Oh Maker of Mine
Chapter 3
OMN P.o.V.
"Hayley, hot water. Run a bath if you please." Elijah's command as the door opened. Marcel and Hayley stood automatically. "Of course-" then she gasped. Elijah lay Klaus on the sofa as Rebekah followed close with Zara. Marcel and Hayley stared at Zara's broken frame. "Now!" Elijah's command was a tad more firm as tears rose in Hayley's eyes. She disappeared up the stairs as fast as her stomach allowed her to. Marcel reached for her, his hands shaking slightly. "I'll take her." Rebekah's grip did not loosen. If only, it grew tighter. "Marcel, let the women handle the woman. Besides I need you here just in case Niklaus wakes fully. Rebekah, I expect you to explain to Hayley that Zara is not fatally wounded. Niklaus had no control over what he was doing. Understand?" Rebekah didn't answer, neither of them expected her to; her face was whiter than they'd ever seen. Without speaking, she disappeared upstairs. Elijah leaned back in the armchair across from Klaus toying with the blade he'd removed from Zara's limp grasp. Marcel began to pace, "She's hurt-" "Not fatally." Came Elijah's immediate dry response. Marcel didn't care. Deep inside he was furious that Klaus put his hands on her- beat her in such a way, regardless of the situation. Elijah could sense his displeasure. "Switch places with Rebekah would you?" Marcel was up the stairs before the last syllable of Rebekah escaped his mouth.
Upstairs there were two large suites belonging to Elijah and Niklaus at one stage of their lifetime. They hadn't been disturbed for decades. Hayley knew she chose Niklaus's room due to the numerous painting on the walls and an abundance of instruments. In the center of the large room was a big brass bed complete with dark red satin sheets and pillows, after decades still unmade. There was no time to admire as Hayley crossed he floors to the double doors which was the entrance to the bathroom. Here she paused. "Wow." Not only was the space like a whole different suite, the tub itself was a large deep square basin. On the walls were shelves filled with different bottles and containers with liquids and vegetation. Hayley drew her attention away from them and began to run the water. Rebekah appeared behind her as she stepped closer to the shelf where a deathly scent nearly tore her breath away. "Watch what you touch." Hayley turned to see Rebekah lower Zara's body in the water. "Shouldn't we undress her?" came her emotional voice. "There's no need." Replied Rebekah without looking up. "There is something you can do. Use your sense of smell and locate a vial with monkshood." Hayley's eyes went back to the shelf. The vial that nearly made her choke. "Wolfsbane is a poison-" "Yes, one that werewolves can scent out no matter the mixture. We need it. Please. I have no knowledge of the scent." Rebekah sounded anxious as Zara sank beneath the steaming surface. Hayley took a deep whiff. Zeroed in on a medium sized bottle half full of the putrid-looking green liquid. She touched it gingerly as Marcel appeared in the doorway. Suddenly-
*italic : flashback*
Niklaus groaned and reached beside him. His eyes snapped open in the dark. He sat up. "Zariya?" his voice wasn't a whisper. Almost suddenly, several candles lit, beside the bed, along the path to the bathroom and around the living space of their suite. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief, but a grunt of irritation as to why she'd disengage their embrace in the middle of the night. Blinkdash. He followed her recent scent to the balcony and looked down to see her moving amongst the garden. Her spell herbs. *Curious* his thinking. She was naked. A growl escaped him without his realizing and he went towards the bathroom to run her a bath he knew she'd appreciate. Her scent- their scent grew stronger as the tub filled. Without turning towards her, "I expected to wake still inside my wife." There was no answer. Klaus turned and immediately was on his feet, concern and passion clearly written across his features. Zara had gathered a couple leaves that tampered his strong sense of smell and was cutting her palm as he watched. Her normal olive hued eyes were clouded over with a whitish gray film. He'd seen her like this only once before and knew she was in a vision. She'd have no memory of this when she woke. She was creating a potion in midair- that's where the vial floated. Her blood pushed the leaves into the opening and only when she prepared to cut her wrist did Klaus interfere. "Love, what do you see," he took the knife from her and instead made a tiny incision with his fangs. "This will heal the day you hurt." Her voice wasn't even her own. Klaus didn't think twice about her riddle, and he only allowed the vial to get half full with her blood before he took her wrist and sealed the wound with his tongue. "No more rough sex for you Seress." He muttered, capping the vial and placing it on the shelf as she sank into the tub.
Hayley withdrew her hand with a gasp. Rebekah could tell by her face that she'd experienced the night that the potion was made. That was a habit of Zara's, to prevent the potions from being used for the wrong things, however now was not the time to answer or deal with any of Hayley's questions or insecurities. She grabbed the vial and poured the contents in the in the bath. Marcel could finally speak. "Elijah wants you." Came his forced voice. Rebekah nodded, glanced at Hayley's shaking form and disappeared. "She and Klaus-" "Were married. Mates." Marcel finished for her touching her shoulder gently. "We can leave her alone now; the potion is beginning to work." Hayley took a final glance at the deep tub. The water was beginning to boil; Zara couldn't be seen underneath the murky black that the potion turned the water. Once into the living area, sinking into one of the chairs, did Hayley speak again as Marcel closed the double doors. "This was their room." She said quietly. Marcel's jaw tightened and he moved towards the balcony, ripping sheets away from the gigantic windows. "I thought she was a witch-" "Voodoo Princess. Voodoo is a little different from witchcraft." He cut her off finally getting the balcony doors open. The night air was cool and blew into the room, "How can she and Klaus be…I mean I thought a mate was supposed to be like him or a vampire…" Marcel sighed and leaned forwards, resting his weight on his arms on the railing. "She's that too." Hayley looked up from her hands and joined him on the balcony. "How can she be both…what is she to you? Elijah and Rebekah?" Marcel didn't answer immediately. Instead he looked Hayley in the eye, as if deciding what to say. "Her story isn't mine to tell. I don't know what she'd allow me to reiterate…so I will tell to when she came into my life. Will that suffice?" Hayley shrugged. "Answer me two questions first." Marcel nodded. "Will she know this is Klaus's baby?" his face visibly blanched. "Perhaps." Silence. "Will she try to kill me?"