When I woke up my head was pounding. I opened my eyes before slamming them shut due to the bright lights around me. Once I finally got my eyes to open better I looked around to see where I was being held. It wasn't the pack holding me, they'd all be wolves by now anyway, so that left one question: who was it that held me? I tried moving my hands, but they were restrained by those annoying hospital restraints that you see in old photos or in old movies. I sighed and laid my head back in annoyance. I turned my head towards a dripping sound by my bedside. I sat up the best I could and looked around to see tons of antique beds, wheelchairs and medical equipment just lying around to rust.
"Hello?" I called out to anyone who was here. Someone had to be here, right? They wouldn't just leave a pregnant girl alone in the middle of an old hospital. Would they? I heard someone walking towards me, or at least I hoped it was towards me it was hard to tell with the echoes in this place. "Who's there?" no answer. I groaned in annoyance and anger before someone opened the door to my, should I call this a room or a ward? I raised my head to see a beautiful red head walking towards me.
"You're awake." She said with a soft smile.
"Are the restraints really necessary?" I asked her. "I mean I can be into bondage but only when I'm willing. Kidnapping doesn't make me willing."
"I was told you'd be angry and sarcastic." She told me with a smile still in place.
"Who are you anyway?" I asked glaring at her.
"My name's Genevieve. It's nice to meet you Nicole." She told me.
"I'd say the feelings mutual, but I was looking forward to being at home with my son and husband." I told her.
"Your husband is here in another room and from what I'm told Elijah saved your son and Hayley from the fire last night." She told me.
"What fire?" I asked her.
"The fire at the plantation house last night. Elijah was forced to choose between his family and his love. I guess we know who he values more." She said with that same smile on her face.
"He chose Hayley and saved my son in the process. I won't hate him for that." I told her.
"You are quite the selfless woman, aren't you?" she asked me.
"Nope. I'm extremely selfish. But my children will always come first in my life." I told her.
"Even before your husband?" she asked me seeming to be genuinely curious.
"Even before Nik." I told her. She seemed to think on this as she set to work on whatever witchy concoction she was working on. "Where are we?" I asked her.
"A hospital I used to work at with Rebekah during the Spanish Influenza in 1919. I had quite the nack for healing people." She told me.
"Goody for you. Why am I here?" I asked.
"We wanted to show you what you were getting yourself into when you signed up to be a Michaelson. Always and forever." She said.
"You mean you and Celeste? You can both rot in the deepest pits of hell for all I care." I said looking up at the ceiling bored out of my mind.
"No more questions?" she asked me.
"Oh, I have questions. I just don't think you're high enough on the pay grade to answer them." I told her.
"Well you should know that you, Klaus and Rebekah will soon share one mind. I just need you to drink this." She said putting something down next to me. She undid my restraints and helped me sit up.
"I'm not drinking that. No matter how much you think you might be helping me." I told her.
"I didn't want to force this." She told me. "Especially because you're pregnant, but…" she forced the bowl to my mouth making me drink the awful concoction inside. When she was done pouring it down my throat she held my mouth closed so I couldn't spit it back up. "Celeste needs you to see how messed up this family is. Who your children are related to." She told me and I swallowed the potion. "I heard you were good friends with Rebekah. This will show you what happens to people who befriend Rebekah."
"What the hell was in that?!" I shouted at her the best I could.
"Rebekah's blood along with some other herbs." She told me. "Don't worry. This won't hurt your daughter. Now, I have to get Klaus prepared. I'll see you again momentarily." She got up and walked away from me. I stayed sitting down before getting up and walking around. I found a bathroom and rushed to the sink. I tried getting water from it, but it was no use. I placed my forehead where the mirror would have been and started laughing. Just my luck to get kidnapped by witches twice in less than nine months. I was starting to see a pattern. Suddenly flashes crossed my closed eyelids and I gasped at what I was seeing.
Rebekah walked into the crematorium with a huge smile on her face as she met with Marcel for a secret rendezvous. The two immediately embraced and begin to make out. He pushed her up against the wall and trailed his hand down her leg, though she laughs and pushed it away.
"Marcel have some respect." She laughed.
"Yeah, I don't think they mind." He told her looking around briefly, indicating the bodies around them. Victims of the influenza. "Did you ask Genevieve about doing the spell?"
"I will when the time is right." She told him.
"Rebekah, you've been hanging around that witch for weeks waiting for the time to be right. She wasn't supposed to become your sidekick. One little spell, and we can finally be together for real. What are you waiting for?" Marcel asked her.
"She's a sweet girl, is all. If you must know, I feel badly for using her." Bekah confided.
"Then we'll find another witch- one you don't have to fake a friendship with. Unless you've changed your mind?" he said looking her face over.
"I want to wake up with you in our home, in the bed that we share. I want to walk down the street with you by my side so everyone knows that you are mine and I am yours. I don't want to be afraid of what my brother will do to me for loving you. If this is the only way to get it, then no, my mind hasn't changed." Bekah told him before they started making out once more. Marcel tried making quick work of removing her nurse outfit when Genevieve walked into the room. Genevieve instantly startled when she saw Bekah and Marcel in a compromising position.
"O-oh!" she said staring at them wide-eyed. They quickly broke apart to look at her as she stood in the doorway holding bloody sheets. "I didn't know anyone was in here. I'm so sorry." She hurriedly left and Bekah, after looking at Marcel, followed after her.
"Genevieve!"
The vision of the past vanished as quickly as it came and I licked my suddenly dry lips.
"Bekah what did you do?" I muttered to myself. I'm pretty sure that this shows me nothing, and even more it shows Nik nothing that he probably hadn't already guessed. "What was the point of that?" I called to whoever was listening to me. I didn't know who was here, but I assumed it wasn't just Genevieve. "Come on! You can't be scared of a pregnant werewolf doppelganger!"
"Oh, I'm not." I turned to see Sabine standing behind me with a cruel smile on her face.
"Sabine?" I asked confused.
"Celeste." She corrected and I took a deep breath.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked her.
"I'm destroying your little family." She told her, her smile growing just a tad.
"And what do the witches get out of it?" I asked.
"Klaus out of the Quarter." She said as though I should have known all along what her plan was. "After the Originals leave the witches will be able to rule the city once more."
"And that's your big plan?" I asked her. "To rule the city?"
"Revenge is the ultimate goal, and this has been the best time I've had for years!" she said before laughing. Somewhere deep in the hospital I heard music playing and grew even more confused. "Looks like your about to take another trip down memory lane." She told me through her cruel grin.
"Why are you showing me all this?" I asked her wanting a final reason.
"To save you." She said before flashes flew through my head.
Bekah, Genevieve and a third nurse, who from Bekah's memories I knew her name was Clara, walk through a club for a table.
"Okay, next round's on me." Clara told the two girl walking ahead of her.
"Clara Summerlin, no! I'll be soused." Genevieve laughed.
"Get it while you can – it's the last real gin in the city!" Bekah told them both sounding a little bored. As Bekah and Genevieve walked to a table Clara made for the bar.
"You're nothing like I thought you'd be when I first met you." Genevieve told Bekah as they sat at a table. "I was brought up to think your kind were, well..." Genevieve's words failed her as she looked at the blonde vampire.
"An abomination of nature?" Bekah asked her and Genevieve smiled in regret at the words.
"You're anything but! Not just you, your whole family is so... elegant" Genevieve said looking to the entryway to see Elijah walking in.
"Yes, I agree, Elijah is quite peerless." Bekah said admiring her elder brother before turning back to her friend.
"I don't know... I mean, he's nice and all, but if I had to go for one Mikaelson boy..." Genevieve trailed off and Bekah looked at her shocked.
"Klaus?" Bekah asked and watched the red head blush. "Genevieve, who'd have thought a saintly little witch like you would go for the bad boys? I knew we were destined to be friends!" Bekah said with a smile on her face before swallowing her nerves at her request. "Well, there's a load of us Mikaelsons. If you like bad boys, you'd love my brother, Kol."
"And where is this mystery brother of yours?" Genevieve asked her curious.
"It's… complicated." Bekah told her thinking of her brothers daggered in coffins. "Like all siblings, we've had our ups and downs. Family feuds." Terror moved through Bekah as she prepared to ask her favor of her friend. "In fact, I was thinking of reaching out to someone we haven't seen in a very long while. I was hoping that maybe you could help me contact them. But it would have to be a surprise. No one could know."
"Of course. Do you want me to find your brother Kol?" Genevieve asked her with a mischievous smile.
"Actually, I'd like you to find Mikael... our father." Bekah told her.
Just like the first time the visions ended as quickly as they began. When I looked around where I was standing Celeste was gone.
"Bekah…" I found an abandoned wheelchair and sat in it resting my aching feet and breaking heart. "What did you do?"
"Talking to yourself now?" I turned to see Genevieve down the hall.
"Well I have no one else to talk to." I said. "You and Celeste keeping popping up out of nowhere then disappearing. By the way, showing me this means nothing. Bekah is still my friend and I won't betray her or Nik."
"What if you had to choose between one or the other?" she asked me as she started walking towards me.
"That will never happen." I told her. She walked behind me and started pushing me towards another room.
"How can you be so sure?" she asked me.
"Is that why you're showing me and Nik the past?" I asked her. "To rip apart my family?"
"I hear you have separated yourself from your family in Virginia to be here with the Michaelsons." She told me.
"It wasn't exactly a hard choice to make." I told her as she continued to push me. "Where the hell are we going?" I asked her annoyed with her prying into my private life.
"Don't you want to see your husband?" she asked me and I stayed silent. Of course I want to see Nik, but I'm worried about when the other shoe of this drama falls. We stayed quiet as she continued to push me towards where they were keeping Nik. She wheeled me into the room and the moment she stopped I jumped up and walked to Nik. He was restrained to a chair like I had been to a bed.
"Nicole. What are you doing here?" he asked looking me over.
"I was dragged here just like you were." I told him standing next to him taking his hand in mine. He continued looking me over until he was certain I was unharmed he looked back to Genevieve.
"Are you ready to see more proof?" she asked us. We didn't say anything to her, but she smiled and linked our minds once more.
Bekah and Marcel stood behind Genevieve in Lafayette Cemetery who kneeled in front of a tomb. Genevieve held a newspaper article with a photo of both Nik and Marcel in it. She crumpled it up and took a blade to the flame of the candle.
"What do you see?" Genevieve asked Nik who gasped at the sight of the blade.
"My father's blade... it went missing when I was a boy. He beat me half to death, so sure I had stolen it. Rebekah was so kind to me in the weeks after the beating... I should have known she was the culprit. She never could stand weapons were things not meant for girls." Nik explained.
"Pran ce mesaj sa a, les cendres sur le vent." Genevieve repeated over and over. As she said the spell Bekah, looking even more terrified than before, took Marcel's hand in hers as they waited for the spell to be complete. The newspaper article suddenly caught fire and disintegrated into the air.
"No…" I said to no one in particular. I couldn't believe they went through with the plan to bring Michael to New Orleans all those years ago.
"My sister. Rebekah." Nik said next to me, a tear falling from his eyes. "REBEKAH!" I took a deep breath before another vision crossed my eyes.
Genevieve was tending to a patient when Clara moved closer to her to help. Bekah moved towards the two women anxiously.
"Genevieve, we need to talk. Privately." Bekah told her nervously. Genevieve looked to Clara, who nodded at her to go.
"I'll be fine here. You go ahead. You should wash up anyway." Genevieve moved to follow Bekah when Clara called her back. "Hey. Incinerate that as soon as you can." Genevieve nodded and followed Bekah once more to the morgue placing the bloody rag into her pocket. Once alone, Bekah begged Genevieve to retract the spell.
"Call it off? Are you mad?" Genevieve asked her.
"I was wrong. It was stupid and impulsive, and it will ruin us, Genevieve. Not just Klaus but Elijah, too. I risked tearing our family apart for my own selfish happiness. I'm begging you, please, don't bring Mikael here. If Klaus finds out what we have done... what you have done." Bekah told her and I watched Genevieve's face as she realized what Bekah had done.
"Klaus will kill me. He'll kill my entire family." Genevieve breathed out in fear.
"Which is exactly why I need you to undo it." Bekah told her.
"It doesn't work that way. There is no undoing it. Mikael is coming. The only hope now is tell Klaus the truth. Confess what we've done." Genevieve told her.
"That is not an option. He will dagger me and leave me in a box for centuries. You will not say a word." Bekah yelled at her.
"You used me!" Genevieve yelled back. "This whole time, our friendship... All you wanted was a favor, and now you want to take it back? Well, you can't. And I will not suffer because I was foolish enough to trust you." The witch made to move past Bekah, but the vampire held her back.
"It was a mistake. I know that now. But that one mistake will destroy us." She started to move closer to Genevieve, but the witch used her magic to make her double over in agony.
"You brought this on yourself. I will not be destroyed along with you." Genevieve told her before turning to leave. Bekah recovered quickly enough to grab the bloody rag from Genevieve and shoved it over her mouth and nose, making her inhale the virus infected blood. Genevieve's eyes widened in shock at seeing what her friend had done to her.
"I'm so sorry, Genevieve. But if you tell Niklaus you summoned Mikael, you're dead either way." Bekah told her.
"Genevieve, is everything all right?" Both women turned to see Clara walk into the morgue who looked at the situation with shock. Bekah used her vampire speed to attack Clara the same way she had Genevieve.
"I'm sorry. I know how much this hurts. To see what she did. To see who she really is. But you needed to know. You needed to see it. And now that you have, you can take your revenge. Our revenge. Please. Go ahead. You'll need your strength for what comes next." I heard Genevieve say as I came back to reality. Genevieve pushed up her sleeve and offered her wrist to Nik. He fed from her until he had his fill before sitting back once more. Genevieve took a blade from a table and slowly undid the restraints holding Nik back. Once he was free, he jumped up and took the blade from her hands and held it to her throat. She looked afraid for a moment before Nik took the blade from her neck and turned to leave the room.
"Rebekah! Rebekah!" he called after his sister.
"Nik!" I called after him beginning to follow him to stop him from killing his sister.
"I'd stay away from him if I were you." She told me.
"And why's that?" I asked her, venom pouring from every word.
"In this state he may attack you." She told me and I shook my head at her false concern.
"He would never attack me. That's something you will never understand. No matter how many lives you live." With my final words to her I took off after Nik, hoping to find Bekah first.
"You cannot hide from me, Rebekah! Nor can you run. This ends now." I heard Nik call out.
"Nik!" I called for him hoping to stop him, but what could I do? Would I really be able to calm him down? As I searched for Nik I ran into Elijah.
"Elijah!" I hugged my brother-in-law before pulling myself from him. "Nik's hunting Bekah! We have to stop him!"
"Come." He told me before leading me to where he heard his siblings.
"Nik, it was my idea to summon Mikael. If you're gonna hurt anyone, it should be me." Bekah begged Nik.
"Such loyalty to your beloved." Nik said. Was Marcel here? "You know, if you had offered me even a fraction of the same, I wouldn't have to do this." I got down to the basement in time to see Nik about to stab Bekah in the heart with the blade Genevieve gave him. Elijah quickly moved to his brother and stabbed him in the heart.
"Go. Both of you. Run as far and as fast as you can. Run!" Bekah and Marcel got away from the area and Nik looked up to Elijah with shock and betrayal written on his face. His eyes found my wide ones before his eyes closed. I felt tears begin to rush down my face and I sat on the rotten steps staring at my husband.
