Millennium | Kol Mikaelson

Chapter 32

Catalina and Lucien left the next day.

They had to beat Aya to finding the white oak. And the only way to do that was to consult a seer of their own.

"Alexis," crooned Lucien once they got to where his prophetic witch lived. "Where are you?"

She walked out in a thin silk robe, the tattoos covering her body on full display. "I wasn't expecting you to bring a visitor."

"We need your help, darling," said Catalina. "White oak. We have to find it."

"I'm not entirely sure it will work," said Alexis. "You are not one of the Mikaelsons. The white oak isn't as significant to you."

"She's practically married into the family," said Lucien. "She's been at their side for a thousand years. If there was even a fragment of white oak remaining, chances are, she'd have seen it at one point or another."

Alexis hummed. "Where have you seen it, in the past."

Catalina pursed her lips. "Well, I know they burned the initial tree to the ground. But there was a sapling, three hundred years later. Its wood was used to make Wickery Bridge in Mystic Falls. The entire underside was stripped and burned by Rebekah, however, these pesky brats who I should probably go back and kill one day, when I have time, had more from the 'Wickery Bridge' sign, and used it to make more stakes. One killed Finn. One was turned into the indestructible white oak stake that killed Kol, and by default, me. The rest should have been burned, unless Klaus somehow kept one for his own purposes. Though, after the fiasco with Dahlia, he ought to have burned it."

"Very well," said Alexis. She held up her wrist. "Feed on me, and I will allow you into my mind. The visions will be conjured from you. Pay close attention, and you may find what you seek."

Catalina slowly took the woman's arm, before biting in, and starting to drink her blood. Immediately, she started to see flashes. Her own memories, of every time she ever looked at anything containing white oak. The daggers. The ash. The desiccated bodies of Finn, Rebekah, Kol, and Elijah. The stake Mikael wielded with the intention of killing his own children. The moment Kol died. And, curiously enough, a recent memory. One that made her realize just how close the white oak was to the Mikaelsons.

Catalina looked down at Hope as she walked over to her, waving around a small wooden chess piece she seemed to like. "Is that your favorite?" asked Catalina. Hope nodded, and set it in her hand.

"I saw it," she gasped as she withdrew from Alexis. "I saw it... I saw it... it's in the Compound. They have it."

"Well, let's return to New Orleans, then," said Lucien, checking the time. "With any luck, Aya hasn't even had a chance to speak with Elijah about it."

After thanking Alexis, they were on the first flight back to the French Quarter. Catalina tapped her fingertips anxiously together, hoping they weren't too late. If Aya got to it first, it would be much more difficult to pry it out of her hands.

"Go back to the apartment," said Catalina when they landed. "Keep an eye on Cami, and please stop flirting with her, she gets flustered so easily. I'll tell you how things go."

Lucien nodded, and sped off, while Catalina marched right to the Compound.

She found Klaus was home this time, playing with Hope in her room.

"Oh, thank god, you're here," she said, leaning in the doorway.

Klaus raised a brow. "And why are you thanking a deity you don't believe in that I'm present, in my home, with my daughter?"