chapter twenty one

give them hell

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'𝚒𝚏 𝚒
𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎
𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔
𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢'

      JORDANNA RUBBED HER eyes as she made her way into Klaus' study. Five days of pure shit, she was tired and she had a feeling. A feeling that she knew was bad—you know it was the feeling you couldn't describe but you could feel? It was like a pit in the bottom of her stomach, a bottomless pit that made her feel sick to her stomach just thinking about it.

      Over the course of those five days she had tried to push it away. She had tried to ignore that nagging feeling, she tried to push it to the back of her head—but it stayed, haunting her. Five days she spent in Mystic Falls, five days.

      Five days comforting Caroline, sitting with Liz in the Forbes house, slowly watching the light, that bright, shining, light leave Liz Forbes' eyes.

      As much as she wanted to stay longer she couldn't. She stayed with Caroline after everyone had left the church—the pair just sat by the casket in pure silence. The two then took a walk around the Town Square and then when she had finally dropped the Forbes vampire back off at home, Caroline turned it off.

      But she didn't find out about that until this morning, the second she had left Caroline's house she had began her journey back to New Orleans. She had to go back because of that feeling.

      Besides she had a plan to get Caroline's humanity back on. After the baby was born she'd show up on her college dorm door-step and shove the kid in her arms.

      Boom.

      Job done, problem solved.

      I mean, it wasn't exactly the most thought out plan there was but what could she do? Her mom had died—if turning it off was how she was going to deal with it, let her. Obviously she wasn't going to leave her like that forever but, she just wanted to give her time.

      That may have been stupid, it may not have been . . . I guess we'll see.

      As the witch strolled into Klaus' study she found Genevieve and Klaus. The Mikaelson impatiently pacing back and forth up the room, the redheaded witch sat by the large table as she inspected a page out of Esther's grimoire.

      Jordanna internally laughed, if Genevieve knew of the many things that had happened on that table she doubt she'd want to sit there anymore.

      Genevieve's gaze didn't shift as she felt the witch's presence, Jordanna made her way into the room—the redhead's eyes stayed glued on the grimoire alone. "Your mother's spell is as complicated as it is elegant. She was clearly a very gifted witch."

      Jordanna rolled her eyes as she made her way over to the bookcase, grabbing her own grimoire before turning her head to the older witch, "Stop kissing Esther's ass, she's dead. She can't hear you."

      If you were wondering why Jordanna herself wasn't doing the spell, there was one reason as to why—Klaus. His overprotective ass wouldn't let her go anywhere near it, with it being the last month of the pregnancy he was getting paranoid if she did a strong spell, like that one, she would overwhelm herself and the baby—she understood his worries, but she'd be fine.

      Like she said, she always was.

      Genevieve rolled her own eyes, opening her mouth to retort something when the sheet of paper was snatched from her grasp. She looked up to find Klaus standing in front of her with an irritated look on his face.

     Jordanna sauntered past him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek she threw a shit eating grin towards Genevieve before she made her way out of the study.

      Jordanna found her way around the Compound, smiling at Elijah in passing before she finally made it to Hayley's room. The Marshall hybrid sat on the floor, crossed legged as she awaited the witch's arrival.

      Jordanna grinned as she waved her grimoire around before she placed it to the ground, beside Hayley. She grabbed a couple of candles and placed them in a circle on the hardwood floor.

      Taking a seat, she copied Hayley's actions and crossed her legs, she waved her hands over the unlit candles and watched as they set aflame.

      Hayley warily stared down at the candles as Jordanna pulled off one of her necklace's from around her neck and placed it in the middle of the circle, "Are you sure you wanna do this? You remember the last time we tried to do one of your freaky, witchy, séance things?"

     Jordanna snorted, of course she remembered. Way back when the two had first met, the young teenager had dragged Hayley to the back alley of the bar she worked at and tried to summon her mother.

      Instead of some sort of a sign from Mary-Anne all they got was a drunk man, stumbling his way down the darkened, damp alley, flashing them a grin with his crooked, rotten, not so pearly whites.

     "Yes, I'm sure," Jordanna insisted before she reached her arms out in front of her. "Now give me your hands, wolf-girl."

      Hayley rolled her eyes before reluctantly reaching out, placing her hands in Jordanna's, interlocking their fingers together. Her eyes widened slightly as the flames rose, "I don't see why you holding my hand makes any difference."

      Jordanna's eyes snapped open before an irritated look pulled at her face. She dropped one of Hayley's hands and swiped her own across the air, watching as one of the pillows from the bed hit the Marshall in the head, "Shut up! You're fucking with my concentration."

      Hayley nibbled on her bottom lip before huffing, finally shutting her eyes. Jordanna's quiet chants filled her ears as she felt the air in the room pick up, creating a soft wind. A squeeze on her hand caused her eyes to flutter open before they widened once again—watching as Mary-Anne's old necklace, Jordanna's necklace, began floating.

      Hayley's lips pulled up as she shared a smile with Jordanna, only for that smile to fall and her breath to get caught in her throat as her vanity mirror, that sat on the desk, suddenly smashed.

      Jordanna pursed her lips and pulled a face as the wind grew harsher. "Well, that can't be good," she muttered under her breath.

      "No kidding," Hayley snapped quietly, head whipping around as another mirror, one that was hung up on the wall, smashed, the framed painting beside that doing the same. "Jordanna." The Marshall breathed out in worry.

      The witch merely rolled her eyes. "Relax, Hales. Cleary momsies got something to tell me." Hayley gave her a deadpanned look when the witch began speaking again. "Mom, you there?"

      And the light bulb popped.

      Jordanna snorted in amusement, looking over at Hayley with a toothy grin, "See? I'm getting better at this séance shit."

      "Sure . . . " Hayley trailed off, tone sarcastic as hers and Jordanna's faces were only shown in the sheer illumination of the candles, the golden colour contouring across their features.

      "You, uh—got something to tell me?" Hayley sighed impatiently at Jordanna's words, this wasn't how talking to the dead was supposed to go was it?

      Nothing . . . Nothing . . . And, oh, guess what? Nothing.

      But then, the flames rose higher and Jordanna's mouth fell agape as she stared at something on the wall behind Hayley. The Marshall turned with a frown etched onto her face before it dropped, she swallowed the lump in her throat and turned back to Jordanna, who stared at the wall with a tilted head.

      "What the Hell does that mean?"

      Jordanna's eyes were fixated on the symbol on the wall, painted in an ashy, charcoal dust.

      "Death."

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      Jordanna sat in an armchair as she watched Elijah hastily dial his brother's number. The witch picked at her nails as she stared into space.

     Death.

      She knew something was up, she could feel it. But death?

      Who the fuck was going to die?

     "Yes, brother, what is it?" Klaus' voice cut Jordanna from her thoughts, the witch cleared her throat quietly before pushing herself up from the chair and coming to a stand beside an anxious Hayley.

      "It appears our wolves have gone astray brother," Elijah replied, sighing deeply. After the séance Hayley began to grow concerned on where Jackson and Oliver were, so to ease her worries Jordanna had brought her to Elijah—who in turn called Klaus.

      "They should have been back hours ago," Hayley cut in, voice filled with worry.

      "We need to find them," Elijah interrupted.

      "Well, that might be a bit tricky. You see, we've located their car on a back road in the middle of nowhere. I suspect they've been shanghai'd," Klaus responded casually from his place atop the roof of a building as he walked across the edge with a small smile.

      "And you didn't feel the need to share this information?" Elijah asked, rolling his eyes as he pinched between his eyebrows—sharing a look with Hayley.

      "It was my intention to present you with a problem only after I had found an appropriate solution," Klaus replied smoothly.

      "Do enlighten us," Elijah spoke, tone laced with annoyance as he and the two women awaited his brother's response.

      "I'm closing in on it as we speak. The only person who would be bold enough to snatch my wolf allies is the one who has the most to lose," Klaus explained.

      "Marcel," Elijah muttered with a sigh.

     Jordanna pursed her lips as Hayley's head snapped toward the phone—eyes growing wide in fear. "No! He'll kill them," the hybrid rushed out, Elijah placed a hand on her shoulder in comfort.

      "Genevieve assures me that Marcel has procured a cloaking spell," Klaus told them. "The only witch who will aid Marcel is Davina. I just need to get one last bit of leverage before I pay her a visit."

      "I swear to god, if you touch Davina or Josh, I will cut off your dick," Jordanna told the Mikaelson as she snatched the phone from Elijah's grip, the older Mikaelson cleared his throat awkwardly at her words.

      Klaus opened his mouth to retort something before sighing, "Alright, alright. As you wish." He stared down at Josh with narrowed eyes—how the hell did she know that he was planning on using the newly turned vampire as Davina leverage?

      Jordanna grinned ear to ear, "Thank you. Love you."

      And she hung up.

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      Jordanna's fingers tapped against her face as she held her chin in her palm, her elbow rested on the armrest of the chair she was seated in as her eyes followed Hayley as she paced up and down the room.

      "Elijah should have called by now," Hayley said anxiously, biting down on her bottom lip in fear.

      "Worrying isn't going to help, you should sit down, try to keep calm," Genevieve advised with a sigh, eyes darting between the two. "You're going to stress Jordanna out, and that is not good for the baby."

      Jordanna lifted her eyes, glaring at the older woman, "I'm fine, not stressed at all."

      "What are you now, magician slash zen-life coach?" Hayley retorted sarcastically as she came to a stop beside the armchair Jordanna was seated in.

     Genevieve merely rolled her eyes, "The treatment of a pregnant woman has advanced remarkably since I was a nurse, but even I know high blood pressure is bad for Jordanna, and her baby. Especially now, since she's so close to term and you pacing up and down isn't helping her."

      Hayley sighed and grumbled under her breath before she moved, taking a seat on the couch, "I hate this, I feel completely useless."

      Genevieve huffed, "Don't you get it? You're the point of all this. Klaus and Elijah running all over town? It's all for you," the red-head turned to face Jordanna, "For both of you. I'm a bit envious."

      "That's lovely to know. Really," Jordanna rolled her eyes.

      "Is there anything I can get either of you?" Genevieve asked, taking a seat beside Hayley. "Do you need anything?" She asked the younger witch as she turned to her.

     "No. What I need, is for you to leave," Jordanna waved a hand in a 'shoo' motion, Genevieve rolled her eyes and turned to Hayley with raised brows.

      Hayley lifted her chin, looking up to the redhead with a wide, fake smile plastered on her face, "How about a moonlight ring?"

      Genevieve sighed, opening her mouth to speak before Jordanna cut in. "She needs the stones, and the moon has to reach it's apex," she gestured out to the window, where the sun blared into the room. "Which, clearly, it's not, so . . . I'm going to sleep. Wake me when they're back."

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      Jordanna was leant against a table as she and Hayley waited for Elijah and Klaus to return with Jackson—when the three finally returned they looked rather dishevelled and covered in ash?

      "Thank God you're alive," Hayley breathed out in relief as she threw herself into Jackson's arms—Jordanna placed a hand on Elijah's arm in passing as she watched him stare at the two jealously. "Thank you," Hayley whispered, staring at the Mikaelson over Jackson's shoulder.

      "I'm fine, too, thanks for asking," Klaus muttered, leaning against the doorway as he narrowed his eyes at the four.

     "Good, you're alive," Jordanna smiled teasingly at the original hybrid as she came to a stop beside him. Klaus rolled his eyes playfully and placed a hand on the side of her neck—pulling her into him before he pressed a kiss to her head.

    "Hey, Fabio," Jordanna called out to Jackson who looked her way, she rose her brows at him as he pulled away from Hayley. "You're getting blood on my floors."

      Jackson smiled sheepishly as he wiped a hand across his bleeding face—glancing down at the droplets that had hit the ground. Hayley guided the werewolf to the couch and began tending to his wounds, earning a pained hiss from the Kenner man. Jordanna's eyes subtly darted across Klaus' face—even though she knew that, had he been hurt, he would've healed.

  "What about the stones?" Hayley questioned, looking between the three men.

   "Scattered across the bed of the Mississippi, I'd imagine," Elijah sighed.

     Klaus nodded in agreement as he twisted a strand of Jordanna's hair around his finger—her body leaning against his, "Marcel's not a fool. He knows an empowered werewolf army would mean the end of vampires in New Orleans. The explosion is his way of saying he means to prevent that. For all the good it'll do him."

      "Well, it did him pretty damn well, didn't it?" Hayley muttered, scoffing as she did.

      Jackson looked down, guiltily, "This is my fault. I'll find a way to fix it."

      Hayley shook her head, placing a hand on his shoulder as she lifted his chin, looking him in the eyes, "No, Jack, you're hurt. No one's blaming you."

      "I'm blaming you," Klaus spoke up, quite loudly, Jordanna let out a small snort before pursing her lips as Hayley shot her a glare. "Those stones will be hard to replace. Fortunately, I always have a back-up plan."

       Jordanna's brows pinched together, "What did you do?"

      Klaus merely smirked as he pulled her along with him. They exited the room and made their way down the stairs. "Oh . . . What the fuck? That's your backup plan?" Jordanna whispered to Klaus as she spotted Francesca making her way into the Compound, followed by five other men.

      "You can't seriously mean her? She's a gangster!" Hayley crossed her arms over her chest as they reached the landing, glaring at Klaus.

      "I see her more as a means of procuring rare items at short notice," Klaus mumbled to the two before taking his hand off of Jordanna's shoulder and taking a step closer to Francesca, a false smile on his lips. "Greetings, Ms. Correa! I see you've brought company."

      Francesca nodded with a smile as she gestured to the men behind her. "These are my brothers. I always include them in delicate business matters," the woman turned to her brothers. "Fellas, meet Mr. Mikaelson."

      "Please, call me Klaus. All my friends do," Klaus responded.

      "I don't know if I'd call us friends," Francesca said causing an amused smile pull at Jordanna's lips as Klaus pursed his own. Francesca reached into the briefcase that was clutched in her brother's hand and pulled out a black draw string bag. "But if you and Marcel are planning on having a little throw down, I'd prefer my family to be on the same side as the inevitable victor."

      "Then you have what I asked for?" Klaus questioned, a smirk resting on his lips as the Guerrera woman held out the small bag, Jordanna took a curious step forward as she watched the exchange.

      "Not enough for an army at such short notice, but it's a start," Francesca spoke as she handed the small bag off to Klaus.

      Elijah stepped forward, coming to Jordanna's side as he frowned, looking over at his brother, "Strange, I wasn't aware that she was familiar with our plan."

      "My price for doing business is full disclosure. Your brother complied," Francesca explained, eyes sweeping over the three who were giving her hostile looks.

      "And what do you get out of it?" Jordanna rose a brow.

      Elijah hummed in agreement, "Yes, what does the Human Faction stand to benefit from all of this?"

      Francesca narrowed her eyes at the pair before a sigh slipped from her lips, "I only want us to solidify our allegiance to the ruling class. It's good for business."

      Klaus stared down at the black stones in the palm of his hand before his eyes flickered back up to the Guerrera woman, "If only everyone shared your capacity for reason."

      Francesca chuckled while Hayley, Jordanna and Elijah shared weirded looks, "Sadly, they don't. Marcel is being especially vindictive. I'm worried he might come after me, or my family, just for meeting you. It might be in our best interests if we combine our efforts."

      Jordanna caught Hayley's eye, the witch understood the look she gave her, the Jones sent her a subtle shake off the head, don't trust her.

      "So be it," Klaus spoke, almost joyfully as a large smile tugged at his lips. "The more bodies we have to defend the Compound, the better. Let's get started, shall we?"

      As everyone made their way up the stairs, Jordanna lingered behind before she caught grip of Francesca's arm, Francesca gritted her teeth as Jordanna's nails dug into her skin—the Guerrera family came to a halt as they stared apprehensively at the young witch.

      The witch turned her head, lips near her ear. "I don't trust you, understood? So, if I find out you're fucking us over, I will kill you."

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      Jordanna stood with her arms crossed over her chest as she, Klaus, Hayley and Elijah watched Genevieve cast the moonlight spell.

      Francesca ran into the room the five were in, a frightened expression accompanied her face, "My people say Marcel is on the move, and he's bringing friends."

      "Get them two to safety," Klaus pointed toward the two women, looking toward his brother before he pressed a chaste kiss to Jordanna's head and rushed out of the room.

      "Don't die!" Jordanna yelled out after him.

     "Come with me," Elijah demanded, yet his voice was soft as he attempted to direct Jordanna and Hayley out of the room.

      "No," Hayley refused, carefully removing Elijah's hand from her arm. "Someone needs to watch her," she gestured toward Genevieve.

      "Yeah, and someone needs to watch Hayley," Jordanna smiled, wrapping an arm around the Marshall woman's shoulders. "You know, make sure she doesn't tear Gwenny's throat out or anything like that," Jordanna smiled tightly as Genevieve looked up at her with a deadpanned look.

     "You should help Klaus. My brothers and their security detail won't be much against a vampire army. I'll stay with them," Francesca spoke up.

      Jordanna pulled a face, before she shook her head with a sigh. She met Elijah's eyes and he gave her a hesitant look. "I'll be fine, Elijah," she told him.

      Elijah reluctantly nodded, his eyes flitting along to Hayley. "Go, Elijah," the Marshall told him, looking him in the eye. "And don't hold back."

      "Give them hell gorgeous!" Jordanna shouted out to his retreating figure. "And don't let Nik die, or I'll kill you!"

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      "I need a piss but I don't wanna bump into vamp squad out there," Jordanna whispered to Hayley, who sat beside her, opposite Genevieve who concentrated on the spell.

       "Can't you just use your witchy powers if you see them?" Hayley questioned, frowning as she whispered back.

      "I could, but that's a lot of effort," Jordanna grumbled under her breath, huffing as she leant back in her seat—crossing her arms over her chest.

      One of Francesca's bodyguards made their way into the room, whispering something in her ear causing her to hold a hand up. "Not yet," she told him, stopping him in his place.

      "Ms. Correa, we need to go. Your brothers are already headed out the back," the man insisted, Francesca merely ignored him, rolling her eyes.

     Jordanna pulled her phone from her bra, frowning before a groan left her mouth as she read the name of the person who had been relentlessly calling her.

      Camille.

      "The stones are finished. I've done my part. Now, it's up to you," Genevieve announced as she stopped chanting, picking up a stone she examined it.

     "I'll get them to the Bayou," Hayley said, stepping forward to grab the stones from Genevieve's hand, Jordanna slowly rising to her feet.

     Francesca rushed over to the redhead and held her hand out causing confused expressions to pull at Jordanna's and Hayley's faces.

      "Actually, she was talking to me," Francesca said with a fake smile on her lips.

      Jordanna's face fell flat, an irritated sigh left her lips, "What the fuck is going on?"

      Genevieve handed the woman the moonstones as Francesca lifted her eyes, she looked at the two with a smirk on her face. "Call it a side deal," the woman shrugged. "The point is, I'm taking the stones."

      Jordanna and Hayley shared a look as the woman turned to walk passed them. Jordanna spun on her heels and reached out, grabbing Francesca by the hair causing her to halt as Hayley sped in front of her. "Are you out of your mind? You think the humans can go up against Klaus?" Hayley shouted angrily as Francesca slapped Jordanna's hand away, shooting her a glare, Jordanna merely smiled.

      "No, I don't," Francesca huffed as she turned to face Hayley. "But I'm not human." In one quick motion, Francesca pulled a knife out before she slashed the throat of her bodyguard. Hayley's eyes widened as Jordanna opened her mouth to complain about the crimson covering her floors.

      Jordanna blinked as the woman doubled over in pain before she looked back up at the two, eyes shining a golden colour as she bared her fangs. "I'm like you, Hayley. And now, I'm gonna take back my town!"

      "Yeah, I don't think so," Jordanna shook her head as Hayley bared her own fangs, just about to lunge at the woman before Genevieve came up behind her and with one sharp movement of her wrist, she snapped the Marshall's neck.

      Jordanna's eyes widened as she watched Hayley drop to the ground in a temporary death, she turned to the redhead and raised her own hand, "You bitch!"

      But before a chant could slip past her lips, a rush of dizziness overcame her and her legs gave out, darkness taking over her sight before she, too, fell to the ground.

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      A large group of witches, including Genevieve and the Harvest girls (minus Davina), dragged a strongly fighting Jordanna down the aisle of the church.

      Jordanna screamed and screamed so loudly that the energy from her magic—caused the building to harshly shake. Monique's eyes widened as she turned to Abigale, the other Harvest girl, "Get the herbs ready!"

      Another scream erupted from Jordanna's lips causing the long curtains that draped over the windows to set aflame. Genevieve gulped as she stared back at the bright flames, waving a hand she watched as the fire died down before she turned to the other witches, "Get her down on the floor."

       "We should take her to the City of the Dead," Monique suggested, looking toward Genevieve.

      "Shut your mouth, you little brat," Jordanna breathed out in pants as her chest heaved up and down before she turned to the redhead. "Is this revenge or something? If so, he doesn't like you, get over it," she gritted out as another yell of protest slipped from her lips.

      Genevieve shook her head, ignoring the young witch, "We won't make it, the baby is coming now!"

      All emotion dropped from Jordanna's face, other than the sheer look of fear. "No! Genevieve, it's too soon!" She yelled out. "It's too soon!"

      "Apparently not," Genevieve muttered under her breath, looking down at her sympathetically.

      Monique grabbed Genevieve by the arm as Jordanna continued to scream out in pain, "The plan was to induce her when the sacrifice was ready!"

      Genevieve sighed in annoyance as she shrugged Monique's arm off of her, "I had to subdue her, and the trauma caused a placental abruption, so the baby is coming and we'll have to adapt."

      "Let go of me!" Jordanna screamed out causing a vase to shatter, the pieces of glass hit the ground as she cried out, fighting against their hold.

      "You need to be calm, Jordanna," Genevieve told her, looking hesitantly over to the other witches. "She doesn't have control of her magic, get the herbs now!"

      "Why are you doing this?" Jordanna asked, voice breaking slightly as she spoke.

      "To be reborn, you must sacrifice," Monique recited as she passed the herbs off to a witch—who began making their way to a struggling Jordanna. The Jones witch's legs flew about whilst two others held her down by her arms as she struggled against them.

      Another scream left her mouth as the witch attempted to shove the crushed herbs down her throat. The sound of someone else's screams, besides Jordanna's, caused Genevieve to look up as the witch who held the herbs in hand, too, set aflame. She nodded at Monique who quickly rushed toward them, waving her hand she quickly grabbed the herbs, passing them over to Genevieve as the crisp, burnt body dropped to the floor.

      Genevieve frantically tried to shove the herbs down her throat as she screamed, she tightly gripped onto her jaw and tried to get her to swallow, which only resulted in the Jones spitting them back at her face.

      Genevieve clenched her own jaw and sent a harsh slap across her face, Jordanna stilled for a moment in shock—giving Genevieve chance to shove them in her mouth, holding onto her face, forcing her to swallow.

      "To be reborn, you must sacrifice," Monique spoke again as Jordanna fought against them—uselessly now, as of the herbs stopping her magic.

      "What the fuck are you talking about you psychotic little bitch?" Jordanna gritted her teeth as the foul taste of the herbs rose up, she glared at the two as she fought against the witches.

     "The ancestors demand an offering in exchange for power," Genevieve told her, causing Jordanna to pause.

      Monique smiled sickly sweet as she stared down at the witch, "You and your child will be a fine offering."

      "No! You touch my baby and I will kill you, do you understand me? Let me go you fucking bitch!" Jordanna screamed out, still struggling against them as her heart pounded against her chest.

      "No, you won't!" Monique stated matter-of-factly. "And neither will Klaus or Elijah, or Hayley or Naomi. When your baby is born, you will offer it up to those who came before us, it'll be your chance to redeem yourself after siding with the Mikaelson's rather than your own kind."

      "Are you fucking stupid? Let me go you sick, little bitch!" Jordanna cried out again, voice straining as it began to grow sore.

      "I'm sorry, Jordanna, but this is the way it has to be," Genevieve said sympathetically.

      "No! No it doesn't," Jordanna yelled out, voice turning to pleads. "Genevieve, just let me go, okay. Please?"

      "I'm sorry," she whispered under her breath before Jordanna's screams cut her off again, the agonizing yells that came from the teenager pained her.

      Jordanna's voice echoed across the church, bouncing off the walls loudly—all those with supernatural hearing could hear her miles away, her pained, agonized screams. Outside, Klaus weakly limped down the street as he heard Jordanna's calls, her cries. His own heart strumming against his ribcage in fear as he heard her, the hybrid let out his own yell—screaming at the top of his lungs in the middle of the road before he made his way to her.

AUTHORS NOTE.

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(edited 06/04/22)