Chapter 16
May I Have This Dance
Andrea let her fingertips linger on the thin, worn paper, of the old journal. The ink had begun to wear away, with age. Time leaving its mark, on the tale of a lost soul. Time had started to kill off the memory.
There was no mark, extreme enough to stay on the earth. Nothing can truly survive in the mortal world. There is nothing immortal. Everything dies, and everything comes to an end.
"Do you believe in immortality?" Aurora had once asked her.
"There is nothing immortal. No one, nothing can live forever. We all die. Our memories die, our tales die. Every single thing we leave on this earth, will one day be erased, leaving us as nothing but a pile of bones" she had replied.
Aurora had just laughed at her saying, "We all have a legacy, Andrea. A family, friends. Even just a spell or two we performed that left a mark on the world. There is nothing that history can truly erase" she had argued.
Andrea had never believed, that statement for a second. "But we'll be erased. We're just witches Aurora. The world will one day turn on us" she had declared.
"Then let it, Andrea" her sister had told her. "Someone will tell our story."
She had never expected the one to tell her story, to involve the one and only, Niklaus Mikaelson.
"Oh, bloody hell" someone declared from the doorway. Andrea turned around to see Rebekah Mikaelson, standing in the doorway. "You're the pregnant witch" she muttered.
"That's one way to put it" Andrea sighed.
"Sorry" she apologised. "I didn't exactly expect to be here."
"Klaus isn't here if that's who you're looking for" she declared.
"I'm not looking for my backstabbing brother" she spat. "I'm after Elijah."
Andrea sighed, staring at the original vampire. He's not here. "Elijah and Klaus got in some fight and Elijah left" she shrugged. "Trying to keep out of the brother drama."
"Klaus!" Rebekah screamed. "Come out and tell me, what you've done with our brother, you narcissistic, backstabbing, wanker!"
"Enough with all the shouting," Klaus said, throwing the doors open. "I assume the four dead vampires, would be your fault, dear sister."
"They were very rude" Rebekah declared. "Trying to villainize a poor, innocent girl, just trying to find her way to the Quater."
"Delightful" Andrea muttered.
"Now, I hate to push this aside, sister but I do believe Andrea has something to tell me" he stated, smirking at his sister. "You were saying?" he asked, walking over to Andrea.
"I think it's a harvest witch" Andrea declared.
"A what?" Klaus asked.
"Yer, what the bloody hell is a harvest witch?" Rebekah questioned.
"It's a ritual performed by the French Quater, every like, three centuries, in order to strengthen their aunt sisteral bond, so they can carry on practising magic" she explained. "There was one, only a few months ago. An incomplete one."
"Does this make any sense to you?" Rebekah asked, Klaus.
"Not a single word" he muttered.
"For the love of God, aren't you two literally a thousand?" she grumbled, glaring at them. "If the ritual isn't complete then the magic doesn't flow back into the earth, strengthening the auntsisteral connection. Instead, someone is holding all that power" she declared, smirking up at them.
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