do you plan on doing after this is all over?"
A somber expression appeared on his face. "For the first time I don't know. I can't just go back to drinking myself half to death, yet I can't quit doing magic."
"It's a tough choice." I stated and he smiled.
"No it's not. You see when Freya woke me up and told me of everything I thought I was just going to be able to help her and then be done. Then I met Luna, and after all she's been through with the witches, life period I realized that I couldn't leave her. Now I can't just walk away. To be honest I don't know what to do but I know I can't just give up like I did before. I have to tell her about her parents, and all of the crazy things they did. Tell her how Jason still had feelings for Madeline."
"What?" I asked maybe I didn't hear that right.
Vincent nodded. "Yeah he uh came to me a couple days before he died. He told me that he had feelings for her and he felt like he had married the wrong girl. But Jason being Jason was going to stay anyway, because he had made a promise and-"
"Jason never breaks a promise, I know it's just crazy to think about how different things would be..." I trailed off sad for the three of them. Laura, Madeline, and Jason.
Sad that they will never know how great their kids turned out to be.
"Hey why don't you go take a nap, I'm sure Luna is going to want to ask you questions."
"Maybe, but I'm not leaving."
"Where will you sleep?" I asked and he sighed closing his eyes and folding his arms over his chest.
"Right here."
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Elijah Pov
...
Murderous would perfectly describe the expression on my brothers face. I could understand why he looked like this. Why he was acting this way.
Seeing her like that, and knowing who did it would turn anyone angry, even myself. Though not as angry as Klaus. There was no reason for him, Finn to hit her. It was absolutely uncalled for. He was just begging to get himself killed at this point. I could only imagine what Klaus' thoughts were about her missing shirt. I only knew where my own were, and it wasn't in the brightest place. Knowing Finn that worried me. It was not Freya's fault she didn't know how vicious our brother could be. I feared that Niklaus was angry at her as well, for putting not only Luna but herself in that situation as well. Which is why I had called Mikeal, yes it could have ended up badly but what other options did I have. Someone else needed to be the voice of reason. Not that I wanted to protect Finn but we did need to keep him alive to get information out of him. After that I wouldn't care what happened to him. I was all about family, always and forever but Finn had crossed the line, and not just once. When he stalked Cami because she wouldn't go out with him. Him stalking Luna, demanding information about Cami. Him watching Luna get dressed and undressed. Trying to rip her heart out. Calling her names that I won't repeat. Beating Luna, stabbing Freya. This was all just the beginning of the list.
"Are you going to say anything?" I asked trying to start a conversation. Maybe it would help keep his mind off of what he just saw. It was unlikely that he would but nonetheless it was worth a shot. As Luna had said, it was better to try then not to try at all.
"What is there to say Elijah? Would you like me to talk about how much I want to kill our brother? I think for an appetizer I'll pull his tongue out, then put it back in his filthy mouth watch him choke and die and then when he wakes up I'll rip his spine out. Repeat the process a couple times and then finally I will stab him slowly in the heart with the white oak stake and watch him burn, again."
I nodded taking what he said seriously. If he wasn't in the mood for talking, I wasn't going to be the one to push him. Or I might end up being the one without a spine.
As Mikeal started to walk towards us he turned to me. His facial expression now unhappy, just as I had predicted it to be. "Why did you call him?"
"Three is better than two and besides he's already tracked Finn down once today I am certain that he can do it again." I replied, trying to guess on what he would do next. Getting my neck snapped was not on the agenda for today.
"We can track him down ourselves, we don't need him." He growled out.
"I hope that the both of you are aware that I can hear you." Mikeal said while Klaus cursed under his breath. "I don't care." Klaus hostility replied.
"I care about the girl to."
"SHE HAS A NAME! I don't need or want you here! Your presence is not something I want to deal with right now!"
Mikeal took a deep breath but he seem to be holding back his anger, nor did he seem tired. Possibly pacing himself or preparing.
"Fine. I care about Luna. I want to help you find Finn."
Despite my father trying to make the situation better, he somehow seemed to make it worse. The irony...
"HELP! Haven't you already helped enough?! Aren't you the one who brought Finn to Freya in the first place? Not just only endangering yourself, but her also."
"Yes I am the one who brought Finn to Freya but I didn't know that he would harm-"
"But there was a risk, I mean the thought must have crossed your mind. Tell me that it didn't!"
"The thought did cross my mind and I was aware there was a risk but I was trying-"
"To what help, Freya? I am sure that is exactly what was going through her head as Finn stabbed her."
"It was never my intention-"
"Never your intention to what? Piss me off? Well I'm afraid you have failed, because I am officially pissed off!"
"Look I am sorry that Luna got hurt-"
"SORRY?! NOT AS SORRY AS I AM!"
"Niklaus..." I trailed off speaking lowly. Yelling would only make this growing fire turn into a blaze.
"NO! NEITHER OF YOU UNDERSTAND!"
By this point he was practically pulling his hair out.
He was right, Mikeal and I didn't understand. Mikeal didn't know that he had feelings for Luna but I did. Even thought I knew I truly didn't understand it. He described his strong feelings with such emotion and intensity that I could only begin to imagine how he felt about her. As he himself put it, the way he felt about her was sometimes un-describable. There was this strong gravitational pull, all coming from her. Not being around her hurt. As he said it literally hurt to be away, to the point where he was having chest pains. Him being around her, even from my point of view was better for him. He would smile and laugh more often, and just be over all better. The brother I used to know, the happier one, the one I grew up with. It wasn't as simple as him loving her, it was at a much deeper level than that. Way beyond my comprehension and understanding, beyond anyone's except his. I loved Hayley, it was a simple as that. I don't know what I would do if I was in his position, seeing Hayley beat down like that. Klaus wasn't as simple, he knew exactly what he was going to do. The thing was I had to prevent him from doing it, just until we questioned him and squeezed every last bit of information out of that dead man that just so happens to be my brother.
"What don't we understand?" Mikeal asked his hands at his sides.
"I made a promise to her!" He finally growled out, his frustration as clear as day.
"What was the promise?" Mikeal asked his voice growing soft towards the end. "It doesn't matter because I broke it, happy?"
"It does matter." I intervened before Mikeal could say anything else.
"I promised Luna that I would never let anyone lay their hands on her. That no one would ever hurt her because I wouldn't allow it. That she would never have to go through hell again..."
After what Finn did he probably felt like a failure, because he let her down. Luna being who she was probably told him not to promise something along those lines.
"She is not going to hate you, she's not like that." Mikeal said trying to step closer as if to comfort Klaus but he stepped back.
"It's not about her hating me, it's about the fact that I couldn't keep a simple promise to her. The fact that hours after I make it she's unconscious because my sick twisted brother beat her. I let her down."
"You may think that you have let her down but that doesn't mean that's what she will think. You know her, tell me that she is going to hate you."
He shook his head but I knew I was right. He was just disagreeing to disagree.
"That's not the point." He replied back Mikeal's phone vibrated so instinctively I turned in his direction.
He answered it, I could hear Marcel speaking rapidly on the other end.
"Freya is awake and is asking for us."
Though my brother didn't seem to be in a better mood even after hearing that.
"Good I have plenty of things to say to her, I'll start with this morning." When he said this morning I knew that he was talking about Freya and Luna's back and fourth conversation. This was not going to be good.
In the end Mikeal decided that he was going to stay back and search for Finn. I think that he just didn't want to anger Klaus more than he already was. Of course I thought it was good. The less angry Klaus was the better it would be for everyone.
The journey back to the compound was silent, as I had expected. It was probably better that it was silent.
Marcel left as soon as he saw us.
The three were in the same room evenly spaced out.
Ester, and Luna were still asleep.
Luna still had Klaus' leather jacket over her upper half and a comforter. The bruises from her face had started to disappear, though they were still visible. The ones on her neck seemed to be darker, and more prominent than ever. Her breathing was off to. Like she was wheezing almost. Klaus must have noticed this because he looked a little sick and no longer angry. Vincent was in a chair sleeping, not to far away from Luna's bed.
Freya was sitting up a hand at her side, breathing with obvious difficulty, she would wince every so often under her breath trying to hide the fact that she was in pain. My brother as mad as he was seemed to take that into account because he slowed his brisk pace.
"Are you alright Freya?"
"No. Everything that could possibly go wrong today went wrong. I got stabbed by my brother, got Luna hurt. I am far from alright Elijah." She said replying to my question.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt, I thought I could control him." She said speaking mostly to Klaus more than me.
He clenched his jaw and shook his head. "It isn't your fault Freya you didn't know how our brother could be. Now would you mind telling us your plan, all of it?"
"She wanted to tell you, the both of you but before she could Finn came out of the closet..."
Klaus walked away from Freya and to the other side of the room his hands on the wall. That anger coming back. I was thankful that he was not facing our sister, that he was at least trying to contain himself.
"Don't be mad at her. She refused to lie to either of you, saying she that she would not only betray you guys but also destroy the trust that's been established."
My eye brows went up at that. Her lying to us, well to me at least wouldn't be the ultimate betrayal but it was to her. I wonder how Niklaus felt about that. I couldn't guess because his face was hidden from view, his back was to us. Had been for quite some time now.
"I need a minute." Klaus said before walking out of the room. Freya flinched and laid back, her hand still cradling her bandaged side.
"He hates me."
"No Freya he does not hate you."
"Then please explain why he wasn't looking at me."
"If you recall he wasn't looking at me either he is angry at Finn, for what he did to both you and Luna. If he hated you trust me he would make it known. Besides our brother is the type who wouldn't hesitate to tell someone how he really felt at least some times..."
She frowned. A worried expression crossing her features. "Some times, what do you mean some times?"
I meant what I had said. Niklaus was never one to hide his feelings until Luna. He kept his secret feelings locked away, beside his heart. I knew this but Freya didn't.
"Don't worry about those other times. What matters is that he loves you and he is just upset which I'm sure is something you can understand?" I asked and she nodded.
"Yeah it's just I can't help feeling like this is my fault."
"It is partly your fault for bringing him in the first place, but you had no way of knowing. We can discuss the details later, right now you need to rest..."
...
Luna Pov
...
Everything felt hazy, and dreamlike. I wasn't really sure if I was awake or dreaming. I could feel pain, but that didn't mean I was awake.
Though as the haziness faded away and as my thoughts became more coherent I knew that I was awake. I just hadn't opened my eyes yet. And usually it took no effort, no real thought. Usually it was as easy as breathing. Today it seemed that not only was it hard for me to breathe but it seemed that I couldn't even do a simple normal thing like opening my eyes. I couldn't move my fingers or my feet, much less my arms and legs. I felt paralyzed, frozen, stuck. I couldn't make a sound. No matter how many times I forced myself. No matter how hard I did, it didn't matter. I was un-successful. My throat despite all the time it got to heal somehow felt worse. Like it hadn't healed at all. As if his large hand was still wrapped around my neck applying pressure, not enough to make me pass out just enough to make me feel pain. Just enough to hurt me. To put marks on me, his marks. Breathing could not be harder. I felt like there was this huge weight on my chest just dragging me down. My whole body hurt if I was being honest. What hurt the most were my ribs, and neck. It's been a while since I was beat like this. Even though it's happened before, to the point where it's un-measurable. A beating is a kind of pain, a kind of torture that you never get used to. No matter what they do, or how hard or soft they do it. Every time it only seems to burn and ache even more ho matter how many times it's done.
It felt like an eternity laying there on what felt like a bed. I hated not being able to move I felt like I was trapped, like I was back at the witches' place.
There was a peaceful silence. I could hear my breathing and at least three other's in the room. That told me that I wasn't alone. Knowing that made me feel better and less afraid. Beingalone againwas one of my biggest fears.
Then there was something else, something that broke the peaceful silence in the room. Footsteps and then the door opened. Given the fact that I couldn't see and was relying solely on my supernatural hearing, I could only guess who had walked in.
A voice, Klaus' voice was the next thing I heard. Relief immediately washed over me. I felt secure, I felt safe even though I could barely breathe. Him just being here in the same room, was enough for me.
I tried to move harder than ever, to say something. Soon I found myself listening to what they were saying, instead of trying tobreakfreeof my parallelization.
Freya was telling Klaus and Elijah about the plan, then she started talking about me and how I refused to lie. Shortly after that he left. Elijah and Freya continued to talk that was until he told her to get some rest.
Now there were five people in the room. Not talking or laughing just breathing. The peaceful silence was again back, and I hated every minute of it.
I thought back to this morning, before breakfast. Klaus' promise that he made me. Oh no, he probably was blaming himself, when it really was Finn's fault.
A tingly sensation begin to spread throughout my body. It started at the tips of my fingers. After some effort I found that I could move them.
Footsteps again. This time they were leaving and not entering. This was my only chance.
"Elijah wait!" I said somehow getting the strength along with the will to speak. My voice came out strained, and hoarse. I sounded awful, but I didn't care. He had heard me, and right now that's all I cared about was for somebody to hear me.
I sat up despite feeling sickness wash over me. I was determined to get up and move. I wasn't going to allow him to put me in a bed for a whole day. I smiled when he leaned down and hugged me.
Elijah was the type of huger that gave off reassurance, along with warmth and kindness.
"I can't tell you how glad I am to see you awake."
"I can't tell you how happy I am to be able to move." I replied my voice still as hoarse and gravely as before. He furrowed his brow confused and I explained to him about how I was temporarily paralyzed.
Elijah being as kind and thoughtful as he was brought me a glass of cold water after I had went into a coughing fit. My eyes had started to water badly again. After I downed it he took out a handkerchief and I thanked him as I wiped my eyes.
"How are you?" I asked studying him. He didn't seem to be damaged in any way. Maybe then he hand't seen Finn yet.
"Happy that you are awake, worried because my deranged brother has the white oak stake."
"I'm sorry I tried to get it from him-"
"No it was not your fault. The most important thing is that you got out alive." He said cutting me off.
I looked down ashamed that I had to tell him this. "I didn't get out alive, if Vincent wouldn't have came into the room I'd still be there trapped between the wall and Finn."
"We would have heard-"
"No you wouldn't have, Freya had lit a silencing candle."
"Oh." Elijah said his cheeks turning a light pink.
I took a long drink from my second glass of water, and then it was gone. I placed the empty glass on the table beside my table and stood up, picking up Klaus' leather jacket. I took deep breaths pushing down the sick feeling that was rising within me.
"What are you doing?" He asked casually putting a hand under my arm as if I was about to fall.
"Going to talk to Klaus, I am sure that he blames himself for what happened. Are you going to stop me?"
He smiled and removed his hand from under my arm.
"I could try but I think we both know who would win."
I smiled thanking him before making my way out of the room.
It wasn't quiet as I had expected. The door was opened but I hadn't quiet reached it because I had paused trying to identify the sound. It was familiar, though it wasn't one I had heard in a while.
A paint brush on a canvas.
Once I remembered a time when I heard that sound everyday, sometimes even more than once a day. Back then those times were more tame, easier almost. I had my powers for starters. Now I didn't and that scared me. What if I wasn't a witch any more? What if I was useless without my powers? What if Klaus didn't want to be around me anymore because I had no powers?
Every step was harder than it should have been. Not only was I in pain, and having trouble breathing but I was worrying about Finn and the white oak stake. What he was going to do with it? Was it bad that I was more worried about what Klaus would think then Finn coming back for me?
Once I reached the door I cleared my throat preparing to speak but I was caught off guard when he turned around.
Supernatural hearing. Right. Sometimes I forgot that he had it to.
Like Elijah Klaus gave really good hugs. Choosing between them wouldn't be difficult at all, at least not for me.
I didn't know if it was because of my feelings for him or if that was just how he was. For all I knew it could have been both.
Though Elijah's hugs were warm, Klaus' hugs were warmer. Not only was I warm on the outside, but when Klaus' hugged me my inside was warm to. Not at all like the burning fire in my chest when Finn was choking me. This fire, this warmness was soft and bright. Comforting even.
"I thought you were resting?"
"I was but I'm awake now besides it was hard to go back to sleep when I couldn't breathe." I didn't have to see his face to know that he was confused and wanted more.
"Finn-" I started off but stopped when he stepped back. His eyes weren't on my face but my neck.
"Where is your necklace?"
I touched the back of my neck and winced. Vividly remembering when he ripped it off of my neck.
"He took it." I said cringing at the sound of my own voice.
His hand brushed my hair back. Allowing him more view to my neck then he had before.
"I'm sorry." He said suddenly breaking the tense silence that had settled over the room.
"For what you didn't do anything." My heart had dropped at his words, I had heard this before. The last thing I wanted was for him to push me away thinking he was protecting me but he was really hurting me. I would rather have Finn beat me again then to have Klaus push me away because he was"protecting me", and that was the truth.
"I broke my promise."
"Klaus-"
"I let him put his hands on you."
"Klaus-"
"He hit you."
"Klaus-"
"I failed you."
"Niklaus!" I yelled, my voice thankfully not as broken up as before.
I had never said his full name before out loud it felt strange. The only time I said it was in my dreams. Which of course weren't real. I felt guilty immediately after seeing the look of shock on his face.
"Yes Finn hit me, but that doesn't mean you failed me."
"Hit you! Is that what you call it? He beat you. I broke my promise-"
"I told you not to make that promise!"
"It made you feel safe didn't it?!"
"Yeah but it didn't last and that is not your fault-"
"Don't worry love, I will make sure that he won't hurt you again." He said as he moved to walk to the door.
"He's not the one who's hurting me right now." I said stepping in front of him, blocking his path.
"Luna-"
"No! It's to dangerous he has the white oak stake. I don't want you hurt."
"You forget, he is not the only one who can be dangerous."
"No I don't forget. I know you can be dangerous but it is not worth the risk."
"You are worth the risk! I hate that you act like you are nothing when you are anything but! I will kill him again, you only need to ask."
"I am not going to ask you to take that risk because I don't want to lose you."
There it was again. It had been so long since I had seen that expression on his face. The one I could never guess right.
Crying was not an option, not now. So I forced myself to swallow that lump in my throat, even though it hurt.
"He said it would be splendid if he could have me to himself. He wants to kill you, and the rest of your family. He wants to make me watch so that we could have forever together. No Elijah, no Damon, and no you."
He took his leather jacket out of my hands and put it around my shoulders.
"Luna look at me..." Klaus asked so gently that I had to do as he said and look up at him.
"You are apart of my family. From the moment we first talked there was a connection. I protect my family. If killing Finn is what I have to do to make you safe again then I will do it."
"What if something happens?" I asked wincing at the soreness of my throat. My voice now wasn't as strong as it was. My emotions getting the best of me.
"Luna what could possibly happen?"
"You could die." I said closing my eyes trying to ignore the warm tears making there way down my face.
I couldn't believe that I was crying yet again. Just the brief thought of him dying hurt.
Hurt more than Finn's beating.
"What am I going to do when you're not here and he is talking about how much he wants to screw me?"
"When did he say that?" He asked sounding angry.
"I was holding onto the doorway, trying to get to the hallway and he tore off my shirt and dragged me away from the doorway. He said not to put up a fight because I would grow to love him over time. I said 'screw you' and then he said 'oh my dear you have no idea how much I want to screw you'. I was still on the floor because there was no point in running he would just drag me back and he was just so strong..." I was pulled into another hug. This one was different than the first. It was like he was trying to make me feel more secure, and I did. Though I felt secure I hadn't stopped crying. The thought of him dying terrified me.
"Luna what can I do? I can't just leave him walking around alive, pain-free."
"After making some more comments about my body he said 'I wonder how much it would piss Klaus off if I marked you up. He wants you to find him, he wants to kill you."
His only response was to hug me tighter. Instead of feeling pain I felt better. Klaus didn't know it but he was my secret pain reliever. He took the pain away, and there wasn't any side affects. Addiction to him wouldn't be dangerous, it would be better at least for me.
"I want to kill him to, for what he did to both Freya and you."
"I know but losing you is not an option. Otherwise I'd happily tell you to go rip that sick bastard's head off." I said trying to think of ways to get him to stay.
"Luna-"
"I'll do anything please, just stay."
He sighed heavily. That could mean that either I had gotten to him or I hadn't changed his mind at all.
"Alright if I stay I want one day. Just you and me. No demons, no monsters, no Abbraxas, no evil witches, no misbehaving vampires, and no annoying siblings. I'll show you the city, have some fun because lately I haven't seen that beautiful smile on your face."
I smiled in to his chest. A day, one day with Klaus. Just ourselves, no one else. Having fun. That sounded like a damn good day. Though it was a shame my attention wasn't on that. My attention was on the fact that he hadn't seen that beautiful smile on my face.
He pulled away holding his hand out. "So what is it going to be?"
I again smiled, feeling a fluttery inside of my stomach. "I think you already know the answer," I said my hand had just touched his when Elijah walked into the room.
"Sorry but Mikeal isn't answering his phone."
Instead of dropping my hand he continued to hold it even as we walked to Elijah.
"Where's the last place you saw him?" I asked confused to why he wouldn't answer his phone. He wasn't much of a technology person but he knew how to text, make calls, and most importantly answer them.
"He is hunting Finn." Elijah said replying to question and at that moment my heart dropped again. This time it wasn't for Klaus but for Mikeal. I didn't want him to die either. I didn't want anyone dying except for Finn and Eva.
As Klaus and Elijah exchanged words I looked down at my wrist and saw that the bracelet Cole had given me was still there of all things. I unwillingly slipped my hand from out of Klaus and touched the triquetra, or as Cole had called it the charmed one's symbol. Thinking his name over and over again in my head, how much I needed him.
"Luna?" Elijah asked there must have been something on my face for him to stop conversing with Klaus about Mikeal.
I slipped my hand back into Klaus' knowing it would only be a matter of time before Cole showed up.
"Mikeal isn't the only one who can hunt." I replied and not a second later beside the doorway the air shimmered briefly before revealing Cole. The Source of All Evil himself.
"You called?"
...
"When I come back you have to be ready. The longest I'll be gone is half an hour. Set up a room for the both of them. Luna can I talk to you for a minute?"
I looked over at Klaus and he nodded at me gently letting go off my hand. He had been holding it this whole time. As I followed Cole into the hallway I couldn't help but feel cold and hollow. Like I was missing something. Holding his hand, being next to him made me feel warm and balanced.
"Would you like to tell me how your powers aren't working?"
I frowned confused. Not at what he had asked me but how did he know.
"How did you kno-"
"Save it when did they stop working?" He asked his tone curt and almost emotionless.
"Yesterday when Jake was dead that's why at the warehouse-"
"You didn't defend yourself against those wart demons." He finished and I nodded pushing back questions like: Why are the called wart demons? Who named them that in the first place? Why were they so disfigured in their faces?
"Does anyone else know?"
"No one else knows besides yourself and Klaus." I replied and he nodded. His eyes weren't as warm as before they were cool, cold, distant.
"This is something that you shouldn't tell anyone else. I know that this is a really difficult time for you but you need to get your powers back if you intend to help Freya with the spell." Cole said that worry line between him eyes appearing again. I nodded understandingly.
"I know but how?" I asked and Cole sighed sounding tired.
"Usually when the sister's, the charmed ones' powers weren't working it was some form of emotion blocking it. Like fear, sadness, frustration, pain. Have you been feeling any of those things recently?"
Yes Cole I have been feeling those emotions. In fact all of them.
"Talking helps Luna and I would be happy to sit and listen but right now I have to play hunter."
"Okay well be careful." I said and he smiled, that one dimple on the side of mouth showing.
"I'll be as careful as evil can be..."
The air around him shimmered and then he was gone. Leaving me alone in the hallway. Hearing the quiet voices of Klaus and Elijah talking I decided to leave them to themselves and go talk to Cami. Maybe she could help me figure out what exactly was going on in my head. What ever was up there was affecting my powers.
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Elijah Pov
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Now that it was just me and my brother in the room I thought it would be the perfect time to question him.
I had wanted to do so ever since I saw him and Luna hand in hand. I was certain that he hadn't told her of his feelings because he wasn't the type to just get up and do that. My brother was the type to make plans and not actually do them for months and months. Double and triple checking.
"How did she do it?"
He looked over at me briefly with a confused expression on his face. He did seem a little down ever since he had let go off her hand and she had left the room.
"Luna. How did Luna get you to not want to kill Finn?"
My brother sighed settling in to the corner of the couch. "She did not stop me from wanting to kill Finn, she justdelayedit. We came to an agreement."
I raised my eye brows. An agreement? Oh I had to hear this.
"An agreement, dear Niklaus do tell how it began."
He smirked briefly putting his hands behind his head. "Alright I'll tell you but only because there's nothing else left to do."
I sat there patiently waiting for him to begin.
"She came in when I was painting and I of course hugged her. We talked and I learned that Finn took her necklace-"
"That was her mother's correct?" I asked and he nodded asking, "Didn't you notice?"
"Notice what?" I asked now confused he then sighed sounding frustrated. "That it was gone."
"I'm afraid you only notice those little things, please continue..."
It was again a few moments before he began.
"As you probably already know I felt responsible for Freya and her getting hurt because I wasn't there to protect her. And now one of the only things she has left from her mother get's taken from her. I apologized and then she asked what for and I told her. I broke my promise, I let him put his hands on you. He hit you, I failed you and then she yelled at me."
I couldn't help but chuckle at that. Luna yelling at him, or yelling at all is something I wish I could see. He turned to me an annoyed expression on his face. I cleared my throat before asking, "What exactly did she yell at you?"
"My name." Klaus said replying to my question. "My full name," he corrected seconds later. I smiled this was something Luna would do to get his attention I know I did but I don't think me doing it worked as well when she did it.
"There was some yelling, more back and fourth mostly me blaming myself and her saying that I hadn't failed her, that it wasn't my fault that Finn hit her-"
"She is right, you do know that don't you?"
"Of course I know she's right but back then I just didn't want to accept it. Now if you don't mind can you wait until I finish before you question me?" He asked with a slightly irritated tone. I nodded fighting to keep the smile off of my face. So defensive, especially when it involved Luna.
"I tried walking to the door but she got in front of me saying that Finn wasn't the one who was hurting her right now. I tried to explain to her but she cut me off saying no it's to dangerous. I said that he wasn't the only one who could be dangerous. Then she said it wasn't worth the risk which as you know-"
"You feel that the risk is worth everything." I finished and he nodded not at all irritated that I had finished his sentence.
"That is what I told her. She is worth the risk and I hated it when she thought she was anything but. I said I would kill Finn and she only needs to ask."
I nodded understandingly.
"She then told me that she wasn't going to ask because she doesn't want to loose me. And this look that she gave me it was like-"
"Like what?" I asked after he had paused.
"That's the thing Elijah I don't know. Anyway she explained to me why she didn't want me to go after Finn. She told me what he said which I am not going to go into. What really made me break was when she said, I'll do anything please stay."
Hmm. That would explain why he was here now and not out there looking for our brother. If she had said it any other way like,don'tgoorwaithe would've gone. But she asked him tostay.
"I agreed to stay if we could have one day. We as in Luna and myself. A day that involved nothing supernatural, a day of fun."
"And-"
"She agreed." He finished a genuine smile on his face.
I was happy to see that he was. Hopefully after today all will go well.
"If that day goes well will you kiss her or at least tell her of your feelings?" I asked and the smirk disappeared and replaced with a look of concentration.
He was thinking, deeply by the looks of it.
"I don't know it honestly depends on how I feel. You can't plan things like this even though I want to it wouldn't be right of me to. If I really love her it will come naturally. According to a friend of mine I will know when the moment is right. When that moment comes I'll know exactly what to do, and not because I planned it."
I frowned hearing a knock on the door. I opened it surprised to see Marcel.
"Ester is awake, and she wants to talk to the both of you. She also wanted me to say that it has something to do with Luna."
Vincent accompanied Freya out of the room. A steady hand on her back to support her. She was going to prepare a room for the spell to be done. I would have refused because she needed to rest but I honestly don't think me saying anything would change her mind. So Itemporarily, let it go.
Mother was sitting up though she still looked beat down.
Even before the talking could begin there was a heavy tension in the room. Most of it coming from Klaus.
Ester had not only tried to kill all of us, her children more than once but she had also tried to kill Luna. Of course I wasn't happy about this, I could only imagine how angered my brother was at this very moment in time. It was strange how fast he could flip his switch. One moment he was passionate, talking about Luna and in the next he was ready to kill his own mother.
"I know that right now you probably hate me-"
"Oh yes here we go the classic, you may hate me forever but I'll always love you. Where is the knife in your hand so you can stab us in the backs mother?" Klaus said cutting her off.
That was when I decided that I was going to let this play out. Not intervene until absolutely necessary. There was something on both of their chests' that much was obvious. They needed to get it off before we could even begin to talk about what we had came here for.
"To be technical it was a sword and it was your father who stabbed you."
"If you mean Mikeal who isn't my father-"
"Well he's the only father you've ever known-"
"Correction mother, the only father I used to know. I happen to be in contact with my real father."
"Ansel is here?" Ester asked and my brother laughed lightly. "Oh no he is with our pack in Georgia, he won't be back until tomorrow. Now let's get into more important matters for why were here."
Ester sighed looking at me and Klaus once before speaking.
"It was never my intention to hurt the girl. I only attempted to put her in that dream like state to tell her what I'm about to tell you."
The table from our mothers bed side was suddenly thrown against the wall. At such a violent force that it broke on impact.
"You stopped her bloody heart! I'm not exactly a witch expert but that isn't a dream like state, that's killing her."
"I had to there was no other way Niklaus! You must understand that I had no intention of hurting the girl. It was the only way I could reach her without his detection!"
His.
Now it was time for me to intervene and find out who exactly thishewas.
"Who's detection mother?" I asked before my brother could say or do anything else.
She swallowed thickly before replying. "Abbraxas."
Her voice was barely above a whisper but I could hear it thanks to my vampire hearing. Klaus was tense as was I but he was more so.
Her saying that name had affected him more than it affected me. Of course with that name not only came with fearful thoughts of Luna. What could happen to her in his grasp? The pictures that he had some how gotten and taken were not something a friend would do. It is something a foe would do.
"What do you know of him?" I asked when Klaus failed to.
"I know of his cruelty his ruthlessness. His strength, his power. He is unlike any creature I've ever met. You call me a monster for what I turned you into but if anyone in this world is truly a monster, is truly truly evil it would have to be him."
"What does this have to do with Luna?" Klaus asked breaking that facade that he had fallen into.
"I've seen pictures of her that he carries with him. He has her hair stored in bags among other things. In fact that's why I started working with him. If I worked with him maybe I could do more good than harm. Eventually I planned to leave, come here and tell you what I had learned only asking for your forgiveness and protection in return. As the both of you know it did not go down like that. He found me out and then proceeded to beat me for hours. He left me in the dark, alone and bleeding out..."
I felt a rush of sympathy towards my mother. Looking at my brother's face I could see that he did to. He unlike me was trying to hide it.
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Cami Pov
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I lept up from Damon's arms. Ignoring his whining because he wascold,and went to open the door. Someone had knocked.
In it's thresh hold was Luna, Damon immediately stood up. I could tell that he felt bad for not answering the door in the first place.
"Hey you should be sleeping!" Damon said hugging her anyway.
"I know that's what everyone keeps telling me. Could you give me and Cami a minute, I have to talk to her about something." Luna said her eye's briefly meeting mine.
Damon's eye brows went up suggestively.
"Could that something possibly be about me?"
"Not this time." Luna replied and the smirk fell from his face. "What do you mean not this time? Does that mean that you two talk about me every other time?"
Me and Luna looked at each other before smirking at him before saying in sync, "Maybe we do, maybe we don't."
It had the affect we wanted. Damon was freaked out. He hated, absolutely hated when we talked in sync.
"You two are starting to remind me of the twins in the shinning and it's freaking me out. Cami you know I hate that movie. I'm just gonna go and uh see how Klaus is um doing-"
"Come on Damon, play with us." Luna and I said cutting him off. He turned around almost hitting his head on the wall.
Then he was gone. Off to where I could only assume wherever Klaus was.
"Do you think we scared him off?" I asked and Luna smiled before sitting down on the couch. I joined her leaning my head back sighing. "I hope so. We should have come up with something else now the only thing I'm going to be watching for weeks is Disney movies."
Luna smiled but it wasn't a normal genuine smile but a forced one.
"So what's that something you wanted to talk about? Judging by the look on your face it's not about Klaus." She turned to me her eye brows raised.
"Why would you say it wasn't Klaus?"
I sat up straighter. Smoothing down the shirt I was wearing. It was time to get professional.
"Well for starters whenever you talk about Klaus your flustered. Your cheeks are red, there is this huge smile on your face and even when your by yourself doing something serious you can't seem to not smile. Your fidgety. Pulling on your hair, biting your lip, crossing your legs over each other over and over again. Today you are pale, and not flustered. Today you are not smiling and if you are smiling then it's forced and not genuine. You are fidgety but it's more of a nervous reaction then a shy one. Pulling at the end of the sleeves in your sweater, tugging at the bottom of it. You are insecure, worried. You are on guard. Your eyes daring around the room trying to catch something that isn't there. That is perfectly understandable after what happened to you today. The biggest give away is your posture. Whenever you talk about Klaus your relaxed laid back. But here and now your tense. That is why I know that you are here to talk about something else, and not Klaus. Am I right or wrong?"
She sighed leaning back.
"Your right of course."
She wasn't angry that I was right, in fact she looked thankful, maybe even grateful. Possibly both.
I just noticed that she was wearing a leather jacket, it took me less time to figure it was Klaus' but I wanted solid confirmation.
"Who's leather jacket is that?"
She sighed heavily before answering. Hugging the jacket around herself.
"It's Klaus' I tried to give it back but he just put it back around my shoulders."
"How do you feel when you wear something of his?" I asked thinking for certain that she would avoid my question but she didn't. Maybe she wasn't as guarded on the inside as she was on the outside.
"I feel safe, warm, and protected. Is that normal?"
I chuckled lightly. "In my line of work we don't use the wordnormal."
"In my line of work we don't sugar coat anything." She replied and while I was thinking of a response to that I got up and grabbed us two cokes from the fridge in my room which served it's purpose every time Damon had a movie night (basically every night).
"I'm not sugar coating anything. You are an extraordinary woman. A powerful witch, a strong werewolf, and a rare hybrid. Nothing about you is normal and that's a good thing."
She nodded closing her eyes as she slowly sipped her coke. Her face was bruised. Mainly on the jaw and just under her eye brow on her left side. Her neck and chest were covered. Finger prints, marks left by Finn were clear as day on her carmel skin. Klaus could not be pleased by this. I know Damon wasn't.
"Ever since Jake died I've been having trouble with my powers and my magic. To the point where I can't access it. I came here to talk to you because I need help. I need to help Freya with this spell because she won't be able to do it alone. I need to save Rebekah from Eva and I can't do that without my powers."
I nodded trying to take all of that in. Me talking to her could either result in saving Rebekah or not. It was scary to think that I could be the cause of a good thing or a really really bad thing. I didn't like to be in this particular position but she needed help. No vampire, witch, or hybrid could help her with this not even Klaus. Sheneededme. Rebekahneededme.
Who would I be to not help just because I was uncomfortable?
"Seeing something like that can change a person. I don't believe that you've changed or evolved. It isn't that complex. I think that your mind is trying to block out what happened, what you experienced and how you felt. It's a defense mechanism to block out the pain and the sadness. You don't even know your doing it, you just do. And there's nothing wrong with you, it's completely normal for everyone. Talking can help a lot but being true and honest with yourself iskey. Your powers are a part of you, and when you hurt they hurt to. Your powers are connected to your emotions that includes anger, sadness, fear, feelings of darkness. It's okay to let go, good even. Keeping things bottled up only make things worse and not just on yourself."
I would have said more but Elijah came in.
"Sorry to interrupt but my mother would like to have a word with you." Elijah said looking at Luna who turned to look at me.
"Go, I've said everything I'm supposed to. It's up to you to do the rest."
She nodded thinking me for the drink and left, Elijah following closely behind her.
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Luna Pov
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My mind was running wild as I tried to imagine why Ester, Klaus' mother who had tried to kill me multiple times wanted a word with me.
I couldn't help but be nervous. Not because she was powerful but because she was Klaus' mother. Crazy how I cared about that more than anything else. He was a part of her, so it's not like I could hate her even after everything she's done. "I will be right outside the door if anything should happen." Elijah said and I nodded at him before entering the room. What he said hadn't reassured me at all, but I was grateful that he had tried.
Freya and Vincent were no longer in the room. Ester was awake. Some pillows were behind her back, aiding in propping her up.
"I suppose before we began I should thank you. I know healing me mustn't have been easy given all I've done to you."
I nodded and looked down. Never would I have thought that Ester would be thanking me for anything.
"Clever idea with the rosemary. That one herb alone has many healing attributes how did you learn of it?"
"In the cemetery the witches one in particular, taught me herbs. Mostly healing and some deadly. Last year I went to college and sat through some lectures on the healing properties of herbs and plants." I replied not hiding the fact that I felt praise hearing her say that I had a clever idea. Ester was a powerful witch. The witch who had created the first vampires and she was Klaus' mother.
"Now before we begin there is something I would like you to know."
I wordlessly nodded. Patiently waiting for her to tell this thing she wanted me to know.
"It was never my intention to harm you that December day. Stopping your heart was the only way I could talk to you. Without him knowing or finding out."
Never her intention to harm me that December day.
I remember it of course. Me and Klaus drove down to Mystic Falls to get Hope, Alaric came with us. I was upset. I just found out that I was a Halliwell witch. Learned that most of the people in my family had died, including my brother Wyatt. Who up until then I didn't even know that he existed. That was the day I found out about Chris. Klaus took me with him I guess to try and cheer me up. After arriving at our destination we sat on a park bench. I told him how I was feeling and I of course cried. He pulled me in for a hug. Like always I felt warm and safe. I don't know how long we sat there hugging on that bench. That kiss on the neck. It had only happened once for a short amount of time and I couldn't lie to myself and say that I didn't want it to happen again. Because I did want it to happen. Over and over again. I remember I was in the car sitting in the back seat next to Hope, Klaus and Alaric were in the front. There was this sharp pain in my chest. I remember feeling my heart stop and I was in a different place with Ester standing in front of me. I touched my chest remembering the pain.
"Without who finding out?" I asked when I had finally managed to find my voice.
"Abbraxas." She replied looking me over.
Everything seemed to stop, and slow down. Abbraxas.
The man who killed my parents had slithered his way into my everyday thoughts, my fears, and my dreams.
I walked closer to her bed and looked at her wrist. Large finer prints could be seen on her fair skin. I pieced it together in my head.
"He's the one who did this to you, isn't he?" She nodded once looking down.
"Why were you working with him?" I asked after a moment of silence had passed.
"I wanted to help you. My children have taken a liking to you, there is no denying that. I thought for some time of a way to convince them that I wasn't as bad as they made me out to be. After some time I though of helping you with the man who killed your parents then I could get them to trust me again. To let me into their hearts."
"What about Kathrine and Bonnie?" I asked trying to push that sympathy down I needed answers. Feeling sorry for her and sitting in silence was not going to get them.
"What about them?" She replied and I shifted my feet.
"Kathrine an Bonnie tried to get me to go with them. To go to you."
She waved her hand in the air.
"I recruited them to help me. Of course it wasn't easy but I bribed the both of them with something that they wanted."
"So they weren't going to really hurt me?" I asked and Ester shook her head causing my heart to drop.
I killed Kathrine. At the time she had seemed really bad. Pushing Davina and I out of the window. What was I supposed to think? Maybe I had been the bad guy all along. Bonnie had died in my arms. I can still remember the feeling of her blood spilling out around me.
"Was there anything strange you found out about Abbraxas?" I asked my back to her. I didn't want her to see my face because then she would ask if I was okay and then I wouldn't get the answers I needed. Which would be bad.
"He is a hunter. He tracks down others like animals. Tormenting them, letting them know that they are going to get caught before he actually gets them. Among other things he's obsessed with you."
I ran my hands through my hair and turned around. Not caring if she saw my face anymore. Why would he be obsessed with me?
"Obsessed with me...?" I asked trailing off and she nodded. A concerned motherly look crossing her features.
"Yes he talked about you more than a dozen times a day. He has your hair, pictures of you. Dear are you alright?"
A bitter sourness appeared in my throat. I covered my mouth with my hand and ran out of the room. Ignoring Ester and Elijah's calls.
Knowing I wouldn't be able to make it up the stairs to my own bathroom in my room, I went to one of the closest ones I could find.
I ran into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door as I threw myself over the toilet.
After I was done emptying the contents of my stomach out I flushed the toilet and sat back trying to catch my breath. My throat was as raw and sore as ever. I did an examination and learned that I had left Klaus' jacket in the room were Ester was. I hadn't got anything on my clothes. I was thankful that I had acted quickly, or else I might be in a completely different scenario.
"Luna are you okay?" I turned to see Marcel standing in the doorway. A worried look on his face. Ugh I was so tired of seeing everyone look like that. I would have much preferred if everyone was smiling and that whole thing with Finn never would have happened.
I moved passed him determined not to talk until I cleaned myself up. I didn't bother to close the door knowing he was right behind me. Repeatedly asking if I was okay. I grabbed a towel and held it up and he nodded. "Okay. Do your thing I'll be here waiting."
I grabbed my clothes and walked into my bathroom. I brushed my teeth five times, effectively eliminating the bitter taste that was once in my mouth. I rinsed my mouth out with some mouth wash, twice just for good measure.
The shower was short. Going in I hadn't planned on taking long anyway.
After drying my body I put my hair into a low bun not caring that it was messy.
The outfit I had picked out for myself wasn't anything special. Long sleeve black shirt and blue jeans. As soon as I walked out of my bathroom I saw Marcel still there. Waiting patiently.
"Would you like to tell me what happened?"
"I got sick." I replied trying to keep my eyes on the floor as I spoke. I didn't want him to know that something was wrong.
"Your mother said the exact same thing. Two weeks later she told me she was pregnant."
"I'm not pregnant, I just found out something disturbing."
Marcel raised his eyebrows clearly what I had said interested him.
"Kathrine and Bonnie were recruited by Ester to get me to her. The thing is they weren't going to hurt me, they were trying to help me."
The puzzled look disappeared from his face.
"You killed Kathrine and Ansel shot Bonnie. You couldn't have known, it's not your fault."
He was right. It wasn't my fault, but that didn't mean I didn't regret my actions.
"I know it just hurts."
Pulling me into a hug I couldn't help but compare.
Marcel's hugs were like Damon's. Father like.
"I feel like someone's been watching me."
He pulled away, giving me this strange look. "Ester said that Abbraxas had pictures of me, that he talked about me all the time, that he was obsessed with me."
"You believe her?" He asked and I shifted on my feet. Unsure of how to answer that question. Did I believe her?
"Do you think that she would lie about something like that?" I asked rather than answering his question.
"Maybe, it's a possibility. One thing to remember is to never underestimate anyone, especially her. The last thing I want is for you to get hurt."
I nodded thinking it over in my head. Ester lying. It was a possibility. Just like it was a possibility that she could be telling the truth.
"Hey why don't you sit down you look dead on your feet."
I obeyed and felt relief. Sitting down my ribs didn't hurt as bad.
"I'll be back I have to go talk to Josh, tell him what's going on." I nodded smiling slightly when he planted a kiss on the top of my head. Something Damon would do.
After he was gone I leaned back, trying to ease the tension in my back and shoulders.
I was tired and worn down. My throat and ribs were the worst of the pain.
What I wanted was to curl up in a ball and have a dreamless sleep.
What I needed to do was try and make my powers work. That's what I decided to do I just needed a break.
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Elijah Pov
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"So your lying to protect her?" Marcel asked. It hadn't been long since he had asked me about Abbraxas and the pictures. He wasn't happy about it. Which was completely understandable. He was more concerned about lying to her.
"Not lying just with holding information. Klaus feels that if she saw the pictures she would be frightened."
It was truly what he thought. I should know. We've had long conversations about it. Luna was already looking over her shoulder now without any knowledge of Abbraxas' pictures, nobody wanted to stress her out especially not him.
"What do you think?" Marcel asked pulling me out of my thoughts. I frowned unsure how to answer his question.
"I think she would be alarmed." I said after some more thinking.
"She got sick." He said once again capturing my attention.
"Sick?"
"Yeah she said that Ester sent Bonnie and Kathrine to the house last year to help Luna and to get her back."
"Luna killed Kathrine and Bonnie died. Poor girl she must think it's all her fault..." I said trailing off. Marcel nodded.
"I talked to her but I don't think I helped. Could you try and talk to her?"
"Of course."
Normally I would have said no and would have simply just gotten Klaus instead because usually he would get very upset if I had taken a so called opportunity of his. He never threatened to kill or dagger me but afterwards he was in a fowl mood.
Luna was important to me to. Not as much as she was to him but enough to the point where I considered her family. And I would do anything and everything for my family.
Her door was open like always. I could see her standing up with her arm out, intensely staring at a book.
I cleared my throat and she turned to look at me dropping her arm in the process.
"I thought you might want this back?" I said holding my arm out showing I had Klaus' leather jacket.
She took it and quietly thanked me. Putting it on over her long sleeved black shirt. She seemed to be wearing that more often. Black and the darker colors. Here of late her clothing seemed to be matching her moods.
"It was not your fault. You didn't know what was going on, neither did Ansel."
She nodded her back still to me.
"I don't blame Ansel. I blame myself. Just because I now know the truth doesn't make me feel better. It makes me feel worse. Kathrine didn't deserve to die, Bonnie didn't either."
I chuckled putting my hand in my my pocket. They, Klaus and Luna always expecting to know everything right when they wanted to.
"Luna you can't know everything."
"I don't want to know everything Elijah I just want to know when not to mess up." She replied to my statement nearly yelling.
"I'm sorry for being loud I'm just really frustrated right now and I don't know what to do."
"It is okay to be loud. Things like anger being pent up is never a good thing. It's okay to let it out as long as you don't hurt yourself or anyone else." She sighed heavily finally turning around.
"My powers aren't working Elijah. Freya is strong but she isn't strong enough to do that spell without me and hold protect herself from Eva's mind. I've already talked to Cami and it didn't help."
Behind her books, papers, and other things had began to float. I motioned for her to turn around and she did stepping back when she did.
"Am I doing this?"
"Well it certainly isn't me." I replied to her question.
She took a deep breath and everything floating fell to the ground.
"Do you think there working?" She asked and I shrugged.
"Try moving that book." I suggested.
Without holding her arm out or whispering latin under her breath the book hit the wall with such force that the binding broke.
Luna walked over to the book and picked it up. Examining the cover.
"And what book did you destroy?"
"Fifty shades of grey." She replied showing me what was left of the cover. A tie decorated the front.
"Davina got me this saying that we were going to read it together before watching the movie. But now since it's destroyed..."
I smiled she seemed in a much better mood. The color of her clothing not matching her attitude.
"This is between me and you okay so-"
"Don't worry I won't tell her what became of the book. Though I doubt it has the right to be called that. Freya most likely needs your help so if you don't mind will you kindly walk with me." I asked holding out my arm.
She nodded linking her arm with mine. "I would be delighted to."
Klaus was in the room with Freya and Vincent watching over their shoulders at a distance. Of course he looked my way and before I could drop her arm she did it for me walking over to Freya. It was already too late he had seen us.
"It's okay, it's not your fault." Luna said talking over Freya's repeated "sorry's."
"How far have you gotten?" Luna asked still oblivious to the fact that my brother's eyes were on her face.
"On the spell not very far, but I know that we'll be done in no time now that we have you."
Luna did not reply instead her eyes stayed focused on the papers that Freya had handed to her. "So which of us is going to be the anchor and who is going to get Rebekah out of Eva's mind?"
"Anchor?" Freya questioned looking between Luna and Vincent.
"Yes a witch needs to be outside the circle chanting non-stop to not only allow those in the circle to go into Eva's mind but also to protect them."
"Them?" Klaus asked speaking up for the first time.
"Yes. Two people, a vampire and one witch preferably. The vampire could distract Eva and the witch could find Rebekah."
"Shouldn't the witch distract Eva?" Vincent asked and Luna shook her head in response.
"No because the witch is more vulnerable to the vampire. If you die in there-"
"You stay that way." Vincent finished.
"Well while the three of you figure out who is going to be who I'd like to have a word with Elijah." Vincent nodded at Klaus the girls busy fussing around books.
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Freya Pov
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It was decided. I would be the anchor. My brothers Klaus and Elijah would hold me down as chanted. The idea had been Luna's. She said that my chanting would have to be strong in order for this to work. Klaus and Elijah would act as more physical anchors, literally holding me down. Marcel would be the vampire to distract Eva, (Luna had asked via text and he of course said yes). Luna was going to be the witch to find Rebekah. Vincent had argued with her over this but eventually he agreed that she should be the one to do it. Luna did know Rebekah after all, he didn't. I could see that he was trying to keep the both of us safe but lets be honest the two of us being stubborn wasn't really helping him.
"So you talked about this circle is there anything special about it?"
"It has to be perfectly shaped. Strength and protection runes..." As she went on describing this circle I couldn't help but notice she was very knowledgeable about this. I wanted to ask how she knew but there wasn't enough time. Cole could show up at any minute and I couldn't afford to be asking questions. I needed to stay focused and she did to.
"I am going to go get Elijah and Klaus tell them about the plan hopefully before Cole arrives." She said catching my attention once again.
"Wait before you go could you draw the circle?" She raised one of her eyebrows confused at my question.
"It's just that you sound like you know more than I do." I said trying to further explain myself. Though her eye brow still remained up.
"Well then this will be a good learning experience." She said a small smile on her face.
"That would be great and all but if I mess up my sister could die."
It was true. One simple mistake could lead to the death of Rebekah. That was not something I wanted to happen, ever.
"Freya don't start doubting yourself. That's where you start to mess up and your magic starts to mess up or stop all together. Be confident in your magic. You are a powerful witch. You've been doing magic and spells like this longer than I've been alive. Youcando this." She said and I leaned down to hug her despite feeling pain flare up in my side.
"Thank you." I said allowing a small smile on my face, she waved to Vincent as she walked out of the room to go find my brothers.
"Her dad was always good at those."
"At what?" I asked picking up the chalk preparing myself to draw the circle. The furniture had already been moved out of the way.
"Motivational speeches. Telling people to believe in themselves and they actually do. He was very influential. When ever he asked you to do something it was like you felt compelled to do it. I just saw him in her now and it's like being burned all over again."
"You miss them." I said not even looking up. My gaze focused on the circle I was drawling.
"They were my best friends. It's mind blowing that she doesn't know what great people her parents were."
"You can be the one to tell her about them. Maybe it would cheer her up she's been feeling down lately."
"Down?" He questioned and I nodded. Despite my back being turned to him I knew he saw me.
"Yeah she's been struggling with her emotions lately. As her friend I have noticed that, anybody else wouldn't have. Luna is rather gifted at hiding her emotions."
He laughed. A sound I never thought I'd here from him. Especially at a time like this. It was nice.
"Madeline was the best secret keeper. Jason her father on the other hand couldn't keep it down unless it was serious."
I had begun to draw runes when I spoke again.
"Who is she most like?"
"With the eye's, and cheek bones I'd say Jason. With the height and hair I'd have to say Madeline. Outside appearances aside personality wise I think she is herself and a combination of them..."
As I drew runes outside and inside the circle I asked questions and he answered them. The both of us laughing. As the minutes passed I found that I liked Vincent. I had a lot in common with him and he just didn't know how much and I wanted him to know.
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Klaus Pov
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"I look forward to meeting you again Ms. Labonair or is it Halliwell now?"
That is what was written on the piece of paper. In cursive. I felt sick as I read this over and over again.
"Are you going to tell her?" Elijah asked his tone quiet and strained.Anger, pain, and frustration were the main feelings being expressed today. "Well Elijah since you know her better than anyone else what do you suppose we do?"
"Know her better than anyone else?" He asked clearly confused.
"The two of you walking arm in arm that must mean something."
Elijah sighed heavily shaking his head. "Brother it wasn't like that."
"Then please explain to me what exactly was it?"
"I happen to care and love her too. You are not the only one who does so stop acting like it."
"I know I'm not the only one but I thought I made myself clear." I said trying to push down the rising heat in my chest.
"Clear on what Niklaus. Not to touch her, not to be around her. If you want to set stipulations like that then I suggest you man up tell her of your true feelings and then become her boyfriend. Then and only then will you be able to make those type of stipulations."
Instead of replying I took a drink of bourbon to calm myself. It was ridiculous really how jealous I felt. My jealousy was new to me and I couldn't control it. When it came to Luna I knew very little. I loved her and I would die or her. When it came to other guys, men even in my family I grew jealous. That she was spending her time with them instead of me.
"Besides she was still wearing your jacket. Did you think that could possibly mean something?"
Hmm. It could mean something but she wore Damon and Josh's jacket all the time.
"As much as I would like to continue talking about this we have more pressing matters to deal with and it's not Abbraxas. Finn has the white-oak stake-"
"You want to destroy it." He said cutting me off. Though I nodded anyway he was right I wanted to destroy it. Our only weakness once and for all.
"Yes. I don't know about you Elijah but I don't plan on dying anytime soon. I've got everything to live for."
"Luna got sick."
"Sick? Is she alright? Why didn't you say anything?" I question setting the empty glass down without care.
"Niklaus. Breathe. Luna is fine. Our mother told her of Abbraxas and how he carries pictures of her around."
I breathed a sigh of relief. Happy that it was not my cooking that did this to her.
Elijah raised a brow.
"Remember when I took her away this morning. Well I made her breakfast so-"
"You were worried that your cooking had made her sick but as you know now that is not the case." He said and I narrowed my eyes. Elijah for some reason had a smile on his face. Now was not the time to be all giddy.
"What are you smiling about?" I asked and he let out a small chuckle.
"I'm just wondering if diner is next."
I opened my mouth to reply but decided not to feed into his enjoyment. What he wanted was for me to get all flustered. And that couldn't possibly happen because Klaus Mikealson didn't get flustered.
"Your cheeks are as red as that apple over there."
There it was again. My favorite song. The one that never get old no matter how many times I listened to it. The steady melodic "beat" of her heart. Not fast or slow, but at a reassuring pace. I had tried to explain to my brother, Elijah about the significance of her heart and the way it beats and how it sounds. I could go to any girl in this town or world and it wouldn't be the same. I would know I've done it before at least a dozen times. He doesn't understand it, he can't for some reason. Her steps quietly echoed throughout the halls. She was probably wearing that pair of combat boots with the heel. Other than that her foot falls were almost completely silent. She's always been that way, graceful without putting any effort in. I had learned that the first day she had emerged from her room in at the plantation house. The way she descended the stairs wasn't uncommon it was the way she held herself. That was what made her so graceful. Not even a full day had passed and she had changed so much. Which was a good thing. I took a deep breath, I could smell her usual shampoo and conditioner. Along with her lotion, deodorant, and my leather jacket. Besides that she had her own natural scent had suddenly become my favorite smell. Breathing her fragrance was like going outside for someone else. A breath of fresh air, clarity.
I opened the door before she could.
"Ready to hear the new plan?" She asked looking between Elijah and I.
"Of course." Elijah replied, I would have said something but I got stuck in one of those moments.
The moments where, when she walked into the room or said something I temporarily forgot how to do simple things. Like talking.
I was busy thinking about how much I wanted to run my hands through her long luscious curls. Thinking about her wide eyed gaze whenever I show her something she's never seen before. To busy thinking about how I could make those pink pouty lips turn upwards into a smile. To busy thinking about how soft her smooth carmel skin was. Thinking of ways I couldaccidentallybrush past her. How boyish of me to think like this. It was strange. With every other girl I was never like this. In fact I never had to try at all. Luna was not like any other girl. I wanted to try I just didn't know how to start. And if I did try would I fail? I could ruin what me and Luna had. The strong bond we had forged would turn weak. She wouldn't want to trust me, let alone be around me. That was something I never wanted to happen. What I did want to happen was for me to gather up the courage and to tell her how I felt.
"Are you okay?" Luna asked immediately pulling me out of my dazed state.
I could see that she was worried.
Worried for me.
"Yes, I'm just worried about Rebekah."
She nodded reaching out and putting her hand on my upper arm. Bam. There it was. That tingly warm sensation.
I suddenly wished that I wasn't wearing a long sleeved shirt. That her hand was on my bare skin instead of my clothing.
"I am going to do whatever it takes to get her back."
"I take it you are going to be in the circle?" Elijah asked causing me to grit my teeth. Her hand had dropped from my arm and it was back to normal again. But I didn't want it to be normal. I wanted it to be warm, to feel this giddy sensation.
She nodded looking between me and Elijah. "Yes and Marcel is going to be the vampire that goes with me."
"So that means Freya is the anchor?"
"Yes, Vincent is going to be there if anything goes wrong. The two of you are going to have to hold on to Freya."
"Hold onto her?" I asked confused. Not that I doubted her, but I was curious.
"Yes the spell Freya is going to be chanting is extremely powerful and it is going to take all of her concentration. So the both of you are going to have to hold her down. If you let go then Marcel and I will be trapped inside of Eva's mind with Rebekah, and she will win."
That was a lot. I didn't want her involved with the spell at all. But it wasn't my choice it was hers. Instead of trying to persuade her not to do it I decided to support her.
A loud thud could be heard coming from within the compound. Like someone's body hitting the floor.
Luna went into the direction of the sound.
It was Cole. Mikeal was laying on the floor, staining it with his blood. Eva was unconscious, smoke was emitting from her her body laying limply in Cole's arms.
"I'll be upstairs waiting." Cole said before shimmering.
Luna went to work on Mikeal. Asking if the one of us could lift him up on to one of the beds in the room.
In a matter of minutes Luna had managed to stop his bleeding. She had started wrapping him up. Specifically his right hand and his head that had a nasty cut on it. Then she stopped moving all together. Eyes locked on something Elijah and I couldn't see.
"Luna what is it?"
"A piece of the white oak stake." She replied calmly. Holding it up.
It was more of a fragment then anything. Elijah carefully took it from her hands before he could turn and leave she called out his name.
"Don't destroy it."
"Why it's a danger-" Elijah began but she cut him off causing me to smirk.
"I know what it could do but I can use that to find the other pieces of the stake. If you destroy it now no one is going to be able to find the rest of those pieces."
Elijah nodded frowning at me before going out of the room to hide it somewhere within the compound.
After Luna adjust Mikeal's pillows and blankets she turned to me to say something but was caught off guard by someone behind me. Damn whoever it was. Now I would never know what she was going to say.
"Jake! What are you doing here you can't be here right now it's to dangerous."
"Luna I'm a hybrid now. Aren't you supposed to be resting you took a beating."
"Yeah I got hurt but I'm not going to just lay around in bed all day. I've got things to do."
"You always have stuff to do haven't you ever thought about taking a break?"
"Jake I don't have time for a break. Not when someone could die, or get hurt."
Back and fourth. She seemed to be doing that a lot today. Not just with Jake but with Freya and me.
"I'm sorry Jake." Luna said and before he could say anything else she put her hands up and froze him. I've only seen her do this once before. I was just as surprised as the first time.
"That won't last long enough for you to complete the spell." I said remembering how long it lasted last time.
"I know but I think I know how to keep him out of harms way.
...
"I must say love, this is by far your most impressive plan." I said after stuffing Jake into a room in the compound. She looked back at me and smiled. Out of no where she got out black chalk and drew symbols on the door.
"These will keep him from breaking out of the room." She said gesturing to the door.
"It's time." Cole announced appearing out of thin air as usual.
I looked over at Luna, feeling her hand slip into mine.
"This will work."
I smiled down at her. She was trying to comfort me. Unlike Elijah she succeeded.
"Of course it will. Things always do when they involve you."
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Marcel Pov
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The circle was bigger than I had expected. Symbols were drawn onto the floor. I wasn't a witch expert but these symbols, looked dark.
"Control, strength, and power." Luna said getting my attention.
"You can read that?"
"Yes but it's more of a feeling, for me anyway."
"Speaking of feelings are you nervous?" I asked as we stepped inside of the circle.
"More worried." She replied looking at Rebekah's still body that also lay inside the circle. Eva was unconscious on the other side.
I nodded. When she was calm like this she reminded me of her mother. Especially since her hair was down.
"It's time. Find Rebekah as fast as you can. I don't know how long I'll be able to do this spell."
Luna and I laid back as instructed, it was like falling asleep or at least that's how Vincent described it.
Before Freya could start chanting I took Luna's hand, squeezing it gently. Just enough for her to know that she wasn't alone.
Her eyes remained closed but there was the smallest hint of a smirk on her face.
Deep down we were all scared.
Scared that this wasn't going to work, scared that we wouldn't be able to save Rebekah.
I exhaled clearing everything from my mind. Focused only on distracting Eva long enough for Luna to find Eva.
Vincent was right, it was just like falling to sleep only much faster.
My eyes opened after what felt like days. Luna's hand was still in mine after looking at our surroundings I stood up pulling her with me.
"This is not what I expected." Luna said holding herself. Trying to keep warm. It was freezing in here. Not to mention damp and dark. The lights above us didn't help much. They were tinted green and they would flicker. There were times where we were in complete darkness. Being together was not an option. We had to split up, go in different directions to find Rebekah and distract Eva. But until then I was going to enjoy in the fact that right now I wasn't alone.
"I'm guessing that because she is so sick and twisted in the head in a way-"
"It makes since that it would look like this." She finished flinching when there was the sound of breaking glass in the distance. The next thing I heard was fast footsteps and then a gasp followed by a child's scream.
"Go." I mouthed letting go of her hand. She nodded before quietly walking off in the direction of the child's scream.
Normally I wouldn't have told her to go there but it was most likely were Rebekah was. Freya did say it was a possibility that Rebekah could appear and sound different. I looked behind me hearing whispering. That particular direction looked nasty. Dark colored slime was on the walls, bloody foot prints faded away into the darkness.
If Eva was anywhere it would be here. It matched her personality perfectly.
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Luna Pov
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Walking in the direction where the scream originated would not have been option one for me.
I had hopes that this scream would lead me to Rebekah. Though I doubted it was her because when I wanted or hoped for something to happen it very rarely ever did.
Worst case scenario Marcel was the one to find Rebekah, leaving me to find Eva.
My powers were working but I wasn't sure they were going to work in her mind. I held hand in front of me and tried to move a wooden plank in front of me. Nothing.
That means that she would have all the power here. This was her mind after all. I wish I would have thought about this before. Maybe the plan would have been different. Maybe we wouldn't have had to split up at all. It wasn't like there was some flare gun that I could shoot up into the air and then I would be rescued shortly after.
Saving Rebekah was the only way we were going to get out of here.
I had been walking in this direction for what seemed like forever. There were no walls, and no doors just this endless space of nothing.
The floor was wet in some places, cracking and dry in others.
I paused hearing something crunch at the bottom of my boot. I bent down seeing the pieces of glass. This must have been the glass we had heard break earlier. I looked up the light above me flickering before completely shutting off along with the others leaving me in complete darkness.
Taking quiet breaths I walked away from the glass. Using my other senses to guide me.
After a few minutes I picked something up.Pine.
Walking a few steps I stopped, sensing something a few feet in front of me. I reached out only to be met with the cool damp surface of a wall. As I continued to walk I put my hand against the wall hoping to use it as a guide of sorts. The smell ofpineas becoming more evident as I walked on.
I only stopped when my hand hit the empty air. As I started to feel around it was shaped like a doorway of some kind, a small one at that. I leaned in only to cut my cheek. The sharp pain didn't go away so I suspected that the glass wasn't clean, little droplets of blood began to run down my face but I wasn't concerned about that at the moment. Why would a door have glass? It didn't seem to be automatic and why would it be. Kneeling down I ran my one good hand and trailed it down expecting to find nothing but what I got was more wall. There was a hole in the middle made by something round as it was perfectly shaped. Besides that the rest of the wall was hole free and strong like concrete. Hmm so if not a door then a window...
I stood up using both hands to feel the height and width of this window. I didn't have the exact numbers but I would fit. Flinching again as I heard the child's voice. "Help!"
I couldn't just climb out the window without knowing how far it dropped. I could break my neck.
One of the lights flickered above m allowing me to see a white sheet covered in stains behind the corner. I ran as quietly as possible to it. Picking it up stretching to see how strong it was. I saw a piece of ply wood and picked that up to, I had a good use for it. Once I reached the window I dropped the stained sheet and took the piece of ply wood knocking of any pieces of glass that were still attached to the frame of the window. I did not want to get cut again. I looked out of the window again to see darkness there was a single candle lit and from what I could see a girl with blonde hair. My mind immediately went to Rebekah. Before I could think about what to do next my name was called. I turned around thankful to see Marcel.
"Did you find her?" He asked and I nodded. Just now noticing the blood on his face and torso.
"Are you okay-"
"That doesn't matter right now how far does that drop?" He asked walking over to the window. Rebekah turned mouthing "Hurry up, please I'd like it very much if I got out of here."
"I don't know but I'm guessing pretty far. Here why don't you lower this down with me on it, and I can grab Rebekah and then you can pull the both of us up." I said and he nodded wordlessly. Looking over his shoulder before taking the sheet from me.
After putting the sheet out the window I was next. I held onto his one arm that wasn't holding the sheet. Securing me until I could get a good hold. Once I did he lowered me down. Soon my feet were touching the floor and Rebekah was hugging me around the waist, tightly, shaking even.
I gently pushed her off me. "We can hug later, right now let's get out of here and get you home." She blew the candle out after quietly putting it down. Now the only light was above us, and even that was flickering widely
She nodded and I held onto the sheet again. This time with one arm, the other was around Rebekah. I didn't feel worried, I was strong in my upper arms. Rebekah was at least seventy pounds soaking wet in this child form. My older brother Chris was a full grown man and I carried him in the woods with a sprained angle. I was sure I could handle my weight plus Rebekah's with ease.
We were almost to the top, so close to this being over when the sheet stopped moving. I heard a scuffle and then a loud thud. Rebekah and I waited in silence.
"Oh hello there! Aren't the three of you cute. Coming into my body and mind thinking you can just leave." Eva said and I closed my eyes trying to calm myself.
"Yes because I have something you want." I replied. Begging and pleading would do nothing for Rebekah and me. I knew Eva and how her sick twisted mind worked. Pleading and begging for mercy only spurred her on.
"And what could that possibly be?"
I looked at Rebekah's tear stricken face and held her closer to me, trying to comfort her.
"Vincent."
This time there was no response but I sensed by the silence she was taken back.
"Where is he?" She asked the doubt thick in her voice.
"Not far." I tried to break through the spell to speak. I didn't know if I had failed or succeeded. There was no way to tell I only hoped that it was good enough.
She lightly hummed, "Thanks for the tip but I still have to kill the three of you-"
"No no no! Wait you don't want to kill me, not like this!"
Eva laughed her voice cracking. "How could you possibly know what I want and don't want. Vincent doesn't matter to me anymore. He left me. The only thing I want from him is his dead heart in my hands when I rip it from his chest-"
"If you kill me then you'll never know the truth."
"What truth?" Eva asked the laugh still in her voice.
"Who's the strongest between us."
"I think I already have that answer darling considering the fact that I now control whether you live or die."
"If you kill me now your taking the easy route by not facing me yourself. My powers don't work in here but I'm guessing you already know that. If you kill me now everyone will know what a coward you are."
"I'll take those chances..." Eva said before dropping the sheet, causing Rebekah and I to fall with it...
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Cole Pov
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Watching Freya chant was alarming. She had started out quiet, doing the spell in latin which I was still getting used to. As the time went on her voice grew louder more strained. Klaus and Elijah literally had to hold onto her. Now I understood why Luna said it would take all of her energy and concentration.
It's been an hour and a half since Marcel and Luna went into Eva's mind. Marcel was completely still but Luna was anything but. She would occasionally shiver like she was cold. Her fingers would twitch. At one point she even turned towards Marcel, leaning her head onto his arm.
"I can't do this!" Freya said before resuming her chanting.
"Yes you can. Three lives are depending on you. Believe in yourself like we believe in you." Elijah said speaking calmly.
"It's just so hard." She said in-between deep breaths as she resumed chanting.
"I know Freya just a little longer. Then you can go rest." Klaus said speaking softly, as tears came out of the corner of her eyes. I could see that they wanted t wipe them from her face but they couldn't because they were holding onto her. I stepped forwards my handkerchief in hand, and wiped her tears away.
"Cole come take a look at this." Vincent said suddenly catching my attention.
He was bent over Luna a worried expression on his face.
"What is it?"
"She is bleeding." He replied.
Trying to see past the blood that ran down her cheek it looked like a cut.
"Do you think it's from a knife or dagger?" Vincent asked and I shook my head. "No probably a piece of glass. Accidental. The way it's shaped it was like she pulled back surprised. She might not have even known it was there.
Some time later Marcel's neck jutted to the side. Like someone had snapped it. Luna's breathing increased.
She was gasping for air at this point. "Get us out of here." She whispered and I looked over at Vincent, Klaus, and Elijah to make sure I hadn't been the only one that heard her speak.
"Freya." Klaus said his voice not as soft as the last time he spoke to her.
"I'm working on it." She replied her chants growing louder. Sweat began to drip down her face. Mixing with her tears.
Luna shot up and clutched her chest rolling over to where Rebekah was.
Besides the little gray tinge her skin was normal. "Bloody hell. How could she do that?"
Freya breathed a sigh of relief seeing Rebekah, Klaus and Elijah did to. Vincent went to go help her. Freya's nose had began to bleed.
"Well now that I'm here let's see who has the real power or you can just hide behind your friends." Eva said standing up.
"What did you do to Marcel?" Luna asked slipping my hand out of Rebekah's
"Snapped his neck, now are you going to keep asking questions or are we going to get down to business?"
Before anyone said anything else the room began to shake. Everyone including myself looked at Luna who had a calm expression on her face that reminded me of her mother. When Madeline was calm she was more dangerous then she was angry.
"Impressive but what else can you do." Eva said and Luna shook her head.
"It's not me."
There was a loud groaning sound before the wall was ripped apart, a portal taking it's place. A portal from the underworld. Clawed hands reaching up. Rebekah, Luna, and Eva the one's closest to it were dragged in.
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Luna Pov
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There are moments in time where everything just slows down, and stops. This was one of those times.
My whole torso was being pulled from the back. My hair blowing behind me. I could see everyone. Marcel on the ground with his neck still snapped. Vincent standing beside Freya supporting her. Elijah beside Cole. And Klaus was looking at me, reaching.
I reached to...
There was a dull roaring in my ears, then I blinked and everything sped back up again. I expected to be pulled in but the unexpected happened. I was caught. Someone was hanging onto me. Looking up I had expected to see Klaus but it was Rebekah instead.
"Did you think I was going to allow my best friend to leave me after she saved my life?" She asked in a strained voice while looking down at me. "No your best friend is thinking about not dying at the moment."
She laughed despite the situation I did to.
"My best friend, she's always thinking of everyone else. It's about time she started thinking about herself."
I shook my head feeling something tugging at my leg, I groaned in pain. "Your best friend sounds like a decent person."
"She happens to be more than a decent person, having saved me and my family's life the moment she walked in."
I cried out feeling nails dig into my leg. Looking back I saw Eva. Hanging on for dear life onto my leg.
"In fact it's why I refuse to let her go even though I've dislocated my arm, and I'm exhausted and need to shower badly."
"You should let her go and save yourself all of this trouble." I said no longer thinking about me. If Rebekah let me go then Eva would die to. They would never have to worry about ever dealing with her again. Yes I would never see Hope grow up, yes Klaus would never know how I felt but I was sure someone would tell him.
Rebekah gritted her teeth. "My best friend is lucky that I can't reach her right now because if I could she'd never even think of saying anything like that again."
"That portal goes straight to purgatory. It won't leave until it takes someone!" Cole shouted up at us and I looked at Rebekah an idea popping up into my head.
Purgatory. A plane located between earth and the underworld. It serves as a prison for banished demons and other evil beings. I knew that only because Cole had brought it up a couple times saying some high-level demons broke out. One of them I think was Gabriel I think. That wasn't the point, the point was this could be my chance. Not to kill Eva. Killing her would be to easy even if it was slow and painful. If she was there inPurgatorythen she would suffer. She was evil after all.
"Rebekah don't let me go." I said and she nodded. "Of course not."
"I am going to kill you." Eva said while gripping onto my legs.
"You're not the one who get's to make the decisions any more. You don't control me anymore. Those days are over."
Eva laughed. "So I suppose you are the one going to kill me now. Go ahead you won't have a restful sleep. That's the problem with you Halliwell witches you are to good to kill. And if and when you kill you are flooded with guilt."
"I hope you enjoy disappointment, when I have the best sleep I've ever had tonight."
"Wait!" She yelled but it was already to late. I had kicked her in the face with my boot causing her to let go of my legs, she fell into the dark portal the clawed hands pulling her in.
The roaring faded away and so did the gravitational pull from the portal causing Rebekah and I to fall onto the hard floor.
"Sorry about your arm." I said and Rebekah shrugged with her good shoulder. "It will heal in good time." She replied a small smile on her face.
"Sorry about your shoes they were quite cute. I promise to replace them-"
"Rebekah it's fine you don't have to replace the, Ow! What was that for?" I said shocked after she hit me on the arm with her good hand.
"That was for thanking that I would let my best friend go." She said standing up to hug both of her brothers. Saying something about going to take a shower before walking off. Klaus and Elijah took Marcel out of the room. I suspected they were trying to give us privacy.
"She's not dead." Cole said after helping me up.
"I know. She had to go somewhere far away from here. Is it true what she said about Halliwell witches being to good to kill?"
"Most of your family follows a code. Never harm or kill. I said most because your mother did not follow that code or any rules. She killed yes but that doesn't mean she is a bad person. That doesn't make you a bad person either. Sending Eva to purgatory you did the world a favor, you probably even saved it. Which your family has done many times. You don't get to choose what you are and who your family is. But you get to decide who you are and who your going to be."
I nodded. He was right of course it was my choice. It was up to me.
Feeling something nudge my leg I looked down surprised to see a puppy. It's body was mostly black, a rottweiler? I think that's what he was. I remember Josh showing me a puppy that looked like him and he called it a rottweiler saying it was one of his favorites.
"Oh hey, how did you get in here?" I asked picking him up. It whined and licked my face. I had never really been close to a dog, much less hold a puppy. He was very warm and his fur was soft and sleek. It felt nice having him nuzzle his face in my arms.
Cole frowned. "Where did you get that?"
"He just nudged my leg, and I picked him up." I replied to his question trying to figure out why he was looking at the puppy in my arms strangely.
"Luna this dog isn't normal." Cole said moving to put his hand on my shoulder stopping when the puppy in my arms growled and turned towards him.
He attempted to put his hands on my other shoulder and the puppy repeated his actions. Growling louder than before. I got chills hearing the sound of his growling.
"Cole what's wrong?" I asked now feeling a little worried.
"What you have in your arms is a hell hound, well half but still."
"Hell hound?" I questioned looking down at the curled up puppy in my arms. Hell hound didn't really seem like a friendly term. Anything with the word "hell" put in front of it was bound to be bad. This puppy didn't seem bad, he seemed really friendly and he was really cute.
"Basically demons in the form of dogs. Could you put him down and walk to the other side of the room?"
Even though I thought what he asked of me was weird I did anyway.
After walking to the other side of the room I stopped happy to see that he had followed me. He didn't seem very demonic to me. Especially rolled over on his back, and then sneezed.
"He seems to like you." Stated Cole as the puppy pawed at my legs. I think he wanted to be held again. "May I?" I asked looking at Cole and he nodded. A thoughtful expression on his face, "Sure just be careful."
I had just gotten him into my arms when Cole walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. I wasn't worried of course he seemed to be testing out this puppy. Apparently demon dogs were just as bad as regular demons.
The puppy in my arms growled at Cole and bared his sharp white teeth, his eyes glowed red. Once Cole took his hand off my shoulder the puppy went back to normal. Meaning his eyes stopped glowing red and he was back to licking my cheek again.
"Is that normal for them to go from attack mode to this?" I asked looking down at the half-hell hound puppy that had nuzzled himself in my neck.
"Hell hounds aren't friendly at all. They can even sometimes turn on their demon masters. That's why they started going extinct. Mind you they are very difficult almost impossible to kill. But that pup you have in your arms is half of a normal dog. The breeders probably did that to try and make it to where the hell hounds could blend in to the normal human world."
Who in their right mind would breed a hell hound and a regular dog?
"Breeders?" I questioned. Cole nodded reaching out to pet the puppy. Instead of growling he sighed heavily. Cole then frowned and placed his hand on my shoulder again causing the puppy to again growl.
"Yes, breeders. This thing tends to happen all the time in this plane and in the underworld. Demons sometimes even humans are involved. What they do is they take other demonic animals and they combine species. They then try to sell them and that puppy must have somehow escaped."
I scratched him behind his ears gently and he snuggled further into my arms.
"Why does he like me so much?" I asked curiously.
"I don't know but he is already attached to you. Klaus and Elijah should probably know about this because-"
As soon as he said that both Klaus and Elijah walked into the room.
I looked at Cole for assistance. What was I supposed to say? How was I supposed to explain what he was?
"Luna made a new friend today. He so happens to be half demon." Cole said gently turning me around allowing Klaus and Elijah to see what was nuzzled into my neck.
"Demon it's a puppy." Klaus said reached forward to pet it. I was surprised that when he put his arm around me the puppy didn't growl, and his eyes didn't glow. Instead he smelled Klaus even resorting to licking him on his hand before returning to my neck.
Lucky dog.
"It only looks like one because it is a hybrid. Half hell hound, and half normal dog. And he is very attached to Luna." Cole said stepping forward yet again to place a hand on my shoulder.
The puppy growled and barred his teeth. Cole took his hand off of my shoulder and to prove a point he pet him and he didn't growl.
"Elijah come touch Luna's shoulder." Klaus said and Elijah cautiously walked towards me placing his hand on my shoulder.
Deep growls emitted from the puppy's throat and his eyes began to glow red again. Elijah took his hand off my shoulder abruptly. Klaus chuckled at this and I couldn't help but laugh a little myself.
"I like this dog. What else can he do?" Klaus asked looking at Cole with his arm still around my shoulders. I tried to hide how happy I was of this fact.
"When full grown hell hounds have razor sharp teeth and claws that can cut through steel. They grow to be around the size of a bear. They are strong and fast. Enhanced senses. Immortal. Very intelligent. Since the dog is half hell hound I imagine that he has all of these qualities except for the large size. He was bred to fit into the human world."
Klaus and Elijah nodded though I suspected it was time I asked.
"Can he stay?" I asked looking between Klaus and Elijah.
"Of course he can stay. If he is this protective of you I doubt anyone will ever want to come near you again unless they want to lose their limbs." Klaus said I smiled his tone was enthusiastic, cheerful.
I smiled and gently ran my hand down the puppy's back. I would have to give him a name but I'd worry about that later.
After taking my new dog for a walk Klaus came outside to get me. Apparently Freya needed to talk to everyone. I was happy that he was happy.
He really did seem to like the dog, everyone one did.
Once there in the living room I sat on the couch and my new companion sat by my feet.
Davina and Kol sat by me and everyone else filled in. I couldn't help but be surprised to see Hayley, Jackson, and Jake.
I couldn't meet his eyes still feeling guilty for freezing him and putting him in a locked room. Even though I had already apologized and he had brushed it off saying it was fine.
My brother and Leo weren't here which worried me. While in New Orleans they hand't been gone this long. So because they weren't here I couldn't help but wonder if something bad had happened. That was the way things were. Accomplish one really good thing and then at least three bad things happen to set that one really good thing back.
Cole was here, he even gave a small smile when he saw my new companion at my feet.
"Thank you all for coming here I really appreciate it. Dahlia raised me after taking me away from my mother. I ran away from her because she was draining my power and controlling me. That was over a century ago. I know she is awake. I have known for the past week. Dahlia flowers follow me wherever I go. She knows where I am yet she hasn't tried to take me yet which means she has her sights set on a new witch and I don't know who it is or who it could possibly be. If she's not looking for me then she's looking for a new power source. I didn't want to tell you because of everything going on with Abbraxas and Eva."
There was a heavy silence in the room. Knowing Freya as long as I have she was worried about what everyone would say. What everyone would think. This has probably been eating her up everyday for however long she's known.
"Is there a specific marker she's looks for in a witch?" I asked and Freya sighed. I could see that she was relieved that someone had said something.
"They would have to be powerful. From a rare family, someone special."
"Like Hope?" Rebekah asked and Freya shook her head closing her eyes as she did.
"No Dahlia's already dealt with me I doubt she would want another Mikealson."
Elijah tensed looking off in another direction. Jackson had his arm around my sisters shoulders, trying to support her of course there was going to be a little drama here at this time. Why not?
"Well who do we know that's powerful and from a rare family."
Cole looked at me nodding as he did. "It's Luna." He announced I sat back deflated. Lovely. Just what I needed yet another person after me.
"Why would you think it's Luna?" Jake asked glancing in my direction.
Cole straightened out his suit jacket before beginning. "The Halliwell and Warren witch lines have always been rare and distinct. No witch, warlock, or demon can have what they have. Not to mention every single Halliwell witch is powerful in their own way. What makes them so special is that they were all women. Wyatt and Chris were the first males born into this. Prophecies were written about them, painting were created, and so on. The strongest witches to ever exist are said to be The Power of three. Luna is apart of that power."
"Why me?" I asked before he could say anymore. That was way to much information to just give out and not go back to.
"Among other things you are extremely powerful. The blood that runs in your veins is special. You don't follow the elders rules there are no stipulations and limitations to your power. Out of everyone here Dahlia would seek out you because you are the heart and soul of the charmed ones. The triquetra symbol was made for you, Wyatt, and Chris. The other generations just borrowed it."
I put my head in my hands trying to wrap my head around what he had just said. Why did everything have to revolve around me. It's not like I wanted it to.
"Well there you go now everyone officially wants you."
"You can count me to." Josh said causing me to smile.
"This isn't time to joke around this is serious." Jackson said and I sighed not being able to help it.
"Things are always serious, it's okay to joke." Klaus said surprising me. Usually he was serious about being serious. What could have changed between now and then?
"So there is a strong possibility that Dahlia is after Luna what do we do now?" Freya asked looking around the room.
No way was I going to be put under lock down.
"I will tell you what we are not doing."
"Luna it's for your own good." Hayley started off already knowing where I was going with this.
"I've been locked up for most of my life I don't want to start that again." I looked over at Klaus hoping that this time he would take my side.
"Locking someone up isn't always the best thing for their protection and besides Luna has proven to be able to take care of herself. However if you are that concerned for her safety I will make it my personal interest that she is never alone." I stared up at him shocked. So he was taking my side.
He said he would make it his personal interest that I'm never alone. Did that mean he was going to be with me all the time. If so then my hard days were about to get a lot better.
Klaus held his hand out to me and I took it. As he led me off I noticed that we were be followed by a four legged friend.
It became clear that he was taking me outside.
The air was as clean and clear as I had hoped. The breeze was cool. Jazz was quietly playing but other than that it was a quiet night. We sat down on the same step and my puppy of course sat on the next step. Now fully awake and alert.
"Luna there is something I have to tell you and when I do I need you to be completely honest about how you feel."
I nodded. Trying to slow my erratic beating heart. He could hear it. Right now I didn't want him to. He might even suspect something is up. That couldn't happen not for a long time.
"There really is no other way I can explain this..." He said reaching into his pocket and pulling some pictures out.
As I looked through them I realized there was something in common.
They were all of me.
Every single one of them.
I didn't know whether to be more disturbed or afraid. "Cole found those. They were supposed to be sent to Abbraxas but he intercepted them. There is more, hundreds of pictures of you. I've known for some time I just didn't know how to tell you."
"I think it would have been better if I didn't know." I said speaking honestly.
"That's exactly what I thought!" Klaus exclaimed.
I raised my eyebrows confused.
"Elijah, and Cole thought you should have known from the very beginning. I was worried that you would be afraid, not that I don't think you can handle it because you can it's just-"
"No I am afraid. Very afraid. Dahlia seems like a rainbow compared to Abbraxas. You said I should be honest about how I feel and when you are with me I feel like no one can hurt me. I feel safe because I know that you wouldn't let anything happen to me so if your going to make sure that someone is with me, and that I'm not alone. Please, make it be you and not some body guard. I can't trust some one I don't know. I trust you and besides no one make's me feel safe the way you do."
Geez why didn't I just come out and tell him? Why did I have to say things like this?
"You know what it's fine just forget it." I said standing up planning on going inside having felt like I screwed everything up.
He cupped my face in his warm hands. Making me feel smaller than I really was.
"If me being with you makes you feel safe then I will do so without hesitation."
I sighed feeling tired and oh so sore. All of the things I did finally catching up to me. "I don't deserve you."
Klaus shook his head. The breeze tousled his hair making me want to run my hands though it just to see if it was really as soft as it was in my wildest dreams.
"You deserve better." He replied taking his hands off my face. Now looking regretful almost. it was the closest feeling I could think of, considering the fact I had never seen him make this expression before.
Feeling that extra adrenaline rush in my veins along with some bravery I reached down and held his hand. Trying to let him know that what ever he was thinking was wrong.
"There is no one better than you. For me. I mean to be with me to keep me safe. You have to stop trying to convince yourself that your bad for me. The truth is I would be dead without you and in my mind that makes you pretty damn good if not the best. I don't even know if there is a best for this kind of thing but if there was you would have that title."
His lips twitched and I had a feeling it wouldn't be long before he smiled. But he never did. In fact he was frowning looking at something behind me. I turned.
"Dahlia." I said looking at the purple flower. It was what they were called. There was no reason for it to have sprouted up from the concrete steps naturally. This was anything but natural.
"She knows I'm here." I said and then my new companion started to growl. Not at the dark of the night but at the flower. He backed up before pouncing on the flower. His sharp teeth ripping it's delicate petals to shreds.
"I really love that dog." Klaus said and I smiled. My companion was certainly making a positive impact on my life. Was it bad that I was more happy that Klaus liked the dog?
"Me too."
