Whatever It Takes | Klaus Mikaelson (Discontinued)

twenty six

I stood in the back of the group of witches. A throat was cleared before Marcel came into sight, speaking to everyone.

"Listen up. For five years now, we've had a truce; stayed out of each other's business, tended to our own. Now, your problems are becoming mine. Someone is taking children. As you know, I have one nonnegotiable rule: we do not mess with kids. Now, you've seen that graffiti. Someone here's got to know who's responsible. Right? So just give me a name.."

One of the witches who'd been clutching her daughter to her side, scoffed at him.

"We don't owe you anything. You're no friend to witches."

"You don't trust him.." I spoke up.

They turned their attention to me.

"I get it, but one of those kids is my daughter. She's seven. She likes to paint, catch fireflies, make up stories. All I know is that she's sick. Right now, I don't care about the past. I'm just a mom asking you to help me."

She glanced at Marcel, then down to her daughter. Our eyes met once again as she sighed.

"There's a girl named Lara. I saw her draw the same symbol on her window in blood."

"Where do I find this witch?" I asked.

She scoffed, almost amused.

"She's not a witch. She's one of your kind: a wolf. She ran off to the bayou."

"Thank you so much."

Marcel and I rushed off to the bayou.

I sighed once arriving, remembering the bayou was huge. She could've been anywhere.

"You know, I don't know how you do it.." Marcel said as we walked through the woods.

"I'm sorry?"

"Klaus."

"We've been over this.. and with everything going on, I'd rather not waste my time talking about this."

He nodded, not speaking on the matter anymore. We stopped in our tracks as our eyes landed on Lara standing by the lake.

"She's not gonna want to talk to a vampire. I'll go."

"The thing is, the last time I came across one of the Hollow's goons, the guy tried to kill me, so fair warning." He warned.

I slowly walked towards her, stopping a couple feet back. She sniffled, turning around and holding out the sharp knife.

"Lara? My name's Mia. I don't know if you know me.."

"I know who you are. Mia Cardenas.. I know why you're here. You're here because of the children. I'm sorry, I am. They're as good as dead."

"We're not here to hurt you."

She laughed, wiping her face from the tears that continuously fell.

"You can't hurt me any more than I've already hurt myself. I didn't know this was gonna happen. I didn't know they were gonna bring children into it.."