chapter nineteen

hunting season

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A CONTENT SIGH left the teen's lips as she stretched in an unfamiliar bed. Her head rolled to the side as she glanced around the room, her brows furrowing. "Morning, sweetheart," a voice pulled the witch from her daze, turning she was face to face with a smirking Klaus.

"Shit," Jordanna groaned. "Shit, shit, shit."

She pulled her head from the pillows, wrapping the silk sheets around her naked body—not like it'd make much of a difference as the hybrid had seen much more the previous night, the early morning and—stop! You're not helping.

"You know what? I take it back, I am mad at you—you are officially unforgiven," Jordanna rambled as she climbed out of the bed, pulling the sheets with her.

"Pray tell, what it is I have done," Klaus cockily smirked, resting his hands behind his head as he watched the witch fumble around his room, looking for her dress and shoes.

Jordanna paused to look up at him, her eyes narrowing at the smirk on his lips, "I'm sure I'll think of something."

"What are you doing?" Klaus sighed with a grin, the witch's antics merely amusing him.

"Leaving. This," Jordanna gestured between the two, "never happened, got it?"

Okay, so—Jordanna didn't regret it, per say, this was that annoying, insecure voice in her head telling her that what just happened was only sex. Last night had made the witch come to terms with her feelings about Klaus; she liked him. Like a lot. So now, that stupid little voice inside her head had convinced her that all she was to Klaus was a one night stand. A game. She didn't like games unless she knew she'd win—she had a feeling she wouldn't win this game.

Her eyes widened as Klaus' naked frame stood towering over her, his faced formed into a scowl. "We slept together," Klaus reminded. "Multiple times."

"I know, I was there," Jordanna rolled her eyes.

"What was it that we agreed on?" Klaus pondered, hand on chin in pretend thought. "Oh yes! I remember now, 'no forgetting it happened, no moving on with our lives', you agreed with that."

"See, I don't remember that, so . . ." Jordanna mumbled with a scowl as she held up her ripped dress, showing the torn material to Klaus.

"That's fine sweetheart, deny it all you want," Klaus mused, playful glint in his eyes as he leant forward to whisper in her ear. "But if you must know I love a challenge."

Jordanna opened her mouth to respond but was cut off when a smirking Klaus pressed his lips against the corner of her mouth before walking off to his en-suite. The door left open as an invitation. Jordanna pursed her lips, looking down at the ripped dress in her hands before looking back at the door.

Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it . . . I'm doing it.

"Fuck it," she mumbled dropping the dress and the bed sheets that shielded her body as she wondered into the bathroom — realising Klaus already in the shower. She hesitantly opened the glass screen, finding Klaus easily as he immediately pressed her body against the wall; lips finding hers.

What? Don't look at her like that, you would've done the same!

✧

Jordanna ended up in the Mystic Grill, downing another shot. She wanted to drink away her thoughts—thoughts of the Original Hybrid himself. She didn't like that little voice, she wanted it gone. She didn't want to hear how Klaus was using her, playing her. She didn't need it. Her ego was already dimming.

That's how she found herself in the Mystic Grill, third wheeling. Meredith Fell—Alaric's date, took pity on the drunken teen, having been in her position thousands of times. 

Jordanna had known Meredith her whole life, as a result of her mother being a surgeon beside Meredith at the hospital. Mary dabbled in general surgery as Meredith dabbled in Mary's speciality, neuro. The two became fast friends and Meredith babysat Jordanna on occasion. 

So she stayed with the older couple—drinking herself into the oblivion. Drinking always took her mind off of the things around her, it made her joyous, happier. She didn't have to worry, nor think, about the things going on in Mystic Falls, about the things that Elena, Damon, Matt and, most likely, Tyler were up to.

The thing with the Scooby Gang was they all had their own little secrets, like for instance — Jordanna was Alaric's favourite out of the Mystic Troupe ( just don't tell Damon that ), Caroline and Jordanna were definitely a little fruity and Elena had only told one person of Jordanna's pending death, Damon. The Bennett witch only knew of the Mikaelson's tragic soon to be demise. Bonnie, along with Alaric were guilty — they wanted to tell the witch about the Original Family, but of course Elena manipulated them into thinking it was for the best. As for the chirpy blonde, she was as clueless as Jordanna.

"Jords, I think you should slow down a little," Alaric advised from besides her. The witch swung her head in his direction, narrowing her, already, droopy eyes.

Jordanna jabbed her pointer finger at the history teacher's forehead—slightly pushing him back. "Shut up, Ricky," the raven-haired girl slurred. "Yooouu cannot tell me what to do, you drink as much as me, if not more."

"That is not tr-"

"Anna!" A familiar, cheery, voice called out from behind the witch.

"Hello?" The girl whipped around, her blurry vision caught sight of Klaus and Kol Mikaelson. The two wore amused smirks on their lips as the witch wrapped her arms round the both of their necks in greeting. "Kol! Nikky! How lovely it is to see you."

"If I remember correctly, I saw you leave Nik's ro-" Kol started with a grin only to be interrupted by an annoyed, drunk, witch.

"Okay, Kol. I don't remember asking for your input," Jordanna slurred, waving her finger along with every word she spoke.

"You are hammered," Kol chuckled as Jordanna stared down his brother. Klaus' eyebrows shot up as the witch looked him up and down, stopping as she rose a brow in appreciation and continued before meeting his eyes — giving him an innocent smile.

Alaric scoffed, shaking his head, "I think it's best if you leave."

"Oh, come on now," Klaus smirked as he wrapped an arm around Jordanna's shoulder, steadying her swaying body, the witch rested her head on his chest—her body completely leant against his. "Don't mind us. My brother and I are just here to let off some steam, right Kol?"

"Right," Kol answered, smirking at Meredith. "And of course my lovely Anna, if she would care to join us?"

Jordanna sheepishly looked up at the younger brother with a grin, "it'd be my pleasure. Later Ricky."

The trio soon took a seat on some barstools, the witch in between the two Mikaelson's. The girl leant forward as she noticed no bar staff and swiftly grabbed a bottle of whiskey—along with three glasses.

Jordanna looked between the two brothers with a smirk as she raised the bottle; shaking it in a playful manner. "Who's ready for some fun boys?"

✧

"Carebear!" Jordanna squealed suddenly—startling the Mikaelson brothers as she jumped up from her seat. "You're here!"

"I'm here," Caroline chuckled as she hugged her intoxicated best friend. The witch had drunk texted the blonde into meeting them here.

"I remember you from last night," Kol smirked, looking at the blonde vampire. "Such a pretty little thing."

Caroline rolled her eyes, ignoring the original's comment before looking back at the witch. "You're drunk," she stated, hand on hip.

"Nope," Jordanna denied, rapidly shaking her head, hair flailing everywhere.

"Right," the vampire sang sarcastically before looking in Klaus' direction, sending him an exasperated stare. "Take her outside for some air."

The original raised his brows and cocked his head to the side, looking at the blonde expectantly.

"Please," Caroline gritted out with a roll of her eyes.

"It'd be my pleasure," Klaus smirked as he took a-hold of Jordanna's arm. "Come on, sweetheart."

Klaus led them through the Grill and outside into the town square where they stood by a bench.

"I'm drunk," Jordanna announced pointedly. "That's why I'm talking to you. I'm still mad at you."

The hybrid took a seat on the bench as he looked up at the witch, "well perhaps if I knew what it was that I have done, I could fix it."

"That's the problem," Jordanna slurred, throwing her head back in annoyance. "You haven't done anything, well not yet anyway. This is me. It's a me problem."

Klaus frowned as he took a hold of her hands, dragging her down onto the bench besides himself, "perhaps I could help?"

"How about no?" Jordanna pursed her lips. "That requires me talking about feelings and that is the last thing I wanna, do."

"I fancy you, sweetheart," Klaus told her bluntly before a soft smile curved at his lips. "I do."

"You don't know me enough to fancy me, Nik," she told him pointedly.

"On the contrary, sweetheart, I think I do. I know that peonies are your favourite flowers, specifically baby pink. You also don't mind baby's breath. That baseball bat you incessantly carry around is called 'Barry', you spend way too much money on your hair and nails. You believe the blood of your enemies' matches perfectly with your skin, that's why you don't mind getting messy when you kill and you have a stupidly large collection of shoes—should I go on?"

She held her breath as she stared at him for a moment, shock ran through her body. "Shit," she whispered at a groan. This was not supposed to happen! 

No falling for original hybrids, it fucks with your head. Badly.

"Take a risk Jordanna, what's the worst that could happen?" Klaus questioned, watching her reaction. Her eyes squinted, she was thinking. Her mouth opened only to close again in hesitation.

Her eyes found his, they held one another as she spoke. "Fine." She watched his lips upturn into a smile and she couldn't help but smile back. "But, it will be a very long time before you see me naked again."

"So it'll happen again then? Am I that irresistible?" The hybrid smirked as he wrapped an arm around the back of the bench—her back brushing against his arm.

"Vaffanculo," Fuck off, the witch grumbled with an eyeroll, leaning back into the bench.

"Now, now. That's not very nice," Klaus teased, chuckling at her widened eyes.

"You speak Italian?" She paused before scoffing at her own words. "Who am I kidding? Of course you do," Jordanna narrowed her eyes.

"It happens to be one of my many talents," the hybrid cockily answered. The witch rolled her eyes at him for what felt like the hundredth time, but before she could respond Jordanna felt a pain in her chest—as if she'd been stabbed.

She would know what that felt like as she was very familiar with the feeling.

"Are you alright, love? Jordanna, what's happening?" Klaus questioned, a concerned frown fixated on his face as the witch slightly fell into his chest. Klaus faltered as he began to feel the same pain. "Kol."

Klaus sped the two towards the alley way next to the Grill — Alaric, Damon and Stefan stood over a daggered Kol. Klaus gently placed Jordanna on the ground before speeding off and roughly knocking Alaric into the wall. The witch dragged her flimsy body over to the daggered Original, grasping the dagger in one hand, pulling it out while the other twisted in one motion and snapped Stefan's neck as he approached her.

If it wasn't for the situation Klaus could've kissed Jordanna—he filled with pride as he caught the lazy smirk on her lips.

Truthfully, she'd been waiting forever to snap Stefan's neck. But that was only the beginning of it.

"I should've killed you months ago," Klaus hissed, dangerously narrowing his eyes at Damon as he pinned him against the brick wall in the back alleyway behind the Mystic Grill.

"Do it," Damon taunted. "It's not going to stop Esther from killing you."

"What did you say about my mother?" Klaus questioned, clenching his jaw in annoyance.

"You didn't know I was friends with your mommy? Yeah, we have a lot in common. She hates you as much as I do," Damon chuckled.

Jordanna narrowed her eyes at the vampire who refused to look at her—not that she cared because they weren't friends but it was weird. When the two were friends and Damon hid something from her or was guilty of something ( which was always ) he could never bring himself to look her in the eye, because somehow she always seemed to figure it out.

Which, of course, she did.

"Oh," Jordanna chuckled, earning the attention of the vampires around her as she watched Klaus press Damon further into the wall by his neck. "You dick."

"What is it sweetheart?" Klaus grunted out, tilting his head so he could look over to the girl.

"He knew," she answered with a chuckle, throwing her head back as she let out a loud intoxicated laugh. "Didn't you D, how'd she do it, huh? I'm guessing with a spell like that she'd need something to bind me to them. What was it, huh?"

Damon chuckled as Klaus' grip on him tightened, "Oh come on, Jords. Think. You know what she took."

The witch furrowed her brows, the action covering the pain she was in.

"Oh fuck-"

Why didn't she listen to fucking Gloria? Dumbass.

"Leave him! We still need them, Niklaus," Elijah spoke from the top of the stairs.

Klaus turned as he released Damon, his eyes landing on Jordanna first—blood poured from her nose, her hand gripped her side tightly as she tried to relieve some of the pain in her chest. Hesitantly, his eyes filtered over to his brother, "what did mother do? What did she do, Elijah? What is she doing to Jordanna?"

Elijah ignored Klaus' questions as he walked down the stairs towards the elder Salvatore, "you tell me where the witches are or I'll have my sister kill Elena right now."

"I've got you, sweetheart," Klaus whispered, grasping Jordanna's hand in his own as he lifted her from the ground.

Damon rolled his eyes in disgust before glancing up at the clock, panic washed over his features as he read the time, "you told me we had until after nine."

Jordanna narrowed her eyes. "I think Rebekah won't mind maiming Elena a little early," the venom in her tone was enough for Damon's face to fall in worry of Elena. "And if I die tonight, I'll happily come back from the dead just to skin you alive. We clear?"

✧

The three Mikaelson brothers and Jordanna sauntered through the woods, finding Esther and Finn stood in the centre of a lit pentagram.

"My sons, come forward," Esther called out, holding her hands up.

Finn protectively lifted his arm in front of the elder witch, "stay beside me mother."

"It's okay," the witch responded, small smirk visible on her lips. "They can't enter."

Kol and Jordanna scoffed, the Mikaelson man walked towards the pentagram in irritation, only to be held back by an invisible force. "That's lovely, we're stuck out here, while the favourite son plays sacrificial lamb. How pathetic you are Finn."

Jordanna hummed in agreement.

Esther narrowed her eyes at her youngest son, "be quiet, Kol. Your brother knows virtue you cannot even imagine."

Jordanna snorted, "virtue? Are you kidding me? Coming from the woman who's about to murder her own children."

"They are not innocent Jordanna, none of you are," Esther told her firmly. Her eyes did not catch sight of Jordanna's hand, her fist was balled as she tried to lower the barrier. The Jones witch was extremely weak as Esther held the one thing that her life balanced on, the dagger. The thing with the dagger was when another witch, any witch — from siphons to travellers, used that one dagger to kill anyone from the Jones heritage they possess their power before they die. Currently, from what Jordanna could guess, Esther was channelling the knife, Gloria's magic in addition to Jordanna's, from where they tried to remove the spell Howard placed on the dagger. Slowly draining Jordanna of her powers, not permanently, just enough so she was weak enough for Esther to kill her and possess the last of the Jones witches magic for good.

"Whatever you think of us, killing your own children would be an atrocity," Elijah spoke up in a dangerously low tone.

Esther simply smiled, "my only regret is that I did not let you die a thousand years ago."

Jordanna reached out, discreetly grabbing Klaus' hand in her own, squeezing slightly as he snapped. "Enough, all this talk is boring me. End this now mother or I'll send you back to hell."

Esther rolled her eyes at her son, "for a thousand years I've been forced to watch you. Felt the pain of every victim, suffered while you shed blood." Her gaze fell on Elijah as she continued, "even you Elijah, with your claim to nobility you're no better. All of you. You're a curse on this Earth, stretched out over generations. If you've come to plead your life I'm sorry, you've wasted your time."

Jordanna glared at the woman not liking how she was talking to the Mikaelson's—dare she say it,  her ( sorta' ) family. Jordanna internally cringed at the thought, too sappy for her taste. 

"And me?" Jordanna tilted her head as she did a one over of the Mikaelson witch. "What did the witches think of you killing one of your own? I can't imagine my mother's too happy about that."

"The witches have no matter in what I do, as for your mother, she is dead. You can reunite on the other-side," Esther smirked.

"How sweet," Jordanna sarcastically quipped, hand on heart in fake awe. "But you see, lady, I don't particularly feel like dying today, I'm sure your children would agree."

"Oh, most definitely," Kol interjected with a grin.

Esther opened her mouth to retort something before her eyes widened. "No! Sisters! Do not abandon me!" She suddenly called out in desperation, the flames of the pentagon flaring brightly causing the three brothers to shield the witch from them.

The fire died out and the four stood around, watching as Finn and Esther vanished. "Your family is so fucking weird."

"I am going to kill her," Klaus murmured.

"All right," Jordanna sighed, patting Klaus' shoulder patronizingly. "I have a doppelganger and a ripper to visit, so I'll be on my way. Have fun with your crazy mommy."

✧

Jordanna sauntered up to the porch of the Salvatore Boarding House, placing a fat smile on her face as she knocked on the door rhythmically, her soothing voice hummed as she waited. 

Her smile widened as Stefan Salvatore opened the door, face agape at the witch's appearance. Her dark hair was slightly wavy as it was coated in sweat and blood, mascara smeared down her cheeks, eyeliner dark and messy around her eyes and a smudged line of blood was apparent from under her nose.

"Hey Stef," Jordanna playfully wiggled her shoulders as she pushed past the Salvatore and into the foyer of the Boarding House.

"Uh—hi?"

"So remember when I said that I'd get you back for the whole 'stabbing me' situation?" The witch questioned as she wandered around the room, picking up items in faux inspection before putting them down again. When Stefan said nothing she continued with an eyeroll. "Well, this is it."

Not giving the Salvatore a chance to reply she grabbed a glass vase from a table and smashed it against his head. While the vampire doubled over, spitting the blood from his mouth as the hard impact cut his top lip—she took a minute to whisper a spell under her breath.

"Puto esse ego fin," her eyes glistened as her bat, Barry, appeared in her hand. Without hesitation the witch brought the bat down onto the Salvatore's back and then the side of his ribs — watching in amusement as the Salvatore fell on all fours. "Huh," she laughed, squeezing her fist and watched as the vampire started chocking, bringing up her foot she harshly kicked him, earning a loud groan as he fell onto his back, clutching his body in pain. Stefan let out a series of harsh coughs as Jordanna continuously attacked his side — leaving him in a sputtering mess of red. The witch sighed as she brought her heel to his neck, pushing the stiletto down — puncturing him slightly.

Jordanna's lips held sickening grin as she leant down, face to face with the vampire. Her hot breath fanning his skin, the vampire flinched back with a harsh cough as he was still unable to breathe. 

Her free hand ran up and down the vampires chest before she ripped open his shirt—without breaking a single button. Stefan gulped as he watched her slowly reach into her jacket, eyes still on him, smirk plastered on her lips. He winced loudly as she suddenly shoved a stake into his abdomen.

"Hurts doesn't it?" She whispered in his ear. "Yes, yes, I know, you heal. But you can't heal while the stake is still inside of you. So, we're going to have a little chat until I decide the stake comes out, 'kay?"

Stefan rapidly nodded, satisfying the witch who pulled out a chair next to the vampire's body. She squinted as she looked at the man who withered in pain, she was too easy on him. 

"So the terms and conditions to this friendship are quite simple really," she smiled, huffing a laugh as she heard a disgruntled scoff. "One: No more stabbing me. Two: Let me at least threaten Elena, it's bare minimum really," her fingers shot up, following along with the numbers as she spoke. "And Three: You have to do my homework until the end of the school year and no compelling either! I want hard work put into this, okay?"

"Fine," Stefan whispered, gritting his teeth in pain. "Can you stop your weird, witchy spells now?"

"Oh," Jordanna grinned. "Right, sorry."

Stefan let out a breath as he felt the air in his, very much dead, lungs return. He winced as she harshly pulled out the stake muttering an 'oops' as her hand slipped and accidentally punctured an organ.

"Bitch," Stefan grunted, throwing his head back to the floor, eyes shut in relief as he felt his wounds heal.

"You aren't a bundle of joy either, gorgeous," Jordanna pouted slightly, twirling her hair around her finger. "I forgive you by the way, if that wasn't clear."

"Really?" Stefan rose an eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah," She nodded as she leant down to fix his hair, tugging on it slightly as she spoke, "I wasn't mad at you until you shoved a stick in me."

"Sorry about that," Stefan grimaced. "Hey- Why aren't you still mad at me?" Stefan questioned sceptically, the witch had been mad at him for lesser things but still held a grudge longer than this, he was slightly scared at what her intentions were.

"Because," she drawled out, finger prodding her chin. "I probably would've done the same thing. Plus look at your face," Jordanna reached down, taking his cheeks in her hands, like you would do to a small child. "You're just too pretty to stay mad at."

Stefan huffed a laugh, tiredly swatting her hands away.

Jordanna's smile suddenly twisted into a sinister grin, putting the vampire on immediate alert. "What? What is it?"

"Do you happen to know where doppelicious is Steffy?" She wiggled her eyebrows before her expression fell flat at the vampire's hesitation. "Uh—uh. No holding it in, Stef. Part of the agreement-"

"She's here. In the other room."

"Brilliant," Jordanna grinned, standing from her chair, holding a hand out to the vampire.

Just as the witch exited the, now trashed, living room—she re-entered the foyer, easily finding Elena.

"Just the girl I wanted to see," Jordanna announced with a smirk, eyes brightening at Elena's fear filled face.

"Jordanna, look I know you're mad but I had to! Esther said it was the only way. It's for the best Jordanna, don't you see that? They ruined everything! They even turned you against me! I was just trying to protect the people I care about, can't you see that?"

The witch cut Elena off as she harshly pinned her body to the wall, "don't try gaslight me." Jordanna grabbed Elena's jacket collar, slamming her harder into the wall before whispering, "I'll set the gas on fire."

"I wasn't trying-"

Elena gasped as Jordanna shoved a stake into her stomach, she stumbled but stayed up as Jordanna's grip was too tight. The doppelganger looked to Stefan for help, having only just noticed his presence. "Stefan, help-"

"Don't look at him for help," Jordanna snapped, twisting the stake roughly. She shot Stefan a look as he took a step forward, the vampire pursed his lips staying in place. "Why are you looking at him, I have your life in my hands and you look at him? God. Look at me."

Elena's teary eyes drifted to her old friend, "Jordanna please-"

"No."

"Why are you doing this?" Elena pleaded, a shaky breath escaped her lips.

"You feel that? That is just an inkling of the pain I had to go through today," Jordanna sneered. "You caused that. You stole that fucking dagger. You had this coming, don't be surprised that someone fought back."

"I-I didn-"

Luckily for Elena, a gust of wind ( also known as Damon Salvatore himself ) sped past, firmly gripping the witch's shoulders—inevitably ripping the girls apart as he pinned Jordanna to the opposite wall.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Damon hissed, Jordanna chocked out a laugh at the hard impact.

"Hi Damon," Jordanna chuckled, blowing a piece of hair from her face—her sickly sweet tone only angering the vampire more.

"Don't 'hi Damon' me," he gritted out roughly, grip tightening on her. "I will kill you for hurting her."

Jordanna nodded, uninterested in his threats. Damon's fingers dug into her skin, most likely going to leave Damon Salvatore hand sized bruises, gross. His head whipped over to his brother. "Why are you just standing there damn it? Do something!"

"Hey! Watch your tone with him, he couldn't do anything because I had a spell on him keeping him in place, alright?" Jordanna told him.

A little white lie won't hurt.

"No you-" Elena breathed out but stopped herself as she caught the glare the witch sent her.

"Now, if you don't mind-" Jordanna kneed Damon between his legs, letting a chuckle out as he groaned—releasing his hold on her. "I have places to be."

She used her leg to push him out the way, ignoring his cursing. Pulling open the door, she turned back, eyes on Elena.

"Don't worry, darling. I'm sure as soon as I step out this door you'll be healed up in no time," her eyes drifted between Damon and Stefan, her head cocked aside. "I'm sure one of these lovely men would love to give you some blood."

She wondered which brother would get the honour.

"Have a nice night," Jordanna wiggled her fingers before making her departure.

✧

After her visit to the Salvatore house Jordanna had intended to head back home, but as she walked her mind seemed to drift and took her body someplace else. Which is why she found herself stood in the entrance of the parlour at the Mikaelson Mansion. Watching as Klaus stared into the fire, eyes dark—emotionless.

"I'm surprised you're here," Klaus muttered, twisting his glass of whiskey with the tips of his fingers. "The others left, it'd be no surprise to me if you did the same."

"Nope," Jordanna spoke, hesitantly approaching. "I'm still here."

"Why?" Klaus questioned, turning to face the witch, scowl present on his face. "Why are you still here? I'm no good for you."

"Can you not act like a child for one fucking second and accept that I'm not leaving?" Jordanna snapped, snatching the glass from the hybrid's hand, downing the contents. "It might come a shock to you but I do like you, you know? What was it you said? 'I love a challenge', well I'll have you know, so do I."

Klaus' eyebrows shot up, a small smile graced his lips. "You do, huh? I knew I was irresistible," he teased, wrapping an arm around her neck, pulling her close to him as she wrapped her arms round his torso.

"Shut up, your mood swings are gonna' give me whiplash," she mumbled against his chest. 

Klaus huffed a laugh, "yes, well, it appears you have that affect on me."

"Don't mind me," Rebekah smirked as she walked in the room.

"Rebekah, I thought you'd have been long gone by now," Klaus spoke in shock, pulling Jordanna closer.

"I hated you when I learned you killed our mother," the blonde muttered, shaking her head. "But I realise now that after a thousand years together as a family, you're the only one who never left me."

"Well aren't we a pair," Klaus laughed.

Jordanna frowned at the troubled look on the blonde's face as she neared the pair, "there's something I need for you to see."

"Come to brag about your skills as a torturer?" Klaus taunted as Rebekah showed them her phone, a video of Elena she took in the caves earlier.

Rebekah rolled her eyes, "look at the images on the wall behind Elena. The Natives told the story of our family history, look at the images on the far wall."

Klaus released Jordanna as he moved forward to take a closer look. The witch's eyes darted between the siblings in confusion, "what is it?"

"A Native worshipping at the Great White Oak tree," Rebekah told her.

Klaus scoffed, "and? We burned that tree to the ground."

"Look at the markings that precede it. That's the Native Calendar," Rebekah gritted her teeth in annoyance.

"This can't be right," Klaus muttered.

"A White Oak tree, three hundred years after we fled back to the old world," Rebekah revealed. "There must have been a new sapling, a new tree to replace the old. That tree could kill us, it's not over, Nik."

"Oh, for fucks sake."

{AN} ew ok done xo

i know it was bad, i can't write fight scenes for shit oh well

song recommendations for a playlist ? xox

until next time ;)

(edited 21/02/22)