chapter ten

naomi

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       JORDANNA'S EYES SKIMMED up and down the fabric she held between her fingers, it was the early morning, well 11am, and that was early enough for Jordanna when she had taken herself shopping. Leaving a small note on the beside table so Klaus knew of her whereabouts she had made her way around New Orleans, she left at 10 and had been around 5 shops already, 6 full bags in hand ━ filled with clothes, shoes and jewellery for her and Davina, she even threw in a jacket for Josh because she was feeling nice, ( the witch had even managed to get the younger girl those 'herbs' she had wanted. )

       Jordanna put the dress down back on the rack before she made her move ━ eyeing a beautiful pair of Louboutin's. She could cry just looking at them, they were stunning. Her love for shoes never ceased to amaze the people around her ━ Klaus found it astounding how much the witch could go on about shoes, how many pairs she could buy when in reality they'd most likely get ruined whilst she committed a sin, an extremely bloody sin at that.

       Her manicured nails skimmed against the fabric as she gaped down at the shoes, just when a voice sounded out from behind her. "Gorgeous, aren't they?"

       Jordanna turned her head, pushing the tip of her sunglasses down her face to get a better look at who was behind her, coming face to face with a beautiful woman, not much older than herself. "They are," Jordanna hummed dryly, before she turned her gaze back to the shoes. Placing them on the display she grabbed herself a boxed pair and turned back to the woman behind her.

        A sly grin formed on the mystery woman's lips as she pointed at Jordanna, her eyes coming to a form of familiarity at the sight of her face. "I've seen you around before, you're the girl who took the last Versace bag up at Saks."

       Creep.

       Jordanna frowned, raising her eyebrows in question. She had a lot of Versace, she'd have to be more specific.

      "The black one with that beautiful embroidery." A smirk pulled at Jordanna's lips as the words came out of the woman's mouth. It's as though she read my mind. Jordanna twisted her body, moving the heaps of shopping bags on her arm, she revealed the bag the mystery woman was talking about.

       The witch thought she looked kind of familiar, Jordanna had purchased the bag earlier that week ━ she remembered how she practically raced her way to the display, grabbing the last bag before any other fucker could get their dirty fingers on it.

       The woman chuckled softly with a shake of her head, "I'm Naomi."

       "Jordanna." The witch reached her hand out, grasping the woman's as they shook hands, sending a chill up her spine.

    God, she hated meeting new people.

       Naomi's mouth gaped open as she noticed the Cartier bracelet sat on her wrist, which Klaus had gotten her when she first arrived in New Orleans, the woman's fingers skimmed over the bracelet in amazement and slight envy.

       "You have a lot of money for someone so young," Naomi's eyes twinkled as she looked down at Jordanna, a small smirk on her lips.

        Jordanna's own lips curved into a smirk as she leant forward to the woman, as though she was telling her a secret, Naomi entertained it ━ leaning in herself as Jordanna turned and whispered in her ear.

       "Nope, just have a vampire boyfriend."

       Naomi's eyes widened, a calculating look spread across her face as she looked down at the witch.

       "I'm a witch, I know a vampire when I see one, sweetheart," Jordanna grinned with a shrug, tapping her fingers against the shoe box.

       Naomi's face lit up with a large smile, "you know, I don't like witches but you . . ." she pointed her finger at Jordanna. "You're okay."

       Jordanna shrugged, a smug smile on her lips, "what can I say? I'm a likable person."

       "You wouldn't want to go get a drink, would you?" Naomi asked as they made their way over to the till. "I'm parched."

       Jordanna looked over at her with a blank stare as she scanned her card, well, Klaus' card, across the screen, before she grabbed the shopping bag.

       "Why not?"

𝗻𝗮𝗼𝗺𝗶 𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲

➥ 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕

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       Jordanna sighed happily as she placed all of her bags down onto her bed, she figured Davina was sleeping so she'd give her all of her stuff later, but now, she got the joys of trying it all on, again.

       Jordanna, loved the many celebrations New Orleans held, though she much preferred it when she wasn't pregnant, that way she could get absolutely shit-faced.

       There she stood, looking into the mirror with a tilted head as she popped her gum. Hm. She had snuck into Rebekah's old room before returning to her own and grabbed one of the Mikaelson's old dresses. Her hands grasped at the zipper, though she failed to reach the back of the dress.

      'Cause that's not annoying as fuck.

       "Would you like some help, sweetheart?"

       Jordanna looked up in the reflection of the mirror, meeting Klaus' eyes as he leant against the door with a sly grin as he watched her struggle.

       "No," Jordanna continued her attempts. "I can do it myself, thank you."

      No you can't.

       Klaus grinned as he came up behind her, his eyes skimmed over the many bags carelessly thrown on the bed. When she said she had gone shopping she meant, shopping.

      Jesus.

       "Let me help," Klaus spoke softly as she paused, his breath fanning the back of her neck as he pushed her hair over one shoulder, deftly working the zipper before moving onto the buttons.

       "There," he pressed a chaste kiss to her shoulder, taking a step back as he took her in. "You look beautiful."

       "Thanks," Jordanna grinned, running a hand down the lace front of the dress. "Think there's ever been any pregnant Casket girls?"

       Klaus let out a soft chuckle as his thumb rubbed over the small 'm.j' tattoo on Jordanna's shoulder. "None that would've looked as gorgeous as you." He smirked, earning a smile from the witch. "Why? Do you want to attend the festivities tonight?"

       Jordanna let out a small shrug, leaning her body weight onto Klaus' as she looked up at him in the mirror. "It's something to do, I guess."

       "Well, if you do wish to attend, let me know and I shall join you."

       Jordanna feigned a shocked look. "Wow! The Klaus Mikaelson going to a festival with his knocked up girlfriend, never thought I'd see the day."

       "Only because I love you," he mumbled against her ear, grasping her waist, eliciting in a content sigh as his lips ran from her ear down to her neck.

       "That the only reason?" she breathed out as his hands ran down the dress before he grasped her hips.

       Klaus made a hum against her neck as he peppered chaste kisses along her skin. Jordanna let out a dramatic sigh, her eyes fluttering shut. "All knocked up, pretty and no where to go."

       "I know somewhere we can go," Klaus murmured against her, looking up into the reflection of the mirror her eyebrows raised as his gaze trailed over to the bed.

       Jordanna's lips curved into a small smirk as she pushed her body away from his, whirling around she faced him, hand going to his jaw, her thumb caressed the skin before she leaned forward. Her lips met his, sending flutters down her body. Klaus' hands pulled her closer by her hips. Jordanna parted her lips, his tongue slipped into her mouth in a deep kiss before she abruptly pulled away, a large grin on her lips as she spun back around ━ fixing her lip gloss.

        "Do you mind?" She gestured to her back, a smirk on her lips as the hybrid grumbled under his breath, he nodded silently. His fingers grasped the small zipper between his fingers, her eyes watched him as he slowly dragged the zip down, concentration etched onto his face, fingers grazing her skin lightly sending a course of chills through her body.

       "Thanks," she breathed out, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

        Klaus cleared his throat before backing away. "No problem, sweetheart. I'll leave you to it."

       Jordanna narrowed her eyes as she watched him awkwardly walk away, a snort fell from her nose as her eyes fell down to the tightened area in his pants before he made his exit ━ presumably, going to fix his little problem.

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       Jordanna was making her way over to Hayley and Rebekah when she noticed a distressed Marcel pacing up and down the walkway of the Compound.

       She rose a brow at him before making her way over. Leaning against the banister, she watched him ferociously mutter to himself.

        "Guess who I saw today," Jordanna spoke up, startling him.

       "Davina?"

       Jordanna frowned with a shake of her head. "Uh, no. Your old friend Naomi."

       Marcel's mouth gaped open, a large smile grew on his lips, "Naomi's back? Damn girl, gotta take me shopping with you next time."

       Jordanna rose an inquisitive brow at his extremely joyed expression. "Me and Nai go way back, I turned her," Marcel explained.

       "I know," Jordanna spoke bluntly, an amused expression latched onto her face as he looked shocked. "She told me."

       "She told you?"

       "That's what I just said, yeah," Jordanna frowned as the vampire huffed, a frown on his face.

       When the two women had gone for drinks Jordanna had learnt a lot about the mysterious vampire, turns out it's easier to confide in someone you don't know.

       For instance; Naomi grew up in the Philippines until she was 15, then her family packed up and moved to New Orleans.

        She had met Marcel on her 20th birthday in a little bar ━ the two having been friends ever since. He told her everything, from the supernatural world to his childhood to the Mikaelson's  ━ the Gerard vampire had somehow managed to keep Naomi away from the original family, up until this very day.

       1913 was a shitty year for Naomi. Coming up to her twenty third birthday, she died.

       Naomi's father wasn't exactly, nice, to say the least. He was cruel, and torturous, and treated her horribly all because she was 'different' and by different she was lesbian and her father simply didn't like it.

        He hated seeing his daughter around girls, any girls, after growing tired of it he tried to force a marriage on her ━ to which, naturally, she refused. Ending in her father, being the great lump of ass that he was, ( may he not rest in peace ) ordering her death ━ along with the woman she was seeing at the time.

        He had them strung up in her room, not wanting anyone other than himself, the Tate family or the executioner to know. Sadly, for him, she was not the only one who died that night.

       Naomi Tate had spent her day with the one and only Marcel Gerard, the two found a little stream and stayed there for hours on end ━ the Tate girl being a tiny bit tipsy, having needing the alcohol after a lecture from her father about her sexuality, fell as she jumped from rock to rock along the stream.

       An, oh, shit, tumbled from Naomi's lips as she laughed, Marcel rolled his eyes before he dragged her out from the stream she fell in and gave her some of his blood, healing up the big cut going up along her leg ━ ending in vampire blood being in her system.

       When she had woken, after a lot of struggling ( and tears ), she had escaped the binds around her neck, quickly helping down her very dead girlfriend.

       After all the tears she had in her body dried out, she moved the girl from her chest, where she held her closely, and onto the bed, brushing her long blonde hair from her face before she made her way down the stairs, knowing what she had to do.

       And she did exactly that. That night very night three members of the Tate family perished, her father, mother and herself. That night Naomi lost that sweet, innocent version of herself ━ the version that was too scared to stand up to her father. 

        Her younger brother was mildly confused as his sister, who he was told he wasn't going to see again, barged into his bedroom, covered in red liquid. The seven year old guessed it was paint, seeing as Naomi was quite the artist, but it wasn't, it was the blood of their parents. He was even more confused as his sister dragged him all the way down to the head maid's wing, Dorota. Crouching down in front of her brother she took his face in her hands, telling him it wouldn't be the last he saw of her before she knocked on Dorota's door and sped off.

        Though that was the last time Naomi ever saw her brother.

        "That is hideous," Jordanna voiced out as she made her way over to Rebekah and Hayley, the latter held up a dress to her body as they rummaged through a chest, looking for dresses for the festival.

       Hayley frowned, looking down at the dress in her hands before she threw it back in the chest with a huff. The blonde snorted rather loudly as she continued to look through the wooden box. She and Jordanna had some-what sorted out their issues after the whole Klaus situation, after many, many threats spilling from the witch's mouth they went back to their nights of laying in bed and talking nastily about those around them.

        Hayley, on the other hand, was finding it harder to get back on Jordanna's good side. When concerning the child Jordanna seemed to not take it lightly, she took the bracelet ━ which gave Hayley a smidge of hope, which was soon diminished after Jordanna had thrown an apple in the hybrid's direction when she tried to speak to her the previous night. Luckily enough for her, Jordanna was in a good mood the next day so the next approach was baby steps.

       "Davina's missing, huh?" Hayley inquired with curiosity as she pulled out another dress, hesitantly holding it up to her body she looked over at the witch in question ━ Jordanna sighed in displeasure, shaking her head in answer.

       "Yeah," Jordanna huffed, leaning against the banister as she looked over to where Marcel and Klaus stood talking. "Not surprised to be honest, it's better than being controlled by dumb and dumber over there."

       "Walked right out of the front door, apparently. Know anything about it?" Rebekah added in reply, looking at Hayley with a raised brow.

       "No, although I did tell her that the witch Elders were dead," Hayley responded dryly, passing Jordanna dress whilst doing so. The witch stared at her in disbelief as she took the dress in her hands.

       "Great," Jordanna drawled sarcastically. "Thanks, Hayley."

       "Well, why would she care? The witches tried to kill her in their ritual." Rebekah quizzed, a look of confusion spread across her features as she looked towards the two for answers.

        "I think it was more that Marcel didn't tell her that the one thing preventing her from being free had been eliminated," Hayley gave a small shrug.

       "So, you're the reason she's run off?" Rebekah accused.

       As much as Jordanna was annoyed with Hayley she couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of relief that Davina was going to get to live her life ━ though she had only known her for a little while, the Claire girl had managed to worm her way into Jordanna's heart. Disgusting, I know.

       "Hey! I was just telling her the truth. She's the one who realized they were just using her to keep their control over the witches," Hayley defended.

        "Yeah, well, I've never been a fan of the boys club. Just wait, Elijah will join them and the three of them will be impossible," Rebekah huffed in annoyance, throwing the dress she had picked back into the chest before she folded her arms over her chest.

       The two women followed Rebekah's gaze over to Marcel and Klaus, who still stood on the balcony, talking in hushed whispers. "Used by the witches, lied to by Marcel, manipulated by Elijah, threatened by Klaus. Just like a modern day Casket Girl," Rebekah mumbled, a sad gleam flashed across her face causing Jordanna to place a light hand on her shoulder, a small smile pulled at her lips as the blonde turned to her ━ she figured she was talking about herself, rather than Davina.

       "Are you talking about Davina, or yourself?" Hayley questioned, voicing Jordanna's thoughts as she turned her gaze back onto the Mikaelson earning a scowl of annoyance from the blonde.

       "Does it matter? Either way, us girls have got to stick together," Rebekah retorted.

       "Amen," Jordanna muttered under her breath, sharing a look with the two.

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        Jordanna and Rebekah walked down the streets of New Orleans, the witch having convinced the blonde to help her find Davina ━ after being with the younger witch for hours on end, Jordanna had felt the surge of energy gathering around her ━ it was a shit ton of magic for one girl.

       She'd know.

       If Davina was going to leave she needed to help her, help her control the magic, she didn't need to be killing people on accident if they pissed her off.

       Again, Jordanna would know.

       "I heard you and Marcel talking," Rebekah brought up casually as she and Jordanna pushed through the heaps of people in the streets. "Just out of mild curiosity, who's Naomi?"

       A small smirk pulled at Jordanna's lips, turning she sent the blonde a knowing look to which Rebekah held her hands up mockingly. "Like I said, out of curiosity."

       "I'm sure," Jordanna drawled sarcastically. "She's this super hot girl that Marcel knew back in, like, nineteen-thirteen, they've been friends ever since."

       Rebekah visibly gulped. "Friends?"

       "Hm. They're real close," Jordanna's smirk slipped into a grin as annoyance clouded over Rebekah's face. "Chill, she doesn't swing that way. She'd be more interested in you than Marcel."

       Rebekah let out a sigh. "whatever. What's this Naomi doing in town?"

       Jordanna shrugged lightly, barging between a couple she earnt curses thrown at her. She merely smiled in delight. "To see Marcel, I guess. I'm not sure, she didn't say."

       "Doesn't that seem a little weird to you?"

       Jordanna rolled her eyes. "Well, at first, yeah. But now? No. I'd know if she was lying, I'm good at reading people, you see. Plus, my witchy-radar, or whatever, is, like-"

       Rebekah's arm flew out in front of the witch, causing her to come to a halt, the blonde nodded her head in direction, the raven-haired girl's eyes following her gaze, landing on Davina and Josh.

       Jordanna went to walk ahead before Rebekah grabbed a-hold of her arm. "No, wait."

       "What?" Jordanna frowned, looking from Rebekah back to Davina. "I just wanna make sure she's okay."

       "Hush now," the blonde interrupted. "I'm trying to listen."

       Jordanna huffed, rolling her eyes as the Mikaelson brushed her hair behind her ear, eyes fixated on the two in-front of them.

       Jordanna pursed her lips, looking around boredly as Rebekah continued to do her thing.

       Suddenly the witch felt a tug on her arm before she and Rebekah sped off. Standing with a stumble, Jordanna steadied herself on Rebekah's arms.

       "That was very sweet," Rebekah's voice sounded out, sickly sweet. Josh jumped, the two startling him, the boy held a hand to his heart in shock.

       "Jesus, christ," he muttered under his breath, eyes falling onto Jordanna's. "Jordanna . . . hey."

       "Hi Josh," Jordanna grinned widely, amusement evident.

       "Not telling Davina that if she kills Klaus, you die too, very noble."

       Jordanna's eyes widened, Davina was going to kill Klaus?

       For Christ's sake.

       She let out a loud sigh, noticeably annoyed. "Is she stupid? He'll go psycho-dog mode on her if she tries anything."

       Josh stuttered in reply, "I- Uh . . . "

       "Problem is, if she goes after my brother, she'll be the one who ends up dead," Rebekah sent the boy a look.

       "Besides, as much as I adore that girl, I can't let her kill Nik," Jordanna shrugged, reaching into her purse and pulling out a lollipop.

       She'd stand on her neck with the heel of her stiletto, to put it mildly, and they were Dior . . . a noble sacrifice. 

      Jordanna liked Davina, sure. But she sure as Hell liked Klaus a whole lot more . . . most of the time.

       Rebekah nodded. "A very unnecessary end to an already tragic story. Perhaps you'd like to help us help her."

       "To be honest Josh, you don't really have much of a choice," Jordanna shrugged, popping the lollipop into her mouth.

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        Davina strolled into the Compound, a look of resentment flashed across her face as she spotted the three men who stood talking amongst themselves.

       "Davina?" Tim asked, voice shaking as he looked down at the young witch from his place on the rafters, above them.

       Davina gulped, looking at him before anger crossed her face, her glare set on Klaus, Elijah and Marcel. "You got me here. Now let him down."

       Klaus smiled falsely in her direction. "Well, first, we have to have a little chat about you returning to the fold."

       Marcel sighed, placing a hand on Klaus' chest, pushing him back slightly. "What did I say, Klaus? I got this." Marcel lowered his voice, sending his sire a pointed look. The Mikaelson raised his hands mockingly, backing away before the Gerard turned his attention back to the Claire witch. "D, what happened? Why'd you run? Talk to me. Hey, I can make it right."

       Davina scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. "How? By threatening my friend?"

       Klaus took a step forward, a small grin rested on his lips, "actually, this was my idea. Apologies. I've been known to go too far to make a point, but I do always get a result.

       A scowl fell upon Davina's face as she stared at the hybrid in anger. "You pretend to be so confident, but I know the truth. You're afraid everyone can see what you really are ━ an animal. A beast. Why don't you show us your real face?" Davina hissed, thrusting her hand out in Klaus' direction making him double over in pain, tormented screams slipped from his lips as his bones began to break, his eyes flashed gold as his hybrid face came to show.

       "That's enough of you." The witch twisted her hand, snapping his neck before his body fell limply to the floor.

       "Davina, you don't have to do this." Elijah spoke up, looking down at his brother in worry before he met the witch's eye.

       "You-! You looked me in the eyes and lied to my face, pretended you wanted to help me." Davina snapped,  eyes narrowing at the original as she angrily thrusted a finger in his direction.

       "Listen to me-" Elijah spoke softly, a pleading expression spread across his face as he tried to calm her before he was cut off by a furious Davina, who took another step toward him.

       "You call yourself the noble one, but you're a killer, just like your brother. For 1000 years you've fed on innocent blood. Why don't you choke on it?" The witch thrusted her hand out once again, forcing Elijah to start choking on blood before dropping to the ground besides his brother, slipping unconscious.

       "And you!" Davina turned to Marcel. "I trusted you. I loved you, but you were just using me to stay in power. You don't care about me."

       "You're wrong," Marcel retorted, a pained expression on his face at her words.

       "The only person who seems to give a damn about me is JJ! When you lost to Klaus, you handed me over like some trophy. Maybe I should boil you in bronze," Davina threatened, holding her hand out to Marcel who stilled, looking at her pleadingly.

       "I care. I took you in like you were my own blood." The Gerard told her pleadingly. Davina's expression faltered subtly before Marcel grunted, the young witch's eyes widened as the end of a metal pipe tore through his body, poking out from the other side.

       Jordanna grinned as Marcel dropped to his knees. "Night-night, Baldy." She whispered teasingly before letting go of the bar, Marcel dropped limply to the ground before he fell unconscious.

       Davina gasped in shock, her eyes flitted up to meet Jordanna's, who stood besides Rebekah. The blonde rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath about the Jones' dramatics.

       Jordanna pushed her hair from her face before spinning on her feet, eyes on Klaus and Elijah. She strolled towards the hybrid, gently nudging him with the tip of her foot before turning to the young girl as she crouched down in front of Klaus. "Well done," she huffed, a smile on her face as her hand brushed across his cheek. "Do you know how many times I've just wanted to-" Jordanna made a strangle gesture with her hands as she rose to her feet, smile widening playfully.

       Rebekah rolled her eyes, a small smile pulled at her lips as she stepped over Marcel's body. "Come on now, love. Don't tell me you were falling for that. Isn't it time for us girls to have a chat?" Rebekah smirked looking down at the bodies on the floor before she turned back to Davina.

       Davina looked at Jordanna, hesitance spread across her face as the Mikaelson neared her, the witch sent her a small nod. Davina turned back to the blonde, raising her eyebrows in question.

       "Now, that is impressive and well deserved, in my opinion. Now, before you turn on me, I have a surprise for you."

       At the Mikaelson's words, Davina's eyes fell upon the entrance of the compound, finding Josh enter ━ his eyes scanned the compound fearfully. "Josh? What are you doing? Get out of here!" Davina quickly stuttered out, panic rushing through her.

       Rebekah sped over to the young vampire, tightly wrapping her hands around his neck.

       Jordanna rose her brows, climbing over Marcel's body as she came to a stand besides Davina. "Uh ━ I don't remember this part of the plan."

       "What are you doing?" Josh breathed out, struggling to breathe against the Mikaelson's hold.

       "Now, if I were Klaus, I would rip Josh's head from his neck, feed it to a nightwalker, and that would be the end of your friend." Rebekah spoke bluntly, a dry smile tugged at her lips. "But hurting people is such a boyish thing to do, like how Klaus compelled your fiddler on the roof, and while I am many things, I'm certainly not my brother."

       The blonde released Josh before she made her way over towards Tim, she smiled up at him. "It's okay, Timothy. You can come down, no one is gonna' hurt you."

        "He told me I couldn't climb off this beam," Tim replied, voice shaky.

       "Jump, duh." Jordanna rolled her eyes, earning an elbow to the ribs from the young witch besides her, the Jones squinted her eyes at the girl before she placed a hand on her stomach. "Bex will catch you."

       Doing as told, Tim jumped down from the beam and into Rebekah's arms. The second he was placed down on the ground he ran straight towards Davina, a confused expression painted across his face. "Davina, how did you do all that? How did I even get here?"

       "I'll explain everything, I promise." Davina spoke quietly, a small smile on her face before she turned to Rebekah, cautiously. "Why are you doing this?"

       "Seems to me that you're the one holding all the cards, but you don't know who to trust. I've just proven that you can trust me. Now, I'd like to show you one more thing. Won't take long. You can bring your friends," Rebekah stated.

       Davina looked at Jordanna in answer, the witch shrugged before she wrapped an arm around Davina's shoulder, following after Rebekah as she strolled out of the compound.

・❥・

       Davina's eyes widened as she scanned the Garden, she followed behind Rebekah down the steps as she and Josh held lanterns tightly in their grip.

       Jordanna grimaced, her eyes flitted around the space, catching the gaze of the many buried vampires surrounding them ━ their heads above ground, some beneath layers of bricks.

       "What the fuck is this, Bex? Some weird sex dungeon?"

       Rebekah shot her a deadpanned look before she shook her head, just as Josh spoke, eyes on Tim, who looked around fearfully. "Oh, don't worry. They're not really dead, just really hungry . . . and I'm not helping."

       "You think my brother, Nik, is awful? Marcel learned from the best." Rebekah stated, gesturing towards the bodies around her as she placed the lantern on the floor ━ Josh doing the same. "This is how he treats his so-called friends who betray him. Most of what these poor souls did is no worse than what Josh did. Take Thierry, for example." The blonde gestured to the vampire, who was held down by mountains of bricks. "He was Marcel's most trusted friend. Klaus tricked him into breaking one of Marcel's rules-"

       Jordanna rose a hand sheepishly and awkwardly cleared her throat. "Actually, that wasn't just Klaus . . . I do have a teeny tiny part to blame in that." She looked towards the vampire, whose eyes were now on her. "Sorry, continue, Bekah."

       Rebekah shook her head in dismay. "Marcel knows this, well about Klaus, not Jordanna, I assume, and yet he keeps Thierry locked in here, day after day, suffering."

        Tim shook his head frantically. "This is insane."

        Jordanna tutted under her breath and gave him a bizarre look. "No, no. This," she gestured around them. "Is literally nothing. Once, I blew up a priest, totally an accident but there was sooo much blood, honestly, I outdid myself-" 

       Davina gave Jordanna a look before her eyes found Rebekah's once again. "Why are you telling me this?"

       "Because you need to know who you're dealing with, who you can trust," Rebekah responded, a soft smile on her face as she looked towards the girl.

       Davina looked around fearfully, looking up at Jordanna who was still stood besides her, the witch gave her a slight squeeze on the shoulder as Tim approached, "hey, hey, it's gonna be okay. I mean, you're gonna be alright."

       Tim took another sip from his water as Davina nodded, tears filling her eyes.

       "Davina, both you and I have been lied to and taken advantage of by Marcel and Klaus. Maybe together, we can get a little payback," Rebekah told Davina, Jordanna's brows shot up.

       "This is a little awkward," Jordanna cleared her throat roughly and pursed her lips. "I don't care what either of you do as long as it doesn't end in either of them assholes dying. How else am I supposed to by new shoes if Klaus can't compel me some more money? Use my own money?" Jordanna sent the blonde a weirded look. As much as she loved Klaus and had a growing friendship with Marcel, she couldn't say they didn't deserve it, because they did ━ but if it ended in someone trying to kill Klaus then that was a different story.

       Friendship was out the window at that point . . . As well as Davina and Rebekah's bodies.

       Rebekah nodded lightly as the witch looked down at Davina with a scowl. "Dave?"

        "Whatever, no killing Klaus, got it," Davina rolled her eyes.

       Suddenly, Tim began coughing harshly, falling to his knees, he drew the attention of everyone in the room. "Hey, kid? You good?" Jordanna frowned, moving away from Davina, crouching down in front of the boy.

       "Tim?" Davina asked, voice full of panic as she joined Jordanna besides Tim.

       "It was Klaus, he made me do it. I didn't even know what I was doing until I-"

       "Until you what?" Rebekah asked hurriedly as she and Josh shared a look, glancing down at the boy.

       "Drank," Tim spoke before he began coughing harsher.

       "For fuck's sake, Klaus," Jordanna snapped, catching the boy's head as he fell onto his back.

       "Klaus poisoned the water," Rebekah sighed, realisation coming to her.

       "Tim?" Davina had tears running down her face as she watched Jordanna gently take his head, placing it in her lap.

       "Davina?" Josh asked as he joined her and Jordanna on the floor, tears streaming down the Claire witch's face.

       "Davina," Jordanna spoke, voice stern, earning the girl's attention. "Give me your hand."

       "What?"

       "Hand, Davina," Jordanna spoke clearly. "Now."

        The young girl reached her shaky hand out to the Jones witch, Jordanna placed her hand on Tim's chest and shut her eyes and began chanting.

       "What- What about vampire blood?" Josh stuttered out as Davina soon joined Jordanna in her chants, Rebekah hurriedly dialled her brother.

       Jordanna sighed in irritation. "It won't work."

       "How do you know?"

       She pursed her lips, she had a spell to be doing, not chit-chatting. "Because I'm pretty sure I've used this poison before, Josh. So if you could shut the Hell up and save the questions for later, that'd be great." Jordanna could feel the magic flowing around Tim's body, the energy flowed through her finger tips and up her body ━ confirming the young woman of what she needed to do.

       The vampire backed away, letting Jordanna and Davina chant. The wind picked up around them causing the dirt from the ground to fly about, he squinted his eyes as he watched Rebekah talk on the phone, snapping every once in a while.

       The younger witch let go of Jordanna's hand, more tears falling down her face as nothing began working. "Tim? Tim? Tim, Tim, wake up." Davina rushed out, holding his face in her hands as Jordanna felt Davina's magic drop, taking a deep breath she carried on ━ this was way too much magic for her to perform alone, normally, she'd have a better chance but the baby was taking a lot of magic from her body, so it was harder.

       But nonetheless, she carried on.

        "Tim, please wake up. Open your eyes. No, no. Please wake up, please don't leave me alone!" More tears spilled down the witch's face as she became hysterical.

        Blood ran from Jordanna's nose, trailing down her mouth as she spoke louder, her voice grew clearer with every word she spoke. The Latin slipped from her tongue smoothly. The wind picked up, dirt flew around the room at a quicker pace as fallen leaves joined them, Josh stood watching in the back as Jordanna's head snapped back hastily, the blood smeared across her teeth as she chanted, the glass from the lanterns smashed whilst the flames on the candles grew taller.

       Tim gasped, suddenly shooting up, panic on his face as he looked around, Davina threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.

       Jordanna sighed, heart racing as she brought her hand up to her face, wiping the blood from her nose. Rebekah shoved her phone into her back pocket before she ran over to Jordanna, holding her face in her hands. "Are you okay?"

       Jordanna nodded grimly, chest heaving up and down. "I'm fine."

       Jordanna rested her body weight against Rebekah as Josh gave her a small nod of appreciation resulting in a small smile. She watched as Davina rose to her feet, whispering something to Josh, looking down at Tim, the vampire nodded hesitantly as he made his way over to the boy ━ compelling him as Davina walked over to Jordanna, wrapping her arms around her tightly.

       "Thank you," the girl whispered shakily in her ear, Jordanna hesitantly wrapped her arms around her, letting the young witch cry against her shoulder.

        God, what a day.

・❥・

        Rebekah carried a sleeping Davina back into the courtyard, Jordanna trudged along besides them, not sparing Klaus a glance as Marcel ran towards the three.

       "Is she okay?" Marcel rushed out, looking down at the witch in worry.

       Jordanna scoffed. "Is she okay? No, she's not fucking okay. She's upset and tired." The witch looked over at Rebekah. "Come on, I'll show you her room."

       "No, I got her," Marcel held his arms out, Rebekah gave him a look. "I got her."

       Marcel took Davina in his arms, Rebekah glared at her brother, placing a hand on Jordanna's shoulder before she walked away.

       "Jordanna-" Klaus spoke up as he watched her follow Marcel up to Davina's room.

       She paused on the stair case, merely tilting her head to look at him over her shoulder, "not now, Klaus. I'll deal with you later."

       Making her way into Davina's room, she watched as Marcel placed her down onto the bed. "What happened to, uh-"

       "Tim's fine," Jordanna responded, taking a seat on the edge of Davina's bed, looking up at Marcel. "Josh compelled him, he doesn't know anything, he's gonna leave town ━ going to a music school, I think."

       Marcel nodded lightly as Elijah walked into the room. "She'll never trust me again," he lowered his head, pain held on his face.

       "She has every right not to," Jordanna spoke up, raising her eyebrows at him. "You lied to her, Marcel. Trust doesn't come easy and she trusted you, stupidly, it seems."

        "Perhaps," Elijah nodded, looking over at the young girl as Jordanna brushed her hair from her face. "You must never surrender the fight to reclaim that trust."

       Marcel said nothing as Elijah made his way over to Davina's artwork, picking up one of the sheets of paper, he held it between his fingers and looked down at it, an inquisitive look on his face. "These drawings, what are they?"

       "Fucking horses, what does it look like Elijah? They're scribbles."

       "She drew those the whole time she was in the attic," Marcel explained, ignoring Jordanna's comment. "Said they're different than what she draws when she sense magic. These ones." He gestured towards the drawings that caught the Mikaelson's eyes. "She called them evil."

       After a little while Elijah had made his leave, leaving Marcel and Jordanna. The Gerard tapped the witch on the shoulder, nodding towards the door. "We should let her rest."

       Jordanna nodded, and rose from the bed, following the vampire out, turning back she watched as Davina opened her eyes, the witch sent her a small wink before she closed the door.

    "Marcel," Jordanna said, causing him to come to a halt, the Gerard turned back to her with raised eyebrows. "Her drawings . . . They're not just drawings, they never are. Witches don't see or feel anything for no reason, there's always a reason. Before Klaus came to Mystic Falls I kept getting these . . . signs and I never thought anything of it, don't brush this aside, it could be something bad."

・❥・

       Jordanna made her way across the compound to hers and Klaus' bedroom, finding the original sat on the bed, waiting for her.

       She took a deep breath before shutting the door, reaching down she took her heels off. Looking down at them in contemplation she pursed her lips before throwing one in Klaus' direction ━ hitting him in the chest.

       "I deserve that," Klaus sighed.

       "No shit! You almost killed a kid today, Nik!" Jordanna dropped the other shoe to the ground, glaring at the Mikaelson in front of her. "And for what? Your paranoia? You can't seriously believe that this was right in anyway possible? Going after the boy Davina loves because she threatened you? She wouldn't be a fucking threat if you and Marcel hadn't lied to her and tried to use her for your own gain! Actions have consequences, remember that."

{an}

might make jj suck nikkys ding dong next chapter xox

depends how i feel xxx

anyway naomi will become jj's person ;) and  cami's gf so camillle keeps her grimy hands away from klausey xox

NOt edited cos im lazy 

(edited 04/04/22)