Sinners and Saints
Chapter 12
Elijah
"Oh my god! Elijah! Elijah!" I heard Freya yell panicked. I rose to my feet and walked out to the railing overlooking the courtyard.
"Freya, what is going on!?"
"Come down here. We have a situation."
"Are you hurt?" I asked concerned as I headed for the staircase.
"No, I'm fine."
"What did Niklaus do now?" I asked with a sigh as I reached her.
"He didn't do anything yet...that I know of. Honestly, you never know with him. That's not the point! Can I finish?!"
"Yes, please. What's going on?"
"I just received this note through magic... I think we have a real situation here, Brother." I took the note from her hands.
'Help me. In danger.- G'
It was quite a generic message. It could mean a number of situations and they could be anywhere. It would be like finding a needle in a haystack.
"G?" I asked catching a whiff of a familiar scent. I sniffed the note.
"Giselle..." Freya volunteered.
"Oh my god...wait...is this written in-"
"Her blood? Yes it is."
"That's barbaric. Is that a part of the spell?" I asked curiously.
"Uh...no, it isn't. I think she did this on purpose so that I could use it to find her location. We have to act quickly, Elijah. We don't know who has her or why!" She said with a worried expression across her face.
"You aren't alarmed that Giselle has abilities?" I asked curiously. I didn't realize Freya had any clue about her.
"She told me after you ambushed her at her house. She didn't think it was fair for me to be in the dark. Finally, I'm not the only witch around here! I could use he help, but this can be discussed later. We need to help her now."
"Okay...you start tracking her. I'll try and see if anybody else is around to help."
"Okay. Be careful, whoever has Giselle might be after the rest of us too."
"Don't worry. I'm an original!" I assured her.
"You put too much stock in that, Brother. One day you might just come across something even more powerful than an original." She sounded like a mother, although I supposed as our big sister she felt it was her duty to be protective of us. It was nice having her in our lives in stances like these.
"Well I guess we'll deal with that when the day comes..."
Giselle
My latest round of interrogation beatings had knocked me out cold. I woke up once again on the cold concrete floor. My body ached and throbbed. Punches and slaps had turned to kicks during my questioning. Based on my pain I had a feeling that not all my ribs were intact and internal bleeding was likely. I knew I was running out of time.
From the vampires' conversations, I figured out they were on a mission to eradicate New Orleans of werewolves. They never spoke of exactly who had them on such a mission but they did refer to the individual as 'he'. Unfortunately, it seemed as though Jackson put himself on the radar when he fought the vampires at the party. It sounded like they were watching the Quarter very carefully looking for him. They knew they didn't need to do much. They just had to wait for him to appear somewhere in town. I hoped he was out the Quarter. I willed for him to be down at the bayou or something...anywhere but here. Sooner or later, he would be found though, and that spelled death for both of us. Once they found him, I would be of no use to them. On top of that, I didn't know how much more punishment my body could take. I couldn't stall anymore. I didn't want to die here. I had to get out...for me and for Jackson.
I'd hoped help would arrive quickly but it didn't. I was on my own.
Fighting the pain throbbing from the waist up, I managed to roll into my back. I took a deep breath and slowly began to sit upright. I scooted back the few feet so that I could lean against the wall. It would help me conserve my strength. I needed all I had to give these punks a taste of their own medicine.
Now, I just had to wait for one of these jerks to come into the room.
Elijah
My attempts at finding help failed. Even a phone call to Niklaus went unanswered. I hoped that it was a coincidence and that no more of our loved ones were taken. Fortunately, my sister had no problem locating Giselle with the locator spell. So Freya and I rushed out of the French Quarter and into the warehouse district, hot on the trail. I kept my eyes peeled for anything suspicious but nothing looked out of the ordinary.
"Take a left!" She instructed.
"Alright...but these buildings all look the same."
"Oh shut up! We'll find it...See! Over there! That's where the map was leading to!" She said excitedly as she pointed to an abandoned grey building.
"You're sure?" I asked skeptically.
"Yes, i'm positive. Now let's get in there!"
"You aren't going in there. You need to go home," I instructed.
"Elijah! I'm coming with you!" She barked.
"I will not let you put yourself in harm's way! You already almost died because you got caught in the crossfire. I won't let it happen again."
"The only reason I'm still here is because of Giselle. She saved my life and I want to do what I can to return the favor!"
"I know you mean well, Freya, but we don't know what's in there. You, my dear sister, can die. Let the immortal take the risk."
"Elijah!"
"Freya, go home. Or perhaps go to Hayley's and make sure her and Hope are safe, anything. I'll take care of this and bring Giselle back, I promise." She looked up into my eyes and sighed.
"Fine. Just please go save her, brother."
"I will."
"Be careful."
"You too."
I walked around the corner and saw a big guy blocking the back entrance. Without hesitation, I headed right his way.
"You better move along, boy. Nothing here that concerns you."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, move along!" He barked.
"I will do no such thing." I grabbed the collar of his shirt and looked into his eyes to compel him. "You will not lay a hand on me. I am going to ask you questions and you are going to tell me the answers. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Delightful. Do you have a woman captive in this building?"
"Yes, we do."
"Why?"
"She won't tell us what we need to know."
"What does she know?" I asked curiously.
"Where the wolf is."
"Why do you need to know where he is?"
"To kill him."
"I see. That will be all. Thank you."
"You're welcome." I punched my fist into his chest and pulled out his heart. Carelessly, I tossed the heart into the ground and headed inside.
Giselle
Finally, one of the stooges entered the room.
"Well, well, well! Look who is finally awake," he mused.
"Just needed a cat nap!" I said sarcastically as he approached me.
"Funny, no matter how much we beat you, we still can't beat that attitude out of you..."
"Phasmatos Motus Robix!" I hissed as I flung him into the cement wall, he bounced onto the floor.
"What the hell..." he asked groaning.
"Phasmatos Motus Robix!" I said again, throwing him into the other wall. I was trying to pace myself...the beatings had taken so much energy already.
"You little bi-"
"Menedek qual suurentaa!" His neck snapped, leaving him in a heap on the floor. I smiled, incredibly pleased with myself. It wasn't long before I heard people's footsteps growing closer. Perhaps they'd heard him the crashing into the walls.
"Kevin? Dude, what's taking so long? Is she awake or not-" a voice called out, trailing off as he saw his friends condition.
"What the hell happened?" the other asked.
"I have no idea..."
"I've got an idea..." I said with a smug grin.
"You did this!"
"Dude, how would she have done this. She's tied up." I laughed and with a flick of the wrist, I slammed the door shut behind them.
"You'd be surprised what I can do... Phesmatos Morsinus Pyrox Allum..." I pointed at them and they began to yell out in immense pain. I was inflicting as much pain onto them as possible. "How do you like it?!"
"Stop! Please make it stop!"
"Bite me!" I hissed. "This is going to get so much worse for you two and your little buddy over there."
"We'll help you! Please! We'll get you out!" he offered.
"It's too late for that!"
"No! We'll do anything!" I stopped the pain for a mere second before I began my next act!
"Le specto tre colo ves bestia... Le specto tre colo ves bestia...Le specto tre colo ves bestia," I chanted as they writhed in agony once again on the floor. This spell was a powerful one, one that required a great deal of power. It slowly ripped the hearts out of any being I desired. It was painful...a well deserved death for my captors. The lights flickered on and off, signaling the near completion of the spell. "Le specto tre colo ves bestia...Le specto tre colo ves bestia..."
In one foul swoop, all three of their hearts were torn from their bodies, plopping onto the floor. I sighed in relief. Now, I just had to take care of that damn Chad. Using the wall for leverage, I managed to stand up despite my still bound ankles and wrists. I took a series of deep breaths to try to regain my focus. Magic weakened when the witch wasn't focused. I had to be ready for what may be my last stand.
Awhile later, the door flew open as Chad ran into the room, breathing heavily.
"You guys...we're under attack-" he said stepping onto his friend's freshly extracted heart. His head turned rapidly to take in the entire scene. His face was full of anger and horror. "You!"
"Hi Chad, darling, looks like you are a little late to the party!" I said smugly. His jaw tightened with anger.
"You little bitch! You're going to pay for this."
"I figured I would," I replied calmly. He began to approach me. "Don't come any closer!" I warned.
"Why? What are you going to do?" he taunted.
"Phesmatos Morsinus Pyrox Allum!" I sneered. His face instantly changed as he tried to withstand the insane amount of pain that spell causes on a person's brain. Unlike his friends, he wasn't giving me the satisfaction of screaming.
"You little witch bitch!" He growled. Chad began to fight it. I had to admit that I was losing steam. This magic was taking its toll on me and I was getting weaker as I kept bleeding. He stood and slowly began to make his way over to me. At this point, I didn't have the ability to switch spells. Any break in the magic, even for a second could prove fatal. All I could do was hold this spell and attempt to slow him...and hope that whatever was attacking out there would come and end Chad too.
Now he was in arms reach. I hit him in the face with my tethered hands. He laughed heartily and with one swift motion had his big hands wrapped around my neck, like snakes constricting my windpipe. I tried fighting back with all my might but my strength was wavering with my weakening physical state. He wasn't budging or tiring. I was in serious trouble. I feared that my death was imminent.
"Sorry it had to end like this, Blondie," he sneered with no sincerity whatsoever. He weakened his grip just enough for me to speak.
"I have no regrets. If I'm going down, at least I've gone down swinging."
"You stupid girl, you could have saved yourself. You could have lived...was saving wolf boy really worth this?"
"To save and protect a truly good and kind human being? Yes it was. He didn't deserve to be offered up to be murdered."
"It was all for nothing, you know. You didn't take me up on my offer...So here is how things are going to go down. First, I'm going to end you and then I'm going to find Wolfie and kill him too. Any last words?" He asked with a horrifically sinister chuckle.
"Fuck...you," I spat with a grin. A scowl came over his face.
"I'm going to enjoy this..."
I closed my eyes briefly as if to some how brace myself for the end. Suddenly, I heard Chad cry out in agony. I opened my eyes to see a fist coming out of his chest. The grip around my neck weakened and then completely released. The hand retreated, taking the heart along with it. His lifeless body fell to the floor revealing Elijah behind him. A wave of relief hit me. It was over. Exhausted, I fell back and slid against the wall to the floor. He rushed over to me with horror on his face. He cupped his hands around my swollen cheeks.
"Oh my gosh. What have they done to you!?" He gasped.
"You got my message?" I asked softly as he moved to begin to untie my ankles and wrists.
"We did. Sorry I didn't get here sooner."
"It's fine. I'm okay..."
"You most certainly are not fine! You are bound, bloodied, and bruised!" He insisted. "I'm getting you out of here."
"You don't have to convince me to leave this hell hole."
"Fair enough. Can you stand?"
"Probably." He wrapped an arm around me and helped lift me to my feet.
"Alright, let's go home," he announced as he began to lead me out of the room, letting me put my weight on him.
"You know, if somebody would have told me that I'd be excited to see your face today, I'd have thought they were crazy!" I joked. A hearty laugh erupted from his lips.
"Yeah, we have gotten off to a rocky start."
"That is an understatement! You've accused me of being a traitor twice already!" I teased. He paused for a few seconds and smirked.
"That's fair. I am very sorry for that. I misjudged you."
"Apology accepted. You were just trying to protect your family. I get it."
"I'm lucky you are so forgiving."
"Well you did just save my life... So that counts for something," I joked. "But in all seriousness, thanks for saving me just now. I know you didn't have to do all of this. You don't even particularly like me but you still put yourself on line for me. So thank you."
"Surely I couldn't let you die, Giselle. You might not have been with us long but you certainly are one of us now..." he said with a geniune smile. I couldn't help but grin at the inclusion of being one of them. Then, all of a sudden, I could feel myself lurch forward and gagged. I threw up dark red blood everywhere on the ground in front of us. My vision started to get blurry and I felt like I was spinning.
"Giselle?! Are you o-" he began to ask before my legs buckled and the world went black once again.
Elijah
With Giselle cradled in my arms, I stormed through the courtyard of our home. I rushed past Marcel, Hayley, and Jackson who were having a conversation near the bar.
"Whoa! What happened!?" Marcel asked jumping up and heading towards us.
"Is she?...is she okay?" Jackson asked panicked.
"Oh my god, Elijah!" Freya yelled out as she emerged at the top of the stairwell.
"Everybody relax...She's going to be fine. She just needs some vampire blood," I insisted as I carried her over to the couch. I laid her down and sat next to her head. I bit my wrist and tried to drip my blood into her mouth.
"How is she going to drink that when she's unconscious!?" Jackson asked.
"We need to tip her head back!" Marcel suggested as he came over and adjusted her head. "There." I kept letting my blood fall into her mouth. We all sat in an eerie silence as waited in suspens for her to pull through. I willed her to wake up and be okay. Time passed at a grisly pace.
"Come on, Giselle...you've got to drink it!" I said holding her hand with my free one. Suddenly, her blue eyes flickered open and she swallowed the rest of the blood in her mouth. She gasped loudly.
"Oh thank god," Jack said with a breath of relief. Giselle immediately tried to sit up.
"Slow down. Just lay down and give yourself a minute," I said softly as I rubbed her hand gently. She gave my hand a squeeze back.
"Fine," she replied with a cute pout. "That was a close one, huh?"
"Yes, it was. You gave me quite a scare."
"Gave us all a scare!" Jackson said with a laugh. Hayley shot glaring looks at her husband, clearly not a fan of his fondness of the young blonde.
"What can I say? I love to make an entrance!"
"What happened? Who did this to you?" Marcel asked horrified.
"Lets hold off on the questions for right now. The immediate threat has subsided. We'll deal with this in the morning," I insisted. It was incredibly late and she looked exhausted.
"Okay. Maybe we should all head out then..." he suggested.
"He's right. We'll see you tomorrow then. Feel better, Giselle," Jackson said quietly.
"Thanks. Bye guys." The three of them left the courtyard. Leaving the two of us and Freya.
"Are you feeling better?" I asked concerned. Her facial abrasions had healed up completely. Besides being covered in blood, she was looking back like her normal, beautiful self already.
"Much better, just tired."
"Well, you have been through a lot in the last 24 hours. Why don't you come along and I'll draw you a bath," I offered. Freya raised an eyebrow at the suggestion. "You are covered in blood, after all."
"That actually sounds wonderful. Thank you." Giselle sat up and gradually made her way to her feet. I offered her my arm. She took it and I escorted her up the bathroom.
Next chapter: Niklaus returns!
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