Abominations | Klaus Mikaelson

Chapter 13

Chapter 13
Nature's Loophole

Smoke hung over the gloomy cemetery, of the New Orleans witches. The air glistened with the edges of aunt sisteral magic, the skill of those long fallen, passed down, to their living descendants.

It was sacred land, filled with the aura of darkness. She knew the magic they practised was far beyond modern, and good. It was demonic, the most ancient kind of sacrificial magic, to ever run through the blood of witches.

The loss was the only way to preserve their power. They killed and then revived their own all in the name of keeping their magic flowing. Even though, there were millions of other ways to keep their magic strong and pure. It was one of the many reasons why she hated the witches of New Orleans.

They convinced themselves their magic was righteous and holy when all it truly did was hurt others, damaging those around them, time, and time again. An endless cycle of loss and destruction.

"Agnes!" she called out. "I came you bloody bitch!"

Moments later the elder witch emerged in the cemetery. "Come with me" she declared.

Hesitantly she did. Every few moments, she looked over her shoulder expecting an ambush. Waiting for someone to come and attack her, killing the Covens, troublesome werewitch once and for all.

The elder witch guided her into a covered, tomb, the scent of salt, wafting out of the crypt.

"Do you have, Kalus Mikaelson's blood?" Agnes asked.

"Yes," Andrea said, pulling out a vial of blood and shaking it at the witch. "See, some of us can keep our word. Where's my sister" she demanded.

"One thing at a time," Agnes said.

"No darling, that's not how it works" she chuckled. "I came here because you promised me, my sister, so you better go get her or else I'm going to rip your head off and put it right at the gates of this cemetery, for all your little disciples to see" she swore.

"She's in the backroom" Agnes sighed, in defeat.

Andrea gave her a sarcastic smile, walking into the back room. She could smell the scent of salt getting stronger but assumed it was for the preservation of a corpse.

"Vis sera portus" someone said behind her.

She whirled around to see a brown-haired within the doorway. "Oh, I am going to fucking kill you!" she screamed, slamming against the invisible barrier.

"You're not gonna do anything" she replied. "Because as we speak my sister is linking you to me, so anything you do to me, you do to yourself" she declared.

"Come in here and test that theory" she threatened.

The witches stepped over the fresh hold, Andrea grabbed her by the throat instantly slamming her into the wall. But almost instantly, she could feel the choking sensation around her own throat. "Your dead" she snarled.

"Not right now" the witch responded stepping back over the barrier. Andrea went to follow her, but she was still trapped.

"Agnes!" she called. "We were right, I can feel it."

"Feel what?" Andrea asked. She didn't reply. "What can you fucking feel!" she screamed, banging her fists against the barrier.

"Your child!" she yelled back.

Andrea felt her heart sink, it was like she had walked right off the edge of a cliff. She walked back until she hit the wall, the witch's words echoing in her mind, your child. She was pregnant.

"That's not possible" she murmured. "I- I can't be."

"Because it's the child of an original?" the witch asked. "This is my gift, Andrea, I can feel when a woman is with child. And you are."

"I don't believe you" she persisted. "Your lying to me! This is another one of your ways to manipulate me into helping your stupid Coven!"

"Give me his, and your blood and I'll confirm it" she promised, stepping back over the invisible line of the barrier. "I'll show you."

Tentatively, she gave the witch the vials, moving to the corner of the room, sitting herself down in the corner. She didn't know what to do, how to act, what to say.

The witch left, heading out of the tomb and into the graveyard. Andrea ran her hands through her hair, panic running through her like poison. She was terrified that she believed the witch. Terrified, that there was a chance it was true.

How would she explain it to Klaus?

He would never believe it, he would go absolutely insane, at the chance they were lying. She could be dead by morning ...

As well as her unborn child.

"Done" the witch declared, appearing in the room.

The witch held out a piece of paper to her, a ring of salt-stained with her and Klaus' blood in a perfect ring, their blood had mixed together, forming a circle, a new life. A life made by the two of them.

"How" she muttered. "Who are you?" she finally asked.

"Sophie Deveraux" she declared, giving her a gentle smile.

"Right" she murmured. "Are you actually going to give me my sister's body, or was this all one big trap, to draw me here?" she asked.

"I don't know about your sister" she admitted. "Agnes said she'd get you here, so we could draw Klaus Mikaelson back to town but -"

"Why do you want Klaus" she demanded.

A smile spread over the witch's lips, as the realisation hit her. "You love him," she said, smiling at the witch.

"I don't love him" she snapped back. "I care about him, and if your -"

"I don't intend to hurt him" Sophie assured her. "I need him here to take down Marcel Gerard."

"And that is?" she asked.

The witch sighed, sitting next to her, and leaning back against the wall. "He calls himself the king of the city, he runs New Orleans now. Any witch's that practices magic, he kills them. And he makes it a public show" she explained. "I know this might not be your city anymore but these are your sister, and he's slaughtering them."

"You are not my sister's" she chuckled. She marched towards her. "This Coven murdered my mother in cold blood" she stated. "And then killed my father -"

"That was Marcel" Sophie interrupted.

"What?" she whispered, as tears began to brim at the corners of her eyes.

"When he drove the Crescents out of this town, your father was the first one he slaughtered. He killed him in front of his own pack. That's why they left. They lost their alpha" she stated.

"I know why the Crescents ran, but I don't understand why your going this far to draw Klaus here, he had no reason to avenge them" she declared.

"Because once upon a time, Marcel was like a son to him. He raised the boy, he turned him and when Klaus left New Orleans, he survived. And now, he's running this town like the vampires own everything. They're the supreme creatures, not us. Klaus is the only hope we have left."

"I'll kill him myself it's that what you want -"

"We don't want him dead, we want him gone" Sophie declared. "Klaus is the only one who can achieve that."

"He won't like you demanding things of him" she insisted.

"I know. But he'll do what you demand" she declared, flicking her wrist, in one sharp movement. 

Moments later, she felt her consciousness slip away. Her mind fell into a numb sleep.