Sinners and Saints

Chapter 8


Giselle

"Where should we go?" Jackson asked nervously. I glanced around quickly at our options.

"Well...maybe down that hallway? There's got to be a door out of here, like an emergency exit or something."

"Fair enough. I'll go first." We moved to the door, trying not to draw any attention to us. Jackson opened the door and lead the way through it. "I think we need to go at the end of the hall to the left."

"I trust you. Just go with your gut, Jack," I encouraged. "Freya, how are you holding up?"

"I'm alright," she said weakly as we hurried her along the hall. She looked incredibly pale. "Just a little pain, that's all."

"I'm going to get you home and better, I promise," I assured her.

"I'm holding you to that!" she said with a laugh before beginning another round of coughing.

"Sorry!" I exclaimed quickly. Suddenly, Jackson stopped. "Jacks-"

"Shh!"

"What is it?" I whispered.

"People around the corner. Stay calm." I nodded and we all quietly moved forward.

"Hey, you three! Freeze!" A tall, blonde vampire commanded at us. We stopped in our tracks. We were in a building full of very old vampires, we weren't in the position to be starting any fights. He and the three vampires he was with walked towards us.

"Hi guys, we don't want any trouble. My friend here isn't feeling very well and we are just trying to get her home," I said truthfully. The man eyed us suspiciously as he neared.

"What are they?" One of his buddies asked him.

"They sure as hell aren't vampires, that's for sure," he snickered.

"We're human...he's a wolf...like I said, we don't want any trouble. We are just trying to leave," I said seriously, not backing down. Freya was in and out of consciousness at this point. At rhis poiny she was barely supporting herself. Things were getting urgent for her and we needed to get her out of here asap. He approached me, out his hands on my shoulders and stared deep into my eyes. This bastard was going to try to compel me!

"Alright, Blondie...you are going to be a good little girl and you are going to stand her with your sick friend. You will not make any noise while we take care of wolf boy here..." he said slowly. I pretended to be compelled. Unbeknownst to him, I was a witch and witches can't be compelled, although I'd taught myself to dilate my pupils to keep up appearances. Seeming satisfied with his compulsion, he moved over to Jackson.

The head vamp grabbed a handful of Jackson's shirt and pulled him from us. He looked a little terrified. They began to beat him as a group. He was fighting back as much as he possibly could against them. He was getting some great hits in but the numbers game quickly got the upper hand. All of their backs were turned to me. I quickly leaned Freya up against the wall. I couldn't let Jackson take the heat for all of this. They'd kill him and then im pretty sure Hayley would kill me. I reached down and pulled syringes from my garter through the slit in my dress. I ran up behind the two closest to me and shoved the syringes of concentrated vervain deep into into their necks. Each hit the ground within seconds. Unfortunately, I only had two syringes. This left two vampires standing. At least it was two versus two now. Suddenly, I felt a fist hit my mouth. My lip was split instantly. I stumbled backwards a few steps before regaining my balance. I swung back at him, landing a punch on his cheek with my right fist and hit him with a left hook right after. He looked dazed. I headbutted him in the nose. He punched me back in my nose, twice, I felt blood began to trickle out.

"That's it, Blondie!" he growled as he grabbed me and began to bite my neck. He was feeding off of me! I tried to no avail to shove him off. I started to weaken. Out of nowhere, I was dropped. I fell to the ground with a loud thud. I looked up just in time to see Jackson break his neck. The vamp fell to the ground.

"Oh my god, thank you, Jackson!" I said breathing a sigh of relief.

"No, thank you. I would have been dead had you not jumped in," he said extending his hand to me. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. His face was bloodied as mine was.

"Well we both saved each other tonight. I guess we're even."

"I guess we are."

"Come on, we gotta get her home. She isn't looking so hot." She looked nearly unconscious.

"The door is just a few feet to the left...I can carry her. Might be faster that way," he said with a shrug.

"Yeah, I think your right. Grab her and let's go, we don't want to be here when these bastards wake up." Jackson picked up Freya and carried her out the door.


We hurried under the veil of darkness that came with the night. We caught our share of stares as we were bloodied and in formal wear but we pressed on without any more incident. It was quite a sight but we were on a mission. Luckily it didn't take too long to reach the Mikaelson compound.

"Where should we put her?" He asked.

"Up in her room. Just put her in bed. I'm going to run home and grab a few things. I'll be back in five minutes." He nodded and headed up the stairs with Freya in his arms.

I ran out the door and over the few blocks to my house. I unlocked my witches den and rummaged through the stash of herbs and other common ingredients for spells that I had in stock. I grabbed salts, candles, and active charcoal. It's all I could think of for a detoxification spell. I imaged that short of turning her, that this was our only way of saving her at this point. I couldn't let Freya die and it was very apparent that somebody had poisoned her. I was shaking with nerves, and probably from excessive blood loss. It was so bad that I barely remembered to lock up on the way back out.

"Oh, good, you're back!" Jackson said a bit relieved as I reentered the courtyard. He was worried too.

"I'm back...I think I know how to fix this."

"I'm glad you have an idea. I sure don't."

"Well I have some active charcoal. That should absorb a lot out of her system." I went with the most human suggestion, being a chemist it was realistic.

"Great. What can I do to help?" He asked anxiously.

"Help me prop her up so she can drink this?" I asked holding up a bottle of liquid.

"Sure thing." He moved to her side and gently prop her against a few pillows. I poured the liquid charcoal into a glass and sprinkled in some of the salts into it. I gave it a good stirring.

"Freya? Freya!" I said loudly. She opened her eyes. "I need you to drink this."

"Okay," she whispered as she lifted her head up off of the pillow even further. I then helped her tip back the glass. She consumed the mixture of charcoal and healing salts in no time. She laid her head back down.

"What next?" he asked urgently.

"You don't have to do anything more, Jack. Now we just have to wait for it to do it's thing. Why don't you go check on Hope and your Grandma? Surely we both don't need to sit here the whole time," I suggested to get rid of him. I surely couldn't use witchcraft in front of him if I intended to keep my cover. I feared the solution I fed her wouldn't be enough without some help.

"Really?"

"Really. I'll be fine."

"Okay. I'll be back over soon." I heard him go down the stairs and I got to work. I set candles around the room.

I closed my eyes and lit the candles with my magic. I put my hands gently on her abdomen.

"Et mundabo sanguinem, praesidium, salveo...Et mundabo sanguinem, praesidium, salveo...Et mundabo sanguinem, praesidium, salveo," I chanted urgently. I could feel the heat of the candles intensifying with each passing second. I felt the charge of power building up in my chest. I began again."Et mundabo sanguinem, praesidium, salveo... Et mundabo sanguinem, praesidium, salveo!" The building energy burst through and every single one of the candles all blew out at once. I felt the power surge release and I fell to the floor. I slowly got back to my feet.

Now we just had to wait...


Niklaus

"Are you insane?" Hayley hissed angrily.

"Not at all. Why do you ask?"

"We all should be going to help Freya and not dicking around at some Gala!"

"She has a point," Elijah pointed out. It was just like him to take her side.

"We came here for answers and we will get them. Giselle is more than capable of holding down the fort until then," I assured him.

"A human. You think a human can fix what is happening with Freya?" She scoffed.

"She is a woman of science. She is in pharmacology, she knows her way around drugs and side effects. Plus, her family had a wealth of dark objects. I trust she'll utilize those strengths here in this instance." Hayley looked to Elijah for reinforcement in the matter. He was quiet for a minute before opening his mouth to speak.

"Okay. We'll trust in Giselle if you do. You don't trust easily so you must really believe in her," he said carefully.

"Surprisingly, I do. Thank you, Elijah. Now, we have work to do. Let's split up. It'll be easier this way. Meet back here ASAP." I decided.

I trudged through the sea of dancing figures not seeing any of the people I needed to find. That's when I spotted a secluded hallway. I looked around to see if anybody was watching. They weren't, so I headed down the hall. I opened a door to find a formal sitting room. Tristan de Martel sat in an armchair looking smug as always.

"Hello, old friend," he greeted with a devilish grin.

"Hello Tristan."

"Are you enjoying the Gala?"

"I was...look, I didn't come here for small talk and chit chat."

"Then what are you here for?"

"I want to know why you are here in my city!" I growled.

"To protect our sires of course! We wouldn't want you to die and take a whole sire line with you! Finn and Kol took a whole lot of vampires down with them when they died! That can't and won't happen to us," He said with a chuckle.

"I see, and poisoning my sister was just for fun?"

"Your sister? I don't recall Rebekah being here..." He mumbled confused. He looked genuinely surprised. I heard somebody enter the room. I turned to see Aurora de Martel. A pleased smile crossed her naturally pouty mouth.

"Awww what's the matter? Date not going so well, Niklaus?" She cooed. " I saw her run out of here with that sexed up blonde that Elijah brought."

"That blonde is named Giselle. She's an acquaintance if mine. Be nice," Tristan warned.

"Sorry, brother. I didn't mean to offend you. Him, on the other hand..."

"What did you do!?" I growled stepping towards her aggressively. She looked spooked and hurried behind her brother.

"Just a little poison, dear. Don't worry, you'll find somebody better suited to your tastes in no time!" she assured me, rather unconvincingly.

"My date was my sister, Freya, you dim witted wench!" A look of surprise and confusion overtook her face.

"Sister? I thought Rebekah was your only living sister. The other died, Nik! What kind of foolishness is this?"

"Our mother told us she died. She was with our Aunt Dahlia, not that it's any of your business. Now give me the damn antidote, Aurora!" I demanded.

"I uh...I don't have one. My intent was to kill not negotiate. I figured she was just your trampy girlfriend!"

"What was it made of?"

"I'm not sure. I bought it from some gypsy!"

"Please tell me you are joking," Tristan groaned. Aurora shook her head no. "I am so sorry, Niklaus. I had no idea that she was up to something!"

"You better hope that I find a way to fix this. If Freya dies, I will kill your sister! If Freya dies, this is war! No mercy will be spared. I will put you all down as painfully as possible!" I yelled angrily before storming out.

I headed back out into the party to meet Elijah and Hayley.

"I take it you found him, Niklaus?" my brother asked knowingly.

"I did. Bloody Aurora poisoned Freya. She thought our sister was actually my girlfriend."

"So what? She thought she was knocking off the competition?" Hayley asked.

"Evidently. She has no antidote and has no idea what was in her gypsy made poison!"

"Hopefully, Giselle figured out something," Elijah pointed out.

"Yeah. Let's get out of here," I decided.


We walked into the courtyard with purpose.

"Freya! Giselle!" I yelled loudly.

"Jack!?" Hayley yelled out.

"We're up here!" Jackson called out from the balcony. I stormed up the stairs towards Freya's room. She was laying peacefully in her bed.

"Is she-"

"Shes alright, Nik," Giselle said confidently. Freya opened her eyes.

"I'm fine! Feeling a lot better," she assured me. Her coloring had returned. No longer did she look sickly and pale.

"Oh thank god...I'm so sorry, sister."

"It's alright, Niklaus. You should really we worried about her," she said with a grin. I looked over an an exhausted looking Giselle sitting on the chair in the opposite side of the bed. She was holding a glass of bourbon and ice to her lip.

"What in the bloody hell happened to you?" I gasped as I made my way over to her. Her lip was bloody, her nose was bloody, blood was all over her neck and dress.

"Some vampires caught us on the way out. They weren't so keen on us leaving the party early," she said with a shrug. She took a drink of bourbon.

"I tried to give her ice but she refused unless it was in a glass and surrounded by bourbon," Jackson said with a chuckle. I smiled for a second before being over taken by concern.

"Well, I'm fine. Just needed a drink!" She insisted.

"You are bleeding from wounds on at least three visible parts of your body. You aren't fine!" Elijah interjected with concern.

"I'm fine!"

"Come on, love," I said extending a hand to her. She took it and I pulled her to her feet. I put an arm around her. "I'm going to tend to Xena Warrior princess over here. Please look after Freya, Elijah."

"Consider it done," he answered dutifully. "Thank you for everything, Giselle."

"Anytime!" She said with a wink.


I lead her to the bathroom and she followed without opposition.

"I'm alright. It's just a few little wounds." I looked at her unconvinced. I picked her up and plopped her on the counter. "Nik!"

"You took care of us tonight. Let me take care of you," I said seriously, looking her right in the eyes. She softened.

"Fine."

"Thank you." I bit my own wrist and dripped the blood into her now empty glass. "Drink this."

"Bottoms up!" she joked. Shooting back the blood. She winced at the taste as she set the glass down on the counter. A big yawn followed.

"You did a spell on Freya, didn't you?" I asked as I wet a rag in the sink. Her wounds began to heal up, leaving just a bunch of blood on her clothes and skin.

"How can you tell?"

"Because you are exhausted. Magic can take a lot out of a witch," I said knowingly as I dabbed the blood off of her neck.

"Well I did serve as a vampire snack today and then I was bleeding out of my face. I'm amazed I didn't pass out."

"I'm not surprised. You are a fierce warrior, Giselle. There isn't anything you can't handle, Love."

"I'd like to think so."

"Well you did it in spades today. Thank you for saving my sister. I can't thank you enough."

"No thanks is necessary," she said as I cleaned up the last of the blood. "Well, I better head home."

"No!"

"No?"

"No, stay here. You are clearly exhausted from the long evening..." she didn't look convinced. "You should just stay. Freya might need you anyways!"

"That's true. It's probably easier if I'm just here," she agreed. I smiled.

"Good. Come on then." She slid off of the counter and linked her arm with mine. I lead her to my room. "We should probably get you something to sleep in. I can't imagine you want to sleep in that bloody evening gown."

"Am I over dressed for bed?" she asked with a playful grin.

"Just a tad. Would you like me to grab something of Freya's or even Rebekah's?" I offered.

"No, I'll just grab your clothes," she said with a shrug.

"Alright... I will step out then." I began to walk towards the door.

"Nik?"

"Yes?" I said turning around.

"Can you unzip me?"

"Of course, love." She turned and held up her blonde locks of hair off of her back. I grasped the zipper and slowly slid it down, revealing more and more of her tanned skin until the zip stopped just above her butt.

"Thank you."

"Anytime, love," I said softly near her ear. "I'll step out. Help yourself to whatever you'd like."

I returned ten minutes later to see a peacefully sleeping Giselle curled up on my bed wearing just my black t-shirt. I smiled and pulled a blanket over her. I changed my clothes and laid down next to her.

"Goodnight, Giselle," I said softly before turning out the lights.


Thank you all for take the time to read Sinners and Saints! I hope you'll stick with me and keep reading to see what shenanigans Giselle brings forth to The Originals! Comments and feedback are appreciated! This is my first Originals Fanfic so take it easy on me :)