chapter eleven

good luck?

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       "THE ITALIANS CALL them Strega, the Yoruba of West Africa call them Aje, meaning mother. Where my mother was from, they call them Hexa, and here we call them witch. Over the centuries, vampires have fought besides them, bedded them and burned them. Their ancestral magic anchors this city, there's never been one all-powerful witch . . . until Davina."

        Klaus moved from his place, having been leant against the doorway as he listened to his brother speak, before he strolled into the room, coming to a stand besides Jordanna, who merely spared him a small glance before her eyes fell back onto the elder brothers figure, "who is now tucked in safe and sound down the hall under my protection."

        "Under your protection my ass," Jordanna scoffed, rolling her eyes as she looked up at The Original breifly before her eyes followed Klaus' gaze to Davina's drawings of Celeste, Elijah's ex lover. "She's pretty, Elijah."

        "And a portent of evil according to our volatile artist in residence," Klaus added, looking up at his brother with a small smirk pulling at his lips. "Just like you, Jordanna."

        "Yes, perhaps she's mistaken what she calls evil for power, Celeste was certainly powerful in her day, but she's been dead for over 200 years. I don't understand. Why all of these sketches now?"

        "Why does any witch do anything?" Klaus rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest.

        Jordanna squinted her eyes, looking up at him with a blank expression as she spoke bluntly, a hint of annoyance laced in her tone, "because we can."

        "Go away!" The four heard Davina scream from her room, their heads all tilted up to the ceiling, an irritated shriek slipped past Davina's lips, echoing across the compound, shortly followed by the sound of breaking glass.

        Jordanna snorted quietly, looking over at Hayley whose eyes had widened at the sound. "She's a darling, isn't she?"

       "Well, that's going well," Klaus smirked as he took a seat on one of the arm chairs, reaching forward he poured himself a drink.

        "If you're trying to win the girl's trust, perhaps poisoning her one true love was not the most splendid idea," Elijah smiled tightly in his brother's direction. The mention of Davina's young friend brought a frown to Jordanna's face, she wondered how he was doing, if he was okay at the music school Josh had compelled him into going to.

        "Oh, are there anymore inopportune deaths you'd like to wave in my face?" Klaus asked his brother.

        "Give me a month, I'll get you a list," Elijah looked over at his younger brother, a sarcastic smile painted on his lips.

        "That'll be a long ass list," Jordanna mumbled under her breath, eliciting a chuckle to spill from Hayley's lips.

        Klaus rolled his eyes as another crash sounded from upstairs, the hybrid sighed dramatically as he rose to his feet, turning, he made his way to the door, "young, old, dead or alive, witches are a pain in the arse."

        Jordanna narrowed her eyes at his retreating figure, waving her hand a vase from one of the shelves smashed besides his feet, the hybrid turned to her with a sheepish smile, "besides you, my love."

        "Hm," Jordanna nodded sarcastically. She was still mad. "Whatever." She spoke before she spun on her heels and followed after the original as he sauntered out of the room and down the hallways of the compound, the two found their way to Davina's room.

        "What's all this racket?" Klaus snapped as he walked into the room, eyes on Davina. Stopping dead in his tracks, he watched her throw up dirt with a grimace. "Bloody Hell."

        Jordanna's front hit Klaus' back as he paused, the witch huffed, grumbling under her breath before she pushed passed Klaus, immediately making her way to the young witch as the sound of Davina's scattered chokes escaped her mouth whilst she threw up. Jordanna grabbed a handful of Davina's hair and peered down to look at the bedsheets, her face turned grim. "Oh, dirt . . . how lovely."

        Suddenly the house began to violently shake, again, causing Jordanna to fall from her place on the edge of the bed ━ landing on her ass just as Marcel and Klaus rushed out of the room. Objects from the shelves hit the floor with a shatter, the desk moving across the floor in pattern of the shaking.

        "Jesus," Jordanna muttered, climbing back into the bed with a sigh. Her eyes shut in annoyance as she rested her head against the headboard. Her hand shot out in front of her instinctively, her eyes peeled open as one of the lights from the chandelier above them fell. It froze mid air, Jordanna turned her head, sending Davina a pointed look as the shaking slowly calmed down. Davina watched as the light sharply flew to the right, shattering against the wall.

        The younger witch sighed as she shifted in place, she rested her head on Jordanna's shoulder just as Rebekah trudged her way into the room, eyes on Davina. "Hey, what kind of game do you think you're playing?" Rebekah asked, laying a hand on the girl's arm gently. "We said disrupt the household, not destroy the whole city."

        Jordanna snorted quietly at the memory, late last night the two had snuck into Davina's room and basically told her to 'give them hell', though she might've taken it quite literal.

       "I didn't do it. Not on purpose. I- I don't know what's wrong with me," Davina stuttered in fear, scared eyes flitting from Rebekah's to Jordanna's. The two shared a look as the blonde took the teenagers hand in hers, whilst Jordanna rested her head against Davina's with a sigh.

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        "This is madness. How can a sixteen year old girl shake the entire French Quarter?" Klaus asked in disbelief, looking towards his brother and Marcel in question.

        "I've seen her rock the church, but I've never seen anything like this," Marcel commented, shaking his head in exasperation.

        "How did you control her when she was in the attic?" Klaus asked Marcel.

        "He didn't have to," Jordanna spoke up from her place in the doorway, surprising the three men. "He didn't try and kill her boyfriend, did he, Nik?"

        "Yes, yes," Klaus rolled his eyes dismissively, waving a hand. "We've been over this part already. The point is, in her present state she's useless as a tool against the witches."

        Jordanna pulled at her hair with an agitated sigh, "not a fucking tool, Klaus!"

        Asshole.

        Marcel pointed in Jordanna's direction, his other hand rubbing his jaw in annoyance, "she gets it."

        "Something's wrong with her," Klaus spoke up once again after a moment, breaking the uncomfortable silence that brewed around the four.

         "She has too much power that she cannot control. That much we already knew. But why is it manifesting itself in such an aggressive manner?" The older original inquired, before realisation fell upon him.

        Whilst making his way out of the room Elijah was stopped by Klaus, whose face held mild confusion. "Where are you going?"

        "This is witch business," Elijah spoke a small smirk on his lips, Jordanna rolled her lips into her mouth. Seriously? "Let's ask a witch."

        "I'm sorry, what?" Jordanna murmured as he walked out of the room, Klaus and Marcel rose their eyebrows as she looked towards them. "I didn't realise I was no longer a witch."

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       After Elijah had returned with Sophie Deveraux the pair joined Jordanna and the two other Mikaelson's. Jordanna sat next to Rebekah on the couch, one leg crossed over the other whilst her arm rested on the armrest, she twirled a piece of hair around her pointer finger as her eyes watched Sophie's every move.

       "So, you have stolen the remains of the very person that Davina's been drawing for months. Would you care to explain this startling coincidence?" Elijah asked, looking down at Sophie who sat on one of the arm chairs as he stood in front of her, arms crossed.

       "I can't, I didn't even know who Celeste Dubois was until I-" Sophie was cut off as the Abattoir began to violently shake, Jordanna reached forward and picked her mug up from the table before it fell to the ground.

       Jordanna leaned over to Rebekah, a grin on her face. "Poor kids going through turbulence down there," she poked her stomach, grin widening, Rebekah chuckled before Sophie caught her attention.

        The Deveraux witch looked between Klaus, Jordanna, Rebekah and Elijah whose faces merely held a bored expression, unlike herself, who appeared extremely alarmed as she rose to her feet. "Was that Davina?" The witch asked in shock.

        "Charming little habit she's developed," Klaus told her, a sarcastic smile on his face.

        "And the earthquake I felt today?" Sophie asked, Rebekah nodded in answer.

        "Also Davina."

        "Oh! Don't forget, the poor girl's started vomiting dirt," Jordanna frowned, grimacing at the image of Davina throwing up dirt. Gross.

        Sophie's eyes widened. "Oh. We have a huge problem. I thought that we had more time, but we need to complete the Harvest now."

       Jordanna's eyes narrowed.

        "Said the desperate witch, conveniently," Klaus muttered.

        "I'm serious!" Sophie exclaimed. "That Earthquake you just felt is a preview of the disaster movie that is about to hit us."

        "Why should we believe you?" The older original inquired.

        "Because she might be telling the truth," Jordanna's head tilted aside, eyes squinted as she stared down the Deveraux in thought.

        Elijah turned to her in surprise, "why didn't you say anything if you had a suspicion?"

        "Well, you never asked," Jordanna shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee.

        "You've met Davina, you know her story. For months now, she's been holding all the power of the three girls sacrificed in the Harvest ritual."

        "A force that was meant to flow through her and back into the earth. One person was never meant to hold that much power. It's tearing her apart and it will take us down with it," Sophie explained.

         Jordanna watched her carefully, she wasn't sure what to believe right now. But it kind of made sense, then again her memory of the conversation ( which happened nine years ago ) was slightly hazy. She could remember bits and pieces of what her mother had told her about the Harvest, but not everything, though, she did remember something . . . earth, wind, water and fire.

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        Jordanna stood in the doorway of Davina's room, anxiously fiddling with the ends of her hair as she listened to Rebekah explain the four stages that bound the elements of the Harvest together to Davina.

        Earth. Wind. Water. Fire.

        "They want to complete the harvest," Jordanna heard Rebekah say to the young girl. Panic immediately washed over Davina's face, the tearful eyes that met Jordanna's almost broke her heart ━ the older witch rushed over to the younger girl, grabbing a hold of her hand tightly.

        God, when did she become so soft.

        Must be the hormones or something, she was certainly not going to make a habit of it!

        "No!" Davina cried out, shaking her head at the mention of doing the ritual.

        "The witches say you'll be resurrected," Rebekah inputted as Davina continuously muttered no, ferociously shaking her head in terror at the blonde's words.

        "They're liars!" Davina cried, tears streaming down her face. "They'll say anything to get what they want. Just like Marcel, just like you."

        "Hey, hey, hey," Jordanna's voice was a whisper as she looked down at the young girl, whose eyes flitted up to her own. "Calm down, I don't need you overwhelming yourself and dropping dead, who else is gonna annoy the living shit out of me?"

        Davina sent the witch a small smile. Jordanna wasn't exactly good with words but yet, she somehow managed to, miraculously, help. Every time. A huff escaped her lips as Rebekah's voice sounded out.

        "Davina, you may think that I don't care about you, but you're wrong. I know what it's like to have your life stripped away from you because of other people's bad decisions. How do you think I became a vampire?"

        Davina looked up to Jordanna, the older witch gulped ━ what the Hell do you say to a sixteen year old who may or may not have to be apart of a sacrifice in which she may or may not die? And if she chooses not to, her other option is to let the magic consume her body and patiently wait for her to hit her expiry date, what the Hell do you say to that?

        Good luck?

        Rebekah moved from the bed and reached down to her bag, pulling out a syringe. Davina's eyes widened as she stared at the large needle in dismay. "What- What is that?"

         A chill coursed through Jordanna's body. God, she hated needles.

        "The more upset you become, the faster you will deteriorate. I compelled up some sedative," Rebekah responded calmly. Jordanna looked over at her warily as Davina's grip on her hand tightened. One thing she hated about being a witch was that she could feel the magic in others. It was part of a little skill set most witches acquired; such as being able to pick out a vampire, by touch, sometimes just by the vibe alone ━ the energy they gave you. The difference between the two skills was Jordanna liked being a walking, talking vampire tracker. But feeling someone else's magic? Not a fan.

        It was like waving candy in a child's face, once you got that small taste of power ( that is much greater than your own ) it consumes you ━ you never want anything as much as that power, normally the Jones witch couldn't relate to that power hungry nonsense but Davina's magic . . .

        Davina had the power of three other witches, power that does not belong to her. It needed to be put back within the earth where it belonged, instead of slowly draining the sixteen year old who clutched onto Jordanna's hand. She could feel every drop of magic running through Davina's body, she hadn't felt power like that before and holy Hell was it amazing!

         Jordanna wouldn't exactly say she and her father were alike in anyway . . . but Jesus.

        "No, no, no!" Davina cried, thrashing away from Rebekah, an easel in the corner of the room crashed to the floor, followed by a vase ━ water spilled from it as the flowers scattered across the ground.

        "Rebekah stop," Jordanna told the blonde as the wind picked up in the room, the young girl thrashed about even more as the needle inserted her skin. Davina's breathing slowed, she weakly looked up at Jordanna as the witch sighed, stroking a hand through her hair.

        "I'm scared," Davina whispered, voice shaking as the words spilled from her lips before her eyes drifted shut.

        Me too.

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        "We sedated her too heavily," Elijah spoke just as Jordanna made her way over to the two brothers. She came to a stand besides the older Mikaelson, ignoring the deflated sigh that escaped Klaus' lips.

        "Well, if this is her sedated, I'd hate to see her otherwise," Klaus commented snarkily. "We all agreed that Davina must be sacrificed. There's no need to let her blow the roof off our heads in the meantime."

        Jordanna rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest as she pursed her lips in annoyance. "And what if she doesn't come back, huh? I don't know much about this Harvest, but what I do know, is that it's dodgy as fuck." She deadpanned, sending the two Mikaelson's a look. "Can we even trust anything that comes out of Sophie Deveraux's mouth?"

        "Jordanna," Elijah started with a sigh, her eyebrows rose as her attention fell on him. "Our priorities is keeping you and your child safe, I highly doubt Davina's struggle to contain her magic is safe for you. Davina shall arise from the dead, followed along by the other three young witches, after the ritual."

        Jordanna scoffed in disbelief, turning away with a glower as Marcel's voice yelled out from atop the balcony, "no way!" The Gerard threw his body over the metal railing and landed perfectly on his feet, fist flying at Klaus' face, the Mikaelson hunched over, an annoyed breath left his lips as his hand wiped at his bloody nose. "You're not touching her!"

       "Okay, I'll let you have that one," Klaus turned back to Marcel with raised brows, Jordanna rolled her eyes at his words.

        Elijah gently placed a hand on Marcel's chest, softly pushing him away from his brother, "Marcel, no one wishes to see Davina come to harm less than I, but there is no scenario here in which we simply wait this out. She's going to die."

        "According to Sophie, the witch who screwed over everyone here," Marcel retorted, sending the three a look.

        "The Harvest was working before it stopped. If a nonbeliever like Sophie Deveraux can come to have faith that these girls will be resurrected, then I, also, am a believer. Jordanna is a witch, she has belief Sophie could be telling the truth."

        A noise of disagreement sounded from Jordanna's throat, drawing the trios attention, "I said that Sophie might not be lying. I never said I had faith or whatever, I only give a shit about what happens to Davina."

        "I saved her from the Harvest once, and now what? You want me to just hand her over?" Marcel approached Klaus, shaking his head in anger.

        "Do you think I am happy about this? If the witches succeed in the Harvest, not only do they regain their power, we lose our weapon against them."

        A humourless chuckle left Marcel's lips as he shook his head, whilst an annoyed Jordanna shrilled out. "She's not a fucking weapon!" Her eyes glared holes into Klaus' skull, and all at once, his hands reached out to his head, he tightly grabbed his skull and he groaned out. Marcel's slightly humoured eyes flickered between the two as Elijah sighed in irritation.

       "Jordanna," Klaus gritted out, the witch rolled her eyes ━ releasing her hold on him as she crossed her arms over her chest. The hybrid sighed in relief, chest heaving up and down as he pulled his gaze from the witch back to Marcel. "The earthquake I was willing to chalk up to hideous coincidence, but these winds? If Davina is not sacrificed, then every inch of earth that shook, everything blowing right now, will soon be drenched in water and consumed by fire."

        "Oh?" Marcel scoffed. "Now you care about the city."

        "We ought to. We built it," Elijah interrupted, drawing Marcel's attention.

        "And we all saw it burn to the ground, twice," Klaus told him, a straight face as he spoke seriously to the younger vampire. "I will not let that happen again. Do I make myself clear?" 

        "Yeah," Marcel breathed out before he spun on his feet, storming away in the direction of Davina's room.

        Elijah came to a stand besides Jordanna, he looked over at his brother with a solemn expression and crossed his arms over his chest. "Not a people person, are you, Niklaus?"

       "Nonsense, I love people," Klaus shrugged, eyes flitting over to Jordanna's breifly as she stood besides him, sending him a look.

        "Do you fuck love people." The witch scoffed. Klaus didn't like people, he liked eating them, he liked killing them, but actually liking them? That was unheard of.

        "I love you," Klaus pointed out, an adorable grin laced on his lips as he looked down at Jordanna.

        You're still mad.

        You're still mad.

        You're still mad.

        "Cute," she hummed, looking away in attempt to conceal that small smile that she fought so damn hard to get rid of, Elijah's lips pulled up as he watched the small interaction ━ Jordanna looking away, looking at anything other than Klaus in sight, whilst the hybrid stared down at her in adoration, the softest of smiles on his lips.

         Klaus pulled his gaze from the witch and back to his brother. "Just on my way to warn a couple of prominent ones in case the weather gets out of hand. If you fancy yourself as plus diplomatique, perhaps you'd like to come along."

         "No. Soon Sophie Deveraux shall be consecrating Celeste's remains, and through her actions are reprehensible, still I should pay my respects," Elijah answered his brother.

        "What about you, sweetheart?" Klaus rose his brows, looking toward the woman in question. "Can you find it in your heart to spend a dreadful hour with me, without wanting to kill me?"

        "Oh, I'll still want to kill you," she smiled. "But I guess I can find it in my heart to save the people ━ warn them, or whatever."

       As the three began to make their way out Hayley made her way over to Elijah, a timid look on her face. "Hey, do you have a minute?"

        "On my way out," Elijah told her curtly, swiftly moving passed her as he made his way out.

       Though Jordanna hadn't really spoken to the hybrid in the past few days, other than occasionally helping her deal with the transition, she shot her a frown, a concerned look on her face as she looked at the Marshall in question.

        "Later," Hayley mouthed, watching as the witch soon followed in step after the Mikaelsons. 

        Klaus chuckled, calling out to Elijah's retreating figure. "Which one of us is the people person again?"

        "Neither of you assholes. Now, can we go do something useful, please? I need my rosary beads, I gotta talk to my bisnonna."

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       Hardly an hour had passed when Jordanna had received a phone call from a distressed blonde Mikaelson. The witch had barely gotten a hello out as Rebekah's panicked voice rang through the phone, rambling on about how Marcel had taken Davina. 

       After five demands from Jordanna, Klaus had rushed the two back to the Compound, where they now all stood in Davina's room as Rebekah dialled her oldest brother. Klaus leant against a cabinet, huffing at the annoying sound of Jordanna's heels clicking against the floor as she paced up and down the laminate.

       "Rebekah."

       "He's taken the girl," Rebekah rushed out, not sparing Elijah a hello.

       "Who has?" Elijah asked quizzically.

       "Santa," Jordanna rolled her eyes. "Marcel, who the fuck do you think?"

        "Bloody, Marcel!" Rebekah gritted out in annoyance.

       "And you wanted to run off and start a life with this back-stabber," Klaus remarked snidely, sending his sister a pointed look.

       "How is that relevant right now?!" Jordanna screamed out in annoyance.

       "Says the man who was shacking up with him not two seconds before all this went down," Rebekah retorted, ignoring Jordanna's grumbling.

        Jordanna made a look of agreement and Klaus looked towards her in mild offense. "She has a point, you say that like you're not up each other's asses all day long," she mumbled before steering back onto topic. "Anyway, like I said, not important right now!"

        The wind howled more aggressively, slapping against the glass of the windows, making the three feel slightly uneasy. "Okay, we need to divide and conquer, if we're gonna stand a chance. He could have gone anywhere."

        "Well, I'm here with Sabine. Perhaps we could try a locator spell?"

       "I'll talk to the priest, they might even be at the church. It's the last place we'd think to look for them, right?" Klaus suggested, looking over in Jordanna's direction.

       Jordanna sighed, Rebekah's eyes flickered between the two before she rolled them. "Okay. You two check the church, I'll check everywhere else."

        Jordanna made her way out of the room, slowly followed by Klaus before he muttered a small. "I'll be down in a second." The witch's nails tapped against the banister as she descended down the staircase. 

        She paused in her step at the bottom of the stairs as her eyes fell onto Hayley, the hybrid had her back turned to the Jones, a sniffling noise coming from her nose every few seconds. Jordanna pinched the bridge of her nose with a heavy sigh, before she made her way over to the Marshall.

        "What's wrong with you?" 

        Hayley jumped in surprise at the voice, she gulped, hurriedly wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her coat before she turned to face the witch, a small smile on her lips.

        "Nothing," Hayley shrugged it off, sending her a quick smile before she turned away, busying herself with the boxes in front of her.

        Jordanna rolled her eyes as she scanned Hayley's posture. "Bullshit," she responded, a small scoff leaving her lips. "Somethings wrong with you, what is it?"

        Hayley sighed, turning to the witch, fiddling with the sleeve of her coat as she looked toward the ground, avoiding Jordanna's gaze. "I- uh, went through Elijah's journals and told Sophie where Celeste's remains were, and now he's not speaking to me-"

        "Apologise, duh," Jordanna rolled her eyes, coming over to the hybrid's side, the Marshall looked over at her in slight surprise ━ in Jordanna language if she talked to you for more than a minute after an argument, you were forgiven ( but whatever it was you had done, wasn't forgotten ). "You shouldn't have done that, but you can't go back in time so ... apologise, it's all you can do, really."

        "I tried ━ but he won't listen-" Hayley spoke before she was cut off by Klaus' sceptical voice as he watched the brunette load items into the boxes in front of her, the witch idly watched by with a bored expression on her face. 

       "What are you doing?" The Mikaelson frowned.

        Hayley sighed, "I was going to take these to the-"

       Klaus came up behind the two, a pointed look on his face. "If you say Bayou, I will find a nice, comfy dungeon and throw you in it. This is not the night to be out there," he looked over at the witch. "Either of you."

        Jordanna scoffed. "Who said I was going to go with her?"

        Klaus waved a hand in front of her. "By the look on your face, Jordanna. Like I said it's not the night to be out there."

        "For anyone. But some people don't have a choice," Hayley told him.

        Klaus' eyes flickered back and forth between the two women before a sigh fell from his lips, his eyes met Jordanna's briefly as he ran a hand down his face in irritation. "Right." The hybrid reached down and grabbed some of the boxes. "Both of you grab that lot, and come with me." 

        Jordanna sent him a look. "Do I look like I have the strength to grab any of that shit? I'm pregnant, that gives me an immediate pass." 

        Klaus gave a small eyeroll as Hayley huffed out in amusement, grabbing another box ━ leaving none left for Jordanna to take. The witch smiled at the Marshall in thanks as Klaus simply turned around and began making his way to the Church, Jordanna and Hayley following after him.

・❥・

         Jordanna's face held a scowl as she pushed wet strands of hair from her cheek, Hayley and Klaus followed after her as she pushed the church doors open.

        Father Kieran's head snapped towards them in surprise upon hearing the door slam shut behind the three. "We still haven't gone through all that you've already provided, Klaus," he spoke, moving towards the three with a small, genuine smile as he addressed the hybrid.

        The witch frowned in confusion as she looked upon the many people filling the large space of the church and back to Klaus. 

       "Jordanna," Kieran nodded in greeting as he turned to face the witch briefly, a smile present on face.

        "Hi." She said dryly, rolling her lips into her mouth before Father Kieran's eyes regained their place on Klaus.

        "This newest bit isn't from me," Klaus spoke as he handed Kieran the rest of boxes, looking back at Hayley.

       "Oh?" Father Kieran frowned, looking back at the brunette. "Well, that's very kind of you . . ." he trailed off.

        "Hayley," she introduced herself, her eyes scanned around the church. "And these people are?"

        "I asked Father Kieran to give them shelter," Klaus shrugged lightly, Jordanna's lips curved slightly. "He suffers from the incessant desire to do good. But now, I need you to be useful. Marcel and Davina have disappeared. I assume from the stupefied look on your face they haven't sought refuge in your attic."

        "No. Those days are gone," Father Kieran responded with a shake of the head.

        Klaus nodded for a moment, "then energise your resources. I don't need to remind you how important it is they be found."

        That earnt a nod from the priest before he walked away from the three. 

        "They're werewolves," Jordanna pointed out, with raised eyebrows. 

        Klaus nodded.

        Hayley frowned, voice laced in confusion, "the priest, he said you donated the food. You're helping them?"

         "They're not your werewolves," Klaus told the Marshall. "They're my clan from very far back, they've fallen upon hard times, their plight has brought out the philanthropist in me. What can I say?" The Original paused, a sarcastic smile pulled at his lips. "Must be Elijah's influence."

         "Aren't you adorable?" Jordanna said wryly, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. The hybrid offered his arm to her after an eye roll, the witch looked down at his arm and looked back up at him, sending him a blank stare. Klaus huffed and turned, followed by the two women as they made their way out of the church just when Hayley's voice sounded out.

        "What do you mean your clan?" Hayley questioned causing the pair to pause.

         Klaus let out a sigh as he spun around. "The blood that runs in their veins, runs in mine," he told her, before his eyes fell down onto the witch. "And in mine and Jordanna's child."

        "This family gets more complicated by the second," Hayley huffed.

        Jordanna let out a small chuckle as the hybrid sighed once again. "Listen Hayley, a word of advice when dealing with Elijah, don't do as I do. Just apologise. He is accomplished in many things, but he is a master in forgiveness."

        Jordanna tilted her head backwards, over her shoulder and she watched him walk off, she turned back to the Marshall ━ the hybrid gave a small nod in understanding. The witch sauntered down the aisle of the church, pulling the large doors open before she turned with a grin, eyes on Father Kieran as he busied himself with one of the werewolves, his head snapped up at the loud clank of the door.

        "Until next time, Father." Her smile widened tauntingly. "Later."

        Father Kieran let out a small laugh, waving his hand slightly in goodbye just as the door slammed shut behind the witch. Jordanna pulled her jacket tighter to her body as she made her way over to Klaus, who stood in the pouring rain ━ presumably waiting for Hayley to finish in the church. 

        The rain trickled down from her forehead as she grew nearer to him. "That was surprisingly nice of you," Jordanna spoke up, drawing his attention, causing him to shift his body so he was now facing her.

        "What was?" Klaus inquired as he took a small step closer to her, a light frown on his face of confusion.

        "You helping Hayley with Elijah," she told him with a look, a small smile curving on her lips as he looked away.

        "Like I said, must be Elijah's influence," Klaus shrugged it off.

        Jordanna hummed in answer, the smile on her face grew by the second. Klaus turned to look at her for a moment, fighting off his own smile as he thought about how happy he was that she wasn't ripping him to shreds. He knew she was still mad at him but at least she'd let him stand within vicinity of her ━ truth be told he didn't know if he could go a day without some form of contact with the witch.  

・❥・

        The three had made their way back into the compound  ━ Hayley went off to do her own thing whilst Jordanna and Klaus joined Rebekah and Elijah, the latter had thought of the brilliant idea to use Esther's bones to make Sophie an elder.

        "It's taken a thousand years, but you've finally gone mad," Rebekah shook her head in disbelief. "Our own mother?"

       "He has gone insane, hasn't he, Bex?" Jordanna tilted her head as she scanned him up and down for any sign of a weird witchy curse that may have turned him certified insane. Esther was a big no-no for Jordanna, that psycho bitch would probably come back and try to kill them all, again.

         Who the fuck stays dead nowadays, anyway?

        "Yes, our beloved mother, who Niklaus has affectionately placed in a coffin in his basement," Elijah told them, sending his brother and Jordanna a shake of the head as they found amusement in that. "Not daggered but quite dead."

        "Well, she did try to kill us all," Klaus shrugged, pointing at his brother before he took a sip of his scotch, leaning back in his seat he placed his spare hand on the witch's thigh, Jordanna squinted her eyes and grabbed his hand, moving it further down her leg.

        "Well, I say we put her to use and put her to rest once and for all. Now, if we bury our mother on land owned by one of her descendants, she becomes a New Orleans witch, and we, as her family, share in that ancestral magic."

        "We're vampires Elijah," Rebekah's voice held mild irritation, she shared a confused look with Klaus whilst Jordanna mindlessly listened to the Mikaelson. "We can't practice magic or own property, for that matter."

        "Yes. With regard to practicing magic-"

       "You can channel it to Sophie," Jordanna cut him off as she leant forward, intrigued with the idea. 

        "Exactly," Elijah pointed toward the witch with a light smile.

        "But, wouldn't that mean . . ."

         "We have to participate in the Harvest, yes," Elijah nodded. 

        "Fucking Hell." She mumbled, leaning back into the couch. "That's fucked, I like it."

        "And as for owning property, not all of our mother's descendants are dead," Elijah mused as he pulled open a draw, grabbing a pen and a piece of paper. His eyes fell onto Jordanna, as did the other two Mikaelsons.

        "The baby," Klaus breathed out.

       "The baby," Elijah confirmed. "The parish tax assessor's office is just steps outside the Quarter, once Jordanna signs she will hold the title to the plantation. Jordanna, dear, if you would . . . "

        Jordanna grinned as the Mikaelson placed the sheet of paper down on the small table in-front of her, passing her the pen. "Ooo, fun. I've never had a house under my name before," her grin widened as she scribbled down her signature where needed. "I feel like a new woman."

        Back in Mystic Falls her house was under Alaric's name, seeing as she was underage, though when she turned eighteen they never got around to putting the house under her own name. She found it slightly annoying as Alaric was the only one who could invite people in, so she did a little spell to tweak it and thus her being able to invite people in on her own.

        She didn't understand why though, Elena got to have the Salvatore Boarding House, underage, but she wasn't allowed her own house. Alaric used to say some bullshit about she and Elena were different people and how the doppelganger merely needed it for protection ━ Jordanna could protect herself.

        "So, if we bury our mother there and we consecrate those grounds, we can finish the Harvest ritual."

        "You're a bit of a mad genius, Elijah," Klaus grinned as he leant over Jordanna's shoulder, eyes scanning the paper before he rose to his feet, standing besides his brother. "Count me in."

        "Am I the only one thinking?" Rebekah looked between the three, Elijah and Klaus looked towards one another whilst Jordanna gushed over her newfound ownership of a building. Though, she wasn't psyched about it being the plantation. 

        "No, you're not the only one thinking, Bex. Cause I'm thinking this." The witch raised the sheet of paper, waving it around playfully. "Is fucking fantastic."

        Rebekah rolled her eyes, "our mother was the most powerful witch in history, if we bury her, we hand our powers to our enemies to use against us." 

        Jordanna tilted her head in thought, smile fading slightly as she pointed towards the blonde. "She does have a point."

        "Given our circumstance, I hardly see that we have a choice, Rebekah," Elijah told his sister as he crossed his arms over his chest.

        "I don't know why I bother," Rebekah shook her head. "You two will just do what you want anyway."

        "No, our decision must be unanimous," Elijah responded.

        "This is not a democracy," Klaus looked between the two before his eyes fell onto Jordanna, the witch shrugged her shoulders in answer.

       "You're quite right. This is family." Rebekah rolled her eyes at Elijah's words, just as the thunder crackled from outside, the rain getting heavier than before. "Water. It's getting heavier. Rebekah?"

        Rebekah sighed. "Kill a demon today, face the devil tomorrow. Count me in."

        Elijah turned to the witch. "Jordanna?" 

        Jordanna shrugged. "I couldn't really care less with what you do with her, go for it."

         "Well," Klaus clapped, a grin on his face. "This is no family reunion without our mother. I'll fetch her."

         It's not a proper one without Kol.

・❥・

         "Did you find them? Will he bring her?" Klaus inquired, his attention on his sister as the Mikaelson siblings, Jordanna and Father Kieran stood on the grounds of the plantation, surrounding Esther's newly dug grave.

        Rebekah nodded in confirmation. "He'll bring her."

        Father Kieran walked towards them, a dagger in hand. "Are you ready for this?"

        Rebekah and Jordanna answered in a sigh whilst Klaus nodded. "Always and forever." He breathed out as he took the knife from Father Kieran's hands and sliced into his palm.

        He passed the knife to Rebekah, her following suit who then passed it to Elijah, who finally gave it to Jordanna. The witch sliced her hand open boredly before she tossed the knife into Esther's grave.

         "It's done."

        "That was a lot more boring than I expected. When I perform a ritual it's usually more entertaining than this." Jordanna rolled her eyes when she was met with silence, she clicked her tongue and lowered her voice, muttering under her breath. "At least in mine there's a dead snake or two, maybe even a head if I'm lucky-"

    "Please stop."

・❥・

        Jordanna stood in-between Rebekah and Hayley, an umbrella held above her head as they waited in Lafayette Cemetery for Davina and Marcel. Jordanna's heart felt like it had dropped down to her ass, she had a pit in her stomach that made her feel extremely uneasy.

         Though she kept telling herself either way she would die, whether that be in a short amount of time as the magic consumed her or that be tonight, at least with this there was a small chance of her coming back. 

        All at once flames erupted near the entrance of the cemetery, Jordanna gulped, sighing deeply as the the two supernaturals standing besides her huddled closer. 

       "Fire," Sophie breathed out as Marcel appeared, carrying Davina through the cemetery in his arms, the flames closely following after them. Once they got to the alter the Gerard vampire set the young witch down, Sophie headed towards Davina.

        Davina's eyes flitted up to Jordanna's briefly, the Claire girl sent the older witch a small smile. Jordanna looked up momentarily to the sky as tears filled her eyes, oh, God, don't look at me like that. Sophie held the blade over the flames, moving closer to Davina so that she was in front of her. "Do you believe in the Harvest?"

         Davina looked away from Jordanna before she turned her attention back to Sophie, she nodded nervously. "I believe."

        As soon as those two words left the young girl's lips Sophie raised the blade and slit Davina's throat. The young witch gasped, holding a hand to her neck as she struggled to breathe before she finally fell to the ground. A tear slipped down Jordanna's cheek as she watched Marcel kneel down, cradling the limp body in his arms. 

        The heavy rain that poured above them came to a stop, Davina's skin began to glow as the magic travelled down her body and back into the earth.

        "After the Harvest comes the Reaping. Their sacrifices made and accepted. We call upon our elders to resurrect the chosen ones," Sophie spoke up, holding her arms out as the others waited for something to happen.

        Another tear slipped Jordanna's eye as nothing happened. She felt her heartbeat grow erratic as Sophie's voice grew more panicked as she repeated herself. 

        "We call upon our elders to resurrect the chosen ones," Sophie tried again. Tears gathered in her eyes. "Resurrect your chosen ones."

        "Please?" Her voice broke. "I beg."

         Jordanna's eyes began to sting as more tears trickled down her face and Sophie dropped to her knees. "No!" The Deveraux witch began to sob as she grabbed her niece's hand in her own. 

         Rebekah's head rested on Jordanna's shoulder as her own tears ran down her face. Hayley grabbed onto the witch's hand as she stood there, looking down at Marcel and Davina blankly. The Gerard held her tightly to his chest as he shot Klaus a look of hatred before he sped away, Klaus shortly following after him. 

・❥・

        Jordanna walked down the sidewalk of the empty streets of the French Quarter. The bright lights illuminated across her skin as her dried tears left marks down her cheeks. Klaus had gone to check on Marcel, Elijah was walking back with Hayley ━ seems like they made up and she didn't know where Rebekah was, she had left before the blonde had moved.

        She sighed deeply as she threw a fry into her mouth, wordlessly she walked back to the compound. Her phone buzzed against her ass as it sat in her back pocket. 

         She pulled it out, she pursed her lips as she read the name.

        CAREBEAR

        She declined the call, finding she had 2 missed calls from Stefan as well as a few messages, a missed call from Bonnie and too many from Caroline. She sighed as she put her phone on silence and continued eating her fries.

        She couldn't be bothered to talk, she had no effort for it.

        Though her wishes were crushed as a chirpy Naomi made her way over to her, wiping the remaining blood from her lip. 

         "Fancy seeing you here," Naomi smiled.

         Jordanna huffed, giving a dry smile as she wordlessly ate her fries. Naomi turned to her with a raised brow ━ though they had only just met the Tate girl knew that Jordanna was chatty, when they went out for that drink the witch would not shut up and now she was mute.

         "You okay?"

        "Peachy," Jordanna mumbled, offering the vampire a fry. Naomi took one, eyes scanning over the witch's face as she mumbled a thanks, her brown eyes noticed the tear marks and she shut up.

        They walked back in a peaceful silence, the witch occasionally passing her a fry as the vampire walked with her to the compound. 

{an}

bit boring but i just wanted to get this one over with tbh cos shes going mystic falls next chappp!"!!!!

miss girls gonna be reunited wi caroline, stefan and bonnie 

unedited again cos i realised im too lazy for that shit xo

(edited 04/04/22)