Whatever It Takes | Klaus Mikaelson (Discontinued)

thirty one

"It's quiet."

"Of course it's quiet. It's a trap." Klaus said.

We were at St. Anne's because the Ancestors wanted to speak with me alone. I rolled my eyes at the fact he'd tagged along due to some convincing from Elijah.

"We don't know that."

"New Orleans witches have hated my family for three centuries, love. Of course it's a trap." He smirked.

"The coven protects their own. You don't think she's a part of their legacy?"

"Our daughter is a far cry from a
French Quarter fortune-teller, and while we're on the subject, she's seven. If anyone wants to talk to her,
they should ask my permission."

"You guys are gonna be a lot of fun when she starts dating."

"Nonsense, darling. We'll be the perfect gentlemen." He smirked, looking ahead as four young girls walked out.

"Oh, look, Harvest Girls."

I rolled my eyes at his ignorance.

"I assume you speak on behalf of your Ancestors." He said.

"Provided that you've come in peace. We don't want a fight. We're here to offer a deal. Although your brother did murder all four of us, let's not pretend we're friends."

"Please consider all pretense
of friendship dropped. Where are the Ancestors?" I questioned.

"We need your blood." One of the girls demanded.

"That's funny, I didn't hear you say "please"." Klaus shrugged.

"If you want answers, we have
to guide you to the Ancestors, but since you aren't witches..."

"We need to bend the rules. How?" I asked.

"Simple loophole. You're both bound by blood to a New Orleans witch. We can use the link to your child to cast a spell and link you to an audience with the dead."

I bit my wrist, bleeding into the bowl; Klaus followed suit.

"Why do I get the feeling there's
something you're not mentioning?" He asked, handing her the bowl.

"Just one thing... This is gonna hurt."

There was a strong, sharp pain ripping through my body for a couple seconds before I popped up.

We were now in a dimly lit church, looking at our bodies on floor.

"Now can I be angry at them?" He asked.

"I'm adorable.." I whispered.

He chuckled.

"Get angry later. We're here now. We may as well get some answers."

"So are we to wander around
this dreary purgatory in search of lost souls?"

The doors ahead, opened, revealing a woman with a hood covering the top half of her face.