Black Rose • Mikaelson

18. To be broken

Ivonna Petrovich

I JUST STARE AT BREANNE AFTER HER words. Nadia hadn't pull herself out of bed since we got home two weeks ago. One month and my sister couldn't find the strength to do anything. Luckily, she still took the blood bags I left for her each night. However, letting Nadia know what was happening back in New Orleans wasn't going to speed up her recovery. In turn, it would halt it completely and I doubt she'd pick it up afterwards. In all honesty, if it wasn't for Breanne still being a witch, I doubt either of us would have found what happened until we went.

I take a deep breath, I'm not sure who I was doing this for. The unborn tribrid baby or her mother who's a good person regardless of Elijah being in love with her or even Niklaus who wouldn't recover from this. I knew in the back of my mind, it wasn't for any of the three. I was doing it for Nadia. The state Niklaus would be in if something happened to that child, Nadia wouldn't be able to handle it after just recovering from her own, very dark demons. I take another deep breath and set Breanne with a look that says a hell of a lot more than I open my mouth to. I shut my eyes and suddenly I'm 5,466miles back in New Orleans.

No one keeps the surprise off their face when they see me. I catch the end of the young witch's words. She's bold to go up against the Mikaelsons and think she has the upper hand. In some way she does, it's a hell of lot of witch magic being used to ensure the demise of a newborn child.

"Well, you're not just going against the Mikaelsons but a Petrovich witch," I frown. "And it's always my power hour."

Haley and Niklaus rush in opposite directions, trying to get to their unattended newborn. Elijah stands beside me, doing his best to stand up straight against the magic being used against him. Not an even a Mikaelson could withstand the magic of entire coven. Haley and Niklaus do not get far. A set of dead twin witches stop Niklaus in his tracks, while a very live Genevieve stops Haley. Elijah can't get himself off the ground due to the onslaught of witch magic. Niklaus throws a wrought iron stake through one witch's chest, slicing the amount of magic in half.

It throws the remaining witch off, she can't hold off the Mikaelsons alone. She runs towards the baby with a dagger, she's ready to end this. A cursed Shuriken slices through the air and I let my hand drop. Marcel takes the baby away without even saying a word to any of us. Niklaus follows after him and I turn to meet eyes with Elijah.

"Which one of you pissed off a dead witch?" I frown.

"Apparently our mother." Elijah admits.

I shoot him with a sharp glare. The last thing I needed was word to get back to Rome that mother Mikaelson was back. Recovery or no recovery was going to keep Nadia Petrovich from coming back to New Orleans to protect Niklaus from mother dearest. If she was to do that, she'd for certain never be okay. I let a sigh slip pass my lips before I'm back in Rome, sharing my annoyance with Breanne. She slides over a shot of tequila and I down it quickly.

"So? What happened?" Breanne asks.

"What didn't happen?" I frown.

Breanne slides over another shot.

"The witch that sent the decree is none other than Esther Mikaelson. That bitch doesn't stay dead."

Breanne keeps her gasp low, but doesn't stop it from happening. Esther Mikaelson is a force to reckon with, she had proved that countless times over lifetimes. The most recent when we were back in Mystic falls. Each Mikaelson sibling was afraid of their mother and I doubt anything would ever change that. I run my hand along my face, I didn't know what to do at this point. I take a deep breath, shutting my eyes for a brief second.

"Who's going to tell her?" Breanne asks.

I don't open my eyes, instead I take another deep breath.

"I already know."

My eyes shoot open and I turn around to see Nadia standing a few feet away. She's pale, her cheeks don't have their natural glow and her hair is a dull blonde from the lack of sunlight. She's a shell of the person she once was. Her eyes are no longer the melted platinum people would pay thousands for but a stormy gray anyone could have. This is the first time she's left the house in weeks — let alone her own bedroom. Breanne slides over a glass of water, when really Nadia looks like she needs what I'm drinking.

Nadia takes a seat next to me, sending Breanne the smallest of smiles as a thank you. Neither one of us has asked how Nadia knows, but we both could take a wild guess. My sister sips at her water slowly, it's probably been a while since she tasted anything besides the salty tears that collected on her lips each night. I noticed them immediately, but I never point out the dark circles under her eyes from nights she couldn't sleep. Which was almost every one.

"How do you know?" Breanne finally asks.

"Niklaus calls me everyday, no matter how many times I don't answer. He leaves voicemails." Nadia says.

I'm not sure if I should be upset or some other form of emotion. He loves her enough to keep calling and talk to a voicemail as if he was actually talking to her.  However, she can't recover when constantly listening to voicemails as to why she should be in New Orleans and not Rome. I desperately want to ask how she's doing but I can already feel the answer deep down, and her looks tell me everything her mouth never says. The three of us are quiet for a while, no one saying anything. I'm not sure what there is to say. Nadia takes a deep breath and I notice she's carefully not to keep her eyes closed for too long.

"Are you okay?" Breanne finally asks.

"I'm getting there." Nadia nods.

We all know it's a lie, but neither of us speaks up to mention it. She's getting there, but she still has a thousand miles to go. I want to ask if she's going to go back to Louisiana but I'm too afraid the answer will be yes. Someone at the far end of the bar smashes a glass and the smell of blood fills my nose. Nadia looks in the direction of the sound but her eyes unfocus like there's a million things playing behind her eyes. Everything that I need to know is written in her features. She's broken.