sleeping beauty [the originals]

xx.

Isla didn't leave her room for the next few weeks. Mostly because she was grieving, but partly because she was scouring her mother's grimoire for clues in the Adair section.

At the end of the two weeks, she heard a knock on her door. Grumbling, she got up to open the door. On the other side was Rebekah, who looked very annoyed.

"We've let you sit in your room for two weeks. Now come on, pack your things. We need to go." Isla folded her arms.

"Why? Where are we going?" Rebekah sighed.

"Klaus and Elijah are down in New Orleans, and Elijah stopped returning my calls. So we need to go." Isla rolled her eyes, standing up.

"Alright. When are we leaving?"

The ride to New Orleans was long. It gave Isla plenty of time to reflect on her current situation. But after 14 hours with only one rest stop, Isla was getting bored. The rest stop they took was mainly an opportunity for Rebekah to kill some vampires at a bar. Isla sat in the car the whole time.

When they got to New Orleans, Isla grabbed her two bags and followed Rebekah into the house. She saw a brunette walking down the stairs with a fire poker in her hand.

"Who the hell are you?" The brunette asked. Rebekah sighed.

"Ah, you must be the maid. My bags are in the car. Get them, will you?" Isla internally facepalmed. The brunette set foot at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hello. Not the maid."

"Right. You're that werewolf girl my brother Klaus knocked up." Isla turned her head to look at Rebekah. "I was expecting to see some kind of supernatural miracle baby bump. Guess you're not showing yet. It's Hayley, isn't it?" The brunette, Hayley, folded her arms.

"You have your brother's manners." Rebekah kept her gaze locked on Hayley.

"And his temper too, so watch it." She looked around. "Where's Elijah?" Hayley shrugged.

"Beats me. He's long gone." Rebekah and Isla turned to look at her.

"What do you mean long gone?" The older Mikaelson sister asked.

"Well, one minute he was here making epic promises about protecting me in this predicament that a bottle of scotch and some bad decisions got me into. He was all poetic about how we're family and then Klaus told me he bailed. Guess that's what I get for trusting a vampire." Rebekah sighed.

"Elijah is not just any vampire and he doesn't break promises. Which means Niklaus has done something dastardly and Klaus-like." She started to yell out to Klaus, and Isla took that opportunity to head upstairs and put down her bags.

Later that night, Isla had another dream. This time, she was in the woods in the same dress she was wearing when her mother put her in the box. She was wandering, trying to figure out where she was. 

After a few minutes of wandering, she heard a voice call out to her. She couldn't understand what the person was saying, but she turned her head to see a boy around her age. He looked just as confused as she was. 

"Where am I?" She asked, but it looked like he couldn't understand her either. Isla must have been speaking the language of before the box. 

The boy looked around, then cautiously approached her. She took a step back, but seeing the expression on his face, she decided not to run. The boy muttered something, then held out his hand. Isla placed her hand on his, and he closed his eyes. Isla felt a small sting in her hand, and the boy's hand had a red glow around it. He let go of her hand and shot her an apologetic look. He then muttered something, and he looked at her. 

"Can you understand me?" The boy asked, and Isla nodded. This guy must have been a witch, because he just performed a spell that allowed her to understand him. The boy smiled. "I wasn't sure if that was going to work since I didn't know if I was going to be able to siphon you or not." Isla tilted her head. 

"Siphon?" The boy sighed.

"Right, you have no idea what I'm talking about. Let's start over." Isla looked around as the boy explained who he was. Since this was a dream, Isla couldn't quite figure out what his name was. 

"Where am I?" The boy folded his arms. 

"You're in Portland." He could see the obvious confusion on her face. "Portland, Oregon."  

Isla woke up in a sweat. That was the first time her dreams have given her any information. At this point, she realized that these weren't just dreams. 

They were memories. Memories that had been suppressed, most likely by her mother. And Isla needed to figure out how to bring them back 

A/N: So I guess by now you can probably guess who the boy in Isla's dreams is, even though she doesn't know yet.