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She pushed herself to her feet, holding the wall as she regained her bearings.
In frustration she ripped the talisman from her neck and dropped it, but immediately scooped it back up when she felt her magic cut off.
"What a lovely talisman," she said.
"It lets me use magic in the meeting place," she fingered the stone.
"Meeting place?"
"The field beyond your father's villa," she clarified. "The Gemini created a barrier to keep witches from practicing, but I don't trust them as far as I can throw them so I created a little loophole. So long as I wear this I maintain my magic beyond the barrier."
"Oh," she inspected the talisman again, "I hadn't realized."
"Would you like one made, Alenka?"
"No thank you, Qetsiyah. That's not necessary."
Was it possible?
Was she really that strong?
She twisted the band around her wrist and tied it tightly with her teeth. When she looked up it was to see a blur settle into a familiar face as she was shoved into a wall.
"If it isn't the whore of Babylon," Qetsiyah caught her breath.
"Odd expression for one who died two millennia ago," Elijah's eyes flickered over Qetsiyah, looking for any sign of resemblance between her and Bonnie Bennett.
"You'd be amazed the things you pick up watching from the Other Side." She spared Elias' doppelganger a passing glance before setting her narrow eyed gaze on her former hand maiden. "Let me guess: your sister let you out?"
"Mine actually," Elijah watched her warily, "from outside."
"And it will be the last magic she ever practices," Qetsiyah smirked. With a flick of both wrists she snapped their necks.
Tilting her head, she pulled a thin dagger from her pocket and knelt. With the tip pressed to Elijah's forehead she carved and chanted, repeating the process on Amara when his skin grew grey.
"You should see a doctor," Kol smoothed back her hair.
Elena shook her head, remembering her last trip to the hospital. She could feel the layer of sweat coating her hair and skin.
"I feel fine." Qetsiyah was still in the house and she couldn't leave her to the Originals; she might not be able to kill them, but she could torture them.
"You were bleeding, Ellie."
"The bleeding has stopped," she squeezed his hand.
"The baby's heart is strong too," Klaus murmured. He stood by the door, listening for any signs of life upstairs; two subsequent snaps and an unfamiliar language brought his head up sharply.
"Ellie, please…"
Before he could ask her the question, he knew she would answer with 'yes' by the way she held her stomach, Rebekah flashed into the room followed by Freya.
"I think the choice has been taken from you," Rebekah circled around the couch and knelt by her brother to feel Elena's cool brow. "We're sealed in."
Klaus turned to Freya with an accusing stare.
"I was under the impression you had taken that down." He bent to catch Hope before she could crawl out of the study.
"I did," Freya returned his glare. "She put it back up and I have no magic to take it back down."
"I can take it down," Elena sat up. She could feel the thrum of magic humming in her blood.
"No," Kol grabbed her hands before she could move to stand. "No extraneous magic." He met her tired eyes; any magic that she used came from her own body, and he feared the strain she would suffer without drawing on spirit magic. Boxed into the compound she couldn't even access the power of nature. "I nearly lost you both not ten minutes ago. Please don't put me through that again."
"I don't want to, but what other choice is there? I'm the only one here with magic," Elena bit her bottom lip.
"Boundary spells like this one are temporary," Freya turned from the door.
"We just have to wait her out until sunrise." Rebekah stood up. "In the mean time you two need to remain hidden; take Hope with you. The rest of us will spread out and try to keep her away. Where's Elijah?"
"Distracting the witch," Klaus nodded to where he could hear the chanting. "Now's the best chance. Take them down to the cellar."
"If it comes down to it we can hide in the coffins," Kol drawled.
"That's not morbid," Elena sighed.
"What's your plan for this?"
She rolled her eyes and inspected the neat line encircling the Abattoir. Magic shimmered in the air. There might as well have been a wall three feet thick surrounding the sprawling mansion; the wall would have been easier to pass.
"All boundary spells can be broken." She reached into her pocket for several packets of herbs.
"The boundary spell is the least of your problems, Mikro Koritsi."
"I am not a little girl," she glared at the herbs pouring into her palm. "I'm a powerful witch."
"I've seen stronger."
She scowled, rubbing her palms together in order to grind the herbs. She knew exactly what witch was stronger because she had seen her too.
"You know what this spell is?"
Her eyes followed the pointed finger to a series of symbols drawn in salted blood.
"The Gemini boundary that cuts off spirit magic," she shrugged one pale shoulder. Her sweater slipped down exposing her upper arm.
"Are you that confident in your own power, Mikros?"
She gritted her teeth against the incredulous tone.
"Only the strongest witches maintain magic behind this line. In my life I've only heard of three."
"I don't need magic inside." She blew the herbs from her open palm, breaking the seal that kept them from entering. "I just need you."
She reached into her pocket again and extracted a slim vial of crimson liquid. She smirked, holding it aloft.
"It's time for our quid-pro-quo."
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Has anyone guessed who else is hanging about New Orleans? Who's outside the barrier?