war of hearts [klaus mikaelson] [2]

02: the witch, the hybrids & the vision

She didn't know where she was. The only thing that mattered to her was just to run.

Like something had urged her to run. An instinct to survive.

She stopped a while as she tried to catch her breath, her hand resting onto the tree trunk.

A rustle behind her started her as she gripped the tree trunk tightly. She turned around slowly as she faced her aggressor.

She surveyed the man pointing a weapon at her. At least she thought it was a weapon as he was aiming it at her. She heard a click as he spoke, "Don't move!"

"Or what?" snarled Evelyn. She stood at the same spot looking at the man. He didn't move at all.

"I'll kill you" he spoke moving the weapon towards her. In an instant, she grabbed it holding it tight as she used her strength to tear it in half. She tossed it at the side.

The man looked terrified at her as she swiftly grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground.

"You were saying?" she spoke, with a mocking tone in her voice. And with a swift motion, she shoved her hand through his chest, grabbing his heart and ripping it out.

Her hand clenched the heart as she looked at it, her wolf nestling for it. Craving for it. So she caved in, sinking her teeth into and relishing it whole.

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She tried to rub the blood off of her.

Frustrated with her efforts, she let out a small scream as the only she could do was continue walking to a destination she didn't know.

She looked at the moonlight reflecting onto her and with that, she began to transform.

Woman into beast. From nails to claws. She stretched her body, her back turning and twisting until fur came out, claws digging in the ground. Sharp fangs elongated from her teeth.

On all fours, she relished in the moonlight, her fur a black colour as she ran in the forest.

As she ran and ran, the wind rushing in her fur, she hear some chanting, the smell of magic in the air.

"There you are, little scion" a man spoke, his hand outstretched to her. She guessed to perform some spell on her.

A smile crept on her face as nothing happened. The man let out a frown and within an instant, she leaned on him, digging her claws and fangs into him. She relished at the sight of his blood.

Another man came, chanting words out of his mouth. Again nothing happened and again, Evelyn sank her fangs into him, using her claws to pull him apart.

As she grew tired of her wolf form, she felt herself change back to her human form, bones changing, fur gone, fangs changing back to teeth.

She lay there onto the floor and within a moment, a blink of an eye, an arrow was lodged in her neck. She lay there, blooding pooling out of her mouth, a pain increasing inside of her and in that moment, she was rendered dead.

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She let out a gasp as she shot up upright, her hand immediately flying to her neck, feeling the blood dried there.

Again, she was in unfamiliar surroundings. This time, she was inside.

And she wasn't alone.

First off, she was bound in a circle. Judging by the smell, it was a wolfbane circle. And the woman next to her was bound by magic as it looked like.

The woman had brown hair, accompanied by a gorgeous face, her lips full, her eyes as beautiful like her face. By the smell, Evelyn could sense she was a werewolf. Or maybe a vampire.

The other woman was not in a circle. Instead, it seemed that she was the one binding them both in the circle. A witch.

"You're going to tell me who are you before I kill you" Evelyn spoke, anger radiating off her bones.

The witch threw something at her, Evelyn catching it instantly as she felt the fabric of the clothing. A short tunic. And pants for her to wear.

Without hestitation, she put the clothing on, the still wet bits of the blood seeping through her clothing.

"Great" spoke the brunette next to her, "another way to gain some trust around here is to kidnap more people" Evelyn could tell she was frustrated, even angry.

The witch spoke, "If you do as I say Hayley, then I will reverse your curse" A curse?

Hayley spoke, clearly exasperated, "Seriously, Davina? What up with witches and butting in matters that don't concern them?"

Evelyn spoke, breaking the conversation between them, "She has a point"

"And who even is she?!" yelled Hayley, her composure bursting into anger.

Davina, the witch gave a sigh, "This is Evelyn Herondale, a hybrid. Half werewolf and half scion, preferably the goddess Athena's descendent"

Hayley gave a confused look, not really caring what she was saying, "To be honest, I'm not surprised. I had a baby with a thousand year old narcissist hybrid"

Davina spoke next, looking at Hayley then to Evelyn, "Well you're going to be very surprised when you find out that Evelyn here, is Klaus' wife"

Upon hearing that name, Evelyn looked at Davina, hoping she'd at least tell her who this mysterious Klaus is. She looked at Hayley's shocked expression, unable to say anything at the reveal of this secret.

"Everyone keeps telling me I'm the wife of this Klaus. Who is he?" she looked at Davina, then Hayley

Before Hayley could speak, Davina spoke, her voice cunning and clever, "I'll tell you if you induce a vision for me"

Evelyn cocked her head to her side, looking at Davina with a menacing glare.

She looked at the circle then to the witch, stepping out of it effortlessly. She watched Davina give a frightened look to her.

"Your magic won't work on me" she spoke, a wicked glint in her eye. And with that she was gone.

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She made her through the bustling city of god-knows-where, pushing past the people as she hurriedly made her way to, well she didn't know.

All she knew that she had to retain her energy before Hector or Davina found her.

She felt her breathing go heavy, gripping the wall next to her, her claws digging deep as felt the vision come to her.

A flash of blood dripping down. A blonde man with blood on his voice. A voice shouting. A baby crying. Unfamiliar faces clouding her mind as only one thing ensued; death.

She saw one last thing before the vision stopped; a word; mikealson.