Chapter 2 : Saviours Calling
" AHHH!" Klaus screamed. "I will bring hell to your family!" Klaus snarled, as he fought against the spell pinning him to the wall, but he cannot get free, every time he makes some progress he is instantly sucked back and pressed to the tapestry on the wall beneath him.
"One last push! Push! The baby's almost here!" Genevieve instructed Hayley, as the little wolf screams in agony, ignoring the hybrid's threats.
"I will bathe in rivers of your blood!" He continued, his voice raising furiously—the amount of hatred that sizzled to the surface and what it fired him, would have the whole world and every one in it burn, if they dared to take his child from him the bloodshed would never end, he would see to it.
"No, no!" The little wolf howled, vigorously shaking her head at the witches that surrounded her and their to be born child like prey. If she hadn't been in the midst of giving birth, Klaus did not doubt for a second that she would gladly ripped the throats of the witches with her teeth before making a run for it. But, it was time, they both knew she could not hold this off any longer. Something that was further confirmed by the Deveorux bitch.
"I can see the baby," Monique was standing in front of Hayley now, directly behind the leader, her bug-eyes wider than usual.
Genevieve started baking her instructions louder, more vicious, but having a kind manner. It was a delicate procedure now. "Push! Gently! Gently!"
"You will die screaming!" Klaus lashed venomously in his final threat just as Hayley fell back to lying on the table, exhaustion sweeping through her. It was over, the miracle baby was born. Genevieve shouts something, but it barely registers in Hayley's ears, all she could comprehend was the absence of pain; the soft sound of the baby's cry fills the room, breaking the looming silence now that the screaming had stopped. One of the witches cuts the umbilical cord, and Genevieve wraps the baby in a blanket she'd grabbed.
"You have a beautiful baby daughter," Genevieve cooed as she cradled the baby in her arms, finishing wrapping her up in the blanket; Hayley and Klaus lock their eyes on the newborn enraptured by the pure little being they had created. "We must start the sacrifice as soon as the moon sets with the morning sky—"
"Please," The little wolf interrupted weakly, her voice almost a whisper. "Please, can I hold her?"
Genevieve nods solemnly, rounding the table and placing the child in Hayley's arms. She stares at her daughter in astonishment, her lips parted slightly, truly amazed at the little hybrid miracle she was holding; her hazel-brown eyes flicker up to gazing up at Klaus, who looked down at them all with the same awe-struck expression Hayley was currently wearing. klaus's heart thundered inside of his chest, as she twisted in place, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she pressed a kiss to their daughter's forehead. And then, it happened all too quickly—Monique snatched the knife, approaching Hayley and curling her fingers roughly into the werewolf's hair, forcing her head back abruptly as she dragged the blade over her throat, wearing a sinister and gruesome smile; Hayley choked out a gasp, her last breath.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Klaus screamed.
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Chris awoke with a jerk, breath and heart racing, after-images of fire and blood and pain imprinted on the inside of her eyelids.
She opened her eyes and stared around the small shabby room, with its second hand furniture and piles of books and papers strewn everywhere. Sunlight shone in through the thin curtains, the shadows they cast on the floor letting Chris know it was a lot later than her usual wake up time.
For the hundredth time since she woke up In this reality Chris felt out if place. Every time she woke up it all seemed strange, everything felt like an old borrowed memory with the edges worn off, more dream than the dream she'd just had, instead of the bedroom she'd woken up in every morning for almost two years now. A part of her always expected to wake up in the manor surrounded by her cousins, her uncles, her aunts, her brother and mother and sometimes even Leo.
Then there was a knock on the door and Henry stuck his head in.
"Chrissy? You all right?" Henry frowned, like he wasn't sure if there was anything to really be concerned about, but prepared - like always - to deal with the worst if that's what it was. Chris knew that he was also fully prepared to give her a hard time if it turned out to be nothing.
Henry, it had been a stroke of luck that she had found him. In her reality her cousin, had in her mind never been anything else but her cousin, her aunts Paige's son, Pan's and Pen's very protective big brother, her best friend, a Halliwell through and through. So when death had told her that non of her family would exist in this realty. She never thought that it did not include Junior. That while Henry was a Halliwell in all the ways that matters. He had not been a Halliwell by blood.
That he had only become family. After, her aunt Paige had rescued him from demons that held him prisoner and worked all kinds of dark magic on him to steal his powers, while he suffered from whatever sleeping spell that had been placed on him long before the warren bloodline had even come to being.
So you could not imagine Chris surprise when she had been demon hunting for a shtriga in the underworld Demon market undercover only to come across her fifteen year old cousin being actioned as a slave to an upper level demon.
It had not taken her long to gather information on her cousins life in this realty. Like in her original reality Henry had been been saved by a good witch from the demons. But Holly Carter had not been her aunt Paige, had not been a charmed one and failed to keep him when the demons had come looking to get him back.
Henry was still looking at her, waiting for an answer. "Yeah," Chris said, even though she wasn't quite convinced she was okay. "Just, y'know." She gestured vaguely. "Some weird dreams."
One eyebrow went up, in a precursor to a very sarcastic annoying little-brother like witticism. "Weird dreams?" Henry leered, expansively.
Chris rolled her eyes. "Get your mind out of the gutter. Some of us do occasionally have a thought above the waistline, Junior."
"Hey,I wasn't sure if this was your first," Henry said, managing to make fake-concern sound thoroughly insulting. "Thought maybe you didn't know what was going on." Henry grinned, and Chris responded by throwing a several books in his direction with her telekinesis.
"Jerk, hate you" Chris said succinctly, sitting up and running her hands through her now platinum blonde hair. Oh yeah in this reality she was blonde! Blonder then blonde, her hair was practically white. She din't now if this was natural or an effect of the magic involved in her resurrection. Her body too was something else that was still strange to her. The only similarity it held to her old one was her hight and somehow the colour of her eyes, they were still the same startling green they had always been right down to the thin ring of gold that surrounded her right pupil.
"Lie," Henry retorted. He didn't move from the doorway, either in or back out. "You sure you're all right?" There was a soft note of concern, well-hidden under the casual lightness.
"Yeah," Chris said with more conviction and a quick smile. Henry being annoying and supportive in turns was just so... normal that sometimes not even the weird strangeness she at times feelt could stand against it. Today wasn't one of those time. "What time is it?"
"It's too fucking early in the morning, that's what,want some breakfast?"
"Blueberry pancakes?" Chris asked with a hopeful look.
There was a pause, then Henry nodded. "With pecans, and honey I take it," he groused, as though it were his job to go climb the pecan tree and shell the nuts.
Chris grinned. "Is there any other way?" She paused. "Thanks."
"Yeah, yeah." Henry waved a hand, dismissing any indication of Chris's gratitude. Then he pulled back and Chris could hear him heading for the tiny kitchen just a few feet down the hallway.
Chris grinned after him, then got up and headed down the hall in the other direction to the bathroom. She peeled off her pj bottoms and t-shirt and stepped into the shower, closing her eyes and tilting her head back under the soothing stream of hot water hoping the ringing in her head would stop.
But it wasn't working , Chris still couldn't get neither the ringing or the dream out of her head. It had been especially vivid, although it was starting to blur in her memory a little now, as dreams were wont to do.
But blurry edges or not, she couldn't stop thinking about it. It had ended with the loud cries of of a newborn babe, which had transitioned into the ring sound that had woken her up, and was giving her a crippling headache now , but there had been more to it, a lot more. Flashes passed through her mind's eye - fighting, blood, death - fear - blue eyes that made her heart speed up and...
Chris felt her face heat. Okay, maybe it had been at least partially one of those kind of dreams after all.
There was more though, other things that felt important, but they also felt... bad. She didn't want to think about them, didn't want to look at those parts of the dream too closely. Even just thinking about them was enough to send a shiver down her spine. The thought that she might be developing the power of premonition crossed her mind for a second before she crushed it like a bug.
A sudden pounding on the door startled her and causing her to clutch at her head and for the thousand time cursed under her breath all the elders to hell In all the nine languages she new as the ringing in her head intensified. She knew what the ringing meant she had been assigned a charge. The question was how was it possible that the cross dressing know it all assholes had found out about her. Had death or destiny blabbed about her existence here.
"Your pancakes are gonna get cold!" Henry shouted through the door. The volume was totally unnecessary; the door was thin, as cheap as everything else in the tiny apartment. Hell, their neighbours five doors down could probably hear Henry.
"I'll be right out!" Chris gritted out through her tightly clenched teeth, making sure not to let any of the pain she was feeling leak into her voice and rushed through the rest of her shower, then quickly went back to her room to throw on tight black jeans and a clean green top. Purposely ignoring continues, if the elders or death or destiny thought that a headache was going to make me answer them, they had seriously underestimated how stubborn she could be.
Barefoot and hair still wet, she then headed out to the kitchen to join her best friend.
She found Henry standing beside the kitchen counter already eating. Chris looked at the table, found her plate and glass empty. When she gave Henry a glare, The cocky shit only smirked.
"Gonna get cold?" Chris repeated, raising a sardonic eyebrow at Henry even as she went to the fridge and got out the carton of orange juice.
"You took for freaking ever; I ate the first ones can have the next one." From Henry's tone - and from knowing her best friend in both reality's all too well - there was no way of knowing if he was telling the truth.
"Right," Chris said, her voice dripping with disbelief. She poured them each a glass of Orange juice and handed one to him.
Henry took the juice, then set down the glass and gave Chris a concerned look."Chrissy you ok? "
"Yeah, I just had a bad night that's all and... I just have this ringing in my head.
"Ringing ?" There was a hint of relief on Henry's face that came and went almost too quickly for Chris to notice. He had probably been expecting something far worse.
Chris hesitated, unsure if she should keep him oblivious to what the ringing actually meant. Something teased at the corners of her mind, images, words from the weird dream that made her uneasy even though she couldn't remember them clearly. She shivered again. She new deep in her soul, something was changing.
Shaking off the strange feeling, Chris swallowed and decided to tell her cousin what was happening with her, but just as she opens her mouth to do so she felt a tugging feeling in her naval and a summoning spell surrounded her in blue and white orbs so similar to her own and pulled away from her home and breakfast.
Only to find herself transported to a fucking grave yard, in the middle of what appeared to be a fucking blood bath. Fucking elders!
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Klaus could hear Elijah's scream of rage something to his left but ignored his brother as he fell into the fight routine they all had developed over the years. His soul focus was his daughter.
A familiar rage had take over his senses since the moment they had taken his daughter, he would tear up their world, rip them apart one vain at a time. He would get his daughter back, his Hope and eliminate any danger that might come to his family.
Klaus sees a wrought iron fence, and breaks off one of the spikes. He throws it forcefully toward Abigail, which impales her through the stomach and kills her, breaking the connection that she and Monique had to the ancestors
When klaus spot the Deverux witch quickly run to grab the athame to finish the sacrifice herself. Klaus and Elijah use every ounce if their supernatural speed toward her, but she uses her magic to block them using a wall of fire
And despite his rage his hate.. Not him, nor Elijah, could get past the power holding them back. Past the forcefield of fire surrounding the bloody witch. He kept pushing and pushing, his skinned burned from their spells but he dint register any of the pain. His whole being fixed on the dagger raised above his daughter, seconds away from plunging into his hope tiny beating heart.
He was going to watch as his child was taken from him, the all powerful hybrid helpless to do anything.
Suddenly, blue orbs filled the space in front of him, quickly coalescing into the form of a girl . Klaus saw large black wings and light platinum blonde hair Blocking the last sight he would have of his daughter alive and breathing.
"NOOO!" Hayley yelled, begged, screamed for their daughters life "NO! PLEASE!" Even as Genevieve continues the pain infliction spell to prevent her interference.
The girls' head flew around to them winding with surprise and what Klaus swore was regotnition? as they land on him, then back to the lycée, upon which a stone table has been set up to serve as an altar for the murder of his daughter. The unknown girls body tensed and Klaus watched in disbelief as the girl steeped forward and with a wave of her hand, summoned his little hope in the same way she had appeared away from danger and into her arms and with her other hand conjures lightning that throws the Devroux witch crashing into the tomb behind her, shattering it and the witches scull in the process and before the witch is even able to conjure any form of counter attack, the saviour of his daughters life spreads her palm up and suddenly held a long athame of her own in her right hand drew back her arm and, with uncanny accuracy, threw the knife at Monique . It hit her stomach with a sickening, wet sound, and the witch doubled over, struggled for a moment, and fell.
The glow of the ancestry magic vanished, leaving the grave yard in absolute silence.