𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀

𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 . XIII .

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     " Get her on here! " Rebekah barked the order to Kol who was practically dragging the young witch towards the wooden table that was within the prep room. Both Mikaelson's were beginning to panic from the state the witch was in, what they had just endured almost meant imminent death for the witch. They were outnumbered, underprepared and outmatched; yet if not for Evelyn then the three would be in a far worse state. The blonde Mikaelson cleared the table, sweeping her arm across the table and dumping the items onto the floor. Kol lent down and moved an arm behind the girl's legs and picking her up to sit her onto the table and then slowly lay her down. She was still conscious though barely and with the amount of blood that she'd lost from the gnawing at her neck and vast amount of magic she'd used causing blood to seep from her nose; it was a miracle she was still there. 

The two Mikaelson's stood either side of her, Rebekah looked to her broken ankle and seeing how deformed it look from Evelyn trying to walk on it as well as the bruising from where the wolf had stamped his back leg. She hesitated for a moment, moving to hold the ankle which just caused Evelyn to wail in pain. Kol smacked Rebekah's hand away " Don't! " He snapped, looking back to the Witch and trying to hush her " Evelyn, shh. It's ok. you're going to be fine. " The genuine worry he had in his voice sounded so unnatural to the normally sarcastic and careless Mikaelson. Rebekah just stared at him in a sudden confusion, seeing him act like this was just astounding. Kol rolled up the sleeve of his bloodied shirt and sank his teeth into his wrist to allow for the crimson miracle cure to leak from his veins, he moved his other hand to prop up Evelyn's head and hold his wrist to her lips. Her mouth was already open due to the shallow and pained breathing which allowed for the blood to flow into her system. 

A few gulps of blood and the Mikaelson removes his wrist and leans her head back down. Kol looked back to Rebekah " Now try and align it, whilst it's healing. " He spoke, gesturing to the ankle. The sister nodded as she moved her hands to slowly try and shape the ankle to heal correctly; making sure that the bone was aligned. Evelyn winced at the movement to her ankle but seemed less pained by it than previously. The blood was already beginning to work as Evelyn seemed to release the tension within her shoulders and joints. Both Rebekah and Kol exhaled in a sigh of relief and shared a brief glance before looking back to the healing witch. 

The sound of the door opened again and Gerart made his way into the room, holding his hands up and comedically exhaling. " phew, got that sorte- " He didn't even get to finish his words before he was pinned up against the wall by Kol who had a deadly grip around his throat, gritted teeth and veined eyes staring to the others panicked hues. " What the hell was that Gerart?! We could of been bitten! Evelyn could of died! " He tightened his grip, almost hissing through his teeth at the other. Gerart strained to try and speak, hands try to pull Kol from his neck but to no prevail " I told them-  not to harm  you  three ! " he spoke as Kol finally pulled his hand back, allowing Gerart to fall onto his hands and knees whilst he gasped for a breath. 

Rebekah moved to stand beside her brother, looking down at Gerart. " What kind of operation is this?! " She exclaimed, clearly as enraged as Kol was. Gerart straightened up and looked between the two. " It's just a bit of business! " He protested, using the wall to stand up as he held his hands out protectively before himself. The blonde was clearly losing her temper with the ' business man ' and sped over to one of the other tables within the spacious room, breaking off a leg and appearing once more in front of him. The tip of the wooden leg pressed against his chest. Clearly Rebekah wasn't playing games. " Don't fuck me around! " Rebekah growled the words as she pushed slightly into his chest. A sharp and sudden gasp came from Gerart. " Fine-  fine! Once a month we have a tournament between the species. My team collect tourists from the club and throw them into the arena and my clients bet on it. " He's looking to the chair leg and then back to Rebekah. " But I never meant for any of you to be caught up in it. I told my team you were exempt! " He exclaimed Rebekah paused before yanking the leg from his chest and throwing it down. " Take me to them. " Rebekah muttered, staring down Gerart with a deep and dangerous gaze. He nods and leads her to the other side of the room and towards the door, a small and shrunken version of himself compared to the ferocious lion that was the Mikaelson Sister.