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The next few chapters are going to be shorter, but they should all come out over the next few days, unless I decide to make a major change to anything.
She propped the box on her hip and knocked; the cold from the ice seeped through the cardboard and material of her shirt into her hip. It was a few minutes before the door opened.
"Hey, Bon," she smiled.
"Come on in," Bonnie stepped aside.
Caroline walked around her and into the sitting room where a few grimoires were laying out on the table. Candles were set up and lit along with sand and other magical objects she would need for the spell; it was clear Bonnie had been busy in the hours since Caroline had called.
"How's everything going down there?" Bonnie reached for the box. Popping open the lid she stared down at the contents.
"It could be better," Caroline grimaced. "Elijah's still missing, Elena's a nervous wreck, Rebekah and Klaus are waging war, Kol's surprising everyone by staying out of it and Hayley…"
She reached into the box and lifted the knotted rope and the one spell Kol had sent her down with. Unrolling the papers she passed them to Bonnie.
"Hayley is linked to a witch who holds the life of her and her baby in her hands."
Bonnie took the spell and the length of rope. She could see runes carved in the leather on either end of the cords.
"Kol says its representational magic and that if you can unknot the rope using the spell you break the bond between Hayley and the witch." Caroline took the rope and the spell and set it aside. Reaching into the box she lifted the bag of blood.
"Elena?" Bonnie held out her hand.
"Do you think you can find him?" Caroline nodded.
Bonnie turned over the blood bag and reached into the box to extract a silver dagger. Placing the items on the table she reached into the box again for a map of New Orleans.
"I think I've got a better chance than I did without all of this," Bonnie unfolded the paper. Spreading it out she looked up to meet her friend's eyes. "Are you staying for the spell?"
"I've got a plane waiting," Caroline shook her head.
There had been delays at the airport on the way to Mystic Falls and no amount of compulsion had been able to speed up the engine trouble, or move the planes ahead in the queue. She had already been gone longer than she had wanted to be; at the rate she was going it would be near midnight before she made it back to New Orleans if not later.
"I'll call when I figure it out," Bonnie promised.
Elena bit her bottom lip and stepped into the room. She had been hoping not to find Hayley in the room again, but there she was.
Hayley glanced back over her shoulder while gathering up the leather bound volumes. The books were so heavy that she could only lift two at a time.
"Go ahead," she moved towards the trunk so she could replace the books that pertained to the fourteenth century, "you've wanted to say something since this morning."
"It's just," Elena moved her shoulder length hair behind her ear, "they're his journals."
"And you see what I was doing as a massive invasion of privacy?" Hayley closed the case and sat on the lid as Elena nodded.
She moved into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, fighting the sudden urge she had to lie down in the beam of light cast from the setting sun and take a little catnap. Instead she met the werewolf's eyes.
"If you know then why'd you do it?"
Hayley inhaled slowly and dropped her eyes to the cream and gold bedspread.
"I was hoping to find something useful," she blew out a rush of air and met the doppelganger's eyes. "Something that might help with Marcel or the witches, but what I got was internal brooding."
Elena bit down her smile and nodded. She would never read another person's journal but she could guess the type of content Elijah would have unburdened. A journal was a place to work through the things that happened every day, and if Elijah had been brooding it was likely something to do with his siblings. Her own writing often centered on her friends and family.
"Why not just ask someone?"
"Right," Hayley nodded, "I could ask Klaus who has become best friends with Marcel, or Rebekah and Kol, but I get the sense they've revealed all they know."
"Fair point," Elena nodded.
A gentle knock drew their eyes to the door where Kol leaned in the frame. He held his jacket in one hand as he looked at them.
"Not going to the party," Elena's eyes flickered over his casual clothes.
"Nope," he smirked, "Rebekah and Nik will be at the Abattoir tonight, and I will be overseeing the witches' handiwork."
"I thought Rebekah was doing that," Hayley frowned.
"She was going to," he straightened and pulled on his coat, "but as of yet Marcel is unaware of my presence in the city. I can make sure the witch does the right spells and deflect suspicion from Rebekah in the event this young witch they're trying to fool catches on. Wouldn't want Marcel accusing Rebekah of anything."
"But accusing Klaus is okay?" Elena cocked an eyebrow.
"Not only is it okay," Kol smirked, "but it happens to be a favorite past time of mine."
Hayley gave him a sceptical look.
"He likes to blame me for everything to," he chuckled. "Will you two be alright until I get back? It'll just be the two of you."
"We should be fine," Hayley nodded.
"You're the only ones who know we're out here," Elena agreed.
Rebekah's eyes skimmed the crowd as she stepped into the party arm in arm with Klaus. She had to hand it to Marcel because he certainly knew how to throw a party. Everything was dark and wild with a hint of the supernatural that she was certain even the humans in the room could sense.
"This certainly is a fitting backdrop for tonight's events," Klaus hummed and watched the glittering confetti fall from the ceiling. It clung to the heads of guests, acrobats and dancers.
She nodded her agreement and turned her attention towards a woman as she entered the party from the other side of the crowd. Her vintage beaded dress and angel wings made her stand out from the crowd; she looked very much like a scrumptious snack for any vampire in the room, and there were many.
"Come on," Caroline muttered.
Her foot jiggled impatiently as if the motion might make the plane move any faster. She really hated airport delays. They were incredibly annoying.
I always love getting your reviews.
And to the guest who mentioned making Elena's children girls so there would be three of them making a charmed sort of story. I love the idea, and I just might roll with that later when the story gets going. Also I laughed so hard when I got that review because I was watching the second season of charmed at the time.