chapter thirteen

human blood bank

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         JORDANNA SAT CONTENTLY in the courtyard, texting Caroline as the blonde spammed her with text messages, the Forbes girl was currently sat in a lecture—spending the entirety of it messaging Jordanna, telling her how much she hates the class and the people in it. Plus Elena sat in front of her and anytime she looked at her she had to fight the urge to rip her hair from her scalp. Though she had made it abundantly clear that the only reason she continued to actually turn up for class was so she could gawk at this boy—Sam, I think that's his name, Jordanna didn't really have a clue. 

       Loud, sluggish footsteps echoed through the Abattoir causing Jordanna's head to snap aside as she pressed send before she placed her phone down onto the table in front of her, her eyes fell onto Marcel — who made his way down the stairs, into the courtyard, with a bottle of bourbon held tightly in his hand.

        "Hey, Marcel," Diego greeted as his eyes fell on the Gerard vampire, he started making his way over to him. "Maybe you know what's going on. Klaus ordered us to meet here, and now he's a no-show."

          Marcel rolled his eyes lightly, pushing passed Diego with a huff. "What do you want from me? It's a new regime. Get used to it," he told him dryly, making his way over to the small table where Jordanna sat, he briefly placed his hand on her shoulder, giving her a tired nod of the head, she returned it with a smile as he took a seat besides her.

        Jordanna and Marcel's heads perched up as another pair of footsteps echoed through the compound — Klaus and Thierry made their way into the courtyard. 

        "Dearest brethren, your attention, please," Klaus announced, clasping his hands behind his back, smile on his face as everyone turned to look in his direction. "No, doubt, you're all surprised to see Thierry Vanchure, who's supposed to be rotting in the Garden for the crime of killing one of our own, and I personally decided to issue him with a pardon. I hope you all welcome home Thierry."

        A wide smile spread across Thierry's face as Diego threw his arms around his friend — the two shared a hug as Klaus made his way over to Marcel and Jordanna, a smug smile on his face.

         "You're in a good mood," Marcel spoke up dryly, taking a swig of bourbon. "You two should visit Mystic Falls more often."

         Klaus simply looked over in Jordanna's direction with a smirk, the witch playfully rolling her eyes—though a small smile pulled at her lips, Marcel's eyes flickered between them before a disgusted look crossed his face. 

        "Well, as much as I might like to, I have more pressing responsibilities here," Klaus told the vampire before he turned, addressing the crowd of vampires spread across the courtyard. "Now, as you all know, the witch Davina is no longer with us. Without Davina, we can no longer monitor the activity of our witch neighbours. However, since their Harvest failed, their magic will soon be gone forever. Until then, I say we keep them on their toes," he spoke with a smile before turning to Diego. "Diego, I wonder if you might lead a rousting in the cauldron?"

        Diego grinned widely with a nod, turning to the other vampires as they begin to start planning the attack. Marcel grabbed his bottle of bourbon and rose to his feet, attempting to storm out of the room before Klaus stopped him in the doorway. 

        "Marcel, I'd hoped you would join Diego," Klaus tried, looking toward the Gerard with a hopeful smile.

        "Nah," Marcel spoke dryly, shaking his head. "I'm gonna take a personal day. Later JJ." The vampire pushed passed Klaus and made his exit.

        Jordanna pushed herself up from her seat, making her way over to Klaus, the Mikaelson wrapped his arm around her shoulder with a sigh, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he pulled her closer.

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        Jordanna stood boredly on the stairs, twirling a piece of  her hair around her finger as her eyes flickered between the three vampires in the courtyard and the two dead vampires laid desiccated with a small symbols painted on their foreheads. Those symbols being vaguely familiar; curtsey of her parents. Being a witch brought up by witches meant you learnt a lot ( from the age of seven she was taught by her mother up until she died, to being mentored by Sheila Bennett and Gloria, up until their own deaths, that is ). 

         "Someone will die for this!" Klaus exclaimed, pacing up and down—pointing at the bodies in anger.

         "Remarkably, I don't disagree," Elijah spoke, looking towards his brother, clasping his hands together. "However, I would like to know where they learned such dark magic." 

        Jordanna rolled her eyes. It wasn't that hard, Jesus. I mean, though she hadn't tested the waters with dark magic (yet), she could easily do it if she wanted.

        "I had hoped never to see that symbol again. I recall it is the signature of a fool who once stood against us," Klaus' jaw tightened. 

        "Clearly some upstart witch is salvaging old tricks," Elijah told his brother with a hum. 

         "Or," Jordanna drawled, earning their attention. "Did you take a second to think whoever it is you're on about might not be dead?" Jordanna spoke with a pointed look from her place on the stairs. "I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if they were alive, cause, seriously, that wouldn't be the weirdest thing that's happened."

         Klaus pointed toward her in agreement. "She's right, we can't cross that out. If it just so happens to be our little friend from the past I'll do to him as I did in the past." The original turned to Diego. "Diego, when night falls, I want you to gather every vampire in the Quarter. Get me the head of whoever did this and put it on a stick."

         "Yeah. That's gonna be a problem," Diego drawled, looking uneasily towards Klaus, the hybrid stared down at him with raised brows. "Everyone is freaked out, man. We haven't had witches killing vampires in a long time-"

         Ha, Jordanna had killed at least five vampires in the past week. 

        "-Marcel made sure of that."

        Jordanna made her way down the stairs, coming to a stand in front of Diego—next to Klaus. "Maybe they should be scared," Jordanna shrugged her shoulders. "I mean, witches are more powerful than any of you. One word and you go up in flames, one thought and I could have your heart in my hand within seconds," she smiled, balling her fist—suddenly he started spluttering, choking on air. 

         Klaus rolled his eyes, pinching between his brow with a deep sigh. "Jordanna!" Elijah scolded as Diego's hand slapped against his chest—though it did nothing.

         "Yes, dear?" She smiled in amusement, merely turning her head to the Mikaelson, ignoring the harsh coughing coming from the vampire.

         "You will stop that this instant," Elijah sent her a look, pointing a finger in her face—as if that was supposed to be of affect. 

         Jordanna scoffed. "Calm down, Elijah. I was just playing," she dropped her hand, turning to Diego with a smile—only receiving a glare as she placed her hand on his chest, toothy smile wider than ever. "You know I was only playing, don't you, Diego?"

        Diego grunted in answer, moving away from the witch who rolled her eyes. 

        "Now that that's over with," Klaus dismissed Jordanna's actions—failing to hide his amused smile as he sent her a look before turning to the small crowd of vampires. "Marcel has run off like a scared child. You lot are left with me. Now, who of you will fight to defend our home?" He looked around, only to find that no one stepped forward. "Not a single one of you will stand with me, so afraid are you of this new threat? You should know better. I'll handle this myself."

    That's embarrassing, Jordanna grimaced.      

    And he walked off.

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        Jordanna stood in Davina's room, fiddling with one of the dresses she had bought for the young witch, the material danced around her fingers as she stared down at it, a solace look on her face. 

        "Hey," Hayley spoke, making her way into the room.

         "Hey," Jordanna glanced up for a second before looking back down at the dress in her hands. Hayley made her way over to where Jordanna was standing—which was leant against a cabinet, the Marshall picked up a bunch of sketches that laid on the desk, the ones Davina drew of Celeste.

         Hayley took a seat down on Davina's bed, Jordanna's eyes watched her as she flickered through the drawings. 

         "There you are," Elijah spoke up, the two raised their heads to find him stood in the doorway.

        "Here I am," Hayley glanced up before looking back down to the pictures, tone bored as she spoke to him.

        "I'm here too," Jordanna rolled her eyes, Elijah turned his head to her in surprise—not even having noticed her holed up in the room as his eyes were solely focused on the Marshall hybrid.

         "Hello Jordanna," Elijah smiled before he slowly made his way into the room with a pause—gesturing to the sketches in Hayley's lap as he made his way over to her. "Davina's drawings," he stated.

         No shit.

        "Yeah, morbid, I know. I was just thinking . . ." Hayley trailed off.

        "Careful, Hales. Don't wanna hurt yourself," Jordanna muttered, folding the dress in her hands before she placed it back in the drawer. 

         "Anyway," Hayley shot the witch a look, hearing the small murmur of her words as a result of her hybrid hearing. "We never figured out why she drew those pictures of Celeste."

         "Imagine if she's alive, too," Jordanna teased, sending Elijah a look. "Like I said, it wouldn't be much of a surprise."

       "Anyway, I'm just killing time, now that we're on vampire lockdown."

        "I shouldn't be on the stupid lockdown anyway," Jordanna huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's not like I'm gonna actually go anywhere near that dude, I just wanna go shopping for Christ's sake."

       "Whoever did this, we will deal with them. It won't be long," Elijah sent the two a sympathetic look.

        "I'm not worried," Hayley looked up at Elijah—an emotionless look on her face. "Just think it's kind of funny that it took some big, supernatural threat for you to even come into the same room as me," Hayley replied snarkily—Jordanna pursed her lips at the tense atmosphere, shifting her feet awkwardly, she cleared her throat.

        "I'm just gonna—" she pointed toward the door awkwardly. "Yeah," and she made her way out of the room.

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       "Rebekah is not answering her calls." Jordanna heard Elijah say as she made her way into the courtyard.

        The witch took a sip of her drink as she made her way over to the pair, Elijah's face painted with worry.

        "You worried about whoever killed those daywalkers still being out there?" Hayley asked as Jordanna came to a stand besides them, sipping on her drink.

        "It's Bex," Jordanna gave them a look. "Have a little faith, she's strong," the witch shrugged, twisting the cap on her drink before placing it down onto one of the tables. 

        "Frankly, I'm worried that she had something to do with this," Elijah revealed with a sigh, eyes flickering to Jordanna's briefly as she frowned at his words. "She's very displeased with Niklaus, perhaps even conspiring with others."

        Jordanna sighed loudly. "Again? Seriously?" Her eyes followed Elijah's gaze, all the way to Thierry who sat alone at a table—drinking.

        Elijah strode over to the vampire, Jordanna and Hayley shared a glance as they followed after him. The Jones had a look of displeasure on her face as she stood besides the table Thierry sat at. She looked toward Elijah with a disgusted expression. "Him? You've gotta be kidding me."

        "I'm afraid not," Elijah, too, sighed in displeasure at the thought of his sister teaming up with Thierry in attempt of trying to steal her brother and Marcel's kingdom. "Thierry, is it?"

        "That's right," Thierry nodded nervously under the piercing glares he received from the trio, Jordanna watched in slight amusement as his adam's apple bobbed up and down his throat as he gulped roughly.

        "My sister is rather fond of you," Elijah started, moving his hands dramatically—which he normally does when he speaks. "Strange, she's not typically drawn to unremarkable men-"

        Jordanna snorted, it was more typical than he believed — after all, she did have a thing for Matt.

        "-Would you care to explain your sudden magnetism?"

        Thierry shifted as he rose to his feet, trying to move away from the three, his voice sputtering out words awkwardly, "I don't know what you're..."

        Elijah turned to glance at Jordanna, the witch sent him a look — the smallest, most unnoticeable nod of her head. Elijah nodded to himself a few times before he grabbed Thierry by the throat, pushing him roughly against the wall — Thierry's hands wrapped around Elijah's wrists as he choked out, looking toward the two girls who approached them. 

        Hayley looked around cautiously, covering Thierry's body from prying eyes whilst Jordanna gave him a bored look. 

       "You can either tell me what you know, or I can distribute tiny pieces of you throughout the Quarter," Elijah smiled falsely.

        Thierry's eyes widened as Jordanna pointed her finger in Elijah's direction, nodding her head in agreement. "Or I can make you choke on your own blood ... make you rot from the inside out or you can have a lovely slow, painful desiccation. It's your choice, really. Whatever floats your boat."

        Thierry hesitated before speaking. "She asked me to keep an eye out on witch stuff. I found something, and when I showed her, we were jumped by some guy. He desiccated her with his touch."

        "Like a coward, you left her," Elijah's grip tightened around Thierry's neck.

        "What a gentleman," Jordanna rolled her eyes. "So glad we still have some men like you left in the world Thierry," she patted his chest with a sarcastic smile on her face. 

         "What was I supposed to do?" Thierry snapped with a grunt. "Fight some warlock that took out an Original?"

        "Care to share where the fuck this happened?"

        "The docks, warehouse 57," Thierry rushed out. "I was just doing as she asked. You cannot tell Klaus about this," he looked between Jordanna and Elijah at those last few words.

        Elijah shared another look with the witch before releasing his hold on Thierry, Jordanna swiped her hand and the vampire went flying into the wall behind them—immediately being knocked unconscious.

        "I shall take that into consideration," Elijah spoke, merely sparing a quick glance over his shoulder at the crumpled, limp body of the vampire behind him. 

        "Hm."

          "I'm coming with you," Hayley stepped forward, worry covering her as she thought of the blonde original.

        "Same," Jordanna told him, stepping forward, crossing her arms over her chest.

        "No, stay here," Elijah shook his head. "The compound is safe." The Mikaelson told them pointedly.

          "It's Rebekah, Elijah," Jordanna gave him a look. "Besides, you can't tell me what to do. Not unless you want to lose an eyeball."

        Hayley nodded in agreement, "Rebekah is in trouble. We're going."

        Elijah sighed, staring at them for a moment in consideration. "Do not leave my sight. Understood?"

        The two nodded before he grabbed a hold of them and sped off. 

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        Jordanna, Hayley and Elijah strode into the docks. Their eyes fell onto Rebekah who laid on the floor desiccated— salt surrounding her body.

       "Rebekah!" Elijah exclaimed, running towards her—the two girls following his actions, Jordanna came to a stop just before the salt as the other two attempted to kneel by her, the barrier only pushing them back.

        "What's happening?" Hayley asked, a frown etched onto her face.

        "It's a boundary spell, Hales," Jordanna told her, rubbing her glossed lips together anxiously. Her pregnancy had been weird—it made her feel a shit ton of different emotions like caring. Obviously she cared about Rebekah before she got pregnant but she was better at hiding it—she liked her cool, calm exterior not this worried, gnawing on her lip shit.

        It fucked up her whole scary vibe thing she had going on.

        Elijah nodded in her direction, "someone is channelling her. Typically, it's a lethal process, but, because she's an Original, she can't die. Instead, she's an endless source of power."

        "So what are we supposed to do?" Hayley frowned, concern pulling at her face.

        "Break the seal, duh," Jordanna told her with squinted eyes as she stared down at the salt.

        "We have to get her out of there," Elijah told her, spinning on his feet he turned to Jordanna—a look of worry mixed with concern on his face. "What do we do?"

        Jordanna took small steps towards the salt lining, kneeling down she sighed deeply. "It's simple really. All you need to do is spoil the balance—add a more potent ingredient, a binding agent. Seeing as I didn't bring my little cauldron and rock salt I guess we're gonna have to go for something a little closer to home."

        Elijah's face relaxed in realization as he looked down to her. "The blood of a witch."

       "Ding, ding, ding," Jordanna sang sarcastically as she looked back down at the salt lining. "I'm a human blood bank, I swear to God."

        Elijah huffed out a chuckle, holding his hand out to her, she gave him a weird look before opening her palm, her eyes trailed down the skin, watching with a slight wince as her palm slowly sliced itself open. She twisted her hand, letting the blood fall down onto the boundary line. 

        The salt slowly started to fizz and deteriorate. The Mikaelson hesitantly reached a hand across the barrier, soon enough being able to get through he quickly picked up Rebekah and pulled her out. Turning to Hayley he gave her a quick nod, the hybrid nodded in understanding as she grabbed a hold of Jordanna's hand and sped off—the four of them leaving the warehouse.

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        Jordanna shoved her phone into her pocket, a tired sigh fell from her lips as she pushed passed the crowd of vampires gathered at the bottom of the courtyard—Klaus and Marcel stood atop of the balcony, seeming to be making a speech.

        She had just finished a two hour call with Caroline and Stefan, the two ranting about the bitch herself — Elena Gilbert. Not being funny or anything, but Jordanna didn't want to sit and hear about the doppelganger for hours on end, quite frankly, it made her sick to her stomach. 

        Luckily enough for her, Stefan had reminded the blonde that they had a party to go to on campus so Caroline—now in a cheerful mood, had let the witch go so she could go get drunk.

        Jordanna had never been so jealous.

        A scowl pulled at her lips as she shrugged passed the mountains of vampires, a small. "Seriously?" Tumbled from her lips as some of the vampires pushed passed her, hitting her on the shoulder whilst doing so.

        To make her life a Hell of a lot easier she swiped her hands—a fake smile pulled at her lips as the vampires shot her looks of annoyance as their bodies were pushed aside by a force of energy.

        Making her way through the, now clear, path she made her way up the stairs and into the study; finding Klaus sitting on an armchair, Marcel sat besides him and Sophie stood in front of the two with her arms crossed over her chest.

       The usual lazy smirk painted on Klaus' face made Jordanna snort internally, this looked like the start of a porno.

        The witch made her way over to Klaus, standing besides his chair before the hybrid grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto his lap as his other hand swirled the contents of his scotch glass around in boredom.

        Jordanna's arm rested around the back of his shoulders, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck—her free hand shot up to wiggle her fingers in Marcel's direction in greeting, the Gerard sent her a grin back before his eyes fell down onto his sire. 

        "I gotta admit, I thought you'd lose a lot more guys than that," Marcel commented.

        "Well, good riddance to them, I say. We've no room for slackers or cowards in our kingdom. Now that you've regained your composure, let's move onto the next item of business shall we? With a little help from our dear friend, Sophie," Klaus smiled sweetly toward the Deveraux who simply glared in his direction.

        "I've got no reason to help you, and I sure as Hell don't have a reason to help him," Sophie snapped earning a noise of amusement to sound from Jordanna's throat.

         "Might I remind you that you kidnapped me, held me hostage in that disgusting cemetery—then threatened me and my child. So you will help us or . . ." A large, toothy smile pulled at Jordanna's lips as she stared at the older witch intently. "I will turn that pea brain of yours into scrambled eggs-" Sophie winced, lifting a hand to her head as a pained noise left her mouth. Sweat dripped down her forehead as Jordanna merely smiled in her direction as the Deveraux doubled over, holding onto a table for stability. "Your choice."

        "Okay!" Sophie shouted, voice breaking. "J-Just stop, alright?"

        Jordanna grinned with a shrug, allowing her hand to fall back into her lap. "Gladly."

          Klaus smiled widely, looking between the two witches as a chuckle left his lips. "Now, if you could explain why a witch I killed has come back for revenge. Come on. Resurrected witches with vast power?"

        "It's the Harvest," Sophie explained with a sigh, gulping as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with the sleeve of her jacket. "To die and be reborn. I don't know how, but someone jacked that power, and they used it to bring back four witches, just not the right ones."

        Marcel and Jordanna shared a look as the Gerard's head perked up, a look of hope spread across his face. "So there's still a chance? If we can get that power back, we can save Davina?"

        "Let's concentrate on the immediate problem, shall we?" Klaus told him, earning a harsh pinch on the back of the neck from Jordanna, he looked up to find her scowling down at him, he sighed. "Papa Tunde wants revenge. He'll continue to attack us, channelling power from the vampires he sacrifices. He kills, he grows more dangerous. So how do I end him? He needs sacrifices to gain power."

        "Hm. You keep him from killing anymore nightwalkers, that's a start," Sophie answered snarkily, Jordanna rolled her eyes, with a deep breath she rested her head against Klaus', squinting her eyes at Sophie before a pained yell left the Deveraux's lips, her eyes fell on Jordanna who simply smiled at her as Sophie pulled her jacket down her arm, finding a raw, burn mark on her shoulder.

        Marcel whistled as Klaus' hand reached up to his jaw, rubbing his stubble in thought. "Unless he finds the one place with a load of vampires ready to be sacrificed." 

        Marcel and Klaus looked at each other in realization, Jordanna huffed as the two rushed out of the room, the witch looked up at the Deveraux with a lazy smirk, shooting her a sarcastic thumbs up before Sophie rushed out of the room, following after the vampires.

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        Jordanna jolted up with a frown, her hand instinctively reached to the bedside table as she grabbed her phone— 3:24am.

        What the fuck?

        She just had a nightmare... jeez.

        The last time she had one of those was probably a few months after her father had killed her mother. 

        Just a bit weird. The strangest thing was what was happening in her dream, the blood, the screaming, her eyes? It was kinda annoying really, it was one of those dreams where you remember it but you don't, you know? Anyway, her eyes, she vividly remembers looking in a mirror and her eyes were white with these red lines surrounding the pupil? Freaky.

          Whatever.

        She'd been watching too much horrors and now was dreaming about herself with creepy eyes... lovely.

       A bright light caused her eyes to flutter, Klaus peered over at her with an inquisitive brow rose. She smiled at him sheepishly, she woke him up.

       "Sorry," her voice was quiet and rough, upon only just having woken up.

        "It's alright, sweetheart," he sighed, pulling her to his chest, his eyes shutting once again. "Go back to sleep, I don't know if I'll be able to deal with that mood of yours if you're tired." There was a light teasing tone to his voice as he shifted in the place—making himself more comfortable.

        Jordanna smiled at him, though his eyes were shut he could feel it, he could tell that she had that stupid, smile on her lips. She sighed heavily against him, her finger trailing down his bare chest in boredom.

        Klaus snatched her hand in his own, opening his eyes slightly to peer down at her with a pointed look. "I won't be able to sleep if you continue doing that," Klaus told her before shutting his eyes again.

        Jordanna gave him an apologetic smile as he rested their hands on his chest, rubbing circles on her hand before the two drifted off to sleep.

AUTHORS NOTE 

baso idk if anyone remembers but in like one of the first chapters jj mentioned somt about not having her magic for a little while and i kinda wanna make like a season 1-2 tvd book about like jj, her dad and that shizzaaa yk idk yet tho lmk what yous think xoxo

anyways if this chap didnt make sense i apologise i havent slept properly in two days and my brains not functioning 

(edited 04/04/22)