Chapter Five
Magic!
'My mind, my brain, my heart and my soul are filled, to the brim, with beautiful, yet confusing words, that never see the light of the day. I've always, only wanted to make people fall in love with my words. To inspire them. To change them. I am not sure if I'm capable enough to do that or if I will ever be.'
Hayley was in the office, in the house, a trunk wide open, with Elijah's things scattered around in it. She had a journal in her lap, reading Elijah's thoughts from August 1359.
'I have noticed a difference in my siblings. Our bond strains beneath the pressure of our lives as vampires. Each day removes them further from the humanity we once possessed. My sweet sister Rebekah has grown quite indifferent to brutality. My kind and compassionate brother Meiczyslaw, has withdrawn into himself. However, the true problem remains, my brother Niklaus. He continues to hide his loneliness with cruelty, with the help of Meiczyslaw. Still, I cling to the hope that I, as their eldest brother, can lead them down the correct path. A path charged with power of a family united. For if I fail, our family's legacy will end in darkness.'
As she went on reading through it, she heard Rebekah, arguing with Klaus.
"I cannot believe you disposed of those vampires without me. You know how I love to set things on fire." mentioning to the vampire-bonfire Klaus had set up in the front yard of the house.
"Was I supposed to leave them in the front yard to rot?" asked Klaus, slightly annoyed. "Besides, they were my responsibility. They attacked the helpless, pregnant girl who's carrying my child." with a hint of amusement lacing his voice.
"Oh, I am so moved by your new found sense of fatherly duty towards the werewolf carrying your hybrid bun in her oven."
Klaus laughs in amusement, as Hayley walks into the room, clutching Elijah's journal to her chest. "The werewolf would like to know what the plan is."
She looks at Klaus as he replies, "Well, that depends what plan you mean, love. My plan for global domination or Rebekah's plan to find love in a cruel, cruel world."
Rebekah chuckles sarcastically at the comment and turns towards the table beside her, picking up a pencil, threw it right at Klaus who managed to catch it in his hand, smirking at her.
"The plan to rescue Elijah." said Hayley, exasperated at the two siblings. "You know, the good brother, the one who is in the possession of your mortal enemy after you stabbed him in the back."
"In the front, if we're being specific." Klaus said, in amusement.
"You two said you would get him back. So is there a plan or what?"
Rebekah looks at Nik who sighs, "Okay." They all walk into the living room.
"Well, firstly, Marcel is not my mortal enemy." He sits down in a chair. "He's my friend, albeit one who is unaware that I am trying to sabotage his holds over the supernatural community of the French Quarter, but a friend nonetheless. And secondly, I daggered Elijah in order to gain Marcel's trust. If I had known he would place my brother in the hands of a particularly nasty teenage witch, I certainly would have weighed my options a bit differently. And thirdly, sister, please."
"And thirdly, the plan as you have demanded, is for Niklaus to simply ask Marcel for Elijah back."
Hayley looked at the two in confusion, "That's not the whole plan, is it?"
Rebekah chuckled, "Oh, please. Klaus may be a miserable excuse for a sibling, but there is none more diabolical."
"That's only the plan 'A', love. There's always a plan 'B'."
"And what is plan 'B'?" sighs out Hayley.
Klaus smiled at her and uttered one word, "War."
Stiles Mikaelson, was walking through the streets of the city he'd once called home. He had just been to the place where Augustine had died. He'd stood there; just thinking about her and their life together, till it hurt too much and he had to walk away.
Now he was, walking towards the cemetery, where she'd been cremated. He stood just outside of the gates, knowing well enough that he had to be invited. As he stood waiting, he saw a woman walking his way. He recognized her as one of the elders, Agnes.
"Hello, Agnes, would you be so kind as to invite me in," he asked in a polite voice.
Agnes scrunched her eyes trying to make out from where she knew him and suddenly realized that it was an Original. She had known him, from when she was a young woman, since her mother was friends with Augustine. She knew he'd come to visit Augustine.
"Of course, Mieczyslaw. Come in"
Stiles gave her a nod and walked away, looking for Augustine's tomb.
He found it next to the Claire tomb, but what he found there shocked him.
Stiles, walked angry, confused and slightly hopeful, towards the Governor's house, where he knew Rebekah and Nik were staying.
As he reached the house, he heard Nik and Rebekah speaking to someone. He opened the front door, and saw a beautiful girl with brown hair, lurking around near the door. Stiles looked at her oddly, who looked back at him, with questioning eyes. Stiles just gave her a small smile, before opening the door, and pushing the girl in front of him and walked in behind her.
Sophie Deveraux was sitting in front of Rebekah and Klaus, who were pacing around her, in impatience.
"Are you out of your mind? No way." exclaimed Sophie in exasperation.
"It's very simple." said Rebekah. "We need you to perform a teeny, tiny locator spell to help us find our brother."
"Witches who practice magic in this town get caught, and they get killed."
Klaus interrupts here, "Yes. About that it seems you left out a crucial detail when we made our deal. Marcel's secret weapon, the way he knows when a witch is using magic."
Rebekah lifts her hand above her head, "Girl about 'yay' height, cute as a button, anger issues."
Sophie looked shocked, trying hard to hide it but failing, she asked, "Davina?" which made Klaus look at her with doubt. "Where have you seen her?"
"I don't know. That little brat erased my memory right after she threw me out a window with her bloody mind."
Klaus interrupted the women, "Let me cut to the chase. Davina has Elijah. You witches, I assume, want to get Davina away from Marcel. We don't know where she is. Ergo, we need magic."
Sophie was about to say something when they heard the door open, Hayley walked in with Stiles right behind her.
"Magic. Now, that wouldn't be a problem at all, brother." said Stiles amused. "But before that, I want to know what you did with my daughter, after you burned our house down. I had just been to Tine's tomb and found out she wasn't the only Maybell buried there. I, for a fact, know Tine never had any siblings or relatives, distant or otherwise. I checked. So who pray tell brother, are the Maybells' buried in her family tomb after her death?"
Klaus and Rebekah stared at Stiles in shock. They hadn't seen their brother in over a few decades, and they were speechless.
Klaus looked dumbfound, without an answer. Then finally said, "I...we can talk about it later brother, first we need to find Elijah, else our little sister here is going to throw a fit."
Rebekah noticing the somber atmosphere turned to Stiles with a cry of joy.
"Mischief!" she exclaimed and ran towards Stiles jumping into his open arms, who then swung her around so that they wouldn't fall from her impact.
"I missed you." said both of them together and then laughed, still holding each other. Hayley and Sophie, were standing off to the side awkwardly, Hayley with a smile on her face, seeing happiness on Rebekah's face for the first time since she'd arrived.
Rebekah then realized that Hayley was still there.
"Oh, this brother is Hayley, the one who, as Elijah says, is carrying Klaus' redemption."
"Becks, be nice. I am sorry for my sister's lack of manners; I am Stiles, by the way. I am truly sorry for pushing you in, I thought you were eavesdropping."
Hayley smiled at the new Mikaelson, with the calm face and loving smile. "It's fine. I shouldn't have anyways."
Klaus was standing off to the side, awkwardly, thinking about what to say to his favorite brother.
"Mischief." Klaus started guiltily. "I really am sorry for killing that witch of yours." said Nik, with remorse over driving his brother away by his actions and not for killing his wife. "I will tell you everything, as soon as we have Elijah back."
Stiles heard it in Nik's voice. He knew Klaus wasn't sorry for killing Augustine and he was still angry at him for keeping something related to her from him, but he said, "I will forgive you brother, but yes. Our first priority should be to get back Elijah."
Klaus looked at Stiles guiltily and then glared at Rebekah. He turned back to Stiles, "I believe it is a bit complicated. You see here, Marcel has Elijah. I gave him Elijah's coffin with him in it as a token of trust, so that I could claim back our city."
"Really? You bartered our brother as a token of trust? You haven't changed at all brother." Stiles said, only slightly annoyed. "So how are we getting him back?"
"I have a plan."
"What, pray tell is this plan? Does it involve getting someone killed?"
Stiles looked at Rebekah, who shrugged in response, so Klaus explained the plan to him.
"Okay, I think that is good enough. Though I don't agree with sacrificing the witch, part of the plan, but it will have to do. Strategic losses and all."
Stiles sighed and walked up to Klaus and pulled him into a hug. Klaus initially tensed, fearing Stiles hadn't forgiven him yet, but then gave in and hugged his little brother back in comfort.
"It's good to have you back home, little brother."
"It's good to be back."
The brothers pulled out of their hug.
"I believe I can do a locator spell. So, when Katie starts her spell I'll start mine. We obviously do not want anyone to know I am a hybrid too, now do we. I erased Agnes' memory of me being there, so that leaves, you." pointing towards Sophie. "I'll erase your mind as soon as we locate Elijah's whereabouts."
No one other than his family and the Pack knew that Stiles was a Vampire-Witch hybrid, and the pack only knew because Scott had walked in on him doing magic. They'd kept it a secret, to use as a surprise weapon. Till now, Stiles had used large amounts of magic only twice. One to save Marcel, when Mikael was in New Orleans, the last time. And the second, when his mother had tried to kill his siblings. He'd done all this alone, keeping out of the way of his siblings.
Later that day, Stiles and Klaus were discussing about the plan and were fine tuning it. Klaus had whispered doubt in Marcel's ears, which had led to Marcel giving his vampires orders to conduct a rousting in the Cauldron.
Stiles sat down opposite to Klaus, who was thinking about the plans for the day.
"Here" said Stiles handing Klaus a parchment, with a spell to create daylight rings.
"What is this?" asked Klaus in puzzlement.
"Insurance." Stiles smirked at Klaus, knowing he'd get its meaning, which Klaus did a few seconds later, as a wicked smirk took its place on his face.
"I see you have not lost your diabolical side, brother. This is wonde-"
Klaus' phone starts vibrating against the desk. He answers it.
"Little sister."
"Well, brother, I believe I've made certain Marcel will be properly distracted tonight."
"Dare I ask?"
"Let's just say his attention will not be on us. I did my bit. What are you doing to ensure Elijah's safe return?"
"Currently I'm preparing insurance against the tender-hearted. Provided happily by our dearest brother."
"Mischief is back to being diabolical, I see."
"Now, when have I ever stopped, little Becks."
"Never mind that. So what is your diabolical plan?"
"We need proper motivation for Katie to cast a powerful spell tonight." said Stiles, smirking.
"Meaning?"
Klaus licks the fold and seals envelope.
"We're creating that motivation." continued Klaus. "Marcel had ordered a rousting of the witches. I, in turn, have arranged for things to go tragically wrong."
Klaus had gutted one of Marcel's vampires, who'd been sent to kill Hayley, bled him dry, compelled him, and sent him to attack Katie in front of Thierry.
"Marcel may not be concerned with Thierry's romantic entanglements," said Stiles.
"But there are other crimes which he'll be less inclined to so easily forgive." smirked Klaus.
"Killing a vampire, for example."
"That would be unforgivable."
"If Katie hopes to save her one true love from Marcel's punishment..." Stiles trailed off.
"Well, a rescue mission like that will require something positively magical. But then what's worth dying for, if not love?" Stiles rolls his eyes at this.
Rebekah sighs at the other end, clearly annoyed at the two. "I see you both are back to driving people insane with crazy, diabolical-talk." and hangs up on them.
Klaus and Stiles laughed in amusement and remembrance.
Klaus gets up, "Well, I have to go wreck havoc, so let me go put on my best suit. I'll be at the Gala, if you need anything."
Stiles nods, sits there for a few moments, watching Klaus, then clears the table off everything and goes in search of a map and a few candles.
He walks into the library, and finds Hayley there, reading Elijah's journal.
"Isn't it bad manners, reading someone else's journals?"
Hayley smiled awkwardly at him, "I'm just trying to get to know him, and I'm bored."
"Sure, that is reason enough." Stiles said sarcastically, but gives her a smile, all the same.
He searches through the drawers in the desks for the maps, but comes up empty.
"What are you searching for?"
"Maps, for the locator spell." Stiles replies, absent-minded.
"Left shelf, top draw."
Stiles raised his eyebrows at her offhand comment.
"As I said, I was bored." shrugged Hayley. "Can I watch? The spell I mean."
Stiles turned to look at her, contemplating, but instead said, "Sabine's here to watch you."
"The child you're carrying is part vampire, part werewolf. You and Klaus made something special, which I never thought possible for Klaus."
"You sound like Elijah. He thinks this baby is gonna make us one big, happy family. What do you think?"
"Elijah and me are almost the same person, noble, kind and compassionate, or that's what they say about me. But unlike Elijah, I am also ruthless and cruel, when it comes to protecting my loved ones. But yes, I agree with Elijah, you are family now, and we, the Mikaelson's, are going to protect you and the baby, no matter what. Klaus may never change, but I believe he will, for the child."
Hayley smiled at the newest Mikaelson she'd met, so like Elijah, but still different.
"Well I got what I wanted, do not wander too far, little wolf."
Stiles smiles at her and leaves, but stops suddenly, turns back and says, "A few of my closest friends are wolves, I'll bring them over to keep you company, as soon as our current predicament is dealt with."
Stiles gets back to the desk he'd cleared out earlier, lays the map down, and sets up the candles around it, and lights them up one by one, waiting for Rebekah.
He didn't have to wait too long for Rebekah, who walked in clearly annoyed at something.
"Jealousy doesn't suit you, sister." said Stiles, without really looking at her, but knowing she had just seen Marcel with someone else.
Rebekah just ignored him, sniffling she said, "I think we can start."
Stiles looked at her for a few seconds, but let it slide. He picked up the dagger he'd found while searching for the map and cut a deep gash into his palms, letting the blood drip onto the map. As he let the blood flow, he started chanting, 'Phasmatos tribum nas ex veras sequita saguines ementas asten mihan ega petous.'
The blood on the map collected itself to the center and started moving across the map, slowly. Stiles' chanting grew louder, as it kept moving, and finally stopped and circled, St. Anne's Church.
"Of course," whispered Rebekah as memory came flooding back. "I'll go right away."
"Do not, sister. I can feel the witch's power from here. It feels different, somehow..." Stiles trailed off, lost in thought, but then quickly snapped out, looked at Rebekah's confused gaze, "She'll send you back the same way she did the first time. Maybe tomorrow. By then I will think of something to keep the witch out of her attic."
Rebekah just nodded at her brother, not wanting to be thrown out of a window again.
Stiles was walking down the familiar paths of the Quarter, just thinking about everything that was happening, around the city.
Klaus had killed the witch, Katie, just as he'd finished the spell. Klaus had also told them, that Marcel had agreed to give Elijah back, as Klaus had saved Marcel. He was still worried about what he'd find out about the Maybells. But, what was eating away at his thoughts was the witch Davina. Stiles had done a small spell that would show him, the power of a witch, a spell he'd devised himself, long back. What he'd got back, was something that he'd never felt before. And that was why Stiles had stopped Rebekah from rushing off to get Elijah back. He knew, something was up with the witches, or else they wouldn't have made a deal with his family. He realized the witches had ulterior motives, something to do with Davina, something none of them could fathom. Stiles thought that, Davina's powers seemed as if it was transferred, not something she'd been born with. That single thought stopped Stiles in his tracks as he realized what that implied exactly. He now knew how Davina got her powers, he just needed to confirm it, and he knew just the person to get his information from. He also knew why the witches were trying to get back Davina, if his theory was right.
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10 April 2k17
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