An: A mass, cultish sort of suicide is discussed, but not in too much detail. Take care reading.
Morgan was quietly graduated separately from the rest of the class and then she found herself sitting in Alaric's office. "Deja vu." She muttered.
Alaric cracked the barest hint of a smile at this. "You're not in trouble this time. I know we have to talk about...the incident eventually. But first, what about your plans to move to New Orleans? May I ask-"
"Because I don't know anything about the world as a whole, given I grew up here. Klaus is probably the one thing on this Earth I do know." Morgan hesitated. "And I don't truly know him the way people are supposed to. I got a cheat sheet. Also...At least under his roof I'd always have resources to practice my craft at tip-top quality."
Alaric was quiet. "This is good enough for you? I have to be sure. I've been your caretaker since...Since you were a toddler."
Morgan nodded. "He's going to put me through college when I'm ready. I couldn't ask that of you."
"Why not?" He spoke softly.
"Well, I...still wonder what happened to my parents. Why you just say you're my guardian. I love you for it, because I know I didn't make it easy. But...What happened when I was a toddler?"
Alaric hesitated. "I am not sure now is the best time with you still considering doing Stefan's weave."
"Please. From one adult to another. What circumstances led to you finding me in the first place? It's hung over me for years." Morgan gave him a soft look. "I need to know before I leave behind my first home, here. I don't want to take that feeling with me."
"Alright." He pulled out a folder. "I can tell you or let you read it yourself in private."
Morgan took the file, noting how heavy it was. "I'm going to start building Stefan in New Orleans. Where I will feel more...watched. You have so many other students...And two daughters besides that. Thank you for raising me even despite it." Morgan hugged him. "I saved up from the shifts I did interning at the vet clinic. Got you something." She handed him the plaque. Alaric teared up reading it, and gave her the biggest eyes she'd ever seen set in his face.
"I'll put it up outside the front gates immediately. When are you going?" Alaric looked hopeful.
"Tonight. Sorry. I'll visit." She promised before standing and leaving Alaric with the plaque that read: Home for the Lost. It would fit perfectly under the other signage.
x
Morgan packed her bags, wondering how to say goodbye to Kaleb and MG so very quickly. Then she decided to just do it. Before she could open her door, they did. Morgan laughed. "Are you guys telepaths now? Come in. I wanted to tell you both something." Kaleb shut the door behind the two of them.
Morgan took a second look at MG and saw how fidgety he was acting. "Oh no...What now? What's happened?"
"Do you remember when I said I wanted to practice drinking blood from people? So i could do it safely later in life?" Kaleb finally figured out how to start it.
"Right and I helped you break that rule. I let you...practice with me. I trusted you. Why's MG practically doing the potty dance over there?" Morgan wondered if maybe Kaleb hadn't accidentally killed someone, the way MG acted.
"Well, since the election where I became representative of vampires in our school, MG has approached me and expressed a desire to learn the same thing. He feels the blood bags no longer cut it in terms of... nourishment." Kaleb explained, and Morgan finally got it.
"Oh boy. How to approach this delicately...MG, you know I trust you right?" Morgan tried to start letting this down gently.
"Yeah?"
"I don't think this is a good idea. Your personality makes this type of interaction...Possibly really dangerous. For me and for your continued life as a student here." Morgan pulled out a textbook she'd been packing on the psychology of supes, particularly younger ones. "According to the guy who wrote this, and stick with me because he's very credible, you might...turn into a ripper."
MG's face fell at this and Kaleb frowned. "Are you sure, girl? MG couldn't really find it in himself to harm a fly normally. And I feel responsible for his sudden need to try this, given the... jerk bag way I won the council."
Morgan opened the book and began to read. "Common both in adolescent vampires who didn't get a choice and those who just turned regardless of age is a timid mindset as they adjust to a new life. There's a period where each new vampire begins to realize the scope of their new strength and it's important to note that for some personality types, this becomes the most dangerous part for everyone around them." She paused and looked at MG. "You're on the list. Your type. I am sorry."
"Isn't there any way?" MG sounded so broken Morgan put down the book and began to rummage in her things, a small pile of magical items she had either made for class or out of personal interest.
"Yes." She held up two matching bracelets. "I got the idea from an anime, if I'm being perfectly honest. It's called Vampire Knight. You might like it." She held them up the light. "They're still enchanted. The problem is, MG once you put it on...Well it's like a shock collar. And you can't take it off. The problem here comes from the fact...I am moving away tonight at lights out. If you got tired of it or your girlfriend asked where it came from...I'd have to come back down and remove it myself."
"This is important to me." He was firm in his assertion.
"One last thing before I give this to you. If you hurt me, Klaus Mikaelson is going to break down that door and throw you through the wall. He can still feel the stronger physical pains that I do." She held it out and MG put it on without hesitation. She heaved a sigh at this and put on the bracelet's match. "Give it a moment." Then she pulled over her desk chair and sat in it. "Well, have a nibble. But be aware of the risks to your person."
MG moved in close and then she felt the familiar prick of vampire fangs on her neck. MG was drinking her blood. She kept one hand on her wrist, prepared to activate the charm at any second. She tensed a little when one of MG's hands covered both of her's, but it seemed like he was just adjusting. Until his bite got harder and his grip fastened on her wrist. "MG-" She squeaked. There was a snap as her wrist broke and the bracelet slipped right off. "KALEB-" She yelped, agony flooding at the same time she was starting to feel dizzy. There was blood flowing down the side of her neck now as Kaleb wrenched him off and held him back. Snarling and crazed, MG the ripper struggled to get back to his prey.
Then her bedroom door flew open and in flashed Klaus. He didn't go for MG or even Kaleb, instead grabbing Morgan herself and leaving. Morgan felt limp and weak, but even so recognized the cool touch of rain on her face. Were they outside? She couldn't tell, because aside from feeling cold her face was going numb and her eyes were reluctant to to open. She heard a door opening then closing and an alarmed voice. "Nik what the fuck?!" Rebekah?
"Hush, Rebekah. I have to hurry or it'll be transition she wakes up in." Then something warm and salty hit her tongue and Klaus moved her into a semi-propped up position. "Just let it go down your throat. If you fight, you're going to wake up dead."
Morgan didn't fight, letting the blood enter her system. She didn't even fight when her wrist was snapped back into place or heavy pressure was applied to the hole in her throat. No, in fact she began to drift to sleep. "No, no love." There was gentle tapping on her cheek as Klaus faux-slapped her. "Not now. Open those eyes for me, little weaver." She blearily ooened them to look at Klaus, watching as he moved some of her hair from her face.
"Heavy. Sleepy."
"I know, little weaver. But if you go to sleep now, you're going to become a vampire." Morgan struggled to sit up, the reality of what he was saying finally gripping her.
"Hey wait, are we moving? My things-"
"Shh. They'll be sent for. It was time to get out." Klaus tried to calm her, helping her sit up.
"What about MG? And Hope?"
"I imagine he's detoxing from your blood in the basement of that academy. As for dearest Hope, she went on ahead to get your room ready the way you kept it here. She wants you to be comfortable." Klaus cocked his head at Morgan and she got the distinct feeling he was reaching through what remained of the weaver's bond. "You'll be fine now. Why don't you try to enjoy the drive?"
Morgan shook her head and instantly regretted it when it exploded in pain. "No...I...I don't want to...I have to check on MG."
"When he's properly detoxed, I'll have Alaric drive him up to apologize." Klaus was firm. "You need to put yourself first sometimes, Morgan."
Morgan was quiet for a long time. Maybe an hour. "Did anyone get what I need from Caroline? If he's even dead it wasn't before hell so how do I get his remains?"
"Don't worry about it. I've got people working on it." Morgan fell silent again, this time for nearly two hours.
"Klaus..." He looked at her, waiting for her to finish. "Nevermind." She shoved down the question. "Just tell me when it's okay for me to sleep. It's been an exhausting week."
x
When Morgan finally went to sleep, Klaus reached into her luggage which he had in reality already retrieved. He pulled out the file Alaric had given her and began picking through the papers, looking for her family history. A heavy envelope fell from the back when Klaus was halfway through with his skimming. He opened it and his hybrid blood ran cold. It was a collection of crime scene photos, taken in various spots throughout what looked like one of the communes witch covens typically lived in. Each photo contained anywhere from one to five dead bodies. Every photo. He looked at these a while, coming to a sickening realization that these were suicides. Every...last one of them. The one on the bottom had a toddler sitting in the middle of a pile of exploded flesh, screaming and crying.
He didn't need to glance at Morgan to realize it was her; sole survivor of her coven. He read through the reports themselves and realized then that the person who had filed this and given it over to Alaric had to have been a witch themsevles. According to the majority of the writing contained within the five pound file, these suicides were the result of severe psychic backlash. The coven had had been working together on one, single raising. One soul weave, and it was going to take all of them to manage it. The coven had left signs they tried to pull back at the last moment, and this is what caused the psychic backlash to create a suicidal trance.
Klaus' blood got a little colder. Morgan had done pretty much the same thing with Stefan. He was going to have watch her a long time before he felt confident it wasn't happening with her too. He was about to close the file when he saw the symbol painted in the circle by the crying baby Morgan. He went back through and in each grisly picture there it was again. Over and over and over, at least once in each scene was the Mikaelson family crest. "Fuck."