chapter thirty five

anastasia

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    JORDANNA SAT SPRAWLED out on the couch in Klaus' study, hair lazily thrown up in a claw clip as she held a book in hand, a cup of coffee gingerly sat on the table, the bitter smell filled her nose as she flickered through the crisp pages of her new book.

    As much as the Jones adored going out, getting her hair and nails done, buying shoes and tearing someone's throat out and consuming all of their blood, she also cherished days like this. Days where she sat in, a book in hand, hair out of the way ( yet it still looked extremely glamorous, this is Jordanna we're taking about, she wasn't gonna' turn into a hobo or something ), and a coffee with a blood bag on the side—basically, a day where she could look crap, but a 'Jordanna' type of crap.

    Though her day took a turn for the worst when the shrill voice of Rebekah's new body called out loudly. "Nik? Nik!" She screamed for her brother, wandering around the Compound.

    Jordanna internally groaned, she had finally gotten peace and quite. She had to endure listening to Caroline talk about Sebastian and Elijah for an hour before the Jones eventually gave up and faked a 'bad connection'. She just wanted to read her book and drink her coffee for fuck's sake.

    "That was Aiden. Finn has Marcel," Klaus told his sister as he walked into his study, Rebekah trailing after him.

    "What?" Rebekah's face formed into one of worry—or horror, perhaps both. After all it was Marcel. "Why?"

    "Can't I just have one day?" Jordanna muttered to herself as she dropped her book into her lap, Klaus and Rebekah's heads snapped in her direction, seemingly just noticing her presence, "Just one day where I can do nothing and look like fucking crap?"

    "If it's any consolation, you look like crap right now, sweetheart," Klaus retorted with a bitter smile on his lips as he rummaged around his desk for something.

    Jordanna shot him a deadpanned look. "Die," she muttered.

    Klaus looked up from the desk as he slammed the drawers shut, a wide, teasing smile on his lips as he rounded the couch, pressing a kiss to her forehead in passing. "After you," he murmured against her head before making his way over to the fireplace.

    "You two are adorably disgusting, we get it," Rebekah pursed her lips, looking between the two. "But, can we get back to the matter at hand. Why does Finn have Marcel?"

    "I don't know," Klaus snapped. "Nor do I know where they are, what they're doing, or what specifically to do about it," he gritted his teeth in answer, picking up a statue from the mantle before slamming it down against the wood in frustration, "This family makes me want to murder people."

    "You make me want to murder people," Jordanna stressed, grouchily grabbing her book from her lap she placed it on the coffee table before she grabbed her mug, letting the warm cup heat up her hands, "Preferably you."

    "You wound me, Jordanna Jones," Klaus' tone was sarcastic as he spun around to face her, hand on heart mockingly, "Truly. It hurts me to know that I am the desire of your murderous tendencies. I don't know what stick is up your arse this morning, but please...remove it—before I do it myself, take it and stake myself."

    "Please do," Jordanna muttered.

    Rebekah's eyes flitted between the two in confusion, "What the bloody hell is wrong with you two?"

    Klaus and Jordanna exchanged a look before the former spoke up. "Nothing is wrong with us, sister. Jordanna is merely in a mood every morning, and the only thing that seems to, as one might put it, put her in a better mood is feeding on our kitchen staff-"

    "-But your brother has banned me from eating them," Jordanna grumbled, taking a sip of her coffee, eyes lifting to meet Rebekah's. "He complains as if he doesn't feed on them himself."

    Klaus turned to her with a mocking glare, "I don't bleed them dry, and leave them out for the rest of the compelled help to see, Jordanna. You give half the people here a bloody heart attack before they can serve you food and then because you have yet to eat, you're on a warpath for the rest of the day."

     Jordanna opened her mouth to retort something but clamped it shut. He was right, asshole. Just when she was about to say something ( because there was no way she would let him believe that he was in the right, even if he was ), another voice spoke up, inevitably cutting her off before she could even murmur a word.

    "I see my timing is as impeccable as usual," Kol grimaced, pulling a face as his eyes flickered between Klaus and Jordanna, hesitantly making their way onto Rebekah.

    "Well, the traitor just thinks he can waltz in here like he's welcome!" Klaus scoffed in disbelief, shaking his head in utter shock.

   Rebekah's face grew more distasteful as the long, seconds drew by, "As gracious as your apology better be, you're still getting one hell of a slap!"

    As she went to lunge at him Jordanna sighed impatiently, looking down at the vase that sat perfectly in the middle of the coffee table—she watched as it shot forward, smashing before Rebekah's feet causing her to halt.

    Jordanna didn't pay her any mind as she continued to sip on her coffee—yet Kol's voice saved her from the irritated glare Rebekah sent her, "Wait! Wait," he rushed out, "I understand the irony of what I'm about to say. But I came here because I need your help."

    A dramatic laugh boomed from Klaus' chest as he met Jordanna's eyes, Rebekah merely grew more enraged by the second, "Figure out how to do your wicked little body-swap, and then we can talk about help!"

    Kol ignored the snappy tone to his sister's voice, a frantic expression painted his features—that caused Jordanna to look up, paying more attention to the ongoing conversation.

    "Look, you don't understand, Nik. Finn has locked me in this body—no more jumping," he explained, eyes lingering on Jordanna like a silent plead. "He's put a curse on me, Nik. I am dying."

    Klaus merely rose his brows in amusement as the Mikaelson sister crossed her arms over her chest with an eyeroll, a bitter laugh escaped Kol's lips as he looked between his siblings, "You don't believe me."

    "Well, you're hardly the champion of truth-telling," Klaus retorted with a shrug of his shoulders. Jordanna narrowed her eyes into slits and placed her mug down onto the table, silently assessing Kol. He was paler than usual, sweaty. He looked distorted in a way, a slight stagger accompanied him—very unnoticeable, but it was there. He wasn't lying.

    Kol stared at his brother in disbelief, "Of course, why would a brother expect his siblings or best friend to leap to his aid?"

    Klaus scoffed, "One, leave Jordanna out of it, don't burden her with your lies. Two, spare me the pity party, Kol! Your recent actions merit a certain allowance for disbelief."

    Kol grew frustrated with the lack of faith Klaus had in him and Jordanna and Rebekah's silence, "Look, I know what I've done!" He turned to face Rebekah, a sombre look on his face, "But, I won't apologize for trying to pull one over on you, Bex. You deserved it! But I don't deserve to die! Certainly not at the hands of my own family!"

    Jordanna sighed deeply and got up from her seat, removing Klaus' arm that gripped Kol she sent him a look. "He's not lying," she uttered, grabbing onto Kol's arm she looked up at him questionably. "Can I?" She gestured to his arm.

    Kol swallowed roughly and gulped, with a nod of his head he watched as the Jones pushed up the sleeves of his jacket lightly, her hands wrapped tightly around the lower half of his forearms, her eyes fluttered white before she began chanting lowly.

    The dark magic used in the hex mixed with the new dark magic that flowed through Jordanna's veins? It wasn't a good combination, but it felt right. Like a jigsaw puzzle that fit. Klaus met Rebekah's worried eyes as they watched a thin line of black blood trail down Jordanna's ears, soon followed by her eyes.

    It was like the magic that ran though Kol's body, slowly deteriorating him, warmed Jordanna. It hit Kol like a ton of bricks. But for Jordanna? It was like a drug.

    "Anna?" Kol muttered when he felt her grip on him tighten, Rebekah sent Klaus a look over Kol's shoulder and they both reached out to pull her away from their brother when as soon as their fingers made contact with her skin their bodies flew up.

    Klaus' back collided with the, luckily, unlit fireplace while Rebekah hit the wall with a groan, damned human body.

    Jordanna's eyes went back to normal before she stumbled back, her eyes flailed from Kol's to Rebekah's to Klaus', she grimaced, "Sorry," she mumbled, swallowing roughly, offering Rebekah a hand up.

    "What the bloody hell just happened?" The Mikaelson sister asked with wide eyes.

     "I tried to, uh, see if I could stop the hex," Jordanna began as she took a tissue from Klaus with a grateful smile.

    "And?"

    Jordanna rolled her lips into a line and inhaled deeply, she shook her head lightly, "It's too far along, there's nothing we can do now," she paused, turning her chin to Kol, "But I'm gonna' try, okay?"

    Kol knew, he knew there was nothing she, he or anyone could do, but he nodded nonetheless, not wanting to wipe the hopeful smile off of her face. The Mikaelson cleared his throat before turning his attention back to Klaus. "Nik, you should know something. I was helping Marcel for Davina and Finn has him. He's trying to get a secret out of him, something he thinks Marcel knows about you."

    The hopeful smile that sat on Jordanna's face dropped at Kol's words. The Jones mindlessly wiped her face clean of blood when she met Klaus' eye. Kol watched their little interaction with squinted eyes before he turned to Rebekah, who in turn, looked just as worried as the other two, "He's right, isn't he?"

    Klaus spared him a single glance before brushing it off as he handed Jordanna another tissue, "Marcel doesn't know anything about anything."

    "Well, if I were you, I'd hope that that's true, because believe me—Finn has the means to get it out of him."

・❥・

    Jordanna paced up and down the busy New Orleans streets as she held her phone up to her ear, her lips were pursed as she listened to Caroline's voice ring down the phone.

    "—And I made him lasagne, and then remembered, babies can't eat lasagne!" She laughed, continuing to talk though Jordanna was yet to mutter a single word. "So, I went to give it to Elijah but he was, like, zoning out so I just turned around... 'cause nooo! I don't do weird, confrontational, things. You know? Don't get me wrong, he's sweet, a little creepy with the intense, smoldery stare thing. But sweet nonetheless. And—" she paused, "Jordanna freakin' Jones! Are you even listening to me?"

    "Sadly," Jordanna mumbled, leaning against the wall of the Abattoir.  "You know, the more you talk, and the longer I listen to you... you slowly start to sound like a chipmunk. Like, your voice just gets higher and higher. I'm surprised you haven't killed my ear drums yet."

    "Way to be dramatic," the blonde mumbled.

    "You're calling me dramatic? Please," Jordanna scoffed, taking a minute. "Anyway, how's Sebastian doing? Please tell me all of his limbs are there and not a hair on his little head is missing."

    "And you say you don't like babies," Caroline muttered, bouncing Sebastian up and down on her hip.

    "I don't," Jordanna deadpanned, "Mine, is an exception."

    Caroline rolled her eyes. "Well, he's fine. He's breathing, got all of his limbs and his hair is like a fuzzy peach, so adorable," the blonde gushed, Jordanna rolled her lips into her mouth, a peach? "Do you want to talk to him?"

    "I'm not talking down the phone to a baby," Jordanna grumbled, rolling her eyes yet again.

    Caroline let out an irritated sigh, "Talk to your damn baby, Jordanna."

     "I hate you," the raven-haired vampire muttered before the other end of the phone went silent and the breathing changed. Great, now she was gonna' have to talk to a baby. "Uh—hi," Jordanna tried, feigning an enthusiastic tone.

    Yet the receiving end of the phone stayed silent, duh. It was a baby for cryin' out loud.

    "Yeah, no," Jordanna sighed, "I'll see him soon enough, alright? I'm not talking to him through a fucking phone," she paused, eyes squinting as she caught sight of Marcel on the other side of the road, stood watching her, "I gotta' go. I'll talk to you soon, okay?"

    And as Caroline said her goodbyes Jordanna shoved her phone in her pocket, the Jones soon made her way across the street, shoving past those surrounding her. A bright smile pulled at her lips as she came to a stand in front of the Gerard. "Stalking me, are we Baldy?" She asked with raised brows, an amused tone laced her voice.

    Marcel smiled faintly. "I'd say it's good to see you J, but..." he trailed off, shaking his head as he wiped his hand across his forehead in dismay, "It's not."

"Ouch," Jordanna whistled.

"Now, I need you to remember that I'm your friend and your mom would haunt your ass from the other-side if you killed me, but..." he inhaled deeply, "Finn sent me to get your blood."

A frown etched onto the raven-head's face. "Why would Finn-" she trailed off, face dropping as she realised what it was he needed it for. "No," she whispered lowly, letting out a breath as she pushed her hair back from her face, "How does he know?"

Marcel sent her a small, sympathetic glance that made her want to tear his face off with her nails—but, luckily for Marcel, she refrained from doing so. "He put two and two together," Marcel informed her, sighing deeply as he watched the vampire swallow roughly as she tried to cover her fear-stricken face.

"And where is he now?" She gritted out. She wanted to find him and kill him, and she assumed that ( because it's Finn ) he'd body jump the second his heart stopped, which meant it allowed her more opportunities to rip his heart out. Or his tongue for blabbing about her child, or perhaps his eyes.

Marcel shrugged in answer, "I don't know. He said he'd tell me where to meet him later," he responded, rubbing a hand across his stubble before he hesitantly reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder, voice hushed. "Look, they'll be okay, J. They can't be your kids and not survive, they've got that Jones blood and Mikaelson blood—they'll be okay."

Jordanna let out a bitter laugh. "He," she corrected, "She didn't seem to grasp onto that 'Jones and Mikaelson' survival skill."

Marcel's face fell before he nodded solemnly. "I'm sorry, Jords. But listen—I've gotta give him something, he's killing one of my guys every hour until he gets it," Marcel informed her, face desperate.

Jordanna spared him a glance as she rummaged through her pocket, looking for her phone. "I'll sort something out," she muttered before she spun on her heel, turning back in the direction of the Compound, "I need to tell Nik."

And she sped off inside the Compound.

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"He's safe! It'll take a hundred witches to break the cloaking spell," Rebekah tried to calm her brother and Jordanna after the Jones had revealed that Finn was trying to look for Sebastian.

"And the witch your brother has chosen to body-jump into is powerful as shit, Rebekah," Jordanna retorted as the trio sauntered down the stairs in a hurry. "And if he has help... " the Jones trailed off with a humourless scoff. "We're well and truly... fucked."

"She's right," Klaus added in as the three reached the ground floor. "Vincent is strong," he muttered under his breath before his eyes flitted to his sister's.

"Caroline and Elijah won't let him get to him, okay?" Her gaze flickered between the two tentatively. "But you both need to remain calm."

But before either could open their mouths Kol stormed into the Courtyard, an angry, nasty look pained across his face. "Oh, our brother doesn't do calm," he spat spitefully before swiftly turning on his heels, throwing a handful of white, powdered substance on Rebekah's face.

Jordanna acted quickly while a look of shock amassed on her face, the Jones sped to the Mikaelson sister, catching her in her arms before she fell to the floor, her head snapped up as Kol's rough, voice pulled her attention. "Sorry Anna," he muttered, tone unrepentant before he blew a black, powdered substance in the vampire's face.

"Not cool Kol," she uttered as she felt her body go stiff, her fingers ran hot and tingly before she stumbled back, carefully, yet awkwardly, setting her body down onto one of the armchairs.

Her head inched back as she felt the blood in her body rush, it grew hot as the uncomfortable creeping sensation concealed her whole body.

Klaus' head whipped in her direction, face a mixture of anger and concern. She sent him a quick, painful, thumbs-up, a grimaced smile accompanying it and that's when he turned. He glowered at his brother before rushing toward him, only for Kol to hold a hand out, casting a spell which forced Klaus to cough up blood, the liquid spilling onto Jordanna's pristine floors.

She inwardly groaned, she just cleaned those yesterday!

Klaus let out a strangled nose of aggravation. "Stop!" He called out sharply through the crimson that ran down his chin.

"Oh, you're angry, are you? Well, join the bloody party! I've been here a thousand years," Kol snapped, hastily gesturing to himself as he gripped onto the paragon diamond tightly, knuckles slowly going white.

Klaus gritted his teeth, moving to go at him again before the younger Mikaelson hit him with another spell causing the hybrid to fall to his knees.

"I was building that dagger to protect myself against you, Nik! I'm not the bad guy in this chapter of our family's story! I'm the wronged!" Kol shouted out, gesturing to himself ferociously, voice breaking as he went on with teary eyes, "I'm the dead, but never mourned, unless you got everything that you wanted. I got a family who didn't care if I lived or if I died!"

But then his eyes found Jordanna's tired, pained, limp body. Oh, sweet Jordanna. She did care, she mourned him, she tried to bring him back. She was more his family. She and Davina.

"Oh, shut up!" Klaus' voice pulled him from his teary-eyed daze when he suddenly gained the strength to pin his younger brother to the wall in a choke-hold, "We've all suffered!" Klaus tightened his grip, flashes of his little girl running through his mind. "We've all been wronged!"

Kol glared back at him, gasping for breath. "Go on! Go on, finish it off!" He provoked, another tear spilled from his eye, "Go ahead, kill me!"

Klaus stared at Kol for a intently before he finally let him go, dropping his body to the floor. Klaus sighed as he turned, sparing Jordanna a quick glance to make sure that she was alright, finding that she was unconscious before he turned back to his brother. "I'm not going to kill you, you idiot!" He retorted, voice breaking slightly, "Despite your behaviour, you're still my brother!"

Kol glanced up at him with a confused expression written across his face as he attempted to catch his breath. "Yeah, just the one you dagger repeatedly," he remarked.

Klaus rolled his eyes. "I've daggered all of you! Each for your own good! If you don't agree with my motives, fine. I never claimed to be the bastion of temperance! But stop this drivel about being singled out and unloved," he stated before approaching his younger brother, crouching down in front of him, "You are a Mikaelson. You're my blood. And I need you. I need you by my side."

Kol swallowed roughly, a reserved look on his face as he stared at Klaus, "What does it even mean, Nik? Hm? You talk about family; family this, family that. I haven't even earned the right to share your secrets, have I?"

Klaus shook his head slowly. "No. You haven't. But, by all means, brother, prove yourself. It's not too late," he smiled, holding his hand out for his brother.

Kol narrowed his eyes lightly at the gesture before taking it as they both stood to their feet. "Finn wants your blood. He promised to heal me if I delivered it," he revealed quietly, sparing his sister and Jordanna a quick glance over Klaus' shoulder.

Klaus sighed. "You know where he is?"

Kol nodded in answer. "You've gotta tell me why he wants it," he pleaded. Klaus whirled around, unsure before Kol spoke up again. "Look, Nik, you've got to trust me for once in your life and I will stand by your side! I promise."

Klaus turned to him in surprise, "You would risk your life to help me?"

Kol shrugged with a small nod. "I know enough about dark magic to know that I'm hexed," he gulped roughly as tears began to surface. "No matter how much hope Anna has there's no reversing what Finn's done, which makes him a murderer and a liar. And if I'm gonna die, I'll be damned if he gets what he wants."

Klaus nodded lightly. "Finn has been dead to me for a long time. Tonight, I intend to make that official. Help me, and then I will share my secret with you," Klaus promised, sparing Jordanna another glance as he and Kol slowly strode in her direction. "She thought you should know, but you know me and my paranoia," he smiled down at her as he took in the pained expression on her face as her brows pinched together before he looked back at his brother, smile slowly growing. "But if you ever hurt her again I will gladly tear out your tongue and feed it to Davina."

Kol let out a snort, shaking his head, "I don't expect any less Nik. You're still her little dog, I see," Kol taunted, Klaus shot him a dangerous look, yet both Mikaelson's were secretly happy that they were on talking terms again, "You are well and truly whipped, brother."

"Perhaps," Klaus murmured before turning to Kol with a wide grin, "Doesn't mean I haven't wanted to snap her neck. I'd dagger her if I could, yet I fear if I did she wouldn't be awake a lot. You know how she is, brother. Jordanna and her incessant nagging," he rolled his eyes playfully, yet a small smile sat on his lips as he glanced back down at her.

"I quite like her nagging," Kol added, "When she nags you get pissed off, and that alone brings me joy," he grinned.

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Jordanna sat on the floor of her bedroom, legs criss-crossed as she rolled her fingers—stretching them out after Kol threw that powder on her.

Speaking of Kol; he, Klaus and Rebekah had gone out to the bell-tower where Finn was supposedly residing and Jordanna stayed back.

Of course she didn't let them leave without a 'nag' as they so kindly put it. She wasn't unconscious, assholes ( insert eyeroll ), she could still hear them, it just hurt to move, open her eyes, breathe—literally do anything.

So she smacked Kol upside the head for putting her in pain, Klaus for saying how he basically dreams of snapping her neck and daggering her ( double asshole! ) and Rebekah? Well, Rebekah got special treatment for simply being Rebekah, after all the Mikaelson did join her in smacking Kol upside the head.

Jordanna stopped cracking her fingers as her phone buzzed, she rose a brow as she picked it up.

KOALA
i do hope you named him
after me, darling. nik and
bex are yet to reveal his name
so i'm hoping it's a surprise
for me ;)

Jordanna rolled her lips into her mouth as a smile formed on her face—I guess he knows now.

ANNA
afraid not, next
one sure

KOALA
.....

ANNA
i was joking
asshat

KOALA
no no
i like it

Jordanna pulled a face.

we should make
the next one, imagine
what it'd look like
with us as parents.

ANNA
davina u little
shit

KOALA
she can join if
she wants, the more
the merrier

ANNA
choke.
actually no, i hope
davina chokes u

KOALA
so do i anna
so do i

ANNA
u disgust me
go away, u need to
help nik and bex

KOALA
only for u ;)

Jordanna rolled her eyes before she threw her phone onto the bed, knowing that if she left it in her hands she'd get distracted and lose concentration.

It always happened. Like if she was cleaning and found an item she hadn't seem in months she'd sit and stare at it in awe for a long time before getting back to her original task.

This was the last time she was to do this... spell. Every other time she had done it, it never worked. So if it didn't, she'd give up. But she there was a small ray of hope glimmering through the darkness that clouded over her. She had that damned teddy ( yes, the possessed, evil, scary looking teddy ), she had stolen it from the house and brought it back to New Orleans with her.

The vampire, or, well witch, because she was in 'witch mode' right now, placed the teddy in the middle of the salt circle, that was delicately placed out on the floor, before she pulled Klaus' necklace from around her neck and wrapped it around her hand, gripping it tightly.

No, she didn't need to do that, but it calmed her. It gave her more control of the magic. It was like he was there with her, it gave her a sense of serenity. The moment her hand touched the necklace, it made her feel at peace, it always did.

Her chants started slow and quiet before they grew louder and faster, the unusual language rolled off of her tongue easily as she leant forward, dipping her pointer and middle fingers in a bowl where the blood of a sacrificed snake was held ( gotta love dark magic ) the Jones did an outwards motion, drawing a symbol before she lifted her hands, pressing the crimson tainted fingers against her temples—eyes shut.

Her chanting was strong as she refused to give up. Especially when it all seemed to be going her way; the wind in the room picked up, causing her hair to flail around her as her head involuntarily inched backwards, head pointing towards the ceiling before her eyes shot open—pure, white eyes glared up at the ceiling.

And when she blinked, she was no longer in hers and Klaus' room. It worked. She glanced around at the dark, misty woods that surrounded her in confusion before her brows laced together when a branch in the distance snapped—her head shot in that direction when she caught sight of a small figure running, long, dark hair flailing behind them.

Jordanna didn't think before she vamp-sped over there, stopping in-front of the figure, causing them to halt at her abrupt entrance. The Jones' breath caught in her throat as she stared down at the faintly smiling girl in-front of her. "That's cheating," the young girl told her pointedly.

"What?" Jordanna stuttered out in confusion.

"You used your speed," the child stated, "How will I win?"

"You don't," Jordanna furrowed her brows, tone obvious.

"Because you cheated," the girl stated again, raising her brows as she crossed her little arms over her chest.

"I didn't even know we were fucking racing," Jordanna muttered, staring down at the girl with a scowl. Fucking kids.

"Language," the child sighed.

Jordanna squinted her eyes at the kid. "I'm old enough to—you know what? Doesn't matter," she scoffed before looking down at the girl. "Who are you?" She asked, crouching down to get a better look at the girl.

Her breath caught in her throat as the little girl held her hand out, a white, illuminating ball hovered over her skin—allowing Jordanna to get a proper look at her.

"You don't recognise me?" The girl spoke, furrowed brows.

Jordanna said nothing, remaining silent as she stared at the girl. It couldn't be. But she knew it was. At first she didn't pick up on it, the spell wasn't supposed to drag her out to the woods so it threw her. The girl wasn't supposed to be this old—she was a baby, she died as Jordanna's little baby.

"A-Anastasia?" She managed out, sounding like a stuttering mess but her shock took over her body as it slowly pieced together. The dark, wavy hair to the big, bright blue eyes—the small, barely even there, litter of freckles—

"Yep," she answered, rocking back and forth on her heels.

She didn't know what to do. What does one do when they see their daughter that died six months ago and has aged God knows how many years?

    She hugged her.

Tightly.

A small set of arms wrapped around her neck as Jordanna's shaking body held her close.

Her baby Anastasia.

Jordanna pulled away before cupping her small face in her hands, "Hi," she breathed out, a smile pulled at her lips as her teary eyes stared down at her daughter.

The little girl smiled widely, "Hi mom."

Mom.

"I'm confused. H-How are you h-" she cut herself off, "How old are you right now?"

"Seven," Anastasia answered, smiling as her mom took both her small hands in one of hers.

"Seven?" Jordanna frowned, fiddling with the small, dainty fingers to ignore the tremor in her own.

"You'll see," she answered simply before she exhaled and the light that sat in her palm went out.

She blinked and she was back.

Her heart was racing in her chest, hands shaking as she froze in shock. A soft shuffling noise pulled her dazed stare from the wall opposite her, she looked down at the floor, frowning in confusion. The teddy that was once there, was gone.

As if it was never there go begin with.

Jordanna cursed under her breath before she hastily got up and vamp-sped around the Compound in search for Klaus—brushing off the lost teddy, for now.

The vampire bashed into a body, causing her to come to a halt as Klaus' amused, teasing voice rang out, "I know you're happy to see me sweetheart, but calm down," he grinned, steadying her.

Her wide eyes and shaking hands alarmed him, causing the Mikaelson to pause.

"Jordanna? What is it?"

"I spoke to her," she managed out.

"Spoke to who?" He frowned in question.

"Our little girl."

author's note
endings rushed but i just cba;))