chapter seven

tyler-fucking-lockwood

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       JOSH SHUFFLED THROUGH the courtyard of the Abattoir nervously, trudging around the dozens of vampires that had placed themselves in the compound.

       "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fight Night!" Marcel exclaimed from the balcony that hung over the courtyard, his arms spread wide as he spoke. "And, the first rule of Fight Night is the vampire left standing at the end of the night is one step closer to the inner circle, and one of these," he held up his hand that wore his daylight ring. "A daylight ring. If you can impress me with a little ultra-violence, you too can enjoy the warmth of the sun on your face. All you gotta do is kick a little ass. Here we go!"

       All the vampires gathered in a circle as they waited on Marcel to announce the first fighters. Two vampires made their way over to the inner part of the circle, stepping foot into the space they'd been given to fight in.

        "Our first two contenders ━ Felicia and Otto!" Marcel announced, watching from atop of the balcony as the two vampires faced one another.

        On que the two began to fight, the crowd of vampires surrounding them, cheering along in the background excitedly. Fists flew out, swinging at one another's face, some successfully aimed whilst others nimbly dodged. Otto took the upper hand at one point, slamming the woman, Felicia, down to the ground, however the woman won as she wrapped her legs around his neck in one quick movement and sharply twisted, snapping his neck with her thighs.

        "Damn, girl! Not bad," Marcel whistled out in praise, clasping his hands together, impressed.

        The laughter and cheer was short lived as Klaus and Elijah appeared in the courtyard, the younger Mikaelson brother sped up behind Felicia and snapped her neck with a rough twist. The room fell into utter silence ━ an uneasy, deafening silence.

        "Good evening! I'd like a word," Klaus smiled up at Marcel falsely, his chest rising up and down in anger as he stared up at the Gerard.

        "What do you think you are doing?" Marcel narrowed his eyes down at the hybrid, his furious gaze fixed on Klaus' head.

        Elijah moved, standing aside his brother, his own glare fixed onto the Gerard as he stared up at the man stood over them.

       "Jordanna," Klaus gritted out, pointing an accusatory finger at the man. "Where is she? What have you done to her?"

        Elijah held his hand up, shutting his brother up. "It appears that we've interrupted a collection of filthy amateurs! We've come here for the girls. Give them to us, or we kill everyone here . . . " the Mikaelson brother smiled sinisterly. "Starting with you."

        "You two got a lot of nerve, coming into my home and making demands," Marcel glared, shaking his head in disbelief.

        "Your home, is it?" Klaus rose his eyebrows.

        Marcel glared at his sire, gritting his teeth together so harshly that they could crack at any second.

        "The girls!" Elijah yelled out, holding his arms open in agitation. "I will not ask again."

        "Jordanna?" Marcel hummed carelessly with a tilt of his head, truth be told he did care, he had made a promise to Mary and he had already failed miserably. "And I assume you're also talking about Hayley? Yay high, dark hair, bitchy attitude? Who is she, anyway?"

        Josh's eyes flickered between them anxiously, Jordanna had been somewhat kind to him in his time at the plantation. When Klaus had left she had forced him to go fetch her some food and then was kind enough to let him have some . . . he gathered that was probably one of the nicest things she had ever done because well ━ she was scary.

        "She's an old friend, and a friend of Jordanna's," Klaus kept his face blank. "You know how sentimental I am about old friends."

        "Well, I ain't got them," Marcel tilted his head. "And before you start whining, I did pay them a little visit earlier tonight. I was feeling nostalgic, so I took a trip out to the plantation where I used to be a slave. And, imagine my surprise when I realized that the Original family of vampires had taken up residence. Your girl, Hayley answered the door, J was there too, we exchanged hellos, that was it. You don't believe me? Look around. Hell, I'll even help you find them, considering I actually like Jordanna. But the question that I'd ask is ━ if they aren't here, then where are they?"

        The Mikaelson brothers stared up at him, Elijah crossed his arms over his chest as Klaus glared at the Gerard.

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        Out deep into the Bayou, Hayley woke in the back of the SUV she and Jordanna had been dumped in, her wrists bound together in plastic zip-ties. Her eyes widened as she looked over at the witch laid beside her, unmoving, crimson coated in her dark hair as the werewolf's eyes squinted at the all too familiar handcuff's on her friend's wrists.

         Where the hell was everyone getting themselves a pair from?

        Hayley shuffled along the truck, pushing herself closer to the witch as she nudged her with her bound hands.

         Jordanna's eyes fluttered open slowly, looking up to see a worried and scared werewolf looking down at her. Jordanna nodded her head groggily in show of that she was okay and turned her head to look around, seeing the dark space they were confined in.

        Hayley nodded up over at the seats, the witch sending her a knowing glance back as they peeked over the seat, finding their attacker so clearly focused on the road. They shuffled back down before sharing another look  ━ the back window.

         Jordanna totally wore the wrong shoes for this.

        She sighed deeply as she and Hayley began kicking the back window in hopes of escape.

        On, one of many, kicks the glass on the back window began to break, cracking in different directions. They shared a hopeful look before attempting to go again but the driver swerved, stopping the car and getting out, slamming the drivers side door shut with a large bang.

        Fear ran through Hayley's blood as the glass of the back door was removed and the door jolted open. His hands reached out to grab the women, dodging a headbutt from Jordanna as they began to fight back.

          Though they stilled in shock as a familiar, annoyed voice gritted out, "seriously?"

         "Tyler?" Hayley gasped, disbelief dancing through her eyes.

         "Tyler fucking Lockwood?" Jordanna scoffed out in a screech. "Are you fucking with me right now? Is this god fucking with me or something? What the fuck?!"

        "You don't wanna fight me, Hayley," the Lockwood spat, grabbing onto Hayley's ankles in a frim grip with one hand as he held Jordanna down in the other. "Either of you. You know you can't beat a hybrid."

         "Yeah?" Jordanna taunted, thrashing about in his grip as he put zip-ties on the women's feet. "At least I'll die trying."

        "Ahh!" Hayley called out in pain as the plastic dug into her skin. "Let us go, you backstabbing, half-breed, piece of shit ━"

        "Shut up!" Tyler commanded harshly causing Hayley to flinch and Jordanna to look over at her in concern.

        Tyler grabbed Hayley first, pulling her to the ground before he grabbed Jordanna and threw her over his shoulder. Reaching down slightly he gripped the Marshall's arm and pulled her up as he dragged her along.

        His arm tightened around Jordanna's leg as she roughly jammed her knee into his shoulder, attempting to break free. The Lockwood stalked down the road, his hybrid face came out as he dragged the girls further into the Bayou, ignoring the pleads from Hayley, as she begged for him to leave Jordanna alone.

         Though she was ignored.

         Double fuck.

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        Klaus and Elijah sat in the courtyard, glaring at the heaps of vampires surrounding them.

         Klaus was tense as he rubbed his hand against his jaw, he was pissed. Like, very much so. This had been the third time Jordanna had been in danger in this city. She was safer in Mystic Falls than she had been here.

        "Not the most attractive community, are they?" Elijah asked in disgust, his eyes skimming over the crowd of vampires that were lingering in the corner of the Abattoir.

         Klaus quirked a brow at his brother, merely turning his head to look over at him. "You do realize they can hear you?"

        Elijah smiled tightly, carelessly, "you do realize I don't care?"

       The Mikaelsons turned their heads as Marcel appeared, followed by some of his vampires who dragged along the witch Sabine, tightly holding her in their grasp. Marcel glared at Elijah at his words.

        "You know, Elijah, I liked you better in that box," he turned to Klaus with a smile. "But, Klaus, my sire. I owe you the world and I always show respect to my elders."

        Klaus glared at Marcel.

       "If your special lady friends are missing, you could benefit from the help of a witch. And, since I control all of the witches in this town, I'll grant you one little locator spell." He laced his hand over Sabine's shoulders and pushed her towards the two brothers.

        "Sabine's the best guide in the Quarter. Need to find someone? I guarantee, she's your girl," Marcel spun on his feet.

        "Where are you going?" Klaus asked in suspicion.

        "I hate to cut this short, but the sun's coming up soon," Marcel responded, turning back to look at the pair. "My nightwalkers need to get inside, and I have a city to run. I'll leave you to track down your lost lambs." He paused hesitantly, lifting his head over his shoulder slightly to get a glimpse of the Mikaelsons. "I hope you find, Jordanna."

         Elijah turned to Sabina as the vampire was out of sight. "Can you find them?"

        "I can try," Sabine answered reluctantly, looking down at Elijah.

        "You won't try. You will," Klaus threatened, glaring up at the witch before his lips curved in a malicious smirk. "And if you fail to do so . . . I will simply remove your limbs. Chop chop." 

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        Tyler had placed the girls down onto the front steps of a little, wooden shack. Jordanna's eyes glared holes into Tyler's skull with a clenched jaw.

          She was not happy.

         She was not fucking happy.

        "What is this place?" Hayley questioned, her eyes flashing around her as she and Jordanna took in their surroundings.

        "The armpit of Louisiana," Tyler answered, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a knife.

         Jordanna huffed, a humourless chuckle escaped her lips as she rested her head against a wooden pillar. "What's that for, huh? You gonna cut off my ears and put me out of my misery so I don't have to listen to you talk any longer than I already have?"

        "Shut up, Jordanna," Tyler threatened, pointing the tip of the knife in her direction, Jordanna leaned forward with a dry smile. The tip of the knife lightly grazing against her skin.

        "Come on, do it," she urged, almost tauntingly as she looked up to the Lockwood with a coy smile.

        Tyler took a deep breath before moving the knife away, leaving an amused Jordanna smirking up at him, she moved her head back and rested it against the pillar again.

        "Don't ━ don't you dare hurt her," Hayley gritted out, shaking her head ferociously as she neared Jordanna in a protective manner.

        "That depends on you two," Tyler leaned down and cut the zip-ties off of Hayley's ankles, his eyes hesitantly moved to Jordanna's as he neared her, moving carefully, he cut her ties before her foot flew out ━ the heel of her stiletto hitting him in the gut causing him to double over.

        He sped in front of her, holding the knife to her neck as he glared down at her. "Do it, I dare you," she whispered lowly, lifting her eyes to stare up at him through her lashes.

       Don't do it. There's still a mini-human living inside of her, she kinda' actually had to worry about her safety now.

        Tyler grunted, moving away as Hayley's voice called out in worry. "Hey! You attacked us, remember? You ambushed us, in our own backyard."

        "It's not your backyard! It's Klaus'! You're shacked up in that mansion with that psycho," Tyler spat, clenching his fists. "A long way from the girl I met in the Appalachian's helping other werewolves," he turned to glare at Jordanna. "A long way from the girl I met in kindergarten."

         Jordanna rolled her eyes, "Cry about it. That was, like, thirteen years ago, God. "

        "Tyler! I'm sorry, but a lot has happened since the last time I saw you," Hayley added in hope of getting to him, that he'd sympathise.

         "You mean that she's pregnant?" He asked bitterly, pointing a finger down at Jordanna's abdomen. "A hybrid baby, yeah, I know all about it. I've been roaming around the Bayou, asking questions. Let me tell you've what I learned!"

          "Oh! Please," Jordanna spoke in fake enthusiasm. "Enlighten us, Tyler."

        His hand reached over to Hayley, roughly pulling down the sleeve of her shirt he revealed her crescent birthmark.

        "This crescent birthmark means you come from a big-shot family. Some kind of royalty for the werewolves of this region. And right here-" he paused and gestured to the space surrounding them. "-This is all that's left of them."

        Jordanna watched Hayley as her eyes scanned around them, the werewolf spotted a blonde woman standing nearby, watching them.

        "Seriously?" Jordanna mumbled in annoyance, her eyes narrowed over at the woman who just stood and did nothing.

         "Hey!" Hayley jumped to her feet and called out. "Help us!"

          Her words were desperate but her hope diminished as the woman became startled with the Marshall's calls for help and ran away.

        "They can't help either of you! They're in the woods, hiding, because they were persecuted for decades by vampires," Tyler told them, turning around at the sound of footsteps.

         Another werewolf appeared behind Tyler, his eyes falling down onto Jordanna as she rose her eyebrows at him. "Is that her?"

         Tyler sighed with a nod of his head. "Yeah, Dwayne. Get them inside."

        "Oh, this is just perfect," Jordanna grumbled sarcastically as the werewolf strode towards her and Hayley, grabbing an arm in each hand before he dragged them inside of the shack.

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         Back in the courtyard Elijah and Klaus crowded around a small table as Sabine waved her hand over a map. Klaus' blood trailed along the map from their location to where Jordanna and Hayley were.

          "She's in the back country," Sabine informed them as the blood stopped. "Way up past Houma, deep in the Bayou."

         "I don't suppose you could be more precise?" Elijah shifted as he stared over at the witch.

         "What's the matter, Elijah?" Klaus looked over at his brother with a taunting smirk. "You're worried a bit of splashing about in the bog might ruin your expensive shoes?"

        "As a matter of fact, after my recent confinement, I could use a decent stroll through the countryside," Elijah retorted, hardly sparing a glance over at his brother.

        "There are stories of exiled werewolves, encampments. If the girls went out that far, chances are they went to find them," Sabine explained.

        "Perhaps Hayley dragged Jordanna along with her in hopes to make acquaintance of more like herself." Klaus knew that Jordanna wouldn't go out to the Bayou willingly or without a fight at least ━ unless of course Hayley had asked her to come. Jordanna hated the Bayou but would put up with it if Hayley asked.

          He had remembered how she had told him it smelt of dog and her shoes were ruined within a second of being there.

        And knowing Jordanna, she wouldn't ruin a pair of new shoes for the fun of it.

         "I suppose our company wasn't good enough for her."

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        Klaus and Elijah had now made their way into the Bayou ━ a few miles away from the werewolf encampments.

        "We should head south towards the water," Elijah announced.

        Klaus sent him a look, "you seem quite determined to find Hayley."

        "If I'm moving too fast for you, Niklaus, you're welcome to wait in the car. Do be certain to leave the windows down."

         "Ah, so I've touched a nerve? You've begun to admire this girl," Klaus smirked widely. "Perhaps that's why you've been barking orders since your return, hoping to impress Hayley by assuming the role of family patriarch."

        "If you're going to insist on treating her like-"

         Klaus held his hand up, silencing his brother as he began sniffing the air and look around.

        "Have you found their scent?"

        "No, but I found someone else's," Klaus strode off, Elijah quickly followed after him. A moment later they found an SUV, Klaus swung the door of the car open and began searching through it's contents. "This vehicle reeks of someone I thought I was rid of . . . Tyler Lockwood."

        "And why would your little hybrid-sidekick from Mystic Falls have any interest in Jordanna and Hayley?" Elijah inquired, quirking a brow at his brother.

        "He wants revenge because I almost killed his girl, though she wasn't really his girl, she hated him actually, but he was delusional," Klaus replied with a careless eyeroll as he tossed a load of Tyler's clothes onto the ground.

        Elijah sighed deeply, "why do I suspect this is the least of your offenses?"

        "Back when I had the means to sire hybrids, he was my first, although, I didn't give him much of a choice in the matter," Klaus grinned in an unbothered nature, before he pulled a blanket from Tyler's truck and began sniffing it. "He was loyal in the beginning, but he grew insubordinate, turned my other hybrids against me. I couldn't have that, so I massacred the lot of them, with the help of Jordanna, of course. Tyler ran like a coward before I could finish him off."

         "Anything else that you would like to share?" Elijah sighed again, frustrated with his brother's revelation.

        "Well, there was this business with his mum . . ."

        "You killed his mother," Elijah stared at his brother, his fear for the two women growing. "Wonderful."

        "He needed to be taught a lesson!" Klaus justified, his arms spread wide in defence.

        "And what lesson will you be taught, Niklaus, if he retaliates by harming, Jordanna?" Elijah glared at his brother. "Or Hayley?"

        "Enough. I'll kill Tyler Lockwood myself," Klaus sped off, leaving his brother alone in the outskirts of the Bayou to find Tyler.

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        Jordanna's head fell back into the wall in boredom, the handcuffs that bound the witch's hands were linked to a small fire-stove, which Hayley had also been tied to. Jordanna's eyes scanned around the small space of the shack  ━ trying to find something to unlock herself from the handcuffs with.

        She really needed to sort out that handcuff situation, it was well and truly a pain in the ass.

        Jordanna sighed as Tyler entered the room, Hayley's head rose as she looked up at him.

        "Tyler, there's been a wolf watching me lately, protecting me. Like it instinctively knows that I'm part of it's pack," she paused, pushing her body up straighter against the wall. "You're a hybrid, you can turn whenever you want . . . was it you?

        Jordanna pulled a face.

        If it was Tyler then why would he have kidnapped them?

        Idiot.

        She needed to leave like now . . .

       The humidity was a big no for her hair. She caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror as Dwayne dragged she and Hayley inside and her eyes widened at her appearance, it was not a nice sight. Oh, and the whole thing with her being pregnant. She didn't quite enjoy situations like this as much now because of the recent development in her body.

        That recent development being that there was a literal child inside of her, she was slowly growing to the idea and had abundantly made it clear if anyone were to harm that child she would rip their head off and hang it up in their families house.

        Unfortunately, Tyler had no family so she supposed that sending it to Matty-Blue would have to suffice.

         "No, but you're right  ━ only hybrids can control when they change. And I'm the only one left, besides Klaus. Which is why we're here."

        Jordanna scoffed. "You're just as annoying as you was in Mystic Falls, Tyler, and you still reek of wet dog too. How lovely."

        "Watch your mouth, Jordanna," Tyler threatened looking down at her.

        "If you try and hurt me, my child or Hayley so help me God Tyler, I will make you regret your whole existence," Jordanna warned, staring up at him with a glare.

   "Whatever you think you're doing, you know that the whole Original family has made some sort of pact, or something to keep me, JJ, and the baby safe. So, if you hurt us, they'll kill you," Hayley added.

        "Or I will," the witch shrugged, clicking her tongue. "Either way you die."

        "What makes you think I'm afraid to die?"

        "We'll see," Jordanna hummed before a smirk pulled at her lips. "There's this thing I've always wanted to try out . . . "

         The glares being passed around the room broke as Dwayne walked back into the shack.

        "You ready for this?" Tyler turned to the werewolf with raised eyebrows.

        "Let's do it," Dwayne nodded.

        Tyler began rooting around in a duffle bag he had brought with him and pulled out a large syringe, Jordanna's eyes widened at the sight.

        That's very big.

        Jordanna was not a big fan of the whole . . .  needle thing and Tyler knew that, when they were children he would always tease her about it.

        "Tyler, I swear to fuck, get the Hell away from me," she demanded, fear flushing over her body as she pushed herself further into the wall.

        Dwayne strode over to the witch and held her down, the Jones thrashed about in his grip as Hayley's voice screamed out for them to stop.

         Tyler crouched down in front of her as Hayley called louder, "Tyler, please! No, Tyler!"

         "Tyler, I swear to God, get away from me!"

         Ignoring the witch's cries, Tyler jammed the syringe into her stomach and drew out enough blood to fill the tube, pushing her screams to the back of his head. Removing the syringe from her stomach, he and Dwayne rose to their feet, facing one another before Tyler jammed it into his neck.

          "What the fuck?" Jordanna murmured as she stared at them with wide eyes. Tyler pulled out the half empty syringe and snapped Dwayne's neck.

          The werewolf hit the ground with a thud, Jordanna and Hayley shared a fearful look as the hybrid made his way over to the Marshall.

           "Tyler!" Jordanna's foot flew out, attempting to kick the syringe from his hands, missing as he smoothly dodged her, sending her a pointed look afterwards. "Don't you dare. I swear to God if you do this I will burn your stupid ass alive!"

        Tyler ignored her as he grabbed Hayley by the side of the neck, jabbing the needle into her neck, injecting the rest of the blood into her veins.

        Jordanna's breath got caught in her throat.

       Fuck, fuck, fuck.

        "Tyler, please don't-"

        Hayley's pleads got cut off as the Lockwood snapped her neck.

        "Oh my fucking god," Jordanna's chest rose up and down rapidly as tears ran down her face.

        Oh fuck.

・❥・

        Dried tears sat on Jordanna's face as she stared at Hayley's dead body. Tyler lifted Dwayne's dead body off of the floor and dragged him across the room, Jordanna's eyes burning into Tyler's skull as he did so.

       "Don't get all judge-y." Tyler scoffed. "Dwayne knew what he was getting into, he volunteered-"

        "I couldn't give two shits about the dog," Jordanna snapped. "You really think I care about if he died or not? I don't. Hayley, on the other hand, you didn't have to kill her you psychopathic little bastard!"

        Tyler scoffed, but said and did nothing as he listened to the rattle of Jordanna's handcuffs as she harshly pulled at them. Her raw skin rubbed against the steel at the force of the pull due to how tight the Lockwood had put them on her.

        Her feet pushed against the wall as she pulled, ignoring the sting. Tyler rolled his eyes at the attempt before he reached down to Hayley and grabbed her, failing to hear the small click of Jordanna's handcuffs as he adjusted Hayley's body, moving her back into her sitting position besides Jordanna. The witch's eyes widened as she looked down at the loose cuff on the hand attached to the stove.

        "Dwayne is a werewolf who died with your blood in his system. The same blood you share with your hybrid baby," Tyler spoke up again, moving away from Hayley as he paced. "The same blood that Hayley now has in her system."

        Jordanna looked away from her wrist, turning her body she hid it from his view and glared up at him. "You're turning them into hybrids? They're not fucking lab rats, Tyler! Besides, it's impossible."

         Getting pregnant with a vampire's baby also seemed impossible, idiot . . . yet here we are.

        "I've been running with wolf packs all over the country," Tyler revealed. "One of them was a witch, she had nightmare visions about your baby and how Klaus could use it's blood to make an army of hybrid slaves."

        "It's a baby!" Jordanna screamed out in frustration. "Just a fucking baby, Tyler! I am sick to fucking death of these witches and their fucking premonitions about my child."

        "Maybe. Maybe not. That's where Dwayne and Hayley come in," he crouched down in front of Jordanna. "You see, Dwayne was happy to be the test case, if you haven't noticed. These people don't have much to live for. They'd all welcome the chance to become the superior species. Trouble is, all hybrids are sired to Klaus-"

        Wouldn't it be funny if . . .

        "-They follow his every move," Tyler rose to his feet and grabbed a knife from his bag, he set it down onto the table. "No way I let that happen."

        "Klaus doesn't know Tyler, watch your mouth, making false accusations has consequences,"  Jordanna spat harshly.

        "What do you think? Klaus Mikaelson, killer of men, women and puppies all of a sudden wants to be a daddy? Or, he's got an ulterior motive," Tyler retorted bitterly.

        Jordanna rolled her eyes.

        "Hybrids can walk in the sun," Tyler continued. "Their bite is lethal to vampires, they'll take over New Orleans by the end of the week. And you know what's going to stop Klaus then? Nothing."

        "Go fuck yourself," Jordanna told him bitterly just as Dwayne woke up with a large gasp,  shortly followed by Hayley.

        "You're both going to have to feed on her," Tyler announced, looking between the two in transition.

        "I'd really rather they didn't," Jordanna mumbled with pursed lips.

         Tyler picked up the knife and made his way over to the witch. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and reached out, cutting the side of her neck. Jordanna let out a hiss as the blood trickled down her neck and onto her top.

        It was new.

        And white, for fucks sake.

        "Do it," Tyler commanded.

        "Get the fuck away from me you fucking freak," Jordanna protested as Dwayne made his way over to her and fed on her roughly. Pained groans left her lips before Dwayne pulled away, falling to the floor in agony he gripped his head tightly. Dwayne sped around the room, crashing into objects before Tyler pushed him out of the shack, tending him outside.

        Jordanna clicked her fingers in Hayley's face as the Marshall's hand ran across her neck in a daze.

        "Hey!" She clicked her fingers more, earning the transitioning werewolf's attention. "You've gotta feed from me, okay?"

        "I can't," Hayley shook her head. "I don't wanna hurt you or the baby."

         Jordanna rolled her eyes with a small scoff, trying to calm Hayley's nerves. "Toughen up, you pussy. It won't hurt me. Baby Mikaelson heals me, remember?"

        Hayley nodded faintly, pushing her body as she tried to near the raven-haired witch, struggling to do so from her place.

        "I can't reach you," she shook her head.

        "Shit," Jordanna sighed. "Okay, Okay. See that knife?" The witch nodded over in the direction of the knife that had been carelessly discarded on the floor, nearer to Hayley than herself.

        "Can you get it?"

        The Marshall turned to look at the knife and reached out, unable to get it.

         "I hate my life," Jordanna muttered, looking at the back of Hayley's head as the werewolf looked around for anything else to help them escape before a grin broke out on Jordanna's face. "Lean back."

         "What?"

         "Lean back, fuckface."

         The Marshall did just that, Jordanna leant forward as much as she could, the werewolf's hair in her face as she pulled out a hair grip from Hayley's hair with her teeth before dropping it to the floor.

          "Your hair smells nice," Jordanna murmured as she and Hayley shared a grin. "Do you think you could undo these?" The witch gestured down to the handcuffs on her wrists.

         Hayley grinned as her fingers fumbled as she grabbed the small hair grip between her fingers and listened to the witch's quiet instructions as she attempted to undo the handcuffs.

・❥・

         Tyler returned to the shack, the witch looked up at him with a bored glint in her eyes.

        "It worked, I'm guessing," Jordanna looked over at him, her eyebrows raised.

         "If Klaus gets a hold of you, if he gets that kid?" He gestured to Jordanna's stomach. "He wins."

         "Then help us hide the baby from him!" Hayley exclaimed, sending Jordanna a side glance. "Help us run!"

        Jordanna would like to think herself a genius, I mean, getting out of those stupid handcuffs, sneakily giving Hayley her blood, telling the werewolf, or now, hybrid, to distract Tyler.

         "He'll find her, take the kid away and he'll make more hybrid monsters! Slaves who do everything he says."

        Jordanna chuckled, earning Tyler's attention, "I win."

        "What?"

        "I win," she whispered. "You lose, Ty-Ty," the witch stabbed him in the gut with a stake Hayley had passed her earlier, before the Lockwood had returned to the shack.

        "That was stupid!"

        "Get away from her!" Dwayne demanded as he entered the shack, glaring holes into Tyler's head.

        "What do you care?" Tyler asked in confusion.

        "I said get away!"

        What in the . . . 

       "You got what you wanted, now get lost!" Tyler shoved Dwayne away in annoyance.

        "Dwayne! He's gonna' kill her, he's gonna' kill us, too! He said that hybrids are too dangerous to live!"

         Jordanna shot Hayley a look, before playing along as realisation hit her. "You need to stop him, like, now. He's unstable, really unstable."

        Dwayne took one glance over at Jordanna before he came up behind Tyler and threw him across the room. Tyler landed on the floor with a thud, standing back up on his feet, Dwayne tackled him  ━ the two went flying into the back part of the shack. Hayley took the distraction to snap her binds apart with her new found hybrid strength and Jordanna jumped to her feet with a grin, discarding the handcuffs. 

        Jordanna pushed Hayley out of the shack. "We've got to split up."

        Hayley rolled her eyes as she and Jordanna ran further into the depths of the Bayou. "That's stupid."

        "Obviously. But it's safer."

       Probably not.

        "Go, shoo," Jordanna waved Hayley off in a direction after a series of protests before she ran off.

        The witch ran, like her life depended on it, which it kinda did . . .

         She ran and she ran, God she hated the Bayou . . .  she hated the woods. God the dirt, ew.

        It was not fun.

        Like, the opposite of fun, actually.

        Not fun.

         She'd rather be locked in a coffin for a night than spend a day in the Bayou.

        Oh, and the smell.

         Swamp.

        The witch hid behind a tree, glancing back her face fell into a small frown. What in the fuck?

        Right before her eyes were Klaus and Tyler fighting.

        Her lips pulled up into an amused smirk as Tyler impaled Klaus in the back with a makeshift stake. It's what he deserved for spending so much time with Blondie.

        Jordanna watched as Klaus pulled the stake from his chest and threw it to the ground, glaring at the Lockwood in front of him.

        As quietly as human possible, which wasn't really quiet as the heel of her shoes kept snapping every branch she stepped on, she moved closer to the pair, taking a seat down onto a log nearby as she watched them.

        Jumping at one another, Klaus' fist flew out, hitting Tyler square in his face, in retaliation the Lockwood shot his foot out, kicking the man in the gut.

        Ouch, Jordanna grimaced as she began putting her, now, frizzy hair into a ponytail.

        Lunging at one another again they rolled down a small hill, landing in front of Dwayne's lifeless body.

         Jordanna sighed quietly, pushing her body up and followed them down the small hill. Sneakily, she moved to the front steps of the shack and took a seat unnoticed as they continued to fight. Klaus rose to his feet first, his eyes widening as he caught sight of the witch sitting cross-legged on the steps, the witch gave him a little wiggle of her fingers before gesturing back to Tyler as he too rose to his feet.

        Tyler punched Klaus in the face, earning an ever so lovely choke hold from Klaus. "How dare you!" The Mikaelson spat.

        "I'm just getting started," Tyler retorted, staking Klaus in the side, causing a groan to spill from his lips.

        "You've grown blood thirsty," Klaus smirked. "Perhaps it's best your mother didn't live to see you like this."

        Jordanna snorted at the malicious laugh that fell from Klaus' lips.

        Klaus grabbed Tyler's fist in his hand as the Lockwood teen failed to hit the original, causing him to fall to the ground. Klaus hovered over him before he staked him in the chest with the stake Tyler had impaled him with, dangerously close to his heart. Tyler rose to his feet with a stumble.

        "It's sad, really. I thought I made you better. Turns out you're quite the disappointment."

          Tyler pulled the stake from his chest, throwing it aside, "I guess I'm another one of your failures. Like how you failed at making hybrids. How you failed your family! Now it looks like you're going to fail your own kid!"

        Jordanna rolled her eyes, what a dick.

        "Ignore him," she sang out, causing Tyler's head to turn in surprise at her presence, the witch merely smiled as Klaus took the distraction and grabbed Tyler by the throat, slamming him against a tree.

        "And thus ends your tedious little life. At least it was brief!" Klaus' fist jammed into Tyler's heart, the younger hybrid cried out in pain.

        "Do it! You're never gonna break me! Only thing you can do is kill me, so go on!" Tyler's tone turned desperate, pleading almost. "Go on, get it over with!"

        Klaus rose his eyebrows, a small chuckle fell from his lips, "ahh, so you want me to end your suffering, don't you? Hm? I did break you! Took everything from you, and now you're begging me to sweep away the shards of your shattered little life."

        Klaus stared at the hybrid for a moment, Tyler's eyes shut as he thought Klaus was going to end his miserable life but the original's hand flew out of Tyler's chest, empty as he choked the Lockwood.

        "Death offers you more peace than you deserve. It's better to let you live and each morning, you will wake knowing your wretched existence continues only by my will," the Mikaelson began compelling him, his pupils dilated whilst doing so. "Now go, and live the rest of your days knowing that you are nothing to me."

       Klaus roughly released the hybrid before striding over to Jordanna. The hybrid grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms, sighing in relief as he listened to her heart beating against his body.

        "I liked that, the whole compelling him thing, very sweet, but why aren't we killing him?" Jordanna mumbled against his chest.

        "I assumed you'd want to do the honours."

        Jordanna hummed, a small smile spread across her face, "I'll find him later, I'm too tired."

・❥・

        Jordanna sat on the steps of the shack glancing behind her as Klaus paced as he waited for Elijah and Hayley, occasionally glancing over in her direction. His eyes momentarily flitting down to her stomach. She didn't doubt Klaus' intentions towards the baby, she knew that, even though he might not say it out loud just yet, he did care.

        She hadn't had chance to tell him about the hybrid yet as Klaus was too occupied on checking if she and the baby were okay.

         Klaus made his way down the shack steps, upon seeing Hayley and Elijah's arrival. Jordanna's eyebrows pinched together as Hayley glowered at Klaus.

        What the Hell was her problem?

        "There you are! I see you've found our wondering stray," Klaus mocked as the two approached the couple. "Perhaps you could shed some light on the situation. This-" Klaus kicked Dwayne's dead body. "-Appears to be a hybrid."

         "His name was, Dwayne," Hayley chirped, looking down at the dead body.

        "Well, whoever it was, I didn't sire him," Klaus tilted his head, eyes flitting between Hayley and Jordanna. "Any idea how that's possible?"

        Jordanna's lips parted as she attempted to explain, "Tyler-"

        "As if you didn't know!" Hayley shouted, taking a step forward as she glared at the Mikaelson.

        Jordanna rose to her feet, a look of confusion spread across her face as she watched Elijah hold Hayley back, standing in front of her in a protective manner.

        "Ahh, well, aren't you two fast friends? Oh, come on then," Klaus gestured for Elijah to speak, unamused. "What kind of horrible accusation have you conspired to levy against me."

        Elijah opened his mouth hesitantly. "Tyler Lockwood brought Jordanna here to test a theory." Klaus nodded in gesture for him to continue. "That the blood of her child could-"

        "My child?" Jordanna scoffed. "Our child, Elijah. It's not my child, it's his too, don't forget that."

        Elijah simply ignored her as he continued, "that the blood of her child could be used to sire hybrids. He claims that you knew that," Elijah's eyes closely watched as Jordanna neared Klaus, coming to stand besides him. "Furthermore, that you intended to use this knowledge to build an army."

        "Elijah shut your mouth," Jordanna narrowed her eyes bitterly as she side eyed Klaus, watching as a hurt look fell on his face. "Are you seriously going to believe, Tyler? Are you that fucking stupid?"

        "And of course you assume it's true. I mean, why else would I show interest in my own flesh and blood? A heartbroken little crybaby points his finger at me, and my own brother falls in line, eager to believe it! How quickly you believe the worst, especially when it comes to her!" Klaus spat, thrusting a finger in Hayley's direction.

        Elijah scoffed. "Oh, spare me your indignation. When have you ever demonstrated any kind of concern towards the child, beyond your own selfish pursuits? And what was it you once said to me? Every king needs an heir?"

        "My big brother." Klaus gestured to Elijah with a bitter, dry chuckle. "So, you doubt my intentions? Well, I can't say I'm surprised, standing next to the noble Elijah, how can I be anything but the lesser brother? A liar, a manipulator . . . a bastard." His voice broke slightly at the last word.

       "That's all I am to you, isn't it? And Rebekah. And judging by the way Hayley hangs onto your every word, it's clear she feels the same way!" He paused. "No doubt my child will as well."

         Elijah's face fell, "brother, if I ━ "

        "You've said all that needs to be said, brother," Klaus took a step back from Elijah, holding his arms out. "I'll play the role I've been given."

        Oh, fuck.

        Klaus turned to Jordanna and gave her a look before he spun on his feet, quickly speeding over to Elijah, he bit him in the neck. The oldest original groaned out in pain, dropping to the ground as Hayley cried out, glaring up at Klaus.

         Klaus wiped his hand over his mouth, removing the crimson from his lips. "You two enjoy each other's company. You'll have much to bond over, once the hallucinations and dementia set in. Consider that bite to be my parting gift to you both."

        Jordanna watched as Klaus walked off, Hayley rose to her feet, panic washed over her face, "Jordanna-"

        Though her words were cut short as Jordanna's fist flew across her face.

         "You had no right," the witch whispered, seething. "You had no fucking right, either of you."

        The witch walked off, leaving the pair there, catching up with Klaus she walked besides him in silence.

・❥・

        Jordanna sat down on the couch, a book in hand as Rebekah entered the living room.

        "I thought you were leaving us," Klaus took a sip of his drink as he stared out of the window.

        "We both know this family can barely function without me." The blonde shot Jordanna a small smile as she took a seat besides her before pausing. "Where's Elijah and Hayley?"

        "I left them in the Bayou."

        "Why?" Rebekah frowned, looking up to face her brother in anger.

        Klaus strode over to the two. "Elijah and I had a bit of a row." A bitter laugh left his lips. "Hayley's conspired to turn him against me. You know our brother was never one to resist a pretty face. So, one thing led to another and I bit him, left them both stranded in the swamp."

        Rebekah looked over at Jordanna in question who merely shrugged. "Don't look at me, he deserved it."

        "Daggering, biting, deserting! Does your wickedness ever end?"

        "My wickedness is self-preservation!" Klaus exclaimed. "And I wouldn't have to go to such lengths were I not presented on all sides with ignorance and treachery! Now that Elijah's abandoned me, I'll be needing you in my plot against Marcel."

        Rebekah glared at her brother, eyes flitting between the couple as Jordanna wordlessly sat and read her book.

        "Don't expect to be leaving anytime soon," Klaus added.

        Jordanna rolled her eyes. "Don't tell her what to do. If she wants to leave, let her leave Nik." The witch spoke, not looking up from her book whilst doing so.

        Rebekah sent a grateful glance in Jordanna's direction before she turned back to her brother. "Why should I help you after what you did to Elijah?"

        "You're my family. Besides, who better to spy on Marcel than the girl he so clearly loves?" Klaus sat on the coffee table, staring at his sister with narrowed eyes. "You can tell me all his secrets. Like, how did he find us here, huh? Any idea about that, little sister?"

        Jordanna's eyes lifted from her book as she watched Rebekah gulp. "How should I know why Marcel does what he does?"

        Klaus leaned forward. "You think I don't know about your engineered run-ins all over the Quarter? I know you've had private chats with him. Just tell me what secrets he's confided to you. Is he plotting against me?"

        "My poor brother, so paranoid," the blonde spoke patronizingly. "Marcel knows nothing! He's not plotting against you, he simply thinks you're in a quarrel in need of making up."

        Jordanna's eyes narrowed.

        "Perhaps we will. After all." He pointed at Rebekah. "You know I'm capable of forgiving those who disappoint me. As soon as they've seen their error of their ways . . .  and suffered for them. You'd do well to remember that." After a moment he rose to his feet and walked away.

        "You never let me forget," Rebekah muttered under her breath. Jordanna placed her book down onto the table and placed her hand on Rebekah's briefly before moving to get up, following after the hybrid.

         The witch found him in their bedroom pacing, whirling around to face her as she entered the room.

         "I get it, okay? I get it. You're mad. You're mad at Elijah, you're mad at Hayley. I understand, but do not take it out on Rebekah because she has done nothing but stand by you for a thousand years even after all of the shit you put her through-"

         "I put her through that because I was protecting her!"

         "Shut up!" The witch snapped, she was tired and hungry which only meant one thing ━ she was in a mood. "Don't give me that crap about protecting her, protecting her or not you don't put someone, your sister, through half of the shit you have, okay?"

        The witch sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed as Klaus just stared at her, almost dumbfounded. "Because believe me, Nik, she will turn on you sooner or later, and she will. Because if it was me, and my brother treated me like that, I would've done it a long time ago."

         "All I'm trying to say is be less of a dick, can you do that?" She rolled her eyes as he huffed, such a child. "Oh! And also sort out fucking Cami while you're at it."

         "She's just a friend, Jordanna." Klaus dismissed with a sigh. "Not even that, if anything."

        "I don't give a flying fuck if she is your friend or not, tell her to stop staring at you like she's in love! Cause if it was the other way around, you would've killed them already!" She rose to her feet abruptly, annoyance coating her face.

         "Jordanna ━ what the bloody hell are you talking about?" Klaus asked with a frown, genuine confusion laced his tone, men. "Camille does not think of me like that."

        Jordanna scoffed, raising his eyebrows at his words. "No?"

        "No," Klaus shook his head, his eyebrows pinched together, before a small smile pulled at his lips. "Don't tell me you're jealous."

        Jordanna pulled at her hair and grabbed the nearest thing to her ━ a hairbrush, and lobbed it at Klaus' head. "This isn't fucking funny! I'm being serious, Klaus."

        Klaus rose his hands in surrender and his face softened as he watched her chest rise up and down in frustration, he could practically feel the annoyance seeping off of her as she glared at him.

        "She likes the crap out of you," Jordanna deadpanned. "And, quite frankly, it makes me want to tear out her hair and shove it down your throat. Fix it, or I will."

        "Jordanna-" Klaus paused, taking a step towards her, fighting off a grin at her threat. "I promise you that she does not, and if she does it's one sided."

         Jordanna rolled her eyes. "You're making it sound as if this is all in my head."

         Klaus rose his eyebrows, "is it?"

        Jordanna screeched out in annoyance, pulling her shoe off of her foot in one quick movement and threw it at him, sighing deeply as he dodged it.

        "It's not," she gritted her teeth.

        "So, prove it," Klaus told her as he neared her.

        Jordanna narrowed her eyes at him, like he was stupid. Which he was being. "What?"

        "Prove to me that she has feelings towards me and I shall deal with it."

        Jordanna stared at him in irritation, "Are you serious?"

        Klaus nodded.

        She scoffed, "do you want me to cut your dick off or something? Because you're pissing me off."

        "I'd prefer it if you didn't," Klaus smiled, coming to a halt in front of the witch.

        She kinda' wanted to slap him, for making it sound like it was all in her head . . . but what would that prove? She also couldn't bring herself to do it, she didn't know why but anytime she wanted to she could never do it, and trust me that happened a lot.

         Her jaw tightened as the hybrid, looked down at her, his voice low, "regardless of Camille's assumed feelings, you have nothing to worry about mi amore." My love.

        Jordanna internally groaned, the small whispers in Italian always killed her.

         But, no.

        Fuck off.

        "When you see that I'm right, which I am, as usual," Klaus rolled his eyes at her words. "You better apologise for making it seem like it's all in my head, and when you do I want a shit ton of gifts and Blondie's head served to me on a silver platter."

         Klaus watched as she left their room and hastily made her way into the bathroom, locking the door behind her as she rested her back on the cool wood with a sigh.

        Don't cry.

        Ew.

        Tears ran down her face.

        Stop.

        She wasn't sad per say, more frustrated and overwhelmed with the day's events, besides blame her pregnancy hormones. The past two days had been quite stressful, I mean ━  Agnes trying to kill baby Mikaelson, Tyler kidnapping her, turning Hayley, Elijah and Hayley turning against Klaus, it was all so stressful.

        Her hands reached up and wiped at her face before she took one last look in the mirror and quietly made her way out of the bathroom, silently making her way down the stairs she peered into the living room finding it empty.

        Walking over to the bookshelf she pulled out one of her grimoires, opening it to find a folded map inside. She unfolded it and set it down onto the table, grabbing a few candles she placed them around the map lighting them with a wave of her hand.

・❥・

        Jordanna pulled her jacket closer to her body as she watched Tyler exit the bar that she knew to be the one that Marcel and his nightwalkers hung out in, a frown spread across her face. Why the Hell would Tyler be there?

        She watched as he made his way to his God-awful truck that she had been confined in earlier that day, her gaze focused on the car as she watched it drive off, she followed after it as it sped down the road.

        Her feet planted in the middle of the empty street, the streetlights flickering as she raised her hand and the car flipped, Jordanna made her way over to the car as Tyler pulled his body from the truck. Blood trickled from his head, the wound healing as he groaned, looking up he found Jordanna staring down at him.

Her face held an amused look as he rolled out of the car, stumbling to his feet he gritted his teeth. "What the Hell, Jordanna?"

He sped towards her, clenching his jaw in frustration before her hand flew out in front of him, his hands grasped at his scalp as his head filled with pain, sweat trickled down his face as she rose his blood pressure.

He fell to his knees, withering out in pain, his eyes slammed shut. Jordanna crouched down in front of him, roughly grabbing his hair in her hands she lifted his head, looking into his eyes.

"I told you, Ty-Ty, I win," she whispered, a grin laced on her lips. "You lose."

"Jordanna, don't-"

"Tell Carol I said hi."

Her fist jolted and his heart flew from his chest, Tyler's body fell limp to the floor, Jordanna rose to her feet, pulling her phone from her pocket as she dialled Caroline's number.

Jordanna spun on her feet as she began making her way back, placing her phone against her ear.

Voicemail.

"Hey, Carebear, just wanted to let you know that I killed Tyler . . . yeah, so have a nice night, tell your mom I said hi."

{an}

the cami situation will be sorted properly but that all comes well in time ;)

idk when the next one is gonna be out cos im currently in recovery of a 4 day bender and am literally hanging out my arse so bye oxo

BUT WHILE UR HERE OMG LOOK AT THIS FUCKING MAN

okay im going now,,, see u next chap ;)

         - sexiest mf in the world xo

(edited 13/03/22)