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(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past
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Hayley's eyes fluttered open, much to her own surprise. She tosses on the uncomfortable surface, whining when she brushes against cold stone. Hayley slowly sits up and gives herself a once-over, finding no stab wounds from the previous night. She did, however, have the scars from said wounds and a new triskelion tattoo on her wrist.
Hayley squints at the tattoo, muttering, "What the fuck?" She blinks, wiping her eyes and looking around.
Hayley finds she is currently in some sort of tomb and hates the familiar essence it has. It's making her very confused — she always hated when she got familiar feelings about places she'd never been to before.
"Bring her out!" Somebody yells. Everything clicks in her mind and realizes she is in the cemetery where Hayley Marshall was taken in the first episode of The Originals.
She sees people, she assumed they were witches, and stands up. "Keep your grimy hands away from me." Hayley knew they were taking her to Elijah, but she certainly wasn't ready for any form of physical contact yet. Although she knew she would soon see Elijah, she still internally panicked and swooned when she saw him standing there. "Who are you?" Hayley takes a step forward. It's disguised as curiosity, but she would rather be near him than the witches.
Elijah doesn't say anything and steps forward, looking confused. He glances towards Sophie, the witch he'd previously been talking to. "Give us a moment, please."
They'd ended up inside the tomb, where Hayley was leaning against an old pillar. She put as much distance as she could between them.
"So, have they been holding you here against your will?" Elijah asks her, walking back and forth.
"Obviously." Hayley mutters, picking at her nails. She stops and stares at the scar that stretched across her palm.
"I'll see you there." Brittany goes to stab the girl but Hayley manages to muster up the energy to raise her hand. The knife goes through her hand and Hayley cries as she pulls it out, impaling Brittany's abdomen.
"Ms. Marshall? Are you alright?" Hayley blinks to find Elijah standing in front of her and loosely holding her arm, staring at her with a worried look.
"I'm fine." Hayley didn't mean to seem so rude as she jerks her arm away.
"How does this even work?" Hayley asks, gesturing to her stomach. Of course she knew how, but she wanted to see the Mikaelsons as humans. "If my pregnancy is anything like Bella Swans, I quit." She takes a moment to get used to her new voice.
Eilah's eyes glimmer in amusement and his lips curl upward to form a small smile. "I don't believe this will be like Twilight. Perhaps if you knew my brother's story, it might explain how this is possible," He pauses as he takes a few steps forward. "Here, if I may.."
