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chapter twenty two

dear littlest one

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'๐š’ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š
๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐šŠ๐š—๐š
๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐š
๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž,
๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š
๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š—๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ
๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž'

















one week ago.

ย  ย  ย  JORDANNA SAT ON a rocking chair in the nursery Klaus had done up. A pen and paper in hand as she mindlessly scribbled words down onto the parchment. Her head lifted as she heard shifting before a small smile pulled at her lips as she looked up to find Klaus leaning against the doorway, arms folded across his chest.

ย  ย  ย  "Writing a love letter to one of your many suitors?" Klaus teased, smiling brightly at her as she stared at his gorgeous dimples in a daze. "So, who's the lucky recipient then, sweetheart?"

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna gave him a look and ignored him, this only amused him further causing him to slowly make his way over to her.

ย  ย  ย  "Stefan?" He rose a brow, a faux thinking look painted on his features. "Or, Naomi?" Klaus placed a hand over his heart, a dramatic gasp leaving his lips as a shocked expression worked its way onto his face, "Don't tell me it's me? I knew you were obsessed with me but to go to these lengths of writing me a secret letter is just . . . " Klaus trailed off, looking to the ground as he chuckled to himself.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna placed the pen down onto the paper before a grin tugged at her lips as she brushed her hair over her shoulder, "It's Matt, actually," she told him casually causing his face to drop into a deadpan, this time it was her chance to laugh.

ย  ย  ย  "You're funny," Klaus retorted sarcastically, voice dry as he spoke. "Very funny. Your humour is one of the many reasons I love you."

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna rolled her eyes at the bland tone in his voice as he spoke. "Fuck you, I'm funny," she threw her pen at his head, Klaus pursed his lips, catching it between his fingers before he gently threw it back to her.

ย  ย  ย  A small groan left Jordanna's lips as she shifted in her seat, Klaus rose a questioning brow at her and she gestured down to the large baby bump. "How is our littlest witch?" Klaus asked as his eyes flickered up from the bump.

ย  ย  ย  "An ass. I'm telling you, this kid's gonna be a premier league footballer," Jordanna mumbled with an eyeroll earning an amused smile to curve at Klaus' lips. "Come here."

ย  ย ย  Klaus sighed, making his way over to her before she hastily grabbed his hand and pulled his body closer, placing it on her bump. A small grin painted across his features as he felt the baby kick.

ย  ย  ย  He could not explain how he felt during moments like this, it truly felt like he was floatingโ€”like he was somewhere safer, lighter. No matter how many times he would secretly whisper down to the baby as Jordanna slept, no matter how many times he would feel it kick against his hand, it felt surreal every single time.

ย  ย  ย  Like it wasn't real and he was simply in some other world where he didn't have to worry about enemies, nor keeping up with his dark reputation, his only worry being that Jordanna and their child were safe, taken care of.

ย  ย ย  Another kick against his hand snapped him out of his daze, he met Jordanna's eyes, the two sharing a sheepish smile. Klaus cleared his throat and straightened his back, "Right, I'll leave you to your secret letter then."

ย  ย  ย  He pressed a chaste kiss to her head before he turned and made his way over to the door. He paused in his tracks and turned his head to face her, the witch rose her brows as she stared at him questionably.

ย  ย  ย  "But rest assured, if that letter is to the quarterback, I will burn it along with him," he spoke with a smile before trudging out of the room, Jordanna snorted with a small shake of her head before she picked up the pen sitting on her lap.

ย  ย  ย "Trust me . . . If I ever write a love letter to Matt Donovan you can burn me alive too, 'cause,ย clearly,ย I've gone mental," she muttered to herself.



Dear, littlest one,

Your ass of a father just asked me if this was a love letter, and in a way it is, I guess.

My mother died when I was a child, and even back then, before she passed, she never talked to me about her pregnancy, I guess that was because she was so young and I never asked about it or because she had (stupidly) fallen for my psychopath of a father, who I hope you'll have the pleasure of never meeting. Which, luckily for you, you probably won't because I killed his ass . . . God I hope you're old enough to read this.

Anyway, I thought I'd write to you since pregnancy's made me soft and, excuse my language, but I may be a bit of a bitch when you are older, but for you I'll try hold off.

I will warn you though, if I do come off as a bit of an asshole just buy me shoes and all will be good in the world.

But I just wanted to let you know that I am so excited to meet you. I never really thought of having a child before and now here we are. Knocked up and writing a letter to a baby that isn't even born yet.

Truth is, kid ... this is probably the happiest I've been in a long time. (I think I just threw up in my mouth writing that). Now, what I write in this letter stays between us because I'm being uncharacteristically nice and don't want people thinking I'm going soft. This is reserved for you, and only you. And trust me, if anyone else gets their grimy little fingers on it I will know.ย 

I'm going to apologise in advance, incase I'm a terrible mother, but I promise you I'll try.

Your dad may look like he wants to kill everyone and everything around him, but he has the purest heart and is excited to see you, maybe even a little more excited than I. Your Aunt Caroline has already planned all the trips she's going to take you and your Uncle Stefan ... well, let's just say Stefan is quite literally shitting himself at the thought of looking after you.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that you're loved so much already by so many people. Our very own little miracle baby.

Also, I want to make you a promise. Three things that never had which I guarantee you I will try my hardest to give you. A stable home, someone to remind you everyday that you are loved and someone to fight for you or with you, I mean, come on you're a Jones witch, we both know you can fight your own battles.

But in other words, a family.

Our big, complicated, messed up family.

So there you go kid, a wise word from yours truly. The rest we're going to have to figure out together.

I love you, always.

Mom.





present day.

ย  ย  ย  A high, broken, ear splitting scream left her lips.

ย  ย ย  She shivered, violently sobbing against their hold, sweat trickled down her headโ€”sticking her hair to her wet, tear streaked cheek as wails spilled from her lips, echoing across the church, almost tauntingly. Her pained cries whispered back at her until her throat soon became delicate enough to shatter.

ย  ย  ย  "Let me go Genevieve or so help me God," Jordanna cried out, the end of her sentence straining as she screamed.

ย  ย ย  Labour with no sedativeโ€”what a bitch!

ย  ย  ย  The church doors slammed open, Klaus limped his way down the aisle. Her body shook even more when she saw him, her panicked eyes flickered across his blood covered face and for the first time in knowing her, he watched as an unfamiliar emotion painted her face, vulnerability.

ย  ย  ย ย  A growl left Klaus' lips as he bared his fangs, eyes glowing yellow as he weakly lunged forward to one of the men that stood alongside the witchesโ€”his hands swiped in a quick motion that if you blinked you could've missed as he ripped the man's head clean off.

ย  ย  ย  Unfortunately, for both Jordanna and Klaus, Abigale and Genevieve quickly joined hands, telekinetically pinning Klaus to the wall behind them as he helplessly looked down at Jordanna.

ย  ย  ย  Klaus let out loud, aggravated yells. He called out to Jordanna desperately as he fought against the spell whilst she spat curses at those surrounding her, her chest heaved up and down before another pained noise left her mouth as she thrashed about on the surface she was laid on.

ย  ย  ย  Their cries and yells seemed to merge together as they watched with fearful eyes as Genevieve moved from Jordanna's side and grabbed the same knife that was used for the Harvest.

ย  ย  ย  Wasn't it funny? Two of the most powerful creatures in the world, so utterly useless. Once again ... they'd been bested.

ย  ย  ย  "You should know this brings me no joy. I promise I'll make it quick," Genevieve said, looking between both Klaus and Jordanna as another witch covered Jordanna's lower half.

ย  ย  ย  "Let's begin, shall we?"


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ย  ย  ย  "I will bring hell to your families!" Klaus shouted down at them, tone far from nice as he glared at the witches, watching them assist with the birth of his child.

ย  ย  ย  "One last push!" Genevieve called out to Jordanna as the witch gritted her teeth, subduing her screams as her nails dug into the inside of her knees. "Push!"

ย  ย  ย ย  "What do you think I'm doing?" Jordanna snapped, panting aimlessly before her eyes clamped shut, her teeth bared once again as she groaned.

ย  ย  ย  "The baby's almost here!" Genevieve told her, tone calm.

ย  ย  ย  "I will bathe in rivers of your blood!" Klaus continued his threats, though inside, his heart, his unbeating, dead heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest from how fast it was beatingโ€”or maybe it was him, it was all in his head, he just thought that his heart was about to pump from his chest due to the immerse fear that made his blood hot.

ย  ย  ย  "Shut up!" Jordanna screeched, face strewn with pain.

ย  ย  ย  "I can see the baby!" Monique called out to Genevieve with a small smile on her psychotic face.

ย  ย  ย  "No!" Jordanna cried out, trying desperately to stop the baby. But she guessed she had no choice but to fight, Jordanna would die for this baby, she would die a thousand times over just to make sure they got to live. That they got the life she didn't, the life she once longed for.

ย  ย  ย  If any of those witches put their hands on him or her, they would regret the day they were born.

ย  ย  ย  "Push! Gently, gently!" Genevieve spoke down to Jordanna, pushing a strand of hair from her face before Jordanna moved her head. If she put her fingers any closer, she'd bite them off.

ย  ย  ย  "You will die screaming!" Klaus threatened once again, pushing harder against the wall as he tried, but failed, to free himself from the spell.

ย  ย  ย ย  But then . . . Jordanna fell back, body slacking as her chest heaved up and down as her baby, their baby was born. "There!" Genevieve said, smiling as her eyes flickered between the two.

ย  ย  ย  The screams from Klaus stopped as Jordanna bent her head slightly, looking up at the Mikaelson with the smallest smile as they watched another witch cut the umbilical cord before Genevieve wrapped the baby in a, soft, cotton blanket.

ย  ย  ย  "You have a beautiful baby boy," Genevieve spoke. A small, short gasp left Jordanna's lips as she looked over at her son.ย 

ย  ย  ย  Her son.

ย  ย  ย  "Genevieve, give him to me-" Jordanna started but stopped herself short as a piercing, blood curdling shriek cut her off.

ย  ย  ย  Genevieve's eyes widened as she handed the baby off to another witch before she cautiously lifted the sheet, her eyes nearly popped from her skull at the sight before her.

ย  ย  ย  "She's having another!"

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna shook her head viciously as tears streamed down her face. "No . . . no, not again," she muttered profoundly under her breath, voice breaking as she spoke, her voice sounded muffled as she choked on her tears. "I can't do it again."

ย  ย  ย  Twins.

ย  ย ย  Motherfucking twins . . . makes sense considering that her grandfather was a twin, as was Mary-Anne. Though Mary's sister had died during child birth and it was never spoken of again.

ย  ย  ย  Genevieve rushed over to her side, brushing her hair from her faceโ€”Jordanna being too tired and weak to move did not push her away. Her tearful eyes solely on Klaus as he stared down at her in shock.

ย  ย  ย  "It'll be okay, Jordanna, just a few more pushes," Genevieve instructed.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna shook her head profusely, but complied nonetheless. Strangled cries leaving her lips as she pushed once again until she felt some sort of relief.

ย  ย  ย  Though that relief was short lived.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna lifted her head, teary eyes creased as she frowned. "Why-Why isn't it crying?"

ย  ย  ย ย  Her heart slammed against her chest as Genevieve stared down at the baby, gulping she looked up to the young witch,ย  "It's a girl, a beautiful baby girl."

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna dismissed that, shaking her head, "Dammit Genevieve, why isn't she crying?" She sniffled.

ย  ย  ย  The red-head rolled her lips into her mouth as her shaky fingers ran over the baby's cheek, "Jordanna . . . "

ย  ย  ย  Her face fell slack, tears unconsciously streamed down her face as her hands began to shake, "No."

ย  ย  ย  "I'm sorry . . ."

ย  ย  ย  Genevieve's words blurred as she went on, talking about some sort of complicationsโ€”but Jordanna heard none of it. It was as though her head was underwater and the sounds around her were blurred out, she didn't hear as her name fell from Klaus' lips merely at a whisper whilst she ignored himโ€”or seemed not to hear him.

ย  ย  ย  Her sole focus was on the baby, wrapped in a bundle of blankets in Genevieve's arms. Her eyes flickered across to the boy who cooed against the unknown witch, his tiny hands reached up to pull at her hair.

ย  ย  ย  She thought maybe if she stared at her baby boy long enough the pained feeling that spread all across her body, all throughout her blood would fadeโ€”even the littlest.

ย  ย  ย  But it didn't.

ย  ย  ย  No. Somehow her eyes found her beautiful, baby girl once again. She swallowed back the bile that climbed up her throat, ignoring whatever words Monique ferociously whispered up to Genevieve.

ย  ย  ย  "Can Iโ€”Can I hold them?" Her shaky voice scratched down her throat, her expression was a mixture of things that were unknown to the others.

ย  ย  ย  Genevieve hesitated before turning to the other witch, nodding her head. The red-head took the baby in her own arms before passing them both off to Jordanna.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna shakily held the two babies, air getting caught in her throat as her heart pounded against her ribs rapidly. Her head lowered slightly, shakily as she pressed a kiss to her daughter's small, soft head.

ย  ย  ย  Her eyes flickered across her face as she stared down at her. Her small, chubby cheeks smushed against her face as her dainty, small fingers curled into fists, her eyes peacefully rested shut, hiding what Jordanna assumed were beautiful blue eyes. Her dark hair spiked up, resembling something of a hedgehog.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna stared down at her as a tear fell from her eyes, landing on the baby's cheek, and before she knew it sobs racked her chest as she uncontrollably shook against the baby.

ย  ย  ย  Her strangled, broken cries.

ย  ย  ย  Klaus stared down at the three of them, his own tears spilling from his eyes as he helplessly laid thereโ€”pinned against the wall. He watched in a daze as the love of his life held their children. One dead, one alive. One gone, slipped through their fingers within seconds and the other, the other stared up at him with the smallest pull at his lips, if you didn't look close enough you may not even spot it.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna turned her head, pulling her eyes away from the small baby in her arms to the other. The little boy tugged at her hair, and her attention was drawn to him. His big, ocean blue eyes staring back up at her.

ย  ย  ย  "Hey . . ." her voice was low as she spoke, it cracked slightly as the words left her lips. "Hi, baby."

ย  ย  ย  But then, just as the smallest of smiles had finally creeped up her face, a strong tug pulled against her hair. Jordanna hissed at the sting before Monique swiftly sliced the blade in her hand across the skin of Jordanna's neck.

ย  ย  ย  The witch gasped, her hand reached up to her neck as she tried to hold off the bleedingโ€”before her back hit the surface of the table. Klaus let out a yell at the sight before him.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna's head rolled aside, cheek to table, lifeless eyes stared back up at him. The witches grabbed a hold of the baby, leaving a dead Jordanna with her dead child cradled to her chest.

ย  ย ย  As the witches turned to leave, Monique twisted her wrist causing Klaus to drop to the floor, weak. Staring up at Jordanna's dead body in horror, heart racking against his chest.


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ย  ย ย  Up until fifteen years old, Jordanna believed that what's dead should stay dead. She didn't believe in the afterlife, heaven, hell or even reincarnationโ€”until she met Katherine Pierce, or Katerina Petrova as you might.

ย  ย  ย  Katherine fucked up her entire interpretation on the world, being the first vampire she came across messed with the young girl's head. Especially since she may have looked ishly like an older version of Elena, creepyy.

ย  ย  ย  She thought that once you died you were just . . . gone. She didn't know whether that scared her or not, the not knowing. The fact that there may be nothing waiting for her once her eyes finally give out. That maybe she'd get that sleep her body called out for, but no.

ย  ย  ย  The second her eyes fluttered shut, the second she stopped choking on her blood her eyes merely opened again.

ย  ย  ย  It was bright, I'll give you that, one might think she was in heaven, but it's Jordanna we're talking about. She wasn't in heaven, nor would she ever get there. The world would have to be flipside before that happened.

ย  ย  ย  No, she was outside.

ย  ย  ย  In freakin' Italy.

ย  ย  ย  She recognised the fields, yellow dandelions scattered across the bright, green grass as she crossed it. The flowers itching against her ankles as she trudged through the field, making her way to the small house hidden behind the trees in the distant.

ย  ย  ย  She was at her family's house in Italy. It had been with her family for generations, her mother used to bring her here with her father as a kid.

ย  ย  ย  The sight of the small building made her shudder. It was filled with good memories of her parents, that being before her dad went psycho and killed his wife.

ย  ย  ย  She remembered how her mom would bring the pair of them here, wanting Jordanna to keep this side of her bloodline strong, keep her Italian heritage strong.

ย  ย  ย  Her father lived in New York as a kid, Queens specifically and back when he was a (sorta) loving husband he actually gave a shit about both his girls' heritage so, surprisingly enough, he actually enjoyed going to Italy.

ย  ย  ย  He enjoyed watching his daughter speak to Mary in her mother-tongue.

ย  ย  ย  Before they all realised what a piece of shit he was.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna walked up the creaky porch steps, her foot nudging the slightly ajar door open even more. Her eyes scanned the room, drifting across the small kitchen, a wooden table perched in the middle of it.

ย  ย  ย  Her fingertips glided against the smooth wood as she strolled through the kitchen, making her way into the living room.

ย  ย  ย  She paused as she stopped a few feet away from her mother's armchair. She swallowed roughly as the back of it faced her, the only thing she saw was the top of a brown head of hair, a newspaper held tightly in the aging hands.

ย  ย  ย  "Where am I?" Jordanna whispered hoarsely, moving around the chair until she faced her mother.

ย  ย  ย  "Somewhere between life and death," Mary-Anne answered softly, humming as she lowered the newspaper from her faceโ€”getting a better look at her daughter.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna said nothing, merely nodding at the answer. Her eyes squinted as she looked down at the parchment in her mother's hand, her eyes widened before she snatched it from her grasp.

ย  ย  ย  "Where did you get this?" She asked ferociously, eyes flickering from her mother back down to the paper in her hands.

ย  ย  ย  Her eyes darted over the big, bright red headline staring back at her.

ย  ย  ย  MOTHER AND DAUGHTER LAY DEAD IN ST. ANNE'S.

ย  ย  ย  She scoffed dryly, looking over the sheets of paper and down to her mother who merely stared back up at her, pushing her glasses up her nose.

ย  ย  ย  "Where did you get this?" The younger Jones repeated sharply.

ย  ย  ย  Mary lifted a shoulder, "You tell me. We're in your head, cara mia."

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna's face contoured into one of confusion before her eyes travelled back down to the large, printed out picture right in the middle of the paper. Her and her child laid still, Klaus unconscious on the floor, face inches away from the small pool of blood that had formed on the ground from her neck.

ย  ย  ย  Mother and daughter lay dead in St. Anne's, yet another tragedy struck. It was a good headline, I guess. People would read it, sympathise, think of it for a minute and then they would forget.

ย  ย  ย  They'd move on.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna wished it could be like that, that it would be that easy for her to move on within a couple of minutes but she couldn't, nor could Klaus.

ย  ย  ย  They would be tainted with the memory for as long as they lived. The birth of her child, also being the day of her death.

ย  ย  ย  "Why am I here?" Jordanna spoke lowly, reluctantly taking a seat on the coffee table placed in front of her mother, Mary-Anne sighed softly, crossing one leg over the other before pushing her glasses up her faceโ€”setting them atop her head.

ย  ย  ย  "You're dead, darling," Mary stated bluntly, leaning forward slightly.

ย  ย ย  "No shit," Jordanna muttered, Mary opened her mouth to snap a 'language' at her daughter but refrained from doing so. "What I mean is, why the hell are we here?"

ย  ย  ย  Mary lifted a shoulder, she couldn't answer that, "I wouldn't be able to give you an answer, amore." The older woman sighed, looking out of the window behind her daughter, eyes on the bright sun that scorned through the glass. "Perhaps, it is because this was once your happy place, you don't seem to have many of those anymore."

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna met her mother's eyes at her words, she swallowed roughly and looked away at the sympathetic, concerned eyes burning into her skull, "Yeah, well, life's a bag of shit so . . . "

ย  ย  ย  Mary placed a hand on her knee, Jordanna pursed her lips, looking down at the hand, tempted to rip it from her skinโ€”but she left it, seeing as Mary-Anne was dead after all, she doubted she got any human contact at all, so she pushed her own thoughts aside and shifted uncomfortably.

ย  ย  ย  "It won't always feel like this dear, I know it feels horrible right now. Like you're drowning, suffocating in something that feels of an endless pain, but trust me," Mary gave her a small, strained smile. "I promise you, eventually that will fade."

ย  ย  ย ย  Jordanna let out a shaky breath as she sniffled, she hastily brought up her hand and wiped the skin under her eyes dry before she rose to her feet, clearing her throat shortly. Her gaze focused on the trees outside as they softly swayed against the wind, "So, what? I'm in transition?"

ย  ย  ย  "When you wake up, yes," Mary nodded.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna resembled the act, nodding multiple times before she spoke up again, not looking back at her mother as her words left her lips, "What's it like? Being dead."

ย  ย  ย  Mary frowned, "Why?"

ย  ย  ย ย  "Curiosity," the younger Jones spoke dryly, picking at her nails.

ย  ย  ย  "It's horrible, lonely," Mary spoke nonchalantly. "I know what you're thinking Danny, get those thoughts out of your head now. Non farlo vincere, amore." Don't let him win, love.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna's interest piqued, the witch (or former witch), turned her shoulders lightly, facing her mother with a perplexed look on her face as she arched a brow, "Who?"

ย  ย  ย  "Who do you think?" Mary rushed out as she rose from her seat, advancing toward her daughter.

ย  ย  ย  "I don't know, the Easter bunny," Jordanna spoke monotonously, resting her head against the glass, her fingers aimlessly drew patterns across the warm, sun kissed surface.

ย  ย  ย  Mary rolled her eyes, snapping a finger in her daughter's face, "Usa il tuo cervello, Dio solo sa se ne hai uno." Use your brain, God knows if you have one.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna licked her chapped lips, shooting her mother a subtle glare before her gaze returned to the garden. She stood for a moment as her mind ran wild, releasing a sigh she lifted her eyes, a bitter smile pulling at her lips, "Oh lovely, daddy's back."

ย  ย  ย  Mary let out an exaggerated noise, lifting her arms in exasperation, "Who do you think's responsible for your death, huh?"

ย  ย  ย  "How, though?" Jordanna turned, leaning against the glass window, crossing her arms over her chest. "He's dead. There's no otherside for him to be consipring against me on."

ย  ย ย  Mary shook her head lightly, "You'd be surprised at what that man is capable ofโ€”" Jordanna rose a brow, she knew full well what her father was capable of. "โ€”I wouldn't be surprised if he manipulated the witches into thinking that this was their idea, the sacrifice, your death."

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna rubbed at her temples, "Whatever, look I can't deal with him right now, okay? I've got enough shit, I don't need that added onto my plate."

ย  ย  ย  Mary looked like she wanted to say something but clamped her mouth shut, nodding silently. "So, not that I don't enjoy whatever the fuckโ€”" she gestured to her mom, and their surroundings. "โ€”This is. How do I leave, go back or whatever?"

ย  ย  ย  "Jordanna, you can go back whenever you want, you're holding yourself back," Mary told her. "Why do you think I'm here? To catch up?"

ย  ย  ย  Come to think of it, she wasn't exactly in a rush to get back. The thought of going back scared her, so fucking much. The second she'd wake up she'd be in transition, and what follows along with that . . . fucking amplified emotions. It hurt her enough already, she didn't need all the extra set of emotions pilled on topโ€”this hurt enough.

ย  ย  ย  Mary saw the confliction in her daughter's eyes; if she waited long enough, the decision would be made her for herโ€”she'd die, but Mary knew that Jordanna didn't want that, not deep down anyway. Cupping her daughter's face, she lifted her chin, "I know you're scared, and I know it hurts . . . but you've got a beautiful baby boy to be getting back to, Danny. You've got to go save him."

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna ran a hand up and down her arm anxiously, her nails scratching above the surface before she nodded lightly. The Jones sucked in a deep breath and clamped her eyes shut, letting that drowning feeling that consumed her swallow her whole.


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st. anne's.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna shot up, a loud gasp leaving her lips as her eyes darted around the room. Her blood covered hand reached up to her neckโ€”grazing the, now, healed skin.

ย  ย  ย  She ran a hand through her hair as she calmed her breathing, finally focusing on where she was. "Oh my God." A voice whispered from behind her.

ย  ย  ย  Her head whipped around, finding Naomi sat on the floor behind herโ€”the vampire having previously been holding Jordanna's body, her head rested in her lap.

ย  ย  ย  "JJ," another voice breathed out, Jordanna wordlessly turned her head. Her blue, tired eyes found Hayley, the Marshall hybrid stood, rocking Jordanna's daughter in her arms.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna weakly pushed her body up, stumbling toward the Marshall woman and her child. Hayley shakily passed her over to Jordanna, sniffling as she did.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna's fingers ran over the faint, head of dark hair, brushing it back as she whispered down, "Hey. I gotta go save your brother, okay?"

ย  ย  ย  Hayley and Naomi watched sadly as the transitioning vampire whispered down to her child, muttering multiple 'I'm sorrys' under her breath. Her water filled eyes lifted from the baby she rocked in her arms to the two women in front of her, "Can youโ€”uh . . ."

ย  ย  ย  "Yeah, of course," Hayley swallowed grimly. "We'll sort it . . ."

ย  ย  ย ย  Jordanna nodded curtly, looking down at the baby in her arms she pressed a kiss to her head before passing her off to Hayley.

ย  ย  ย  Before she could cave and stay here with her daughter, or cry (again) she spun on her heels and stormed down the aisle. She had already lost one baby today, she'll be damned if she lost another.

ย  ย  ย ย  As she shoved the church doors open, the bright sun shone down on her, though the brightness of the sky was not what caused her to come to a halt, no, her mouth gaped open as she stared at the pavement surrounding the church.

ย  ย  ย  Dead crows, everywhere.


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ย  ย  ย  Elijah sighed in exasperation, tiredly rubbing a hand down his face as he and Klaus stood in one of the tombs, "We've passed through here twice already. We're running out of time."

ย  ย  ย  "Then we move faster," Klaus replied in a blank tone, his face tired, covered in blood and dirtโ€”his bright, blue eyes holding a dull sadness behind them as he tried to push the imagine of him holding a dead, lifeless Jordanna in his arms as he held back a sob to the back of his mind.

ย  ย  ย  "Or, we could just move smarter," another voice spoke up, startling the pair of Originals. They froze momentarily before turning, finding the owner of the voice stood in the doorway, blood caked through her hair, running down her neck and chest.

ย  ย  ย  "Jordanna," Klaus breathed out, slowly making his way over to the Jones. Was she really here or was this some sick, twisted illusion put on by the witches. He watched her die, he held her lifeless bodyโ€”but then again, what's that she always like to say?

ย  ย  ย  Who the hell stays dead?

ย  ย  ย  The Mikaelson hesitantly made his way over to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulderโ€”eyes tearing up once again, he let out a sigh of relief as he felt her reluctantly wrap her own arms around him. His chin rested against her head before they pulled away.

ย  ย  ย  Elijah slowly made his way forward, eyes scanning up and down her body. He had seen her body, he held Hayley as she cried over the loss of the only friend who stuck by her through her years of loneliness, "How are you here? Is it your magic?"

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna shook her head lightly, seeming to be in a daze, "Iโ€”I can't feel my magic anymore," she gulped, staring down at her fingers which felt numb, "I woke up in St. Anne's, and I felt this energy. I don't know if it's the baby's magic or what but I can feel him. He's here," her eyes travelled over to Klaus, "I can feel our baby."

ย  ย  ย  "You died with the babies blood, my blood in your system," Klaus spoke up, staring down at her as he observed her, watching as she anxiously fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist before he subtly took her hand in his, calming her. "She's in transition."

ย  ย  ย  Elijah's eyes widened a fracture, "Have you fed?"

ย  ย  ย  "Not yet," Jordanna shook her head dismissively. "I don't care about that right now. I'm going to find our son, and then I'm going to gut Genevieve and her little bitches."

ย  ย  ย  And she spun on her heels after giving the two a short nod, her hand fell from Klaus' as she made her way out of the tombโ€”the Mikaelsons shared a glance before rushing after her.

ย  ย ย  Three walked at a quick pace, Jordanna led them through the many tombs caused by the illusion Genevieve and the two Harvest girls placed on the cemetery.

ย  ย ย  Genevieve, Monique and Abigale were stood around the baby boy who merely stared up at them, mouth forming a small oย as he yawned. The three witches continued to chant in unison before the red-head lifted the athame, the blade used in the Harvest, above the firstborns head.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna, Klaus and Elijah rounded the corner, eyes nearly popping from their skulls as they watched Genevieve, "No!"

ย  ย  ย  With no hesitation Elijah grabbed an urn, pulling his arm back before he threw it at the witches. The three watched as it slammed against Genevieve's hand, knocking the athame to the ground.

ย  ย  ย  As the three moved toward them, Monique and Abigale interlocked fingers, channelling the ancestors' power, throwing them back as the red-head scrambled across the floor, looking for the athame.

ย  ย  ย  "You fools! To come against us in our place of power in our strongest hour?" Monique yelled at them, scoffing as she did. "You don't face three, you face us all."

ย  ย ย  Klaus looked toward Jordanna, nodding to her right, she followed his gaze and found Genevieve, the Jones nodded back before making her way over to the red-head. Just as Genevieve grabbed the athame, she moved to get up only to splutter as a harsh kick was sent to her side, causing her to fall back onto her stomach.

ย  ย  ย  As the witch was down, Jordanna took a chance and attempted to run toward her son, though before she could get close enough Genevieve rose a hand, sending a sharp pain through Jordanna's head, causing her to fall to her knees as her hands raked through her hair, pulling at it.

ย  ย  ย  Klaus clenched his jaw, flaring his nostrils before grabbing a-hold of the small, iron fence beside himโ€”harshly pulling at one of the spikes.

ย  ย  ย  Using all the strength he could muster, the original threw it toward Abigale, who continued to help Monique with the spell before it impaled her through the stomach, pinning her to the tomb behind them.

ย  ย  ย  Monique panicked when she felt the connection between herself and Abigale break as the young blonde took her last staggered breath, the Deveraux witch ran to grab the athameโ€”in attempt to finish the sacrifice. Her duty toward the witches.

ย  ย  ย  Both Mikaelson brothers sped toward her, but before they could get within reach she waved a hand, using her magic to create a fire.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna groaned, pulling at her hair as she gritted her teeth. Was this what it felt like when she did it? If so then she almost felt bad for the people she had used her magic on.

ย  ย  ย  Monique raised her arms, athame tightly gripped in her hands as she held the blade over the baby's head. She shut her eyes momentarily, readying herself before a sharp gasp left her lips. The Devil's star embedded itself in her abdomen, causing small cuts to form their way onto her bodyโ€”the Mikaelson brothers turned as Monique began coughing, spluttering out blood before dropping to the floor.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna rose her head slightly, watching as Marcel sped toward the alter, and grabbed the baby in his arms before speeding away. The former witch began to feel the force of the magic fade, making it less painful for her to moveโ€”in which she turned slightly, her fingers clasped onto a sharp, rugged rock beside herโ€”turning she slammed it against Genevieve's head.

ย  ย  ย  The Jones shared a look with Elijah before their gazes fell to the unconscious Genevieve.


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ย  ย  ย  Jordanna pursed her lips as she stared at the bloodied, injured red-head in front of herโ€”grip tightening on the bat in her hand as her eyes ran over the witch's chained up body.

ย  ย  ย  Whilst Genevieve remained unconscious Jordanna had sent Elijah off on his way to collect her bat (Barry). Genevieve was awakened to the piercing pains spreading all across her body as Jordanna slammed the nail covered bat across her form, spilling red onto the pristine white dress she nursed.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna threw the bat to the ground, stepping forward she grabbed Genevieve's face roughly, tilting her head up so the weak red-head looked her in the eyes, "Why?"

ย  ย  ย  "The ancestors left me no choice," Genevieve tiredly shook her head as blood poured from her nose.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna merely scoffed, holding her hand out to Elijah, the Mikaelson placed the athame in her hand. "You were willing to sacrifice my baby for more power?" Jordanna rose a brow, as she pointed the athame to the older woman's face, the tip merely inches from her cheek.

ย  ย  ย  "No, not just power! It was the ancestors' decree. It was her decree," the red-head explained breathlessly.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna pursed her lips running the sharp end of the blade across Genevieve's face, drawing a narrow line of blood, "Whose fucking decree, Genevieve?"

ย  ย  ย  Please, please, please don't say her name.

ย  ย  ย  "I'm surprised you have to ask," Genevieve laughed, as much as it pained her to do so. Her eyes flitted from Jordanna's to Elijah's as a taunting smile pulled at her lips. "After all, you were the one who convinced your siblings to consecrate her on New Orleans soil."

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna clicked her tongue, "Esther."

ย  ย  ย  "So not even death can stop my mother from seeking the annihilation of her own flesh and blood," Elijah spat angrily.

ย  ย  ย  Genevieve merely ignored him, eyes flitting along to Jordanna, "And you? You wasn't supposed to die, not originally. He got in their heads, they had plans for you until he manipulated them into thinking death was a better option."

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna only blinked as she looked down at the witch, giving no reaction whatsoever to her words. Genevieve shook her head lightly, "This isn't the end. As long as that child lives, the witches of New Orleans will never stop coming for him," tears ran down her face. "Esther will never stop coming for him and your father won't stop coming for you. It has been decreedโ€”your baby will be consecrated among his ancestors. He will not live."

ย  ย  ย  The pair simply stared at her, not speaking as red began to pour from her eyes, "They're coming for me, I can feel it. I failed them. Understandโ€”I just wanted to live. I'm sorry."

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna licked her, still, chapped lips, nodding grimly before she slammed the blade into the red-head's stomach. Genevieve gasped into Jordanna's ear as the younger woman slowly, but harshly, dragged the knife across her abdomen, spilling her guts everywhere.

ย  ย  ย  "Tell my coward of a father, bring it on," Jordanna whispered against her ear.

Her head tilted as she heard Genevieve's heart pound rapidly against her chest, the smell of her blood made her lip twitch. She could hear the blood flowing from her body. It was like that calming sound of a waterfall, that tranquil sound that drew you in.

ย  ย  ย  Elijah took a cautious step forward as Jordanna harshly gripped onto a handful of red, vibrant hairโ€”pulling it aside she revealed the smooth skin of her neck.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna's eyes flickered up to the sobbing Genevieve's momentarily, "Bye-Bye Genevieve."

ย  ย ย  And she tore her throat apart.


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ย  ย  ย  Klaus and Elijah were in the former's room whilst the newly turned vampire rocked her baby in her arms as she sat in the nursery.

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna tried to block them out, but due to her amplified hearing she couldn't help but listen to the two.

ย  ย  ย  "We should have felt our mother's hand in this. We should have known she would not be bound by anything as obvious as death. And now she has control of the witchesโ€”they will never stop," Klaus whispered harshly to his brother.

ย  ย  ย  "No," Elijah nodded along with his brother.

ย  ย  ย  "Nor would I expect the Guerra's or Jordanna's father to back down. Hayley's werewolf royalty, because of her the wolves have sworn to protect that child. They're all a threat to Francesca's claim to the leadership," Klaus continued. "And her father? He's had a hit on Jordanna since she was a girl Elijah, he wants to hurt her. Like our mother, nothing as simple as death will stop him from harming her or our child."

ย  ย  ย  Jordanna pursed her lips as she listened in before her eyes fell down onto the baby in her arms, small hands reached up, grasping her hair. She smiled lightly, it was strained.

ย  ย  ย  "They will never be safe," he paused momentarily. "What was it you said to me earlier? That I have made enemies every day of my miserable life? Well, the worst of them are within these borders, brother."

ย  ย  ย  Elijah sighed guiltily.

ย  ย  ย  "I have brought into the world a weapon they can use against me," Klaus rubbed a hand across his stubble as he refrained from tearing up.

ย  ย  ย  "Then we will arm ourselves!" Elijah outstretched his arms. "Brother, we have fought every adversary in this town, and we have won. And we'll fight them again, no matter who they are! We will make this home a fortress."

ย  ย  ย  Klaus shook his head, "I will not have him live his life as a prisoner."

ย  ย  ย  "Then we leave here, together," Elijah suggested hopefully. "All of us."

ย  ย  ย  "Wherever we go, however far we run, those who seek power and revenge will hunt us! They will hunt him. He has inherited both our enemies and Jordanna's combined, and with none of our defences," Klaus sighed.

ย  ย ย  "So, whether we stay, or we leaveโ€”we condemn him," Elijah muttered clasping his hands together as he thought.

ย  ย  ย  "Or there's a third option," Jordanna spoke up as she made her way into the room, leaning against the doorway.

ย  ย  ย  "I promised our babyโ€”our children, that they'd be kept safe from this, and it seems I've already broken my promise to one of them," Jordanna sniffled slightly. "That he would grow up safe and loved. But yet, here he is, his first day on this awful world and already his grandmother's hellbent on sacrificing him, his grandfather, would like nothing more than to hurt him to get to me, keeps popping up. And me," she choked out a dry laugh. "A mother who couldn't even keep his sister alive long enough for them to meet."

ย  ย  ย  "I grew up running, hiding and it's shit," she lowered her voice. "It's no way for a child to grow up, I won't allow him to suffer the same childhood I did. So, I think the only thing we can do is send him away, and we clean up the mess that we've made."

ย  ย  ย  "No! This is insane," Elijah insisted, shaking his head, eyes flitting between the two parents. "You heard Genevieveโ€”so long as he lives, he will be hunted."

ย  ย  ย  "Not if no one knows he lives," Klaus spoke up as he made his way over to Jordanna, his hand placed on her shoulder as he stared down at his son.

ย  ย  ย  "What is it you intend to do, brother?"

ย  ย  ย  "Whatever it takes to save our family."


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ย  ย  ย  Jordanna sped down the highwayโ€”letting out a deep breath as she did. Elijah had taken her to the memorial for all those lives lost in the fight, in the battle of New Orleans. There was two spots for her children, though if you thought about it, one was real.

ย  ย ย  The pain was real.

ย  ย ย  She had told them she was going for a driveโ€”to get some air. Clear her head or whatever, but in reality? She couldn't do it. She felt suffocated, she was struggling to breathe. She felt so much in so little time and it was drowning her, consuming her.

ย  ย  ย  She needed something other than grief, she needed to feel something elseโ€”pain or perhaps nothing at all.

ย  ย  ย  Her teary eyes clouded her vision as she sped down the highway, foot pressed down on the peddle. Her eyes clambered shut, she wasn't strong enoughโ€”she would be her own end if she continued feeling how she did. It made her weak, vulnerable. She couldn't afford that, not now. She had to be strong if she wanted to protect him, protect him how she couldn't protect his sister.

ย  ย  ย  So she did what any irrational, hurting vampire did.

ย  ย ย  She shut her eyes, hoped for the best . . . and turned it off.

ย  ย  ย  Her foot pressed down on the peddle harder, undoing her seatbelt her hands came offย  the steering wheel as she rolled down the windowโ€”wind in her hair as a manic laugh fell from her lips.

ย  ย  ย  A large smile pulled at her, bloodied, mascara covered face. God it felt good, it felt freeing. She was free from all the shitiness, from all the hurt.

ย  ย  ย  Then suddenly, she was floatingโ€”or well, she felt like she was. Like she was tripping when she'd get high, you know that feeling when you're no longer in control of your body and something consumes you? Well, she and I have something in common, she let it consume her, swallow her whole.

ย  ย  ย  The car flipped.

ย  ย  ย  Her body jerked forward as the car rolled down a hill, she shut her eyes as she floated momentarily before her body came crashing back down onto the seatโ€”landing in a ditch upside down.

ย  ย  ย  The glitched sound of the radio sputtered through her ears as a she pulled her body from the car. She coughed harshly before it turned into a breathy laugh, she pushed her hair from her face as blood rested on her head. Face lighting up as the car caught fire. Her eyes fluttered shut as she stood for a moment, the heat was nice. It feltโ€”only joking, it felt like nothing. It was fire, what the Hell could she say about that?

ย  ย  ย  Her lips pulled as she heard someone call out to her, a human, asking if she was okay. How sweet.

ย  ย  ย  She was fine, she couldn't say the same about him though.



AUTHOR'S NOTE

bye i was literally so scared to write this, like my heart was ab to beat tf out of my chest omg, like im still kinda new at this shizza so my sad writing isnt top tier but im working on it

but ik some if you wanted Hope, and i hope ๐Ÿคจ that you don't stop reading because she is 'dead', but it's apart of jj's plot that follows along in s2, so just have some patience

but anyway, yk jordanna's favourite saying; who tf actually stays dead nowadays? ;) *wink wink*

(edited 06/04/22)

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