Whatever It Takes | Klaus Mikaelson (Discontinued)

eight

Jackson laid on the table, nervous as Freya drew an infinity symbol on his chest with the burned end of a sage stick.

"By doing this, we should be able to trace Dahlia's signature all the way back to the source of her power, but I'll need to dig deep." Freya said.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Hayley asked Jackson.

He nervously laughed.

"Piece of cake!"

He relaxed, taking a deep breath as Freya began to chant a spell. Soon after, Jackson's back arched as he groaned in agony. Hayley looked away for a moment, fighting the urge to grab his hand.

After a couple seconds, he gasped, quickly sitting up. He caught his breath, turning to Freya.

"What is it?" Hayley asked.

Jackson got off the table, swiftly backing away from Freya.

"You... You're the reason Dahlia is able to cast those powerful spells. She's channeling you.." He exposed.

Freya looked at us with disbelief then shook her head. I hopped off the table, angrily walking towards her.

"This was your plan? Come in here with some sob story to win everyone over then help her kill us? If she finds my daughter, I am going to rip your eyes from your head and feed them to you."

"So, you've been helping her this entire time? Get the hell away from my husband." Hayley shouted.

"I had no idea!" She responded, now anxiously pacing.

"Alright, stop!" Jackson yelled, taking a couple steps towards Freya.

"Freya, we want to trust you, but you said it yourself.. you're bonded to Dahlia. I'm sorry, but it's better that you go. Please."

Freya looked at everyone with a saddened look. She turned on her heels, leaving the compound.

~

"What do you mean Freya's gone?"
He asked.

"I mean, she's gone, Elijah." I replied then shrugged.

"She was a risk." Rebekah added.

"She's also the one person who intimately understands the enemy we now face!" Elijah yelled.

I scoffed.

"So I'm supposed to put my daughter's life in the hands on some stranger because you took a liking to her!?"

"Both of you, just stop it." Rebekah intervened.

"I was protecting my daughter from someone, who, it's obvious none of us completely trust."

"Correct, we've done nothing but doubt Freya. Nevertheless, she kept her promise, and she saved Rebekah's life. We certainly haven't demonstrated the same kindness towards her."

Rebekah rolled her eyes, knowing the man in the suit was right.

"So, what the bloody hell do we do now?"

"There's a jazz club in Algiers by the name of the St. James infirmary. Marcel has acquired it, and Josephine is fortifying it as a sanctuary against magic." Elijah said turning to me.

"Pack your things. Marcel will escort you and Ella there tonight at 9:00."

I rolled my eyes, annoyed as I left the room, going to Ella's. The happy baby played with her teddy bear as she smiled, watching the animated cartoon.

I packed some duffel bags, not knowing how long we'd be away. It took the rest of the day to pack away everything we would need.

The clock on the nightstand read 8:43. I put our coats, shoes and hats on, then went downstairs. Elijah stood near the front door with a younger kid who looked seventeen, maybe.

"Just in time, darling."

"I still hate this plan, and you."

Elijah smirked.

"Your likings do not matter to me. I prefer your lives, and this will guarantee continued life."

"You sound like a fortune cookie."

"This is Gordon, he will be escorting you to your meeting point. If you leave now, you will make it on time." He stated, ignoring my comment.

I rolled my eyes whilst he kissed the top of mine and Ella's head, embracing us in a hug. His face wore a look of worry as he let go.

"Gordon, be a nice little wolf and get the bags."

Once Gordon put the bags in the car, I got in the front seat. As we drove farther down the road, the compound seemingly disappeared.

"So, is someone trying to kill you or something?"

I looked at him.

"Not to intrude. It just sounds interesting."

"It also sounds like it's none of your business."

He nodded, keeping quiet for the rest of the ride. I peeked at my phone, sighing, seeing the clock read 8:56..

Once we arrived at the spot, I got out, adjusting the baby in my arms while he sat the bags on the ground. Without another word, he got back in, driving off.

"Asshole.."

I stood in the cold, rocking Ella to keep her warm. My eyes landed on a wolf in the distance. Shortly after, a car pulled up, coming to a stop.

"Everything okay?" Marcel asked, getting out.

"Took you long enough. There's only an evil witch looking for my daughter." He chuckled, putting the bag in the car.

"I need you to assure me.. is that club good enough to protect us?"

"Right now, that club is the safest place in town." He confirmed.

"Then why are we still here?"

He shook his head, smiling as we got in.