Oh, Maker of Mine.
Chapter 2.
Zara's POV
*New Orleans…it's been awhile.* I thought as I wandered through the city. When I woke up, Elijah was gone but a map of the city was left on the table with a blue 'x' for our summer home, and a red 'x' for where Klaus was being held captive. I studied it well before I apparated to the French Court. Night had long fallen, and even though it was under the protection of magic, there were still several witches patrolling the grounds. *Lets see if I remember how to do this.* I thought to myself before stepping out of the shadows, headed straight for the gates. "Hey!" a voice yelled, I ignored it. Suddenly three young girls were blocking me and entering the courtyard. "Who are you." Little Hispanic demanded. I narrowed my eyes at her. "Looking for your boss. Leader. Whatever she is, the strongest of you, I need to speak with her." The middle witch, cute little white girl spoke up, "Regarding what?" at this I smiled, "Her prisoner." "Are you a vampire?" came the last question, from a little black witch. "Did I ask you nicely or attempt to barge right in." came my answer. The harvest girls (I presume) looked at each other before the black one nodded. "Monique will take you to her." The even prettier olive skinned girl held out her hand. I looked at it. "I'm sure I can walk on my own," they stared at me, then to each other before the olive one nodded and turned towards the courtyard of the elaborate mansion's grounds.
"AnaNarei?" my middle name unknown to men of this age emerged from the stairs leading down into the yard. I froze eyes straight ahead. She was tall, pretty skinned with curly, thin wild black hair. I nodded towards her, "Celeste." She smiled. "Leave us," came her command. The girls disappeared without further words. I instantly became pissed off. "What the fuck-" she held a hand up. "Royalty will NOT speak like common trash." Her voice was firm. My eyebrow twitched, but she was right. I drew myself up to my full height, squared my shoulders and began again. "Apologies for my vulgarity and bluntness…but you are alive. Possession did you well. But you must know why I am here." Celeste smiled. "For the brute of course." She was fair in her word choice; Niklaus was nothing else in her eyes. "Celeste-" "Sabine. Zariya, these witches of the French Quarter are not whom they once were. Only some trusted faithful few know my true identity." My eyes twitched again. "Sabine, why do you hold Klaus the way I've been told." Her eyes rolled and I made up my mind that any explanation wouldn't suffice me. "He's a plague unto my kind. Our kind. He's a monster, an animal that must be put down." I smirked. "Bull shit. The truth please. Why are you torturing him?" Sabine moved forward then and I could almost for a second see Celeste in her features. "He's made us, practically instinct. Zariya. Perhaps you've been asleep these last few decades." "No, not sleeping. Living life to the fullest. Being happy instead of living for revenge. It was Marcel who wiped out the witches. Niklaus took on role of king after the fact. Surely you don't think me foolish." It was my turn to sound royal. "What you are doing is trying to isolate the originals. You're trying to weaken them. Make them turn on each other. Or, oh!" I snapped my fingers, drumming them across my chin. "Maybe, directly indirectly you're trying to punish Elijah." She blinked. Her hand suddenly waved, a dark gold wave came towards me. My hand waved a block. Dark green shield. The colors erupted in a brief explanation of fame. I smiled. "You taught me a lot in terms of 'magic' Countess. That I'll always thank you for. But what you're doing is wrong. And you're about to kill a lot of innocent witches and vampires when you guys once lived in peace here-" "SILENCE!" she was breaking. I rejoiced on the inside. I could see the wildness flood her face; this Sabine's facial features weren't hard to mask like the original face of Celeste. By my own will, I fell silent. I watched her do battle mentally. She wasn't stronger than me and she was beginning to see that. I'd walk out with Niklaus, but I wouldn't be leaving New Orleans for a while. *Fuck. Elijah.* I groaned out loud with the thought. This sound seemed to bring Sabine back to life. "What exactly do you want AnaNarei." She asked the question slowly. "To take Niklaus. And go home." Her head tilted, and I restated. "To save his life." Her dark eyes studied mine. "He'll slaughter us all." She was quiet. I shrugged. "Not today. I'd have a better chance doin that, and then finding him anyway. But hey, you give me what I want I step with him, keep him occupied for a while until you get a game plan. You should remember how fond he was of me." Dry sarcasm has my picture next to it in the dictionary I just know. Silence. Then suddenly Sabine clapped twice. The three girls from outside and a red-head woman joined her. The white girl caught my attention as a scent I haven't smelled in centuries hit my nose. I had to ignore it. The red head I instantly recognized as one of the old witches who worked with Rebekah at one point. I smiled at her, "Hello Gen, long time." She merely nodded. *Disrespectful wench.* I shot telepathy directly towards her. Her eyes widened. "Enough of that." From Sabine. "Bring out the prisoner." Davina and Genevieve clasped had and began an incantation I wasn't familiar with, but I was ready for anything. Before me, in the courtyard the ground began to open up. I stepped back and crossed my arms to slow my now racing heartbeat. Something like a bed rose from the depth and the ground again became whole. My breathing stopped and for once, my surroundings were forgotten as I took 3 slow steps forward. There lay my maker. My first. The only man I ever loved and haven't seen in over 8 centuries. He looked as if he was only sleeping had it not been for the violent, deep red scar in the middle of his chest. I knew he was in extreme pain from the way his forehead was tense, the sweat that consistently beaded and poured in rivulets. I was aware of the 3 ladies who joined us in the corridor; the witches were now in a circle surrounding the bed. I ignored them, my fingers tracing the tattoo on his shoulder – the flock of ravens most people mistook them for crows. His eyes suddenly shot open. They were gold and black. I snapped back to reality as the force of his thrust sent me crashing into a barrier. *Fuck*, I let my guard down for only 5 seconds it seemed. But now, I was trapped in a circle with a deranged hybrid- the first hybrid whose mind knew nothing but pain. He was fast behind me as I glared at Sabine. His hand gripped my throat and he slammed me backwards into the bed he recently lay on. It was stone. My breath was stolen as the first set of punches caught my jaw, chest, chest, jaw and I toppled over the bed. I lifted my head to gaze into the eyes of the young witch whom smelled familiar. The pain-filled expression I allowed to cross my features weren't exactly a lie- maybe a tad bit exaggerated but it was enough. Just in time. I rolled and caught Klaus in the belly with my feet as he leapt towards me over the table. I gripped his body close to mine with my legs and thrust my right hand into the wound in his chest. His mouth opened as the most agonized cry I'd ever witnessed from him burst through my senses but was lost in space as I focused on teleportation. The meeting grounds. Elijah. Rebekah. My hand gripped the blade from where it protruded through Klaus's heart. I fell back as Elijah pulled him away from my. Before blacking out I saw the summer home. *Fuck this…I'm back.*