𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀

𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 . XIX .

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     GASP!

The witch bolted upright, waking within the now dark lafayette. It took a few moments for Evelyn to remember what had happened, everything that had transpired before she woke once more. She remembered the brawl with the harvest girls, remembered the pain and then nothing. Evelyn slowly got to her feet and glanced around herself at the almost pitch black maze that was around her. A maze of tombs that once made her feel so safe and connected to her own ancestors, now left her on edge and terrified about what dwelled around each corner. It took a few moments for her to realize she hadn't woken where she was before. This part of the Lafayette was more narrow, more compact and would induce claustrophobia with ease to even the bravest of souls. She barely had any room to even raise her arm.

The witch began to shuffle her way out into a more open part of the Lafayette, trying to find a sense of direction. The air around her felt completley still, no movement, no warmth or chill. Almost as if it wasn't there. Evelyn was growing concerned. Where was Kol? What had happened to the dark objects. But it wasn't the worst thing on her mind. The thing that she couldn't ignore now... was her hands. Once again they were still.

Evelyn raised her hands to look at them, facing her palms towards her and then away; feeling how there wasn't the slightest tremble coming from her fingers, her palms... and then she noticed why. The brunette rolled up the checkered sleeves of her shirt, looking at the luminous blue glow that now encircled her wrists. It was an ancient braiding design, intricate and continuous around her wrist. It glowed gentle, a subtle shimmering... and seemingly the reason her hands no longer trembled. One would think this would assure the witch but it only further scared her. The trembling had been a comfort at this point, for it to stop... for these bands to appear; it wasn't a good sign.

Evelyn lowered her hands and began to rush through the corridors of tombs frantically, looking for any sign of the Mikaelson. Where was he? What had the Harvest girls done to him? Had he abandoned her there? Surely not. The more she panicked the bigger the Lafayette felt, danger could be around any corner, but so could Kol.

The witch rounded a corner and stopped in her tracks, she headed towards light and saw a platform where some candles were positioned. She paused for a moment, catching her breath before turning to her right where she saw the slightest movement. At first she was startled, fearful it was one of the Harvest girls; though when she realized who it was she calmed almost instantly. There he was. Stood with his attention upon a cracked gravestone. Evelyn hesitated for a moment, trying to find words... She could only guess who's grave that was. He hadn't even noticed her yet. Though as she moved to step forward her eyes flickered towards a shadow moving behind the Mikaelson. Evelyn's breath got caught in her throat as she blurted out a strained " Kol! " She'd raised a hand towards the figure, attempting to cast a spell... but nothing happened.

The Mikaelson turned his head towards Evelyn and then noticed the fear upon her expression, she wasn't looking at him; she was looking past him. Looking at something behind him. Kol turned around to face the figure, watching as she emerged from the shadows. The witch and the vampire had never met the figure before but from the wilting flower beside Kol they knew who this was...

The Hollow.

     " I'm not in the mood for games, witch " Kol barked towards the woman, turning to leave in the direction Evelyn stood. The younger witch had her focus down upon her hands once more, confused as to what was happening to her.

There was a moment of silence as The Hollow stood still, keeping her gaze on the back of the Mikaelson's head. " What if I told you I could bring Davina back to life? For a price of course. " She spoke calmly, so softly yet her words were danger incarnate. Kol stopped in his tracks, slowly turning back to face the woman. Evelyn looked between the two, moving to stand just behind the Mikaelson. This was dangerous, she knew too much about the Mikaelson's weakness.

They stood still, watching as The Hollow reached for a knife that she produced and held towards her palm. The LaRue's heart was pounding in fear, what was she doing? Why weren't they running from her? The knife cut into her palm and The Hollow didn;t even flinch, if anything it looked like the woman enjoyed the feel of her blood dripping down her palm. But that wasn't what the two focused on. It was the scream from behind them that caught their attention.

Kol's head snapped in the direction like a lion spotting an injured gazelle. He was quick to run off in the direction, calling out for who he was sure the scream came from. " Davina! " He cried, Evelyn following after him and running as quickly as she could. There was no stopping him now. Nothing would come between Kol Mikaelson and his Davina Claire. He darted into the enclosed tomb, stopping in his tracks as his eyes fell upon his lost love.

Evelyn wasn't far behind, coming to a halt just outside the entrance and looking between the two. There was euphoria on the Claire Witch's face despite the bleeding palm... Evelyn could see how the Mikaelson's shoulders dropped, strain and tension fading away as he took a few more steps forward. The two raising their hands, so close to touching. She was alive. Right there before them. The girl that the Mikaelson yearned to return to him, right there before him.

The LaRue witch watched on, forgetting to breathe or even blink. Unable to remove her eyes from the two. Time stood still for the couple.

The Hollow stood beside Evelyn, turning her gaze towards the witch as she remained watching Kol and Davina. " Some would go to the ends of the Earth to protect their love " She spoke loud enough to return the Mikaelson's attention to the entrance. A rage quickly returned as he took a few steps in their direction. " You let her go or I'll rip you apart. "

Evelyn had stepped forward to try and stop the Mikaelson from getting himself hurt by the powerful Witch that had his love under her control. The Hollow smirked slightly " I wouldn't do that, she and I are now linked- oh and- " She pauses, raising a hand in which erupted the candles around the room into violent flames. Evelyn was just about to push the Mikaelson back but hunched over in an excruciating pain, her wrists glowed once more and she struggled to catch her breath. Kol knelt with her, trying to help her as his rageful gaze returned back to The Hollow. " - as are we. So if you want to keep them safe, then you belong to me. "

It all made sense now, Evelyn staggered back up to her feet holding her wrists and looking more frightened than ever. The Mikaelson and the witch exchanged a look for a few moments, fear and worry exchanged between the deep eyes. The Hollow twisted her wrist in the air and Evelyn was pulled backwards from the Mikaelson. Her back colliding with The Hollow's palm.

     " Evelyn! " Kol exclaimed, reaching out for the witch who vanished with The Hollow. The room fell silent, aside from the shaking breath of the Claire Witch who stood behind the Mikaelson. Within the space of a minute... the Mikaelson had Davina but lost Evelyn.

Now what? What happens now?

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