Elijah's POV.
"What has just happened?" He spoke, articulating and spacing every word out, pure confusion and rage bubbling within him; he turned to look at Marcel who already had his phone out of his pocket, dialling a number and pressing his phone to his ear.
Elijah had used his speed to cover the surrounding area, finding any trace of them before returning to Marcel unsuccessful, "they're not here, who could have possibly taken them?"
"I already have all my guys out looking for them, if they're in my city, they'll find them."
"Marcel," Davina screamed from inside the attic, both vampires where there in a flash and Marcel had stood beside her.
"What is it, D? Are you hurt?" His concern apparent in his kind tone of voice.
"Someone in The Quarter is using magic," she said, as she gathered a few items and placed them on the table; a small brass bowl, a knife, herbs and what looked to be a talisman of some kind.
"Who?" Elijah spoke quite bluntly, his panic starting to break down his usual cool and collected demeanour; this was Elena and his brother, if anything were to happen to them, he would never forgive himself.
"I don't know, they're blocking me," she said as she started putting the herbs into the bowl slowly as she began to chant, there was a sudden blast of air encompassing the attic room as she furthered the spell.
She picked up the knife and slid the blade across her palm, allowing her blood to empty into the bowl; she picked up the talisman and pressed it onto her wound, blood encasing it as she put it in the bowl, she continued to chant until a small explosion emitted within the bowl, "they're at the cemetery, shrouded in a powerful cloaking spell, don't let it confuse you and you'll find them."
Elena's POV.
Elena's eyes began to open, her vision was still foggy from the pain of the spell cast upon her but she knew she was in trouble the second she seen the group of witches approach them outside of the church. They hadn't hesitated to subdue them both and take them.
A small groan escaped her lips at the pain radiating from her head and she felt dizzy, the foggy vision didn't help and she felt like she was spinning; she couldn't see clearly but she knew she was chained up, she could feel them wrapped tightly around her wrists and her arms where stretched above her, leaving her to dangle onto her knees.
"Klaus?" she groaned weakly, trying to blink her eyes forcefully and shake her head from the fogginess; once they started to clear, she saw everything, there was fires lit, five witches sitting around a large ritual table chanting some kind of spell and Klaus was chained up beside her, "oh no, Klaus!"
There was blood covering his chest and stomach and stab wounds buried within them, they had tried to keep him down for as long as possible and they succeeded.
"Nice to see you again, Elena," the familiar voice of Sophie Deveraux rung in her ears as she entered the crypt; Elena was scared and powerless, she knew she was linked to Sophie but she had no idea what her plan was and why she needed five other witches to do a spell, it must be big.
"What do you want?" She asked weakly, her frustration creeping to the surface.
"I asked you to do one thing for me, just one," she began pacing up and down the small width of the crypt, "Kill Marcel, that was it and everything would have returned to normal, the balance fixed and you could have carried on with your life in peace but no, instead-,"
She cut her sentence short and extended her hand towards her, her rage overflowing as she twisted her fist and caused Elena to writhe in pain once again; her screams where loud enough to awake Klaus, he was weak, his eyes glancing around the room and seeing what was unfolding before him.
"Instead, you plot with Marcel and meet with Davina, you continue your relationship with the abomination and nearly die in the process of making more of them."
Elena screamed louder the harder Sophie twisted her fist and the pain within her head was heightening.
The adrenaline brought Klaus back to his senses and he watched as Elena screamed out in pain, "you release her now Sophie or you will watch everyone in your coven die a slow and bloody death."
His eyes were golden and his fangs retracted, the veins beneath his eyes showing black as he let his rage overcome him; he tried pulling at the chains but they where magically fused to the wall, he tried forcing himself free to get to Elena but he couldn't.
"You're right," Sophie mused, releasing Elena from her spell just as she thought she would pass out, "I do need her conscious for the remainder of your stay here."
Elena took a deep breath and her eyes instantly shot to Klaus; his face softened and his fangs hid themselves again, a look of sorrow in his eyes as he looked at her, seeing only his failing in protecting her, "I'm sorry, little warrior."
"It's not your fault, we'll get through this," she managed a small smile towards him and she melted him completely, her continued resilience and optimism surprising him once again.
"Aw, well isn't that sweet," Sophie spoke sarcastically, causing Klaus to pull at the chains and growl at her, oh how desperately he wanted to end her life, "so, aren't you going to ask me what my coven is doing over there?"
Elena and Klaus didn't say a word, they just stared at her with a blankness and look of rage.
"No? Okay, I'll just tell you," she walked over to the table and picked up a relic, holding it up to her face and twirling it to showcase it in its entirety, "this little trinket belonged to a very powerful witch, you knew her, Klaus."
"Ah," he pursed his lips together at his words, the never ending pursuit of Esther here to bite back at him once again, "Mother."
"Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner," Sophie continued to rile them up, "she used this relic to tap into the dark magic she needed to create the vampire ritual and we're going to use it again to destroy it, end all vampires once and for all."
"Are you insane?" Elena exclaimed, her panic at an all time high, she couldn't see anyone she cared about die.
"Probably but the witches are sick of being controlled and manipulated by evil, thanks to the imbalance, it's the perfect time to tap into the nexus of dark energy we need to ensure the ritual is completed," she picked up a knife and a small chalice from the table and walked over to Elena, slicing the blade across the palm of her hand, she caught the blood in the chalice, "the last ingredient we need, the blood of a doppelgänger."
"Klaus, she can't do this," Elena shook her head repeatedly, feeling completely powerless in protecting her loved ones, "she can't, I can't see you die."
"Shh, little warrior," he forced a reassuring smile on his face, "it's okay, it's not your fault."
"Klaus, no, we can't let them win, you can't go, I won't let you," she was frantic with worry, her mind flashing to every vampire she loved; Caroline, Stefan, Damon, Tyler, Klaus and Elijah, she can't watch them all die.
"Right, seriously," Sophie obnoxiously interrupted but there gaze still remained on each other as she spoke, "what is it with you two?"
They remained silent, there gaze flickering from each other and onto Sophie, who looked way to amused for their liking; Klaus wasn't going to allow her to torment them, he just shook his head at her.
"Don't tell me," she laughed far too loudly, pressing her hand to her forehead and rubbing it, "we knew you slept together but don't tell me it's something as sickening as love."
Klaus stared at her, a growl emitting from his lips at the torment she was throwing at them; Elena was just frozen, she hadn't expected this, not in the slightest.
"So, come on, did the heartless hybrid fall for the doppelgänger?" She knelt down in front of him, watching as he struggled to break free and kill her.
"No, Sophie, we're not in love," Elena admitted, breaking the tension between them both and she turned her attention towards the doppelgänger, "on some level, of course I love him but we're not in love."
Klaus dipped his head and a small smile curled up on his lips at her words, both of them finally understanding where the connection had come from; a deep desire to be loved, to not be alone and to banish each other of the darkness and demons within them.
"Is that true, Klaus?" Sophie continued to taunt with him but he wasn't letting it get to him, not really, he was too enamoured with Elena, "I don't think it is, I think you fell for her and you'll never admit it, not even to yourself."
"Enough, witch," Klaus spat at her, a low growl rumbling in his throat.
"As you wish," she spoke, her tone of voice changing and becoming more serious and dark, "finish the spell, girls."
The witches obliged, they took each others hands and formed a circle around the table of mystical objects; the flames soared around them, Klaus immediately felt a sudden and sharp pain within his chest and it clung to his heart, the dark magic performed by the coven reversing his vampiric nature.
All Elena could do is scream and cry, watching completely powerless as they tore him apart from the inside out, everyone she loved about to die.
Elijah's POV.
"It's no use," Marcel spoke as he stopped dead in his tracks, "we've been around this entire cemetery four times, they can't be here."
"They have to be, Davina wouldn't get it wrong," Elijah spoke with a hint of hope in his voice, "we just have to concentrate."
"Elijah," Marcel took a few steps closer to him, placing his hand on his shoulder, "you're the answer here, you and Klaus are brothers, there has to be something within you both, a brotherly connection that can find each other, you must be able to feel his pain or something."
"Klaus has no humanity left in him, there is nothing there for me to sense," he paused for a long moment, dipping his head slightly and turning away from Marcel whilst he thought deeply into the situation; he felt a pang of emotion within his chest, he closed his eyes and used all of his senses, physical and mystical to listen and feel for her, only one whispered word escaping his lips, "Elena."
He believed him and Elena were connected on so many levels, their shared compassion, mutual affections, the desire for love and the small fact her blood had been used in the ritual to create vampires; so he searched deep within himself, listening for her heartbeat or feeling her presence in any way and using the one mystical property that no amount of witches could cloak, love.
Marcel watched as Elijah's eyes shot open, his instincts leading his feet through the cemetery and his heart dragging him to her; they turned a corner that had been masked, blended with magic to look as if there was no entrance permit-able to them. He smiled at Marcel, before they both darted for the crypt at the end of the path, the roaring fire within sight.
Just as they got half way there, the skies opened up and unleashed a heavy bout of thunder and lightening; a heavy downpour of rain and hail hit them like knives when Elijah noticed small shards of ice beside his feet. They looked at each other quickly, expressing a shared concern about the magic being used against Klaus and Elena and they had to stop it.
Suddenly, Elijah had been brought to his knees, the same pain within Klaus' chest was also in his and he roared out in pain and fear, he just about got his words out but he gave the order, "kill them all."
Marcel stared at the original vampire in front of him, a look of rage exhibited across his features and he simply nodded his head, using every ounce of speed he had within him to reach the crypt, hopefully in time.