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"Blackened pride still burns inside, this shell of bloody treason,
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun for the love of living death," - "2 Minutes To Midnight" Iron Maiden
"What about Gertrude?" Magdalene suggested and Adalind scrunched up her nose as she looked down at her sleeping daughter.
"She's not a Gertrude."
It had only been a day since Adalind had given birth and she still hadn't chosen a name for her- not for a lack of trying. She and Magdalene had spent hours trying to think of the name that would fit the small baby, but had yet to find one. At the moment, Meisner was got getting firewood
"Candice?" Magdalene asked and Adalind seemed to consider it before she shook her head.
"Candice is a nice enough name, but it only takes one person to call her Candy and then everyone will be calling her that." Adalind pointed out as she shifted in the bed. "And I don't want my daughter to grow up to be the slutty girl who does hand stuff for ten bucks and mouth stuff for twenty."
Magdalene's eyebrows furrowed. "I don't know what that means." Adalind looked at her, fully prepared to explained, but figured it'd be best to leave it alone.
"Never mind," Is what she said instead. Magdalene was quiet. "What about Magdalene?"
The girls eyes got a confused look in them. "You want to give her my name?" Adalind shook her head.
"No, I meant how'd you get the name Magdalene?" She asked. "How did your mother choose it?" It didn't escape Adalind's notice that Magdalene's hand went straight to her necklace as she thought before shaking her head.
"She didn't." Was the answer Adalind got. "I don't remember much about my mother, but I do remember that it wasn't what she called me. My grandfather gave me the name Magdalene when I first began living in the castle."
"What was your name before that?"
Magdalene thought for a moment, whether deciding on whether or not to tell Adalind she wasn't sure, but it was a few moments before she did answer.
"Elisabeth." She replied twisting her necklace. "My name was Elisabeth. My father gave me that name; after his mother." At the mention of Sean, Adalind tried not to seem to obvious with her questioning.
"Do you...know much about your father?" Magdalene shook her head.
"Only that he lives in America." She answered. "Grandfather doesn't talk about him much." Adalind was quiet for a few seconds, mentally debating on whether or not she should say what she was about to, but- in the end- decided that the young girl knowing more about her father wasn't such a bad thing.
"I know your dad," She said quickly, before she could talk herself out of it and Magdalene's eyes snapped to hers. "I used to work with him."
"Do you know him well?" Adalind's eyes drifted down to the bundle in her arms and she couldn't find it in her to lie. Luckily, she didn't have to because Magdalene seemed to realize what Adalind was saying without her even speaking. "You and my father are...together?"
"Uh...no." The blonde shook her head. "We weren't anything serious before I left for Austria. He's the one helping us get out of here, though."
"Are you coming to America with me?" Magdalene asked.
"...I'm not sure where we're going." Adalind admitted. "All I know is that your dad arranged for me and the baby to go somewhere safe...I doubt he even knows where we're going."
"...Does that mean I'm not going to see you again?" Magdalene asked and Adalind raised an eyebrow. "I mean, you are the first friend I've made outside of the castle- well, technically, my first friend ever. I loved Janine, but I know that she was just my nanny. Nothing more."
Adalind's heart couldn't help but break for the girl; she had spent almost her entire life locked up and she had nothing to show for it; not the hexenbiest powers she should have already come into, not a single person who truly loved and cared about her, and certainly nothing that had an semblance to the life a nineteen year old girl should have. Looking down at her own daughter, Adalind could help but be relieved that she had gotten out when she did. She couldn't imagine her baby having the life that Magdalene did.
"I don't think it'll come to that." Adalind decided and she saw Magdalene brighten, just a little bit. "If there's one thing that I know about Sean, it's that he loved his children and wants what's best for them. I can only assume that's why we're in a shack in the middle of nowhere." She glanced around at their surroundings. "I don't think he'll want to stay away from either of his daughters for too long. He'll find a way to get us back."
Magdalene shook her head. "You have so much faith in him."
"Yeah, well," Adalind shrugged. "I don't really have anyone else to give it to." She yawned and Magdalene stood up before holding out her arms. "What?"
"You're tired." She pointed out. "Give me the baby, you sleep."
Adalind looked at the teens thin arms warily. "Have you ever held a baby?"
"Have you?" Magdalene shot back and Adalind nodded.
"Touché." Carefully, Adalind handed the small bundle over to Magdalene. "Watch her head."
"Go to sleep." The younger girl replied sternly and Adalind did as she said. Magdalene wandered over to the couch and slowly sat down so she wouldn't wake the baby. It didn't matter though, when she looked down she saw the blue eyes of the small baby staring up at her. "Well, hello." Magdalene greeted, shifting the cover away from the baby's face. "I don't believe we've met yet; my name is Magdalene...I'm your older sister." The baby gurgled and Magdalene smiled, but it slowly faded away as the baby's eyes began glowing a bright purple color. Magdalene couldn't look away. "What...?"
"What have you done?!" She heard Meisner's angry voice ask as he rushed through the door, slamming it behind him. Adalind woke with a start, but Magdalene couldn't taker her eyes off of her sister.
"What are you talking about?" Adalind replied as she sat herself up.
"Your baby."
"My baby's over there." Meisner followed Adalind's line of sight to Magdalene who continued to stare, transfixed, into the glowing eyes of the small baby. He looked down at the baby he was sure had been in his arms, only to find a stack of wood. He looked back to Adalind. "But it's freezing in here; the fire went out and there's no wood left."
"I saw her." Meisner insisted. "I picked her up."
Adalind shook her head as Meisner took the wood over to the fireplace. "She's been here the entire time. None of us have left."
"I could hear her heartbeat." He told her and Adalind froze, remembering what the doctor had told her weeks ago.
"It sounds like a second heartbeat."
"I swear, I was holding her in my arms." Meisner continued. "How is that possible?" Adalind was saved from answering when the fireplace suddenly lit itself. Her eyes wandered over to Magdalene and the baby- eyebrows furrowing when she realized that Magdalene had said nothing since Meisner came in. She hadn't even reacted to the slamming of the door. "Magdalene?" Adalind moved to get out of bed, but Meisner held his hands up, telling her to stay where she was. Cautiously, he slowly stepped closer to the young girl.
"Magdalene?" He called, but got no reply. "Magdalene," He was louder that time, but got nothing. "Magdalene!" At the loud volume of his voice, Magdalene's head snapped up, her eyes a burning electric blue. Meisner stepped forward to take the baby, but the fire blazed and got bigger; shooting fire towards Meisner, forcing him to fall.
"Magdalene!" Adalind yelled before woging. As high pitched and loudly as she could, Adalind screeched; the glass bursts from the window and both of the oil lamps shattered, but it had its desired effect.
Magdalene's eyes went back to their normal green and the fire died down. Adalind quickly relaxed and felt her face go back to normal just as Magdalene looked to her and then Meisner who was still on the ground. Her eyes scanned the room taking in the broken glass everywhere.
"What happened?" She asked quietly, in a voice so small she sounded like a child who had done something wrong. Adalind looked down to Meisner, silently asking him if she could and he gave her one short nod as he stood from the ground.
"I need to make a phone call." He told them before leaving out the door and Magdalene looked back to Adalind who slowly walked over and lowered herself down on the couch next to the teen.
"We need to have a talk."
"I'm a witch?" Magdalene asked after Adalind had finished.
They had spent the past hour talking. After what had happened with the fire, Adalind thought that she had no choice, but to tell Magdalene the truth about who she was- about what she was. She, however, couldn't answers every question asked. Despite the fact that Adalind knew the young woman came from a Hexenbiest mother and a half-Zauberbiest father, she was sure that Magdalene had to be something different. Something like her baby.
"Your dad will be able to tell you more." Adalind insisted as she laid her sleeping baby down on the bed. Magdalene was on the couch, attempting to go to sleep after everything she had been told. "But, yeah, you are sort of a witch. You can brew potions, and you can make things move with your mind-"
"Telekinesis." Magdalene mumbled and Adalind nodded. "I've never been able to do those things before."
"Meisner thinks it's because you never had something to trigger your Wesen side." The blonde said. "It usually happens when you have a rush of emotion. High enough that it could cause a breakdown if it happened to a normal person."
"You're a...a..."
"Hexenbiest."
"Right," Magdalene shifted where she lay. "You're a Hexenbiest too, right?"
Adalind nodded. "Right."
"So you can do all of this stuff, too?" Adalind nodded again. "Can my dad?"
Adalind sighed. "Your father is half Zauberbiest." She revealed. "If he were a full Zauberbiest he would be able to do a few of the things that we can, but he's only half. Your mother was a Hexenbiest- a powerful one from what I've been told. It'd make sense that you'd be a strong as her."
"But I could've hurt Meisner earlier." Magdalene pointed out as she propped herself up on her elbow. "I could hurt you! I could hurt your baby- my sister."
"You're not gonna hurt her." Adalind assured the teen. "Even if I wasn't here, I'm positive that she could protect herself."
"The fire got bigger?" Meisner nodded, even though Sean could not see him.
"And her eyes glowed blue." He added. "I'm sure that if Adalind wasn't here, I could've died. Do you have any idea what's happening because I don't think this is how a Hexenbiest comes into her powers."
"Her mother was powerful." Sean told him.
"How powerful?"
"Very." Sean answered. "Magdalene's mother was a Ca'Renior." Meisner's eyes widened. Even he, a human, had heard of the Ca'Renior's and what they had done for their powers so long ago.
"I thought the Ca'Renior's were a bedtime story Hexenbiests told their children at night to keep them out of trouble?"
"I thought so too." Sean replied. "But I've learned that almost anything is possible. I didn't know who her mother was in the beginning and she ran off after I found out. I knew that Magdalene would have inherited her power, I just never knew how much."
Meisner glanced back at the cabin. "What do you want me to do?"
"Get to the coordinates as soon as you can." Sean told him. "There'll be transportation waiting for you all tomorrow morning at seven."
"Alright." Meisner flipped his phone closed and shoved it into his pocket before turning back to the cabin and going inside. When he got through the door, he saw that Magdalene was sound asleep on the couch and Adalind sat on the bed with the baby in her arms. "How long has she been asleep?"
"Only a couple of minutes." Adalind told him. "I tried to tell her at much as I could, but I only know so much."
"Well, you won't have to worry about that much longer." Meisner assured her. "We leave in the morning . It'll take a few hours to get to the transportation Sean set up and we have to get there before seven."
"Do you think Viktor is gonna find us?"
"I don't know." Meisner shook his head. "But Sebastian can send him in our direction."
"I thought he and Sean were friends?"
"You'd be surprise how little friendship matters when your teeth are being pulled from your head." Adalind grimaced.
Only five or so hours later, Meisner was forced to pack the two women up and get them packed and out of the cabin. Considering Adalind had given birth only a few days ago, she was making good time, it was Magdalene who was the problem.
"We have to pick up our pace. Meisner insisted. Behind him, Magdelene was struggling to keep up as they climbed the steep hill.
"I can't go any faster." She panted, sounding close to passing out. Meisner knew that it wasn't her fault; with the small space she had to live in for most of her life, Magdalene had never gotten a chance to increase her stamina and now it was showing. He suddenly wondered if that hadn't been Prince Eric's goal; keeping his niece weak so she couldn't run away.
"You have to." Holding in her groan, Magdalene picked up her pace to match his, but screamed when her foot slipped and she went tumbling down the hill. "Magdalene!" The young girl grunted as she rolled down the hill, hitting every rock and sticking herself with every broken twig that she tumbled past before she finally hit a tree, resulting in a sickeningly loud snap that both Adalind and Meisner heard. "Keep going." He told Adalind before carefully rushing down the steep hill. Realizing that she was unconscious, Meisner simply picked up the young girl, being careful to mind her quickly bruising arm, before getting them both up the hill.
Managing to catch up to Adalind, as she hadn't gotten very far, they continued moving before they came upon the spot where Sebastian had dropped them off earlier in the week.
Leaning Magdalene against a tree, Meisner took out his gun. "What are you gonna do?" Adalind asked, eyeing the weapon.
"We need that car." Was all he said before starting forward. "Stay here."
Checking out the van first, Meisner saw that no one was in it before he moved to the small black car in front of it. He could see the outline of a figure through the rear windshield.
Slowly, he made his way around and, with his gun at the ready, pulled open the door to find a severely beaten and unconscious Sebastian who slowly woke as Meisner felt for a pulse. "We'll get you to a doctor." Meisner promised him, but Sebastian shook his head.
"No," He protested weakly. "You must go."
"Bewegen Sie sich nicht!" A voice yelled, instructing him not to move and Meisner whirled around to see a guard- most likely Verrat- pointing a gun at him. "Leg die Waffe nieder." Knowing he was being ordered to put his gun down, Meisner raised his hands and did as he was told. The guard advanced forward, but didn't get far before he stopped and began coughing. Meisner went for his gun which still sat on the ground, but the guard yelled at him to stay still before coughing more. This time he began choking up blood as if it were water and his eyes began to bleed. Not a second later, he fell to the ground with his gun clattering down with him. Knowing that his sudden death had been nothing natural, Meisner looked around, expecting to find Adalind, only to be surprised when he found Magdalene standing on the other side of the car with her glowing blue eyes trained on the Verrat guard. Blinking a couple of times, Magdalene's eyes went back to normal before they found Meisner.
"What just happened?"
After using a shirt and a stick from the forest as a makeshift brace for Magdalene's arm, Sebastian decided to stay behind in order to give Meisner and the girls a head start if any Verrat agents circled back. After that, it was a two hour ride in awkward silence before the foursome finally found themselves at the coordinates that Sean had given Meisner.
"This is it?" Adalind asked, looking around for anything that could be used to get her, Magdalene, and the baby out of Austria.
"We're close." Meisner told her. "Our contact will be meeting us here."
"Then what?" Magdalene asked.
"Then they'll get all three of you to safety." He replied.
Adalind let out a soft scoff. "I'm starting to believe that's not even possible."
"The Resistance knows how important you all are." He informed them, looking from Magdalene to Adalind. "Sean doesn't cooperate unless he has Magdalene, and if Sean doesn't cooperate then he'll simply make you and your baby disappear and the Resistance will never get close to you. Whoever they send for you will be the best." Taking out the gun he had taken off of the Verrat guard, Meisner checked the clip before shoving it back into the handle of the handgun. "Stay here. I need to make sure it's safe."
"And if it isn't?"
"I won't leave until I know it is." He assured her before getting out of the car. Adalind watched Meisner until he disappeared into the trees. It was quiet for a few moments before Magdalene spoke from the backseat.
"Adalind?" The blonde turned around to see the teen leaning against the drivers side backdoor, her eyes downcast. "What happened to that man back there?"
"...I don't know." She answered honestly. "I didn't follow you."
"But I did it, right?" Magdalene asked. "I killed him?" Adalind didn't know what to tell her.
"No," Adalind lied, shaking her head. "You didn't kill him."
Magdalene scoffed. "You're lying to protect me." She realized, but said nothing more after that.
With the conversation over, Magdalene and Adalind sat in silence until they heard a loud soaring sound coming from the sky. Straining her neck to look out of the windshield, Adalind saw a large plane flying over head and dangerously low to the ground. She was sure that it was their ticket out of Austria.
Suddenly, both of the passenger side doors were opened and two men stood pointing guns at the two women inside. They nodded for them to get out.
"They're not here to help us, are they?" Magdalene asked before she was roughly pulled out of the car. "Get off of me!" She snatched her arm away and her eyes began to turn colors. One of the men pointed a gun at her in confusion, but Adalind grabbed Magdalene's hand, relieved that it was enough to top her power from taking over.
The two men led them into the forest to a van. Opening the back door, the two were ordered to get inside before their kidnappers realized that their getaway drivers were unconscious in the front seats. The man standing behind Magdalene and Adalind suddenly fell to the ground with blood pouring from his mouth. The remaining kidnapper pointed his gun at Magdalene, but never got the chance to pull the trigger before a knife was stabbed in her back.
Falling to the ground, a small figure pulled the knife out of the man's back before retreating to the other side of the van.
"Adalind!" The two heard Meisner yell and they turned to see their guard rushing towards them. He looked down at the dead bodies before his eyes flicked to Magdalene and then Adalind.
"It wasn't us." She assured him.
"I did." The figure said with a feminine voice as she came from around the van. Lowering her hood to reveal a face in its mid-fifties and curly reddish brown hair, the woman looked to Meisner. "I'll take it from here."
The woman, who had yet to give a name, lead them all the a clearing where the plane from early had touched down and was ready to go. It was now snowing and Magdalene couldn't help but be colder than she was before with only a scarf and her sweater to protect her from the wind.
After thanking Meisner for his help with a hug that he had hesitantly returned, Magdalene followed the woman to the pane, leaving Adalind to give Meisner her own goodbye.
"Did you hurt you arm?" The woman asked seeing the stick that was keeping Magdalene's arm straight.
"I think I broke it earlier." She replied. "But it doesn't hurt anymore."
"Let me see." Untying the shirt that kept the stick in place, Magdalene pulled up her sleeve to see that her arm was no longer bruised- nor did it hurt when she moved it. "I swear it was broken a few hours ago."
"I believe you." The woman assured her as Adalind finally boarded the plane. "Strap in." She instructed Magdalene, helping Adalind with her straps as she held her child in her arms. "It's gonna be a bumpy ride."